#dark! Jonah

[megalony]

Oh Dear

This is a new Jonah Hauer-King imagine that might have a follow up if anyone wants one. This is my first time writing a Dark! Jonah and I really enjoyed it, any requests would gladly be taken.

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Summary: Jonah is a criminal about to go to prison but he takes a detour to hospital when he isn't well. (Y/n) knows him and she knows she has to be careful treating him as her patient, but things go south very quickly.

Enjoy.

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No, no no. Oh God, why me?

It was all (Y/n) could think as her heels clicked against the tiled floor and her body was overcome with a layer of sweat. Her heart was ready to give out, it was pumping extra beats per minute until the thudding rhythm was almost matching that of a humming bird.

Her body was slick with cold sweat that was causing her to rattle like the chemist downstairs and the closer (Y/n) got to the door, the less she wanted to be here.

Did she really want to go through that door? Of course she didn't, but the tiniest part of her was curious.

Out of all the doctors here today, it had to be (Y/n) who was called to deal with a certain patient. A patient nobody else wanted to go near. A patient so bad that the whole corridor had been cleared and stamped with guards at every door even if the rooms were now vacant.

When she reached the door, she had to take an extra second to control the shaking so the guards didn't notice. It wouldn't do her any favours for them to see her quiver with fear. She was a doctor, she didn't get scared of or around patients, she was professional, caring and good at what she did.

(Y/n) unclipped her ID badge from her waist and held it out long enough for them to agree that it was real and she was indeed the doctor here to assess their patient. Her badge was her golden ticket inside a room that was very limited on who could enter ad very highly guarded.

She was walking into a fortress.

He looked different.

When (Y/n) tried to remember the last time she had seen him, her memory was hazy. She remembered long raven black curls swirling about on his head likes waves from the sea. She pictured those green eyes, void of any emotion, that darkened like seaweed washed up on the shore when something didn't go his way.

She could envision soft squished features that were still moulding and re-shaping as he got older. And she could remember his medium, slim build.

What she was faced with was much different than her memory and imagination had combined.

The man laid in the bed was taller than she remembered, to the point his head and feet were almost touching the ends of the bed. He had a very broad muscular frame that made him more of a threat to everyone who stepped into this room. His eyes were the deepest shade of sea-green- but lighter than seaweed- that (Y/n) had ever seen, they were like gems, but his pupils were what scared her. The darkness was swirling inside of them and they held no sparkles from the light, they were filled with so many bad emotions that looked so inviting yet frightening and it made (Y/n) cower.

His lips were bright ruby red but they were crooked into the most sinister grin that (Y/n) had ever come across in her life. His eyes were slightly narrowed but they were solely stuck on her frame as her own eyes darted around him, forming a lasting image in her mind. His raven hair was longer on top but shaved short at the sides and it was brushed back on his head so none of it would fall in front of his eyes and distort his vision of her.

What caught (Y/n)’s attention more than his features were his wrists and his ankles. They were handcuffed to the plastic frame of the bed, locking him in a sitting position so he didn’t hold the right to raise his hands an inch above the bed, nor could he kick his feet out at anyone.

Those restraints caught (Y/n)’s eye for the specific reason that she didn’t trust them. This man had muscle, he clearly held strength and his eyes showed he was cunning, just how long were those shackles going to restrain him before he managed to break free?

“Here to help me, sweetheart?” His voice was low but coated in sugar like he was some kind of singing bird. His pet name for her that she remembered so vividly made her shiver.

“Only to make you better, Mr King.” (Y/n) kept her voice level and looked down at her notes as she spoke like she thought looking him in the eyes would put her under a trance. She was a doctor, all she was here to do was to find out what was causing his health to decline and then he would be on his way to prison just like he was supposed to be.

Jonah was in the hospital because he had a seizure and crippling pains the day before he was supposed to be taken to prison. A lot of doctors here thought he was just playing things up so he could try his luck at escaping but (Y/n) didn’t think so. She knew him and what she remembered about Jonah was how he liked to work. He wouldn’t want to escape by faking a seizure and he wouldn’t want to go to hospital for unnecessary tests to try and make his escape.

He would want to bribe or kill the guard, he would want to break out on his own in the dead of night and get ahead of the game. He would want people to marvel at his twisted mind and his quick getaways.

“Better how? Are you going to find something wrong with me, or make me better in my head? Ooh, or maybe you want to do something else to me to make my day." When he spoke he flashed his teeth in a way that reminded (Y/n) of a predator eyeing up its prey. He looked ready to devour her or frighten her to the point she either left or set him free.

(Y/n) knew who Jonah was, but the man laying in front of her now was different to the one she had known a few years ago. The man she remembered hadn’t been a killer, but he had definitely been heading in that direction. From what she had read about him in the news, he seemed to be rather good at killing people considering how long it had taken the police to even get one small crime connected to him with enough evidence to charge him and send him to prison.

He had been killing people and doing dodgy dealings for at least five years with no consequence because he knew how to evade the police and rid himself of any evidence. He did intrigue her, a lot, but she wasn’t a psychiatrist. (Y/n) couldn’t delve into his mind and find out what made him this way, she would get trapped and never be able to find her way out.

But that seemed to be what Jonah wanted.

He loved the thought of people trying to get into his head because he had the ability to trap them without giving them the answers they were looking for. He didn’t think there was any reason he was like this, he had a good upbringing, a loving family, a good education. No traumas or accidents happened to him to make him suddenly take to murder, he wasn’t damaged or broken or unhinged, this was just how he was and what he liked to do.

“I’m just here to find out what’s causing your health problems, nothing more.” When (Y/n) lifted her eyes from the notes on Jonah’s case, she found he was still grinning at her like the Cheshire cat and it was beginning to feel unsettling. No one looked at her the way he was looking at her now, it was like he knew something about her and he was goading her and holding the information over her head like bait. Willing her to take it.

“And you can do that with me cuffed to the bed, or is that how you like all your patients?”

Jonah tilted his head up to look at (Y/n) when she dared to move closer until she was standing beside the bed instead of at the foot of it. Her eyes locked with his own for a brief moment but she didn’t respond, he was only trying to get a rise out of her.

“Come on sweetheart, undo them for me. Where am I going to go with ten guards on this floor? I wouldn't run away from a pretty face either.”

(Y/n) pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side, she wasn’t stupid and she wasn’t born yesterday. Whether Jonah really just wanted to sit without being shackled at the joints or whether he wanted to escape made no difference to (Y/n). She didn’t have the keys to unlock the cuffs and she wouldn’t do that even if she could. They didn’t pose a problem unless they had to do an MRI but even then, the hospital had other ways of restraining him so that he didn’t try and make a break for it.

“I’d love to honey, but I don’t have the keys.”

Something sparked through (Y/n)'s stomach when she cautiously rested her hand on Jonah's temple and his grin flashed again. He tilted his head back so he could look up at her and she could see his tongue poking out between his teeth.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) held his eyelid open with her thumb and used her other hand to flash the light quickly over his pupils to see if they were constricting quickly or not.

“Any headaches or pains anywhere?”

“Why do you think the lights are turned off?” Jonah watched with a smile as (Y/n) seemed to blink like she was clearing her mind of fog, turning her head to look up at the lights before looking around the room to find that it was significantly darker than the corridor. The natural light from the window provided more than enough lighting to see but it wasn’t nearly as bright as what the room would be if it was basked in the illuminated lights.

“I’ll schedule an MRI, see if there’s anything wrong with your head.” (Y/n) held onto the plastic frame of the bed as she looked at Jonah who was still smiling which was beginning to make her feel unsettled. There was no reason for him to be grinning, there was something wrong with him and he was going to prison when they treated whatever was wrong, he had no reason to smile.

“That’s what they all say… your little bodyguards will have to uncuff me for that. Then we can finally have some fun.”

Jonah’s words sent shivers running down (Y/n)’s spine and made her stomach churn like she was going to be sick. His tone showed he wasn’t messing around or just blabbering, he was thinking about this and he was excited at the prospect of finding a chance to escape. Restraints like buckles around his body would be a bit easier to get out of than handcuffs. But when he spoke about having fun, his eyes glimmered for the first time and showed sparkles without any light in the room.

He was making her a promise.

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“Are you scared?” Jonah's question came with a tone of sincerity but the catfish grin on his face said something else entirely.

His words caused his cheeks to puff up near his narrowing eyes that looked at (Y/n) inquisitively and she found herself shivering, trying so hard not to shake with fear.

“Why would I be scared?” (Y/n) tilted her head to the side as she responded to his rather sudden question that came out of nowhere. (Y/n) was trying very hard to seem and act normal, she didn’t want Jonah to think she feared him but she didn’t want to be cold towards him either. He was her patient and it was better to keep him talking and stay on his good side rather than dare to see what the bad side looked like.

“Because the artery in your neck is pulsing faster than normal… you keep looking at the straps which we both know aren’t such a good restraint for me.”

Jonah’s eyes were solely focused on the artery he could clearly see pushing up beneath the surface at such a rapid pace that it looked like it was going to burst. It implied that (Y/n)’s heartbeat was increasing and he could see how hard she was trying to keep her breathing normal. He couldn’t have cuffs on because the MRI machine worked with magnets, but the straps binding him down were worn and looked like Velcro that he would be able to tear free from without breaking into a sweat. They both knew that Jonah was devious and dangerous and (Y/n) didn’t want to see him get free or know what he would do to break free.

“We both know if you manage to get up you’re hardly going anywhere with a gown that barely covers your ass and no briefs on underneath. Besides, with no weapon, how do you expect to get out of this room?” (Y/n) adjusted the brace beneath Jonah’s head so it was fixed around his neck and head to give support whilst he would be in the machine for about forty five minutes.

Jonah looked surprised at her answer but his smile didn’t slip from his features because she had given him something to think about. He was wearing a gown that tied at the back and he didn’t have underwear on, he was hardly going to be able to get out of the hospital wearing that. Nor did he have weapons to get himself out of this room, let alone the hospital. Security had guns and tasers and there was a lot of security who could pin him down and a doctor could sedate him. Jonah was outnumbered here.

“Try not to move.”

(Y/n) didn’t like the wicked grin Jonah wore when she pressed the button that moved him into the MRI machine. He looked like he was one step ahead of her and always would be.

Half an hour had passed but (Y/n) felt like she was going to be sick because he just would Not. Stop. Talking.

His lips kept moving and words and phrases kept passing from them but they were rattling around in her mind and rubbing (Y/n) up the wrong way. Worse still, Jonah knew what he was doing. The more he talked about what he did, the more (Y/n) felt like she could picture clearly what he had done and who he was. She felt sick when he described how he killed people and how he made sure no one found out. She felt shivers running up and down her nerves when he kept calling out to her. Random nicknames drawled sweetly or seductively or creepily from his lips to try and gain her attention or some sort of rise from her.

But even though Jonah couldn’t see her and she was staying deadly silent, Jonah knew he was having a bad effect on her and it was making him carry on.

Lifting her head from where it was lowered down to look at the screen, (Y/n) felt a wave of both panic and relief flowing through her when the voice suddenly stopped. Jonah was no longer trying to call out to her and ask if she was still there or rambling on to her about whatever dreadful thing spilled into his rotten mind.

Deciding that the scan was done now since it was showing nothing irregular, (Y/n) got up from her chair and entered the MRI room in front of her.

"Jonah… you okay?" His name sounded like sugar on her lips but she gained no response from him.

Pushing the button, (Y/n) looked at Jonah with tired eyes but he still had that same shit-eating grin on his face that (Y/n) wanted to feel tired of seeing but somehow felt more invigorated when she saw it. She went to say something but before any words could pass through her lips, her body jolted and her heart stopped in her chest when his hand suddenly latched around her wrist with a viper’s grip.

His fingers felt like sharp teeth digging into her skin and he held so much force in just his hand that (Y/n) almost whimpered at the thought of how much strength he would have if his whole body were free. He yanked her wrist so sharply that she almost fell on top of him but it didn't seem to take any of his energy whatsoever.

“Jonah, let go.” (Y/n) spoke in a stern tone as her other hand quickly grabbed his own to try and release herself from his grip but it wasn’t working. He had more strength than she did, she could already feel the bruises beginning to form on her wrist.

“Come on sweetheart, be a good girl and let me out, you know you want to.”

(Y/n) shook her head and tried again to pull away, gasping when another sharp tug had her chest falling onto his and he barely flinched at the impact. Her other hand braced herself on the other side of the machine like it was her pinning Jonah down instead of the other way around.

Her eyes snapped closed and her teeth ground down when she felt Jonah move his head up until she could feel his breath on her neck.

She couldn't let him out of his restraints, he could use her as a hostage to try and get out or he could kill someone in the hospital to make his escape. He was here for a reason and he was bound down like this for many bad reasons, (Y/n) couldn't let him out just because he asked sweetly or because he was trying to seduce her.

Or because the sick, savage part of her was desperate to see what he would do to her if she did.

“I can’t, now let go before I call security.”

Fear rushed through (Y/n)’s veins along with adrenaline, but she wasn’t afraid of what Jonah was doing or what he was capable of, she was afraid what effect he was having on her because her voice was lost. She couldn’t find her voice to call out to the security men that were only on the other side of the door. She stayed deadly quiet when she felt Jonah’s grip on her wrist tightening and his teeth grazing against her neck.

The moment his mouth left her neck and she could pull back and straighten up, (Y/n) felt like she was going to faint and the urge to pass out only increased when all the blood drained from her head. But her moment of relief lasted two seconds before she looked down at Jonah’s wrist agonisingly slowly and a whimper left her lips when she realised his hands were now free from the restraints.

Every part of her froze and turned stiff as she watched him sit up with a shit-eating grin on his lips and the void in his eyes that drew her in until she became lost. When his eyes darted down to look at the restraints, he rose a brow and tipped his head to the side in an almost innocent manner.

"Oh dear."

Terror ransacked through (Y/n)'s body. He had gotten free. She just knew he would as soon as the handcuffs were replaced with something more feeble and weak; like her.

A battle rose between them. When Jonah surged forward to undo the restraints on his legs, (Y/n) leaned back over his waist, rather close to his groin, in an attempt to stop him and try to subdue him again but she knew it wouldn't work. He had strength, momentum and agility on his side and she had fear, torment and anxiety.

"No-"

"Ha!" His cackle, though somewhat manic, was devilishly melodic like an enchantment that cast over (Y/n) and stopped her hands that were now gripping his thighs like it was somehow going to stop him.

He was free, he was undone and out of control and she was now going to be at his mercy.

"Jonah please…" She didn't know what she was asking or begging him for and he didn't either, but it didn't seem to matter.

Within a split second, Jonah launched up from the MRI bed and was on his feet, towering almost a foot higher than her with more muscle and strength than her petite frame. The devil lit up his green eyes and his fingers latched around her throat taking her by surprise causing tears to blur her vision.

He held her throat tight, menacingly tight but still loose enough so that she could breathe, just not enough to move her head or break free from his hold. He was asserting his dominance over her, taking all the control back like a power play that had now shifted in his favour. Both (Y/n)'s hands curled around his wrist and lower arm in an attempt to get him to free her but she couldn't do anything. When she tried to bash her arm into the crease of his elbow, he just tutted at her and swatted her attempts away like she was a child playing a grown ups game.

(Y/n) tightened her fingers around his wrist and closed her eyes tight, stumbling backwards when he stormed forwards and pushed her along with him. She kept going back until she felt the wall slam into her back and all the blood rushed to the back of her head that was now stinging horribly from the impact.

"Jonah… let go."

"Now why would I do that when I've got you where I want you… where I've always wanted you."

He leaned down, his lips hovering dangerously close to her throat like a vampire about to strike and (Y/n) could feel his breaths tickling her throat around his fingers that were continuously squeezing and releasing her skin.

"Hmm, we're gonna have some fun now, sweetheart." Jonah pressed a butterfly kiss against her neck and he felt the shiver that ricketed down (Y/n)'s body right to her toes.

Jonah had the advantage now. He was in charge, he was free and he had (Y/n) right where he needed her. The plan was already formulating in his mind, she could find him some clothes from some storage room, she knew the exits of this hospital and she could get him out of here. And if he really wanted to, he could bring her along with him for the ride, it would be more fun that way. Plus, it might be handy to have a doctor tag along with him, after all, he hadn't faked any symptoms or injuries to get him here. Something was wrong but Jonah didn't care about finding out, right now all he cared about was getting out.

(Y/n)'s knees almost gave way if it wasn't for the wall behind her and Jonah's knee that suddenly pinned itself between her thighs, parting them. She could feel every inch of him pressed up against her and his free hand that now cradled her hip almost lovingly in contrast to the hand that gripped her throat.

And when he kissed her, (Y/n) became lightheaded and found her hands subconsciously moving up his arm from his wrist to grab his bicep instead. Her actions made his lips curve against hers before they parted and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, taking and swallowing any sounds she would give him.

What was she doing? He was a murderer, a darkness she couldn't get involved with. She was his doctor, she was supposed to be treating him not kissing him. But he had her pinned up to the wall, he was holding her hostage, by her throat and her lips all at once. She should be pushing him away not inviting him closer.

But (Y/n) couldn't take him in a fight, she couldn't stop him and if he managed to find something somewhere to use as a weapon, he could take her hostage and make this situation a whole lot worse.

All she had to do was part their lips and scream. If she kicked the wall or pushed him and made some sort of a racket, the guards posted outside the room would hear and come and pin Jonah down. They would hold him until she could sedate him and either find a new doctor to treat him or find out his illness herself so he could go to prison; where he belonged.

So why wasn't she pushing him away? Why wasn't she making a noise and alerting anyone of the situation she was in?

Maybe, somewhere deep down inside of her, (Y/n) wanted to be here. She wanted to be here, alone, with Jonah and be at his mercy. But the reasons didn't matter because (Y/n) wasn't acting in the right way, she was letting Jonah have the control he craved, and in doing that, she was choosing what side she was on. And it wasn't the right side.

She was going to be in trouble now.

[x3nshit]

i dont want a love like the movies. i want a love like they have in sitcoms. playfully roasting each other. every one teasing us when we're together. slowly becoming best friends. like Jake and Amy from Brooklyn Nine-Nine, or Jonah and Amy from Superstore, or Phil and Claire from Modern Family, or Ben and Leslie from Parks and Recreation. Movies say 'happily ever after' but sitcoms show you the after. I want a love like the sitcoms

[murderandcoffee]

it’s so fucking funny to me that maxwell rayner was like “heyyyyyyyy jonah, long time no see (get it?) your patron sucks and is nothing compared to mine, but when the darkness swallows us all you’re totally invited to come join me in the tender embrace of the dark!! please leave the eye for me & the dark please please pleaaaaase” like bro fr? that all-seeing twink bussy got him acting unwise

[statementofjoespookie]

relistening to tma don't hmu real ones knkw what's wrong

[tma-fan]

Random avatar and fears headcanons before why not

When Nikola spins like a ballerina, she likes to keep her head still, not moving it, just to freak people out because she thinks it's funny

It's not uncommon for avatars of the end to comfort those about to die and keep them company until they take their final breath

Elias/Jonah and Annabelle enjoy playing chess together, but their version where each piece represents a fear, using the "leader" of the avatars. Annabelle likes to use these chess pieces to manipulate someone like a puppet but plays innocent when gets "called out" on it.

In fact, chess pieces aren't the only thing that uses the fears as representations. Peter Lucas has a deck of playing cards that also does the same thing as the chess pieces.

Elias/Jonah has tried to teach Peter Lucas how to play chess and Peter tried to teach him how play different games with playing cards... Let's just say it didn't end well and it's a running joke with the other avatars that this was one of the causes of their many divorces.

Simon Fairchild tends to treat the other vast avatars as his kids or grandkids even if they are theoretically older than him, he doesn't give a shit.

Simon also has a habit of just hitting someone on the head with his cane; for no reason, just because he can. But he has killed people by repeatedly bashing their heads in with said cane if they piss him off so much that he thinks that using his abilities on them isn't enough of a punishment

Avatars of the dark can turn themselves or be turned into shadow people. Targets are heavily advised to have a very bright nightlight because these avatars are technically a lot more dangerous than the others

[x3nbingestoomuch]

if you loved Fleabag, you should try these:

therapy

[starleta]

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[somuchbetterthanthat]

Don't ask me what this is, I needed Jon and Elias at the end of the world

Here and there Jon’s eyes twitched as if he wished they would close; a faint, last echo of blasphemy that Jonah soothed easily with a gentle stroke of his hair. Neither of them talked much anymore — to each other, at least. There was plenty to say and to record, endless horrors to witness and exchange from one mouth to another, but that hardly left time for basic conversation.

Not that they needed it. They were beyond such simplistic notions. They were Gods.

Or, well. Jon was. Jonah was quite content to be the shepherd that had guided him there. After all, who was more powerful? The man who held the whole world in his pupil, or his creator? The monstrous divinity, or the king who’d trapped it in the gaze of his beloved and kept it well-fed and well-loved at his feet?

Jon’s chant against his thigh was melodic, decadent and terrifying; Jonah was not getting tired of it — he knew he would never get tired ever again, for all of eternity. Let everyone else outside weep with fear. Jonah and Jon’s tears were made of ecstasy.

Soon it would be his turn again to carry the voice of the Watcher. Just for a little while — a gift, for offering Jon and the rest of the world to it. A small respite for his archivist, as well; a quiet lull to think, to itch ever closer to Jonah, grasping at him with the hunger of a starving man, cursing him and begging him all at once. Wishing for death. Wishing for more. Remembering that outside, somewhere, there was still a pocket of darkness that escaped their Eyes and not knowing anymore whether this was a threat or merely hope.

Under his fingers Jon shuddered, speaking faster. Jonah licked his lips, curled his hand around the smooth leather of Jon’s collar, and pulled it with no real strength. This, too, had become unnecessary. The smallest gesture built a whole picture that both of them knew and understood in a single heartbeat.

Jon raised his head to meet his gaze; immediately Jonah felt breathless, falling into the beautiful endless dark of Jon’s pupils. He acted fast, bending over his seat to swallow the words right out of Jon’s lips, and they both gasped as more knowledge poured in their heads. Oh, Jonah thought, how hungry he still was, and how powerful they both were, like this, right now, in this perfect equilibrium. Jon whimpered, rising from the ground to get closer. Jonah helped him up, well practised now in manhandling him until Jon was sitting on his lap, his two burning palms pressing over Jonah’s cheeks.

The heavy chains locked over their wrists were long enough for Jonah to wrap his arms around Jon’s waist, nails grazing over the length of his naked back. Jon rocked against him — out of instinct, with no real desire for completion as the God he’d become craved that sort of pleasure even less than his old human self had, and Jonah kept still, too busy devouring all he could from the never ending feast that lived unto Jon’s tongue.

The pain of being granted a small part of the divine was worth it, of course. Eventually Jonah let his head fall back, his throat taken over, his eyes filled to the brim with the beautiful nightmare that their world had been twisted into, and it was only distantly he heard Jon take a sharp breath, forehead falling into the crook of his neck. 

“Jonah,” he whispered hoarsely against his skin. “Jonah, they are coming again.”

Let them come, Jonah thought.

“They think — fire. Fire. They made sure we couldn’t run.”

“Would you run?” Jonah’s mouth asked. “Would you preserve this, what we have become, if you could?”

“I— Yes,” Jon breathed. It sounded wretched and guilty and absolutely certain, the horrid truth ripped from him like everything else. “Yes.”

Let them come, Jonah repeated. If we burn, they will burn with us. And if we don’t — all the more to gorge ourselves with, my love.

[nephriteknight]

so a while back i made a post about what my blorbos' playstyles would be like in botc/social deduction games in general, and at the time i didn't include tma because they have so much highly specific trauma and dangerous eldritch appetites that this would be terrible for, but i just can't stop thinking about the very silly scenario where the tma characters play botc together. it would go so badly.

the banned character list includes fortune teller, spy, snake charmer, oracle, evil twin, vigormortis, no dashii, pacifist, cannibal, cult leader, fisherman, pixie, golem, plague doctor, organ grinder, and ojo, because elias keeps cheating. ojo and oracle somehow keep ending up in the bag anyway.

daisy gets way too into hunting down the demon. Guns Will Be Drawn.

jon and tim handle this game Extremely Predictably. i just know s1 tim would adore botc but s3 tim is having an awful time. oh great yeah one of our friends is a shape shifting demon lying to our faces? perfect. jon is on the verge of a panic attack but instead of breaking down he's just interrogating everyone very aggressively. hey, at least everyone believes he's on the good team.

basira solves the game right away and spends the rest of the game trying to convince everyone else. only georgie believes her.

martin is very good at being evil in these kinds of games (and also benefits from people not expecting him to be good at it), so when he pulls the demon he could demolish good, but, uh, he's honestly not sure jon could handle that right now so he gets caught on purpose without letting anyone else realize he threw.

elias insisted peter would attend and he did not in fact show. luckily no one believed he would come so it's not really a problem. ("you called it a 'social deduction' game, elias, it's in the name! no i'm not coming--")

...annabelle's the storyteller? i mean. she obviously would if she was there. i feel like sasha gives me st vibes as well but i might just be projecting again.

multiple games are ruined because jon accidentally compels the demon to tell him their role. one of those was not fully an accident.

simon is having a grand old time but he really doesn't give a shit about winning/the game which is less of a problem when he's good but very much a problem for his teammates when he's evil.

melanie draws the psychopath "by chance" several times and enjoys it way too much. daisy handles an outed evil player whom town can't easily execute exactly as poorly as you'd expect. i cannot emphasize enough how unlikely it is that canon team archives could play this game without at least one person getting hurt, killed, or giving in to the dark powers completely.

helen is eating it all up. literally. (elias is still pissed that the spy got banned.) she still never outright lies, which unfortunately for everyone else but fortunately for her (and simon, who thinks its hilarious) means she can't tell outright truths when she's good either or it'll look suspicious when she's evil. no one is ever fully certain what she is or what she's doing. pure chaos and we love her for it. (we being me; team archives does not in fact love her for it.)

elias is still cheating, but when they threaten to fill the room with eyeless dolls he decides to quit while he's (not) ahead and just watch from his office like an eldritch twitch chat.

[noellawrites]

Baby Carriage - Yandere!Jonah Simms x reader (part 2)

part one linked here

summary: after being blackmailed into marriage with Jonah, you surprisingly enjoy being with him. but what happens when a baby is added to the mix?

warnings: mentions of forced marriage, birth control tampering, creepy!Jonah, sex, pregnancy

After the honeymoon, you moved in with Jonah immediately. It wasn't necessarily by choice, but you'd returned from the trip to find your apartment empty and everything you owned had already been moved into Jonah's apartment.

The longer you spent with your new husband, the more you fell in love with him. Part of you figured this had been his plan all along, but you really did get along well. Even working together hadn't hindered your marriage. Well, except for the fiery jealousy of Cloud 9's single women.

Speaking of work, Jonah doted on you all day and treated you like a queen. He made your lunches, gave you your vitamins and even tracked your cycle for you.

So, it wasn't a shock to Jonah when you were late only two months after you had gotten married. It was Jonah's plan all along: even though he acted like a feminist, he secretly wanted you all to himself.

Jonah was tired of Cloud 9 customers hitting on you and giving you their numbers. Didn't they know you were only being nice because it was your job? But not for long, because being a mother would be your only job from now on.

--

It had, by all means, been a very normal day at Cloud 9 so far. Marcus did something dumb, Amy was pissed, Glenn was trying to help, and everyone else was just getting through the day. But alarm bells were ringing in your mind.

Today was supposed to be the first day of your period. Of course, you had been late before, but you hadn't actually had a reason to be concerned. But you and Jonah had sex ALL the time, almost daily. And sure, Jonah gave you your birth control every morning, but it wasn't 100% effective.

"Cheyenne," you say under your breath as you approach the jewelry counter, "how did you know you were pregnant?"

She looks over at you, wide-eyed, "oh, uh, I think I just noticed I was getting fatter. Why? Do you think you might be--"

"Shh! Not so loud. I-I think I'm late, but I'm scared to take a test," you confess, biting your cheek.

"Ohmigod yay! Harmonica can be besties with your daughter!" Cheyenne says excitedly, clapping her hands as a big smile spreads across her face.

"I don't even know if I'm pregnant, let alone if it's a girl!" you say as Cheyenne exits the jewelry counter and whisks you away towards the family planning aisle.

--

It feels like an eternity, but it only takes three minutes for the two pink lines to show up on your SuperCloud-branded pregnancy test.

You and Cheyenne, both huddled in the handicap stall, staring down at the positive test. It was true, you and Jonah had created new life.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, Cheyenne, what do I do? Jonah and I have only known each other for four months, a-and we work at Cloud 9!" you sniffle, panic rising up in your throat.

"(y/n)? Are you in there?" Your eyes grew wide when you recognized the voice belonging to your husband. He was yelling from outside the bathroom.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay!" you yell in response.

"Was it positive?"

"Jonah... how'd you know I was taking a test?"

"I asked Tate. And you're late. Sorry, I didn't mean for that to rhyme," he laughed nervously.

You slowly exit the bathroom with the test in your hand, Cheyenne following closely behind.

You feel sick as you hand the test to your husband and watch his face light up with happiness.

"Babe, this is amazing! We're having a baby!" Jonah exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug.

"I'll give you a moment alone," Cheyenne says awkwardly before shuffling away to find Mateo and probably fill him in on the pregnancy.

You tried to smile in an effort to hold your tears back. Even though you loved Jonah, he still forced you to marry him and take his last name, and he'd likely sabotaged your birth control in order to get you pregnant. You weren't ready for this to all happen so quickly.

Jonah pulled away, examining your face. "Everything okay, Mrs. Simms?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm just a little scared. It feels like everything is happening so quickly," you confess. Jonah strokes your arm comfortingly as you lean into his touch.

"Don't worry, babe. I've been planning this since we met. I'm going to take night classes and finish my degree so I can get a real job. And you can stay home with our little one," he explains, gently putting his hand on your stomach.

You loved Jonah, but you were terrified of what he was capable of.

[foxnfishstudio]

Breakdown of the fears! Which one is your favorite? (My heart is always with the vast)

[megalony]

Twisted Lover

This is a new Dark! Jonah Hauer-King imagine that I am hopefully going to turn into a series. I hope you will all enjoy it, feedback is always amazing.

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Masterlist

Summary: When (Y/n) bumps into Jonah on a night out, she decides to stick around him. But he isn't the boy she remembered from school, he's darker now. Unhinged. Twisted.

Enjoy.

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"Where are we going again?" (Y/n) tightened her arm that was looped around Hailey's and pushed herself into her friends side like she was a child trying to hide behind her mother's skirt.

Her mind was going on overload and was on the brink of shutting down, all because she had snook out of the house. Her parents would go mad if they found out she had slipped out her bedroom window, shimmied down the trellace and rounded the corner to meet Hailey and was now out in town at ten o'clock at night.

(Y/n) didn't exactly have a curfew so to speak, she was nineteen now, but her parents didn't like her going out late at night. They didn't like her going out at all if they could help it. Her life was sheltered, going out at night wasn't a thing for (Y/n), being out on the town with friends or staying out all night wasn't something she did either. It just wasn't her. But when Hailey messaged and said she needed to join her tonight, (Y/n) didn't know how to say no when something inside her was just telling her to go.

"The Raven, it's a new club that's just opened this week." The grin on Hailey's face calmed one of (Y/n)'s many nerves, but it didn't solve the adrenaline sparking through her stomach.

Was this a good idea? Would (Y/n) actually fit in at a place like this or would she stick out like a sore thumb? Did she even look good enough to get into a club tonight?

Hailey looked great. She had a tight fitting pencil dress on that was a deep aqua blue with spaghetti straps clinging to her shoulders and the dress fanned out around her heels like it was sprouting feathers at the bottom. Her hair was pinned to the left, her make up looked lovely and she had a small layer of glitter dusted across her exposed skin. She was going to reflect in the club lights and sparkle like some sort of diamond that everyone would be staring at.

(Y/n) had a blood red dress that was pinched tighter around the middle and had a round of ribbon sewn to the waist and a small bow resting on the curve of her bum. The hem of her dress stopped just before her knees and it was a V-neck cut that exposed her chest in a good way but maybe it was a little revealing and would give the wrong image at a club. And it had sleeves that stopped and fanned out around her elbows. Who wore sleeves to a club?

For added precaution, (Y/n) had gone with some small black biking shorts underneath, just in case she tripped or made a fool of herself or someone tried to lift her dress and take a peak beneath.

She wasn't sure she looked the part to go to a club tonight but Hailey's encouraging smile was enough to keep her walking towards the street she had never been down before.

"I'm not so sure about this,"

(Y/n) stared up at the dark sign hanging over the wooden doors. The lights were barely flashing behind the sign so all that was visible was the outline of the raven symbol. The brick wall was greasy like pints and spirits had been thrown all over it. The street lights were as dim as could be, secluding the club in darkness and making the alley beside look like the starting point to Hell. It wasn't giving off a great image or vibe for a club.

But the music was what drew (Y/n) closer.

The drumbeat was quiet but it seemed to pulse through the walls and thud up through the floor and into (Y/n)'s body like it was overtaking her heartbeat. The guitar snapped and twanged through the air in sharp strikes and a woman's high alto voice swarmed through the air like a flock of birds.

Apprehension seemed to melt away and became replaced with intrigue and (Y/n) took the leading step forward into the club while Hailey giggled in excitement.

They had to go down stone steps that curved down to the left and led them into momentary darkness before a soft blue hue became visible and the dark lights came into view.

It was an underground club. As soon as they were stood on the stone slate floor, (Y/n) felt like they had stepped back in time into a hidden club during the war or an old wine cellar converted into the best dance hall in the city. No windows, no natural moonlight or streetlights could filter through down here in the dwelling darkness. The lights weren't bright or reflective or even hanging from the oval ceiling, there were spotlights dotted high on the walls and in dark corners, illuminating everywhere in changing LED lights. Dark blue, lime green, firetruck red and soft moon yellow.

The only pale but normal lights were the two that shone down on the stage at the back of the club.

(Y/n) could see two bars, one far to the right and one close up to the left and there was a huge dance floor in the middle of the room. Hidden behind the bar on the left was a small seating area with tables and lounge chairs and the bar on the right had stools and a big crowd hanging round.

"Let's go get a drink," Hailey took back the lead and drifted over towards the bar on the left, ready for the bigger buzz the alcohol would provide.

Reaching his calloused hand into his back pocket, Jonah pulled out the phone that was vibrating against his skin, implying someone was ringing him. He couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the phone case and realised it was his work phone.

It was only recently that he had caved in and bought another phone, specifically for work calls so he could differentiate and try to separate work from home. Two phones was a trick of the trade, his home phone was 'the innocent phone'. All cryptic messages people might take a strange second look at were on the work phone which had a black phone case whereas his home phone was white. A teasing reminder of his life, day and night, black and white.

Without answering, he switched the phone off and slipped it back into his pocket before his attention turned to the glass he was cradling. He arched his back out and slouched forward so he could rest his forearms on the rather murky wooden surface in front of him.

This place didn't seem as bad as he first thought.

There was a good atmosphere in here, bright and loud and cheery and intoxicating. No cameras down here either, no security footage that could place him here or catch a look at his face and no one bothered to take videos of the live bands they had on here. They were all too busy dancing and screaming along to bother recording; most of them were too drunk to hold up a camera.

Jonah could never be too careful when cameras were concerned. People's eyesight was far less reliable than someone's phone camera and that was what he liked. He could go up on stage and give them a performance, a show, an exterior image of a proud but somewhat shy singer who basked and blushed in the attention he received.

No one thought twice about him, sure they might think he was cute up on stage and enjoy the performance he gave, but that was it. They didn't study his face and link him with what he did in his spare time; with what happened in the shadows.

With a sigh, Jonah drained what was left in his glass before he looked at the watch strapped to his wrist. He could scrape together another ten minutes before he had to go and get ready.

His attention snapped away from his watch to the man on his left who wobbled into him in a drunken state, trying to get to the bar and get another drink down him. Jonah had watched him go round the club, hitting on any girl that walked in and every time he had been rejected. He seemed to get more riled up each time he was turned down and he was starting to get more aggressive now. If the guy could take each rejection with his chin up then Jonah would have said good on him for taking it in his stride but he was getting fed up of this idiot’s persistence with anyone in sight.

Hunching his shoulders forward, Jonah leaned his head down but let his eyes wander to the idiot a few feet from him. He could just about see the drunkard and his new victim he was pestering.

When he caught a good look at her, Jonah tilted his head to the left so he could have a better angle on her.

She wore a blood red dress that reminded Jonah of the colour of his knuckles after a beating and her hair reminded him of a waterfall. Curled into waves that flowed freely around her shoulders but was also pinned away from her face by a rose flower pin gripped into her hair.

Her eyes were vibrant, they almost sparkled in the dim lighting in the club and her head was tilted to the side like she was in her own world, not really here at all. She had one arm leant against the bar that smelt of old beer and spilt vodka. Something about her didn't belong her, she didn't fit in with the crowd and it caught Jonah's eye because deep down, he knew neither his good nor bad side really belonged here either.

His attitude was the only thing that let him wander around unnoticed, he smiled when people looked at him, he kept his head down when he mixed in with the crowd and he stayed silent when he drank his beer. He blended in but he couldn't fully camouflage himself.

"What's a pretty flower like you doing in this place?"

Jonah shook his head at the shitty pickup line which simply washed over the girl’s head.

Stretching his arm out over the bar, Jonah waved his index finger and pointed at his whiskey glass, silently asking for a refill before he rummaged in his pocket and grabbed a handful of change to toss next to his glass. He was tired of blocking out all the noise and screeches and clinking of glass against glass but now all he could do was focus in on the conversation next to him that he shouldn't even be taking part in.

He could hear the shitty pickup lines and the guy persisting even when the girl’s melodic voice told him clearly that she wasn't interested. Jonah could hear her sighing and he could see her out the corner of his eye. He tried not to pay attention but he couldn’t help it. Something about her seemed different and different was intriguing to him.

(Y/n).

That was what was different about her. Jonah could never forget a face; the bad ones plagued him at night and the good ones stored themselves away in the back of his mind ready to be noticed again later.

He knew that face from college and that voice sounded so distant and unfamiliar to him now. Jonah couldn't recall the last time he set his eyes on (Y/n), God it had to have been months since he last saw her. School was the last time he properly talked and got to know her and college was the last time he saw her, although he didn't hang around her very much in college. He was too busy, too occupied, too enthralled in the changing attitudes inside of him.

When another pick up line fell from the drunkard's lips, Jonah straightened up to his full height and stretched his arms out in front of him. He wasn't wasting his last few minutes listening to this drawl and waiting for someone to start a fight to get him to leave.

Jonah could take care of this situation; discretely.

His left hand reeled around his back and slipped beneath his shirt until his fingers curled around the silver pearl handle of the blade. He couldn't go out without a little protection and insurance with him and a blade was thin and agile and easy to conceal, tucked safely into his belt and hidden with his shirt.

He held the blade against his wrist so no one else would see the flash of metal reflecting in the light.

His right hand planted down on the man's shoulder to get him to turn around and as soon as the short, stout man was facing the right way, Jonah's hand on his shoulder tightened like claws digging onto his skin. And the blade was spun in his hand until the tip of his finger was digging into the tip and the sharp edge was pressed flat against the stranger's sternum right in the middle of his chest.

Something sparkled in Jonah's pale green eyes when he watched the colour drain from the stranger's face and he saw his lips curve down at the sides like he was suffering from a stroke.

He could even feel the poor man quiver and sink down when he leaned close and hovered his lips near his ear so he wouldn't miss a word.

"It's time for you to leave. You don't want to wait and see what kind of tricks and carvings I can do with a skilled blade. Walk away." Jonah's voice was soft as a serenade like when he started to sing a lullaby and his smile was as sweet as sugar but deadly as cyanide.

He patted the blade against the man's chest and when the man slowly started to walk away, Jonah reeled both his arms behind him like he was pulling up his trousers when really, he was safely stashing the blade away so no one else noticed it.

A sugary sweet smile curved higher on his lips when his eyes then landed on (Y/n) and the girl behind her.

Both were smiling but there was a look of uncertainty in their eyes, they didn't know what he said or why he diffused the situation.

"Why thank you for that…"

"Not a problem, he wasn't getting anywhere with his outdated lines."

Something lodged itself in (Y/n)'s throat and stopped her from saying thank you, but it didn't matter when Hailey came to her rescue and offered the gratitude.

She knew him.

That was Jonah, they boy she knew since she was around ten, the boy who used to smile at her like the world was ending and she was the last thing he wanted to see before everything turned to ash. The boy who drifted in college like a leaf in the breeze, squeezing her hip when he passed her in the hall, throwing small smiles her way when he saw her or grinning cheekily when he caught her staring.

This was the guy she hadn't seen in months since leaving college; it was the guy who used to snatch up any chance to tease her in private and make her blush in public.

(Y/n) turned her head to look over at Hailey who threw an arm around her shoulder and moved to stand at her side. She knew her friend had been two seconds away from causing a scene and telling the older man where he could shove his pick up lines, but there was no need now. But her eyes couldn't stay away from Jonah for long.

He looked different. The last time (Y/n) had seen him he had been all curls and boyish grins and high cheekbones and dimples near his eyes that squinted when he laughed.

In the space of six, almost seven months, he seemed to have aged years. He didn't look like the teenager (Y/n) had grown up with who had been two years older than her. He looked like a new person now. His hair was short, very short, barely able to form into a single curl anymore like he had recently braved the shave and was now starting to grow it all back.

From what (Y/n) remembered, Jonah had never been one for facial hair, it was what made him look so boyish throughout the years she had known him. He had the start of a beard now and it aged him but in a good way. He looked older than his years but not miles beyond his age.

And he had muscle now, too. He was broad and tall and towering like something beyond her, something higher, darker, deeper than her.

"What did you say to him?" (Y/n) found her voice oddly quiet despite the booming voices around them and the thudding music bouncing off the walls.

Her eyes focused on the chain around his neck when she couldn't meet his eyes. It was silver with metal links so small they blended together and it was longer than the usual chain she saw a man wear, it hung down low halfway down his chest.

He had been so calm and he even smiled when he told the stranger to leave and (Y/n) had never seen someone disappear so fast without putting up a fight. She couldn't fathom what Jonah had said to make him give up so easily and leave the club altogether.

"I told him it was time to leave; people listen fast when they think you're security." He rolled his lips together but it didn't take away the curve at the corner of his lips, giving away his smile. "It's (Y/n), right?"

There was something so calm and easy about the way he crossed one leg over the other and leaned his right elbow on the bar to support himself and lower his towering height by a foot or so to make him at their level. He looked like he could belong anywhere, that he could be in charge of anyone and their situation. He was so at ease and his smile, oh how it had changed into something more reserved and hidden. He was so different from how she remembered him.

"You remember me?"

"You're not easy to forget,"

"Oh, this is my friend Hailey." (Y/n) reached her hand up to hold Hailey's hand that was resting on her shoulder but her eyes couldn't tear away from Jonah. Not when he grabbed his shot of whiskey and downed it like it was water and didn't even hold a sting when it slithered down the back of his throat.

"It's a pleasure," His eyes cast down to his watch before he clicked his tongue and sighed. "I best get ready, don't want to be late."

(Y/n) felt Hailey retreat a few paces behind her to give them some space and grab the drinks the bartender had finally put down in front of them. But (Y/n) could feel herself subtly shiver when Jonah took a step closer. She could smell his cologne like a fresh wave rolling over her and she had to tilt her chin up to meet his gaze.

"Late for what?"

"You didn't hear? I'm the main act." He clasped his hands behind his back and bent forward like he was about to formally ask her to join him for a dance. His words barely made it past (Y/n)'s ears and she shivered when he leaned so close that she could feel his breaths mingling with hers and she could almost taste the whiskey that was coating his blood red lips. "Stick around after the set for me, please?"

All she could do was nod in agreement and watch him grin feverishly before he winked and backed away into the crowd.

Jonah was going on stage.

(Y/n) could feel Hailey loop their arms together again as she threw her head back to laugh while she dragged (Y/n) closer to the stage. She wouldn't press the matter or ask how (Y/n) knew such a dishy guy or what she would do when she saw him after the show. Hailey knew not to embarrass her friend, they wouldn't do that to each other.

Comfortable silence fell over them both but when they squeezed their way closer to the stage, (Y/n) was at a loss for words.

There he was, up in centre stage like it was where he always belonged from the very beginning. Dark black trousers pulled high up on his waist, a jet black top that hugged his frame in just the right way, dark black shined shoes that clicked and thumped as he tapped along to the beat.

There were a few rings on his fingers that were wrapped around the microphone stand and his chain was swinging back and forth against his chest like a pendulum.

He didn't seem to be dressed like he was going out on stage, (Y/n) would have imagined a button up shirt or maybe even a blazer and a splash of white instead of just jet black, but she couldn't deny that he looked good. And he clearly knew what kind of effect he had on the crowd when everyone seemed to stop and pay attention to him.

Their ears tuned in, their eyes followed him and him alone and the chatter died down so they could listen. Eyes were on Jonah from all angles, even the band he played with, the girl on guitar, the man on drums and the guy on the bass, they were all watching him like he had them under some kind of spell.

There was a small hint of shyness surrounding him when he looked at all the faces staring back at him and the way he darted his eyes down to his feet before he looked back up again to face everyone. It was like he couldn't believe his luck that he had the spotlight on him or that he had enraptured everyone by only humming so far.

He looked humble.

But when he started to sing, God did he go for it. He leaned and twisted this way and that, he tapped his feet even more and he smiled as the words flowed freely past his lips.

'I'm Feeling Good'. He knew what he was doing to pick that as the first song he sang tonight. He felt good, he looked good and he acted good.

(Y/n) wasn't planning on staying out for too long tonight, but with Jonah singing like this and looking at her with those deep, dark eyes, she might have to stick around for a while longer. She wasn't sure what she was going to be getting herself into, but she knew she was about to fall in head first.

[culiehua]

what if jem's parents don't know he survived and refuse to move on thus spending their entire afterlife looking for their son bc they believed he died too huh what then

[thermodynamic-comedian]

once you start viewing jonelias as a black cat orange cat dynamic your entire worldview will change.

[escapingrealityforamoment]

-Masterlist-

Hello loves, here is my masterlist for far! 

Jonah Hauer-King

Head-canon #1

Head-canon #2

A Whirlwind Of Emotions

Neighbors 

Attending The Little Mermaid Premiere

Shy Kisses

An Interview Connection

Capturing His Attention

Meeting and Falling In Love

Capturing Hearts

Love Letter #1

Love Letter #2

Accidental Encounter

Thinking Of The Future 

Jealous Jonah On Set

Cute and Cuddly 

Friends To Lovers

Royal Romance 

Midnight Rain*Inspired by the song from Taylor Swift*

Meeting in Galway(A potential part two may be happening)

Pregnancy Reveal

Taking Care Of You

The Wedding Series 

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Speak Now Series(Jonah's version)

Back To December

Conrad Fisher

Beach Rain Shower

Snowfall On The Beach

Playlist #1

Playlist #2

Friends With Benefits

Love Letter #1 

Falling In Love*Inspired by Paper Rings*

Meeting Him

Keeping A Secret

A Whirlwind Romance 

Hard Not To Love You

Taylor Swift Playlist #1

Reuniting At Cousins

Unspoken Desires Series

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Speak Now(Conrad's Version)

Back To December

Jonas Kahnwald 

Best friends into lovers

*UPDATED 7/10/23*

[randomfandomsgobrrrrrr]

Right now im re-reading one of my favorite books and holy shit this man is so vast coded it isn't even funny

He's over here saying stuff like "I found music in the darkness between the stars, a tune at once that urged i listen, a song a dreamt one day to sing" and the only reason he's alive is due to the fact the void likes him. (The book is called "To Flail Against Infinity: The Stargazers War" btw)