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angelofthenight · 4 months

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The Monster You Created Pt.12

(Sam Fortner x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere!Sam, Dark themes, Swearing, Kidnapping situation, Unreciprocated love, YN has a fear that Sam will assault her, YN talks about her emotionally abusive dad, YN was awful to her mom, Toxic exes, Toxic bf, Fear of stockholm syndrome, Self blame, Memory of dad leaving

Word Count: 4.4k

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( POOKIES SO SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE TWO YRS BUT THINGS WILL SOON PICK UP IN THE BOOK IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OR TWO )

You stirred awake in the warm cocoon of the blankets, rubbing your face into the pillow. The fresh November coldness hovered against the walls which did nothing but make you lazier while wrapped in cotton. But the heavy weight of the realization of waking up was enough motivation to push yourself up. You wanted to stay awake longer last night to keep listening to Sam and Alan’s conversation but you couldn’t fight off sleep for very much longer. You tried to pinpoint what was the last few things you heard before drifting off but your memories of real life and your memories of your dreams were blending together, making it unclear.

You lifted yourself up enough so that your back was pressed against the wall, rubbing your eyes to rid your fuzzy vision as you tried to focus on Alan who sat cross legged on a mattress in the far left corner. You focused on the chain still trapping his ankle but his seemed to be even shorter than yours, not close to being long enough to open the sliding door.

You shifted your attention to the center table that held a plate of the dinner you didn’t touch last night that Sam said was going to be your lunch. Have you really been asleep till lunchtime? It wouldn’t surprise you though. Your sleeping schedule has been very sloppy and inconsistent lately. The colder the weather got, the more you layered on blankets. And the comfier you were the heavier and deeper you slept. You hated that. You wanted to know exactly when Sam would momentarily leave his room during the night, still vigilant over the reminding thought that he has watched you sleep before.

But you would feel safer if Alan stayed in the same room as you, just in case Sam tried anything and Alan would be there to verbally protect you. …Unless he was just like Sam’s mom and believed everything would be easier if they just let Sam do whatever he wanted with you; believing everyone would be safe if you just surrendered yourself over to his love.

But you knew that was not true. At first, you felt selfish for refusing to give yourself to him, knowingly endangering lives. But you knew that kind of thinking Sam has. Being guilted into a relationship does not fix the man.

You’ve never been in that kind of relationship, but one your friends from highschool has. A boy in her class had a huge crush on her and made it everyone’s problem. He would follow her around the school despite her protests and would mouth off anyone who tried to defend her. He was a short, little nightmare. That same boys’ friends privately begged talked to your friend and told her he would stop being crazy and be normal if she just dated him. She was guilted into dating him. And he did not change. He acted the same exact way except this time he got way worse and even tried to gain control over her whole life, both social and personal and trying to rearrange exactly who she could hang out with.

Thank god your friend reached her breaking point and cursed him out in a humiliating way in the hallways in front of everyone. The boy was so mortified and humiliated that he avoided her the rest of highschool. You wished you could do that. You knew exactly what you wanted to say to Sam, what insults and names you’d call him. But that wouldn’t embarrass him, it would infuriate him.

Your mind returned to you from the memory as your eyes refocused on an eyes-closed Alan still cross legged on the mattress. “What are you doing?” You spoke up softly, a slight scratch to your tired voice.

Alan took an inhale, not yet opening his eyes. “Meditating.”

You scooted upwards to create a more comfortable sitting position on the bed. “Why?” You asked neutrally and a look of downcast. Alan spoke slowly and softly. “My wife would always tell me that it helped clear the mind and reset your state of stress levels.”

You watched him for a bit, observing his form and breathing pattern. You wondered if it helped. You were never one for meditation or yoga or any self care in general. However, you couldn’t remember a time when your stress levels were down. You always had a different weight on your shoulders throughout all the stages in your life, and ever since you’d been kidnapped you couldn’t even remember what it felt like to be calm.

“Does it work?” You questioned quietly, almost shy in a sense. Alan opened his eyes, his posture slumping and he stared at the carpet with mental exhaustion practically writing his features. “I don’t know. I can never do it right. This was always more of my wife’s thing than mine.”

You sadly stared at the man’s obvious downgrade in overall attitude at the mention of his partner. I guess that made two of you with a lover left alone at home. “I bet your wife is missing you terribly.”

“It’s the opposite. She’s passed.” He stated hesitantly, causing your expression to stiffen and your fingers found themselves trying to knot together. “…Oh. I’m sorry.”

He didn’t respond.

You chomped down on your bottom lip with agonizing awkwardness. Your eyes scanned the room for anything to occupy yourself with and you walked to the table in annoyed defeat to eat the leftover food from last night. You hovered your fingertips over the food only to sigh at its low temperature. Your empty stomach growled at you prompting your hand to force the cold food down your own throat.

“Sam’s at work right?” You asked after the first miserable bite. Alan answered simply. “Yes.” He raised his head to face you and spoke carefully with the scratch till present in his voice. “He told me all about the man at your work that you talked with and how he looked at you in an inappropriate way. And how that same man is friends with his supervisor and talked about you in another-”

You cut him off after noting he clearly didn’t want to use more specific words in order to spare your comfort. “I know. He told me that story. Crazy thing is I barely remember that guy. I meet, like, a hundred faces and names a day and I’m used to some of them being creeps. It’s just the female experience.” You noticed the discomfort you spread to Alan and directed the conversation back towards Sam. “What else did he say about that? Does he still want to kill him?”

Alan deeply sighed, vaguely nodding as he still stared at the carpet. “…Yes. He didn’t sound so calm when he talked about it. He’s still very angry. I tried to make him focus on the positive side that he’s been holding back this long. But I don’t think he sees that as a notable accomplishment.” After you ate a few more bites he added, “When he comes back, I’m going to try and convince him to unchain me.”

You scoffed at his naivety, already knowing exactly all the plans conducting in his brain because you thought of them first. They’ve never worked and the others take too much time. “Don’t bother. He’d probably say something douchey like… ‘The chain's on your leg, not on your mouth’.”

Alan looked at you in deep thought as you continued eating with a slight cringe. It was weird to him, he knew a lot about you (minus the lies Sam admitted to making about yours and his relationship) yet he didn’t actually know you. Sam kidnapped him and brought him here for you.

In hindsight, he didn’t truly know anything about you. At least from your own mouth. And despite the main reason that Sam just wanted him to basically convince you to fall for Sam, Alan hated that he believed that there was something actually going on with you. Something you didn’t think you needed help with, something you didn’t consider wrong, something you kept buried within you. Something you really did need help with, not for Sam’s sake but for your own sake.

“(Y/n).” You looked up to catch his focused gaze. “For us to work together against him, I need to know the truth from you.” He paused for a beat. “How bad was your relationship with your father? Was he physical like Sam’s?”

You physically tensed up from the mention of your dad, your jaw tightening that Alan even brought him up in the first place. Your eyes hastily thrashed down to your food as you began to play with it a bit with a physically irked expression. “My dad was an asshole who didn’t care about me. That’s all there is to it and that’s all you need to know.” You spat. You didn’t want to come across as that foul, especially towards your fellow prisoner who’s obviously not doing great mentally, but you just got very worked up with the subject.

“You have to give me more to work with, (Y/n). Have you ever done therapy?” Alan asked before you shook your head, still keeping your eyes glued below you. “No, not unless rehab counts.” “Well, in effective and healthy therapy the patient-” You instantly cut him off with a harsh bite, your eyes finally looking up to throw a glare his way. “I’m not your patient though. Even though Sam brought you here for me, don’t ever turn our conversations into sessions. I already have one man on my back trying to fix what’s not broken, and I don’t need another.”

Alan cleared his throat and straightened his back. “I understand. Don’t look at me like your therapist then. Look at me as someone you can vent to without having to worry about any manipulation or consequences. Whatever is spoken between us will never be known to Sam. Unless of your consent.” He stated clearly and calmly.

You sighed and your eyebrows began to curve upwards. You let the fork slip out of your fingers before leaning back into your chair. “At five years old my dad basically declared me the biggest failure of a human being. He was a man impossible to satisfy and treated me more like an annoying dog in his house rather than a daughter.” Your lips puckered to prevent them from quivering. “He hated me. And still to this day, I have no idea why.”

Alan’s frown sincerely deepened. “What about your mother?”

“I was an asshole to her. Before and after my dad left. Before, I was trying to get my dad to like me by joining him in berating her and mocking her. I would even verbally take his side on arguments that didn’t even involve me. And after, I just needed someone to blame for my dad leaving.” You felt your eyes begin to scarcely burn, your mind going back to all the times you yelled at that poor woman. “She deserved a better daughter than me. I think when I moved out it was the next best thing that happened to her next to my dad leaving.”

“You shouldn’t think like that.” Alan comforted you but you refused it. “Well you weren’t there to see how I treated her.”

“And what’s your dating history like?” Alan continued, wanting to know the full layout of the people who played significant roles in your life. Especially the ones that could’ve led Sam to believe in your unhealthy relationship with men who resemble your father. You crossed your arms to let your elbows rest on top of your knees, a shrug pulling your shoulders. “Just a lot of bad guys. They all specialized in their own form of assholery. And I was always the one being broken up with. Never the other way around.” Your eyes frowned with your lips.

Alan slowly nodded. “I see… And what’s your current boyfriend like?”

Your frown twitched but eventually went upturned. “He’s a good, sweet person. More of a man than all my exes combined. He helps make me a better person.” Even a colorblind newborn could see the red flag waving through those words. Alan shifted in his seat, wanting to put all the pieces together but almost scared to. Because then that would make Sam right. “How so?”

“He lets me know when I’ve done something wrong and how I can correct my behavior.” You narrowed your eyes on the older man. “Alan, no matter what Sam tells you, my boyfriend is a good person.” He ignored your last statement, much too focused on what your explanation could mean. “(Y/n)... how often does your boyfriend criticize you?”

“When it’s due.”

“But how often?”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, I make a lot of mistakes and questionable decisions, alright? Thank god I had him with me to stop me from embarrassing myself.” You defended brashly.

“But what exactly-” Alan’s nearly fearful tone was snapped off by the skyrocket pace of your heart as you quickly shushed him, your eyes blown open by a foreboding sound of a truck. “He’s back.” You squeaked before practically throwing yourself off the chair and back into the bed, not wanting to be in a space that was welcoming a conversation.

However, you didn’t plop your head onto the pillow immediately as a certain train of thoughts began chugging around your mind. Your bottom lip felt heavy and cold as you spoke up. “Alan?” Said man looked up at you with concern and curiosity. “Yes?”

You straightened up your form to say what you wanted to get off your chest in front of a trained professional for that exact sort of thing. “As much as I hate what he’s doing to me, it’s really hard for me to accept Sam’s a murderer.” You said, quietly yet shakingly, with your eyes locked on the sheets. “I can’t even picture him doing… that. I’m still clinging to that soft spot I have for that sweet and bashful Sam that became a regular customer then a friend to me.”

You finally lifted your blurry, glossy gaze to set onto Alan. “This isn’t the beginning of Stockholm Syndrome, right?” You asked with a fear weighing down your voice. Alan frowned deeply at your question and expression. “It doesn’t appear that way to me. You’re just suffering a very cruel and traumatic betrayal. And I’m sorry you have to go through all this.”

Your lips began to quiver as you slowly looked toward the ground, the weight of everything gradually closing in on you. Little voices that sounded like your own crawled around your head, whispers that overlapped with each other that this was all your fault. Everything that has happened was because of your decisions. You were the one to blame. “No. I’m sorry.” You said with a hushed tone. “It’s my fault you’re even here in the first place.”

You couldn’t tell if Alan was speaking or not, you couldn’t hear over the haunting and self-blaming thoughts that chewed away at your brain like nasty little woodworms. They were so intense and painful, triggering hefty tears to swarm your eyes and slip over your bottom lashes, that you didn’t even hear or register Sam walking in through the sliding screen door and holding up two bags.

“Hope you guys like Pierogies.” Sam announced with a smile of self-approval. However it was very short lived when his attention instantly locked onto you, seeing your quivering sobbing lips and tears before his very own eyes. His heart broke and dropped down to the pit of his stomach. He practically threw himself across the room, dropping the dinner on the table once he passed it, to fall to his knees by your side.

“Woah, woah, why are you crying?” He asked as gently as he could as his hands hovered over your arm and shoulder, not knowing if you would either be okay with him touching you or would bite his head off. His heartbroken worry, though, was quickly replaced with an overprotective anger. He whipped his head over his shoulder to send Alan a nasty glaring snarl. “What the fuck did you say to her!?” He barked out loudly over your tearful whimpers.

“Sam.” Your meek voice perked up the said man’s ears, that anger vanishing like a spec of sand by the power of that voice of yours. The voice of the thing that mattered most to him in the entire world. He looked back up to you to meet your weeping eyes. “You have to let Alan go.” You told him in between your sniffles and shaky breaths from your sobs. “It was a mistake bringing him here. You should’ve kept this between us.”

Sam’s brows curved upward as he finally placed his hands softly on your knees. He appeared so submissive and lovesick by the way he looked up at you on his knees. “I’m sorry but you know I can’t do that. He knows too much now, too much stuff leads back to this location.” He said as he rubbed small circles on your knees. “And you need help. He’s gonna help me help you.”

You sniffled one more time before your quaking lips shifted into a harsh frown, eyebrows sharpening into a V shape as well with your gaze growing fiery with hate. “Don’t you get it?! I don’t want your help! And please back up!” You wailed as you thrashed your legs away from his unwanted massage.

Sam extended his arms in an attempt to reach you with the intent of making you calm down despite your clear objecting distaste, but Alan’s voice wrung out quickly before anything could have happened. “Sam, when she’s like this you have to know boundaries and give her space.”

The brunet stalker took a second to ponder before sighing, “You’re right.”, rising to his feet and turning his back to you to walk back to the bagged food. “You know last time she threw a big crying fit, she used it as a ploy to escape.” He told Alan with a bitter scoff while he pulled out one of the white boxes from the bag.

He walked back up to you, keeping a certain distance, and lightly tossed the box with food in it to the space next to you. “Here. You can eat in your bed. Away from me.” He said with a bitter smile aimed at your back. “We’re having a session after dinner though.” He added over his shoulder at you as he sat down to eat with Alan.

You released a few more breathy whimpers before rubbing your palms across your cheeks, trying to pull yourself together so that you could eat. You kept your back turned to the men as you ate the dinner in the corner of your bed like you were in time out. You listened to their conversation when Alan began with, “(Y/n) told me you live with your mother”.

Sam shot your back an irked look, not appreciating that you felt it was your place to spill that secret. “Is this the house you grew up in?” Alan continued. Sam snatched his food so that he could lean back in his chair, releasing a gruff sigh. “Yup.”

Alan prompted Sam to tell him more about his comforting relationship with his mother and his abusive, power imbalanced one with his father. Sam even briefly told a quick version of when his father left him. This triggered your own overview.

You remember your dad leaving in vivid detail, as if you just experienced it merely a few hours ago. And sometimes you still felt those emotions as vividly as you felt them in that moment. And sometimes you felt as if you were still in that moment, as if you never left it in the first place, as if you were stuck in a never ending time loop with the outcome being the same each and every time.

You remember how the sky looked with light gray clouds passing by and allowing the blue sky to peek through. You remember what you were wearing, from your hairstyle down to your socks. You remember what your dad was wearing and the exact shades of color his packed bags were and how many there were. You remember how he moved every muscle of his stoic yet aggravated expression.

You remember every single word from both of your mouths. You remember your words of questioning why he was leaving and your words of begging him to stay. You remember his apathetic words of briefly explaining to you how he met a superior woman and he was divorcing your “troublesome” mom. You remember asking him about the custody of you and you remember his dry response about how a custody battle was never an issue and that your mom had full ownership of you.

But the strongest thing you remember, the thing that affected the rest of your life and mentality, was how your sixteen year old self ran to your daddy and threw your arms around his torso as burning tears streamed down rapidly from your pink, stinging eyes. You choked on your sobs and hyperventilated around your mewls. Your dad didn’t hug you back. Instead he patted you on your head.

Then he moved his hand to your shoulder and softly pushed you away. You sniffled through your runny, pink nose as your dad placed his knuckle underneath your chin where your tears kept slipping off and lifted your chin so that you could make eye contact with him. It was hard though, your eyes were burning as if someone was cutting onions or squirted lemon juice in them, making you keep squeezing them shut to rid of that pain, and globs of hot tears blurred your vision. But despite not seeing him clearly, you heard him as clear as day.

“Best of luck, you’ll need it.”

Those words always lived in the back of your mind like an unwanted guest that was long overstaying their welcome. You were so bipolar with those last words of his. Sometimes, when you’re reflecting about how much your dad sucked, you loathed those words. What a dick thing to say to the child you were abandoning. But the other times when you felt yourself subconsciously miss him, you defended all his wrongdoings with that last spoken sentence toward you. He could’ve said something nasty to you, could’ve yelled at you, could’ve belittled you or said exactly what you did wrong that made him snap and leave. But he didn’t. He found the last remaining compassion in his heart for you to wish you the best of luck.

You just wished you weren’t crying so hard in that exact little moment so that you could’ve seen what expression he was wearing. It would’ve answered so much and revealed his intentions. Was he giving you a stern, cold look? Did his eyes soften with those last words? If you knew, it would have answered the question that tormented you for years: Did he even care about leaving you forever?

But now you’d never know. And you would never, ever, go to him to ask him.

Your far off mind returned to you when Alan cleared his throat and began saying something that caught your attention. “You know, your mother is an impressive woman, and she would clearly do anything to help you feel better, help you live the life that you want to live, and I think that she can help us now. We are all part of family systems. You, me, everyone. Changes to those systems can have a profound effect on us, even at your age. And I was thinking that it might be beneficial if we were to do some family therapy work with you and your mother.”

Sam started with a subtle shake of his head then the shakes grew more obvious in feeling. “She's been through enough. She doesn't need to be dragged into what we're doing here.” He spoke stiffly and gave him a look that told Alan it was a terrible idea.

“I think that's kind of you, and I can see why you'd want to protect her. But I don't think you need to worry about her feeling dragged into this. I think she might find it helpful, too.” Alan said as Sam kneaded the skin between his thumb and index finger, his leg beginning to bounce in an anxious manner as his eyes threatened to water with that same nervousness as in his leg. “Sam. You don't have to take this next step alone. There is someone who wants to be there with you. She doesn't want you struggling with this by yourself.”

Alan saw he wasn’t convincing his patient with his stare not expressing any kind of agreement or openness to the idea. So he decided to hit his Achilles heel despite really not wanting it to come to that, and knowing that you would get the wrong idea on where his allegiances resided. “And I really believe this could be beneficial for (Y/n) as well. I think she would be more open to therapy if you use yourself as an example for how helpful it truly is.”

Sam’s eyes vaguely lit up, glancing at you for a mere second. Bingo. Alan knew he had him now.

Sam’s mouth moved around as he struggled to find words, his glossy eyes continuously returning to you. Alan could practically see the thoughts through his forehead like closing credits. Sam glanced at your back one last time before looking back to his therapist. “We’ll make this quick.” He said quickly before pushing off his chair and moving to and up the stairs with a jittery twitch to his movements.

One beat then another had passed before your harsh glare peeked over your shoulder. “What are you doing?” You questioned with distrust and attitude evident in your quiet voice. Alan held his hand up to try and signal you not to worry. “Just trust me. I think I can get through to him using his mother.”

You shifted on your butt a little to look at him more clearly, you gaze sharp. “I told you we couldn’t trust her. She’s basically on his side.”

“Exactly.”

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Whatever happens tomorrow we've had today.

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indifferent-depravity · 9 months

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heyyy <3 for yandere!Richie, maybe him thinking reader is his last chance, so he knows he needs to keep them around and take advantage. get them to move in, knock them up, keep them with him forever. he wants eva to have a little sibling she can bond with! and it wouldn’t hurt to make tiff jealous. he’s just so sure he’s old and you’re naive enough to fall into his trap. maybe reader is young, a family friend or a Berzatto, freshly out of college, a virgin, sort of clueless, and works at the beef/bear? feel free to write whatever comes to mind! doesn’t have to have smut at all! thank you :))

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: abusive relationship, age gap, rape (fade to black), pregnancy

A/N: This one's a long one!! And as always don't forget requests for everything are open so if you'd like to see anything from me feel free to drop it in my ask box :)

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“Damn sweetheart, where you been hiding all that ass!”

You yelp as a hand cracks down on your ass, spinning around to glare at Richie as he quickly turns around, pretending to be busy. You press your lips together and glance at the kitchen where you can see Mikey, shoulders slumping as the scolding remark you wanted to say sticks in your throat. You shoot Richie a warning look before turning around to greet the customer that just walked in.

The customer hands you a couple of bills to pay for her order and you open the register, quickly counting the change with practiced ease. Richie squeezes your ass right as you go to hand the change to the customer, causing the coins to clatter onto the counter. You swear and help the customer pick them up, handing her the receipt with a sheepish smile, “Sorry about that! Talk about butterfingers!” You say with a forced laugh, glaring at Richie from the corner of your eye.

You keep a smile plastered on your face until the customer leaves, immediately whirling around to face Richie, your voice barely above a whisper as you hiss, “The fuck, Cousin? You can’t be doing that while I’m working! And what about Tiff? Or-or Mikey? Do you really think either of them needs that shit right now?”

Richie leans closer to you, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear as he runs his hand over your ass again, “That bitch is officially not my wife anymore, and you, baby bear, god haven’t you filled out nicely.” He groans and coldness trickles down your spine at his words, your breath quickening as he squeezes your ass again.

“Cousin! I ain’t payin’ you to play grab ass with people, get your ass in here!”

Mikey’s voice echoes from the kitchen and Richie slips away with a chuckle, leaving you frozen at the counter. The bell above the door chiming startles you from your trance and you take a deep breath, nervously adjusting your uniform as you plaster a fake smile on your face to greet the new customer.

Later that day Richie decides to bother you again. You eye him warily, waiting until Mikey comes into view to bend over, ripping open the box of napkins in front of you. You start restocking the shelves behind the counter, banging your head against the counter as Mikey’s booming laugh startles you. Looking back, you see Richie thrusting his hips towards your ass, his hands hovering in the air like he was holding your hips.

You let out a scoff and haphazardly stuff the rest of the napkins onto the shelf, moving to stand up, “You guys are so fucking juvenile!” Mikey lets out another laugh, watching the scene for another moment before walking out of the room. Richie properly grips your hips before you can fully stand up, dragging you back against his hips. Your breath leaves you in a rush as you feel his dick harden against you and you rip his hands off you, hurrying away from him as he laughs.

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You eye Mikey warily when he starts putting his jacket on in the middle of cleaning The Beef, “Mikey, we still got like half the kitchen to sanitize, the fuck you going?”

He flashes you a grin, bending down to kiss the top of your head, “Don’t worry about it, baby bear, you and Cousin can finish up tonight and I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” You grumble but he ignores it, pulling you into a quick hug on his way out the door.

You sink your hands back into the dishwater, trying to ignore the spiders of paranoia creeping up your back. Richie sidles up next to you, his hands coming to rest on your hips and you glare at him. His laugh sends shivers down your spine as he pulls you back against him, “Guess it’s just me and you tonight, huh?”

“Yeah a real fuckin’ party,” You deadpan, trying to ignore the way the rigid line of his cock presses against your ass. His hands creep between your thighs and you shake him off, turning to glare at him properly. “C-Cousin, you need to stop.” You say, trying to sound firm as you push him away, “This is wrong.”

He laughs quietly, holding his hands up in surrender as he steps back, “I don’t see what’s wrong about it, babe. We’re both single, adults and you know Mikey would love having me as a brother-in-law.” He brushes his lips against your cheek, “Just think about how happy it would make him.”

You shudder, gripping the sides of the sink as he walks away, tears burning behind your eyes. You take a shaky breath, turning to put the last load of dishes into the sanitizer as you try to push the event from your mind.

You wring out a rag, moving to wipe down the counters when Richie’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “Rich-“ he clamps his hand over your mouth before you can protest, shushing you quietly as his hand wanders to the top of your pants.

“C'mon baby, don’t be like that. I just wanna show you how special you are to me.” Richie plunges his hand into your pants with a groan, “Just let me show you some love, hm?”

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You’re shaking as you enter The Beef to help with opening, skittishly glancing around you as if that would keep Richie from sneaking up on you. Mikey claps his hand on your shoulder making you jump, letting out a startled squeak at the sudden touch. Your heart pounds as you twist around, letting out a relieved sigh at the sigh of your brother, “Jesus Christ, Mikey, you scared the shit outta me!”

He laughs, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders, “Sorry, baby bear, figured you heard me come in.” You wrap your arms around his middle, burying your face into his chest as you breathe in his familiar scent. “So, Cousin told me about last night,” He starts casually and you stiffen against him, heart jumping into your throat as he continues, “He’s a good guy, baby bear, I know he’ll make you happy.”

You pull away to give him a forced smile, avoiding his eyes as you take a step away from him, “Yeah, I-I’m glad you’re okay with it.” He leans down to brush his lips against your forehead before disappearing into the office and you wrap your arms around your stomach protectively, doubling over as you try to calm your breathing.

~~~

You’re still shaken by the time you reach Tiffany’s apartment, giving her a tight-lipped smile when she opens the door with Eva on her hip. Her eyebrows pinch together in concern, “Honey, is everything alright? We can just reschedule if you’re not feeling good!”

You avoid her eyes by busying yourself with taking your jacket off, reluctant to tell her what’s been happening. You shoot her a smile, holding your hands out to take Eva, “I’m okay! Just a little sore from work, we were pretty busy today.” You grin at Eva, slipping into the high-pitched voice that’s always reserved for kids, “Hiya, munchkin! You ready to hang out with Auntie Bear?” She giggles and lets Tiffany transfer her to your arms without a fuss, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck in a vice grip.

“Okay, we’ll be out late so you’ll need to give her her bath and put her to bed. There’s money on the counter for pizza and of course, you are more than welcome to raid our fridge.” Tiffany says with a little laugh as she slips her shoes on.

She pauses for a moment to look you over, shooting you a concerned look, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

You laugh and bounce Eva against your hip with a grin, “How could I not be okay getting to hang out with my favorite girl in the whole world?” You nuzzle your nose against her cheek and she erupts with giggles. Tiffany sighs, still looking concerned when Frank immerges from their bedroom, resting his hand on the small of her back.

“We gotta get going if we want to beat the traffic.”

She nods, finally taking her eyes off you as Frank helps her into her coat. She grabs her purse and turns to Eva, pressing a kiss to her head, “Okay, Mommy loves you!” She waves goodbye as Frank urges her out of the door and you return it, pushing the door shut behind them.

“Alright! Who wants pepperoni on their pizza?”

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You stand in the middle of The Beef, your eyes stinging from crying as you look around the empty restaurant. You couldn’t believe it. Your big brother is dead, lying in a morgue downtown and the restaurant he worked so hard on stands barren and cold. You hear the scuff of boots on the linoleum behind you and you turn to see Richie hovering in the doorway, shoulders drawn in as grief weighs him down.

You press your lips together as a fresh wave of tears fills your eyes and you throw yourself at him, squeezing your arms around his waist as you sob, “I can’t believe he’s really gone. I-I can’t-” Your words are lost as you sob harder and you press your face against his chest.

Richie takes a shuddering breath and wraps his arms around you, gently petting your hair, “It’s okay, baby, I miss him too.” His voice is thick with unshed tears as he leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head, “Let’s get you home, okay? You need to get some sleep.”

You pull away with a hiccup, roughly wiping tears from your eyes, “I-I can’t, the apartment doesn’t feel right without him. All of his stuff is still-” You let out a shaky breath, “Can I- can I crash with you? Just for tonight?”

He gives you a small smile and nods, pulling you into another hug, “Yeah, of course, you can always stay with me. Let me take you home now, yeah?” You nod and he guides you out of the restaurant with a gentle touch to the small of your back. The silence is almost suffocating when you get in his car, hearts heavy with grief as he drives home.

You hover next to Richie as he unlocks the door, holding it open for you with a comforting smile and you return it with a shaky smile of your own, stepping into his cluttered living room. You look around and let out a little laugh when you spot laundry strewn across the floor, “What is it with boys and having laundry everywhere? I fought with… with Mikey at least once a week because I kept finding his dirty underwear in the living room.” Your face contorts in sadness, eyes burning as you try to will the tears away. Richie touches your back and you let out a sob laced with a laugh, looking back at him, “I would do anything to have that fight with him again… pretty stupid, huh?”

He shakes his head and your face crumples, a tear finally escaping down your cheek. Richie sighs and pulls you against him, resting his chin on top of your head as you cry quietly. He carefully guides you to the couch, letting you tuck your face against his neck as he pulls you into his lap.

You sigh, tears slowing as the warmth from his body sinks into yours. You close your eyes, almost being able to imagine the arms curled around you were Mikey’s as Richie’s scent that was so close to Mikey’s envelops you.

A whimper slips from your throat as Richie slowly slides his hand over your leg. You push at his hand, trying to stop his movements but he shushes you, settling his hand on the apex of your thighs, “Don’t worry, baby bear, Cousin’s got you.”

Fresh tears slide down your face and you curl your fingers into his shirt, squeezing your eyes shut as he slips his hand into your pants.

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Richie’s quiet as he watches you move around his kitchen when your phone lights up, a text from your landlord appearing on the screen.

Landlord 💀 4:50 pm

Your lease ends at the end of the month, can I count on you to sign on for another year?

His eyebrows raise, eyes flashing up to study you curiously for a moment before piping up, “I think your landlord just texted you, something about your lease?” You hum in acknowledgment, wiping your hands on a dish towel before picking your phone up.

You let out a sigh and type out a quick reply before setting your phone face down, ignoring when it vibrates against the surface. “She wants me to sign a new lease and… I don’t know, it’s different there without Mikey.” You turn back to the food you’re preparing, starting to chop an onion as you continue, “I’ll probably sign one anyway, I can’t afford rent anywhere else.”

Richie scoffs softly, “Why do you need to sign a new lease? You’re already here most nights, just move in.” Your knife slips off the onion at his response and you let out a quiet hiss as the blade barely misses your fingers. You set the knife down with a sigh, leaning on your hands against the counter.

“I-I don��t know, Cousin… I mean, I like having my own space and I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

He moves to stand behind you, squeezing your shoulders gently, “Take the spare room, then. You know I love having you here and Eva definitely loves having you here. I think she’d go crazy if you moved in.” At the little girl’s name, you turn to look at him, a small smile tugging on your lips.

You stare at each other for a moment before you finally shake your head with a small laugh, “Alright, alright I’ll move in.” You agree, throwing your hands up in defeat, “Playing dirty, using your daughter as a bargaining chip.”

He laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight hug, “As if she wouldn’t do it herself if she was here.” He rests his chin against your shoulder with a smile, “She’ll be so happy that we can be a proper family now.”

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You set down the last box from the moving truck on the coffee table, stretching your arms over your head with a loud groan. “God, I am never moving again.” You say with a laugh, looking over the collection of boxes littering Richie’s living room. Your living room.

Richie snorts as he rips a box open, replying teasingly, “Good thing I plan on keeping you.” He leans in for a kiss and you giggle, pressing your lips against his for a moment before you turn away to open another box.

His words cause a strange pit in your stomach and you try to shake it off, your words stilted as you answer, “Yeah, I really do appreciate you for letting me move in. It was weird living alone after so long.”

Richie smirks, “I can think of a couple of ways you can show me that appreciation, baby.” He jokes, wiggling his eyebrows at you and you stiffen for a moment, unwrapping a mug with unnecessary force.

“Oh I bet you can, perv!” You force out a laugh as you joke back, burying yourself into unpacking things as you try to forget his words.

As you slide the final book next to a collection of children’s books you let out a long sigh, a warm feeling washing over you as you take in the sight of your things mixed with Richie’s and Eva’s. You drop down onto the couch with a groan and rest your head against the back, eyes slipping closed as tiredness sinks into your bones. You’re too tired to react when Richie crowds you against the armrest, draping an arm over your shoulders, “So. How’s it feel to be officially living here?”

You shift uncomfortably as his hand slides down your side, fingers digging into the swell of your breast for a moment. “P-pretty great, I’m really happy to be here with you.” You say, voice artificially bright as you convince yourself to accept his touch.

Your breath hitches as his hand disappears beneath your shirt and teases his fingers along the waist of your jeans. Richie leans down, pressing kisses along your neck as he murmurs, “I think we should go christen the house, what do you think?”

Your breathing is ragged as you carefully pull his hand out of your shirt, “I-I think we should just get some sleep, it was a long day.” You move to stand and Richie catches the back of your shirt, easily pulling you back down.

In a swift movement, he has you pinned underneath him, hand pressing over your mouth to cut off your protests as he growls, “Not gonna get away from me this time, babe.” His other hand drops down to unbuckle his belt as he leans in until his nose brushes against yours, “I think it’s time we make this official.”

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“Eva, honey, it’s time to get ready for bed!” You call out, hurriedly wiping the counters down. You hear her protest and you sigh, hands shaking as you mentally calculate how much needs to get done before Richie comes home before stepping into the living room.

Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes as you crouch down next to Eva, “Sweetie, it’s time to brush your teeth and get changed into pajamas.” She whines, giving you an exaggerated pout as she continues scribbling over the coloring page.

“I’m not tired! And I want Daddy to tuck me in!” Her voice pierces your ears and you wince as a throbbing ache builds behind your eyes.

“I know you do but Daddy had to work late.” You sigh and place your hands over Eva’s, forcing her to stop. “Eva it’s time for bed. If you go brush your teeth and change into pajamas right now, I’ll let you watch a movie in bed.”

Eva’s bottom lip wobbles as tears fill her eyes and she rips her hands from under yours, roughly pushing you, “No! You’re not my mommy! I want my daddy!” Your breath gets knocked out of you as you land hard on your ass and you press your lips into a thin line, chest heaving as you try to stay calm.

“Eva, go brush your teeth. Now.” Your voice is surprisingly calm as you rise to your feet. Eva pouts and crosses her arms, turning her back to you. You take a shaky breath and tears burn the back of your eyes as she ignores you. “Alright, bedtime then.” You stoop down and easily lift her into your arms, dodging her flailing limbs as you walk to her room.

You set her on the bed and press a kiss to her forehead, tucking her in the best you could with her squirming with a quiet, “I love you, Eva.” You make sure her night light is on and flick the overhead light off, shutting the door behind you. Then the crying starts. A heartbreaking, ear-piercing wail that makes your eyes overflow with tears and you slide to the floor, burying your face in your hands. Your head is pounding by the time her cries taper off into sniffles.

She’s finally asleep when you hear the front door open and you quickly stand up, wiping away stray tears left on your face as you move to greet Richie. He smiles at you and bends down to peck your lips, “how were my girls today?”

He looks around the room, frowning as he spots the half-done chores. Your heart skips a beat as you try to explain, “E-Eva wouldn’t stop clinging to me this morning and had a tantrum when I put her to bed, so I-I didn’t manage to get as much done as I wanted to.”

“That’s no excuse.”

You gape at his words, opening your mouth to defend yourself when his hand shoots out and grabs your hair, forcing your head back, “You’re a mother now, baby, you can’t neglect your duties just because Eva’s being a handful.”

You whimper in pain, reaching up to pry his fingers out of your hair, “Richie please, I’m trying, I just need a little-little help. You know how much I love Eva but she knows I’m not her mom and doesn’t want to listen to me sometimes.”

He scoffs and throws your head away, your head swimming as you stumble, falling to the floor when you try to regain your balance. “You’re pathetic, you know that? You’re just gonna let a 5-year-old dictate your life?” He asks with a mocking tone as he undoes his belt, slowly drawing it out of the loops on his jeans. Your heart jumps into your throat as he folds the belt in half, tapping it against his palm. “You know what I have to do now, right?”

“Richie, don’t, please.” Your voice cracks as you plead with him and he lets out a cold laugh, crouching in front of you to squeeze your face.

“I’m doing this for your own good, baby. I’m just trying to teach you, but you’re so fucking stubborn that this is the only way.” His voice sounds almost sympathetic as he shoves your face away, rising back to his full height.

The first strike hits your side and the air is knocked out of you, making you wheeze as you try to catch your breath. The next strike makes you cry out and clamp a hand over your mouth, not wanting Eva to wake up. You use your free hand to help you struggle to your knees, reaching out for the dining table to pull yourself up. Your hand slips as Richie tuts, kicking you away from the table. He laughs with disbelief, “How are you going to learn if you run away when I’m trying to teach you? Hm?” He punctuated his words with strikes of his belt, letting it fall from his hand when you grow still beneath him.

Richie crouches next to you, gripping your hair to make you look at him, “Now, I expect you to finish the chores before coming to bed. Understand?” You give him a shaky nod and he smiles, leaning to kiss you, “There we go, I only do this because I love you so much, you know that right? I just want to bring out the best in you.” You force a smile as a tear slips down your face and he releases your hair, leaving you on the floor as he leaves the room.

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It takes three months and having Natalie announce her pregnancy to finally realize you haven’t had a period in months. You’re tearful as you pull Natalie into the office for privacy, finally managing the words, “I think I’m pregnant.”

Natalie squeals gleefully and pulls you into a tight hug, “Oh baby bear! Our kids will get to grow up and go to school together!” You hug her back, pressing your face into her shoulder as you try to draw comfort from your big sister.

“Isn’t- isn’t it a little early? I mean I’m not even 22 yet, what if I-” Your words get stuck in your throat and you tighten your arms around her, “What if I’m not ready to be a mom and I fuck it up?”

Natalie lets out a quiet “oh” as she pulls back and cups your face, giving you a sympathetic look, “You’re amazing with Eva! It won’t be any different with your own little one, and you’ll have Richie to help you!” You force a smile and nod at her, pulling her into another hug.

You’re skittish when Richie gets home from working on The Bear, flinching at the slightest movement as you set the table for dinner. You busy yourself with making sure Eva eats, barely touching your food as anxiety ties your stomach into knots. Eva gives you a food-filled smile and you giggle softly, gently pushing her hair back from her face.

You glance over at Richie, forcing a casual tone as you say, “How would you feel about cleaning out that spare room?”

He snorts, eyeing you suspiciously, “You gotta give me some context here, babe, what do you want with it?”

Your eyes return to Eva as you keep your casual tone, “Oh, you know… The baby will need their own space at some point, don’t you think?” His fork clatters against his plate at the same time as Eva lets out a screech.

“You’re having a baby?” She asks excitedly, wiggling away from the table to press her hands against your stomach.

You let out a laugh, catching Richie’s gaze as you nod, covering Eva’s hands, “Yeah, you’re going to have a little brother or sister soon.” Eva makes a disgusted noise at the thought of getting a brother but continues to stare at your stomach in amazement, pressing her hands harder against you as if that would let her touch the baby.

Richie pushes away from the table with a loud screech of chair legs against the floor, moving to crouch next to your chair. He presses his hand on top of yours, unshed tears shining in his eyes as he looks up at you. You give him a smile, leaning down to press your lips against his in a slow kiss, giggling against his lips as Eva lets out a loud, “Ew!”

#richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich #richie the bear #richie jerimovich the bear #the bear #writing #abuse #abuse tw #rape #rape tw #the bear hulu #the bear fx #dark fic #dead dove do not eat

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davekatzdefensesquad · 8 months

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If you’re cold

She’s cold

Bring your team captains inside

#yellowjackets #so I got into another show #mine #lol #yellowjackets spoilers #s1 spoilers #Hulu #dark humor #jackie yellowjackets #tw death #tw character death #has this joke been made already #jackie taylor

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z0mbi3-s0krat3s · 1 year

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Coincidentally (I think...), this was the second Jewish folklore-themed flick I've watched this week and both were pretty dope (Lullaby was the other). They're both stylish in their own right, this one more classical goth, the other more modern. Several good scares in this one, a well told story, cool cgi beasty, and a damn fine pace. Definitely worth checking out. 7/10 on Hulu.

#dark art #horror #horror art #dark #gothic #demons #horror movies #horror movie review #the offering #jewish folklore #macabre #scary movies #hulu horror #hulu #goth

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Some ships to celebrate Valentine’s Day. 🎉 💗

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Justice THT Style - Part 3 - Serena

Today I'm going to be taking a look at the style of Justice favoured by our resident Queen of Darkness: Serena.

So what type of justice does Serena prefer? Retributive, like you even had to ask. Pick an episode at random (season 1 and 2 seems to be her tour de force) and you’ll find Serena making some scathing remark or plotting some malicious act of revenge. Serena likes to think she’s the smartest person in the room at all times and becomes viperous when she’s unable to manipulate those around her to her satisfaction. Serena seems to think that if only she could get her talons on a baby, she might be able fill the black bottomless pit where once her soul resided....and that's where June comes in. Far from being the compliant baby mama that Serena was hoping for, June is an unholy handful who's determined to make Serena bleed for it. Serena, is herself, an extremely capable adversary who never disappoints when it comes to awe inspiring acts of viciousness. We’ve seen her arrange for June to be raped, personally strangled, beaten, imprisoned and possibly most cruelly of all, kept her separated her from her daughter AND her baby.

She’s fully aware that Nick and June are deeply in love and she arranged for him to be married off to a child bride when he dared ask Serena to get the ailing June a doctor. Revenge is definitely Serena’s favourite pastime, and let’s face it, she doesn’t have much else to do except for knit and garden. In Season 2, she invited June along to witness Nick being married off simply so she could gloat over her pain. Not the smartest move at that point as her handmaid was already on the edge and it was just the thing to tip her over.

Serena’s penchant for torturing June seems to stem from Fred’s obsession with her and the fact that June is extremely intelligent and resourceful which constantly puts Serena on the back foot. Not to be discouraged by June’s constant thwarting, like any good villain should, Serena just retires to her favourite plotting corner and begins again.

Serena can become blinded by her need for retribution, for the most part she’s extremely cunning but her avarice for revenge can sometimes outweigh good judgement. Serena visited Gilead with the single intention of taunting June with Hannah. Unfortunately Serena over estimated Gilead’s welcome wagon and had to return and face a vengeful, blood thirsty June…..not smart.

Season 5 saw Serena receive a dose of poetic justice with a mild form of Handmaid type servitude. It was still terrifying but nothing nearly as severe as what June endured at her hands. Whatever she was served comparatively wasn’t nearly enough to balance the scales of justice that Serena had spent the last 4 seasons jumping all over.

With retribution being such a consistent brand of justice for Serena I’m doubtful she’s suddenly going to change midstream and suddenly start “turning the other cheek”. S5 seemed to be Gilead’s “Empire Strikes Back” and I couldn’t help but notice that everyone who was made to pay up was considered an ally. Serena started paying up too, and this might be why I’m getting that witchy feeling she’s had a gut full of Gilead and is gearing up to rain some fire down on their parade.

#june x nick #june osborne #nick x june #osblaine #serena joy #serena #the handmaids tale hulu #hulu streaming #bruce miller #queen of darkness #hulu series #tv series #the handmaid's tale #handmaid's tale #handmaid's on hulu

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portraitofariel · 23 days

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This gif hits different.

From the tongue to the way his eyes briefly search her body, makes me think Carmy has had fantasies of making love to Syd while wearing nothing but their chef coats 😩. He’d probably take her on top of the expo table after hours, when they’re alone. 🔥

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insignificantly-notorious · 1 year

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Shout out to the year of the hags to MEEEEE!!! ✨😌✨

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fvisualkei · 2 years

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Dark Academia Movie Masterlist

Here is just a basic master list of my own personal grace for some Dark Academia Movies, as some may want inspiration or just something new to watch. Enjoy!

*MOVIES*

NOTE: Watchable places apt to change, but these are some sites that have included it. Not all subscription status is readily available, some might include premium subscription, but I sadly do not know which. I am sorry for the inconvenience.

Dead Poets Society (1989) - Dead Poet’s Society is set in 1959 at an elite conservative boarding school. It tells the story of an English teacher who inspires his students through his teaching of poetry. The English teacher is played by Robin Williams. Can watch on Hulu (subscription), Amazon Prime ($3.99 USD), Apple TV ($3.99 USD), Vudu ($3.99 USD), YouTube ($17.99 USD), And Google Play Movies ($3.99).

The Riot Club (2014) - The Riot Club follows two first-year Oxford University students. They join a secret society. And they learn their reputations can be made or destroyed in one evening. Can watch on The Roku Channel (subscription), Amazon Prime Video (subscription), YouTube ($9.99 USD), Sling TV (subscription), Apple TV ($3.99 USD), and Google Play Movies ($9.99 USD).

The Goldfinch (2019) -The movie follows Theo Decker. Tragically his mother dies in a terrorist bombing. And a wealthy family takes him in.In a panic, he steals ‘The Goldfinch’ a painting. And that leads him to a world of crime. Stars Ansel Elgort, Finn Wolfard, and Nicole Kidman. Can watch on Amazon Prime Video (subscription), Google Play Movies ($2.99 USD), Vudu ($5.99 USD), YouTube ($2.99 USD), and Apple TV ($2.99 USD).

Hugo (2011) -Hugo is a young orphan. He loves the station clocks. And, his most treasured possession is his late father’s automation. Therefore, his mission is to find a key that will get it working. Stars Asa Butterfield and Sacha Baron Cohen. Can watch on Hulu (subscription), YouTube ($2.99 USD), Vudu ($2.99 USD), Apple TV ($3.99 USD), HBO Max (subscription), Google Play Movies ($2.99 USD), and Amazon Prime Video ($2.99).

Jane Eyre (2011) - Jane Eyre is hired by Edward Rochester to care for his ward Adèle. When she arrives at Thornfield Hall she starts to fall in love with Rochester. But there is a terrifying secret looming within the walls at Thornfield Hall. So what is Rochester hiding from Jane? Stars Mia Wasikowska. Can watch on Hulu (subscription), Sling TV (subscription), Amazon Prime Video (subscription), YouTube ($3.99 USD), Apple TV ($3.99 USD), The Roku Channel (subscription), Starz (subscription), Philo (subscription), Google Play Movies ($3.99 USD), and Vudu ($3.99 USD).

Maurice (1987) - Maurice is a romantic drama. And an adaptation of the 1971 novel Maurice by E.M Forster.A young man is trapped by the oppressiveness of Edwardian society. His lover rejects him. And he tries to accept his sexuality. Stars Hugh Grant as Clive. Can watch on Tubi (free), YouTube ($3.99 USD), Apple TV ($4.99 USD), Amazon Prime Video (subscription), and Google Play Movies ($3.99 USD).

Mary Shelley (2017) - Mary Shelley follows the life of the author. It starts with a young Mary Wollstonecraft.Her family disapprove when she announces her love for Percy Shelley.She stays in the home of Lord Byron at Lake Geneva. And the guests are challenged to write a ghost story. So Mary writes her novel “Frankenstein.” Stars Elle Fanning. Can watch on The Roku Channel (subscription), Apple TV ($4.99 USD), Google Play Movies ($9.99 USD), Amazon Prime Video (subscription), YouTube ($9.99 USD), and Vudu ($9.99 USD).

Kill Your Darlings (2013) -Kill Your Darlings follows a young Allen Ginsberg. He has a rival for the affections of his charismatic classmate—Lucien Carr. But his Rival is found dead. And Carr, William Burroughs and Jack Kerouac are arrested for murder. Stars Daniel Radcliffe and Elizabeth Olsen. Can watch on Hulu (subscription), Sling TV (subscription), Amazon Prime Video (subscription), Vudu ($2.99 USD), Google Play Movies ($3.99 USD), The Roku Channel (subscription), Starz (subscription), Philo (subscription), YouTube ($3.99 USD).

Dorian Gray (2009) - It follows a corrupt but beautiful young man. His image is captured in a special painting. And the painting keeps him from ageing. But for every sin he commits, the image in the painting rots.The movie is very gothic. A quick warning—the plotline differs from the book. Stars Ben Barnes. Can watch on The Roku Channel (free), Vudu (free), Amazon Prime Video (subscription), Google Play Movies ($2.99 USD), Tubi (free), Hulu (subscription), YouTube ($2.99 USD), and Apple TV ($3.99 USD).

Mona Lisa Smile (2003) - The Mona Lisa Smile follows a free-thinking and non-conformist teacher. He works at an all-women’s private school in the 1950s.He encourages women to pursue their dreams. And also question the roles expected of them in society. Stars Julia Roberts. Can watch on Hulu (subscription), Vudu ($2.99 USD), YouTube ($3.99 USD), Apple TV ($3.99 USD), HBO Max (subscription), Amazon Prime Video ($2.99 USD), and Google Play Movies ($3.99 USD).

Enola Holmes (2020) - It follows teenager Enola Holmes. Her mother goes missing. So she uses her sleuthing skills to find her. But she must also outsmart her famous brothers and help a runaway lord. Stars Millie Bobby Brown. (There is a new movie being released in July 2022) Can watch on Netflix (subscription).

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