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3 TV Solutions You Probably Haven't Heard of for Your Living Room!

Introduction

In today's fast-paced world, where technology continues to evolve, finding the perfect TV solution for your living room can be a challenging task. With so many options available, it's crucial to stay informed about the latest advancements in the industry. Look no further! This comprehensive article will introduce you to three innovative TV solutions that you may not have heard of before. From cutting-edge features to enhanced viewing experiences, these options are designed to revolutionize your living room entertainment. Also, discover how Indian Renters can be the ultimate solution for all your TV needs on rent!

Factors to Consider: Selecting the Right TV Size

Choosing the right TV size for your living room depends on several factors, including the room's dimensions, seating arrangement, and personal preferences. Here are some key considerations to keep in mind:

1. Room Size and Viewing Distance

One of the crucial factors to consider is the size of your living room and the distance between the TV and the seating area. As a general rule of thumb, the TV screen size should be proportional to the viewing distance. For example, for a smaller room with a viewing distance of around 4 to 6 feet, a 40 to 55-inch TV would be suitable. On the other hand, for larger rooms with a viewing distance of 8 to 10 feet or more, a 65 to 75-inch TV or even larger would provide a more immersive experience.

2. Seating Arrangement

Consider the seating arrangement in your living room. Ensure that everyone in the room has a comfortable viewing experience without straining their eyes or neck. If you have a wide seating arrangement, you may want to consider a larger TV size or even multiple TVs strategically placed for optimal viewing angles.

3. Content and Usage

Think about the primary content and usage of your TV. If you mainly watch movies, sports, or play video games, a larger screen size can enhance your experience. However, if you primarily use your TV for casual viewing or as a secondary screen, a smaller size might suffice.

4. Aesthetic Considerations

Lastly, consider the aesthetics of your living room. Ensure that the TV size complements the overall design and doesn't overpower the space.

You can consider options such as wall mounting or choosing a TV with a slim profile to optimize space utilization.

1. The All-In-One Experience: Smart TVs

Gone are the days when a television was just a display for broadcast signals. With the rise of smart home technology, Smart TVs have become increasingly popular among homeowners. These televisions integrate advanced features, internet connectivity, and a user-friendly interface, offering an all-in-one experience.

Smart TVs come equipped with built-in Wi-Fi, enabling seamless connectivity and eliminating the need for external devices like streaming sticks or set-top boxes. You can access your favourite streaming platforms, browse the web, and even control other smart devices in your home, all from the comfort of your couch. Imagine the convenience of switching from watching your favourite TV series to dimming the lights or adjusting the room temperature, all with a few clicks on your Smart TV remote.

One of the leading providers of Smart TVs on rent is Indian Renters. Their extensive range of Smart TVs on rent combines stunning picture quality, immersive sound systems, and an intuitive interface, ensuring an unparalleled viewing experience. Check them out here.

2. The Future is OLED: Organic Light-Emitting Diode

When it comes to picture quality, OLED technology is second to none. Unlike traditional LED TVs, OLED TVs utilize organic compounds that emit light when an electric current is applied. This results in exceptional contrast ratios, deeper blacks, and vibrant colors, creating a visually stunning display.

OLED TVs offer individual control over each pixel, enabling precise dimming and illuminating only the necessary areas of the screen. This technology eliminates the need for backlighting, resulting in incredibly slim and lightweight designs. With their near-instantaneous response times and wide viewing angles, OLED TVs provide an immersive and lifelike visual experience.

Leading the way in OLED technology, Indian Renters offers a range of TVs on rent that deliver unrivalled picture quality. Whether you're watching a captivating movie or enjoying a thrilling sports event, every frame on their OLED screens comes to life, captivating viewers and enhancing their overall enjoyment. The vibrant colours and incredible depth provided by OLED technology will make you feel like you're part of the action, creating an immersive experience that goes beyond what traditional TVs can offer.

3. Beyond High Definition: 8K TVs

As technology continues to advance, the resolution standards of TVs have evolved as well. Enter 8K TVs, the future of ultra-high-definition entertainment. With four times the pixel count of a 4K display, 8K TVs offer unparalleled clarity and detail, providing an incredibly immersive viewing experience.

By delivering a higher pixel density, 8K TVs present images with exceptional sharpness, enabling viewers to distinguish even the finest details. Whether you're watching a movie, gaming, or enjoying your favourite sports events, an 8K TV can transport you to a new level of visual realism.

Indian Renters is at the forefront of 8K TV technology on rent, offering a diverse selection of 8K models that redefine the boundaries of image quality. Their commitment to pushing the limits of what's possible ensures that you stay ahead of the curve and experience entertainment like never before. Witness the breath taking clarity and lifelike visuals that 8K technology brings to your living room. Immerse yourself in the action and get ready to be blown away by the sheer level of detail that an 8K TV on rent Indian Renters can provide.

Conclusion

When it comes to finding the perfect TV on rent for your living room, Indian Renters stands out as the ultimate destination. Whether you're looking for an all-in-one Smart TV experience, breath taking OLED picture quality, or the next level of visual realism with 8K technology on rent, Indian Renters has got you covered.

Indian Renters is the go-to destination for convenient and flexible TV rentals in India. With their wide range of options, exceptional service, and cost-effective solutions, IndianRenters.com provides a hassle-free way to enjoy the latest TVs without the long-term commitment of purchasing. Whether you're a student, a professional, or someone who values flexibility, Indian Renters is the perfect solution for your TV rental needs.

Upgrade your living room entertainment with a rented TV from Indian Renters and enjoy the convenience, flexibility, and affordability that this service offers. Visit Indian Renters today, explore their extensive collection of TVs, and start experiencing the best of home entertainment without the burden of ownership. Indian Renters is your partner in bringing entertainment right to your living room, hassle-free.

[doesnotloveyou]

he literally didn't own any of those things they were on loan from the dept 😂 he was canonically broke/underpaid and he desperately needed trauma therapy starting with Vietnam, breezing through his estranged wife and son, his myriad disaster girlfriends, witnessed suicides/murders, manslaughter, survivor's guilt, and culminating in his dissociative identity disorder

if you offered me twice his salary I still wouldn't be him dear god it isn't worth it, caroline was right. sometimes i think he married caitlin just so he could live in a house again lol

Sonny Crockett from 80s Miami Vice lived my ideal lifestyle. It’s the only fictional character I’m jealous of like Don Johnson played him so iconically.

Sonny had great hair, lived on a luxurious yacht, had a pet alligator named Elvis, wore Versace and Armani suits everyday, drove Lamborghinis and Ferraris, had stylish friends, ate at the best restaurants in Miami, dated hot girls and lived in a place where the temperature is perfect all year round.

And all on a cop’s salary. Idk how he did it but it was the 80s I guess. When ppl say their life goal is to be a doctor or a lawyer I’m just like um I would rather be Crockett and feel my hair blow in the salty ocean breeze everyday. Miami Vice was The Influencer-esque show before all that was even a thing. It was like a high-end fashion catalogue and a rich lifestyle guide rolled into one.

[cherryredcheol]

just...suck?

tldr: you need him to what? mentions: dad!jeonghan, breastfeeding, nipple sucking (but not sexy(?)), reader can breastfeed but no gendered terms used. a/n: i have never been pregnant/breastfed. sorry if this is inaccurate. i have no idea where this came from this is not smut but DNI if you're under 18

“okay lovie, she’s down for a nap. which means we have about an hour before she wakes up again. what do you want to do? need a shower? want to watch tv? hungry?” jeonghan spoke softly, coming down the stairs into the living room, not looking up at you as he fiddled with the baby monitor in his hands. 

hana was just about 3 months old and although jeonghan had done everything he could to help, you were still your baby’s main source of nutrition and you were tired. and to top it all off you were pretty sure you had a clogged milk duct and it hurt. 

jeonghan looked up from the monitor when you didn’t answer and rushed to your side when he saw the tears in your eyes. “lovie, what’s going on? are you okay? what can i do?” he settled gently next to you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. 

“hannie,” your words were choked, voice thick with emotion, “i need you to do me a favor.” 

jeonghan nodded, “anything, lovie. name it and i’ll make it happen.” he waited for you to collect your thoughts, rubbing your back softly.

you sat up a few moments later, wiping at your eyes to catch the couple tears that fell, and let out a big sigh, “it’s quite possibly the least sexy thing ever, so please don’t laugh. i really need you.”

“lovie, anything you need, i’m here for.” he was looking at you so softly, all the love in the world held in his eyes. 

your face flushed before you even got the first word out, but you were brave and asked with your whole chest, “i have a clogged milk duct and it fucking hurts. can you please try to suck the clog out?”

if your chest didn’t feel like it was being stabbed every time you took a breath, you would’ve laughed at the look on jeonghan’s face. 

“um, yeah. sure.” jeonghan shook his head, as if clearing his thoughts. he’s not sure what he was expecting your favor to be but this certainly wasn’t it. he gestured vaguely to your chest, “you want me to just…suck?” he could feel the heat crawling up his neck. 

he’s not sure why he was so embarrassed. he’s done worse things to you than suck your nipple. hell, that was barely foreplay. but this was the first time since hana had been born that the two of you would have any kind of intimate touch beyond kisses. suddenly he felt like that young man he was when you two first met. back in his first apartment, his small room with beige walls that he paid way too much in rent for. 

you were a vision on his bed. usually silver-tongued, jeonghan was rendered speechless at the sight of you topless. he couldn’t believe his luck. he likes you so much. you get all his jokes and make even better ones, you’re so smart, and not to mention pretty. he’s pretty sure you were straight out of his dreams and here you were on his bed, in his room. his roommates had actually listened and made themselves scarce this evening so he could be alone with you. you’d only been on a few dates but he knew he was in it for the long haul with you. he could just tell. 

his eyes flashed back up to yours, shy smile on his face, “can i just…suck?”

you were positively pink, also shy suddenly, “if you don’t want to, it’s okay. i read online it’ll probably go away on its own.”

jeonghan took a deep breath and met your embarrassed eyes, “i’ll do anything for you, lovie.”

[adrienneleclerc]

First Date

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina Single Mom! Reader

Summary: Charles decides to take Y/N and Vidia out for dinner to celebrate his podium in the Canadian Grand Prix

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: so @barcelonaloverf1life commented say that they wanted more parts to “meet and greet” so I was thinking of writing a collection of one-shots that fit in the fanfic universe of Charles dating a single mom if you’re interested

Vidia and Y/N we’re in the hospitality waiting for Charles outside his driver’s room. He came out wearing jeans and a button down shirt.

“Oh, do I look okay for wherever you’re taking us?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, you look great. And so do you Vidia, can’t forget about the little princess. We could just go to a diner.” Charles suggested

“Don’t you have a diet to stick to?” Y/N asked

“They have salads there.” Charles said.

“But you NEED to try a milkshake.” Vidia said, tugging on Charles pants.

“I most certainly will try a vanilla milkshake.” Charles told vidia. They walked to the car that Charles rented. “Now I’m glad I rented a 4 person car.”

“Quick question, are you sure your team principal will be okay with you going out tonight?” Y/N asked.

“As long I make it on time for practice 3 and qualifying tomorrow, I’m sure everything will be fine.” Charles said. He unlocked the door, opening the back door to help Vidia get in, closed it, and opening the passenger door for Y/N to get it.

“Always the gentleman.” Y/N commented and Charles smiled, closing the passenger door and walking around to get to the driver’s side. “Where are we going?”

“NDG Lucheonette, been a few times before, I like the food.” Charles commented. Y/N texted her dad saying that her and vidia were going out to eat, Vidia took a nap on the car, 45 minutes later, they made it to the diner. Charles opened the door for Y/N and she went to wake up Vidia.

“Princesa, we’re here, let’s go.” Y/N said and Vidia nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car. Y/N held her hand as they entered the diner.

“Hello, table for three please.” Charles said and the hostess led them to their table. “So, Y/N, what do you do?”

“Oh I’m a baker.” Y/N said.

“Mami owns a bakery.” Vidia said.

“Really? How’s it like?” Charles asks

“You have to wake up early in order to bake, we provide pan dulce too, you know, like bread to eat with your coffee or hot chocolate.” Y/N explains.

“Conchas with hot chocolate is the best.” Vidia said “Mami has a lot of customers, she makes birthday cakes too.”

“Oh wow, you are a very accomplished baker indeed.” Charles said.

“I’m the best in my city.” Y/N said,

“I should stop by your bakery whenever I’m in New York.” Charles said.

“That would be great.” Y/N said, the waitress came and took their orders.

“And you vidia, what do you do?” Charles asked. Y/N loves that Charles is also engaging with her daughter.

“I’m in school, I watch tv, color, play with friends.” Vidia started.

“And when we get back to New York, you have to start the reading list the school gave you.” Y/N said.

“I Don’t like school.” Vidia grumbled and Charles laughed lightly.

“I didn’t like school either, but reading makes you smart like Matilda.” Charles said.

“Who’s Matilda?” Vidia asked and Charles looked at Y/N shocked,

“Yeah, she hasn’t seen the movie yet.” Y/N commented.

“Matilda is a little girl who reads a lot of books, is very smart, and gains the power to move things with her mind.” Charles explained and Vidia’s eyes widened.

“I want to move things with my mind!” Vidia exclaimed.

“Then I guess you need to read when we’re back home.” Y/N said. The milkshakes came first and then the food. The date went well, they were talking, Charles paid, but unbeknownst to everyone, there were F1 fans at the diner who recorded them together. They got into the car.

“I had a great time.” Charles said.

“Me too. By the way, congratulations on Monaco, can’t believe I haven’t said anything about it.” Y/N said.

“Thank you, you saw the race?” Charles asked.

“Of course.” Y/N said.

“Mami was crying.” Vidia commented.

“Did you really?” Charles asked.

“It was your first home race win, of course I was going to cry, all of Ferrari cried.” Y/N said.

“Well thank you, where’s your hotel?” Charles asked.

“I’ll just type it in,” Y/N said and she did just that. The drive was kinda quiet, just Charles’s playlist in the background until he made it to the front of her hotel.

“I hope it’s not too forward of me to ask for your number.” Charles said.

“Well you met my daughter and took us out on a date, asking for my number is definitely not too forward.” Y/N said, Charles unlocked his phone so Y/N could type in her number.

“Thank you, I’ll see you two tomorrow, call me in the morning so I can give you paddock passes.” Charles said.

“I will hold you to it. Vidia, mi amor, let’s go, we’re here.” Y/N said, getting out of the car while Vidia stirs awake. Y/N carried Vidia out of the car. “Text me, Charles, don’t make me regret giving you my number,”

“You won’t regret it, I swear.” Charles said, Y/N carries Vidia to the hotel room and her dad is awake watching TV.

“Como les fue?” Y/N’s dad asked. How’d it go

“Nos fue bien, Vidia está muy cansada la pobre.” Y/N said, laying vidia down in the bed. It went well, vidia is really tired, poor thing

“Me trajeron algo?” Did you bring me anything?

“No papi, lo siento.” Y/N said. She felt her phone vibrate and it was a text. Sorry

Unknown number: Hello Y/N, it’s Charles, hope you and Vidia have a good night.

Y/N smiles at her phone and replied back to him.

Y/N: Hello Charles, we hope you have a good night too. You need to be well rested if you’re going to be in pole again

Both Charles and Y/N went to sleep knowing that there might be a new relationship brewing.

The End

Hope y’all liked it, I’m sorry if it seems a little rushed

[loveandleases]

"Go fuck yourself." "Fuck me yourself, you coward." for Cam?🤭

Looks like it's time to pick on Cam! Below the cut anon~ Alright, just a bit more.  A couple more feet and you can toss this old couch down and never move it again, ever.

“Ugh. Why the hell did I offer to help you?” Cam sits his side of the couch down, letting it rest along the top of the stairs.

Your end is somehow angled so that it’s stuck, with a bit of repositioning and a good push it could make it through the doorway.

“Do I need to remind you that I’m the one who agreed to help you?” beads of sweat cling to your face, only causing you even more annoyance.

“Shit, sorry. Lunch is on me.” He throws you a half-smile, fingers running along the side of the old bulky couch. The very couch that graced your Aunt Emma’s living room for the past ten years at least. It's the same couch Cam fell off when you two were playing tag and busted his lip. In fact, you’re pretty sure it’s the very couch that Cam…

Cam pushes a headband up into his hair, helping to keep the sweaty strands off his forehead. You did not doubt that Emma would be calling asking if you saw a headband on your way back home.

“Do you remember that episode of Friends?”

“No.”

He snickers, “Piv-“

“Nooo, no don’t do the voice, Cam. Come on, I’m tired.”

Cam raises his voice ever so slightly, “Piv-“he lifts his side again, motioning for you to move, and thrusts his hips against the side. “-ot!”

With one hard thrust the couch moves, just enough that you can finally get your hands back on your side and yank it through. Honestly, you didn’t think he had it in him. Who knew he had that kind of…thrusting power?

“Remind me again why I rented an apartment without an elevator.”

It takes you a couple of minutes to get resituated and able to lift it back up. “Because you wanted to live near Em, plus it’s close to Uni, and-“

“Yeah, yeah alright. I get it, next time talk me out of it. I don’t care if you have to smack it out of me.”

“You really giving me a free pass to smack you right now?”

Cam narrows his eyes at you, causing you to snicker as the two continue down the hall. Passerby grumbling as you shuffle the last bit down the hall to Cam’s door. Once the two of you finally get it in both of you drop your ends, you flop on the couch groaning as Cam goes to retrieve some bottles of water from the fridge.

“So, whadya think?” Cam flops down on the couch beside you, his weight causing the couch to dip and causing him to slide next to you and almost in your lap.

You take a few gulps of water before allowing yourself a look around the apartment. Even with just a couch in it, the studio is relatively small. The only real wall in it just separates the bathroom from the rest. But it was Cam’s, if that’s good enough for him then that’s good enough for you.

“It’s cute. I can picture it now, a big TV right there,” you kick your leg out toward the opposite wall, “and a pile of clothes right there.” Jerking a finger behind you Cam gives you a sheepish smile at the small pile of clothes already stacked in the corner.

“Alright smart ass. It has the essentials. It might not be in the best part of town but at least it’s close to what matters.”

Cam watches as you walk over to the pile of clothes, picking through meticulously. When you finally settled on one, you begin to pull your shirt off and toss it in a separate pile, he grumbles something under his breath and averts his gaze as you join him.

“Noo,” your voice takes on a teasing tone, clasping your hands together as you bat your lashes at Cam. If there was ever a time to tease him, it was now after you helped lug that couch from Em’s to here. He could count it toward your payment since lunch wasn’t here. “did you really move here to be closer to me?”

Cam clicks his tongue, pushing you softly allowing his hand to linger on your arm. “In your dreams.”

“Oh, I bet I’m in plenty of your dreams, can’t say I blame you.” You shoot him a wink which only causes Cam to groan in return.

“Oh go fuck yourself.”

It was almost laughable at how easy he was making this for you, as you placed a hand on his arm and yanked him closer against you. The smirk you gave him was all too familiar and as soon as it’s on your face Cam’s brows shoot upwards.

“With how hard you thrust against the couch earlier, you should fuck me yourself, coward.” You begin to laugh, not aware of how Cam’s eyes widen, and his mouth drops open. As if he’s trying to find the words to say but nothing is good enough.

The blush that creeps onto his cheeks along his freckles causes you to cackle and only causes Cam to drop his head placing it against the crook of your neck to hide his embarrassment.

[why-the-heck-not]

it's the year 2037 and a new month is ahead of you!! Time to spend 90% of ur paycheck today for all the subscription services that are pretty much necessary now (Your bank takes "payment fee" out of everything bill u pay, so u gotta pay some bucks extra for each) !! Your grocery store has a membership card that u have to pay for, if you want to even get inside. No way to get any movies/tv-shows/music without streaming services. The appliances in ur home are subscription-based usage fee (under the guise of "well, the software updates, u gotta pay and also have no option to opt out"), and most of the things you own, you basically just rent & never have the chance of ever paying enough to actually own them. You missed a payment and ur smart-fridge stopped working. You're trying to find a not-smart, non-AI fridge, but those are super expensive, and only for the rich who claim moral superiority over regular ppl bc "they don't use any of that brain-rotting AI-technology". You're trying to choose whether to use your coffee machine or your microwave for the month bc you can't afford to pay for both of those subscription fees this month. You've already used your monthly picture limit in your phone, and would have to update your subscription package for a more expensive one, if you wanted to take more

[lightwing-s]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢𝐢 ; 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

pairing: jason todd x fem! reader

summary: since your last encounter, jason has been living rent free in your head. you didn't want to, you needed more, and more found you in an unexpected way.

rating: 18+ (MDNI)

word count: 7,6k warnings: yn's dirty thoughts, sex, p in v, language, breast play,

a/n: i got lazy and gave up proof reading (again). i also got too excited and ended up writing a lot more than planned, but hey, i got to watch 'the devil wears prada' to write this, so it's a win!! Hope you enjoy it and see you in chapter four.♡♡♡

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡

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“And the Blades are offside! Still no score here in Seattle, as the Gotham Blades and the Kraken face off in…” announced the caster excitedly, the game going on without Yn paying a dime of attention.

Sunday blues had gotten to you. Following an unusually chilly summer night, rain came pouring down just as you’d arrived home, covering the entire city in a dome of dullness and melancholy. Laying on your stomach, the living room darkened by the closed blinds, and the game on tv a long forgotten past time, the images of the previous night still loomed in your head.

‘Why did you do it, Yn?’, was the question clouding your mind the entire day. ‘Why did you do it?’ 

Why did you allow yourself to go to bed with the guy you despised? Why did you have those feelings in the first place? It was confusing. Everything about Jason was confusing. You never liked each other, and yet he’s all sweet and nice to you all of a sudden. He’s taking you to the hospital. He’s making sure you’re not alone. He takes you home, makes you food in the middle of the night. All after being an asshole for the past two months.

Why did he change?  When did he change? Was he always like that but you never paid attention to, or was it just a play, a trick he’s trying to pull in your mind? Is he trying to confuse you purposely, trying to play with your mind? He wouldn’t, would he?

It if wasn’t for the knocking on your door, you’d continue to torture yourself for the next few hours. Thoughts of Jason and his fucked up game flooding your mind. You heard the knocking again, groaning loudly, not wanting to leave the warmth of the sofa. But the sweet voice calling your name made you do it.

“Thank god, you’re alive!” Nessie sang, throwing her hands up in the air. Her words did not match her expression, however, painted in the most perfect mix of anger, worry and bad hangover. “Where were you?!” she asked, and you too repeated that same question at her.

“I looked for you all over the party!” you answered exasperated.

“Me too!” she informed. “I looked for you all over and Sammy said he saw you leaving with a guy behind you and that you were pissed drunk. I was fucking worried!”

“Sammy means bullshit,” you angrily replied, storming back to the sofa as you let your neighbor and friend close the door behind her, knowing full well this conversation would last long. You threw yourself on your previous seat, pulling your blanket over your legs and crossing your arms on your chest like a little child. 

“So, you didn’t leave with a guy?” she questioned, one eyebrow raised at you and a concerned expression adorning her face. “I swear to God, Yn, and I’m not even religious. If anyone did anything to you, I swear I’ll…”

“We didn’t do anything!” you basically screamed, feeling as if the room conspired against you. You could feel the tears burning your eyes, threatening to fall out. You’d hoped you would be able to hide it. Leaving it a secret from the world could mean it was never real to begin with.

“So, there was someone?” she kept her eyes on you, sensing there was something more to it. Watching your usual polished self start to crumble into a nervous mess. You wanted to deny, gaslight your way out of this. But Nessie was smart, and she knew you. She could read all your signs and tell instantly none of your words spoke the truth.

There was nothing you could do. You were now on a crossroad where any direction, any ideas, wouldn’t take you anywhere. You had to spill it. “I couldn’t find you and Jason had helped me look…”

“Jason the hot guy you were pining after?” she cut you off, her face suddenly changing from concern to slightly but mild excitement.

“I was not pining after anybody!” you argued, trying once more to clear her mind out of these stupid ideas. “He was helping me look for you, and since you weren’t anywhere to be found he took me to his apartment because he was worried about leaving me alone, okay? He was nice and sweet, but nothing else happened. Nothing!”

Nessie sat silently beside you on the sofa, staring at you blankly while she absorbed all the information you ‘d thrown at her. Under your breath, you prayed she’d stop there, that she’d be satisfied with your answer. Unfortunately, God didn’t hear your prayers. “Nothing?” she whispered, a knowing smirk appearing in her face.

You had to let out a scream, muffling it with a pillow as you did not want anyone else trying to snoop in this mess of a situation. “Nothing,” you tried to argue once again, but her beaming smile and amused expression broke you all over, forcing your eyes to roll out in annoyance. “I basically threw myself on him.”

“Oh my god!” that bitch dared to be amused.

“I couldn’t keep my hand off of him, and we… w-we…” you trailed off, not wanting to finish your sentence, but your friend finished it for you. You fucked.

“Were you drunk?” she asked, a tinge of concern returning to her tone.

“I wish,”

“Was it that bad?” she wondered. “You’re acting like this is the end of the world, but you just had sex with the hot guy you were pining all over. What’s the big deal?”

“I was not pining over him!” you screamed again, and exasperatedly continued. “And what’s the big deal? He’s a biker gym rat who’s probably got no jobs or hobbies outside going to the gym. He’s covered in tattoos and probably uses tons of drugs, and guys like that could never be proper partners and will always lead you to trouble.”

“Gosh, you were planning your wedding then?” she blankly responded.

“What the fuck? No!” you were getting progressively irritated. It sounded that, to her, this all didn’t pass as more than a simple joke, not seeing the serious issue within it. “He’s just not the kind of guy I’d like to see myself mixed with. My parents warned me a-about guys like this…”

“Oh! So, this is about your parents then?” Nessie concluded, missing the point once more.

“It’s not about them!” you shook your head. You tried to come up with something, to continue your statement, but your mouth opened and closed without anything coming out of it. Sighing deeply, you felt your energy levels start to drain. “This always happens.”

Thinking back at countless similar situations, you watched your friend’s eyes turn softer. An awaiting glint in her eyes for the story to continue. “Every time I get upset over them, when they make me mad, I just… Explode? I go out and do something stupid, something that I know would piss them off, because…”

“You want them to explode?” she cut you, more an assumption than a question. “You want them to be just as mad at you?”

Combing your fingers through your hair, you stop and wonder. You let her words sink in, a lightness over being finally understood and finally understanding yourself overcoming you. It often scares you how well she knew and understood you with just a couple years of knowing each other, but maybe that was just the three semesters of Psychology lessons speaking.

“I always end up doing something stupid that I shouldn’t have done,” your voice softened a reply.

“So, you’re saying your parents were right, then?” she inquired once more.

“That’s not it, Nessie, I-I…” you stammered. “Oh my god, please let’s move on from this subject.”

By this point, you’d already messed up your hair from how much you had nervously combed your fingers through it. There was a small lump forming on your throat, and your hands were clasped on your face, shielding your eyes from your surroundings.

“So…” Nessie started. “Was he good?” Your head snapped quickly in her direction, eyes wanting to scold her but smile failing to do the same. Failing to hold corners of your lips, you allowed the smile to spread and rolled your eyes at her apparent enjoyment. “Was he big?”

You let out a snort at the inappropriate question, but filled her in. Mouthing a ‘thick’ back at her, she let her mouth hang open, closing her eyes in deep dirty wonder. ‘How much?’ she mouthed in return, and you scanned the room for something that could resemble his majestic girth, deciding upon signaling by holding your ankles with both your hands. Perhaps an exaggeration, but you’d let her sleep with that “lie” in mind.

Her mouth formed an ‘oh’, shocked at your response, and you could swear that just thinking about it was making you a little bit wet. You proudly nodded at her, perhaps too proud of it now. Proud of the incredible achievement of taking it all in.  

“How big?” she bobbed one eyebrow up, challenging. You gave her a demonstration, placing your closed fists on top of each other. He wasn’t the biggest, but he compensated with girth. Gosh, stop thinking about him! “Lucky girl.”

“You wish,” you laughed.

“I definitely do now.”

It had been almost three weeks since you’d last seen him. Rearranging your entire schedule, you organized your new routine with the sole purpose of avoiding him at all costs. From the months you’d met him almost daily at the gym, you’d come to know what times he liked to train at: very early mornings, the start of the evening or just as the gym was about to close. Thus, making the process of building up a new schedule a lot easier.

Sure, it might’ve been a stretch to go this far to avoid him. And maybe your new routine was kind of terrible and actually sort of hindered your days. But those were measures you needed to take in order to keep yourself sane. You didn’t know what you’d do if you saw him again.

In fact, your days seemed to have gotten longer, as you spent more hours in traffic. However, the lack of Jason in your daily life seemed to have increased your happiness and tranquility. You didn’t have to worry about him being around you, ready to drop something on you at any moment. And living without his often sarcastic and teasing remarks was so less stressful. It felt like, for once, you could live your life without a shadow haunting your days.

Life at work was also simpler. Since your boss had decided that the American dating scene wasn’t for her, and instead started looking for a husband at different European social gatherings, she had been out quite often, spending her weekends away in Monaco, Paris or Milan, and missing many work days. 

That left you with more time to write. It has always been your favorite thing to do, writing away your thoughts on a paper, even if it never made it out of your notebook. 

Ideally, you wouldn’t be working as an assistant. But that was the best you could do after graduation, having to find a job quickly before your father dragged you out of Gotham definitely. It certainly wasn’t perfect, but it allowed you to keep in touch with the area you desired to work on. Even better, you got to watch the life of an editor in chief right in front of your eyes.

It was the middle of the week, the day passing by slowly as you walked left to right through different rooms and floors to get whatever your boss needed done before today’s shoot. With summer approaching its end, ideas for the upcoming fall issues were thrown around, and now Sandra, your boss, was dead set that she needed at least something done by the end of the week.

 Packing up your things and throwing them into your messenger bag, you hurriedly walked out from behind your desk right as Sandra was passing by. Following her footsteps, you two made your way out of the tall and imposing building of Wayne Publications.

“Did you get the samples I asked for yesterday?” she questioned, head glued forward, not moving to look at you.

“Yes, I do in fact,”  you replied, handing her the thin deep blue sketchbook. “I made a collage for each designer with the pictures, just as you’d asked. Gio Waters had given me some when I interviewed her, and Nadia and her sister emailed me their looks this morning.”

You explained the process as you two continued to walk, people moving away from the infamous Runway Magazine’s editor in chief. “The collection isn’t finished, but it’s really interesting, I think you’ll like it. Everything is in there. A-and… Arkham’s Neglect…”

“Arkham’s Neglect?” she wondered out loud, facing moving slightly to show you the corners of a raised eyebrow.

“They’re this 80’s punk, anarchist, counter culture, all of… that, inspired new brand. They think the name sets forward the message they want to spread,” you explained the unusual group you sure found interesting while interviewing.

“And that message is…?” she prolonged her question.

“Only God knows,” you exhaled. Stopping in front of the building, where a lavish black car was parked awaiting her entrance, she finally turned back to face you.

“Yn,” she called you softly. “If you want me to take your idea seriously, you have to make more effort than this.” The clicking sound of her heels ceased as she entered the car, the door left open for you to close and circle around the vehicle to enter from the other side.

Working for Sandra was like working for Miranda Priestly, only it was actually nice. It’d started working for her even before you graduated college, and although very… honest with her words, she was always kind enough to at least listen to your ideas once in a while.

So hearing that feedback from her was kind of heart shattering. She had finally given you an opportunity to write something, not just carry her things around and take her meeting notes. Write. And you had been working harder than ever in it, using all of your free time on preparing, planning and writing it.

The car ride was quiet for a while, as you tried to free your mind from the self doubt she’d cast upon you. Sandra typed rapidly on her phone, and by the smile on her face you knew she must have been texting her new Italian boyfriend. So, you waited till she was done typing, eyes leaving the screen to resume your talking.

“Ibra messaged earlier saying everyone was ready and waiting at the studio. Stephanie, the photographer Mr. Wayne recommended, was already set. He said they are ready to start as soon as we get there,” you finished with a gulp, and knowing you well, Sandra turned to look at you.

“And what?” she questioned, voice monotone.

“One of the male models bailed out last minute, ” you informed, her fingers snapping to pinch the bridge of her nose. “He said they were trying to find him.”

“Or a replacement,” she cut you off.

“A replacement, of course.”

Sandra simply nodded in response, and resumed her incessant typing. You prayed she wasn’t sexting with the guy again, and to avoid another embarrassment, focused your eyes on the damp streets of Gotham. Grabbing your phone, you messaged one of the other assistants at the studio to let them know you’d need to find someone else to fill the empty spot.

As you made your way to the glass doors of the studio, you watched the people inside frantically move around, readying themselves for the grand arrival of Sandra Bevilaqua. Upon setting her Louboutin clad feet in the room, they all stopped. The Sandra effect.

“Ibra!” she called out for her favorite art director, and a tall and slender man came out from behind a white set of curtains and walked to her, giving her a quick embrace before turning to you with a brief acknowledgement.

Then, Ibra and Sandra stepped away from you, deep in discussion about the photoshoot at hand, and you took that as your cue to stay back and have a small break after the incessant running being Sandra’s assistant took. You needed coffee anyway.

You scanned the room looking for the small table that usually contained tons of cups filled with nectar of the gods to the brim. Warm and delicious. Finding the table just in a corner, close to the industrial style floor to ceiling windows. By the table stood a girl not much younger than you, camera in hand, and stealing a few snacks that were also placed on it.

“They got this Brazilian thing, they call it coxinha, I think. You should try that one, they’re really good” you suggested, taking a large cup that had ‘macchiato’ written on it as she turned to see you, a beaming smile on her face.

“I already got some of them,” she laughed, pointing to the napkin tucked inside her jacked pocket filled with those little snacks, and you had to let out a giggle too.

While she continued her nibbling and picking at the snacks on offer, you distracted yourself with the not unusual studio, a place you’d come to know now fairly well since starting to work at Runway. A few models recognized you too, waving hello and moving on with their preparations.

Being part of this world was quite insane, to be honest. You grew up having to hide your magazines under your bed because according to your religious parents it taught young girls to be “depraved” and “promiscuous” and not “wife material”. When you got the opportunity to work for them, you had to lie, and you still did, telling your parents you worked for Gotham Times instead.

You were too lost in thinking, watching the traffic move down the street, that you forgot you still had some work to do.

“Yn,” one of the other assistants ran to you. “Have you found the replacement?”

“I told you to find it!” you whisper-screamed, not wanting people to know you still had problems in your hand.

“I thought you would do it. You said…”

“Find a new model,” you repeated your text harshly at her.

“I-I thought y-you just sent it to me to remember to do it later,” she told you. Fucking stupid girl, you wanted to scream out, because you had something around ten minutes to start the shoot and one model still missing. But you were once in her spot, and you knew how upset she’d get after. 

So you took your coffee and planned to walk out of the room in search of a model, even if you had to beg people on the street to do it. However, you didn’t count on someone blocking your way out, nearly causing you to drop your coffee if he wasn’t fast enough to hold the cup for you.

“Careful there,” he smiled, but your face turned to a frown as soon as you recognized the dark hair and the sky blue eyes. “Hello, love. Didn’t let it spill on you this time,” Jason winked, trying to initiate a conversation, a smugness set on his face. 

Rolling your eyes, you removed your cup out of his grip, and bumping on his shoulder, walked away. Beelining to the corridor, you pulled your phone out and proceeded to search for the several phone numbers you’d be calling for the next few minutes. As you tried to think of what to say, rehearsing the words in your head, the blue eyed man would flock in instead, slowing your work down tremendously. But you had bigger problems to solve.

As you had anticipated, for the past ten minutes you had your phone glued to your ear, having called dozens of different modeling agencies begging them to send you someone, something, to save you. However, the best they could give you was “We can try, but it’s too last minute”. Well, fuck them. Now, you were about to run into the streets and start begging people to model for a fashion magazine.

“Yn!” you heard the soft yet powerful voice of your boss calling. Running back inside, you spotted her chatting with Ibra in the middle of the room. “Have you found a replacement?” she asked as soon as you arrived beside her.

“Errm… The agencies said it’s too last minute to find someone,” you offered, already awaiting reprimand.

“How come… How are we supposed to start the shoot then? Ibra!” she called Ibrahim again, words starting to just jump out of her mouth, something she rarely did, but that only happened when she was truly exasperated.

“We can start shooting the other models until Yn…” here it comes. “... finds someone else to fill the spot, yah?” he looked at you, eyes begging you to comply, and you did so, nodding incessantly as Sandra smiled away, happy with the option presented by the art director.

With a deep breath, you took another look around, tried to find something to distract yourself for just a moment. Mind working at a high voltage, you felt like you needed to decelerate, to take one, two, three breaths till your mind could start working again. The stressful situation making you instantly uneasy.

Your distraction came in the form of the raven haired demon, chatting happily with the blonde photographer you’d spoken to earlier. It then came to you dozens of questions about that situation. Why was Jason here in the first place? You’d only ever found him at the gym and at parties, and you honestly didn’t know what the hell he did for work, but he certainly didn’t work at anything related to this. This was your job, you knew everybody. He was never around before, unless…

Unless he knew the photographer.

She was beautiful. Long blond hair, eyes as blue as his, and an enchanting smile even you couldn’t deny. Were they together? She did seem a lot younger, but it’d be just like the type of guy he is to go after fresh, young babes. Urg. You hated him. Were you one of his young babes? Were just a dumb little fuck?

Urg. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. Instead, you opted for burning holes in his head with your eyes, glued to the scene ahead of you. He was laughing, laughing, with her, like you were all a joke. If everything was… Stop, Yn. You won’t get mad at him. You won’t. But the ache in your heart told you otherwise.

“Yn?” Sandra snapped her fingers before your eyes, breaking you from your trance. “What are you doing? Have you figured it out already?”

“Hmmm… I’m still thinking,” you gave a half-assed reply. Your eyes lingered from her to the boy stuck in your head. And she must have been following your gaze, because her own head snapped to the two inappropriate flirts chit chatting on the corner. A bright smile forming on her red lips.

“Perfect,” she stated softly and took one step in their direction.

“Wait, no!” you screamed, pulling at her arm. “Jason isn’t a good idea.”

“You know him?” before you had the chance to fix your mess, she continued. “Have you seen him naked?”

You almost choked at her question, and could bet a million dollars your face must’ve turned red. “W-why would you think that? I don’t know him.” you lied, and she clearly saw through you, offering you a look adorned by her frowned eyebrows.

“You just told me his name, Yn. We’ll be needing him to pose shirtless for the shoot. We are, after all, doing a “Sculpted Bodies” issue. And he looks to be pretty muscular.” Taking her glasses from where they stood hooked to her neckline, she placed it on her nose to take a better look at the man in question, returning her walk in his direction. “Don’t tug at my arm again, you’re not my child and call Ibra to find this man a new outfit. Hey, you?”

She screamed, and like a magnet, all eyes were on the scene.

“Jason, isn’t it? Yn here told. We are in need of a new male model, would you go back there and change?” she let him no, offering him no other option.

“Jason can’t,” you tried to argue, and his eyes snapped to your frame.

“Why not?” he asked, smugness still prevailing on the way he talked to you. “I’d love to.”

“That would be an awesome idea,” the blonde photographer chimed in.

“Of course you think so,” you gave her a forced smile, holding yourself together to not roll your eyes in front of your boss. “He has work.”

“I do not,” he scoffed, looking you straight in the eyes.

“Perfect!” Sandra clapped. “Ibra honey, find this beautiful piece of man a new outfit.”

Turning around, Sandra walked away, the blonde photographer you didn’t even care to remember the name following suit, swaying her hips as she strolled on the wooden floor. Moving your face, you found Jason’s eyes still lingering on your, a dark smirk plastered on his face.

“Please, don’t,” you asked, almost begging if you weren’t too proud.

“Why?” his question was filled with amusement. “Your boss said it herself. I’m perfect.

“You’re ruining my day,” you hissed through gritted teeth. In an attempt to look intimidating, your closed wrists rested on your waist, but there was no way you could ever frighten Jason.

“Why? Can’t stand the sight of me for too long, love?” he now whispered dangerously close to your face. Hoarse voice making you shiver. “Didn’t think I’d noticed you avoiding me at the gym?”

“Someone here is paying a lot of attention to me, it seems,” you hit him back. You prayed no one around noticed your interaction, because they would see clearly that there was something going on between you two.

“I wasn’t the one staring, was I?” he deadpanned. If any of you moved an inch, your noses would be touching, and probably much else would follow. Gathering all your strength, you pulled back.

“Fuck you,” you whispered before moving away.

“Already did,” he bit back a smile, walking past you towards Ibrahim to go and get changed. His own hip swaying left to right as he walked, the movement hypnotizing you as he went.

Soon enough, all models were positioned on stage, barely sporting any clothes bar some thin skin toned underwear, transparent fabrics or one single piece of garment. Jason, in all his glory and toned chest, wore a pair of white boxer underwear that left evident the not so little friend he owned down there.

One makeup artist had bathed his chest with some kind of oil, sliding her dark blue nails over his entire torso. In clear fuck boy behaviour, a shadow of a smile loomed his face when he looked at her through his lashes. You felt a muscle on your jaw jolting at the interaction, deciding that you’d had enough, and would be much better off attending to something else.

You tried the coffee table, but not even a sweet macchiato could clear your mind of the man you fucked and wished would desintegrate. Through the corner of your eye, you dared to steal one more look at him, only to find his eyes already set on you. Even from afar, you noticed them darkening, changing their essence to something that left you uneasy. In desperate need of air.

Truth be told, this man rented a four story penthouse with three hundred bedrooms in your mind since the night you’d slept over at his. Occupying a space that once was free to help you function properly, but now, you were a horny mess 90% of the day. Yes, you touched yourself to his picture lingering in your memory countless times since that day. And each one of them made you feel better than the other.

However, none of them had you feeling as good as he had made you feel that night. None of them had his touches to drive you wild, or gave you the feel of his tongue on your nipples. None of them whispered dirty things in your ear. But more specifically, none of them made you come as much as he did in just one night.

Shaking those thoughts away, you averted your eyes from his and sat down on a puffer chair, watching the photoshoot with an empty head. The group shot was done, as Stephanie, as you remembered, dismissed the other models to start on the individual shots. And to no surprise of yours, she had Jason shoot first.

He posed and flexed his muscles to her loud cheers and claps, letting out laughs and hypnotizing smiles you found yourself hooked to. Their partnership was evident, as Jason understood her words and requests promptly, and you had to admit she seemed to know just which angles and positions he’d look hotter.

Sandra and Ibra watched the little show just attentively as you did, but you were sure the thoughts in your head never crossed theirs. Giving short jumps, and faking boxing punches, he turned the playful shoot into something more intense. His eyes, eyebrows and his whole demeanor change drastically, to now exuberate this dense, dark, sensual, almost pornographic, aura.

He lowered the hem of his underwear a bit, showing you the trail that had driven you crazy the last time you peered at it. Now, it was on full display to you, and you had to bite down at your lip to hold in the moan you wanted to let out. He turned around, showing you his back, with his side profile setting up what you already thought would be the perfect picture. You wondered if any of your marks could be seen on his back, if Stephanie could see them from up close.

Your breathing hitched, and you had to cross your legs and feel just a bit of friction there to pull yourself back together.

The music in the studio shifted. The dark, sexy tunes of The Weeknd turned into the more upbeat pop rock sound of SZA’s F2F, a surprise to you, given the feel and themes of the photoshoot, but something that totally spoke to you in this moment of your life.

You couldn’t take him out of your mind, you thought of him until you fell asleep. You wondered if he planned on making Stephanie the girl for tonight. Or worse, if he’d already done it, done her. It had been a while since that night, he wouldn’t take that long to find someone else to fuck like he did to you. Fuck like he fucked you.

The thought made you feel nauseous.

Just as the next line began, the sudden realization of your feelings hit you like a train. The need to be slammed against a wall, picked up and fucked like you would never need your legs again, justified by the light blue shade indicating your ovulating period on your tracker app. That explained everything, you thought, finding the only possible way you could ever be this crazy about a man.

When Miss SZA said ‘Now I’m ovulating and I need rough -’, that was it. No truer words were ever spoken. Just his presence was enough to make your thoughts incoherent, but having him doing all those poses and stares was driving you insane. Oh, how it sucked to be a woman in heat!

You didn’t realize you bit your lips until the silvery taste of blood hit your tongue, and you averted your eyes from him to instead stare at your own nails. Afraid that if your eyes lingered on him for much longer, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself.

When Stephanie’s voice trapped your attention to something the distance didn’t let you decipher, you felt a tightness in your chest. A weird feeling of fear, anxiety and desire mix together, as Jason refocused his sight on you, walking slowly in your direction. His man tits bounced as he walked, perfectly muscled, and perfectly fit for the photoshoot.

Where were you with your head, you thought. There was no way Sandra would have ever listened to your nonsensical words, he was clearly perfect for that. His body was perfectly sculpted, as if he was handmade by Michelangelo himself, and perfectly decorated by his countless tattoos. 

You assessed him. Up and down. Every inch, every single detail. Eyes lingering longer than you should, as he walked to you slowly. His eyes darker than you remembered, the bright blue turning deep. His body moved light, lighter than a feather it seemed, as if he glided instead of walk. Everything in him screamed godlike, and you licked your lips as your mouth seemed to dry. Still focused on you, he licked his own lip, making you feel…

Yn. What are you doing?

Breaking away from your thoughts, your eyes widened from the realization of what your mind was doing to you, rushing away from your. Out of the room, out of the building, out of here. You felt your heart race, speeding faster than a Formula 1 car. The air trapped in your lungs, making it harder to breath.

“Ouch,” you heard someone complain from behind you, as you closed the door without looking and sprinted towards one of the corridors. “Yn!” you heard his voice call, but you could not stop. Fuck, why is he here?

Taking a corner, you found a door leading to some outside area when Jason’s grip stopped you from taking any step further.

“What the fuck did I do to you?” he questioned bitterly. You had to roll your eyes at that. What haven’t you done?

You tried to remove yourself from his grip, but he was insistent. “What the fuck did you do to me?” you laughed sarcastically, finding amusement at his clueless question. “God you’re fucking infuriating.”

Turning around, you forced his hold off, but you were playing yourself if you ever thought you could fight him. You basically dragged him along, but in reality he didn’t move an inch. He was heavier and stronger than any weights you pulled at the gym.

“Oh, you leave my apartment like a mad woman. Did everything so you wouldn’t have to face me for weeks and tried to sabotage a job opportunity, and I am the one who’s infuriating?” he spat out. His face getting red from anger.

“Haha, you were not even supposed to be here!” you spat in return.

“Oh, so am I not supposed to support my little sister?” he inquired. You went quiet.

His sister. His fucking sister. How stupid were you. “You’re ruining my job,” you tried to find an argument. Something to fight him back.

“I saved your job right there!” His eyes grew large, burning into yours. He wasn’t wrong, but he also wasn’t particularly right.

“Let me go! You’re hurting me,” you nearly cried out, wanting to flee this situation desperately. He let you go, and in his eyes, for the brief moment you dared to look in them, you found a shadow of guilt.

With heavy footsteps, you made a beeline to the door, feeling the lump on your throat tightening. 

“You can’t take that night off your head too, can you?” he voiced, and you had to stop. He was thinking of it too, all this time. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself down. Swans, rainbows, blue ice cream, new skin care products. Anything good thoughts to take him, this, out of your brain.

“You’ve been thinking of it all day. All night,” he continued, his voice sending shivers down your spine. You felt him behind you, a looming shadow above your small frame. “My lips on your neck. Your nipples,” he said, fingertips gracing your exposed arms. “My fingers inside you.”

Your eyes were closed. Picturing every scene, every word that left his mouth. He was right, you couldn’t shake him off your mind, but so couldn’t he. He was just as much stuck on it as you. You was just as much in his mind and he was in yours. Just as pathetic.

You felt his breath touch the skin on your neck, and his fingers pulling your hair out of your shoulders. “Me ripping you apart,” he whispered, voice carrying so much lust you had a hard time holding up.

You didn’t.

Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you noticed his heavy breathing. His oily chest rising and falling, almost touching your back. So close you felt the bulge in his underwear sliding against your bum. Beside you, you found a door.

Then, you made a promise. If the door was locked, you would leave him there, you would not look back. You’d forget everything and anything about Jason. However, if it was open…

It was. Opening into a small and empty room, you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. And then, looking at him from over your shoulder, you begged for confirmation. You begged him to say he felt it too. That he needed it too.

Bobbing his head to the side, he motioned towards the opened room, telling you to get in. You did.

As soon as Jason closed the door behind him, you pushed him against the wall, frantically searching for his lips and finding it in a desperate, needy kiss. You needed him, you were starving for him. You needed his lips, you needed the air in his lungs. His breath, his warmth, his hands all over your body. You needed every single piece of him he had to offer, because he’d been in your head all week long, making you mad, deconcentrated, a mess. And he needed to pay for all that.

Spinning you two around, Jason had you pinned against the wall. Your legs didn’t waste time before wrapping around his waist, and it took him no effort to find a place for his hands on your ass, holding you up and close. You kissed ferociously, hungrily. Your tongues battled each other, struggling for power. Your fingers at the nape of his neck tugged at the hairs and he moaned inside your lips. Just like the last time.

But unlike last time, you did not have time to waste.

Pulling his dick out of his underwear, you let your legs go from his waist to take off your jeans. “Someone is eager,” he joked.

“Shut up!” you snapped, bringing him back for another deep kiss. He stroked his penis and you could feel his hands moving close to your belly. Your naked ass hit the cold stone wall, and your body jolted a little. Pulling at your waist, Jason had you bent over a desk in no time.

He tickled your folds with his head, but your hands on his wrist told him you were not playing today. He slammed inside of you with no second thoughts, and you almost let out a scream if it wasn’t for his mouth slapping on your lips. You felt your insides burn, his girth ripping you open as he slammed his dick in and out of you with speed. His calloused hand smacked against the soft skin of your ass, letting out a loud sound around the room. You nearly cried, body shaking as the skin burned where he had hit.

The smell of sex filled the room, as the sound of him hammering against your juices echoed on the walls. Jason started grunting behind you, his throat releasing feral sounds that had you hitting your high in less than a minute. Not much later, you felt the warmth of Jason’s seed filling you up, and your mind freaked out for a brief moment before it was clouded again once he forcefully turned you around and tackled you in another kiss.

Sitting on the desk, you brought him closer by his penis, pulling it in yourself and starting to grind against his crotch. Jason let a laugh vibrate through your body, mouths still tangled together, holding tightly at your thighs and thrusting hard inside of you. He slid a hand inside your shirt, taking one of your breasts out of your bra and pressing it so hard a tear formed in your eye.

Whatever the hell you two were doing now felt incredible. Your mind was starting to go numb again, and the tightness you’d feel minutes earlier had already returned. You let out a few cries in Jason’s mouth, as his teeth picked at your bottom lip, making sure you’d leave here with them red and swollen.

He didn’t care if anyone notice you’d just fuck. He wanted to parade it around. The thought of everyone knowing he had you all fuck over in an empty room making his release shoot within you once again. However, he didn’t stop until he felt you wall clenching around him, milking all he had left as your own milk slid through your legs.

As you tried to steady your breath, Jason left pecks on your lips, cheeks, and eyes. God damn it, he loved your fucked out face, he loved you post sex glow. He loved…

You search for his lips. They were warm, and without them you felt cold. You felt him moving out of you, and the emptiness afterwards. He resumed his little pecks on your lips after he’d put his penis back inside his underwear, handing you yours to put back on. You took them, but instead of putting them on, let it hand over his shoulders and you pulled him into a deeper kiss.

This one, though, was passionate. Slow, careful. It made your stomach spin, and the butterflies get busy in your core. It was good, and you wanted to be in it forever. You wanted to…

No! A voice screamed in your head, and you pushed him away immediately. You do not have feelings for Jason. You do not.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jason asked, a hand on his lower lips taking you to the bite you’d just given it. 

“What the fuck is wrong with me?!” you screamed exasperated, putting your pants back on. “You are what’s wrong with me, Jason. You!”

“Me?! You’re the one who threw yourself on me,” he threw his hands up in defeat.

“After you kept putting things in my head…”

“Me? I keep… What the fuck do you have in that fucking head?” he cut you before losing his temper. You were truly something incredible.

“A brain. Something you lack, perhaps,” you replied harshly. “You keep making me do these stupid things.”

“I didn’t make you do anything, you know it well,” he stated, hands hanging on his hips, looking at you as if you'd just gone mad. Perhaps you really had. “Stop acting like an innocent little angel, because you’re nothing of it. Nothing!”

You let your mouth hang open, flabbergasted that he dared to say something like that. You know you were no angel, but he was completely missing the point. “That’s not it!”

“And what is it then?” he inquired, anger painting his face red once more.

“You’re just a fuck boy,” you screamed and he stopped in his tracks. “If you think I’d waste my fucking time in a lowlife like you, you’re just fucking wrong!” you spat out. The words had left your mouth before you could properly think of them, emotions taking over your thinking process. But they were out, and they hurt Jason more than he’d like to admit. It felt like something broke inside his chest, the shattered glass of what once was his heart.

“You’re the one who acts like a stupid spoiled bitch,” he returned, soon regretting it. Your eyes filled with water, and some tears fled without your consent. Those were the words that hurt you the most to hear. Not because they were new, but because you’d been told that countless times, to the point you actually believed it.

Opening the door with rage, you ran out of the room and stomped your way outside of the building. A single tear sliding down your face, the effort you put to keep the others in taking inimaginable strength. 

When you got to the reception, the other assistant from earlier noticed you coming her way. “Yn,” she called worriedly.

“Tell Sandra I’m heading out. I’m feeling sick.”

The cold wind welcomed you outside, forgetting everything you’d left in the studio to head home. You wanted to fall to the ground, curl up in a ball and cry your eyes out. Never have you felt this upset and frustrated. And it wasn’t even Jason’s fault. So you arrived home, threw yourself on the sofa, and allowed the tears to fall.

A single tear fell from your eye as you stared blankly at your bathroom door. You were curled up on the floor, hugging your knees against your chest, waiting for those damned three minutes to be over.

You were late. Weeks late. And anxious thoughts were starting to take over. You would be fucked. Your parents would kill you. It would ruin everything. You were too young, and you were just starting your career. It just can’t be happening. There was no way you could do it on your own. That was not part of the plan.

The lump in your throat only got tighter. Counting the seconds desperately, you missed the count dozens of times, but you were sure the wait was now over.

Forcing yourself to stand up, you take slow steps to your sink. Getting the white and blue stick in your trembling hands, you couldn’t bring yourself to look. Too afraid of the reality it could bring you.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Red eyes, puffy cheeks. You don’t even remember brushing your hair today. Taking a deep, prolonged breath, you take a look down. The eight letters showing on screen scaring you shitless.

Pregnant.

Oh, fuck!

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Out of Our Minds (Part Two)

Ledger! Joker x f! reader (18+)

CW: swearing, mentions of violence

Words: 5.6k

Chapter Summary: Your second session with the Joker, and as you try and make sense of his mind, you can't help but feel a pull to him

previous part: Part 1 | next part: part 3

Notes: Here's the next part! Just an fyi, this fic will def veer far from actual Dark Knight canon, but that means more surprises >:) Also, as much as this is a Harley-esque story, dont worry cuz I'm not gonna make their relationship physically abusive or anything, my Joker ain't gonna throw you out a window or anything lol. Just wanted to clarify. Anyways, hope you enjoy this one! It was fun to write. Watched a lot of Arkham games gameplay while working on this, good times lol.

You wake up with a message that your rent is rising.

You grumble, taking the piece of paper someone had slid beneath your door and crumpling it. They didn’t even have the decency to call? The rent has gone up a hefty amount, and you aren’t even sure how you’re gonna support yourself this month. You might have to fall back into taking shifts at a local diner, working nights, as much as that kills you. But you have no other option. 

That, and you’ve only just started working on the Joker, so no raises quite yet.

Speaking of the Joker, you're exhausted from reading up on all his schemes, not one but two nights in a row, but you feel a bit more confident about dealing with him now. Last time, you went in pretty blind. This time, you have at least a hint of what you’re dealing with. Article after article about his crazy antics with Batman, some that you lived through, others you only caught glimpses of on the news. One thing is for sure, he is much more messed up than you thought, which, considering what you already do know about him, is saying a lot. His antics are on a scale larger than you’ve ever seen before. Everyone else seemed to wonder the same things as you, with all the articles trying to dive to explain the cause behind the crimes, some hint of who Joker really is. All of them bringing up theory after theory of who he may have been before his life of crime. You’ve compiled them all together to try and get a sense of it all. 

You hope that’ll be enough for now.

Before you leave for work, you throw on the news, quickly stuffing a piece of toast in your mouth, watching as the host rambles on and on about how Batman hasn’t been spotted since the death of Harvey Dent. Since the Bat killed multiple people. The police have been looking for him for days, and yet there’s been no sign, and you don’t think there ever will be. Not soon. If he’s smart, he’ll stay hidden. Especially with the climate outside, with all the vigils for Dent, people in the streets crying out for Batman or against him. The newscaster looks almost upset over Batman being gone but you snort. If he killed multiple people, was he really as good a guy as people thought he was? 

You shake your head and turn the TV off. Nope. Batman wasn’t anything special. If he wanted to save the people of Gotham, then you’d be right there waiting.

What was it that Joker had said? Nobody does things because they’re selfless. Batman wanted to be a hero and, well, he had failed.

Nobody was coming to save Gotham. Nobody was coming to save you.

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Work is bustling as soon as you get there, with your fellow psychiatrists moving in and out of the break room, the smell of coffee wafting through the halls. Everyone tends to just ignore you, shuffling past you without even a second glance, sometimes bumping into you, causing you to nearly fall on your ass. You huff, quickly grabbing a cup of coffee and a few of your things before you go see the Joker. As you sip idly, two other psychiatrists you’ve never learned the name of come up to you, smiling at one another. “Hey,” says one of them, a girl with curly red hair. “Is it true you’re working with Joker?”

The other, a man with chestnut hair and a matching beard nods. “Yeah, we heard how Joker’s here now, and that Dale put you on the case.”

You stiffen, not liking any of this unwanted attention. Whenever people come up to you, it’s usually just to lecture you, you’re not used to people wanting to hear about your patients. You should’ve expected this, especially considering how infamous the Joker has become. But of course, people are only coming up to you for something they need, entertainment in this case, not for you. “Yeah,” you answer curtly. “I am.”

They look at one another with wide eyes. “Woah!” the curly haired girl gasps. “I saw all the other people they sent in to try and deal with him. They were all messed up in the head after.” She laughs, even though you don’t find it funny. “Is he really as wild as they say?”

“He’s mentally unwell, and I’m trying to help him,” you say. If they want some kind of crazy story, they’re not gonna get one. “Joker isn’t some kind of nut case for you to all gossip over, he’s a patient.”

The two psychiatrists’ excitement fades away as they just stand there and look at you. “Geez,” the bearded guy mutters. “Someone’s protective over him.”

Protective? Over Joker? Please. “I’m not protective. But we need to take every patient seriously, no matter how… over the top they are.”

Curly haired girl scoffs. “He’s more than just that, he fought Batman.”

“Because Batman is any better?”

“Someone’s defensive.” She snorts. “All I’m saying is that this guy is so much more than any of us have ever dealt with. The other people they sent in were some of the strongest people. Joker doesn’t just break things, he breaks people. He’s evil.” Her serious tone is immediately broken by a smile. “Who knows though. If you’ve lasted until another session, maybe he likes you.”

Like is far too kind of a word. Even then, you know they’re just teasing, and you hate it. You glare at the two of the psychiatrists. “You guys aren’t dealing with him, and until you are, then don’t try and analyze him.” Ducking your head, you rush between them, and they whisper but you don’t care as you try and find a corner to isolate yourself in. As you’re walking away, you smack straight into something, gasping as you stumble backwards. 

You look up to see Mr. Dale, who sneers and dusts off his suit. “Miss l/n, good to see you again,” he says drily.

Screw my life. “Good morning, Mr. Dale,” you mumble. “I am so sorry-“

He cuts you off by shoving something into your hands. A rolled up newspaper. You open it up and see the headline. Batman Still Not Found After Five Dead At His Hand! “I assume you’ve seen all this news?” 

“Who hasn’t?”

“Joker, that’s who.” He snatches the newspaper back from you, tossing it into a nearby trash can. “You haven’t mentioned anything about Batman to him, have you?”

You shake your head. “No… I- I assumed he already knew-“

“Well, he doesn’t. I should’ve told you last time, but I thought Batman may have been found innocent by now. Reversed his claims. I was wrong.” Dale coughs. “Joker doesn’t know a single thing about what’s happening out in the world. And we intend to keep it that way.”

“Mr. Dale, doesn’t he have the right to know-“

“Know what? That Batman is in hiding? That Dent is dead? That’ll only motivate him further. He’ll think he won! He’ll think that it's up to him to drive Batman out of hiding!” As people turn to look at you two, Dale drops his voice. “You’re not to let him know anything past the day he was brought in, got it?”

The more you think about it, the more you realize Mr. Dale is probably right. If Joker did find out that Batman went into hiding, it might offer motivation. For what, you’re not sure. Still, there’s something that feels wrong about leaving Joker in the dark, especially when the person he was trying to stop had been a murderer all along. “Got it.”

He smiles, and it’s anything but friendly. “Good. Now, I believe your session starts soon, wouldn't want to leave the Harlequin of Hate waiting.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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After another round of checkpoint after checkpoint, you walk into the room with the Joker, who looks the same as the other day you saw him, still without makeup, still tucked away in a straitjacket. Even though you saw him once before, after days of searching him up, seeing the photos of him with his greasepaint on, you still get a lump in your throat as you see this other side of him. Seeing him like this feels strange, and you may as well be one of the only people to have ever seen him without his signature mask. Scars and all. 

As you walk in and take your seat, he smiles, showing off his yellowing teeth. “Well, hello, doll face. I’ve been lookin’ forward to this.”

You settle into your chair, taking out your clipboard, which holds all your notes from the past two nights. Joker’s words could be sweet, but he’s basically been placed on this Earth to mess with people, so you don’t read too much into it. “Oh, really?”

“Oh yeah, doll. They, ah, never let me talk to anyone anymore. Got me locked up at all times. Ain’t that sad?” He giggles. “Don’t see anyone these days but the guards. And they just like to yell at me.”

You haven’t actually seen the way they treat the Joker. Once you’re done with a session, you’re quickly filed out and headed into the break room until your next session with another patient. But you’re sure it isn’t pretty. If they treat other, less taxing patients horrible enough, you can only imagine what they do to the Joker. “Well, rest assured, I won’t be yelling at you. Now, we have a full session today, so I really do want to get started. So,” you lean in and smile, “where should we begin? Most people would like to focus on the past, but I think maybe we should work our way back. How are you feeling right now?”

He licks his lips. “Oh, ya know, as good as a guy can be rotting away in this shithole.” He sways his head from side to side, clearly antsy, and you can tell that if he had his hands out, he’d be gesturing wildly with them. “But I’d say I’m much happier now that you’re here, doc.”

Joker was a master of many weapons. It seemed he wielded charm with the same mastery. You ignore his attempts at getting to you. “You’ve been in Arkham for a few days now. Have you been reflecting on yourself?”

Joker’s mouth smacks together. “Reflection? I’ve certainly been thinkin’, that’s for sure. Nothin’ else to do.”

You scribble that down, perking up. “Really? And what have you been thinking about?”

“All the things I’m gonna blow up when I get out of here.”

Immediately, you deflate, and Joker erupts into thunderous laughter. Of course. What the hell were you expecting? But it’s only the second day, of course he’s not exactly gonna be a changed man. “That’s all you’ve been thinking about? Is there anything in particular you’re excited to get back to?” You’re pretty sure Joker has absolutely nothing to lose, but you ask anyway. “No friends? Family? A lover?”

At the last bit, he guffaws loudly. “Why do you ask, sweetheart? Jealous?” He licks the inside of his cheeks. “Don’t worry, doll face, I’m definitely, ah, available.”

Now you wish you didn’t ask. If it were anyone else, you’d probably groan and give them a good look at your middle finger, but there’s something about the way that Joker says it that nearly makes you blush. It’s incredibly inappropriate, but you can’t deny he has a way of saying things that make you, well, react. Just another one of his deceptions, another skill he’s mastered. You know better than to give in. “I wasn’t asking for that,” you clarify harshly. “So, no family. Obviously, you don’t want to stay cooped up in here forever. There’s got to be something you want to go back out there for, and I feel like that same thing you’re eager to get back to might be the same reason you’re stuck in here. So, what is it?” 

He groans. “Are you trying to get me to talk about the Bat?”

“No.” It’s not a full lie. You’re trying to get deeper into his motivation, into the way he thinks. What’s he in this all for? “But why don’t we talk about that?”

“Ah, Batsy, the Dork Knight, the savior, if you will. He’s crazy, you know.”

“Who? Batman?”

“No, Santa Claus.” He rolls his eyes. “Of course Batman! Interesting fella, he is. Thinks he’s all high and mighty for instilling order around here that he doesn’t even realize that he’s just as bad as the rest of them. He can keep trying but he’ll never amount to anything.”

You don’t disagree. It feels weird to agree with the Joker. But he makes good points. Who knew a villain would be so agreeable with? Batman did fail the city if he wanted to uphold the law, disappearing with a damn body count. If Joker only knew… “So, was your point to prove that you’re better than him?”

“Better? Oh no, doll. We’re the same. All I wanted to prove was that anyone can be broken. That all it takes is one little flick of the domino and the facade comes crumblin down!” He hollers and hoots as he scooches closer, the chair scraping across the floor until his chest is right up against the table. “We’re all messed up inside, doll, behind these masks we put up.”

All messed up. In a way, maybe. “So, all those stunts were to try and break him?”

“Those stunts were works of art,” he says, emphasizing the t. “Now, I do these things because, well, it’s funny. But it’s also about sending a message.”

“About chaos? Well, then there has to be some sort of thing that happened to you that started this obsession with chaos.”

As you begin to try and delve further into his past, you can see his barriers go up, his face more guarded. “Why don’t we just focus on the here and now, doll?” he hisses through gritted teeth. “My past is anything but a fun story. The fun part starts when the Batman and I finally start facing off.”

So he won’t let you know anything further past when he first came into Gotham’s limelight, got it. That’s fine. You need to work towards deeper topics with your other patients too. This is nothing new. At least you’re getting somewhere. “So, can we talk more about these illegal…stunts of yours?”

“Sure thing.”

“I told you before, Joker, that you’re a showman. I’d like to pull back the curtain, if you will. You caused quite a lot of damage before you were caught. Wanna tell me about that?”

He shrugs. “What’s there to tell? I assume you’ve been, ah, watchin’ the news? Did you see the hospital I blew up? I’ve shut down a few streets, scared off a few crooks.”

He has a talent for understatement. “You forced Gothamites into ships, criminals and regular civilians, and tried to get them to blow up one another,” you add, deadpanned. 

At that, his excited demeanor drops a bit, and he bares his teeth like some wild animal. “Right.”

“Now, I’m no mastermind, but I know there’s a method to your madness. From what I’ve gathered, as much as you say this is all to humor you, you also get enjoyment over upturning social order and showing people what they truly are, which you believe is evil. And yet, neither boat chose to blow up the other. Why do you think that is?”

He sits there silently, but you can tell the gears in his mind are turning. He has a thinking face, subtle, but his brows furrow a bit and he presses his lips hard together. “I guess,” he finally says, after a beat, “not everyone was, ah, ready to have such a weight put on their shoulders.”

“That experience proved that people, no matter how messed up our world can be, people can be good, did it not?”

“Nah ah ah, doll. I think those people just think too fondly of themselves. It was never about not wanting to cause harm, it was about wanting to be able to sleep well at night, to be able to continue thinking of themselves as good people.” He breathes in deeply. “I know the true nature of society. I’ve seen how people will treat you when you’ve got nothing left to give them. People like to think they have morals, makes them feel secure. But those morals fly out the window one way or another. You’re just all so blind and forced into this little box that nobody wants to stand up and do somethin’!”

You sit there, trying to scribble everything down but slowly your pen just slows to a halt, as you take everything in. The worst part about his words is that he makes sense to you. Every single thing feels like the truth, and you don’t know if he’s just twisting his words to make you agree or if you really just believe it all. You’re not like him. He’s taking things to the extreme. “So that’s what you’re doing. Taking a stand against all this? That’s what the large spectacles are for?” 

“Read it however you want, doll face. Just don’t think I’m in it for any gain.”

You blink. Joker’s chaos mainly stemmed from his code and amusement. But you had found it seriously hard to believe he wasn’t getting any gain out of it. It didn’t even have to be money, but was amusement and pushing a message really all there was to it? “That’s a first. Most of the other criminals are in it for money. Power. Notoriety.”

“I’m not like those fools.”

“Maybe not, but all these big, grand gestures? These stem from wanting something. And not just sending a message.”

“And what would that be?”

It’s hard, really, to comprehend how the Joker thinks because he’s truthful about the fact that he does things because he can. He is pure chaos, and as much as he plans his stunts, as much as he follows his belief strictly, he can also go completely against all this. There’s no rhyme or reason to him, so you’re grasping at straws to try and piece him together. But you think there’s more to it all, something he’s keeping locked up. “Do you think maybe you do all this because you just want to be seen? Want to be heard?” You tap your pen against your chin. “Are you lonely?”

As if it’s a fucking joke, Joker begins to snicker. He thinks everything I say is a joke. His body is almost thrashing violently, and god, he’s not settling down. “Oh, you are too funny! Lonely? Lonely? Doll. I chose this.”

Humans aren’t meant to be alone. “Your crazy antics, constantly trying to outdo yourself. This might just be a plea for something. Validation?” Love?

“Why would I keep people around when at any chance they’d get they’d just turn on me?” He smirks. “I don't have time for those shenanigans.”

The way he thinks, someone, multiple people, must have wronged him, and in your core you feel something like empathy. The world has kicked you down too. People have been cruel to you all your life. In a way, fuck it’s true, you and the Joker aren’t too different.

But that’s not something you’d like to dwell on.

“So, you don’t believe in loyalty?”

“Oh, I think people can be loyal. But you gotta buy that loyalty, loyalty never comes for free.”

You don’t agree, but that’s besides the point. “Maybe what you really need is company. A proper way to vent your feelings. By talking to someone. We’re not meant to be alone, Mr. J. Trust me, I’d know.”

He straightens a bit. “Oh, I see now, you’re a loner like me. See! Then you’d know how much people will take and take and take and then just discard you.” His voice drops to a whisper, a loud whisper. “And I have a feeling those bosses and guards out there would discard you the second they can.”

Again, you really hate how he seems to be right about everything. You wriggle in your seat a bit, shifting uncomfortably as he stares you dead on. Your coworkers don’t like you. Your landlord doesn’t like you. Your boss is already threatening to kick you to the curb if Joker doesn’t get better, and speaking of which, that helps kick your thoughts back into place. “It is kinda lonely out there, isn’t it?”

“You deserve a lot better than that, doll.”

You stop. Fuck him. He was just messing with you. He had to be messing with you. Joker didn’t feel bad for anyone. Didn’t care for anyone. The way he said those words though made it almost sound like he cared. And nobody had ever said something even close to that to you before so you soften. “Thanks,” you finally choke out. “But you don’t know me.”

“I already told you, doll, I’ll get to the bottom of you before you ever even get a glimpse into me.”

“For the last time, I’m not here to talk about myself.”

“And for the last time, I wanna know more about you,” he says, wetting his lips. “Hows about a deal? Everytime you tell me something personal about yourself, I’ll tell you something about me.”

A deal. No, this is the Joker, this is more like a game. A sick, twisted game. If it means answers, though, you’re willing to play. “Fine. What would you like to know about me?”

Joker shakes his head. “Ah ah ah, not like that, doll. We won’t be asking. Share something lighthearted about yourself, I’ll share something lighthearted about me. Share something a bit deeper?” He grins. “Then maybe I’ll be inclined to share something a bit more personal.” His eye twitches before his voice drops to a whisper. “And trust me, I’ll know if you lie to me.”

Ah, so he really wants to pick at your core. He’s baiting you, wanting to know your deepest darkest secrets because he’ll know you’ll do anything to get even just one small story out of him. He’s trying to break you. The game might be one sided, might be tipped in Joker’s favor, but it also might not be. He can lie. You can lie. Or maybe you can both tell the truth. The game is in both your hands. If Joker wants to play, you’ll play. “Fine. Deal.”

He brightens. “Ah, I knew I’d get ya!”

“In fact, why don’t we start off easy?” You think of a small detail about yourself, something that wouldn’t matter to anyone. “I’ve always been more of a cat person than a dog person.” 

Joker smiles. “Mmm, seems we disagree on something.” He clucks his tongue. “Dogs have always been my favorite pet. Loyal creatures at a cost. But also deadly creatures.”

“Cats are so independent, like they don’t need anyone. But I like caring for them because of that. I like trying to help, no matter how much they hiss or push me away.”

“You’re, ah, a strange one, doll face.”

“I could say the same thing about you.” With that, you feel a weight come off your shoulders. You don’t feel quite as nervous as you did before. There’s a level of comfort now. You share something, he shares something back. And things won’t get deep unless you initiate it. You’ll have to figure out how to get there. It’s a good start. “You know, you could have a dog and a place of your own once you’re out of here.”

You expect him to groan or yell, but instead he just rests his cheek against his shoulder. “Guards say I’ll only get out if I’m a good boy. And, ah, maybe I will be good, just not in this piss pot.”

You put your pen down on the clip board and sigh. “Mr. J, I think we can really make progress with you, so long as we work on it together. You help me, and I’ll help you. And I really do wanna help.” 

“Get me out of here.” There’s an edge of humor to his voice, but it doesn’t sound like a joke.

“Can’t.” Unless you can get better. Please, get better. Please. “Besides, I’ve never been very good at picking locks.”

Joker raises an eyebrow. “Was that a joke?”

“Yes. Well, and no. I really can’t pick locks.”

“I could teach ya. Maybe. I, uh, don’t really have my hands right now.” 

You’re sure he can, and for a second you wonder what his hands might look like, beneath the gloves you’ve seen him wear on TV, but you quickly snap out of that. You clear your throat. “This has been a very heavy session. So why don’t we close off with something more lighthearted?” You lean in close, putting your chin on your first. “Since I’m no good at jokes, why don’t you tell me one?”

Joker perks up. “Oh! Oh! I’ve written a few jokes since getting locked up! Well, not writing them, they won’t even let me hold a crayon, but I’ve been thinking some up.”

“Alright, tell me?”

He nods his head eagerly, like a little kid agreeing to something. “Alright, uh, how about this, whaddya call a dog with no legs?”

“I don’t know. What?”

“Why’s it matter? He can’t come running to you anyways!” He can hardly even make it through the punchline before he bursts into manic laughter, his shoulders shaking. It takes a minute for the joke to settle in before you gasp and then, despite yourself, you laugh. At your laughter, Joker perks up even more. “Was that a laugh, doll face? Didn’t think ya had it in ya. Specially not for one of my jokes.”

Quickly, you regain your composure, biting the inside of your cheek to refrain from smiling. It’s not because you think he’s funny. It’s not. It’s just stupid. “You have a very dark sense of humor.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like it.”

Maybe you did. It was a little frightening. You weren’t used to having a conversation with someone that made you feel sort of… happy. Especially not with a patient. It felt wrong. It felt right. You were a little confused. “You’re horrible,” you laugh.

“Clearly, you’re just as horrible.” You watch as he runs his tongue over his lips and your stomach starts doing flips. It’s because he’s intimidating, that’s probably why. “I like it.”

You shake your head as if you can ignore him, even though you can’t. “I think it’s about time I get going.”

“Doll, won’t you come back tomorrow? I, ah, really do enjoy our chats.”

“Joker, this is only our second talk.”

“Oh, I know, I know, but I just get so lonely. Besides, I’m sure seeing me more often would, ah, really help my mental state.”

At first, you open your mouth to protest, but quickly clamp it shut. More sessions with the Joker didn’t sound… too bad. In fact, they would be good. The more sessions you got in, the more progress could be made with Joker. Then, you’d have that raise in no time. Yes, extra sessions would be good. Great, even. And it certainly wasn’t because for once you actually might be enjoying talking to someone. “Okay, I’ll see if I can adjust some meetings I have for tomorrow and try and get you in.”

“I’ll be waiting eagerly, doll face.” He smiles at you, and this time it’s not one of those scary, wolf-like smiles with bared teeth, not a sinister grin, but something… warm? Warm seems the wrong way to put it, nothing is warm about the Joker. But whatever this is, it’s close enough, and you feel heat pooling in your stomach. It’s strange. You don’t understand it. “Don’t forget about me.”

You take the remote from your bag and push on the green button, smiling back at him. “I could never.”

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When you finally manage to go to the shared staff space, Mr. Dale is there eagerly waiting for you, alongside his business partner Henry Walsh. He’s a taller, thin man with curly black hair and a thin mustache. Dale waves you over, and you head over, offering a polite wave despite how he treated you earlier. “Hello again, Mr. Dale.”

“Hello, Doctor l/n,” he responds. “Tell me, how did things go with the Joker this time?”

You don’t really know how to put it all into words. “Well, I’ve only just started working on him. It’s going to take him a bit of time to open up. But I think we did well today. I’m trying to get to the root of his thinking. If I can see why he thinks the way he thinks, I can try and see what we can do to get him to push this more violent way of thinking towards something… well, less violent.” You cross your arms. “Speaking of which, I want him out of that straitjacket.”

Beside Mr. Dale, Walsh scoffs. “That psycho could lunge at anyone anytime he wants if we got him out of that thing.”

“If you want him to get better, you have to show a level of trust towards him too. You trust him, he’ll trust you.” He won’t trust them, not even at all, but you really think getting him out of that straitjacket will be good. “Please. I promise this will help.”

Walsh’s scowl would make the other psychiatrists crumble, and maybe you too, but after a session with the Joker, you, if only for a moment, feel like you can handle anything. When you don’t waver, he groans. “Fine. However he will be handcuffed. You hear me? Legs and wrists bound.” He tugs at the tie around his neck. “You’re crazy to even want this, Miss l/n.”

“Maybe you should lock me up in here too, huh?” When nobody laughs, you stiffen. “Sorry, joking. I really do believe this well help. Shove someone in a straitjacket and of course they’re going to go a little off the rocker. Treat someone like a human, they'll act like a human, no?”

The two men blink, because what do they know about treating people like humans? You’re one of the only people in this god forsaken facility who actually takes the patients seriously. You’ve got a good record of getting people out of there, and still, the two men before you see you as crazy because where they see lunatics you see people. “I’m no doctor, so I trust you,” Mr. Dale says with a small shrug. He looks over at Mr. Walsh and the two begin to laugh and gossip as if you’re not even standing there. “Crazy girl,” you hear one of them whisper, and you turn away from them, stalking out of the room.

You’re not crazy. You’re not.

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Joker sighs wistfully as you walk off.

He fucking hates Arkham asylum. He spends every day locked up in a small cell, his arms restrained beneath the straitjacket, with guards constantly coming in to yell at him, or doctors trying to force pills in his mouth to fix him right up. He doesn’t remember what the sun feels like, or even how the moonlight would bathe his purple suit in a silver glow. All he knows now is flickering, ugly yellow fluorescent lights. The smell of urine and metal. The screams and cries of crazies in their cells. 

It should be hilarious, really, but it just pisses him off.

But not you. He didn’t expect you. The first psychiatrists were all boring, rigid bums who were spooked off after only a few minutes of speaking to him. But not you. You stayed. You were different. You were just as miserable as the Joker, just as alone. Yet, your mind isn’t as strong as you think it is. You want something more than your dull life has in store, Joker sees this clearly.

What fun you two will have together.

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As you walk home, you think of the Joker.

You can’t help it, especially since the very apartment you’re heading to hinges on this stupid raise. Not just your apartment, but your livelihood. You stuff your hands in your pockets, and think about all the stuff he said, about how people were all messed up inside. You’d like to think he’s wrong but while trying to help Joker you can’t help but feel this pull towards him. You know that’s the whole point, he’s trying to get all buddy buddy, disarm you so you’ll forget what you’re in there for. But there’s this other pull towards him, one outside of your want (and need) to help him. Oh well, so long as you make progress with him, you can quickly forget any of it ever happened, and it makes you feel kind of selfish. For a moment, you wonder if he’d sympathize with you, but instead you know he’d laugh in your face. He’d be actively making sure he wouldn’t get better so you could learn your lesson.

That damn clown.

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Edit: I’m gonna make a tag list for this so if anyone would like to be on it, lmk!!

[lovemaiyo]

lovesick . romance tropes with blue lock . (full length fics coming up soon!!) .

" hey nana, no matter how much or how often people hurt each other, loving someone is never a waste .

ISAGI childhood friends to lovers & in the rain you always admired isagi. every since the age of 7, he had been obsessed with football. it was really rare to find a passion and ambition like his. and he was so nice to you! and cute.. and hot.. and driven.. and- okay, you liked him. like, a lot. but he was in love with someone.. something else. football. it was what he lived for. but you were next, really. isagi would come to you with stories, ideas, and just about anything. and you would listen religiously, because that was the only thing you could do to keep your heart from bursting. these habits, and your 10 year crush, carried on until high school. you were neighbors, so you always walked with him to school and back. it looks like someone forgot to read the weather report today, because it's rainy with a chance of a confession. (EWWW I CRINGED AT MYSELF) "you like me? i like you too. you're my best friend!" "yoichi. i like you. like, like like. like love." "i love you too!" ".. yoichi isagi. it's been 3652 days since i've liked you." "oh. that kind of like."

RIN enemies to lovers & academic rivals to lovers you hated itoshi rin. you HATED him. you hated how he always acted all high and mighty and thought everyone was below him and called everyone that didn't fit his high ass standards "lukewarm." you hated how your name was always second to "itoshi rin." in every exam, in every lesson. you hated him and he hated you right back (or you thought) though, that didn't really explain why he was standing in front of you with a heart shaped box, eyes wandering across the room, one hand scratching his neck bashfully, with a little bit of blush on his cheeks. your jaw almost dropped. yeah, you hated itoshi rin, but was he always this pretty? his eyes were spotify green cerulean, and his hair framed his face perfectly. now, up close, you noticed that his eyes weren't blue ー they were teal. his jawline was sharp. was it bad that you wanted to kiss it? was it bad that you wanted to kiss him? "HUH?????? I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME?" wow, excellent thing to say to your crush!!! woooo!!! you dumb bitch.. "hated you? uh.. i never really hated you.." "oh..." "yeah.." silence.

CHIGIRI stuck in a elevator & hot neighbor

wow, moving was the best decision you ever made. the rent was way lower, the community was friendly, and your neighbor was, well.. hot. hot as fuck. he was tall, with long and silky red hair, and the prettiest pink eyes. and he was really nice. cookies on the day you moved in, frequent hi's and hello's, and he even invited you for dinner some day! no doubt, you were head over heels. and how could you not be? he made one hell of a pasta. so, would it be considered good, or bad that you're currently stuck in an elevator with him? you were going out to meet some friends, you so did your makeup and everything. he just got back from the gym. god, he was really eye candy. "you look nice. who're you all dolled up for?" "just some friends. you?" "got back from the gym." "so.." "hm?" and then there was a crash. ".." ".." "holy shit. what was that."

KUNIGAMI best friend's older brother & protecting you

ever since you were eight, still watching icarly on the tv and dressing up dolls with your best friend, you had been MADLY smitten with her older brother. honestly, who wouldn't be? he was so nice, treated you with utmost care even when you were younger then him. he never lost his calm, he was always kind, and... he was extremely handsome. you always chased after him, but he always just thought you were his little sister's best friend. naturally, you enrolled in the same college as him. you were only a year younger, and with the mindset that kunigami only liked smart girls, you got into college with amazing grades. so why was it, that every time you tried to dress up all cute for him, he barely paid attention. it wasn't like you were in the same friend group, but really? just a occasional 'wow, those clothes suit you.' and a smile? how dense was this guy? and on top of that, you always attracted unwanted attention. "hey, girl, let's go out." ".. no." "why not? listen, i have a lot of girls chasing me, and i chose you. you must be honored." "i have a boyfriend.." "sure you do. listen, just give it up." he moved his arms towards you. "no means no." a familiar voice said, grabbing that creepy guy's hands. "and who're you?" ".. her boyfriend."

REO fake dating

the silence was deafening. "what. did you just say?" "i said, date me. for 2 weeks, fake date me. just to get my parents off my back." .. is he being for real? you knew mikage reo since you were 5. your parents and his parents were business partners, so you saw each other a lot. it was him, with his little purple bowlcut, at 5 years old, who excitedly took your hand and introduced himself. reo quickly became a close friend of yours - until he moved overseas for his little football trip or something. you hadn't seen him in years, yet he came back, knocked on your door, and made this crazy proposal. sure, he'd grown into a hot guy.. a little bit too hot. his fluffy purple hair framed his beautiful face perfectly, and his curious eyes looked at you, waiting for your answer. his lean and toned arms were visible from the black half sleeve he wore, and traces of a fully defined body were visible from under... maybe this wouldn't be such a bad idea? "so? yes or no?"

NAGI sharing a room

going on a trip with your crush was the BEST thing that had ever happened to you. well, it was until about 10 minutes ago. reo, your mutual friend, decided to sponsor a trip for every one of his friends for reasons only god knows. you all met at the lobby of the expensive hotel he booked, and drew straws to see who'd get which room. reo, being the sore loser he was, (no reo hate i love reo) switched up the straws as soon as he got the shorter one. so, just your luck, right? getting stuck with your crush, nagi seishirou, in one room. you're so gonna kill reo when you get out of this. "uhh, i can take the floor?" you offered. "okay. take it then." he said, plainly. your eye twitched at his pettiness. ".. nevermind!! i'm taking the bed." "hey." he frowned "we flip a coin.. i'm heads." actually, your luck was sort of good. it landed on tails! "this thing is rigged..." he grumbled while getting ready to sleep on the floor. which somehow included taking off his grey sweatshirt, to reveal abs and a body like a greek god.. wait, why were you even staring?? (alr pack it up "greek god" SHUT UP HAHAHA WHY DO I DO THIS) "soo... uh.. do you always take off your shirt before going to bed?"

⪩ ⪨ lovemaiyo 2022 - 2024 . choose wisely

[jackiepackiee]

Hello, I hope you're having a splendid day!

If your requests are open may I ask for the flags x single parent reader romantic headcanons? I've seen the other one with the mad scientist and I just found it so amazing!

But of course, only if you are comfortable, I don't want to pressure you.

I shall say my good byes now as I have to leave.

Take care of yourself and rest.

Goodbye.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓼 𝔁 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Warnings- parent struggles

Type - headcanons

Of course I added Chuuya.

Albatross -

Did someone say the fun dad?

He admires how responsible you are

Quite literally watches in awe at anything you do

Making a snack? Wow. Hushing your kid from crying? He’s shocked by your skill

Your kid likes cars? He will have an entire lot for them.

Trains? Look, now the port mafia has a and it’s trained named after your kid

Almost like a brother, sorry

He’s immature and has never been around kids

So so gentle however

He’s not dumb, just eccentric after all

You’ll definitely walk in on him covered in paint by your kid, laughing and letting it happen

Tea parties? Tea parties.

7/10, congrats, you have a second kid

Pianoman -

Thinks the absolute highest of you

Will never pry on what happened to the biological parent

But if they hurt you? He’s pulling piano strings

The kid is babied, no matter the age

He’s a leader, and a protecter

The port mafia doesn’t even know you have one

He likes a quiet personal life

No nanny’s, he will clear his schedule if needed

It’s his kid now, and he’s ready to try his best

Smart man, makes sure to let you get plenty of rest

Knows it must’ve been hard being alone

So he wants you to recover from however long you missed the rest you’ve needed

You kid wants a new toy? He will counterfeit money and buy hundreds

9/10, a great dad

Lippmann -

Why the hell is your kid suddenly speaking other languages?

It’s Lippmann. He’s too smart and will make sure to compliment you in French, or Spanish, or German

Your kid becomes so well mannered

“Look, daddy is on TV!”

It’s always fun to have a movie night and watch his newest film

Your kid is an actor now, yeah

Expect many private shows staring your lover and your child

His favorite? Princess/prince with him as the knight

Such an incredible comforter to both you and your child

You’re stressed? He’ll make sure you’re okay while also dealing with whatever’s freaking you out

10/10, just perfect

Iceman -

So goddamn gentle

Your heart will melt, watch out

He’s soft spoken and it must be magic at how well he can console your kids whines

You may know of his work, but only what he does

Not the victims, days, times, anything

But you kid? Doesn’t know a single thing

“My daddy is a superhero”

Yeah, depends on who you ask

He is technically killing bad guys (bad guys to the pm that is)

When you lay down your kid he’ll pull you to the kitchen and play a record

Slow dancing and lifting you up with immense ease

9/10, you may have death of a overheated heart

Doc -

…kinda awkward

He is good with kids, of course

All his years in med school? He had to have seen some children

He’s shy with you, but not shocked you have a kid

Will never judge you, not for a second

Makes sure your body has healed correctly

Back pains from pregnancy (if you are the mom)? You don’t know how but he will heal it

Your kid is like a walking dictionary, muttering words that would only make sense to a surgeon

For a doctor, it’s ironic how much he offers candy to them

“Be good and you’ll get a lollipop from daddy.”

7/10, your kid is always healthy, but he’s a bit childish too

Chuuya -

if you’re a teen parent he won’t care

Supports you and your child with his new pm check

Remember that one wan episode when he said that he would spoil a puppy if he had one?

That’s how he is with your kid and you

You want to take the kid to a new amusement park but the lines are too long for the kid to wait?

He will rent the entire thing, boy has connections

A lot of the sheep were young, so he is good with kids

Won’t be great as a role model, but an amazing protector

Nothing will ever hurt you or the child

If you want, he will definitely let you move in

Warning, the house will be filled with toys that the two of you won’t know what to do with

Overall 7/10 his heart is in the right place but he’s so young

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.187 Passing the keys

That night, I went back to the rental website to fill the vacancy because it didn't make sense to wait. The house had been sitting all this time, waiting to generate income for us, and it was past time I did something about it. I decided to rent to the older gentlemen, but his application was no longer available. I was kind of bummed because I had already formed a picture in my mind of what he would be like based on the information he shared on the application, and now I'd have to start over. The plus side is that I found a young family like I originally wanted, so I accepted their application right away. In the morning, I got a notification saying they had moved in already, so I went over there after breakfast to introduce myself and get to know them. The application stated they were a married couple with twin infants. The house wasn't exactly setup for two babies, but they can make it work.

As I approached the door, I overheard them arguing, and my whole body tensed up. They reminded me of Mama's friends, who stayed with us and argued literally day and night. I hope to the Watcher these two are not like that. I pressed my ear to the door to see if I could get an idea of what the issue was. It turns out the woman was flustered because she saw a lost dog who needed help but ignored it. She felt guilty about it and wanted to go back and find the dog, but the husband didn't get it. He was very dismissive and said dogs get lost all the time and it was none of her business if someone can't keep track of their animal. Oh boy. This better not be a bad omen. I knocked, hoping to interrupt him berating her, and they let me in. Owen and Jilliana Sage are their names. Owen works at a store and seemed to have a good sense of humor, so maybe he's not so bad. Jilliana is more serious and super smart. She works at the space center, but I don't remember what she said she does there.

She tried to introduce me to the babies, Xavier and Zahava, but they both started screaming because Owen had the TV way too loud. Xavier calmed down enough to let me hold him, though. He was so tiny and made me miss Desiree at that age. I didn't intend to spend the day with them, and they clearly had things to do, so I told them to call me if they needed anything and made my exit.

I had to pass by Chi Chi's house on the way back home, so I stopped by to tell her we were moving to Gibbs Gardens soon. She was bummed about not being around the corner from us anymore, but relieved we weren't leaving the city. Behind her eyes, however, there seemed to be more than just disappointment at losing her favorite neighbor. I asked if something was wrong, and in Chi Chi-like fashion, I got way more than I bargained for.

As she began this tale, my initial reaction was to beat myself up again about not being a good friend because the details of her story started a while ago. But I stopped those thoughts before my brain ran away with them. We all have super busy lives. No one has time to be involved at such a granular level anymore, and no one is expecting us to know everything. I am a good friend, and I don't have to know every detail to prove it. Come to think about it, my friends—minus Dub—know less about me than I know about them. Needless, I'm done with stressing myself about this.

Chi Chi's woes began with her birthday a few weeks back. Like many women her age (especially when they are as fine as she is), she didn't handle the adult birthday well. Of course, she knew her body would change, but like me, seeing it hit differently. Between that and the little lines creeping from the corners of her eyes and across her forehead, she's feeling frumpy. I almost laughed. She is still one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Frumpy where?? She would turn heads wearing a paper bag. I bet she could gain 300 pounds, shave off her hair, and still have a trail of thirsty men following her everywhere. Still, if the aging stuff was the only thing she had to deal with, she would be fine in time. The problem is all her other worries reinforce the aging issues, and she is struggling. The short version of the story is her life has not turned out how she imagined. She once told me she wanted to remarry and have more kids, but all the dates she's been on led nowhere. Now, as an adult, she's thinking about giving up on that dream, especially when she's about to be a grandmother! Karmine, her daughter, is grown grown now. She moved her boyfriend into the house without even discussing it. Then, she got pregnant and moved out, so Chi Chi is all alone in the house with nothing but these crushing thoughts to keep her company, and she's not doing that great.

I had no idea if it would help, but I decided to share my midlife crisis story. It felt wrong at first because I never told Sophia I was struggling, but if Chi Chi can walk away feeling better, the discomfort will be worth it. Even though her story is different, I identified with everything she said because I realized life rarely turns out exactly how we plan. The reason is because we never factor in trouble or change. Our plans are always perfect and positive. When change and trouble comes, we feel out of control, like our world is falling apart. But the world isn't falling apart. It's the same as it always was. We just haven't taken off our rose-colored glasses yet.

I told Chi Chi everything would be okay, and she should look at it from a positive perspective. Because she's not starting a new family, and is an empty nester, she's got so much extra time to do all those bucket list things she's been looking forward to. And since she won't have any young children to raise, she has time to time to be super grandma and help her daughter through those oh so difficult first two stages. She's still really young and can reinvent herself if she wanted. And when love finally finds her again, and I believe it will, it will be all about them with no one else coming between them. They'll grow old together and be annoyingly in love.

Like I said, I have no clue if my little pep talk helped, but at least I left her smiling. Kinda like grieving, she'll find her way to accepting her new normal, and when she does, she'll appreciate the picture I painted for her.

[anarcoqueer1994]

Steve's parents were definitely Reagan Republicans mainly due to his fiscal policies that allowed them to exploit people and make more money. But that also means whether superficially(or worse genuinely) were part of that "moral majority" bs. So imagine Steve, late middle school aged being stuck going to some fundraiser event his parents are hosting during Reagan's first election campaign.

He would have to sit and listen while people alluded to "family values" and other euthanisms for being anti-queer. And Steve may not always be book smart but he is not stupid. His parents and all their friends were affirming that him liking anything but women was wrong and gross and un-American. So he hid the fact that he liked guys in his class as much as girls. Focused on only his romantic feelings for girls. Wouldn't shut down Tommy when he made homophobic remarks even though it killed him because not only had Tommy been his best friend since the 5th grade, but he had also been his first crush.

But as he got older, and grew close to The Party and the other older teens, he started to feel like maybe his parents were wrong. Maybe people like he and Robin and Eddie and Nancy and Jonathon and Argyle and the kids deserve to be themselves, deserve to love whoever they want. And eventually he finds his romantic soulmate in Eddie, and they are so happy together.

Meanwhile, his parents left Hawkins permanently after the "earthquake. Ended up selling the house, sent Steve some money for a security deposit and first month's rent, and barely have kept in touch since. It's okay, Steve talked to them in obligatory phone calls a couple times a year. He doesn't really miss them. They haven't particularly been there for him most of his life. He and Robin (and later Eddie and Nancy who move into their respective partner's rooms) share that apartment and are happy.

So imagine their surprise in 1988, when they turn on the TV, they see their son on TV kissing the Munson boy at a protest in Chicago over the government's response to the AIDs epidemic. Standing next to them is all their friends, many in queer relationships of their own. Eddie is holding a sign saying Silence=Death, and Steve’s sign simply says "Fuck Ronald Reagan" And that's how his parents found out he was queer and that he hated Reagan.

[instexcamera]

The Beginning

Cyberpunk!AU HiMERU x Fem!Reader

Warnings: vaginal sex, fingering, over stimulation, vanilla sex, kinda gentle sex, crying, soft dom HiMERU(sorta), unprotected sex

A/N: This is my longest fic yet! I've spent around 7 hours working on this over the course of three days I think? This based on a cyberpunk AU I came up with randomly one day and I was thinking of turning it into a series, and this would be the first part, hence the name, I'm so smart when naming things. I would also like to add reader uses GN pronouns and the smut doesn't start till the end, everything before that is explaining the AU and how you got in the position you're in.

Word Count: 6.4k

18+ under cut

Flattening yourself against the wall of the building, listening intently to see if any conversation could be heard. When none was, your body relaxes automatically, before tensing back up. Just because no sound could be heard didn't mean no one was there. Hunters and cyber psychos weren't idiotic enough to go around blundering, announcing their presence at every turn.

No, they'd be lying in wait, waiting for prey to come stupidly along for them to sweep up. Yet, none of them should care if they notice you, you're just a regular civilian. Well, a civilian who’s trying to sneak into a convenience store and steal snacks. You had thought rationing would have kept your stocks up for at least two more days, but it seemed your calculations were off. Which is why you were out like that idiotic prey, just waiting to be snatched up.

You could have waited until morning, the cyber psychos were barely out then, same with the hunters. Yet your hunger couldn't be held off, you needed something, just a pack of cookies and soda would work until daylight. So here you were, running across the neon lit street to the closest convenience store you could find. Once reaching the place, yanking open the door, immediately putting on a calm manner as you walk in. The cashier doesn't look up at you, in fact he barely acknowledges your existence, too focused on the magazine he's pushed up in his face.

The magazine had a blonde haired woman in some suggestive outfit winking on the cover, rolling your eyes and ignoring him. This type of stuff wasn't uncommon now with how the city was. Years ago technology reached an all time high. AI was booming, microchips could be implemented in your brain, and, of course, high tech weapons were made. It didn't take long for a corporation, the Tenshouin Empire, to use those weapons and take control of the government. They used their new found power to create a type of metropolis. Demolishing smaller apartments and offices to create huge buildings, reaching high in the sky. Of course everywhere outside the metropolis fell into poverty from this.

Except a year later the Tenshouin Empire realized the place outside was poor and destroyed most of the buildings, replacing them with bigger and better ones at least. You lived in one now, the apartment wasn't bad if you were being honest, the view was breathtaking, especially at night. The city was neon, TV screens mounted on the tops of buildings lighting everything up. You loved it, that was one of the only great things that came from this new era.

The inside of your apartment was big, holding a living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. A floor to ceiling window spanned the length of the living room and that's where you spent most of your time. The rent's cheap which is a bonus, high tech things were cheap nowadays, another benefit of the era. But of course cheap rent and a beautiful view didn't take away from the fact you lived in a poverty stricken area. Junkies would line the streets, sex addicts would too, either fucking someone they found or in a vr world, playing some C rated porn game.

Your neighbor's weren't the best either, thin walls allowed you to hear when people screamed from some illegal acts or the creaking of beds when they were doing something else. Which was quite often, but you could block out the noise, with your own games. Vr is a savior in this world. Flashing back to reality when you held both things you had come for in your hands, swiping some candy too. You stand by the exit to the convenience store, waiting to see if the cashier would look up from what he was doing. You couldn't even see his face, only hearing pants coming from him and deciding you could just walk out, no consequences would come of it.

As you walk out of the little store, stepping back into the night, you wonder why this store had not been destroyed. Most of them this small had been, and it amazed you how it had managed to survive. You think about the luck you had had, either because the cashier was too engrossed in the magazine, or simply because he didn't care. Even if he had come after you, you could've outran him, not the first time you've done something like that. Stealing is how you make a living after all, going onto trains or sneaking into the metropolis and pickpocketing anyone you could. You used the money to pay your apartments rent and the rest to buy games or whatever else you wanted.

You had been surprisingly lucky tonight much to your relief, making it to the store and now back to your apartment, with candy too. As you thought that the building you were walking beside shook and blew up. There was no warning, no telling who did it, all you knew was that one second you were on the ground, the next flying through the air, your food was gone. Your last thought before the waves of darkness take over is I hope death treats me well.

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Dark fuzzy blue light is the first thing that hits your eyes when you open them. Then the throbbing pain begins, it's in your back, legs, head, anywhere on your body from the feeling. Your vision is blurry and a dark green blob appears above you, saying something you can just about make out from the ringing in your ears. "Ngaah! Oshi-san they're awake!" Oshi-san? Who the hell? You try to say something but your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. At least your vision is starting to come back into focus, the ringing in your ears slowly silencing.

"Kagehira quiet!" The dark green blob disappears from your sight, instead being replaced by a light pink one, leaning in close to your face. As your vision returns to normal you make out short light pink hair and purple eyes on the new person. He stares at you with a sneer, a disgusted look on his face. "Looks like you're awake dear, I don't understand why HiMERU dragged you back and demanded we heal you. But, I haven't seen him this concerned about anyone since Kaname." Kaname? The name doesn't sound familiar, but nothing here looks familiar either. The pink haired man leaves your sight, mumbling unintelligible words under his breath.

Your hearing comes back ever so slowly as the minutes pass, along with your sight. The pink haired man comes back around 10 minutes later with a plastic cup. You can finally see and hear clearly this time, but the aching pain only gets worse. "You need to drink this, it'll ease your pain, but you have to sit up first. I will not have you spilling it on anything. Kagehira, help them up." The pink haired guy, which you found quite rude, sets down the drink and moves away, the dark green haired man taking his place, who you assume is Kagehira. "This is gonna hurt, I won't lie to ya. But ya have to deal with it, drinking this will make the pain leave just like Teach said."

He grips you under the arms, yanking you into a sitting position. The pain is excruciating when he pulls you up, your head rolls back and you see more of the room you're in. It looks like a medical office, except there are screens everywhere, some showing what look to be vital signs, others you don't even know. Before you can get a closer look the dark haired man forces your head forwards, shoving the drink in your face. He pulls your mouth open, pouring the liquid in, it doesn't taste great but it's not horrible. Your useless tongue lolls around in your mouth, causing some of the drink to spill out onto the bed you're laying on.

"Ngaa, damnit, you're spillin it! Didn't you hear Oshi-san? He said not to get anything dirty!" Kagehira attempts to get the rest of the liquid in you, still spilling some. When he's finally done, he lets you drop back down. "You should feel better in a few seconds." He turns and leaves your line of sight. He was not lying, within a few minutes the pain in your body has almost completely disappeared and your tongue feels as if it can move again. When you're sure you can move without difficulty you push yourself up and swing your legs over the side of the bed.

You can clearly see the two who have been taking care of you, the dark blue light of the room Illuminating off of them. You realize then, they aren't regular humans. They have a wire hanging from the nape of their necks, indicating their hackers. Hackers aren't civilians, they work for either the cyber psychos or the government. Hackers were terrifying since they could hijack other hackers' brains, they could also break into heavily secured official online documents. They could upload their consciousness to cyberspace.

Another thing you notice about them is that they aren't normal, even for hacker standards. Kagehira, you realize, has two different colored eyes, one blue and the other yellow. His yellow eye though, seems to have some type of code written on it, a fake eye. You had no idea what that really did but it was probably dangerous, he could get any data he wanted when he looked at you is what you thought. Along with the eye mod, he had a weaponized hand from what you could see. Kagehira's whole hand was a mechanical gray, some bright green wires connecting the hand to the area just before his wrist. You didn't want to stare too long at it, lest he notices and starts thinking you're a threat, some secret government spy. He luckily didn't seem to either see or care, too busy studying some blue holographic information graph he's made in front of him.

The other hacker, Oshi-san, as Kagehira called him, looked relatively normal. The only thing which separates him from being another civilian is the wire hanging from his neck. His outfit, too, makes him stand out. It looked like one of the highly exclusive outfits showcased on billboards, something you could never afford. It's a deep wine rich red, with some black overlaying it. Not a common hacker or cyber psycho outfit, they usually prefered practicality over style. On closer inspection, the utility belt he had on held a pair of scissors, some medical tools, and bombs? You couldn't quite tell nor would you ask, you wanted to thank these strange men and leave, head back to your apartment and rest.

However that wasn't going to be happening because when Oshi-san looked up, still with that sneer, he wanted you out. "Kagehira, lead HiMERU's guest out of the medical bay, and to Main, where the others are. I need to clean up." And with a nod Kagehira hurriedly appears beside you, one mechanical hand on your shoulder leading you out of the room. You notice then, that both of his hands are mechanical, not just one. He doesn't say anything as he pushes you out the door, and you don't dare attempt to look around. Kagehira was stronger than he looked, you could tell he wasn't using much of his strength to push you along. Attempting to run had crossed your mind but from what you hear about cyber psychos, you would be dead before you took four steps.

The walk towards wherever he was taking you seemed forever, at least to you. The whole place seemed bathed in that deep blue. Eventually the hall opened up into a wide space. The first thing you noticed was the gigantic floor to ceiling window, spanning the whole length of the wall. It made the one in your apartment seem tiny. It was still night from what you could tell, except you weren't in the poverty ridden area anymore, or maybe you were, just in one of the expensive penthouses only shitty government officials owned.

Which couldn't be if you thought about it, you were with cyber psychos, the governments enemies. But perhaps they had government official spies, it wouldn't be surprising. That was most likely the correct answer. It would be even more surprising if you had managed to make it into the Tenshouin Metropolis. Cyber psychos can barely make it out alive in there. The view was still phenomenal from the window wherever you were.

You think it's safe enough to look around the new area without consequences. From what you can see while Kagehira’s still pushing you in. The next thing to captivate your attention is how richly decorated it is. There seems to be a bar to the right, a pinkish purple glow coming from it. Giant TV screens span the wall on the left, showing nothing. Some plants lay around as decoration. There's a big three staired area dipping down in the middle of the room. Inside there's a giant round glass table, surrounded by a large couch. You spot the people next, there's around four of them, all talking to each other on the couch.

None of them notice your approach, Kagehira keeping silent as he guides you along. You stayed quiet too, afraid any noise would have one of them shooting at you. Once you reach the stairs dipping down, that's when their attention turns to you. There were all men, only one of them with visible modifications.

The first man, grey hair pulled back in a ponytail, bright blue eyes, stares at you with confusion. He holds a pack of chips in one of his hands, the other paused midway to his mouth. The second man, a few inches away, has light blue hair down to his neck, golden eyes filled with concern. The black jacket he's wearing hangs loosely off his arms, which sit folded in his lap.

The third man has the modifications. He sits on the opposite end of the couch, arms outstretched and legs spread wide, showing off more than you'd like in some black cargo pants. His arms are mechanical, bright red wiring traces up them, showing off in patterns, it was an intricate but beautiful design. His vermillion hair is spiked up at the ends, a black headband ensuring they don't fall down. He also has blue eyes, except these are filled with amusement, a proud smirk lines his face.

The fourth and final man, well, he looks like a teen, has light pink hair. His lavender eyes gaze at you with curiosity. This boy's a hacker from the looks of it, a wire hanging down from the base of his neck. Kagehira pushes you into the circle, causing you to stumble on the steps a little, the light blue haired man makes a move as if to catch you if you had fallen but quickly stops. Standing awkwardly in the circle, wondering what was to happen. None of them said anything and you wondered briefly if one of these men was the so-called "HiMERU" as Oshi-san had said.

It didn't take long before the red headed one started speaking, "Gyahaha, Oi, MeruMeru what did you drag in? Some whore you picked up on the street?"

"HiMERU would like you to shut it." You remember then, HiMERU, you've seen him broadcasted on the government's wanted list. He's a dangerous psycho, in danger of going into manic mode if Tenshonin's claims were accurate. The other men's appearances clicked then too. The grey haired one was Niki Shiina, one of the assassin's of the psychos, also in danger of going manic. The red headed one, Rinne Amagi, the worst of them all, a reward of 5 billion was offered for any information about his whereabouts, and now you know. They wouldn't let you go, you had seen them and their hiding place, they must have a use for you since you're still alive. The last one, the boy you recognized as the famous hacker Kohaku Oukawa. He was known as one of the best, able to combat the head of cyber security of the government. Not much information was known about him, but it was said he had no technological modifications.

Kagehira speaks up from behind you. "Uh, Oshi-san said they have some bruising on their chest and back. I don't know what ya wanted them for but I thought I should tell ya. We gave them some medicine but it can't fully take away there pain." If anything, the looks from the men in front of you only got more excited at the prospect that you were injured and could feel pain. HiMERU's the first to speak up, "HiMERU is sorry he blasted that building. But he couldn't help it, he was being followed by the government. So HiMERU brought you here to have our doctors medicate you."

That relatively explained why you were here, but also didn't. Cyber psychos weren't known for their generosity or mercy, and by the looks of the others around him, they thought that wasn't a good enough reason to bring some random person into their hideout. "Wait wait HiMERU, you brought some regular civilian to our headquarters because you almost killed them? When did you ever care about that?" Niki's the one who spoke up, already pulling out another chip from the bag, before he can respond Kohaku cuts in. "Yea, don't we have to kill them now anyways? They can't leave now since they know where we're located."

That thought had already crossed your mind. You knew Kohaku was right, and you assumed they had some job for you. You hadn't thought one of them would save you because he felt guilty. "Really MeruMeru? You saved some random person? You never cared about leaving them to die before, what's so different about this one? You wanna hook up with them or something?" Rinne looks as if this is one of the most amusing conversations he's had, eyebrows quirked up, smugly grinning at HiMERU. "No, HiMERU had not planned on that, he does not know why but HiMERU feels some kind of attraction to them. He wishes for them to stay by his side."

You're sure the face you made is one of even more confusion then the expressions on the other cyber psychos, even Mika let out a confused "Huh?" from behind you. "Woah, that's new. I never thought you'd want a companion, Niki and me not enough to satisfy your needs, oh how rude you are HimeRunRun!" Rinne makes an upset sort of face before bursting out in raucous laughter. HiMERU glares at Rinne, one of his hands starting to twist at his wrist. Niki, finished with his chips, puts a hand on HiMERU's shoulder and he stops, hands once again falling limp.

His gaze turns back towards you, eyes only showing pity. "HiMERU is sorry he put you in this situation, he hopes you can understand. However, if you choose to accept HiMERU's companionship, he can offer you protection, you would not meet death." All you wanted to do was go home and play a game, lose yourself in a fictional world and forget about this one. But you knew you could only accept HiMERU's offer or die. Neither option appealed to you but you did enjoy your life, and maybe dating a cyber psycho wouldn't be too bad, it would definitely be interesting.

Your suspicions were confirmed when Kohaku piped up "Yea, if you don't accept HiMERU we'd have to kill you, but we could make it painless, we have the technology." You didn't want to die, you enjoyed your life in the city however shitty it may be. Living with cyber psychos would be interesting, they were always doing something illegal and performing acts against the government, but it would make your life less dull. This wasn't something you particularly wanted but you couldn't deny the thrill of excitement you feel at this new opportunity.

"Yea, sure I'll accept his offer. I can't do anything anyways, and it seems exciting." They all look at you with stunned expressions, HiMERU's is the first to change, a smile makes its way to his face. You hadn't known cyber psychos could smile. "You must be one dumb bitch to accept that offer! Or maybe you're just the same as those junkies out there, crazed and delusional! Oh how interesting, I can't wait to see how long you last with us." From the corner of your eye you could see Niki nodding his head in agreement at Rinne's words. HiMERU doesn't acknowledge Rinne, the only sign he heard it was a small twitch of his eye.

He makes a motion with his hands which looks as if he's beckoning you towards him. You're hesitant, fear hitting you full blast now, the deal having been made. You had agreed to stay with the cyber psychos, the most wanted criminals too. What were you thinking? You wouldn't last long no doubt, bound to be killed by a hunter sooner or later. Wallowing in your own self pity at your situation, you felt a hand shove you squarely in the middle of your shoulder blades, a sharp spike of pain from where he touched you.

"Ya gotta listen when HiMERU tells ya something, ya don't have any power here." Kagehira's voice sounds behind you as you stumble and fall, HiMERU catching you. He hugs you close to him, his hands pressing into unseen bruises and making you wince, you don't scream out, afraid it would anger them. Rinne speaks up again, making everything worse, "You gotta tell me after he's used you, was he any good? Whenever he's with Niki and me he's a slutty bottom, begging for our cum in ten minutes."

HiMERU presses you closer, almost crushing you with how hard he's hugging you. Niki looks uncomfortable from what you could see, eyes downcast at his empty chip bag. Kohaku doesn't seem to be paying any more attention to what's happening, engrossed in whatever he's playing on his holographic screen. Mika isn't looking at you either, gaze set towards the window, staring out into the night life. You wished you back out there, walking freely through the vibrant city, listening to the world as it falls apart around you.

Rinne doesn't quiet, his words only rising in volume, his laughter worsening with every sentence he manages out, "Oh also, be careful. Our little MeruMeru is infertile so you can have all the fun you want. I would love to learn how long it takes before you get all fucked out, begging for him to stop because it's too much!" HiMERU doesn't say anything, you're too scared to. So when that disgusted voice screams out "Be quiet you uneducated bastard! How dare you speak of such vile actions while in my presence! I should throw you out on the street and let the hunters take you away!"

"Oshi-san!" Kagehira's attention is immediately drawn to the man who had just appeared, he scrambles towards him, slipping on a rug. "Non Kagehira! You must be graceful, be careful not to trip." Kagehira nods as he takes his place beside Oshi-san, carefully standing up straight and staring down at you. "Itsuki, that stick up your ass hasn't come down any? I'm just joking."

You know Rinne must have said something that would start a fight based on the way Kohaku flinched and got up, walking out of the room towards the purple illuminated bar, Niki followed after Kohaku. Kagehira doesn't move, only narrowing his eyes down at Rinne. "HiMERU thinks he should leave now, come with HiMERU, he will take you to his room." Having no choice but to agree, you nod your head, his arms slip off of you and the sharp pain you felt under his hold slowly dulls down. He motions for you to follow him.

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HiMERU leads you to a room on another floor of the penthouse you’re in. You think it’s on the 88th floor but you’re not exactly sure, too tired from what had transpired already. The ride up to HiMERU’s room is awkward in your opinion. He stays quiet the whole time, golden eyes eyeing you every few moments, for what reason you can’t be sure. He pulls up a holographic map like the ones the others had, except his showcases something different, a long document by the looks of it.

You don’t ask about it, knowing better than that, it was probably some official top secret government document no normal civilian should see. The elevator ride is long, you’ve been in here for what feels like five minutes, and it still shows no sign of stopping. You take this moment to fully admire the cyber psycho who saved you, and also the one who took an unusual interest in you.

He still wears his black jacket, he has it hanging loosely on his arms, showing some of his pale skin from where it doesn’t cover. The shirt he’s wearing is body fit, sleeveless, showing off his lean build, for a cyber psycho he’s actually pretty skinny, when you thought of them you thought of muscular men, not this lean man. He wears baggy pants, all the more accentuating his skinny frame. His pants are utility, in dark blue. Some black lines run across the side. His pants also have a type of belt across them, which holds knives and other weapons. It looks like he most likely had more, concealed somewhere.

Eventually the elevator stops after what feels like forever, HiMERU getting rid of his hologram when he notices. The view from even higher up amazes you once again, HiMERU had a room on one of the tallest floors of the penthouse. High enough that everything down below looks tiny. His room is bathed in that same deep blue light, the wall in front of you one floor to ceiling mirror like the area you were in before. His room has Tv screens similar to the main area too, except pushed up against the wall is a giant king sized bed, hovering 12 centimeters above the carpet.

His room is furnished with some plants too, except weapons line the wall to the right and posters cover the wall to the left. He surprisingly has a few plushies lying on the floor too. "HiMERU stays here often, he likes how it looks, and the view from the window, however he is in the open here, everyone is. It is dangerous but beautiful." His voice startles you, he's standing right behind you, staring down.

The view had almost made you forget you were with the cyber psychos, except maybe it wouldn't be so bad, at least you hoped. HiMERU moves away from you to sit on his bed, watching you take in his room, looking for a sign you like it. When you finished looking around you sat down beside him, avoiding his eyes. You can feel his hand as it runs over your shoulder, taking care not to press too hard, lest he hurts you.

"Have you ever been in an room like this?" HiMERU removes his hand from your shoulder when he asks this, instead leaning back, laying down on his gray bedcover. A tentative "No" escapes you, it was true, you hadn't been somewhere like this, always too poor to keep up with the rapid advancements the city was making. You hadn't minded, happy to stay behind since it meant more safely however worsening conditions, being wealthy in this word meant death sometimes. The cyber psychos or government wanted your wealth to help them achieve their goals. Of course some declined, choosing to live out their lives in peace, however sometimes they were still targeted.

It was hard to tell who was working with whom sometimes, everything was secretive, but of course it was possible to find out. Skilled hackers could, they could hack into a house's database and find all the secrets people didn't want known. "HiMERU doesn't know if he likes how he is now." His words shock you, you thought every cyber psycho was some crazy individual, fighting against the government because they thought it was fun, or they had too much time on their hands.

You don't tell him this, afraid he might take offense and his attraction towards you would disappear. Staying silent, turning to look out the window and not at him, maybe he would keep talking or he'd go silent, falling asleep. "HiMERU didn't want to become a cyber psycho, but he wanted to. The government killed him, HiMERU does not forgive the government, he seeks vengeance." That sort of made sense, he had only joined since the government killed someone he was close to, you didn't ask not wanting to seem as if you were prying. But still, someone seeking vengeance usually didn't earn a spot on the most wanted list, or became one of the highly dangerous cyber psychos, there must be another reason.

"Did you know this room can do other things, HiMERU thinks the new tech in this era is interesting. Lights off." He was deflecting from his previous statements. You knew certain places were voice automated, yet yours wasn't and it surprised you some when the lights did go off. The dark blue was gone, yet the light from the city kept the room somewhat lit up, perks of a city that never slept. His room was more beautiful than before, soft pinkish purple light bouncing off everything.

Turning to look out the window, you hear HiMERU sit up and the dip in the bed as he moves himself closer. You don't dare to turn to look at him when you feel his warm breath on the side of your neck. You don't fight him off when he turns your face towards him, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. You embrace it, closing your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the feeling of his soft lips on yours. He wasn't a bad person, you might actually enjoy being with you.

You let him climb on top of you, straddling your waist, he doesn't break the kiss yet, if anything he continues with more fever. The hand that had tilted your face moves down your body, resting on your collarbone, smoothing over the skin there. His other hand ghosting over your waistband, his fingertips resting right where your shirt ends. He disconnects from you, a small whine of protest escaping your throat when he does so.

"HiMERU wants to make sure this is ok, he does not want to force you into anything. So HiMERU is asking." Nodding your head hastily, wanting his lips back on you, any part he would kiss you wanted him too. And when he saw your nod his lips immediately fell back on yours. The hand at the end of your shirt immediately sliding up, ghosting over your sensitive skin. Gasping into the kiss when his hand finds its way to your bra, slipping under and fondling your breast. He immediately starts to pull and pinch at your nipple, willing it to harden under his fingers. His mouth once again leaves you, choosing instead to place small kisses on the corner of your lip, moving downwards. As he kisses down your jaw the hand on your collarbone moves down, coming to grab at your waist. His hold is firm, most likely so you wouldn't squirm around, but when his hand presses into you a pain erupts. That must be one of the bruises Kagehira was talking about.

A sound of pain leaves you, HiMERU's hands immediately leave you, and his kisses stop. "Ah, HiMERU is sorry, he didn't mean to hurt you, he forgot you were hurt. Would you like him to keep going, or would you like to rest?" Him stopping already would be more torture than him accidentally pressing into your hurt body. "No, it's ok, please continue." You look at him with pleading eyes, willing him to go on. He nods and moves to stop straddling you, choosing to lay beside you.

He turns you on your side, facing the window out into the city. You feel his body move to be right up against yours, his hard cock pressing into your back. His mouth is right next to your ear, you could hear his breathing slightly erratic. One of his hands snakes its way down to your waistband once again, trying to tug it down. With some difficulty he manages to pull your pants down to your knees, sliding them off and throwing them somewhere in his room to find later.

Your underwear follows soon after, thrown like your pants. The relativity cool air of HiMERU's room hitting your wetness makes you shiver. You become acutely aware that you're actually quite wet, sure to leave a stain on HiMERU's bed sheets. That thought doesn't last long as HiMERU's wet fingers find their way to your hole, using one to gather all your wetness before pressing in. It was unannounced the surprise mixing with the sudden pleasure causing you to let out a whispered "HiMERU."

A small chuckle leaves him as he curls the finger inside of you up, trying to spread you out enough for his next finger. When he deems you ready he slides in the next, alongside his other one, using them to make a scissor motion. The feeling is enough to have you gasping, aware that anyone near the window could see in, a full view of what was happening. The thought only makes you more excited, causing you to clench on HiMERU's fingers.

"Oh, HiMERU felt you tighten, what is making you so excited?" You barely get out "the window" before he's pressing in a third finger, thumb small circles onto your clit. "Does letting everyone in the city know you're a slut excite you? HiMERU thought you were better, but he guesses he was wrong." His mean words only have more pleasure shooting through you, small "nos' ' leaving. However when he presses into that spongy spot inside you, his thumb starts to rub more harshly on your clit you knew you wouldn't last.

Your orgasm hits harder than you expected, eyes rolling, as you press your back harder to HiMERU's chest, hole gushing out fluids on HiMERU as he fingers you through your high. When you come down, you realize HiMERU's already pulled his fingers out. He's moved above you, cock out, tip an angry red and weeping precum. The glow of the city lights reflects on his face, making him look more ethereal than he already is.

"HiMERU's sorry, but he wants to cum too, it's not nice that only you get too." You hadn't said he couldn't, but before you could even get a word out he pushes in, using your fluids as a natural lubricant. The stretch hurts, it feels as if he's splitting you open, and only his tip was in. You could feel tears starting to form, your vision becoming fuzzy. The aftershocks of your own orgasm still rolling through you. You knew you were tightened up around HiMERU, too tight for him to go any further without it hurting.

He leans close to your face, one of his hands moving up to wipe your tears away. "You need to breathe, HiMERU can't push in, it will hurt more, relax." His voice is calm although his breathing is quite excited. He starts nipping at your shoulder, wanting to make you relax and forget about the pain of him pushing in. It works and a few moments later he continues until he bottom outs. He doesn't move, letting you adjust to the feeling of being filled so completely. He was big, every small movement one of you made, made you clench back down on him.

He leans up from your neck, looking down at where you're connected together, your slick spilling out around him. Your tears were clearing and all you could see and focus on was him. The way his hands had moved to your hips, holding you in place, hard enough to leave a bruise to join the ones already forming. His chest was moving rapidly from his breathing under his skin tight shirt, his hair falling in a curtain over his face.

The next moment he moves, starting at a slow pace, the drag of his cock starting slow inside you causing you to groan. HiMERU pays no attention, too interested in the way his cock was starting to pump in and out of you. It doesn't take long before he has set a moderate pace. Small groans start to leave him and he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss once again, biting down on you. Your arms wrap around him, attempting to pull him closer than he already is.

He pulls away to announce "HiMERU is, fuck, close, he doesn't know why he can't hold out longer." Your response is a whimper against his lips, a coil in your stomach starting to tighten as his thrusts get rougher, eventually bouncing you on him. One of his hands snakes up to your hair, pulling at it while his other hand meets where you're connected rubbing at your clit to bring you over the edge with him.

It doesn't take long, HiMERU grunts and stills himself as far as he fan inside you, burying his face in your chest as you feel something warm start to fill you up. The feeling of him releasing causes you to reach your second orgasm of the night. Arching your back as you feel yourself cum on his cock. He doesn't pull out, instead rolling over to the side, still inside you even as he starts to soften.

You could feel his cum slowly starting to flow out of you, around his cock and onto his bed sheets but that wasn't your worry. All you could feel was the deep tiredness that set over your body from the night. HiMERU drapes an arm across your body and you snuggle into him, watching as the first light of dawn sneaks over the horizon. The last thing you hear before you succumb to sleep is HiMERU saying "curtains close."

[prismaticpichu]

Sometimes, people question if SOLDIERs are really people. If they have somehow transcended the bounds of humanity and were new animals entirely. Some think of them as brutal, barbaric. Others think of them as hollow celebrities to fangirl over. Anything but human, though. Anything but human.

There’s just one problem with this philosophy.

SOLDIERs can display levels of absolute, unadulterated, indisputable stupidity only achievable by man.

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• One morning, Angeal began tearing his apartment to complete shreds in search of his PHS. Every drawer was thrust open; every pillow was flipped over. And this man was angry. He had JUST had it, he was certain. JUST. What, was he supposed to believe that It sprouted wings and flew away? It was only when he scoured the den did the man realize that his phone may have fallen simply under the couch. So, he knelt down under the sofa, prepared to search the inky strip of darkness underneath. And that’s when he pulled his PHS out of his pocket, turned on the flashlight, and began waving the device in a manic rage as he shouted “WHERE THE HELL IS IT?”

• Genesis was sitting in a cafe one morning when it happened. He had just rented a new book from the library, and as such, needed a quiet and “civil” place to crack down on it. So, he picked a table near the cafe’s loudspeaker, ordered a muffin, and sat down. All was going well. Peaceful. That was, until a Michael Jackson song started playing on the radio—to which Genesis responded by jolting out of his chair in absolute bafflement to say aloud, to the whole cafe, “How is this POSSIBLE? Isn’t this man dead?”

• Zack, in his case, was sitting on his couch eating a tray of brownies, eyes glued to a comedy flick on the TV. Suddenly he heard his PHS go off and reached to answer it—only, still staring at the screen, he picked up a brownie and put it up to his ear instead. He sat going “Hello? Helloooooo?” for at least 3 minutes until Angeal walked into the room.

• It was hardly dawn when Sephiroth opened his computer to begin typing a report. He wanted to get a head start before the rest of the paperwork flooded in—a relatively smart move if he did say so himself. The only problem was that, running on three hours and twenty minutes of sleep, he forgot how to spell “I”. This meant that for the next ten minutes, the man kept trying to type “aii”, “aye,” and “eye”, growing increasingly frustrated when it just didn’t look right. Everything suddenly became clear when he opened a Moogle search bar and actually typed in “How to spell ‘I’”.

[bellarkeselection]

Since you want a Tony Stark request, I'm here for you

Love confession with him and female reader, a very delicious kiss and lots of love

I Want it that Way

Entering the Stark tower I had answered Pepper’s phone call saying that Tony was acting weird lately being down in his lab like normal which wasn’t an odd thing. But she said that he was sending a bunch of stuff to his house but never did anything with it. She said he claimed it was a party yet he would never tell her the date of when it was.

Walking down the staircase I entered the code he had on the keypad connected to the door. It opened and I stepped inside seeing the hall of multiple iron man suits that he had created. “Stark, I have been sent by Pepper Potts herself.”

“Awe Pep is concerned about me when she doesn’t have to be.” He responded while still working on the arm blaster of the original red iron man suit.

Standing by his work table I leaned my weight against it knowing that he wasn’t much of a talker when he was down here. Pepper and I had been friends for years so when she went to work for him that was the day we met. “Yes she’s concerned since you have been using your company money to buy a bunch of random stuff. But then you’ve done nothing with anything.”

“They’re not nothing. I would have thought you knew that unless she hasn’t shown you what I’ve bought.” Tony lifted his head up, snapping his fingers once he turned on the computer screen. He rolled over in his car pulling up some pictures. “Sit here, honey.”

I shook my head when he patted his lap. “Not gonna happen, Tony.”

“Just sit and look through the photos.” He instructed where I sighed, sitting on his lap and taking a hold of the mouse controller. I shifted my gaze through the photos beginning to piece together why he had ordered certain items.

He had purchased anything from my favorite snacks, drinks, movies I rented off his tv, clothes I pointed out I liked in the stores we passed. There was even one picture of a large bear stuffed animal he had in his Amazon cart. Tony and I had this teasing type of relationship you could call it. But there was one thing I couldn’t tease him about…how I truly felt about him. Otherwise I would have to deal with the idea that he either felt the same or just saw me as a friend. “You always seem so smart with comebacks. I thought you would have tried hacking into my Amazon account before coming down here.”

“Some people actually respect others' privacy.” I glared at him over my shoulder shifting around slightly and seeing how close we were to each other this way.

Tony turned off the computer screen focusing his soft brown eyes on mine. “I just needed to find the perfect gift for my plan to work. So that you would have no problem agreeing to…cause I don’t want to deal with rejection.”

“Who the hell would reject you. You’re Iron Man for crying out loud.” I throw my hands up from my lap.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah but only one person hasn’t treated me differently since I told the world that I was a superhero. And that person means more to me than what the rest of the world thinks.”

“Sounds like a lucky person whoever he or she is.” I replied leaning my back against his work table since I wasn’t comfortable being this close to him.

Tony didn’t seem to get that through when he moved forward resting his hands on either side of me. His deep brown eyes poured into mine while he spoke. “Please don’t take offense to this but I am a genius in case you forgot. But are you that blind to how I feel about you Y/n?”

“How you feel about me, Tony. Oh I’m sorry I suppose your teasing has been perfectly clear all these years. I have just been too stupid to realize it.” I rolled my eyes trying to get away from him feeling a nervous pit in my stomach but he had me boxed in.

He raised a brow at me, turning off the power to the headset he was wearing that could control the suits in another area as long as he wore them. “You’re not stupid, Y/n. But I feel stupid for just not asking this question sooner. Do you see yourself having any romantic feelings for me at all?”

“I…yeah I do. I just never thought you’d feel the same way. I mean because you’re you…and you can have anybody in the world and now you’re saying you’re choosing me of all people.” I sniffed avoiding his gaze, not sure what came over me where I just began declaring my entire insecurities and feelings out on the table for him.

Tony moved his hands up to my shoulders making me shift my eyes back on his. “Of course I chose you, darling. You’re the person who I worry about on Avenger missions, you’re the person who will eat pizza with me at midnight, help me down here on my suits even though you can’t stay awake on five hours of sleep like I can. When you smile or laugh I just want to freeze that moment in time or find a way to keep recreating it.”

“Tony, please stop. I get it okay.” I held my hands up trying to not blush like a tomato in front of him but he had a way with words when it came to me.

He reached up, removing my hands from my face and holding my hands in his. He needed to see your face while he poured his heart out. “Just let me get this all out okay. My suits aren’t the only thing in my life that I care about anymore. It’s you, it’s always gonna be you Y/n. That’s what all the purchases are because I was looking for the perfect way to ask you out and to have you maybe move in with me.”

“You want me to move in with you. Are you serious?” Covering my mouth with my hands I couldn’t believe what I was hearing right now.

He sent me a glare crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s what you got from my whole declaration of love speech?”

“Forgive me if this is all of sudden on me. I mean of course I want to do that with you. I want to be with you. It’s just all overwhelming for me. I hear you saying these wonderful things yet I have nothing to tell me that I am not dreaming right now-“

He cut my ramblings off, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me deeply where I would have fallen weak to my knees if I was standing upright. I gasped moving my hands over his black fitted shirt until I was holding onto his shoulders kissing him back slowly.

Tony tilled my head downward to give him the opportunity to deepen the kiss. I sighed into the feeling only dreaming that this would happen until this very moment. I lifted one hand fisting his black hair in my fingers hearing him moan into the kiss until we needed air. “You’re not dreaming, baby. My feelings are 3,000 percent real.”

“3,000 that’s quite a lot. Are you sure I’m worth Iron Man’s time?” I questioned him, chuckling with my arms draped around his neck.

He sent me a half smile leaning forward kissing me softly. “I’ll buy, make or do whatever I have to do to make you see that you are all I want. I want us to be together. I want it that way forever.”

“Tony, that’s not necessary. I already said I’d move in with you.” I shake my head laying my head against his chest where he wrapped his arms around my waist. He lays his chin on top of my head just holding me close to his chest briefly.

He mumbled into my hair moving it behind my ear. “I mean I actually am getting a few other ways to show you in mind if you're up for it.”

“Really…Do those plans change when I tell you I'm still a virgin?” I blushed the second the words left my mouth, terrified of what he would say now.

Tony tilted my head up resting his forehead against mine where I could feel his breath on my face when he spoke. “No way, honey. It just means that I have the honor of making it so enjoyable for you.”

“I like the sound of that, Stark. So tonight or…” I trailed off feeling a little bold.

Yet to my surprise he didn't jump at the idea of taking me upstairs like I thought he would. He in fact did the opposite and just kissed me slowly. “As much as I am turned on by the thought not tonight. When it happens I want you to have the best date night of your life, baby.”

“You ain't a bad guy, Tony. I'm glad we're together now.” I smiled up at him wrapping my arms around his neck drawing him down for another deep kiss.

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Someday when I have a more consistent schedule I really do wanna have a YouTube channel. And I’ve wondered about sponsorships. I’ve gotten offers on this very blog before to participate in one of those stupid ads for drop shipping crystals that project your birth sign or whatever that I’ve turned down.

I’ve wondered though. Because on one hand sponsors pay good money and money is a thing that is required to live in this day and age. But also I feel like if I ever took a sponsor nobody could ever fully and completely trust my opinion on anything again.

There’s this YouTuber I love whose channel is called Swell Entertainment. And she comes across as being very honest but also she takes sponsorships. And a big part of her channel is review content. So sometimes I wonder if she’s pulling her punches slightly because she still wants to be marketable. But I don’t hold that against her because she’s living in LA for god’s sake and sponsorships provide much more reliable income than other methods.

It’s kinda sad that advertisement is almost required to make a living creating internet content.

I pay for YouTube premium not just because I wanted to get rid of ads on my smart tv, but because creators get more money per view from YouTube premium subscribers. I can’t afford to subscribe to a dozen patreons but I can afford one cheap subscription.

I hope if I ever have a channel big enough to have sponsorships I either take them extremely rarely for stuff I actually care about or don’t take them at all. Because I want to be able to just have opinions about stuff openly. But the sad truth is that money can be an issue. So. Who knows? I certainly don’t hold it against people who take sponsorships. That’s just how the industry works nowadays. They need money to live. And if you have adhd which many creative types do contractual deadlines can really help you get stuff done. And sponsors can get you experiences like vacations and luxury hotel stays and free reviewer copies of books and video games. Who can blame them? There’s so much stuff available to you from sponsors that can improve your quality of life and help you make your business better. Money to hire editors and voice actors and writers and animators, buy better equipment, rent out a sound stage.

But. Idk. A lot of those sponsored products aren’t that good. And a lot of people are susceptible to advertising. It works on a lot of people. Especially when it comes from a face they trust.

The tradeoff to take sponsors or not is a difficult one. Honestly and truly. And it’s very probable that I’ll never be popular enough to actually have to make a decision on these things. But I still think about it every time I see a sponsored segment. What levels of calculation have gone into that? None? A lot? I’ll never be allowed to know because that would be bad for business.