#flamingoqueentm

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@flamingoqueentm

the night had gone longer than beth had expected. she promised ellie, dean, and aaron she would be home before dinner, yet here she was, slowly creeping through the door at around 3 in the morning. shutting the door as quietly as she could, she walked up to her bedroom and let out a deep breath, sitting down on the bed and rubbing her face before grabbing clothes for the night. 

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“beat  you?  what  the  fuck  is  wrong  with  you?”  dean  scoffs  as  he  paces  up  and  down  the  room,  one  hand  raking  itself  through  his  hair  as  the  other  balls  into  a  fist  at  his  side.  he  knows he  has  no  right  to  be  angry;  they  never  officially  said  that  they  were  exclusive  after  all,  but  he  can’t  help  but  feel  jealous.  “i  just  can’t  believe  that  you  fucked  him,  beth.  out  of  all  the  people  you  could’ve  run  off  to,  you  go  to  him?  our  fucking  housemate?  and  you  expect  me  to  just  get  over  that?”  he  snarls,  eventually  stopping  in  front  of  her,  looking  at  her  in  the  eye.  “and  now  you  want  me  to  beat  you?  what  kind  of  weird,  fucked  up  shit  are  you  into?”

“are you kidding me, dean? i spent weeks trying to get you to pay attention to me. weeks. you weren’t interested so i gave up. i didn’t go to aaron just to make you jealous, that was just a happy accident. i spent more time than i should have trying to get you to want me and when i gave up, aaron and i just happened to get closer.” beth got closer to dean, getting in his face as best as she could. “i don’t belong to you. you had your chance to have me and you decided to go fuck whatever other piece you could get. i made my peace with that.”

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flamingoqueentm:

    HE  CAN’T  HELP   BUT   ROLL   HIS   EYES   AS   HE  LOOKS  UP   at  her   from   his   spot   in   the   cell,   shrug   of   his   shoulders   given.    “i   couldn’t    give   a    shit.”    he   grumbles,   knowing   that   he’d   be   far   too   weak   to   fight   her   now,   but   still   not   wanting   to   give   into   her   torture.    “why   don’t   you   just   kill   me   elizabeth?”   he   asks,   watching   her   carefully,   wondering   why   she   was   doing   this    —-    why   she   was   so   insistent   in   watching   him   rot   to   death.   “you’ve   been   threatening   to   do   it   your   whole   life.   so   why   aren’t   you   doing    it   right   now?”

“isn’t it obvious? i want you to suffer. i want you to feel the torture i’ve felt every day that i’ve known you. i always thought my biggest threat was catherine goode... turns out it’s been you all these years. after clarke, and everything with lola.. you’ve spent years tormenting me. it’s my turn to return the favor.” beth explained, reaching her foot in and kicking the plate over so the food went all over him. “don’t worry though. you’ll get your death. i just want to play for a while.” beth stepped back from the cell. 

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‘ did something happen? ’ / ellie

beth sighed. of course something happened. something was always happening. whether it was being forced to marry her arch nemesis, for some reason still unbeknownst to her, one of her best friends turning into a mindless thug no thanks to the same person, finding out one of her other close friends was also now a part of their criminal world. 

‘no... no, nothing happened. i’ve just been really out of it lately, you know? things have just been... a little crazy. it’s hard to think straight.’ beth assured her friend, moving back around the island to continue cooking. it’d been months since she’d seen ellie. the wedding was probably the last time she’d seen her. so much had changed since then. 

‘i’m glad you decided to come visit, though. i was starting to think you’d forgotten about me in your little paradise in washington.’ beth teased.

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knife meme 4 lola

Beth grunted as she was shoved against the wall, holding her head up as best she could to avoid letting her neck touch the blade. 

“Just do it. God knows you want to.” Beth said coldly, giving Lolita a challenging look. 

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bad touch + anyone

This last visit had been too much for Beth. Instead of Tom’s usual antics, he’d gone back to his old self and resorted to torture in his means of interrogation and the worst part was her ex-lover and best friend had been turned against her by Tom as well, him being one of the many people who took part in hurting her. 

She decided it was time to break out. She wasn’t sure how, but she had to try. 

She worked on prying out one of the loose bars on the back of the metal chair in the room, slowly loosening it from its place until she could pry it out and hide it in her cot. 

On one of the visit from Aaron to bring in her food, she noticed the door was open a crack. When he set the food down beside her, Beth looked up at him. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispered before swinging her arm as hard as she could, slamming the metal piece into the side of his face, just enough to knock him out. She jumped over his slumped figure and ran out of the room. 

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“One more word and I’ll break your other arm too.” - Aaron :-)

Beth tried to keep her breathing level, holding her arm to her chest as best she could without hurting herself farther. Sure, she'd dislocated a shoulder once or twice with a gun quickly and poorly aimed, but never broken a bone. Still, she couldn't let herself show pain. She needed to seem unbreakable. Beth spit at Aaron's feet.

"Fuck you." She muttered.

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@flamingoqueentm

this  was  it.  she’d  been  waiting  for  this  moment  for  such  a  long  time  now  and  while  she  was  proud  of  herself  for  keeping  her  anger  in  check  for  as  long  as  she  has  done,  she  was  so  relieved  that  she  could  finally  let  it  go  in  the  best  way  possible:  in  front  of  all  their  classmates,  townsend  and  their  examiner.  getting  graded  for  beating  the  shit  out  of  some  bitch  who  slept  with  her  boyfriend?  it  was  a  dream  come  true.  and  the  excitement  is  clear  on  her  face  as  her  eyes  lock  with  beth’s  at  the  other  side  of  the  mat,  a  deathly  gaze  cast  across  to  the  other  as  she  waits  carefully  for  the  sound  of  the  whistle.

once  the  screech  fills  the  air,  she’s  quick  to  dodge  beth’s  punch  and  instead  uses  her  weight  to  crash  into  her,  knocking  her  straight  down  onto  the  mat.  a  proud  smile  fills  her  lips  as  she  glances  across  to  their  on-lookers,  catching  the  disappointed  look  that  appeared  on  townsend’s  face,  before  she  looks  back  down  at  the  girl  and  takes  a  step  backwards,  preparing  herself  for  the  next  move.  

“aww,  you  look  look  so  cute  lying  down  like  that.  no  wonder  clarke  took  pity  on  you  and  fucked  you.”  she  hisses  to  the  girl.  “what?  didn’t  he  tell  you  that  he  felt  bad  for  you?”  she  adds,  laughing   as  she  watches  the  other  clamber  to  their  feet.

beth felt her father’s eyes burning into her. this was her time to impress him, but of course, she got paired with lolita of all people. 

she grunted when she felt her back hit the padded floor with a thud, pulling herself up as quickly as she could, circling around lolita with her fists held up. 

“the way i see it is whether he felt bad for me or not, he still had sex with me. in my book, that means he can’t have had too much respect for his relationship with you if he’s still willing to sleep with me.” beth explained with a shrug, looking for an attack of opportunity.

“save your mind games for someone else. save the petty talk and just fight me.” beth challenged. using her body to charge at lolita, pushing her to the ground, pinning her down for a few seconds before standing back.