#Dark series

[krirebr]

Trapped AU Masterlist

Summary: Andy keeps telling you how lucky you are that he chose you to be his wife.

Warnings: Dark elements, kidnapping, human trafficking, punishment - See each installment for specific warnings - All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Caught Up in Your Trap

You spend your first day in your new home.

Beyond These Walls In Front of Me

Andy brings you into a new part of your home.

I Don't Want a Lot for Christmas

Andy gives you an early Christmas present. Why aren't you happier about it?

Related Drabbles

Comfort

Continuing AU

[lilacevans]

𝐠𝐨𝐭'𝐜𝐡𝐚: 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* : ̗̀➛ lloyd hansen x female!reader (non-descriptive) ✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 353. ✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: chase kink, taunting, dub-con/non-con (however you'd like to interpret it), dacryphilia (crying kink), lloyd being lloyd ✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: @chxrryhansen ✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: the longest one yet!! i wanted them to stay under 200 but i really enjoy writing lloyd and i would've kept going but decided to post so i didn't spend 5 days writing a 5k smutfest. anywaysssss; enjoy my lloyd lovin' besties!! pls lemme know what u think & check out the main masterlist if this is the first your seeing anything of this series!! 𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑑'𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡. ༊*·˚

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.

*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

Lloyd’s laughter mocked you as you bound barefoot down the never ending hallway. As you stumbled with a heaving chest, manically trying every door as Lloyd’s heavy footsteps inched closer and closer.

Every shake of the seemingly thousands of doorknobs knocked your heart that little bit closer to breaking. The daunting reality of never being able to outrun him settled in quickly and your hope was diminishing with every useless step. Until one door swung open and you flung yourself inside, slamming it shut. Your eye’s scattered around the room, looking for a hiding spot before they zeroed in on a small cupboard, just big enough for you to fit inside of.

As you rushed forward you were snatched from behind, Lloyd’s cologne filled your nose; dark and carnal as your eyes widened. His arm snaked around your neck, constricting the stale manor air from reaching your lungs.

‘’Got’cha,’’ Lloyd gleamed in your ear, black gloved fingers squeezing either side of your chin as you were dragged back out of the room kicking and screaming.

Lloyd’s hand moved from your chin to clamp harshly over your mouth before you were spun and pinned with his arm across your chest to the wall. His eyes searched your face as your eye’s squeezed shut; tears pouring down your cheeks. You heard his demented, throaty chuckle before feeling the wetness of his tongue glide up your cheek. Your body tried to contort away from his warm breath, useless in its attempt to escape the unescapable. 

Suddenly his tongue was gone and Lloyd tutted, ‘’You’re not crying enough, Pup. Nothin’ but fuckin’ crocodile tears.’’

You let out a pitiful whimper as Lloyd mocked you with faux sympathy, pressing soft kisses across your face.

‘’Open those pretty eye’s up, wanna see ‘em all wet with those shiny fake tears,’’ Lloyd ordered.

Your eyes fluttered open, willing them not to close again at the sight of his twisted grin. 

‘’There they are,’’ Lloyd cooed in awe. ‘’Now… What the fuck do I have to do to you to get some real fuckin’ tears, hmm? Shall we go find out?’’

[nastybuckybarnes]

Teddy Bear Picnic  -  One

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: If you go down in the woods today you’re sure of a big surprise. 

Warnings: Dark fic, dark themes, dub con, language, violence, kidnapping, injuries, eventual smut, 

Word Count: 1.3K

A/n:  @americasass81 this is for you <3 

I might link a playlist to this master list cause there are a few songs that just feeeeed me when it comes to this series.

!!This is a Dark Fic with Triggering and Sexual Content. Read at Own Risk!!

~*~

“Arlo, no!”

The eager goldendoodle puppy goes sprinting into the forest, taking full advantage of his new freedom.

Clutching the broken leash tightly in your hands you swallow hard and walk towards the edge of the trees. 

“Arlo! Get back over here! Now! Come!”

Just as anticipated, he doesn’t listen, and his little golden fur disappears beyond the tree line. 

You take a deep breath and peer through the trees, hoping to catch a glimpse of your puppy running back to you.

“Arlo!” You call again, taking a step off the flat ground and into the thicket of trees. 

You shouldn’t be doing this.  

It’s all over the news. 

Girls like you going missing near the forest.

But you need to save Arlo.

You slowly follow after him, trying to stay light on your feet and not make too much noise. 

You don’t know why the other girls went missing, you just know you don’t want to be next.

“Arlo!” You whisper-shout, stepping carefully through the undergrowth. 

Your heart is already thundering in your chest as you slowly venture deeper and deeper into the forest, searching for your puppy.

“Arlo, please! We gotta get home!”

You hear him bark, followed by soft growling.

You follow the sound, rushing toward him with the soul hope of finding him and bringing him home before your mother ever realizes that you strayed from the path. 

You spot his golden brown fur and a wave of relief washes over you. 

“Arlo!” 

He turns at the sound of your voice, little tail wagging excitedly.

You drop to your knees and scoop him up in your arms, hugging him close to your chest. You rise quickly and spin around, ready to head back the way you came only to freeze in your tracks. 

“You know, I hear it's not safe for girls like you in these woods.” 

A man stands before you, with striking blue eyes and blond hair. A trimmed beard covers the lower half of his face and he would be attractive if he wasn’t so terrifying. 

He stands at least a full head taller then you, looking down at you with a smile on his face as if he knows something you don’t.

You swallow hard and take slow steps back, your heart in your throat as he follows you just as slowly.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here, anyway?” He asks, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. He seems so casual, so unbothered, and it makes goosebumps raise on your arms.

You glance past him, trying to judge just how far you are from the road, from safety. 

“My boyfriend and I were walking our dog. He got off leash.”

The man nods, eyes dropping to the puppy held in your arms. He makes a few soft kiss noises at Arlo then raises his piercing eyes back up to yours. 

“And your boyfriend made you come out here all alone?” He asks, glancing around as if looking for him.

You shake your head, “no, he’s out here too.”

He cocks his head to the side as if listening for another person, only to be met with the soft chirping of crickets.

The stranger grins and shakes his head, “weird, I only heard your voice. But if he’s out here too, I'll take you to him.”

You shake your head again and take a few more steps back, fear icing your veins when your back hits a tree. 

You’re stuck.

You’re stuck out in the middle of the forest with a man who screams danger. 

No one knows where you are and there’s no way you can overpower him. Outrunning him seems even less likely. 

“No, it’s okay. He’s super protective. Doesn’t like seeing me around other guys,” you try.

The man cocks his head to the side once more and shrugs. 

“I think I’ll take the chance. I’d hate it if something were to happen to you. You never know what’s lurking in these trees.”

You feel tears prickle at your eyes and you shake your head, a final desperate attempt at getting him to leave you alone. 

“Please. I-I have a family. Please leave me alone.”

A soft smile spreads across his face and he steps even closer, reaching out to touch your cheek only to have Arlo snap at his fingers. 

He chuckles and pets the dogs head gently, then brings his other hand up to wipe a tear off of your cheek.

“Don’t worry, honey. I'm gonna take care of you. I promise.”

He brings his finger from your cheek to his mouth, licking the tear off of it and grinning.

“Now,” he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him. “Are you gonna be a good girl and come easily, or are you gonna make me do this the hard way?”

You look up at him then spit in his face and dart under his arm, taking off running with Arlo held tightly in your grasp. 

You can hear him following after you, gaining quickly, and you can’t stop the tears from running down your face. 

You can see the break in the trees. 

You aren’t far. 

Just a few more steps...

And then he’s on you. 

He shoves your shoulders and you fall to the ground, crying out in pain as the sticks and rocks dig into your skin. 

Arlo, thankfully, manages to scurry out of the way before you hit the ground.

He growls up at the man, trying his best to protect you, but you know it's all for naught. You only hope he’ll manage to escape before the stranger does something to him as well. 

The man kneels down and rolls you onto your back, forcing you to look up at him again, terror burning through your pretty eyes. 

“I guess you’ve decided then, hmm?” He taunts, one hand wrapping around your throat and cutting off your air. 

You claw at him, nails digging in wherever they can find purchase and drawing blood. Red drips down his arm, splattering against your face as you thrash beneath him.

You struggle and Arlo barks, biting at the mans leg, but in the end it’s all for nothing.

The edges of your vision begin to cloud and slowly everything fades to black. 

~*~

You’ve been sitting in the dark for what feels like forever.

You’ve gone through every possible emotion you can feel, and now you’re sitting, basking in your dread. 

You have no idea what your kidnapper has planned for you, but if the other missing girls are anything to go off of, it can’t be good. 

He’s got you locked in some sort of basement, by the looks of things. Your wrists are bound behind your back and you woke up on a thin mattress on the ground. 

Your stomach does flips as you wonder if this was how the other girls woke up. 

There’s a tiny barred window near the ceiling in the corner, and a bathroom with a toilet that doesn’t flush and a sink that only drips a little bit of water no matter which way you turn the faucet. 

You have no idea how long you’ve been down here, how long you were unconscious for, or how long it will be before he comes back. 

That last part scares you the most. 

As it stands currently, you’d rather starve to death alone down here than have him ever come back and subject you to whatever cruel torture he surely has planned. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a door opening somewhere above you. 

Footsteps creak against the floorboards, and then another door is opening and a beam of light shines into the corner of the basement. 

Your heart speeds up in your chest as he comes down the stairs and you squirm backwards, trying to get as far away from him as possible. 

He walks toward you with something in his arms, his blue eyes watching you curiously as you tremble like a leaf before him.

“Please... please don’t hurt me,” you whimper, turning your face away from him. 

He frowns and takes a seat on the mattress, then sets down whatever it was he was holding. 

A soft bark grabs your attention and you whip your head around, your eyes widening when you see your puppy. 

“Arlo!” Fresh tears spring from your eyes and you yearn to reach out and grab your dog. The puppy rushes to you and climbs on your lap, licking your salty cheek and snuggling against your chest. 

“I’ll bring food down for the two of you soon.”

And with that, he takes his leave, leaving you alone with Arlo to wonder what he could possibly have planned for you. 

[brummiereader]

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Don't Fear The Reaper (Part Four/ Dark!Tommy)

Summary: In attempts to escape the continued teasing about your small mishap the previous day, and the unwarranted grand display of roses sent anonymously to you that morning, you find yourself down by the docks of Small Heath where you would attempt to escape not the playful banter from your colleagues but the heavy footsteps of a man following you, when an unexpected individual conveniently comes to your aid. Your boss, Tommy.

Warnings: Language, supernatural themes, visions, manipulation of time, angst, fluff, smut, stalking, controlling behaviour, dark romance, violence, manipulation, obsessiveness, dark!tommy (This is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Word Count: 3577

"Early bird catches the worm" Polly said winking to you as she blew out the matchstick she had just used to light one of the many candles now scattered throughout the room whilst you walked through the offices early the next morning, Intent on making up for your tardiness from the previous day.

" Something like that" you smiled back, taking off the many layers of attire you had dressed yourself in an attempt to keep the bitter frost that had descended on the city from numbing every finger and toe you wished to keep intact. That, and a keen display to every resident of Small Heath you was adamant knew of your little mishap yesterday morning that you wasn't a woman that goes flaunting her bare legs willy-nilly to any Tom, Dick and Harry.

"Ladies" Ada said, walking through with a giggling Ethel and Betsy following behind her. "Save me from them" She whispered to you, thankful for your presence and the diversion you gave from Ethel's ever expanding list of profanities.

" Getting brutal out there already" Ethel commented, rubbing her hands together as everyone turned to face her, pleasantly surprised by the lack of artistic flare in her choice of words. " So cold it would make any fuckers bollocks shrink back up" she said, running over to the burning candle Polly had lit as she hovered her trembling hands over the warm orange flame. Never mind. "What?" Ethel asked, oblivious to everything but the four pairs of eyes now staring back at her.

" Two minutes..." Polly said pointing at Ethel who was now rolling her eyes at the Shelby matriarch and everyone else that was giving her disapproving shakes of their heads. "... I counted" Polly finished, placing a large washed out jar of Robertson's apricot jam on her desk with a thud. " Profanity pot. Has your name written on it, right there. Eth-el" Polly smiled, turning it to show her as Ethel opened her mouth to say something undoubtedly crude before she realised pay day was two weeks away and she'd never make it that far.

"I will be taking a vow of silence from this day forth" Ethel commented with her head held high, slowly pushing the glass jar out of sight behind a flower pot on her desk as Polly arched her brow." In thanks to the almighty, as the brides of Christ do" she said turning the document gracefully in front of her, a small dramatic sigh of reflection leaving her lips at her sudden founded faith, the same devotion that had seen her never step another foot in church since the day she got dunked by the priest on her baptism almost twenty five years ago.

" Bloody hell" Polly said, crossing her arms as Ethel cleared her throat, nodding to the pot that Polly was now wading through her pockets to find a shilling for.

"Oi oi!" John said as he strolled through the offices making a swift beeline for your desk, deliberately sitting on the pile of folders you intended on filing. " No show for us this morning Y/N?" he teased as you pulled the papers from under his rather plump bum. "Ay up" he winked, turning the tooth pick in his mouth as you rolled your eyes exceptionally high in response to his playful remarks.

"Alright darling?" Arthur commented, wrapping his arm around John's shoulders whilst he straightened his moustache out, a small smirk settling on the corner of his lips as you waited for him and everyone else to continue their badgering of you.

"Y/N" Michael sauntered over, cap in hand with a grin on his face like some over-zealous school boy. Oh, for fuck sake. Were they all waiting for you to go into a song and dance and finish off where things had ended the previous day? Diamond encrusted nipple pasties and feathers included?

"Delivery for Miss Y/L/N" came a small voice from behind the three gormless muppets in front of you.

" Yes, here" you said, parting Arthur and John to see a young boy standing with a bouquet of a dozen red roses in his hand, his eyes barely visible above the large arrangement of fresh flowers.

" Are you the girl that..." The young shop boy started to say before John put his hand over his mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence as your eyes narrowed in on the likely culprit behind all the stares you had received that morning on your way to work.

" John boy 'ere's got a big mouth, ain't that right John?" Arthur sniffed, patting his brother's shoulder as he turned to face him.

" That's not all I've got that's big love" the third in line to the Shelby throne said winking to you, a cheeky smile dimpling his rounded cheeks.

" Give over! I've seen your todger" Arthur laughed as an intense argument between them both as to the specifics of when, and if that event had even occurred ensued. Arthurs detailed description of John's preference to being stark naked from an early age solidifying the date said unfortunate event took place, resulting in the third-youngest brother to swear on each of his siblings lives that he was now, sizeably endowed.

"Thank you" you said with a sigh of relief at the welcome end to their bickering as you reached over the desk to take the bouquet from the poor boy whose mouth was still muffled by John's forgetful hand when your eyes shot up to see Tommy leaning against the doorway, a cigarette hanging loosely from the corner of his lips. Shit." No card?" You looked nervously at the boy who simply shook his head in response as Tommy's piercing stare heated your cheeks to an unfortunate shade of red. This was the last thing you needed, an unwarranted gesture sabotaging the understanding you had both come to the previous day in his office.

" Well that's not bloody fair!" Betsy huffed as Ethel bit her bottom lip in an attempt to desperately hold back her own thoughts on the extravagant gift and the vow of silence she was already close to breaking.

" Bit creepy, don't you think? No message, no idea who it's from" you said to the room whilst you abruptly stood up, smoothing down your dress before swiftly turning on your heel and marching over to the bin next to Tommy to discard of the large arrangement of flowers, intent on showing your boss exactly where you stood on the matter.

" Looks like you have a secret admirer love" Tommy smirked as he subtly tilted his head to get a better look at you as you bent down to pick up the scattered petals that had fallen at his feet in your dramatic display of loyalty. " Wonder who?" Tommy quietly mused to you looking over your shoulder, subtly jerking his head up to Michael's direction before strolling off to his office, hands casually placed in his trouser pockets as he winked to the young delivery boy. Michael. You thought to yourself, not missing the small gesture Tommy had sent his way as your head snapped to the man whose name kept coming up, the whole exchange also not going missed by Polly's watchful eye, who's feet found her charging over to Tommy's office to confront him about the little game she knew he was playing, and the flowers that were undoubtedly sent by him.

"Wait, hang on...wait. Who sent them? Fuck..." You said with your hand out to halt the delivery boy as he ran out the door. Your flustered state not quick enough to stop his speedy steps and avoidance of questions as the hustle of the office resumed and you stood there nervously watching the Shelby cousin in the corner of your eye. Was it Michael who sent you those flowers? Michael, who was watching you that night?

"Lucky posy for you me love?" an older lady dressed in ragged clothing asked with a small bouquet of heather bound with twine held out for you to take as you were about to turn the corner onto the docks. Some fresh air from the confines of the office had been your pathetic excuse to not join the others at the Garrison for drinks that afternoon, ultimately leading you to the very spot you were standing in that might as well have been the dodgiest back alley of downtown London after all of its unusual residents you had encountered on your little afternoon detour. In reality, you not only wanted peace from the worries that had begun to weigh heavy on your mind for the third time that week, but also from the constant bombardment of attention Michael had been giving you all that morning.

" No, thank you" you quietly replied as you walked under the bridge, clutching your coat around you from the drop in temperature a gust of wind tunneling through the overpass sent your way.

" Bad luck not to..." she pouted, her comment making you come to a sudden stop. Fuck. With a broken mirror, and a black cat adamant on popping up out of nowhere on a regular basis, you were in need of some good fortune.

" Ta love " she said, polishing the penny you had given her on the sleeve of her woolen coat before quickly pocketing it as her eyes scanned the darkened tunnel suspiciously for any chancers that wished to steal what was now rightfully hers." Good things be heading your way me love, I can feel it!" she called out as she waved you off. Good things. She had best be bloody right, you thought to yourself as you looked down at the small lilac bundle of flowers in your hand, a heavy feeling of unease settling in your stomach as your eyes darted up to the empty path with a row of narrowboats lined up against the embankment. Ten-minute walk max. That's all it would take for you to get to the end and back into the welcome bustle of Small Heath's main street. Why on God's green earth did you pick this bleeding path? You thought to yourself as you started walking dangerously close to the edge when you suddenly heard the distinguishable sound of someone's heavy footsteps behind you.

" Shit" you mumbled under your breath closing your eyes, every part of you wishing you had accepted your colleagues' offer to join them in the Garrison before you slowly turned your head, squinting through the settled fog to see a man in the distance walking your way. " Shit, shit shit!" you cursed yourself as your unhurried steps turned into a brisk, panicked pace.

" Hey!" He shouted, his low voice barely audible through the thick smog as he started to jog after you, you in turn frantically matching his speed as your eyes darted between a passage way mere feet away on your right, and the barge beside you to your left. Ever attentive to your surroundings, or more specifically, anything above eye level, your careless proximity to the water's edge had you tumbling over an iron pilling just as a hand reached out and grabbed hold of your arm before you fell into the icy water and, ultimately, to your death.

" Woah...careful there sweetheart. A bit cold for a swim, eh?"

" Tommy..." You cried, falling into his arms, hiding your head in his coat as your grip tightened at the sight of the man who had been chasing after you distance closed in. Unbeknownst to you, as you buried your head in your savior's chest, the very man you had feared had already come to a stop at the gulley, placing what could have only been your scarf that dreadful gust of wind blew off you as you entered the bridge only five minutes ago on a bricked wall before heading off, something you had yet to realise in your jittery state.

"Y/N? What's going on, eh?" Tommy said, holding you in front of him, the coolness from the leather of his gloved hand gently brushing a lone tear from your cheek." Hey...shhh, come on now" he hushed your sobs away, bringing you back into his strong arms as your cries overtook your mumbling attempts to explain what had you so frightened, the feeling of your body pressed firmly against his own sending a ripple of pleasure under his skin.

" I... I thought he was... Ethel and Betsy, they told me about this man..."

"Ethel and Betsy, eh?" Tommy cut you off with a chuckle as he held you firmly by your arms. " If they told me the sky was blue on a clear summer's day, I wouldn't believe them. Two of the biggest gossipers in the whole of Birmingham, no doubt told you a bunch of fibs, hm?" He said, his own little white lie leaving his lips so naturally, so calculated as you nodded your head in response looking down at the small bouquet in your hand. " Lucky Heather..." Tommy said with a playful smile as his fingers softly brushed over your hand, taking the good luck charm from you. " Not Superstitious are you Y/N?" Tommy questioned cocking a brow, twirling the stems of the flowers between his fingers before handing them back to you.

" Lately...yes" you exhaled as Tommy rested his hand on your lower back, gently gesturing you to walk with him.

" Lately eh?" Tommy said looking down at you as you met his playful stare with a smile. "Seems we've made quite the impression on you here in Small Heath Miss Y/L/N if you're stocking up on lucky posy's already hm?" He chuckled fishing in his pockets for a cigarette. His preferred Sweet Afton's, conveniently no longer his tobacco of choice.

" It's me, I'm just...getting used to it here" you said, reassuring yourself as you pushed your nagging worries away for the umpteenth time that day. " I thought you'd be at the Garrison?" You said changing the subject as you and Tommy came to a stop at the end of the path. Always so curious. Tommy thought to himself, a subtle laugh caught in his throat leaving his lips as he brushed his hand down his mouth.

" I like to come down here, to catch some quiet. Have a boat down here I check up on. "The January" he said coming to a stop, the exhale of smoke from his tobacco following the curves of your body as Tommy looked you over, measuring what it was you were really asking whilst your lips curved into a smile as you looked up at him through your dark lashes. Did you look at every man that way, or was your bashful innocence only his to enjoy? Tommy thought to himself, when his next words suddenly caught his calculated demeanor off guard. " There are plenty of quieter places in Birmingham, could take you there if you'd like. This evening?" He said waiting for your response, his fingers subtly pressing into your back at your unexpected lapse in reaction. Rejection was something Tommy had yet to experience, and in his hearts attempt to do something his mind would never contemplate, he was about to get a lesson in the very thing his dashing charm had evaded him from ever encountering.

" Oh...Perhaps, perhaps another time Tommy" you said, taken aback by his unexpected offer. He was your boss, and as much as he was both devilishly handsome and dazzlingly alluring, you had promised him to keep things professional, assuming that meant being with him too. You thought to yourself sending him a small smile before slowly walking ahead, your arms crossed in front of you as you mentally scolded yourself for refusing his offer. He had been nothing but gentlemanly to you. Had he not?

It had been an hour since you and Tommy had arrived at the Garrison to join the others for the drinks you had originally turned down, and an hour since your close encounter with what you believed to be the man that had been both watching, and following you since your arrival in Small Heath.

"Whisky or Gin?" Ada asked taking your glass as you nodded your head to the bottle of London Dry on the table that Tommy was sat across from, watching you, deciphering your every movement as a cloud of tobacco smoke from his lips briefly haltered the piercing stare he had been giving you since you both arrived. You hadn't lied to him, had you? Keeping a secret boyfriend he didn't know about? Now that would be naughty. Tommy thought to himself as he stubbed out his cigarette, determined to find out why you refused his offer down at the docks, his bitter jealously at the thought of any man being with you accept him making his usually stoic demeanor unnervingly menacing.

" Where have you been? Michael?" Polly asked as her son entered the snug, the bottom of his beige coat damp from the dewy mud-ridden cobblestones Small Heath seemed to permanently possess.

"Leave it mum" Michael responded sharply as he quickly poured himself a whisky, looking at you above the glass. What did have him so late? You thought to yourself as you looked down at the cuffs of his muddied trousers, splattered with soil like your own stockings from your frightening impromptu run along the embankment.

"That'll be my fault, Aunt Pol" Tommy said lighting another cigarette, tossing the box of matches on the chair next to him his cousin was about to sit on, the tension between the two family members heightening with each passing second." Sent Michael here on a little errand for me. Went for a run as well, I see..." Tommy said raising his brow as he looked down at his cousin's grubby dress shoes." Does anybody smell, shit?...Michael?" Tommy lent forward his nose turning up in his cousin's direction as he furrowed his brow in disgust before falling back into his chair taking a drag of cigarette as an amused laugh left his lips, Arthur and John quickly following suit at the blatant dig to the unwelcome newest member to the family.

" Fuck off Tommy. Get a delivery boy next time" Michael huffed, pushing through the crowded space with an irritated pout on his face as he made his way to the empty seat next to you.

"Alright, enough you two" Polly reprimanded them both, undoubtedly trying to diffuse the animosity they felt for one another and the sinister threats Tommy had made the previous day she knew he was capable of executing.

" You alright Y/N?" Michael said, turning to face you as you found yourself putting as much space as possible between you both, now practically sitting in Adas' lap. Why wouldn't he leave you alone? You thought to yourself, feeling increasingly uneasy with his continued attention aimed solely at you at any given moment he could steal. " I was wondering, maybe you and I could, could go out somewhere this weekend?" He said quietly, but not quiet enough as the snugs chatter suddenly diffused at the perfect moment, and everyone's heads snapped to the both of you, their ears pricking up at Michaels' offer.

" Think we've found your secret admirer Y/N" Betsy hiccuped with a giggle, her third glass of gin dulling her usually sensible attitude.

"Give it a rest Betsy" Michael said slouching back into his seat as your nervous fumbling with the hem of your dress caught Ada's attention, her hand coming to rest over your jittery fingers in reassurance.

"Whatever's the matter?" She said quietly turning to face you before sending Tommy a look of concern as the chatter of the room resumed and Michael was left there waiting for your response.

" I'm fine, honest. Too much gin" you said as Ada's brow furrowed, suspicious of her cousin's overly eager display and the clear discomfort it was causing you as you looked up to Tommy who was also waiting on your response to his cousin.

" How about it then?" Michael said, putting his arm around the back of your chair as Tommy's eyes narrowed in, his jaw tightening. Touch her, I dare you. Tommy seethed to himself, Michael's next move sealing his fate if he was willing to take the risk.

" Go on Y/N, go 'av some fun. Even if it is with bloody Michael" Arthur said belching into his drink giggling, so drunk he was seconds away from falling face down onto the hard wooden table as Polly sent her eldest nephew a formidable stare. "Sorry Polly, but..." he said gesturing his hands out laughing as he looked to Tommy who was unable to hold back his own laugh and the scoff hidden within it.

" Ok. I guess..." you said reluctantly, feeling forced to give into his request as Michael's satisfied smirk widened in accomplishment as he looked over to Tommy. Michael's juvenile attempts to get under his cousin's skin going completely ignored by the notorious gangster, whose glare and anger was now aimed directly at you, unforgivably, straight at...you. Tommy's amused smile that graced his face mere minutes ago had fallen into a stare even the Grim Reaper himself would recoil from, his eyes darkening with each burn of the ash forming at the end of his cigarette loosely resting between his fingers as his face kept still and indecipherable from the enragement bubbling furiously like the pits of hell under his skin.

Oh sweetheart, now why did you go and do that?

Next part coming soon!

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[hannahstanwald]

the *superior* jonas brothers

[navybrat817]

There's Something in the Water AU Teaser

Welcome to South Bunker! A gem of a town so well hidden it doesn't even appear on your GPS.

Stop at the diner for a bite to eat. Food so good you'll immediately want a nap before you even finish your plate.

Enjoying your cabin? That's what we love to hear, but you may want to keep your curtains closed. Some of the neighbors are a bit nosy.

Car trouble? That happens a lot around here, but don't worry. We have the best mechanic around.

Venture into the woods for a hike, but don't stray from the path and be wary of the hunters. They can get a little trigger happy.

It's truly picturesque when the sun goes down. It almost distracts you from the screams.

Oh, you're leaving?

No, you're not.

Welcome home.

[sombredancer]

Dark (2017-2020, Netflix)

Just rewatched Dark and I`m in love and in pain, pain, PAIN...

Beware of being heavily spoiled ahead.

The first painful question: would you save your father from sufferings, if it would mean for you to be erased from existence for good? (From this question on started my love for this show).

The second question: is it really wrong, to love someone you shouldn`t love? Will it cause the end of the world?

The desperate abduction. Oh, it was so beautiful!

The third question: will you really be happy with the truth about a time loop that you helped to build with your own hands, when you are able to see the whole picture?

At the end I felt sorry even for him. The fourth question: how does it feel, to try so hard to change your doom and save your loved ones, only to find out that you are the source of their most unbearable pain?

"You are a too good man. Always was. This world didn't deserve you." It's a story about an infinite pain of each and every character: Katharina, Ulrich, Claudia and H.G. Tannhaus, who loved their relatives too much; Hannah, who loved herself too much; Jonas, Mikkel, Martha, Hanno, Charlotte, Elisabeth, Peter, Egon and Helge, who fell victims of the time-travel paradox. It's funny that an insane love for a child launched this glitch in a matrix and another insane love for a child put it all to the end. A circle closed. Poetic.

The fifth question: would you fix the error in a matrix by self-sacrifice, if it would delete you and half of your nearest and dearest from existence but ends the never-ending circle of pain for others?

"We match perfectly. Never believe in anything else."

"The light glitched, there was a loud crack and then everything went dark. And somehow the world came to an end. There was dark and the light never came again. I had such a peculiar feeling like it was for the best. Like it was finally over. Like one was finally free from everything. Nothing to wish. Nothing to be obliged to do. An eternal dark. No yesterday. No now. No tomorrow. Nothing."

Finally, I should say that I'm very grateful to Germans for this series. I watched it in original in order to train my German AND because it was a very-very interesting show. Even when I watched it for the second time. One time is surely not enough for understanding of the plot, trust me.

[kookiesnerotica]

Harley Quinn And Joker Syndrome

A Sub-Masterlist.

She was the ideal: Good looks, captin of the cheerleading team, school president, smart kid, peachy perfect 'girl next door'. He was him; Kook king, rebel, lived life on the fast lane. Fast foward, the love consumes you, he is your every thought, you become devoted to him, you dedicate your entire life to him, you sacrifice everything just to be with him. You'd do anything for him; You'd live for him. But the question remains, does he feel the same, would he do the same for you?

W A R N I N G S : Smut, dark smut, non con, dub con, underage drinking and drug use, lost of self, themes of mental ilness, toxic relationships, toxic behaviors, toxic love.

C H A P T E R S ;

Chapter 1 - Its all in the chemistry.

Chapter 2 - Coming soon

[herbluefire]

category is characters with yellow raincoat

[victoriaswillow]

Japanese Tales of the Macrabre - Junji Ito Maniac (2023)

[zaraz7-art]

Six Characters Challenge (2021)

[theyareweird]

Agere Hazbin Hotel: Alastor —Aesthetic

Alastor as a Baby

Alastor probably grew up carrying around a portable radio. He would listen to broadcasts all the time while pretending to cook. When he wasn't doing that, Alastor was enjoying his mother's home cooking or likely ripping the heads off his stuffed deer plushies. Regardless, he was certainly a mama's boy who didn't mind being called, "Dear."

[the-girl-who-sold-the-wxrld]

my issue with tv shows now is that my favourite one is Dark so every other show just seems too simple and easy for me. no boy who time travels without wanting it one night while he's hanging out with his friends and ends up 33 years in the past and becomes his friend's dad who killed himself because his son time traveled to try to prevent him from killing himself hoping to save his dad and to break the loop which made his dad realize that he had to kill himself for time to follow its path this son being in love with the sister of his dad because he doesn't know this boy will become his dad and no girl being her own grandmother and so her own granddaughter because she fucked her grandfather and gave birth to her own mother? lame.

[michelleleewise]

Worthy Masterlist-

Pairing: Dark! Thor x female reader

Warnings: manipulation, power imbalance, coercion, drugging, abduction, stalking, mentions of past trauma, forced imprisonment, swearing, mild violence, dubcon/subcon elements, unwanted touching, each chapter will have its own warnings. Please read them before proceeding.

Summary: After your recent breakup your self esteem is at an all time low, so you take your friends advice and seek professional help, not knowing what may lie ahead....

A/N- mood board made by the lovely and talented @mochie85!!! Thank you so much!!! This is my first venture into dark stories, let's see what happens.

Again, this is a dark fic and 18+. Do not proceed if any of the warnings are upsetting.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

[mytholegy]

Dark season 2 behind the scenes

[busylazy]

We are bugs. 😂

But seriously, The Three Body Problem is one of the best sci-fi series I've ever seen (although nothing beats Dark for me).

No wonder why I enjoyed The Wandering Earth (2019).

Both productions are based on the work of author Liu Cixin.