#dark serie

[p3sephone]

Living nightmare. (Dark! Steve Rogers)

Summary: You were a normal person, with a great job opportunity at Stark Tower. Suddenly everything changed.

Warnings: implied violence, explicit violence (few references), panic attack, implied non-con, kidnapping, misoginy and trapping. English isn’t my first language, so please be kind. <3 

If you are not comfortable with these issues, please do not read and block my account.

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You looked at the house from the hill you were standing on. You thought you were safe, you thought you finally succeeded. You opened your eyes wide, remaining motionless while fatigue tried to take your body, to make you give your legs and finally take the rest you were looking for.

You didn't remember how long it had been, maybe a few months or a few years. You were pretty sure no one had been looking for you since then, when everything changed. 

You weren't anything special, you were just a self-employed worker trying to move forward. You had an unthinkable opportunity, alongside the Avengers: again, it was paperwork.

Endless paperwork, but still such. There were no dangers, you didn't have to take action, you just had to do your job and you did it very well. Until you were offered coffee, day after day, and then you told yourself it was lucky. Why not create a bond with a person, even just a poor coffee? You, a lonely person without friends, why couldn't you for once?

You always pulled back, and in hindsight you realized you did well. When Steve Rogers first asked you what you wanted as a drink, you didn't believe it. 

Then since then the kindnesses increased, and maybe you were really naive as your parents said all those years before you only heard them on the phone and sometimes, but you really thought it was okay.

You thought it was okay when he occasionally brought you flowers or your favorite drink in the morning, or when suddenly he started to drive you home for your grueling work. The train was dangerous, right? And maybe it was, but not as much as he was.

After a few months of acquaintance in which you were trying to keep your distance and at the same time enjoy the first real company you have ever had in years, he changed direction. This is where your nightmare begins. 

There were months in which he tried to model you, as if you were someone else: clothes, make-up, ways of doing. It wasn't you, it was someone else.

There was only one rebellion, and to this day you don't remember much of what happened. You had almost everything removed, perhaps because it all went into a sudden black out after too long having his hands on your neck. 

He was suffocating, in his ways, in his speech, everything about him was suffocating. But you believed that Steve Rogers was a soldier by exception, one you would never be able to escape from.

You tried for a while, you tried to make that your new life, you could try to see that there was real affection in his attentions. But he still didn't seem like that, no. No matter how hard you tried not to grimace while demanding the attention of him most loved by him, you couldn't stay in that house much longer or you knew you were going to die long before your time.

So when there was a little, mere distraction, you ran away. It was a window, he thought he had closed it but in reality the mechanism had not worked. You noticed that, he didn't, there was an emergency in the city. And so you let him go, playing the best of scenes in all that time.

You waited 10 minutes, exactly 10 minutes and five seconds. Then you started running away. You knew he had chosen a specially isolated place, where there was no one for literally miles, or so he had led you to believe. 

Actually, when you were yelling, nobody could hear you, so it probably wasn't one of his sweet, cheesy lies.

You kept running until you reached a slope. From there, you stopped. You took a few quick breaths, you felt your lungs empty and immediately get back into the air, almost in a panic. You watched the house still taking frantic breaths as you tried to support yourself on your feet. Just seeing it did the bile threaten to rise in the throat.

You repressed a hiccup, frantically looking around. You had every right to cry and despair, but you didn't have the time. 

And maybe you would have had more hope if the man you were running from wasn't him, but he was. Without looking back you started walking again, hiding in the bushes that were starting to appear. You could have done it, you had to somehow.

Steve Rogers was dangerous and after it all turned out he would be punished, right? No, maybe you were all wrong, maybe they knew. With a shaking breath you tried to banish those thoughts: they were avengers, they couldn't know what he had done and let him do it anyway. Right?

The chills started running down your back at the very thought and your shaky breath was the only thing you could hear besides the grass and leaves you stepped on. Then you heard something else. 

You stopped in your footsteps with eyes wide open, slowly trying to turn around for a complete view.

No, it was empty, there was no one. But you would no longer ignore your instincts, not again. Yet you knew you were right, there was an emergency in the city, you heard the conversation on the phone. 

No, you weren't crazy, you heard.

But those noises soon returned. It was the sound of someone walking, steady and distinct footsteps. You squinted, then looked at a fallen tree. Given the place you were in, it was perfect. You just had to hide, just a few minutes.

If it really was Steve, there was no point in running, he would have caught you and you knew it. What other choice did you have?

With slow steps and paying attention to where you walked, you managed to coordinate perfectly until you reach that tree and hide. It was not a perfect hiding place and you were dying at the idea of ​​returning to that hell: you would never get out of it again, if not dead.

"I promise you, if you go out now I won't hurt you."

It was an emergency in the city. Yes, you knew, you had heard everything. It had been a few minutes, right? He couldn't be back.

"I behaved well, right? So I should deserve a good girl, the one I thought I met behind a miserable desk, wasting her time on hideous clothes and with a miserable face all time, right?"

His voice seemed to approach and then move away, and again. It was a loop of pure terror, and deep in your mind you knew it was doing it on purpose. It was already clear that you had to go back there, but you didn't know how. And you would also have come out of your hiding place, you would have done it but you were so dying of terror.

Your every muscle was completely stiff, even your breathing had stopped and only tears were running silently from your eyes. But don't breathe.

"I took you to a safe place, I keep you safe, I even give you attention you would dream of from friends you don't even have."

This hurt.

"What more would you want? I don't think it matters anyway, because it matters what I want. I wanted you, I had you, exactly in the clothes I wanted and with the behavior I wanted you to have, that of a woman in her place. I suppose my lessons weren't enough, they weren't enough... brutal. "

You let out a scream the moment you felt your hair at the root being almost torn out. Your whole body was dragged out of that miserable hiding place, it was little, but still safe from him. It only took you one look to recognize the Steve Rogers you saw that time, when he nearly strangled you.

You don't remember what happened next but the marks on your body could give you a clue. He told you then that he was even kind, despite your behavior, but now that look tells you he won't be kind. It won't be anymore.

You started filming the play, every excuse, every trick that could work. The mask had fallen for good, and you with it. He pulled you back to him and trapped you in his arms. You felt literally suffocating both from his exaggeratedly large body and from the panic that continued to assail you.

You couldn't speak anymore. You literally felt like you were going to die, you were looking for someone or something to think about and you had nothing in mind, because you really didn't have anything.

"P-plea-se.." was the only thing you managed to say with that bit of breath you had left, before dropping the mask. It was over, you couldn't fight him and insult him. No, you didn't have the strength for that. He noticed, he just did you the favor to stop holding you so hard, but he kept looking at you.

"From now on things will change, you'll see. I guarantee you, you won't be able to treat me like that anymore."

#dark marvel #dark steve rogers #dark fiction #dark serie #dark!steve rogers #yandere steve rogers #dark steve rogers x reader #dark steve x reader

[omundosecretosposts]

Acho que somos um par perfeito, nunca duvide disso

-Dark

#dark serie #Netflix

[septemberkisses]

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

#was rereading the hunger games series when this thought hit me like a truck #it beautiful #its haunting #its heartbreaking #its melancholic #quotes #dark academia #books and reading #books & libraries #books #young adult #ya books #young adult books #movies #coming of age #the hunger games #the divergent series #the maze runner #the fault in our stars #musings #midnight musings #thoughts #mine

[akanemnon]

Sorry, Noelle... They're a little slow on the uptake.

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

#deltarune #undertale #crossover #crossover comic #utdr #deltarune fanart #undertale fanart #twin runes #twin runes comic #my art #kris dreemurr #frisk #deltarune susie #noelle holiday #aside from getting a glimpse into what kris does on a regular basis #now we know that both their parents are prrrrooooobably stuck in that dark world #something tells me toriel might get suspicious #if anyone gets the schedule reference I'll be hella proud #the bitten phone case makes a triumphant return #come on... it was too good not to keep even if the school project mini series isn't canon

[the-overanalyst]

unmatched ship dynamic: "i've done terrible things in the past" x "all i care about is who you are in the present"

#ship #ship dynamics #romance tropes #redemption arc #books #booklr #tv series #tv shows #dark academia #the good place #eleanor shellstrop #chidi anagonye #cheleanor #saiki k #tdlosk #shun kaidou #aren kuboyasu #kubokai #music #hozier #work song #like real people do #didn't expect this post to blow up overnight #5k #10k

[catilinas]

The wind blows their ghosts to the ground

line (loosely a translation of iliad 6.146-9) from memorial by alice oswald, embroidered onto a ginkgo leaf i found on the ground

#desk lamp lighting because it is dark and i Would take a photo tomorrow but i am Sure it will shrivel overnight #and it's in red for iliad book 3 reasons :-) #oh embroidery as somewhere in between the ideas of historical memory as presence and historical memory as a series of puncture wounds #we're really in it now!!!!!! #like leaves who could write a history of leaves #trees instead of gravestones #embroidery #alice oswald #iliad #beeps

[martianbugsbunny]

Look at him flying a ship across the water:

My mans would've loved riding a JetSki

#loki #thor the dark world #loki show #loki series #mobius #lokius #jetski #it is simply a CRIME he never got to ride a jetski with his husband #he would've had such a funky good time #martianbugsbunny ships

[iphigeniacomplex]

it’s very easy to tell the good satires and pastiches from the bad ones because the bad ones are too afraid to live within the form. like if you are doing work with fairy tales and you are refusing to look closer at the underlying logic and unspoken rules of what can seem at first to be a senseless form, you are not going to create meaningful work. to borrow a turn of phrase originally used by maria tatar, if you refuse to enter “the house of fairy tale” as anything more than a gawking tourist, you will miss the particular order to the way the table is set, the rooms that are locked vs the rooms that are simply difficult to enter, the set of the floorboards and the position of the furniture. whatever you build will then be a gilded imitation of how you believe the house of fairy tale ought to look, the table set according to your educated specifications and every door open. there can be no interrogation of themes from a writer who views the form as beneath them!

#it speaks! #sondheim understood this with into the woods; the deconstruction of narrative itself is able to happen because we are able to believe in -> #<- the fairy tale logic he employs prior to this. #its a kids book but adam gidwitz understood this with a tale dark and grimm!! #cant speak for the rest of the series but that first book uses the absurdity of fairy tale logic to speak about the absurdity of -> #<- adulthood and the pedagogy present in many fairy tales to discuss the ways parents hurt their children. #rule of threes is important but theres so much on my list ive yet to read; always welcome recommendations. #fairy tales #into the woods #<- this comes from musings on how successfully i feel that musical functions so it gets the tag

[perlelune]

no body, no crime | Coriolanus Snow | Masterlist

Your childhood friend returns from his exile in district 12, but he's not the sweet, quiet boy you once knew anymore.

Warnings: NON-CON, Plinth!Reader, Gaslighting, Drugging, Murder, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Loss of Virginity, Somnophilia

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Drabble #1

#dark!coriolanus snow x reader #dark!coriolanus snow #tbosbas fanfiction #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #dark!fic #series masterlist #tbosas #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #divider credit: @saradika

[hashtagloveloses]

the equivalent exchange of your favorite childhood book series (his dark materials and percy jackson) getting the adaptations they finally deserve but the price is that one character must be played by lin-manuel miranda

#original post #percy jackson #pjo #his dark materials #hdm #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson series

[p3sephone]

Tomorrow I will start posting the first chapter of a serie of one of the Marvel universe (yeah, surpriiise). I’m also working on some requests, but if you got something more to ask do not hesitate. <3 

Have ya’ll a nice day/night. <3

#dark marvel #dark avengers #dark steve rogers #dark bucky barnes #dark wanda maximoff #dark wanda #dark fiction #dark!steve rogers #dark serie #dark wanda maximoff x reader #dark bucky x reader #dark winter soldier #dark natasha romanoff #dark bruce banner #dark tony stark #dark loki #dark thor #dark sam wilson

[omundosecretosposts]

Impressionada ainda com a explosão na minha cabeça assistindo essa série, perfeita

#dark serie #netflix

[ellipsea]

hearing "ley line" like a sleeper agent activation phrase and having to shut the hell up when someone starts explaining how they work in any other media. nodding all uh huh yeah okay that's cool. but are there creatures made of ley line energy though. do sentient forests sit on them. do the forests yearn. do they dream.

#apparently the dark tower series also has them? #they do sound tight as hell but. do they wind through the appalachian mountains. #trc

[v-3-rdure]

personaposting

#persona 3 #persona series #persona 3 reload #art #digital art #fanart #procreate #anime #persona fanart #makoto yuki #minato arisato #persona 3 protagonist #dark hour

[hauntedinsomnia]

#batman animated series aesthetic #80s #80s aesthetic #art deco #batman #batman series #retrolook #retroart #retro #futurism #Retrofuturism #dark deco #gotham #gotham core #film noir #robert hoppe #1980s #casino #metropolis #Batman animated series #Batman the animated series

[thefiresofpompeii]

missy doesn’t understand that she’s in the wrong genre. she believes she’s in a darkly alluring gothic romance instead of an optimistic sci-fi show. in her genre, gifting your estranged ex/enemy/lover/best friend/twin flame an indestructible undead army to prove to him that your will to power is identical is the most romantic gesture imaginable. it’s victory via surrender, it’s control through abdication. all her scheming to “corrupt” him, to demonstrate that they’re the same deep down, that his sanctimonious morality is nothing but a method of keeping his own conscience clean, that’s the hannibal gene, the lestat gene (*obviously the dynamics aren’t 1-to-1 similar, but… close enough) and missy’s tragedy in death in heaven is in that, within the narrative format she’s trapped in, she can never succeed

#dw #jamie catches up #death in heaven #missy #twissy #the narrative #thoschei #twelfth doctor #twelve #doctor who meta #dark water #doctor who series 8 #the master