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my pronouns are he/him and i usually go by rye, but i love pet names and anyone can call me anything honestly

i’m really into the pitt(obvi) but i also like abbott elementary, the dc universe, i love hockey(specifically the carolina hurricanes and san jose sharks), i watch a lot of yt, and i listen to a lot of music(specifically malcolm todd, beabadoobee, stuff like that + rock music lol)

video games i like are mainly stardew valley, slime rancher, animal crossing, a bunch of mario games, shit like that. so if i start posting stardew stuff, don’t mind it

my asks are open and don’t be shy if you wanna talk, i’m so open to it. i’ve seen other tumblr’s where ppl are dirty talking through the ask thing and it’s so fucking hot (i’m a sub so if you wanna dom me through my asks, go ahead 😛)

dni if you’re a minor, homophobic, transphobic, racist, or any of those things

this is really just for me to write drabbles(or full fics if i feel like it) about shit i’m obsessed with at the moment

being two-face's 'sidekick' had it's ups and downs. you'd notice him acting a little off recently. he started to mutter to himself, or his other half, while staring at you. you never said anything though, you thought maybe he was plotting some new evil scheme against batman.

that was until he came up to you, his normal side all blushy. "hey, uhm, [reader], we… can we ask you something?" he sputters, unusually nervous.

you nod, listening intently. he was your boss, after all.

harvey sighs, fidgeting with his hands. before he could ask his important question, his voice changed as he talks again. "we wanna fuck you, pretty boy."

his eyes wide and his normal side flushes bright red. "no!! that's not what we meant, god i told you to shut up! what-what we meant to say… was can we take you on a date? a-a dinner?" he says, tilting his head to look at you.

you pause, looking at harvey surprised. his words send a shock of heat down to your stomach. your boss… liked you?

you smile and nod. "yeah… i'd like to go out for dinner with you. that'd be nice, harv."

harvey grins. the way you immediately agreed plus the nickname? he felt like he was in heaven.

his head turns and his burned side speaks again. "okay, how about this, sweetcheeks, we flip a coin, yeah? heads, we wait for the date. tails, we fuck ya right now." he says before pulling a coin out of his pocket.

you chuckle at how upfront he was and blush. the idea of having sex with him wasn't bad… either way, you'd be alright with it. you nod. "sure, harvey. flip your coin."

harvey's head turns and he looks at you almost frightened. "no!! i'm sorry, i can't control it sometimes, he-he speaks when he wants to, we don't have to do that if you don't want-"

his hand moves automatically, flipping the coin with his thumb. he watches it with bated breath as it lands in his palm.

you both look down at it.

it started with a small glitch. you didn't think anything of it. hell, you barely even noticed it!

you were on your computer, researching for something for one of your college classes, when a couple of the pixels on the screen turned green for a few seconds. that was all, and then back to normal. you sighed in slight annoyance, assuming that your old-ish computer was finally showing it's age and giving up on you.

but you were wrong. so very wrong.

it escalated a week afterwards. a pop up that wouldn't go away, your mouse lagging more than usual, even letters not matching what key you pressed. it was getting to the point of actually aggravation. it was making it hard to work on papers and schoolwork.

one night, while you were scrolling some random reddit thread or someone's blog about their travels, a new window popped up.

a lime green background with bright purple text. not the hardest to read, but you could manage.

It reads, 'I am something that starts with your eyes, grows when you're near, and leaves you craving more when we part. What am I?', with an answer box awaiting you to type.

You scoff and click the x at the top to escape the window, but it stays. in fact, another pops up with a small sad face.

That brings a small chuckle out of you and you click the answer box before typing, 'Desire'.

Green checkmarks flood the screen before another text box replaces the first. Same awful coloring.

'Great job, my love!! Seems you're smarter than I had thought! Care for another?'

Another riddle.

'I’m something you can catch but can never throw. What am I?'

You smile and shake your head, finding this hacker kind of cute.

You type, 'Feelings <3' and hit enter.

More checkmarks, just like earlier, before a new text box.

'Oh, darling, you're making me hot!! You're such a smart boy, aren't you? Answering my riddles so quickly. I'll contact you again soon, my love, I promise. Until then, sweet boy. — E.N.'