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New kid: You wanna hear a joke?
Micheal: I only like dark humor.
New kid, turning off the lights: What did one ocean say to the other?
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Kyle: Hey Craig- where’s the new kid?
Craig: I thought they were with you.
Kyle: No, I thought they were with you! …oh my god please don’t tell me Kenny dragged them out for super hero stuff again…
Kenny: Ok, new kid, this is what I call the rock and roll. [Throws a rock at a guard and tackles his legs]
New kid: Sick
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Obedient Service Dog
The corkboard was covered with papers, little notes, and maps. There were noted red pen marks crossing out one thing, circling another. It was a clear sign of the busy schedule ahead of you.
You crossed your arms as you looked over everything. Preparation for this heist took longer than you had liked, but you had a bit of a dislike for failure. Especially in areas of your expertise. You looked at the notes you made on security before moving that gaze to the lab map layout. Given the jackpot inside, the security personnel could be using different weaponry so as not to misfire near the chemicals, no?
"Boss, are you still looking over it?" A smooth voice came from behind you. "You should rest before this job."
Turning your head sideways, you noticed a familiar figure from the corner of your eye. "Didier. I could say the same to you."
Your loyal second in command took soft steps forward until he stood beside you. Both of you turned your gazes back at the map. You were aware you were prepared. It was clear in everything you were doing. Slowly, you just realized the small ache in your head. Letting out an annoyed sigh, Didier's attention was quickly on you.
"Boss, have you ever considered that you may be a workaholic?"
You let out a dry chuckle, "Pot, meet Kettle."
You turned taking firm steps moved from the board to a nearby chair. He wasn't wrong, though. When was the last time you rested? You had recently been jumping from job to job, growing your reputation. Though, you wouldn't necessarily call it all your fault. If that damn hero wasn't around to cause you so much trouble, you believe you would rest a lot easier. Didier was also aware of that, rest assured.
Moving to stand before you, he kneeled on one knee. Even before he chose you, Didier had always had a bit of an ego. He was firm about what was and wasn't beneath him, and bowing down to anyone was, without a doubt, something that spat on his pride.
Anyone except you, of course.
He held his gaze down, with eyes unwavering, ready for anything you asked. If you told him to burn the world down for you, he'd ask if you would like s'mores after. If you wanted someone's head on a platter, he'd ask medium or well done. He was your ever-obedient service dog, following any command or action you needed of him. Nothing you could ever ask of him could ever be too much. He always had the will to find a way for you.
You slowly lifted your foot, ever so gently lifting his chin. His head obeyed without restraint, lifting his eyes to yours. It was something else, in his eyes. You both knew this thought well.
You don't NEED him.
But having him made your life easier.
It was a normal transaction for you. For him, it meant so much more. You could've chosen anyone on this earth. So many must have been tripping over themselves to be at your mercy, no? At least, they should've. But you trusted him enough to keep him by your side. It was a bit strange, your new norm with him. He always seemed to be there, as natural as a shadow. It gave you a feeling similar to stability rather than eeriness. However, you never got too comfortable. Should he abandon you like those before, you would still function properly.
Unknown to you, Didier would never abandon you. Even in death.
With a power like his, he was confident in his ability to make that so.
This was terrifying to him, at first. This obsession, desperation of and for you. It was a compulsion he was never about to fight. But he came to accept it. It had come to the point where, in his heart, you were akin to a deity. He couldn't breathe or process the world without you, anymore. To most, this state of vulnerability would be terrifying. The thought that you wanted your heart to beat for another, to breathe air for another, to use your hands and feet to deliver anything for another. But didn't want to do anything other than to do them for you and only you.
As you calmly stared down at him, you could see the look in his eyes. Was it passion? Determination? Love?
In truth, you constantly struggled to name that look in his eyes, but you could somewhat define it. It was as uncontained as a wildfire but as bottomless as an abyss. It sucked in everything around him yet reached out to you in such a forlorn fashion. There was so much, yet barely any words to describe it.
Gently, he held your ankle and foot before dipping his chin down to delicately leave a kiss on the tip of your shoe.
"Please rest, Boss. I will make sure everything goes according to your plans. Please comfortably rest your mind."
He always was a man of his word. By any means necessary.
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Little Lap Dog
"Heros can't save everyone. Villains are proof of that."
You couldn't recall where you first heard that. Nevertheless, it was something that stuck with you. You could call yourself a decent example you supposed. You never begged for a perfect life. All you wanted was to be loved. Something you failed to receive from your family unconditionally. Their love was purely transactional. Bring home accomplishments, you'd receive praise and attention. Bring home anything less, receive cold indifference.
It was fairly similar with your friends. Only there for the good times. People don't love without benefits. Sad, but a reality you came to accept. Sweet words and heartfelt eyes were something you vied for, yet never trusted.
It came to a point where you thought, "If I don't get love or care from anyone, isn't it only right I don't give it to anyone in return?"
This could be called the trigger for the following events.
It didn't take you long to gain notoriety in the dark and grimy world of villainy. Your ruthless actions, coldhearted temperament, but also your charisma. A sweet smile here, honeyed words there. Adaptable and observant, you always seemed to know what to say and to whom.
For someone as young as you, still only in your early 20s, you looked at the world with such callousness. That being said, you knew when and where to acknowledge others. Take your three most loyal henchmen, for example. You treated them fairly, paid them well, and usually treated them fairly humanely.
More than a few lower-level grunts have questioned you about this. You always replied the same. With a lovely smile and cold eyes, you'd say, "Want to be treated the same? Prove you're worthy of such treatment."
That usually kept them quiet and busy, but their sudden increase in injuries also might have contributed.
"You shouldn't worry about it too much, Boss." Amor smiled, cuddling closer to your thighs. "That just proves they aren't good enough."
From his kneels spot on the ground, he nuzzled his cherry-dusted cheek on your leg.
"Want me to get rid of them? You don't need someone so useless. You deserve better."
You gently began to stroke Amor's hair. You didn't want to mess it up after all that time he put into it, but he did speak well. So, you rightfully rewarded him.
He gave you a closed eye smile, in such a peaceful and proud manner. He was always like that.
Your adorable little lap dog, Amor. He always knew when to come running to improve your mood. He was a little stray you picked up on a whim, but he turned out well. Other than his powers, a strength of his was his flowery perfumed words. Though, they were still nothing but words, to you. Whenever he presented you with a bouquet of flowery poetry, you'd hold it in your hands but never accept it. It'd reach your ears, but never your heart.
And it seemed like he knew that.
That had yet to stop him from giving those lovesick eyes. That wide unconscious grin. Those gentle fingers that'd reach out for you.
It was as if knowing you had no love to give, he'd give enough for both of you and then some.
And, over time, it became clear that he wasn't the only one.
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A gothic literature hyperfixation has possessed me so I made this
(This took way longer to make than it reasonably should have)
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The Creature: You made me, therefore you must bear the consequences of my creation.
Victor Frankenstein: Nuh-uh
The Creature: fym nuh-uh?
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Wolf in sheep's clothing
Joost Klein x fem!reader
Warnings: (Joost is not famous in this!) stalking, bad behaviour, maybe paranoia? mentions of killing and mentions of dead people... NOT EDITED!
English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors!
Wc. over 1500
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You always thought that you met Joost by accident. But was it really? With him you never know, and now you were pretty sure that it wasn't by accident. He is a man with charm, that's a very dangerous thing.
His blue eyes held more darkness than you had ever seen in anyone else. But there still was something in them, you just hoped it wasn't too late for him.
And even now that you aren't together, you still hoped there was some way to save him.
"By safe on your way home." Said your mother through the phone you had between your ear and shoulder.
"Yeah mom, I will. Don't worry, okay? I love you, bye." You ended the call and made your way home on the busy streets of Amsterdam. It was getting colder this time of year and you feared it would start snowing in a few weeks.
It was a short trip home from the grocery store. Just around the corner, by the book store, where you always walk by. But you tried to walk here only during the day, not night. You saw in the news many times before how some doubtful people robbed other people near your apartment. This wasn't the best street to live on, but it was still your home after all.
You hated that you had to lie to your mother, but it was for the best. She knew about your and Joost break up and she worried about you. And she would definitely get crazy if you told her the truth about your real parting.
The place you loved no matter what. Yes, it has some advantages and disadvantages, but what hasn't. And after you and Joost broke up, you tried to avoid this this shortcut as much as possible. You always thought that someone was watching you going through here, and now that you and Joost weren't together, you felt this feeling growth.
You speed up a little and adjust your jacket around you with bag full of food in one hand and the other in your pocket. "It's alright Y/n, no-one is here, there's nothing to be scared of." You kept telling yourself, you were ready for everything.
But it wasn't this unfamiliar gaze that scared you. No, you knew it very well who exactly it was. He is the one you should avoid, to hide from and to fear. Maybe you didn't know where he was, but you knew he was close.
"Y/n"
It was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned around. It was him, in all his glory. You didn't say anything. You couldn't, it was like he took all the oxygen and you just couldn't breathe.
"Y/n" he repeated and took a step towards you. But you couldn't move, it was like you were glued to the floor. Looking closer at him, you saw behind his glasses how his right eye was a bit swollen and purple around the corner. He didn't look good, in fact he scared you.
He stopped a few centimeters before you, practically breathing right in your face and you were sure, you were breathing just as hard.
"Wha..." you couldn't bring yourself to even speak properly, but you had to for your sake. "What are you doing here?" It was a simple question, but you didn't expect him to answer truthfully.
"I'm here to see you."
"No," Stepping back, you took your other hand out of your pocket, keeping distance between you and him. "You can't be here."
"Why not." This dull look in his ocean eyes wasn't the one you fell in love with, he wasn't your Joost. The one that cared for everyone so much all the time, even though he didn't have to. This wasn't your Joost that told you how much he loves you right when you woke up in the morning and before you fell asleep in his hold.
This wasn't him. This was someone else.
"You know why." Came out as a whisper. "We are done." You turned back around and continued your way home, you didn't stop even when you heard his voice calling after you.
"You can't keep doing this Y/n!"
He wasn't coming after you and you were glad, you just hoped you won't have to see him again.
As soon as you saw your apartment, you sighed and walked inside the building. He was gone.
Opening the door, you were greeted by loud meowing. It was like your cat brought you out of the trance. He was hungry and rubbed his head against your leg.
Kefir. He was a present from Joost and the name was an idea from him too. He knew how much you liked milk, so you immediately agreed. Your little nonstop meowing little Kefir.
You put the full bag on the counter after you made sure you locked the door. That night you couldn't sleep, how could you, and all because you saw something you shouldn't. It didn't had to end this way, but he had made his choice.
How can you hurt someone, let alone kill. This was twisted. Beyond disguising. And what was worse, you didn't told that to anyone, too scared to say something to someone. But you made your choice to break up with him. It didn't make you feel any less guilty, but you had to do something, anything at this point.
And you knew that if you looked out of the window, behind curtains, you would see him here standing with a cigarette in his mouth. How he was watching you every night for the past month since you broke up.
He scared you. Joost scared you.
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You woke up later than usual, but there was no wonder. When you went to sleep, the sun was already up. When you looked out of the window, he was no longer here.
"Are you hungry?" You asked the cat and he just meowed as you made your way to the kitchen. You put kefir granules and got ready for the day.
Then you made your way to work and after the whole day, you had to say, you had enough. All those rude people and their bizarre ideas how you could do your job better.
When you went home you couldn't help but notice certain things. He wasn't here. Normally he was right there waiting in some dark corner watching over you or going behind you in crowded streets.
You didn't think much of it, thinking he finally stopped following you around like a lost puppy. You took a deep breath and stepped inside the building and made your way to the fourth floor. As you opened the door, you knew he was there, in your home that used to be your both.
You immediately noticed, but it wasn't for your cat, because he came to greet you as soon as you opened.
You knew he was here because he didn't follow you home. It was a strange thing for him to do, but you got used to it.
"How did you get in?"
You heard his chuckle and saw him step to the light of your living room.
"I don't want you here Joost. I made that clear." You said to him feeling confident, but that didn't mean you feared him any less.
"I didn't mean to scare you that night, you know?" He admitted and made his way slowly to you.
"Do you..." You began "Do you want me dead?"
He didn't answer that, you didn't expect him to. He looked at you and after so long, you finally saw something in his eyes other than emptiness. It was like he recognised you.
"Dead?" Joost asked and tilted his head to the side. "Y/n, I don't want you dead."
"Then why do you keep doing this? Why are you scaring me? Why did you kill that guy?"
"I love you, can't you see that?"
He looked desperate and ashamed of himself. Like he didn't recognise himself too. Looking down he pulled you closer by your waist and put his head on top of yours. He squeeze your waist and then whispered.
"You don't get it, I had to do it."
"Why?"
"Because of you. For you."
Now it was your turn to be quiet. Too scared to say something. You didn't return the hug he was holding you in and he noticed. You closed your eyes as you felt them fill with tears of psychical pain and regret for someone's life they couldn't live.
"No, it was always going to end this way."
This only made him hold you closer and harder. You took a deep breath and whispered.
"It doesn't have to end this way."
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Don't copy or translate my work. Also the picture is not mine, credit goes to owner.
A/n: idk how I should feel about this... it's not edited so... :))
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one of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.
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me when the READER in the X READER has a name:
like babe the fic ate but i do NOT look like an Aurora🙁
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stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women
"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!
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said she wanted five guys she aint talkin about burgers
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pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink
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