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The Midnight Club - Season Two

I'm very disappointed that Netflix has decided not to pursue a second season of THE MIDNIGHT CLUB.

My biggest disappointment is that we left so many story threads open, holding them back for the hypothetical second season, which is always a gamble.

So I'm writing this blog as our official second season, so you can know what might have been, learn the fates of your favorite characters, and know the answers to those dangling story threads from the first season.

So for those of you who want to know what we were planning to do, here's a look at what would have been season 2!

AMESH Season 2 would open with Amesh, his glioblastoma advancing quickly. He would tell the first story of the season, but would be struggling to make it through. We'd focus on his love story with Natsuki for those first few episodes as it becomes clear that Amesh's death is imminent.

Meanwhile, Ilonka is trying to reconcile how she was fooled by Julia Jayne, all while falling further in love with Kevin, and she realizes he may be fading faster than he lets on.

Ilonka begins a serialized story in an effort to encourage him to "stay alive a little longer," like he did in season one. And the story she tells is... REMEMBER ME.

This was the thing I was most excited about for this season.

REMEMBER ME is one of my all-time favorite Pike books - it tells the story of a teenage girl who is pushed off a balcony, and awakens as a ghost. She has to navigate being a spirit while trying to solve her own murder. We would have stretched this story out over 5 episodes. We were going to use it as a vehicle for Ilonka to try to come to terms with the fact that she is going to die, and to begin to trying to wrap her head around being a ghost... but this is the coolest part... the lead character of Ilonka's story wouldn't be played by Ilonka. She'd be played by...

Anya.

Because this is how we live on, isn't it? In the minds of those we leave behind. And Ilonka would use REMEMBER ME as a way to imagine her dear friend Anya, waking up as a ghost, navigating the afterlife. And this sets up one of the best mechanisms of the show - even if a character dies, as long as they're remembered by members of the club, they live on in their stories.

As the story starts to pick up steam, though, the group will have to deal with the death of Amesh, which he greets with grace and bravery.

In his final moments, he sees someone in his room - the Janitor from the first season, as played by Robert Longstreet, who says comforting things to Amesh even though he can't respond.

In his final, final moments, the SHADOW descends upon Amesh, and he is engulfed into it, which reinforces the idea that the Shadow is DEATH...

With Amesh's death comes something that upends the entire thing: a NEW PATIENT. We didn't work out too much about who this would be, but it would be a new roommate for Ilonka. Someone taking Anya's old bed. Ilonka would find herself being initially cold to her - just as Anya was when Ilonka arrived. Even feeling like this new girl shouldn't necessarily be ushered into the Club. But of course they would develop a beautiful friendship over the course of the season. The new girl joins the club, where something else exciting is happening - Cheri is telling a story. We hadn't decided which one, but I think it might have been MONSTER.

Natsuki would be the next to die, which would be heartbreaking. And again, she would talk to the janitor just before it happened... and again, the Shadow would come in the final moments.

For Spence, though, things would take a different turn.

The advancements in HIV treatment in the late 90's would come into play, and we'd see his prognosis change. The HIV cocktail came out in Dec 1995, and we really wanted to explore that.

Spence would ride the swell of antiviral advancements, and by the end of the season, he'd no longer be classified as terminal. In the finale of season 2, Spence would leave Brightcliffe just like Sandra did in Season 1, heading off to manage his disease and live the rest of his life.

But onto the BIG MYSTERIES of the season one... here are some answers: What is up with Dr. Stanton's tattoo and bald head? Well, a few things. First, Dr. Stanton is actually the daughter of the original Paragon cult leader, Aceso. Her nickname was Athena, she wrote the Paragon journal that Ilonka found in S1. She turned on her mother and helped the kids escape, but because she was part of the cult in her teenage years, she had the tattoo.

It was her initials that Ilonka found carved into the tree in season 1 (her maiden name was Georgina Ballard, hence the G.B. that Ilonka finds carved in the tree).

She hated what her mother became, and the atrocities of the cult. She reclaimed the property after her mom was gone, and wanted to change it into a place that celebrated life. She was trying to undo her mother's legacy and leave something behind that was beautiful. She is wearing a wig at the end of S1 not because of a sinister reason, but because she is undergoing chemo. Dr. Stanton has cancer. Having helped so many people deal with disease, she now has to deal with it herself.

Her treatment would be successful, and she'd go into remission, but having to face that - while caring for the terminal kids at Brightcliffe - was going to be a very introspective arc for Stanton.

What about the Living Shadow? It's Death, right? Well... no.

At the end of the season, Kevin will die... followed shortly by Ilonka. And as she is dying, two things will happen. First, she'll find herself talking to the Janitor, played by Robert Longstreet... and she'll make a discovery.

HE is Death. And nothing to be afraid of. It turns out no one else ever saw this character. Stanton has a cleaning service, and the Nurse practitioners make up the rooms - the only people who ever saw this mysterious Janitor were the patients. He is Death, and offers them kind words before they die. Then what was the Shadow?

This is an idea we take directly from the book REMEMBER ME, and we'll see it play out in the final moments of Ilona's final tale. In Pike's book, Shari is pursued by a dark entity called The Shadow. When it finally catches her, though, it turns out it is not a bad thing at all.

The Shadow is THEMSELVES. It's the Unknown. As it engulfs someone, in the last moment of their life, it takes them through a place of understanding and catharsis, preparing them for the next step.

THIS is what happened to Anya in S1 when the Shadow finally reached her - that's why she fantasized a life beyond Brightcliffe, which ultimately let her find acceptance of her death. It looks different for everybody, depending on their mind-set - because it is simply an extension of themselves.

The Shadow is just the final catharsis, a return to our original form - it is a moment of true understanding, and once we experience it, we move on to the next place.

We see the Shadow in full effect when it finally comes for Kevin. KEVIN DIES with Ilonka at his side, and it leads to the biggest reveal of the season:

Who were the Mirror Man and the Cataract Woman?

They were Stanley Oscar Freelan and his wife, who built Brightcliffe (fun trivia, he is named after the real-life Freelan Oscar Stanley, who built my favorite hotel in America - the Stanley Hotel. The Stanley is also the inspiration for THE SHINING!).

But more than that... there's a reason that Ilonka only sees Stanley in the mirror, and sees the Cataract Woman whenever she looked at Kevin. This is something else we took from Pike's original book... these aren't ghosts, but glimpses of PAST LIVES.

Ilonka WAS Stanley Oscar Freelan, and Kevin WAS his wife. They've lived many lives this way, and are true SOUL MATES - they always find each other, and they always fall in love. In this life, they knew it would be a short one, so they agreed to find each other in the house they built. They've been "remembering" who they are, and glimpsing their former selves in reflections, and sometimes when they look at each other. This is also why Ilonka's very first words to Kevin in S1 were "Do I know you?" and why Kevin thought she was familiar as well. They are two souls who always find each other, again and again.

The story is this: Stanley was dying, and built this cliffside home hoping that the seaside air would help him. It did, and he far outlived his prognosis (this is also true of the real-life Freelan Stanley). However, his wife began to succumb to dementia.

She would wander the halls, looking for him ("Darling!") and would even forget to feed herself ("I'm starving...") and she eventually refused to leave the basement. Heartbroken for her, Stanley painted the walls to resemble the woodland view, and the ceiling to resemble the night sky, so that it would be a little more beautiful for her.

He also painted a labyrinth on the floor, which was a technique used to try to curb the effects of dementia. She'd walk the pattern of the maze and it was believed it could help her cognition. Eventually, she developed frightening cataracts, but Stanley loved her through it all.

They were soul mates.

So while they seemed scary in season 1, that was just how Ilonka and Kevin's mind were trying to remember their pasts. We even had their faces distorting in ways consistent with how memories degrade over time. When the Shadow comes for Ilonka, and gives her this understanding - this "remembering" - she realizes she has nothing to fear. She and Kevin will shed these personas and be reborn, and have the joy of finding each other another way. The Shadow comes for her, Death takes her gently, and Ilonka goes off with Kevin back into the cosmos, ready for their next incarnation. The series would end with Cheri telling this story to a whole new table of patients, including our new series leads. Most of our original cast now would exist as stories, a story told to the next "class" of storytellers at the table, all of whom we will have met by the end of the season. A story called "The Midnight Club."

Well, that's it... that was what we had in mind. It's a shame we won't get to make it, but it would be a bigger shame if you guys simply had to live with the unanswered questions and the cliffhanger ending. I loved making this show, and I am so proud of the cast and crew. Particularly our cast, who attacked this story with incredible spirit and bravery each and every day.

But for now, we'll put the fire out, and leave the library dark and quiet. To those before, and to those after. To us now, and to those beyond.

Seen or unseen, here but not here.

I'll always be grateful that I got to be part of this Club.

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The Midnight Club (2022) — “i love you fiercely, darling. but if you even think about giving jesus the credit, i’mma haunt you twice as scary because i’m going to definitely haunt you after that intercom nonsense, you got it coming.”

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luveline · 6 months

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i lowkey need to see stripper!reader and spencer again

for you gorgeous ♡ fem

cw adult themes

Hotch and Spencer draw attention at the strip club for the same reason but in varied fonts. They're both reminiscent of your regulars, Hotch the picture of a businessman with a wife to forget and steam to blow, and Spencer the silent sweetheart, pretty but too shy to talk to normal girls.

He doesn't need a normal girl when he has you.

You're glad for your cover up clothes as you lean against the dressing room door. One of the bouncers peers at you from the corner of his eye.

"Trouble?" he asks.

"Not sure. Probably not." You wave until Agent Hotchner notices you. To your delight, he raises his hand politely.

You step around the bouncer and bypass the stage to the lighter area of the club where they stand in wait. "Hello. I could've met you outside."

"Would you?" Agent Hotchner asks.

You don't need him to explain. It's not the most professional thing, loitering in a club like this. You follow them out of the club and onto the street, cold even in your sweatpants as the wind rails. Spencer lets you squeeze his fingers in greeting, but that's all.

"It's nice to see you again, Agent Hotchner," you say honestly, giving him a smile.

He doesn't return the pleasantry, but Spencer swears he's softer than he looks so you choose to run with it as Agent Hotchner says, "We need information on one of your patrons."

"Tennis Lawley," Spencer adds.

"Tennis," you repeat. "I thought my pseudonym was bad."

Spencer gives you a quick look. I'd laugh if I weren't at work, it says. "We think he's involved in a string of killings in Washington DC. What do you know about him?"

It's not an exaggeration to say you've played therapist for Tennis and a ton of guys just like him. Being a stripper, an exotic dancer, whatever anyone wants to call it (though Spencer usually just calls it your work) has pros and cons. You've felt it to be heavier on the con side, but this is a big plus, being able to assist someone you care about with something important. It makes you feel useful for once, like you're more than the froth of the city. "Ask me anything," you say, hiding your cheek from the cold with a deft hand.

Spencer and Agent Hotchner ask you all sorts of questions, personal to their suspect and less so, and for the most part you're able to answer them. You can tell from the look on Hotchner's face that he's both surprised and extremely satisfied by your knowing, and he emphasises his thankfulness with a touch to your upper arm before he says goodbye. "Your help is invaluable, Y/N, thank you."

Spencer, your sweetheart, stays for a more thorough farewell.

"Have you eaten yet today?" he asks, the hand you'd squeezed earlier leaping for yours. "You look tired."

"It's getting close to midnight, Spence. I'm alright. You and Agent Hotchner should head home and rest yourselves…" You bring your hand to his cheek but think better of yourself, pushing your arm over his shoulder instead for a hug. His own arms contract around you immediately. "I miss you lately, where have you been?"

"Everywhere. I miss you too," he says. Despite the months of knowing one another, and the many states he's seen you in, you know without looking that Spencer is blushing profusely.

You kiss his cheek as your heels return to safe ground. "Come and see me again soon, okay? And bring your rich friends. The older one, Rossi, is he really a millionaire? A divorced one?"

"Yes, he is," Spencer says with a laugh, his voice climbing higher, "but I don't think he's looking for another wife right now, sorry."

"Maybe Agent Hotchner–"

"Stop calling him that."

You look Spencer straight in the eye, nearly caught off guard by how sweet and soft they meld at your touch where your hands linger in his.

You often think that you and Spencer aren't meant to be. Your life, whether willing or unwilling, by choice or design, is entirely focused around your body, and Spencer's world revolves around his mind. You know that what you do for work isn't anything to be ashamed of, but you have the same doubts as anyone else. You know what people think of you. You wouldn't blame Spencer for thinking the same things. And you wouldn't expect him to want to be with you in any aspect that wasn't physical.

But when he holds your hands in his like this, as though they're made of something delicate, something he wants to map every detail or by fingertip alone, you wish things were different.

You clear your throat. "I really do miss you when you're away," you confess.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Your hands miss his the millisecond you pull them away. "I guess I shouldn't keep you. Your boss will be wondering where you are."

"Are you okay?"

You can't even pretend it's a strange question; you're acting strange. "I'm fine, Dr. Reid. My nice new boss knows I know the feds, and all the girls are jealous of me when you guys come to visit. They think I'm on your payroll."

Spencer quirks a puzzled frown, brows pulled together tightly. "You're harder to read than most people. Have I ever told you that?"

"I guess it's 'cos I spend so much time pretending I'm a different person," you say, smiling to prompt him into smiling back.

"Maybe." He pulls his bag from where it rests against his hip and opens it, rummaging through the contents with a confused murmur until he pulls out the shape he'd been looking for. "Here. Don't go to bed hungry, okay?"

Spencer puts a protein bar in your hand.

He steals a quick hug and leaves not long after that, crossing the dark parking lot to the mass of the dark SUV he arrives in. With one hand, you clutch the protein bar until it takes a new shape, and with the other you blow two sweet kisses, a cheesy, gaudy gesture that never fails to make your favourite special Agent blush.

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rainywashere · 1 year

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Undercover

Summary: Reid and Reader go to a club while undercover, Y/N decides to have a few drinks while they wait, and things get a little out of hand, but thankfully Reid was there to help her in the bathroom.

Warnings: Smut, Public sex, sex without protection (dont do that), drunk sex (consensual for both parties), FEM!ReaderxDOM!Reid

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I was used to going undercover, so I didn't think anything of it when Hotch called me down to his office after telling the rest of the team about the case we were working on, a killer attacking women my age while they were in their cars with their boyfriends. I walked into the room to see hotch passing back and forth and reid sitting in one of the two brown leather chairs in front of his metal desk. "Reid." I nodded at him and gave him a tight smile. I was stressed, even though I had done this what seemed like a thousand times. He nodded back at me and I sat down in the other chair next to him.

Hotch turned around and looked at me. "Y/N, I'm sure you know why you're here." I nodded. He then turned to Spencer. "Reid, I know you're not used to going undercover, but I need you to do this for me, for the case. You and Y/N need to pose as a young couple in their car after a date, can you do this." Reid nodded, his face was hard and still, it was so hard to see what he was feeling when he was all serious like that, usually I could read him like an open book. "Alright," Hotch said, sitting down and taking a sip of coffee. "If you have any questions or things you need to talk to me about I'm here all day. You'll be getting the job done tomorrow." Reid and I both nodded and went on our way back to our desks.

"Nervous?" I asked him. "You were real quiet in there." I mean, he was always quiet, but I could tell something was wrong. He shrugged. "I guess." He stared at the wall. "I just don't want either of us to get hurt." I smiled. "That's sweet Spence." I teased him, lightly pushing him. "But don't worry, I'll protect you." He smiled as he stared at his feet. I walked off to my desk, satisfied.

I spent the rest of the day sifting through paperwork as there was nothing else to do. I was alone in the office besides for Hotch and Derek and a few other people that worked in different areas. I was on one of the last piles of paperwork when Derek called me over to his desk. I walked over, hoping he could save me even just for a moment from my boredom. "What's up?" I asked, leaning against his desk as he pushed his work aside. "So, working with pretty boy, huh?" He smiled and I immediately knew where he was going. "Oh my god, Morgan you know it's not like that." I rolled my eyes, trying to keep myself from blushing. "You sure about that?" He teased. "I've seen the way you look at each other. Like a dog in heat." He whispered the last part and did that annoying motherfucking smile of his. "Anyway," He changed the subject like it was nothing, "You want some coffee?"

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The next night I was in a tight dress and spencer in a suit as we have wires and microphones hooked up to us. "Just act like you're in love, shouldn't be that hard." Derek said, winking. The whole room ignored him, but he knew we all heard. "Listen, I need you to act drunk, be touchy, kiss a bit, slur your words a little, make it believable." I nodded. "Yes sir."

Before we walked out to the car Penelope hugged me and spencer goodbye, she alway got worried when I went undercover. "We'll be okay." I reassured her as we broke the hug.

Spencer drove us to a popular bar, there were drunk people stumbling down the street. Seeing people so venerable made me nervous, stumbling down the street at midnight all alone, that's how some of the worst cases I had ever seen had started. "You okay?" Spencer asked, snapping me back to reality. "Yeah, lets go."

We walked inside, my heels tapped against the damp sidewalk illuminated by the red neon lights in front of the bar. It was even worse inside. It was basically an orgy. People were on top of each other making out, and some were doing things I couldn't imagine doing in public, even if I was extremely wasted. I saw Spencer eyeing up some of the girls in short skirts and frowned, I had to admit I was a little jealous. "Uh, you wanna get some drinks?" I asked. "Sure." He pulled out his wallet and looked through it. "Shit, I don't have my card." I shrugged, "Don't sweat it, watch this." He followed me as I walked up to a male bartender. "Hey hot stuff." I called out to him. He looked me up and down, smiling. "Hey sweetheart, you having a good night." He asked as I got closer. I leaned over the counter so we were closer. "Yes sir, I am." I said smiling. "But... I haven't got any money on me, could you give me a drink, any drink will do, I'll pay you back." I winked at him. He immediately began making me a drink. I had to say I was pretty excited to get drunk, Reid was there to protect me and it would help me get through the night. The bartender handed me a large drink. By the time I was finished it the effects had already started to kick in. "Fuck." I stood up. "I don't know what the fuck this is but it's fucking amazing." Before he could say anything I leaned over the counter, grabbed his face and kissed his deeply. He smiled into the kiss and grabbed my waist, kissing me back deeper and rougher, and I didn't want his to stop. I would've walked behind the counter and done something stupid, but Reid grabbed onto my arm and pulled me back to our table, his nails dug into my arm and left marks, I looked at his face, which was somewhat blurred because of the drink, but he seemed mad. "Why the long face Doctor?" I teased, resting my hand on his leg, which he let me leave there. "You could've been hurt." He said, staring daggers at the bartender. "He could've been hurt." I said, gesturing to where my gun was hidden. "Listen." he grabbed my waist on either side to make me look at him. "I don't want you messing around with any guys alright? The only guy that's allowed to touch you tonight is me, do you understand." I nodded, smiling. I was so hot when he was angry. "Yes sir." I said, looking at him with eyes full of lust. For whatever reason, that drink made everything he did turn me on so fucking much. More than it usually did anyway.

"We still have an hour to kill before we're supposed to leave." Reid said. "Wanna dance?" Even drunk me was surprised, Reid never danced, even when he was drunk, which he never was. Without saying a word I grabbed his hands and pulled him onto the dance floor and started swaying my hips, raising my arms into the air. I pulled him closer until we were touching and put his hands on my hips and started to grind against him. He was pretending I had no effect on him, but I knew. There were a lot of other girls even I had to admit were really fucking hot, hotter than me, but I was the only one he was looking at. I could see him staring someone down but I paid them no mind, if I saw myself with reid in a club, I would be staring too. At the thought I turned around and started to grind my ass into his crotch. He let out a deep breath and grabbed my arm again, pulling me off the dance floor and into the unisex bathroom. The light flickered on as we entered. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He asked me. "Just having a little fun." I smiled, trying to hold back my laughter. He rolled his eyes. "Well we're not here to have fun, Y/N." He said sternly. "You think you're gonna stop me?" I asked, tilting my head to the side and giving him a pure smile. I grabbed onto his tie and pulled his lips to mine, kissing him with more passion than I had with the bartender. He almost gave in, but then pushed me away. "What if they turn the mics on?" He asked. I shrugged, "They're not supposed to do that until past 2 am." Then I pulled him back in and this time he gave in.

He pushed me against the sink and grabbed my ass, god I wish he would just fuck me already. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest. I trailed my fingers down his chest and then to the waistline of his pants, playing with the elastic. I could see his bulge, and god it made me even wetter than I already was. Spencer pulled my dress down so it revealed my chest. He grabbed one of my tits and played with my nipple with his fingers. "You gotta be quicker Spence, we don't have much time, please." I said. "Oh, you want it quick?" He asked, dropping his hands. "You'll get it fucking quick." God he was so fucking hot.

He spun me around and bent me over the sink. I heard his pants drop to the floor before he roughly pulled my dress up over my ass. He lined up his tip with my entrance before shoving it in without warning. "Fuck spence!" I nearly screamed, looking into my reflection as he slammed it into me again. He let out little grunts each time. He reached out and slapped my ass as he began to go faster. "Fuck.. Fuck please don't stop spence." I moaned. He threw his head back, grabbing my ass and pulling me back each time he thrusted. I could feel it building up. "I'm almost there baby, keep going." I begged. He did as he was told and thrust it in faster, grabbing onto my hair as he got rougher and rougher. I could feel him filling me up as I came with him and he slowed down, breathing hard as he pulled out. I felt our cum dripping down my leg as the mic made a beeping sound, signalling it had just been turned on. "You ready?" Hotch's voice asked. "We're ready."

Gave you a long one, hope you enjoyed hehe

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