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savnofilter · 3 years

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Second to Last Catch

Dabi x 『FEM』Reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): dabi is a slight asshole.

ᴡᴄ: 1.3k words [5 mins, 10 seconds].

ᴀ/ɴ: ilyt babe! i hope this turned out good, i kinda wanna writer a second part,, this is a little crack-ish cause i wrote this at 4 in the morning kfbnbv thank you, anon!

Dabi isn’t use to people getting in the way of his plans.

~ yk,,, ever since he left the bird’s nest.

anyways, Dabi was a lad to always go solo dolo. before he even heard or thought of the LoV is when he had already been tallying up his kill score for his own personal vendetta.

it wasn’t until one fateful night when he itched to get his next target, one who deserved it.

you see, he wasn’t one to deep dive searches on his counts, but this one was what peaked his interest.

the grade A scum he was about to burn alive was ready to take.

he spent so many nights perfecting to catch the damn criminal -- and for Dabi to consider this guy worse than him meant that there was a severe problem.

Dabi had spent nights, days even just to get this guy the pain he deserved.

but unlike his other easy and quick (at least to him) kills, you were there already finishing the deed...

“What the hell.” Dabi said in the same stoic tone he used. His short sentence had gained your attention, cerulean blue eyes meeting with your e/c orbs. Your pupils widened and shrunk in exact confirmation that you were seeing the correct person in front of you.

“You.” That was all you said. His brows quirked curiously at you, his once wide and wandering gaze narrowed to a condescending look you’d have to catch if you read his words wrong.”

“You?” Dabi repeated after you, stepping through the window and into the office of the man he planned to kill. His nose flared as he watched the ink from your blade-like feathers impale the ‘trash’ that laid on the floor.

“Yes, you!”

Oh, so we were playing games now.

He had been confused for a second, staring at it for a second before giving you a look over once again. He hadn’t noticed the quite measurable pair of black wings that sat on your back. Your lips twitched into a proud grin at his ogling, spreading your wings to give him a good look at them. He rolled his eyes at your cocky attitude. He didn’t like it and he was sure he wasn’t going to like you either.

You on the other hand? You were going to have so much fun.

“I’ve seen you on the news. That little group who terrorizes those little student soldiers.” Had it been for you not grinning already you would’ve broken character. You had always had a way of picking at people's buttons, never fully pressing it to trigger them so much more.

Your response had left him stunned, at least he didn’t show but you could see right through him. If he could blush it would’ve given him away right about now. His jaw clenched as he had been grouped up with Shigaraki’s hot mess of a plan, knowing damn well for himself he could give a rats ass about what they were doing. Or maybe he was getting so heated that you had boiled down their plans as “terrorizing” teens. Or the fact that he was just a bit goofy for not even thinking about it that way.

“Didn’t know birds squawked this much at night, you should shut up.” Dabi relaxed his jaw as he tried to calm himself down. Something was tugging at the back of his head, and it seemed that you weren’t the only one who recognized one another. You laughed at his words, crossing your arms as you leaned against the wooden desk.

“Wow. You know making remarks about people’s appearances because of their quirks these days is a touchy subject right…” You trailed off, lifting your hand to cover your mouth as you finish your sentence “Burnt fry.”

His stance relaxed, already use to the comments about his skin and appearance. While he let your trash travel from one ear through the other, he had examined the crime scene that he sadly didn’t have the chance to commit. It took almost too long for him to realize before it clicked to him.

You were a vigilante. More a less a broke, cheap, rip-off of the no-good hero society. Still clinging onto saving the day with the last remaining bits of hope you could offer to the world. He wasn’t surprised to find out and put the pieces together about who you were. He was amused to find that the talk of the city wasn’t what he had thought. This one -- correction, you were interesting. He huffed to himself as he concluded his inner monologue, looking at you again once the image of your murder had been ingrained into his head. If he looked too long it never did him any good.

“Hellooo-”

“Don’t you have a curfew to abide by instead of flirting with a villain, Princess?” He remarks, smugly shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the open window that welcomed the drafty breeze in.

Your cheeks heat up at his remark. You knew that he was talking some bullshit and yet you still let him surprise you like this. “I do not need a curfew.” Damnit. Was that all you could come up with? Really?

Dabi made a move to walk towards you, instinctively making you move away from him. You tripped over your own feet as you watched him get closer, plucking one of your large feathers and sticking the now poisonous and knife weapon at him. “S-Stay back!”

Of course, he didn’t listen. Soon enough he had backed you up against a wall, only about five feet apart from you. He looked down at the pointed blade, his eyes were narrow again as he slapped it away from your hand. The feather flipped and firmly stuck into the floor of the office. You didn’t dare to look back at him and your beautiful wings shrunk along with your witty responses.

You had no idea why you were so nervous, there should be no way why the person you’re supposed to fight against was making you stammer like this. You were hoping that if you just stayed still enough that you’d stay still. You held your breath as you froze in place, earning a snort from the villain.

“What are you doing?”

“If I can’t see you, you can’t see me.”

The silence that passes between you is pregnant. He couldn’t figure out how… bold you were. Thankfully two could play at that game.

He grabbed your jaw and moved your head to look at him. The look in your eyes was of a different breed and it made him uncomfortable. You two were fighting a silent war to outwit (if it’s that what we want to call it) each other while still feeling the odd cringe of how you got along. You watched up at him expectantly, hands pressed against the wall to give you some support against the curiosity if he would burn your chaotic ass or not.

“We should work together,” Dabi started carefully, a teasing edge to his voice. He leaned down to your ear, lips ever so slightly brushing against your earlobe. “As a team.” You spluttered at the feeling, pushing him away and squealing as you patted your ear trying to rid of the butterflies in your stomach and the flutter of your heart.

“Ew, you even squeal like a bird.”

You whipped around and glared at him, reaching over and under the forgotten desk to press the emergency button. His eyes widened as he watched you scrambling to find files that you needed, taking whatever you needed and shoving it in your duffle he didn’t even realize you had brought with you.

“My business card. Back pocket.” You pointed at him before shifting nodding for him to get the message. You wasted no time in diddle dallying. You left no room to give him a choice to talk, speed walking to the window and hopping out with a smile. “Call me if you’re lonely!”

Dabi was left standing there awkward just like when he had originally entered. His hand skeptically reached to touch his butt pocket, hesitating upon feeling that there was something stiff in it. He tilted his head in curiosity and pulled out the piece of ripped up paper. Though, your vigilante name and number read clear as day. He scoffed thinking about how fast the interaction had been, already finding himself missing your company.

He frowned at the sound of the police arriving outside the business building, taking it as a sign to finally leave as well. He gave your shitty card another look over before stuffing it in his pocket once again, shaking his head as he made his exit using the window as well and closing it behind him.

He’d have to call you soon.

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the-last-airbadger · 3 years

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My 2020

Hey y’all. So 2020 happened. That was a thing. Apparently. I know for a lot of people this year was uhm… pretty shit… but it was still a year that happened so it’s time for my annual reflection post (probably the only time I still post about myself on tumblr lol) and maybe we might even find some good things that happened this year!

The Beginning of 2020 vs Now

So, a lot has changed since the start of the year. A pandemic happened, for one. I can’t believe that a year ago I could still go to class every day and see my friends and now I’m pretty much stuck at home every day. The year started out pretty normal and then march happened and well, you all know what happened next. The worst part about the pandemic for me personally was probably the fact that I barely see my friends anymore and I can’t go to class every day. Some people may not think that not going to class is that bad, but I really enjoyed university more than I ever enjoyed school and I was really happy going there every day, and I was already sad I’d only have 4 to 5 years to spend there, so when that period got even shorter it made me kinda sad.

On the other hand, I do think that mentally I’m in a much better place than I was last year around this time. Being home this much really gave me time to reflect and work on my issues, and because my sister was stuck in our house for a couple of weeks I got to talk to her a lot which really helped me feel better. I think in general my entire family (my brother, sister and mom) have become a lot more open with each other which I think is great! I guess quarantine can have some benefits.

The Best Things about 2020

Okay, here’s is where we’re going to get even more positive and go over all the good things that happened (to me) this year! To be honest, most of the year was a bit of a blur so I probably will forget quite a bit, but I’m going to give this a try anyway. At the start of the year (when things were still normal) I was super excited to get into the next semester, as the one before had,,, kinda sucked, and those 6 weeks of class I had at the start of the year were really great. I remember me and my friends having a competition of who could get mentioned the most in our teacher’s powerpoint presentation so those classes were always interesting. I also finally got to dye my hair for the first time with the help of my friends. I’ve been wanting to do that for so long, and I’m so happy I finally got to do it! I even know how to do it myself now, and my hair hasn’t been brown since the start of march! Then, at the start of march, my dad and stepmother moved away and I permanently moved in with my mom. Before, I used to live with both my mom and my dad and I got really really sick of switching houses every week, so to finally live in one house and have all my stuff in one place was a bit of a relief to me, and I’m still really happy with it. After that, things become a bit blurry. I remember that at the start of quarantine in … April? I watched Sex Education or the first time, which is now not only one of my favourite shows ever, but also taught me a lot and helped me with some of the issues I was dealing with. We’ll skip over the subsequent sexuality crisis I had (I think I might actually be straight??), and skip straight to the summer, when I started watching I-Land. I watched every episode as it aired live, and because of this show my Fridays really became the highlight of the week. I don’t think I’ve ever been so invested in a survival show XD. The rest of the year was mostly just me spending time with myself. It got a bit lonely sometimes, but I also don’t think I’ve ever written as much as I have this year, and my drawing has significantly improved (if I may say so myself)! Especially towards the end of the year, when I started making a planning every day to prevent myself from wasting away all my time on youtube, I got super productive, and I wrote a lot, and made a lot of art, and I really felt good. I even started (gasp) working out. Yeah I know. Shocking right.

There was also a lot of good music that was released this year, and, to close this section on a great note, through one of my classes I finally found a group of friends to play D&D with! We haven’t actually played yet, but we will, and I’m so excited to play the game and get to know these people more! They all seem really kind!

My Resolutions for 2020?

Now, here’s the part where we check whether I actually reached all the goals I set myself for 2020. As usual, I have no idea what my resolutions were, so I honestly have no idea how I did. Let’s see, shall we?

Express my feelings more (as in I get really awkward in any sappy or mushy situation but I would like to be able to tell people I appreciate them without cringing) – UHM way to attack me on the very first resolution jeez. I did get more open with my family but I still can’t tell people I care about them without cringing so this is a fail lol

Again, learn to depend less on other people’s opinion and trust my own – I’ve been working on it, I think I’ve gotten a bit better? So win?

Get my sleeping schedule back on track – did that! It’s a bit whacky again now because of the holidays, but October and November were a big success regarding this resolution

WRITE MORE. This time I’ll make some concrete goals: Either I’ll get my story’s first draft done, or I’ll write 100 pages on a single project – okay, so here’s the thing. I don’t think I did any of these particular things, however this time I am 100% sure I wrote a lot more than the past years. I cannot count all the files and pages and notes I have now, but I wrote a lot, so I’m counting this as a win

I want to try NaNoWriMo (not necessarily in November, but at some point) – yeah, didn’t do that oops

I want to read a lot again but maybe not as much as this year because I want to focus on writing too. 40 books? – 49 books babey

Read all my current unread books (Aru Shah 2, Skullduggery Pleasant 9, Gemina, The Mistborn Trilogy and Call Down The Hawk) and finish my reread of Heroes of Olympus and the Raven Cycle) – Did all of these except Skullduggery Pleasant 9 (the start was so boring I decided not to read it all) and The Mistborn Trilogy (I am about halfway through the first book I think?) so I’m counting this as half a win

Finally read a book by V.E. Schwab (I’ve been wanting to try one of her books for ages) – Did that! Read a whole trilogy. It was good but not as great as I expected them to be. I think my expectations were too high though

Finish Playing Twilight Princess (I promised my brother) – Did that! I’m really proud of myself and so is my brother

Go. Swimming. Seriously. It’s scandalous that I still haven’t done that after waiting so long to be able to – IT’S BEEN 5 YEARS SINCE I LAST WENT SWIMMING WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. I did buy new swimshorts but I still haven’t actually used them… shame on me

Try to worry less about school and not overwork myself – kinda?

Maybe try another drawing challenge somewhere this summer? I haven’t done any of those in a while and I feel like my art needs more attention – okay, so I didn’t do that, but I did at the start of the year make the resolution to make portrait/photoshoot-like drawings for my 8 main oc’s, and I did actually manage to finish that, and they are some of the best drawings I’ve ever made, so though I haven’t actually done a challenge specifically, I did do something

I want to try a 24 hour readathon – Yeah, didn’t do that oops

I kinda want to learn a piano piece as well, but I already have so many hobbies I want to focus on so I don’t know if I’ll have the time ☹ – yeah my dad sold our piano so… fail XD

Expectations for 2021

Now, after last year I think it’s safe to say we can never really know what to expect. But! I’m going to guess anyway because it’ll be really fun to see next year whether I got anything right.

The first thing that I think will probably happen this year (if I don’t majorly mess anything up) is I’ll be writing my thesis next semester, and then in the summer I’ll get my bachelor’s degree. Honestly I can’t believe how fricking fast those 3 years went, but I guess I’ll just have to roll with it lol. Corona vaccinations will also probably start happening next year, and hopefully this will mean that going outside and seeing my friends will be possible again next year – at least a lot more than it was this year. I hope 2021 will be the year of hanging out with friends and getting to live a little again. Maybe even get to go to class. That would be great.

On to more minor – but no less exciting – things, 2021 will probably bring us a new season of Sex Education! I’m sooo excited for that holy shit. And, in a similar vein, I have high hopes for kpop releases now that SHINee is finally back, and it looks like Haseul is also returning to LOONA! 2021 will also be the year in which ENHYPEN makes their first comeback, and some of the other I-LAND contestants will also make their debut, and there might even be a new season of I-LAND as well in the summer? So there’s a lot of things to look forward to. Oh, and I almost forgot, Dan Howell’s book will be released in May, and there will be a new Grishaverse book, and the Shadow and Bone show will start airing, which I am really curious about. Again, lots of things to look forward to!

2021 Resolutions

I’m not feeling as ambitious as I was last year, but there are a couple of things I want to try and do, so let’s jump into the resolutions!

I just came up with this today, but I think I want to try and build a bit of a skincare routine? The skin on my nose is kinda flakey, and I think it couldn’t hurt to try and take better care of my skin

Keep up with my daily workouts. I want to work out every day, except when I’m at my dad’s or when it’s a special day, like Christmas or something.

Be able to do either 50 push-ups on my knees, 25 normal push-ups, or both

GO SWIMMING

Keep up with planning daily! It’s a really good way to balance all of my 3195 hobbies and it helps me to not get stressed about school

Write (almost) every day. I need to make it a habit

Draw at least once a week, every other day if possible

Go outside at least once a week. That doesn’t seem very hard but with corona I did not realise how little I go outside if I am not forced to. Sometimes I spend 3 weeks without going out and I don’t even notice it. That can’t be good for me lol

Try to make healthier food choices. Maybe follow the lunch meal plan of the guy whose workout videos I follow.

Get my bachelor’s degree

Grow a beard. I’m getting closer… I know I’m getting closer…

Meet with my frIENDS and give them the alBUMS I have for them

Be more careful with my money, maybe even save a bit of money

Spend less time on social media

Read more educational books

I think that’s it! I can’t think of anything else right now so these will have to do. I wish that 2021 will treat all of you much better than whatever mess 2020 was! Happy 2021!

Last year’s post: (x)

@the-official-pentacorn @asiandutchgirl

#personal #my 2020 #this year was a wild ride #here's to a better 2021

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shock777archive · 5 years

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A little Excerpt from a BBRAE Roleplay between my friend and I:

A little context: It’s two years after the end of season 5. Raven is 18, nearly 19 and Beast boy is 18. Raven has fallen in love with Beast boy after he nearly died protecting her from a cult of Trigon seeking revenge. Literally a week after theyve recovered from their wounds, Raven has been losing control of her powers and has been sinking into depression and even losing control of her demonic powers. Robin told everyone to leave raven alone to collect herself, but beast boy had to talk with her...and so he decided to write her a letter.

The excerpt is below the cut! :D I just wanted to share this cause it’s super in character and fucking cute ;A; I really wanna draw this and make it a full on fic, as it does fit nicely with my headcanons... Also, forgive us for any spelling errors. this is via the LINE app on cell lmao

The parts written by me are indicated, and my rp partner is the marvelous @angel-dust-ryuuki

Me: Beast boy stuck his head out of his room...looked to the left, looked to the right. No one in sight. It was nearing bed time and everyone was in their respective rooms. He heard muffled robin and starfire chatting, but could not make out anything they were saying. Raven's room was still cold, and almost gave off an unholy aura. It was dead silent. He wondered if Raven had gone to sleep finally? In any case, Beast boy carried out his little "plan." "If robin wont let me speak to you in person..." He thought to himself, kneeling down to her door. "I'll just have to write instead!" Beast boy slipped underneath raven's door, that single piece of crinkled up paper. Raven noticed it right away. She could always feel when someone was near...And she saw the little paper quietly slip under her door. Beast boy trotted back to his room, took one last look down the hallway at her door, and then closed his door behind him. Plopping back down on his queen sized bed, he began to game some.

Raven didn't know what to expect. But judging from the crinkly-ness of the paper and the horrendous writing, it had to be beast boy. Beast boy...her heart fluttered. Raven opened up the crude letter to look at a small little paragraph or two. She had to squint her eyes to read it.

"Raven- It's me, beast boy. I heard you weren't feeling well with everything that's going on. I just want you to know that it's okay to feel the way you do. Sometimes we have good days and sometimes we have bad days. And I know you're gonna say 'I'm not allowed to have bad days', but...I just want you to know we all hope you feel better soon! I hope I didn't do anything to hurt you or make you upset. Let me know if i did! You can punish me in any way you want! ...well, just don't take away my videogames! (he drew a random smiley face here).

If you're having trouble sleeping, maybe come hang out with me for a little while. I know it's a stretch, but I know robin and starfire do their...Adult things at night and cy usually has to charge his battery by late night...I'm usually up though! You're free to come visit. I won't tell anyone don't worry! The offer's always there and my door is unlocked at night if you need anything. You don't even have to knock! (insert another smiley face here.)

I hope you feel better soon, rae.

-From: (there were a few words here that were scratched out and illegible, followed by a slightly more bold signature: ) Changling. "

Angel: Raven blushed at the letter and held it close. She couldn't help but feel the warmth of his words in this cold room. Deciding to play along.

Beastboy was on his bed when a crow appeared. Dropping a neatly folded and stamped letter on his chest before it disappeared like smoke.

"Dear Changling, Nice name by the way. It's rather fitting. Do you plan to make it your new hero name?I appreciate the concern for what appears to be a more then unwelcome bad day. I know you want to tell me it's okay to feel the way I do. But feelings are not something I can have. You know how unstable my powers are. You didn't hurt me or make me upset. Nothing that has happened is your fault. The fault only lies with me. So please do not blame yourself for any of this. I will take your offer under consideration.-Raven

Me: Beast boy smiled and then looked around his room for more paper. Of course he was cleaner the more mature he had gotten, no longer being able to tolerate the smell. Most of his mess remained inside his closet though. Finally finding another paper he began his response.

A few moments later another paper slipped under her door.

"yeah, changling sounds pretty neat huh? I'll have to admit even I'm surprised I came up with that! (emoji here). Maybe I can ask robin if my personal file can be updated.

Look, I know you're not too keen on spending an evening late at night with some weird green dude but I SWEAR. I won't make you play video games or even make you talk. U could just come and read one of Ur books and I can do my own thing... I know how being alone can make u feel depressed."

Raven paused for a moment. She felt a chill go down her spine. Her room was so cold.. No doubt thanks to her powers reflecting her mood a little.

" the offer is always here. Even if I'm asleep or something u can wake me up! I don't care! I just want you to feel better raven."

Raven blushed deeply and sighed continuing to read the last bit.

"I'm glad I didn't mess up anything... I seriously been feeling like u were mad at me about something. But thanks raven. I won't worry anymore."

Angel: "Dear Changling,I'm sure Robin will have no problem with that. I've heard from Starfire he too is planning to soon change his Hero name to Nightwing. "Pausing on how to continue this. But feeling...lonely? Sighing. "I know your intentions are good. But my powers are unstable right now and I'm not even sure what might happen. I would prefer not to put you in any danger as much as possible."The last part she sighed a bit. "But...I do appreciate the letters. I wasn't even sure you knew how to write.-Raven"Bahaha of course she chide at him a little. XD Well he's never written a letter for her before. Heck he didn't even write one for Terra.

Me: Beast boy scowled at her sarcastic remark. He got out yet another piece of paper -(turns out he found an old empty sketchbook he was gifted but never used).

--- Another letter under her door. Beast boy was getting out of breath at this point XD

"Night wing?!? Okay well at least my name is cooler...."

Raven giggled and then immediately blushed when she realized she was laughing... At one of beast boys jokes?!? Hell had truly frozen over... Raven hadn't noticed it yet, but as she was writing these little letters back and forth, her emotions were stabilized... And her furniture no longer was floating. Hell, even her room began to warm just a tad...

"I think ur just using Ur powers as an excuse not to hang out with me! And yes, I know what happened earlier. Rob-(scratched out) night wing told me earlier. Look, I get that u have to control Ur emotions and stuff. But u were fine before all this trigon stuff happened. Maybe u could use a distraction or two? (winky face smile emoji here)

I do know how to write but I know how to text even better. U can message me via communicator u know.......

U do know how to make a private chat with that thing don't u? "

Raven looked at her communicator which lit up right as she finished reading his message.

In all green text in a private message it read: Sup?

Angel: She texted back then:

I'm aware. Starfire and I private message from time to time. How exactly would you plan on distracting me?

Sending the massage to him then. Putting the ball back in his court. She blushed.

Me: It showed he was typing... Then it showed he wasn't... Then it showed he was. Raven watched in baited breath almost awaiting a response. Why was her heart so giddy all of a sudden? She was technically still a teen at age 18, though the giddiness of young love had not yet crawled its way into her heart.... Til now.Finally his message popped up."okay well I just found out about the private message thing tbh...." he wrote. No wonder he always replied or sent mass texts in group chat...." well I know u like to read. Why not give one of my comic books a try? Or maybe u wanna watch a scary movie?" Raven saw that he was texting her again. Another message popped up."Okay bad idea. Emotions. Bad. Got it."

Angel: She almost rolled her eyes at his text messages. They were kind of amusing. 'You're pretty insistent on me coming into your bedroom " she texted back. Bet he would read that and we'll get embaressed. XD

Me: there was a long pause on her communicator. Then It showed he was typing, followed by a long pause of not typing. Was he embarrassed? Did it go over his head? Raven was tapping her foot nervously on her bed, awaiting a response. Still hadn't noticed the stability in her soul or room...she was that engrossed in this conversation. (Just like any earth teen, amirite?) Finally, then came a response: "I just want you to feel better, Rae." Is all he wrote in that long time. Raven's face instantly turned pink. She had to put her communicator down and cover her eyes for a moment. Meanwhile, Beast boy was in his room worrying sick that she thought he was up to no good. The last thing he wanted to come off as was some kind of creep like that asshole Adonis. But maybe Raven didn't know that about him?! He just wanted her to know he was a gentleman..He was purely doing this to help out a friend and nothing more.

#hope you like #bbrae #rp #me #angel-dust-ryuuki #asdkfjaslkdg

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thedeevirus · 5 years

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NYGMOBBLEPOT FICLET: 'In His Dreams'

Originally posted this as a response to a Anon ask: 'Nygmobblepot: Future AU/Canon Divergence: In which Eddie is staying at Oswald’s, he overhears Penguin singing Wake Up Alone and gets an odd sense of Deja Vu'.

But I've now confirmed some people can't see it for some reason so I'm reposting it as a text post :S

Also added to Nygmobblepot Ficlets on AO3 (Chapter 64)

I hope you enjoy this NSFW! ficlet set after the Season 5 finale!

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‘Jesus! Ed!’

‘Sorry!’ Ed hastily apologised, realising he had inadvertently approached Oswald on his blind side, ‘I didn’t realise!’

Oswald waved a hand as he adjusted his eyepatch. He didn’t bother with his glass eye when in the comfort of his own home. Ed interpreted it as a gesture of trust. A symbol that Oswald was comfortable enough to let his guard down around him.

‘It’s okay’, Oswald said, smiling reassuringly despite the fright he had just suffered at Ed’s sudden appearance, ‘I’m okay’.

‘I just wanted to tell you the bath’s ready’, Ed said, jerking a thumb towards the office door.

‘How can someone so tall move so quietly?’ Oswald asked, ‘Maybe I should attach a bell to that dressing gown’.

Ed smiled as he played with the tassels. Apart from a pair of old pyjama bottoms, the robe was the only thing he was wearing. He doubted that it was the same robe Oswald had often lent him when he had been his Chief of Staff but for once he let his imagination overwrite his cynicism. It was nice to think of the robe as having survived everything. Waiting for them to reunite under one roof.

‘I just didn’t want to interrupt you’, Ed said.

Ed went to a nearby record player as Oswald began to put away the files and papers he had been reading. As Ed concentrated on the soft tune, his suspicions were confirmed and he felt an odd leap in his chest. Hearing Oswald singing along with the record from down the hall had caused Ed to cut his bath short and accidentally startle Oswald by lurking in his office doorway.

‘”Wake Up Alone”’ Ed identified, careful to keep his tone neutral, ignoring how his heart was pounding.

‘It’s been stuck in my head for hours’, Oswald said, feeding some papers into a waiting shredder, ‘Hoping to get rid of it’.

‘You don’t like it?’ Ed asked.

Oswald noticing Ed’s crestfallen tone, looked up. Ed didn’t blame him for looking so surprised. Oswald had often joked about Ed’s ‘vintage’ taste in music and this particular song was far more risqué.

‘Do you?’

‘It brings back memories’, Ed said, shrugging offhandedly, even as the memories grew more vivid.

‘Good memories?’ Oswald asked, rising to his feet.

Ed felt his cheeks reddening as he noticed Oswald’s black and white suit. It was almost a tuxedo. A silken top hat sat on the desk acting as a makeshift paperweight.

‘You, ah, you could say that’, Ed said, cleaning his glasses.

Oswald moved around the desk, brow furrowed in concern. He was worried Ed may be having one of his dissociative episodes and was glad to see Ed look up at his approach.

‘Are you alright, Ed?’ Oswald asked gently, ‘You seem distracted’.

Beside them, the record ended, generating a warm, slightly tacky sounding hum.

‘Just déjà vu’, Ed said, restarting the record.

‘Do you want to listen with me?’ Oswald offered, intrigued by Ed’s smile.

Ed swallowed then turned to Oswald.

‘Actually, could you-could you keep singing?’

‘With my voice?’ Oswald asked with a wry smile.

Ed wiped it off Oswald’s face by suddenly kissing him. After a few seconds, enough to make Oswald hungry for more, Ed suddenly pulled away.

‘Please’, Ed said, gently tracing Oswald’s lip with his thumb.

To his credit, Oswald recovered quickly.

‘Someone’s of a mood’, Oswald teased, increasingly suspicious that there was more to Ed’s odd request than a whim.

He led him to the couch and they sat down. Oswald reached forward and stroked the sliver of Ed’s bare chest peeking out from inside the silken robe.

‘Tell me Ed, why do you want this bird to sing for you so badly?’ Oswald asked quietly, eyes hungry as he traced one long finger down Ed’s breast.

‘Promise you won’t laugh’, Ed said.

Oswald obligingly crossed his heart. Ed trying to be commanding despite his blushing cheeks was adorable.

As Oswald’s finger reached the loose knot keeping Ed’s robe closed, Ed reached out and touched Oswald’s side. Oswald’s eyes narrowed slightly as Ed’s fingers sank into his increased stomach but realised very quickly what Ed was looking for. Their eyes met as Ed’s fingers rested pointedly on an indentation on Oswald’s stomach. An old scar. A long healed bullet wound.

‘I’ve never told you this but after that day on the docks, all I wanted was to have you back’, Ed confessed.

He licked his lips, mouth dry, as Oswald pulled gently on the knot. The robe fell open, gracing Ed’s skin, flushed from the bath with a cool breeze.

‘I still needed you’, Ed continued, ‘I wanted you to be with me so badly I felt like I would die without you. So, like an addict, I took my medicine. Unfortunately, the pills I cooked up came with unexpected-ah!’

Oswald was pinching Ed’s nipple. A silent urging for Ed to keep things concise. So they could move on to more exciting things.

‘Side effects’, Ed hissed.

‘Sounds like you were rather…desperate’.

‘I was pathetic’.

Oswald shook his head, causing his face to nuzzle into Ed’s neck. How could ed have ever thought he would laugh?

‘You were lonely. I can just picture all those dark nights in that big empty house. Dreaming about me’.

‘Not just when I was asleep’.

‘You saw me when you were awake’.

Ed knew it wasn’t a question.

‘In-in a tuxedo with rather…suggestive mood lighting’.

‘Like this?’ Oswald asked with a teasing grin.

Oswald reached and flicked on a Tiffany lamp on the table behind him. The room was instantly bathed in a ruddy, red light, shadows looming on the walls. Oswald eye was intense as it regarded him. Like a predator waiting to swallow him whole. Ed cleared his throat. His knees shifted as his cock stirred.

‘Close enough’, Ed nodded.

‘Seems I was all dressed up for you’, Oswald purred, sliding the robe off Ed’s shoulders, ‘To do what, I wonder’.

Once again it wasn’t a question. It was a demand for Ed to continue.

‘You were singing to me’, Ed said, ‘Singing this song’.

‘Is that all?’ Oswald asked, gaze flicking to the record player.

‘Yes’, Ed lied.

Despite his eagerness to continue with the enjoyable and increasingly erotic game they were playing, it wasn’t in his nature to make things easy.

‘Are you sure?’

Ed nodded. Oswald grinned.

‘You sound disappointed’, Oswald said.

He tore Ed’s robe away, exposing his upper half. Ed gasped as Oswald pushed him down so he was lying on the couch.

‘You wanted more than singing didn’t you?’ Oswald asked, looming over Ed.

He raised an eyebrow at the obvious tent in Ed’s pyjama bottoms and impishly stroked it with his fingers. The feather light friction made Ed squirm in delighted agony.

‘I resisted’, Ed said through gritted teeth, ‘I said ‘no’’.

Oswald swooped down and lathed Ed’s neck with a hot, thick tongue. Ed cried out as it danced over his veins, heart racing.

‘And you’ve regretted it ever since’, Oswald whispered, warm breath tickling Ed’s goose pimpled flesh.

‘It wasn’t real’, Ed groaned, leaning his head back to give Oswald better access, ‘No matter how much I wanted it’.

Oswald didn’t take the bait. Ed stifled a thwarted noise as Oswald drew back. His disappointment was short lived however as Oswald took hold of the waistband of his pants. Ed lifted his hips automatically and Oswald slid the material down one lean leg after the other, exposing Ed fully.

‘No matter how much you wanted “me”’, Oswald corrected, hands trailing down Ed’s chest and ‘happy trail’ to rest on either side of his cock.

He moved his hands down, spreading Ed’s legs. Ed’s hips bucked at the ticklish sensations of Oswald’s fingertips on his thighs. Then Oswald began to slide onto the floor, positioning a pillow under his damaged knee. Ed gave a breathless laugh as he realised what was about to happen.

‘Does this feel real?’ Oswald asked, leaning forward.

He paused, awaiting Ed’s answer.

‘Yes’, Ed breathed.

Oswald’s mouth was so close to his arousal that he could feel the words. They were better than the singing had been because they were Oswald’s own. Seducing him. Owning him. Wanting him.

‘Are you going to resist now?’ Oswald asked, tongue tip dancing over the pre cum glistening on Ed’s head like melted sugar.

‘No-no’, Ed shuddered.

‘Would you like me to give what you want…’

Oswald paused and fixed Ed with a steady, hungry stare then shattered Ed’s desire for pleasurable masochism with a single word.

‘Riddler?’

‘Yes’, Ed said then gave a strangled yell as Oswald took him into his mouth, ‘Oh fuck, yes!’

Oswald sucked him in hungrily, tongue dancing along Ed’s tip like lightning. Ed rolled his hips as Oswald’s manicured nails gripped them, the sharp sensations adding a delicious edge to proceedings. Ed was awash with pleasure, the images of the erotic hallucination mingling with his reality to create a dream come true. Oswald released his grip on Ed’s hip with one hand to invite him to take hold of his hair. Ed entwined his fingers, wordlessly demanding Oswald suck harder, deeper. He tried to speak but all he could produce was mewling, breathless nonsense as Oswald tongue fucked him into oblivion. He felt the threshold rise fittingly as the song began to come to a close. Oswald sensing the end was near and perhaps, annoyed the fun was to be over so soon, used his teeth to stroke Ed’s length and this cast Ed into the blinding crescendo. He came in silence, mouth agape as his back arched. Adjusting his glasses with shaking fingers, he saw Oswald was looking very pleased with himself. Ed grinned deliriously, riding out the aftershocks as Oswald got up slowly.

‘Care to join me in another bath?’ Oswald asked, tilting his head to the cum on Ed’s stomach.

‘Can we play the song again?’ Ed laughed.

‘I have to admit’, Oswald smirked, ‘It’s growing on me’.

#nygmobblepot #nygmobblepot fic #edward nygma #Oswald Cobblepot #gotham season 5 #wake up alone

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Second Chances - Jeff x Reader: Chapter 14

Summary: Reader and Jeff work a project and become fast friends. The project ends and they go their separate ways, neither forgetting the other. With Hollywood being a small community, you two bump into one another either at events or projects, but there is always something keeping you apart. Will the obstacles ever end? Chapter 14 Summary: All of the happenings in California Warnings: language (probably), confrontation A/N: I have a few ideas to continue this, but it’s still developing. Please leave comments or let me know if you want to be tagged, etc Word count: 2700(ish) Catch up here: Masterlist

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“You like fucking my husband?”

Even if the car hadn’t been blasting the A/C, you would still have felt the chill from the other side of the car. Of all the days she could show up, why this one? How did she even know? How did she get on the lot? If you hadn’t been so crabby from being awake since 0430 and it was now quickly approaching 1930, and you hadn’t even left the lot yet, you might have been intimidated by Anya Longwell.

You slowly turned your head to look at her, hoping your face adequately displayed your annoyance. She was wearing large, dark sunglasses inside a fully tinted car. She was wearing a white tank top and green linen pants. She had the look of an actress from the 40s. Her tanned skin being shown off by fine gold jewelry and sandals on her feet. What to do? Sweet or Salty? “Yes, I do, the man is insatiable. I’ve barely slept in the last four days,” you answered her question. “Get the fuck out of my car.” Tapping on the window. “Ms. (Y|L|N)? I think you locked me out,” Patrick, your driver, said. “No, Patrick, I didn’t. I’m not alone, please get security!” you called to him. Your turned your attention to Anya, “You’ve got 5-10 minutes to say what you need to say before security gets here.” “You need to stay away from my husband. You’re the reason this all started. He still loves me!” she ended on a shrill note. You couldn’t tell who she was trying to convince. “Jesus, lord, help me,” you muttered rubbing your forehead. You had zero time for this shit. “Jeff didn’t cheat on you, not with me. When I met him, he seemed pretty lonely and he and I became friends and that was as far as it went. Nothing started because of me.” “But you loved him back then, didn’t you? I know I’m not wrong about that,” she countered. You sighed, “Yes, I did, but I never acted on it. I wasn’t even sure what I felt was love,” you told her. She started sobbing, “Oh God, I’ve lost him.” “You lost him a long time ago. That doesn’t mean what you had wasn’t real. It doesn’t mean you can’t find love again, it just won’t be with Jeff,” you told her in such a way as to indicate it wasn’t up for discussion. Anya took a tissue from her purse and dabbed her eyes. “I see why he likes you. You’re tough when you need to be and nice when you don’t have to be,” she sniffled. “This isn’t going to be a thing, is it? Am I going to be looking over my shoulder forever?” you asked her. She scoffed, “No. I’m embarrassed. I’m too old to be acting like a middle school brat.” She reached for the unlock button. “I was grasping at straws that weren’t there. I won’t bother either of you again. I…” she paused taking off her sunglasses. Her eyes were red and puffy like she’d been crying a lot before your meeting. “I hope you can forgive me.” Anya didn’t wait for an answer, she practically sprung out of the car. You got out on your side and saw her walking quickly away from the car and the guards that were approaching with Patrick. You rested your arms on the top of the car watching as Anya walked away. Patrick looked frantic. “(Y|N) are you okay?!” “I’m good,” you waved, nonchalant, but your heart was pounding in your chest. One of the guards came over to you and the other went to catch up to Anya. “Are you okay?” officer Mathis asked. “Yes, I’m fine, we both are. She just scared me. I wasn’t expecting to see her,” you told him. “Do you want to press any charges?” he asked you. “No, but could you make sure she gets home okay? She’s had a rough day,” you said. “Call her a cab or something?”

Security needed you for another ten minutes before they had the information the needed for their report and let you and Patrick go on your way. Once you were off the lot, Patrick looked at you in his rear-view mirror. “I am so sorry, (Y|N),” Patrick said. “I only left the car to get you.” “It’s okay, Patrick,” you said. “She didn’t mean any harm. She knows she screwed up. And I’ll survive a hot car for a few minutes if you lock it from now on.” “Are you always this nice?” he asked, expecting an ass-chewing. “Nah, sometimes I’m cute,” you smirked. “I can rip you a new one if you want, Patrick, but I really just want to go home. Would you put the divider thingy up?” The hum of the electric motor on the divider began almost immediately. You pulled out your phone from your bag. The green light was blinking. You pushed the button to light up the display. Two missed calls from Jeff. You flipped open your phone and held down the #2 button. “Calling Jeff” You sighed and closed your eyes as the phone rang. “Hey, sweetheart,” he answered. You felt a knot in your shoulder relax. Your hand absently went to the star that hung around your neck. “Hello m’love,” you said like a hum. “On my way.” “Sweet. So, tell me, how was your first day?” he asked. You glossed over the small details, but you filled him in on Jared and his antics. He was happy to hear about Julius and asked if he was still stuck in the 70s. You told him he was and that his pantsuit today was spectacular. Jeff told you to give him his best when you saw him again. Then you got down to it. You told him about Anya. “You’re too nice. You shoulda kicked her ass,” he said, the fury evident in his voice. It always dropped in tone when he was mad. Thankfully, you rarely saw his temper and it was never directed at you. “C’mon, you know that’s not fair. She…” you sighed, you really were too nice. “She was just having a hard time coming to terms with letting you go.” He paused for a few moments. Jeff had cut her little slack since she filed for divorce. “I’m not asking you to be nice. I’m just saying it’s hard on her too, even though she filed,” you said. “How’d I ever get someone like you in my life?” he asked. “Bad taste and pure luck,” you joked. As usual, he knew what you meant, the bad movie you both worked on, and maybe Anya, too. The pure luck was just that they happened to meet on that shit-show. “Ouch! Well, I’d do it all again if it means I get to have you. We already know what a catch I am,” he was such a charmer.

Somehow, you’d managed to find time to figure out how the gear shifting worked on motorcycles and got some good practice time in. You were getting better quickly, but Jeff insisted on taking you to and from work for another week to get you solid on the bike. It was nice, you got to take little naps on the way home. After one week of getting up before the sun, he thought you were good enough to ride in on your own.

Work was good too. You figured out what it took to get Jared to where he needed to be, on time, and production was happy. Once you got that worked out, the rest of your work became much easier and you were less exhausted at the end of the day. Sometimes, you even ran lines with Jared. “You sure you never acted before?” he asked you. “Oh yes, I love the craft, but I freeze up when people are watching,” you explained. “You were great with me just now,” he said. “You, I know. We’re cool. It’s different when it’s for show,” you clarified. “I just can’t manage to spit it out when the money is on the line.” “You should try it again some time, go to auditions. I’ll help you if you want,” he offered. You chuckled at the thought, “You’re a sweet guy.” You didn’t say any more, but the seed idea had been planted, just the same. Some of your favorite days were rain delay days. It only happened twice, but on those days, you and Jared hung out and talked books and travel and whatever else came to mind. You figured out why it was Jared ate so much food and never put on any weight. He literally couldn’t sit still. He was active all the time. If he wasn’t exercising, he was a voracious reader exercising his mind. He was great to talk to also, you learned a ton from him. He thought it was cool that you’d learned to ride a motorcycle, as well as appreciated your gaming skills.

You were finishing up a night shoot and everyone had gone home already. After night shoots, people scattered like ants from set where wrap was called. You had forgotten to put your jacket in your bag and went back to Jared’s trailer to grab it. When you went to start the Norton, it wouldn’t turn over. You had a small panic before you called Jeff for help. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said. “What the hell am I supposed to do? I’m not gonna sleep in Jared’s trailer, I need to get home to let Bisou out,” your panic was still going. Jeff was out of town doing a guest spot on another show and couldn’t come down to Burbank to help you. “Baby, it’s okay,” he said again. “Let me get off the phone and see what I can do. I’ll call you back.” You walked around the lot pacing off your nervous energy. Maybe five minutes passed before Jeff called you back. “That was quick,” you answered, “please tell me you have good news.” You could hear him sigh, he was so patient with you and your stress. “(Y|N), my buddy Norman is already on the way. He’s not too far from you and he used to fix bikes back in the day.” “Is this the buddy Norman that sends you all the weird shit?” you asked. You hear Jeff chuckle, “Yeah, that’s the one. He’s a good guy. If he can’t get the Norton running, he’ll take you home.” “Okay, I’ll be on the lookout for him,” you said.

You went to the security shack to let them know you were having a guest and where you’d be. Twenty minutes later, you heard the rumble of another motorcycle pull up. He pulled off his helmet to reveal his short cut sandy blonde hair. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with converse shoes and black Ray-Bans. He strode over to you, his hand outstretched. You knew you’d seen him before, but you couldn’t remember if Jeff had introduced you. You took his hand, noticing it was already greasy. “Hi, I’m Norman,” he said. “Jeff’s told me a lot about you.” “Nice to meet you,” you said. “Jeff told you about me huh? All I can remember is that he told me you can fix bikes.” “Yeah, used to do it in my past life,” he said, looking at the bike, then you. “I’m sorry, have we met before? I feel like we’ve met,” you say. “Nah, I get that a lot,” he said. Was he blushing? “So, what’s going on?” You told him what you knew, which wasn’t much and he started fiddling with the bike. He had you watch so that if this happened again, you’d know what to do. “Ah, fuck it, you got shit to do, right?” he said, frustrated when he couldn’t get it running. You nodded to him. “Alright, get your stuff, let’s get outta here. I can come back later and take it to my buddy’s shop,” he said putting his tools away. He handed you a rag and you cleaned off the little bit of grease you had on your hands. “Now you’re a real biker chick. Not a real one until you’ve had to work on your bike in the middle of nowhere. It’s not nowhere, but it may as well be,” he said as you clicked your helmet chin strap in place. “Ready?” he asked. “As I’ll ever be,” you said. “Hop on,” he told you. You swung a leg over and your feet found the pegs. If he drove anything like Jeff, you’d be hanging on for dear life, so you wrapped your arms around your new friend’s chest. It finally hit you how you knew Norman. “Oh shit, you played Murphy McManus. Dude, I liked your movie,” you said into his ear. He patted your hands that were gripping your own arms. “Jeff told me you were a cool chick.”

Norman got you home in no time and Bisou was so happy to see you. She was a good girl and didn’t make a mess in the house. Norman made sure you got inside okay and assured you he’d take care of the Norton for you, but that you’d probably need to make arrangements for tonight to get to work. “Can you work something out?” he asked. “I’ve got a thing I have to be at tonight, but if the bike isn’t ready by tomorrow, I can take you then.” “Oh, you’re sweet. Yeah, I think I can call Jared to get me,” you said. You thanked him profusely for his help and told him that you, he and Jeff would have to get together sometime to have dinner and drinks. He thought that was a good idea too and you both said your goodbyes. You decided you liked that guy, Norman.

Jeff was absolutely wonderful. Living with him had been a dream. You and he got along so well, it was almost gross. There was only one thing that caused a little fight between the two of you, it was about his manager, Marne. Marne was a family friend and had been doing a decent job, but she was also the one who got him the gig on the crap movie you two met on. That was about the nicest thing you could say about her. She had not been doing the best job of getting scripts for Jeff and you let him know it. “I’m not going to fire someone that’s been like family to me,” he said. “She could be doing so much better for you! Hell, I bet I could get you a better script than what she’s been pulling in,” you said, hot. “Oh, you think you can do better than someone who’s been doing this work a hell of a lot longer than you? You’ve been in this business for four years, (Y|N), Marne has been doing this for over 20,” Jeff countered, just as hot. “Looks like it’s time for Marne to retire!” You dropped the conversation after that, but you hoped it had stuck in his mind a little bit, at least. A few days later, because you could be just as stubborn as he, you finally said you were sorry for your outburst about Marne. After all, it was getting close to time for you to go back to Philly and you didn’t want to leave Jeff on a sour note. “I’m sorry I was an asshole,” you told him. “I just want all of the good things for you.” You were sitting on the back patio having dinner. Jeff took a drink of his whisky. “I’m sorry I took a shot at your experience.” “Well, I was being an asshole… I kinda deserved it,” you conceded. It didn’t mean you thought you were wrong. Marne could have been doing so much better. A few days later, the Norton was packed away in Jeff’s garage, you played with Bisou in the backyard for a few hours and then you were back on a plane to Philly. Alone, again.

#second chances #fan fic #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #Jeff x Reader #reader insert #jeff x you #Chapter 14 #kazosa

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