#oswald cobblepot gets lost in thought

[peterxwade24]

Safety Found in Red Sleeves Shorts

Grave Talks

I hope you enjoy this little short about some of the graves in the SFiRS 'verse, and I hope you enjoy this little snapshot into Oswald's past.

Without further ado, on with the short.

It didn’t take long after it happened before Oswald Cobblepot was watching his friend be lowered into the ground. He had known Liuxian for a long time, longer than he would admit to anyone else, and couldn’t believe that she was gone.

Oswald and Liuxian, more commonly called Ozzy and Lucy, had been friends in high school, when they had both moved to town. Ozzy might have grown up down the road, in the next town over, but Liuxian had grown up in Shang Hai.

Ozzy had loved Lucy from the minute they met, two awkward twelve-year-olds who didn’t fit in with their peers. Lucy had been the one to push Ozzy into ornithology, noticing his love of birds and pushing him to take it further. Some would say that Lucy was the reason he became The Penguin but Ozzy liked to think that Lucy was the reason he was around for his chick.

Pere and Gale had silently been standing next to Oswald, letting him lose himself in his thoughts. They knew how hard it was for the man, as he had so few friends. They knew that he needed the time to reminisce as he watched his oldest friend go into the ground. Pere and Gale had never actually known Lucy, Ozzy and Lucy having had fallen out of touch when Lucy started working the streets and Ozzy started actively fighting against Batman.

Ozzy swore that Lucy would have loved the two of them, that she would have introduced the two to Thana as her aunts, just as Ozzy was her uncle.

Oswald turned away from his oldest friend, towards the two women who stood at his side through everything and with a smile offered them his hands. “Shall we go?”

The trio of birds walked out of the cemetery, their arms linked and Oswald’s head down as he left more than just his oldest and dearest friend behind, he left a good chunk of his very being in the cemetery too.

-*-*-*

Jason looked at his grave, a grimace on his face. “Did anyone even visit me here?”

Dick frowned and shrugged. “I don’t even know. I know I did a couple of times before I was shipped off to Jump City.”

Tim leaned against his brothers and nodded. “I visited once a week for a couple of months then it turned into once a month. I arranged for flowers to be delivered every week after the headstone was put in. I made sure the flowers were native flowers and that they rotate them according to when the flower blooms.”

“That’s really nice but also really weird Timbers.” Jason ruffled his brother’s hair and smiled. “We should probably get back before Kutlat Saghira drives the girls and Duke crazy.”

“Your kid? Drive anyone crazy?” Dick laughed as he dodged a hit aimed his way. “Jace, Baby Wing is a sweetheart. We love him, and all of us would do anything to help the two of you. He’s the next generation of this family.”

“Shut up Dickhead.” Jason pushed Dick’s shoulder before the three set off back towards the apartment. “It’s not just him. Mar’i and Jai and Irey, they’re the next generation too. The four of them? They’re this family’s future.”

“So what you’re saying is any children the rest of us have are the next generation of this family, even if they’re technically apart of the same generation as someone apart of this generation of the family.”

“Yes Timmy. Why? Are you thinking of having kids soon?” Dick smiled and laughed as Tim blushed bright red. “If you do decide to have kids, you’ll let someone know, right?”

Tim shrugged and looked at his older brothers. “Thanks, for being so understanding of my situation.”

“You’ll always be our little brother Replacement, no matter what anyone else has to say about the matter.” Jason slipped his arm around Tim’s shoulders and pulled him close. “You can tell us anything.”

“Thanks Jay.”

[arabriddler]

NYGMOBBLEPOT DAY FIC LIST

a list of my nymobs fics:

** AUs / can be read independently from Gotham TV show

Lilies and Graveyards ( 18.11.2022 )

one-shot, 1919 words

After surviving getting shot by Edward Nygma, and after getting back on his feet. The first thing one Oswald Cobblepot does is visit his mother’s grave. He did not expect to meet Ed so soon.

Night Terrors ( 22.01.2023 )

one shot, 1356 words

Oswald finds Edward up and awake at 3 am trying to make coffee. Had tries to get him to sleep.

Riddler’s Poems ( 23.02.2023 )

one shot, 4992 words

While building the submarine, Oswald thinks Ed should write poems, Ed thinks that’s absurd.

hunger in a bird cage ( 29.06.2023 )

one shot, 2150 words

What if Ed and Oswald were put in the same cage by The Court Of Owls, can you imagine what would’ve happened if there were no bars to stop Oswald from grabbing the man who killed him?

Time Stops and Teeth Sinking In ( 9.9.2023 ) **

7 chapters, 12,210 words

Edward Nygma graduated with a degree in Meta Physics and has talent and drive when it comes to making children's books, but his books didn't turn out well, he lost his job and is currently trying to figure out how to pay rent. Enter a letter from one Oswald Cobbelpot who's requesting Edward to draw a picture book for his son.

Philophobia ( 21.04.2023 - 01.12.2023 )

44 chapters, 102,398 words

heart renewed with hatred and fury, Oswald Cobblepot carries out his plan to get revenge on Ed by leading him to the very place that destroyed it all, the pier. He knows Ed, and perfectly planned and predicted it all, except Edward Nygma surprises him once again...

The Penguin And The Peacock ( 22.1.2024 - ) **

on-going

When he was a child living on The Falcone estate, Oswald saw a peacock. He thought it’s beautiful in the way strange things are, even if it bit him and made his hand bleed. Many years later, while plotting for the fall of Don Falcone, Oswald met a man who’s beautiful in the way strange things are, even if he kissed him and made his heart bleed.

[gilverrwrites]

As Above

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot/Reader

All you'd wanted were directions to the nearest bathroom, yet somehow you ended up here, on your knees, for one of Gotham's most infamous crime bosses.

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Rating: 18+

Words: 2.1K

Content: Dub-con, swearing, alcohol consumption/drunk reader, Hybristophilia, dom Ozzie/sub reader, finger sucking, blowjob, dirty talking, (allusions to) slut shaming, cum shot, cum eating.

Please remember: You do not need to prove yourself to anyone.

The sound of your heels clacking against the metal grate stairs is drowned out by the constant and loud thump of music. You’ve been pacing around the upper levels of the club for minutes now, alone amongst a sea of strangers and no closer to finding relief. You should have been more assertive with your friends, should have made one of them come with you, but they were having so much fun, and you didn’t want to be a bother. So now you were lost and still bursting for a piss.

Distressed and eager to find a way out of your predicament, you decide to ask the next person you see for directions, no excuses. Close your eyes, deep breaths, steady, confident. You’re stricken by the sight of the first person you glimpse. He’s older than you would have thought, stout, with thinning hair and a distinct face. Not at all the clientele you’d come to expect from The Iceberg. But still, something about him was captivating. In fact, you’d been so enraptured that he’d almost entirely passed you by.

“Um, wait! Excuse me.” You shout, trying to be heard over the drum and bass as you take long strides to catch up with him. He walks slowly, and with a cane, so you’re by his side in seconds. “Hello?”

He turns his head to face you as he continues walking. His eyes slowly drape across your body, seemingly appraising everything you have to offer. When his eyes finally land on yours, he stops. Deeming you worthy of his time. “Yes dear, can I help you.”

Despite his posture and unbefitting appearance, he bleeds an air of confidence and importance that simultaneously makes you nervous and aroused. “I am so sorry to bother you, but do you know where the bathrooms are? Please?”

“I do, I do.” His checks you out again, nodding to himself as he does. Eyes wander up and down your body; every inch of skin he examines feels hot and tingly, on top of your already intense need to go. Apparently happy with his second examination, like you’ve passed his test, he continues, “Follow me, I’ll take you to them.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much.” You’re practically buzzing now, calmed by knowing you’ve found a resolution; you follow, purposefully remaining a pace behind him so as not to lose sight of him or appear rude by overtaking him. “I’ve been searching for ages. You have no idea how grateful I am for your help.”

“That so?” He responds. You’re sure it’s rhetorical, but you nod anyway. He seems amused, making no effort to hide the pull of his lips as he leads you up another flight of stairs and along yet another industrial-style balcony. “Other than your current predicament, are you enjoying the club?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. The atmosphere here is great, and the music is always amazing. Drinks are a fucking fortune, though, honestly! It’s a good thing my friends and I always pre-game cause I’d have to get a second job to be able to afford more than 3 drinks here.” You’re not sure why you’re rambling so much, but your saviour in purple pinstriped armour seems to enjoy it, letting out a loud belly laugh as you complain.

“A pretty thing like you, surely they’re lining up round the block to buy you a drink.” There was nothing smooth about his voice, but the words flattered you nonetheless.

Unsure how to respond, you resolve to try and change the subject. “What about you? Do you like it here?”

“You could say that.” The answer is cryptic, and you watch him curiously, waiting for him to proceed until you reach the end of the walkway.

You’re standing together outside a red wooden door, a sign read ‘staff only’. All your drunken mind could puzzle together at that moment was: not toilet.

“Ummm.” You look to him for clarification, and he silences you with a raised hand; wait. Then he pulls out a key, unlocks the door and makes his way inside, holding the door for you to follow.

“Bathroom is behind that door.” He points, and you waste no time scurrying over to it, giving him a brief and likely comedic bow as you go.

In true night-out fashion, you’d failed to realise just how drunk you were until you were isolated with nothing but the dim bathroom light and the cold feel of your ass on the toilet seat. At that moment, you promise yourself that you’ll graciously thank your host, find your friends, and head home. You hold onto the thought as you wash your hands and attempt to clean up your smudged makeup with damp fingertips.

You hadn’t taken the time to look at the main room as you beelined for the toilet earlier. As you exit the bathroom, you’re suddenly taken by the luxury of it. Everything appears furnished in either solid oak or soft velvets and leathers. The music from downstairs is barely audible, just the low thrum of the bass seeping through. Your mystery man is seated on the furthest side of the room, looking out at the crowd below through a floor-to-ceiling window that spans the entire wall.

“Oh, wow!” You cross the room until you’re close enough to press your fingers to the cold glass, enamoured by the view. “This is incredible. How have I never noticed this before?”

“You won’t have.” He taps the back of a ringed finger against the window. “It’s one-way.”

“Ooooh.” The crowd below is illuminated by the ever-changing lights, arms and legs move and entwine as they dance to the beat, but when you look over to your host, you can’t find it in yourself to look away from him again. “So… you like, work here?”

He laughs again, exposing a smattering of gold teeth and making his belly jiggle. Any thoughts of leaving have long since passed. “You could say that. I’m Oz.”

Oz… Oswald Cobblepot, The Penguin. You've been complaining about booze prices to The Penguin. He doesn’t work here; he owns here. You realise where you recognise him from. The news, the papers. You’ve seen his name and face associated with several stories, most of them unsavoury. In that moment, you wish the ground would open and swallow you whole.

When he extends a hand, you take it. Barely able to look him in the eye, you focus your attention on his thick, decorated fingers as you introduce yourself.

“I- um- I’m sorry about…” you trail off as he pulls you toward him, until you’re standing between his open legs. He presses the back of your hand to his lip, his kiss is warm against your skin.

“For what?” He’s watching you, closely, enjoying your sheepishness. You can tell by the glint in his eyes.

“For complaining… About the drinks.”

Strong fingers smooth over your exposed thigh, tickling your skin and igniting a heat in your veins.

“Don’t worry about it, Love. I value the honesty.” The cold of his jewellery bites at your heated skin, his hand cups high and hard around the back of your thigh and pulls you closer still. His face is now adjacent to your sternum as he glides his hand up your dress. “Will you tell me something else?”

“Anything.” Your reply is immediate and needy. It surprises you, but instead of pulling away in shame, your drunken body leans in, nestling the lower half of Oz’s face against your cleavage and gently holding him there with your free hand. His dark hair feels soft and fine between your fingertips.

“Do you often let men you’ve just met feel you up like this?” His voice is muffled by your body.

“No.” The way he says it should make you feel ashamed; instead, you feel yourself growing wetter. The shame of being so obedient, so open to being touched and played with by a known crime boss, is a primary cause for your arousal. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Your legs seem tired. Perhaps you should rest them.” A bold finger runs along your clothed slit, and your body shudders in response. “Get on your knees.”

He offers you both his hands and you take them, using him as support as you lower yourself to the ground. When your knees hit the soft carpet, you instantly feel relief, no longer having to support your full weight on your precariously high heels.

“Doesn’t that feel better?” Oz coos, and you nod bashfully back at him until he cups your face with both hands. Using his thumb, he directs your head backwards, chin up. You wonder how you must look to him, on your knees, lids heavy, limp and compliant from booze and arousal.

Florals and musk assault your senses when he presses his lips to yours. Strong fingers press against the hollows for your cheeks, and you open your mouth without resistance, expecting a tongue. Instead, you’re greeted by more fingers. You moan at the realisation, eagerly allowing him to press the pads of his fore and middle finger along your tongue in long, languid strokes, inching further back with each stroke until he stimulates your gag reflex, causing your throat to tighten around his fingers.

He hums to himself, evaluating you once again until he praises, “Impressive.”

“Thank you.” Your words come out slurred, and drool slips down your chin as you attempt to speak around his digits.

“Think you’re ready for the real thing?” Unclear if it’s a question to you or a statement to himself, you nod anyway, rocking forward on your knees to present your willingness.

He smirks as he pushes his fingers deeper into your throat once more, making the muscles contract again, and causing the ache between the legs to grow.  When he retracts his fingers, a feeble moan slips from your lips.

“Such a good plaything.” He makes quick work of his belt and zipper. His cock is fully erect, and you lick your lips in anticipation. “Go on then, get your lips around that.”

It’s fat and heavy on your tongue, filling your tastebuds with stale saltiness. You work your way up and down his length, tightly sucking the tip and hollowing your cheeks at the base. Any time he lets out a deep moan of his own you’re overcome with pride, growing high on getting him off. You want to hear it again and again.

Eventually, you pull back to take a deep breath, allowing yourself to nurse your aching jaw, but you must take too long for Oz’s liking, his fingers spread at the back of your head, locking on and leading you back onto his waiting cock. His hand remains in its place, directing you up and down, deeper and deeper. You ignore the growing tightness in your throat and the prick of tears forming in the corners of your eyes, fixating on the way your clit throbs every time he lets out a grunt or groan.

“Oh yeah. Keep sucking, just like that.” He huffs each word between hitched breaths, his hands shaking against your head. He’s close, you can tell. You latch your hands around the heels of your shoes, squeezing tight as Oz grips tighter to your head and picks up pace.

How easily he’s turned you into his willing cocksleeve, slack jawed and drooling as he used your mouth to get off.  And you’d been the one to approach him.

The tip of his cock hits hard and painfully at the back of your mouth as he jerks your face back and forth. Wetness seeps through your underwear, your pussy desperate for stimulation.  He hadn’t told you not to touch yourself. As the thought crosses your mind, Oz yanks you back into reality, literally tugging your head back.

You pant for breath, breathing in sweet, sweet air as you watch on. Oz's free hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping once, twice, and then he’s cumming. Thick, hot, white ropes of cum splatter over your face, your lids close instinctively, preventing it from spraying into your eye. Beads drip into your mouth, assaulting your tongue with its saltiness.

“Lucky me.” Your eyes dart open again at the sound of his voice. He’s leaning forward in his seat, smiling at you as he begins to stroke a finger along your face, scooping up stray pools of his cum, and scooping them into your still-open mouth. “Found myself a sexy little birdie, an I wasn’t even looking. Swallow.”

On command you gulp it all down, grinning from ear to ear when he smiles approvingly at you, showing you those sexy gold teeth again. You remain on your knees as he leans back in his chair, reaches into the breast pocket of his blazer, and retrieves a cigar.

“Now.” He taps your nose lightly with his index finger before lighting up. “Go make yourself presentable, and then we’ll go get you an overpriced drink.” 

[riddle-me-ri]

Hi! Jee- 59 is a lotta requests, so I hope you see this one day. Can you write some romance headcanons for lil old Unlimited Pengers?

a/n:  oohhh some love the Batman Unlimited Pengy?? Yay! So glad to provide! This is also for an anon that wanted some relationship headcanons I thought I took a screenshot of your request but it got lost 🥲🙃 but I hope y’all don’t mind that I kinda merged the two lol hope y'all enjoy! 

Batman Unlimited Penguin - Romantic Relationship Headcanons

Oswald Cobblepot is the epitome of old-fashioned. 

He will properly court you before asking you to go steady.

And yes he would use those exact terms. 

Once you two do become an item he only gets more romantic. 

If you like them, he will send or hand-deliver flowers to you every day. 

He loves to hold your hand whenever he gets the chance.

You two enjoy taking strolls through the city, just talking about a whole lot of nothing really.

With you beside him, your arm linked with his…it's easier to drown out the judgmental looks and comments he usually got when he was out. 

It takes a while in the relationship for him to gain the courage to kiss you. 

You're more than likely his first true kiss, and he wants to get it right. 

You will likely have to initiate it or pull him into you before he backs out of the kiss. 

He adores kissing you; whether it's your hands, shoulders, cheek, forehead…but especially your lips. 

Oswald loves spoiling you. 

He takes you out to lavish dinners, fun shows, and anything else your heart desires. 

He's just so delighted to not be alone anymore.

Oswald is incredibly grateful, not just to have someone to love. But to have someone that loves him unconditionally for him.

[clementine-writes-things]

Lana Songs for Gotham Characters

This is just gotham characters and which lana songs I feel suit them best/they remind me of. If I left some characters out it's because I couldn't find a song that fit them well. Sorry xoxo!

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Jim Gordon: 24

"If you lie down with dogs then you'll get fleas. Be careful of the company you keep..."

This is the first song I thought of being of the meaning behind the song. He has a hard time being honest about the things he deals with as a police officer. He lies to protect people. He makes deals with bad people to protect the ones he loves. Though this song has a more sad meaning to it, I feel like the lyrics suit him very well.

Oswald Cobblepot: Old Money

"My father's love was always strong. My mother's glamour lives on and on..."

This song is about being there for the people you love/who love you. Even though he isn't that good of a person, he is all about family and love. He loved his mother and father dearly, and that's why this song reminds me of him.

Bruce Wayne: Terrence Loves You

"But I lost myself when I lost you..."

This song is about being strong in the face of abandonment, which is exactly what Bruce does. He stays strong after his parents die and never gives up. This song is very sweet and I highly recommend you listen to it.

Selina Kyle: This Is What Makes Us Girls

"We all look for heaven and we put love first. Something that we'd die for, its a curse..."

This song is about having a troubling past as a teenager. Constantly getting into trouble and suffering the consequences. It really reminds me of her because of her life on the streets and constant struggle to survive.

Jerome Valeska: Born To Die

"Come and take a walk on the wild side. Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain. You like your girls insane..."

This song is about true love and living life recklessly. I feel like it suits him well because of him being a little....insane. Lol. He definitely lives life on the wild side.

Victor Zsasz: Art Deco

"You're so art deco, out on the floor. Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure..."

This suits him so well. He's so classy and professional but he's also a big dork. He's very cold and unsure. I feel like this suits him the best because of his attitude. He's gentle and cold.

Edward Nygma: Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard/Salvatore

'Open me up, tell me you like me. Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself.'

'Dying by the hand of a foreign man, happily. Calling out my name in the summer rain, ciao, amore.'

Ok, so I chose two songs for him because I actually had a REALLY difficult time trying to find the perfect song for him. I analyzed the lyrics and couldn't find anything. But these two songs fit him the best. More specifically, the lyrics listed above.

For the first quote, I thought about his origins. Why did he become the Riddler? Parental neglect and abuse. He didn't love himself. So, that lyric fit him perfect. 'Love me until I love myself'. Yes, he's a super criminal, but it stems all from never getting loved or acknowledged.

For the second quote, I KNOW HE ISN'T A FOREIGN MAN SHUT UP HE'S AMERICAN 🦅🦅🦅BUT IT STILL FIT HIM SO WELL! I feel like he DEFINITELY knows over 10 languages at LEAST and he definitely speaks Latin. I feel like he would totally speak Latin when being romantic. And 'dying by the hand' of him, is a reflection of how dangerous he truly is. And 'calling out my name in the summer rain' is a reflection of how he still is a romantic at heart. He finds small things like rain beautiful, but he fights with his criminal side a lot. A battle between love and evil. So fuckin poetic.

Let me know what you guys think of my choices <3 sorry if I left people out. It was hard enough to find songs that fit these characters hehe.

[nygmobblepot-trash]

Oswald gets a Twitter and it goes exactly how you would expect. This is a joke. Oswald is terrible here.

Ed: "We need a new strategy if you want to get reelected as Mayor."

Oswald: "No we don't. I always win."

Ed: "You've lost favor with the 18 to 30 demographics. My projects show that you're probably not going to win."

Oswald: "So what? Open a new park for the kid to play in?"

Ed: "Comments like that need to stop. Social medial is very popular. Most don't watch the news anymore. You could make an account and post your policies and interact with them."

Oswald: "Fine I'll interact with the poor."

Ed: "On second thought, I'll run it for you. You don't have to do anything."

*3 months after Ed made Oswald an Twitter. It is a very formal and boring Twitter. It oozes fakeness. Ed is mad that his plan isn't working. Oswald has just figured out the password.*

Oswald: "This doesn't sound like me at all! What are these replies?"

"Hi Ed."

"We know Oswald doesn't know how to use the internet."

"If you're going to post for Oswald you could at least not make it sound exactly like your twitter."

"Edward we know you are dying to post riddles, do it."

"How much do you guys want to bet that Oswald has no idea that this exists?"

"#LetOswaldTweet"

Oswald: "So much for Ed's plan, outsmarted by the general public. Oh wait. There's a news section on here?"

Oswald clicks the news tab and immediately sees a tweet with a picture of Ed and a man he has never seen before.

"Nygma's new fling?" The text reads.

Oswald immediately pushes the blue plus button and starts a new tweet.

"Edward Nygma is a whore." And pushes tweet.

Oswald then shuts his phone off and falls asleep on the couch without another thought.

3 hours later.

Ed: "Wake up!"

Oswald awakes to find a very angry Ed and Oswald's assistant.

Ed shoving his phone in Oswald's face: "What the actual hell is this?"

Oswald squints at the screen now blasting him with a bright light. When his eyes finally adjust he sees his Twitter profile.

Oswald: "I'm connecting with the younger generation." Oswald shrugged.

Ed: "This is not what I meant and you know that! I told you I'd deal with it!"

Oswald: "Yeah you were really connecting with three likes per tweet and no retweets... whatever the fuck that means."

Ed to the assistant: "I'm going to kill him."

The assistant: "...well I hate to say this but Oswald's tweet went viral."

Ed: "Yes it can be seen as a disgusting disease."

The assistant: "No it's a good thing. 300 thousand likes, 70 thousand retweets, and 95 thousand comments. You're both now trending on Twitter. #EdIsAWhore, EdIsntAWhore, and OswaldHacked. Are all trending."

Oswald: "Hacked?"

Ed: "They're debating if someone broke into your account and started tweeting like they were you."

Oswald: "Like I could get hacked."

Ed and the assistant walk away to discuss what to do. They're still in the room just farther away from Oswald.

Oswald taking offense to the hacking comments decides to prove it is him. As Ed argues with the assistant, Oswald takes a picture of Ed and quickly types a new tweet.

It takes 15 minutes for Ed to notice what Oswald has done.

Ed: "OSWALD COBBLEPOT WHY IS MY ASS TRENDING ON TWITTER?"

Oswald: "This app is great."

Ed: "What does this even mean?"

"That tweet was as real as Ed's ass"

Oswald: "They needed to know as mayor I cannot be hacked. I'm too strong. I gave you a complement. Your ass is real, is it not?"

Assistant: "That is harassment."

Ed: "Why did someone reply with your picture that they edited with a yellow sponge licking me. What does that even mean?"

Oswald: "What?" He quickly starts reading the comments.

Ed reading off the replies:

"God damn."

"I see why Oswald thirsts for Ed."

"Oswald is down bad for real."

"I could fix him."

"Good for him."

"The riddle suits aren't doing you justice."

"I could make him worse."

"Can I vote for Ed's butt?"

"RiddleDaddy"

"I'm about to risk it all."

"You guys shouldn't be thirsting for him. Aren't you afraid what Oswald will do?"

"His ass is worth it. See you all on the otherside."

"Maybe Ed isn't a whore. He can't help it if everyone wants a piece."

"Yall need therapy."

"His ass is a 10 but he constantly says riddles."

Ed: "Wow. I didn't know I was this popular. You know what? This was a good move. Your assistant says you're up 12 points."

Oswald: "Fuck that! How do I delete this? Why do they all want you? That isn't allowed! Of course you'd be into this you God damn attention whore."

Ed: "This is your punishment. Deal with it. I changed the password."

Oswald: "Ed no!"

Ed: "I have 3 thousand new followers. Cool."

Oswald: "They just want picture of your ass. They don't care about your riddles!"

Ed: "You don't care either."

Oswald: "I love your stupid riddles! Delete your account and tell me more."

Ed: "...No."

[eggcompany]

The Fileman and the Forgotten Bird

Oswald Cobblepot was put in Arkham though he doesn't know why, he can't quite remember. One night he's walking the halls, reason forgotten, and stumbled upon Ed working in the file room. Neither of them could guess they would fall for each other so much... They'd have never guessed they'd end up sharing a bed, sharing Oswald's conjugal visit.

Oswald liked walking the halls at night. It was quiet. He didn’t get out of bed just to walk the halls. There had been a reason… he just couldn’t remember what it was.

Maybe it was because he was cold. He was cold now or at least his socked feet were against the tile.

He made his way to the medical office wing and traced his finger down the cement block walls. He always came this way when he was cold and now, he didn't need to think to get there, his feet brought him there when he caught chills. Or when he was hungry. Or really any other time he felt something and got up out of bed. His feet just brought him limping through the halls to the sterile scented wing.

He just kept walking until he came upon an open door to a file room. Poking his head in he saw a man his age at the desk writing something on a paper.

Usually there were only cleaning people at night. And one or two doctors but Oswald couldn't think of a time he'd seen this man. But then again, they could have met a million times over.

He stood in the doorway and watched the man. He was a very attractive man. Thin and cute. Slender strong hands and glasses that suited him well. A very handsome man.

Especially when he looked up at the pajama covered patient. And smiled. Perfect white straight teeth, eyes green and sparkling, skin perfect and soft looking.

“Hello there.” Ed said and looked around Oswald for a nurse. Patients weren’t usually alone in the halls. Edward didn't run into many patients, to Doctor Thompkins’ dismay. He worked nights filing for a reason, he wasn’t good with the patients.

“Hi” Oswald said and stepped forward looking around the room before sitting down on a chair in the corner. This was nice. He had a friend. This room was nice. Full of filing cabinets and a printer and a shredder and a desk and a friend. It felt like... a safe place. And this was his friend. The staff were all friends… mostly friends.

"Do you need something?" Edward asked and watched the short little thing sit straight backed with his feet swinging. The patient was… probably about his age, cute, short, blue eyes kinda fuzzy but blindly happy.

"I don't know." Oswald said and shrugged his shoulders a bit. He was sure he needed something; he just wasn't sure what.

Edward was a little confused by that and set down his pencil to focus on the other boy.

“Are you here because you’re sick?” The dark-haired boy shook his head and looked at the map of Gotham hung up on the wall, framed. It was actually a puzzle Edward had done with more than 5000 pieces. 

It was oddly familiar to Oswald, like he'd seen the puzzle before. Or maybe it was all the lines?

He leaned in a bit to get a closer look, brain focused on trying to place why it was familiar.

“No? Are you just here to visit me then?” Ed asked light-heartedly. There were a lot of patients here who got lost often. It was easier to just ask them a few things and make sure they’re okay.... But they usually never wondered once they were put to bed, or at least not to the med wing.

They usually went to the cafeteria or recreational areas. Places that were happy or full of people usually. Not where they go when they hurt or are sick. Especially not down into the records hall.

“I- I don’t remember why I got out of bed. I think I was cold. I’m cold. Doctor Thompkins gives me these little thingies that get warm. I put them in my- my socks. It helps me sleep.” The patient said in a scattered way. He looked calm though, feet swinging easily and hands laying lax in his lap.

Edward nodded and thought about it until he came up with it. Perhaps this unusual situation was going to be a good distraction. A puzzle. Ed loved puzzles.

"The snap heating packs? The small colorful packs, they're sort of jelly like?" Edward asked and held his hands up making a square with his thumbs and forefingers. He knew those kinds of heating packs were more favorable than the dry heat ones that rely on body heat to warm up. Plus, they were easy to clean and easy to reset in the kettle.

"Yes! The nurse sometimes gives me purple ones, but Doctor Thompkins always gives me purple ones because I like purple. It's even- even on my door, my name is purple it's got a- a penguin sticker because some- some of the people who knew me call me penguin and and I like it. I like having a nickname. But my sign, it's got a penguin and then a big sticker O that's all glittery and then when I first got here I had to figure out how to hold like pens and stuff again and they gave me a huge pack of crayons cause I’m only allowed to have crayons but that's okay I really like them and I wrote the rest in this kinda shiny purple so the O is a-a sticker and then the S-W-A-L-D is all my- my handwriting. I've redone it a few times, but I like it. I like my sign. It- I can always remember it." Oswald rambled on; he liked talking to people. He liked talking to people when they wanted to talk to him. And the way the other man's eyes were focused on him, and he nodded along with each silly little explanation made Oswald feel seen and listened too. It made him happy, made him smile.

“Oswald that’s a very nice name. Did you know that it means Divine Power?” Ed asked and watched the twinkle in the patient's eyes at that.

Oswald… Waldo, Ozzy, Oz, Penguin…. Penguin…. Ed thought as the boy started to ramble on again. The nickname nearly reminded him of something, but he just couldn’t place it.

“My mother named me but but she spelled it differently, I spell it the English way. She- she spelled our last name differently too. It's Cobblepot for me because I got my-my birth certificate here but hers was Kapelput.” Oswald explained and Edward nodded. Oswald nodded and looked back to the map on the wall, seemingly done talking for the moment.

The assistant turned away and quickly typed in the name. Oswald Cobblepot.

Drowned. Suffers from short term memory loss and episodes of severe confusion and has a habit of self-harm. Likes sweets and hugs/physical affections. Injured right leg, heavy limp, occasional crutch or wheelchair.

Dangerous! If wearing civilian shoes, please alert security and do not make contact.

Well, that's...Odd. The man sitting in front of him was so small and cute, petite and social, how could he be so dangerous as to have such a bold red warning?

He was cute as his cheeks drew up in a happy excited smile and his legs swung in an arrhythmic way. He was at least half a foot shorter than Ed and his pajamas hung loosely around him. He spoke well, scattered and jumpy but coherent and pronounced.

Edward shook his head a bit, patients here could be... very deceiving in their looks. Like that adorable kid who came in for therapy who also threw knives at people in the park.

Better to check and make sure.

Ed stood up and stretched his arms over his head looking down at Oswald’s fuzzy purple socks.

Safe. At least positively sure. Not for a moment did Edward fear the other man. He had a gut feeling that his patient was particularly… well that they were going to get along.

“Well Mr. Cobblepot, why don’t we get some heat packs and go back to bed. It’s late, you know.” Ed said and touched his pockets feeling for his keys and phone.

He grinned at the patient who lifted himself up onto his feet, taking a moment to get his balance before grinning up at the other man.

“Okay! Mister...um… I forgot your name. I'm sorry.” Oswald apologized and looked down; he wanted to call this man ‘mister’ too since he'd used the same honorific. Names were just the hardest to remember.

Edward stuck his hand out in a polite way, bowing his head slightly, soft smile gracing his lips.

“You didn’t forget I never told. I’m Edward Nygma. Ed for short.” Edward said and Oswald awkwardly grabbed his hand for a soft jerky handshake before pulling it back and looking somewhere to the side of Ed's shoulder.

“Oh, okay can- could you help me to my room I… I can't remember how to get back to it from here.” Oswald asked, looking down with shame and sadness. It was embarrassing knowing where he was, who he was, but just not getting all the details together. Though he doubted not asking for help would make it any better and it’s better to ask than to get lost, or in trouble.

Ed was quick to stand closer to the shorter man and rub his shoulder. His profile said he likes hugs so a bit of physical touch should make him feel better even if Ed was a bit…. Odd about touching.

“Of course, Mr.Cobblepot! It's no trouble at all, I should get up to stretch my legs. May I see your bracelet to see what your room is?” Edward asked and motioned slightly toward the bright white band that was wrapped around every patient's wrist.

“Bracelet?” Oswald said looking confused at where Ed was pointing, like the white band wasn't registering to him, like it wasn’t catching his eye.

“Here let me see this for a moment.” Edward said and gently grasped the man’s surprisingly callused spindly hands. Oswald gasped a bit and looked at his own wrist. Surprised to see the band that seemingly just turned up.

“I didn’t know that was there. I’m sorry.” Oswald said in a spacey way.

He wasn't focused on speaking; he was more so enthralled with the way the other's hand wrapped completely around his wrist like a warm safe cuff of pure gentleness. Edward’s long, strong, cozy warm fingers that gently grazed over the numbers on the plastic band caught Oswald’s attention, making his eyes grow big and dark and his belly to start to feel a bit funny.

“No worries Mr. Cobblepot. You walked a long way tonight. Does your leg hurt?” Ed asked and closed the door behind them as they made their way into the hallway. He quickly locked it before starting the walk all the way across the third floor.

C Level Room 134.

That was... on the opposite side of the building and through many hallways.

“Oh… it’s okay. I- I- Doctor Thompkins makes me wear a brace at night cause I roll around a lot and- and it’ll dislocate. She makes me get ready for bed with a nurse because I have to have some help.” Oswald said, face turning quite red. He didn’t know if this man was a nurse or not. And he didn’t really even like the nurses knowing about his knee and hip braces or his nighttime routine because of his bed wetting.

“Ah, I understand. If you need a break let me know. I know where they keep the wheelchairs.” Edward reassured as he kept his pace leisurely. He didn’t want to make the much shorter man hurry to keep up with his own long strides.

Their footsteps echoed through the empty halls, Ed’s smooth and even and Oswald's a bit arrhythmic but together they made an almost.... melodic pace.

“Do you… are you a nurse? Or- or a doctor?” Oswald asked as they slowly made their way through the doors leaving the medical wing to walk through the recreation and cafeteria section. Each door Edward would open and hold for the patient to make his way through.

“Oh no, I’m just an assistant to Doctor Thompkins. I also work in the file room; I organize and shred documents and keep the files nice and neat. I also work at the police department doing just about the same thing. I prefer it here though, it’s a much nicer place.” Ed said and bent down to whisper the last part like it was a secret.

Oswald giggled and smiled, capturing Ed’s full attention.

God he was cute.

Short with big blue eyes like icebergs on the sea and pitch-dark hair all short and spiky over his forehead that left cute round ears poking out and his pointy nose turn peachy red with blush, perfect pale skin with only the faintest freckles trying to show across his cheeks, a certain charm that showed through his stuttered jumbled speech.

Edward didn’t even notice himself giggling lightly with him as they passed the separating doors and entered the hall of therapy rooms. He made himself pull his eyes away from the other man and cleared his throat, clearing away the odd tickly feeling he was getting in his chest. 

“I-I like it here. I tried to go back to my mother, but I couldn’t find her. Our apartment was empty and- and then I tried to go find my friend but-but… well I ended up here and at first it was awful because I was so scared, and they were all mean to me but then Doctor Thompkins c-came, and she made it better. And now everyone’s nice to me mostly. There’re a few people who're always mad at me but but that’s okay.” Oswald said and thought back to when he had tried to find his mother and had come to the police department only to be met with guns and a detective dragging him around by the collar. They had yelled at him for two days straight before bringing Doctor Thompkins in to help.

And then he was with all the girls, and he hated that because they were really really mean. But... It's okay now.

It’s okay because now he had a friend and was on his way to his nice room.

“That doesn’t sound very okay Oswald, why are they mad at you?” Edward asked, more curious than concerned. He didn't know of any great criminal of Gotham named Oswald. Or Ozzie or Oz or Waldo.

Plus, it seemed as though Oswald was having an easier time remembering things like happenings than specific details and it was intriguing to Edward.

“Oh um…. Before I got here in the- the months I can’t remember, I think I did something bad. I… I think I hurt people. I don’t- I wouldn’t ever hurt anyone. I don’t…. It makes me feel like I don’t know who I am, sometimes. I just wanna…. I wanna have a job and- and watch cartoons and I dunno… get married, my mother wanted me to get married. I- I have a hard time liking people enough to do the necessary activities to get married though.” Oswald said and kind of shrugged it off at the end. He didn’t like thinking of his mother much because of how sad it made him. He missed her. But then again, she’d probably be ashamed of him now anyway.

Edward laughed a bit at ' necessary activities '. Such an odd thing to say. But the sad look on the other’s downturned face made him quiet and try to lighten the mood again.

“Oh? Is there anyone here that catches your eye? Dating is very important for the growth of relationships.” Edward said and leaned over a bit to bump his elbow into the other’s arm.

“I think there is now. I don’t know. I’ll have to talk about it with- with my talk-to doctor.” Oswald said and looked away with a smile. Edward was about to say something about his cherry-colored ears but they needed to stop by the non-medical supplies closet. The green door wiping the comment from his tongue as he cleared his throat again.

“Ah, can you wait here on the bench for a moment? I need to sign out the heating packs and call doctor Leslie real fast. Yeah, just sit there, good boy.” Edward explained and guided the patient to sit on the padded bench. Oswald smiled and sat down obediently, eyes unfocusing for a moment before he was glancing up at the ceiling tiles.

Edward unlocked the door and took a breath and shook his hands. What an odd day. What an odd man. So exciting!

~

“Hello?” Said a scratchy sleep-tired voice.

“Leslie, it's Edward Nygma.” Ed said as he picked nervously at the wall in front of him with his hand unoccupied by his cell phone.

“Oh, hi Ed, any reason you’re calling me so late?” The doctor asked as she sat up a bit in bed, trying not to wake the man next to her.

“Oswald Cobblepot.” Edward said and then regretted not saying something else when the doctor asked a bit panicked.

“Oh no what happened? Are you okay? Did you call the police?” She asked and Ed was shaking his head even though he knew she couldn't see it, just hating the way she sounded so upset at the other man’s name.

“No, no, no. It's not like that. He needs heating packs. He actually walked all the way to my office and just sat down and chatted with me for a bit. He's very... sweet. He's... he needed some heating pads and someone to help him back to his room." Edward explained and felt his face heat slightly trying not to call the apparently 'dangerous' patient anything weird. Like adorable, darling, wonderful, cute, snuggly looking.

"You're with him now?" The doctor asked, feeling a bit at ease in the obvious endearing flick in her assistant's voice.

Edward was an odd fellow. Always nosing into other people’s business but also shying away from actual social conversation. And Oswald was sort of… well he could be very mean and hateful at times. Sometimes. Most times. Biting, kicking, screaming at the top of his lungs until only squeaky noises escaped him. Leslie had seen Oswald be sweet, wrapped up in his blanket sitting in his wheelchair watching the snow or helping the older ladies open and close their markers, but never to anyone other than fellow patients.

"He's sitting in the hall where I can see him. I'm going to put him back in bed. He's very talkative. I thought maybe it would be okay if I tucked him in... and such." Edward asked and watched Oswald scoot around on the bench until settling in the middle. He settled in, shoulders drooping to relax once he found the best spot, eyes wandering up and down the walls happily.

"He hasn't thrown a fit or anything? Complaints?" Leslie asked and was a little shocked that Oswald had sought out the other man.

Edward had a certain way that usually... rubbed people the wrong way. Corrective, ranting, staring in a way that usually made people uncomfortable.

"Nope, he asked for heating packs, he didn't have shoes or slippers on just socks and it seems he's feeling a bit cold. The entire walk so far, he's been telling me his story and he got a bit teary talking about how he was so scared and confused when he was first brought in." Ed explained and found the drawer that had the heating packs in them, picking out five purple ones and slipping them into his white coat's pocket.

"Yeah he... he lost about five years and he's pretty traumatized. Sign the heating packs out under my name and I'll fix the papers in the morning. And Ed?" Lesliesaid and smiled into her phone, knowing what she was going to say was gonna shake him up a bit.

"Yes Doctor Leslie?" Ed answered and filled out the paper for the heating packs. He liked doing paperwork, he thought faintly as he filled out the chart.

"You sound happy." Leslie said and grinned as Edward’s stutters filled the static between them.

"I- I love my job." Ed answered and tried to think of something to make his face less on fire with blush. Brushing his teeth, cleaning the floor, putting on socks, putting socks on Oswald gently and softly running his hand through that mess of spikey black hair- No! Ed shook his head and listened to Leslie huff out a half-laugh.

"Okay, anything else? Because do not call me again unless it's an emergency." Leslie asked, laughing off the stuttered fraud of an answer.

"Oh um.... I think he’s a bit sad and I think he may need some hugs can- can I do that? Is that okay? Oh, and he seems to be walking a bit…. Does he have any incontinence problems?” Ed asked quietly and looked out the window in the door to find Oswald rubbing his feet together and staring down at them. He'd been walking with a bit of a.... well the way someone walks when they've got something they're not used to between their legs. Like a bruised thigh or a diaper.

He heard a sigh on the other side of the line.

"I'm only doing this because he hasn't bitten or thrown himself down on the floor in a fit. I'm gonna let you be one of his contact assistants. He wears a pull up at night and he doesn't like sleeping in a shirt. Edward handle this with utmost care, Oswald's transgender. That means when you let him put on a clean pull up you gotta make sure he wipes himself. There are wet wipes with his name on them and his nighttime pads are all blue. If he asks for help then help him, offer assistance but do not approach unless prompted. And don't say anything about his chest scars. He doesn't like them. Do you understand that Edward?" Leslie said in a very serious tone that had Edward memorizing each word down to the letter.

"Yes- Yes ma'am. I'll be very careful. He- You should be getting back to bed. Goodnight Doctor." Edward said and moved to hold the doorknob, excited to get back to the man who was looking drowsy on the bench, letting his eyelids droop and a yawn break free.

"Good night Edward." Leslie said but was cut off by the click of the phone hanging up.

Edward stepped out of the supply room and Oswald looked up at him with a soft smile.

"I got you all purple, now let's get you back to bed." Edward said softly and offered his arm when Oswald twinged a bit to the side when standing up. They made their way toward the room that had a sparkling ' O' sticker on the sign. Edward was happy to walk slowly, arms linked, with the patient. 

Oswald was smiling slightly and opened his door, leaving Ed to go into the bathroom with his key in hand. The patient went and pulled the blankets back on the bed, well gathering his soft purple blanket that he didn’t remember ever not having but couldn’t remember who gave it to him as it wasn’t standard given to all patients, and setting it near his pillow. 

"Thank you Mr. Nygma for helping me back. Um, Can you unlock my cabinet too? I need something from there." Oswald said as he sat down on the side of his bed. He needed to change his undergarments at least... Ed made his tummy feel weird and Oswald didn't like sleeping in damp, whether that be his briefs or his pull up underneath.

"Oh your cabinet... Do you need any medication or anything other than the heating packs?" Edward said and laid the five purple packs at the foot of the bed and waited for Oswald to get done picking at a spot on his striped soft pants.

Oswald picked at his pants thinking about how odd it was to have a boy in his room with the door shut. No one ever let him do that before. Not mother, not the nurses. It made his heart jump a bit.

“Oh I’m I have to wear-“ Oswald started to say embarrassedly before Ed shook his head and remembered. He quickly unlocked the cabinet and grabbed the wipes and folded up black padding. 

“Of course I’ll get those for you one moment. Do you need a change of underwear too?” Edward asked and stood up with the wipes and pad in hand, Oswald grinned and nodded.

He didn’t feel so bad anymore, this nurse was nice. Usually the boy nurses were rough but this one was nice. Ed. Ed was nice. Usually boys were mean but Ed was nice. 

"that- that would be nice, yes. I-I have a hard time sleeping when- when I'm not warm and comfortable." Oswald explained as Edward grabbed a pair of clean purple and black striped briefs from the easily readable laundry cabinet next to him. 

“Do you want any help? Do you know what to do?” Edward asked and handed over the supplies and looked into Oswald’s iceberg eyes.  

“I think so” Oswald answered with uncertainty lining his voice. Edward let him go to scurry back into the bathroom, closing the door gently behind him. 

“If you need help, I’ll help you, Oswald.” Edward said at the door and looked around the room. 

Oswald had… few extra amenities. No privacy curtain, table, bed table, side table, extra betting, etc. It was odd. There was only a picture taped to the wall and a scrapbook shoved under the bed. 

Edward looked at the picture, an older woman smiling ear to ear holding up a very chubby little baby in a frilly pink dress. Oswald, that had to be him. The pointed nose, dark hair, shimmering blue eyes, round cheeks. Edward grinned at the image, it was sweet. That must be the mother Oswald oh so dearly loves. 

“Mister? Why’re you in my room?” Edward turned and smiled at Oswald, now gripping his shirt in front of him, and nodded his head. He kept the first in front of him, doing little to cover his soft chubby torso and freckle speckled shoulders. 

“I’m helping you to bed, Mr. Cobblepot. I’m Edward, we walk from the med wing. Are you ready to go to bed?” Edward said in a soft voice. Oswald looked at him with wide confused eyes for a minute, cheeks turning tomato red. 

“I’m sorry, I forget things sometimes. You do files. Files, file room. Ed.” Oswald said and blinked his eyes a few times. Nice boy, nice boy in his room, works with the Doctor. 

Edward nodded and motioned toward the bed and Oswald hurriedly sat down, setting his shirt to the side and pushing his blankets out of the way. 

“I’m, I’m ready. I’m sleepy, I-I think I’ve been up for a long time now. Thank you, Ed.” Oswald said and carefully laid down, making sure his leg didn’t twist the wrong way. Edward stood at the end of the bed, picking up the heat packs and snapping them all, moving them in his hands feeling the warmth. 

“Would you like these in your socks or under your blankets? They get warm, see.” Edward asked and pressed one against the bottom of Oswald’s socks. The patient gasped and made a pleased noise, nodding his head. 

“Feels nice… Can… can I have one for my… ears?” Oswald asked, obviously focusing on the feeling rather than speaking. Edward smiled and handed him one of the packs and worked on slipping the others into his socks. 

Oswald hummed and rubbed the pack across his face and nose, holding it over each of his ears. Then his eyes popped open wide with a gasp. 

“Is there something wrong, Oswald? Are you alright?” Edward asked in concern at the blush that was creeping down Oswald’s throat and down to his chest. Maybe the packs were too hot? Did he snap them wrong?

“I- I’m just sleepy is all. Those feel nice. Thank you. May I go to bed now?” Oswald asked, kinda pushy like he just wanted Ed to leave. Ed just nodded and made his way to the door, slight grin on his face as he shut out the lights. 

“Goodnight, Mr. Cobblepot. Maybe I’ll come visit you again.” Edward teased as he stood in the hallway light leaking in through the open door. He could just make out the way Oswald glanced away and nodded. 

“Okay, Ed”

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Edward found it pleasant to be interactive with the patients. Patient. Oswald. 

He liked stretching his legs after sitting for hours and the long walk to the man’s room was perfect and calm. And it was nice to see the twinkle in Oswald’s eyes, even when he didn’t fully recognize Ed. The dark haired boy would smile and talk and talk before realizing it was Eddy and give him a hug. And Ed was okay with being hugged by warm soft arms and cold spindly hands. 

“Good evening Mr. Cobblepot, how’re you doing today, Ozzy?” 

“Hi Ozzy, what’re you reading?”

“Oh Ozzy, don’t you wanna go see the rain? We can bring your blanket.”

“Ozzy do you think the nurses will let us have a sleepover?”

“Ozzy, shush, I brought snacks.”

Ed would bring different things for Oswald, to the nurses disdain. Crackers, strawberry milk, a bag of cheap pre popped popcorn, tea in a thermos, each thing Ed brought and shared with Oswald in his bed made the patient even sweeter. Always thanking Ed with a hug as he snuggled in next to the other man sitting against the wall in the bed. 

Oswald had requested only one thing, a picture of them together with Ed’s name written under it. And there was a cruddy picture printed by the office printer of them taken on Ed’s cell, both smiling widely, tapes next to the photo of Oswald and his dear mother. 

Though some nights were better than others, some nights ending in Oswald crying screaming that he didn’t want a man in his bedroom at night, that Edward was improper, Ed kept coming back and being kind. Oswald was an amazing creature. He couldn’t stay away. 

At least that’s what he told himself. What he told himself at work when he daydreamt of Oswald’s thin hands or his soft belly speckled with powder light freckles, his round ears, his sweet little giggles, his smooth pink scars, his thin lips, how soft his hair would be in Edwrd’s hand or how he makes such enticing sounds when something feels nice on him… It was all because Oswald was… intriguing. Not because he felt like warm fresh-from-the-dryer laundry when he was around the dark haired man or because his heart felt like a gymnast when Oswald fell asleep on his shoulder or in the chair in the file room. 

And Oswald felt… happy. He felt warm and fuzzy in his belly when Ed was around. He talked about him with the therapist all the time. He told his friend, Gretchen, all about the boy and she’d said that Ed sounded like a good boy. He liked the way the wall and sheet smelled after Ed left and how every part of Ed was amazing and that Oswald wanted to touch his skin all over. 

And he was sure Ed had good skin under his clothes. Oswald liked the skin on his hands, strong hands with perfect short nails that made Oswald’s center do a weird flip flop. He was sure the soft smooth slightly tanned skin was everywhere and that it would all feel very good against his own pale flesh. 

Everywhere against him. Oswald could imagine it in such clarity. All times of day. Which really only caused Oswald more frustration because he felt good but he felt… lonely too. He like the way his belly got warm and how nice his blanket felt between his knees and how suddenly he was a bit breathless and he could picture Edward snuggling against him, kissing him, being so close, being connected- and then Oswald could start to cry and get a weird squirming feeling and have to go to the bathroom and washing his face. 

And both had decided, perhaps it would be okay to keep near. Perhaps it would be okay to keep the warm feeling in their chests a secret from the other but… still try and get a bit closer to savor it. 

Night after night Edward made his way from the filing room, lost in his own mind, to the patient’s room. And Oswald would be there. Sometimes with a knowing smile, other times half asleep, and occasionally reading a book. They talked, shared sacks and drinks, read a comic book Edward liked, and sometimes they just sat near and rested against each other. 

And it was always at night when the lights went out. Oswald knew, even when he really didn’t, that good things come when the lights go out. 

So when Edward made his way into the room during the day, just after lunch, Oswald was frightened. 

Ed was on break from the police station, taking an extra long lunch to come visit Oswald and ask if it would be okay to go on an outing. He already had permission to take Oswald to a drive-in theater, but he’d yet to ask the other boy. He was giddy walking quickly with the movie listings printed out in his hands. 

He was less giddy when he heard the other squawk and yell as soon as his door was opened. Oswald was scrambling in his bed, pulling all his blankets over himself, face flush and pink, hair a mess. Ed was concerned, making his way to the bedside, taking in the way Oswald was positioned to hide his arms or legs. Oswald had tried to hurt himself before. Edward took a breath and looked at Oswald’s teary face and messy bed. 

“Oswald.” Edward said and reached for the blanket covering Oswald’s middle. 

“Eddie don’t look” Oswald squawked and moved one hand to keep the blanket but Edward already was pulling the blanket away. The assistant disregarded Oswald’s shouts to go away or stop. Even when they started a halfway game of tug-of-war. 

“Oswald, I have to see if you’re hurting yourse- oh Ozzie.” Edward said when he finally got the blankets off Oswald’s body. 

He was lying there, shirt rucked up to his armpits, day pants shoved down to his ankles, briefs down his knees, one hand holding the brush end of a hairbrush as its handle plunged into his rosy center. Edward stared, just for a moment, he just looked. Oswald was so pretty. His soft belly, his trembling plush thighs, his small hands struggling not to shake as he kept the makeshift toy in place. His face was pure, overwhelmed with pleasure, he’d come to tears. And oh the way his straight thin black hair laid around his tender slit made Edward very suddenly light headed and very aware of where his blood was headed.  

“I said don’t look!” Oswald cried out and brought his good leg up to kick Ed in the gut. Though it was a very light kick, it was enough to pull the taller boy out of his own head. 

Ed shook his head and reached for Oswald’s hand still occupied with the brush. 

“Oswald I can’t let you do that with a hairbrush. That’s not okay.” Edward said and grasped Oswald’s wrist as the boy hit him with his free hand. 

“But it’s my hairbrush!” Oswald said and let out a sob as Edward’s hand pressed on his lower stomach, holding him down. 

“No.” Edward said and gently but firmly held Oswald’s wrists away with one hand and used his other to pull the brush from Oswald’s clenching, shaking body. Edward felt like he couldn’t breathe as he held the brush in his hand and looked down at the other. 

Oswald was sobbing, whole body shaking with each sob. His hole twitching and clenching around nothing as his knees drew together to try and hide away, his belly jiggling slightly with the creaking sobs. And his thighs were shiny with slick, matching the nearly dripping handle of the brush. Oswald was messy, not only his tear and sob smeared face but also where his slick spattered down the insides of his legs and his soaked soft looking pubes. 

Oswald let out a whimper and shook, legs trembling. He reached up for Edward’s arm where the brush was hanging limp at his side. 

“Please Ed…. I need it. Nothing else makes it better. It’s all… itchy in there.” Oswald begged and Edward took a step back, tearing his eyes away from the patient. He focused on breathing and thinking of things to kill his erection. Mowing grass, cold showers, vaccinations, stubbing his toe. 

He just looked at the door and then realized the warm brush was still in his hand and he rushed over to the cabinet. 

“Oswald… do you know what you were doing?” Edward asked seriously and got a biohazard bag from the cabinet and quickly put the hairbrush in it, sealing away the slightly sweet aroma coming from it. He turned around to see Oswald pulling his pants up and shoving his shirt down, hiding away the yards of soft pale flesh Edward was so enamored with. 

“I-I-I thought I was supposed to,” Oswald said looking down at where he was still all sticky. He was doing something that wasn’t hurting him when he was having weird feelings. He was supposed to do nice things to himself. Like counting or jumping. The hairbrush felt nice… at least much better than his fingers or when he rubbed on the bed. 

“Oswald you… you shouldn’t put things that aren’t specifically made for it, inside of yourself. You wouldn’t eat a tennis ball would you? Hm would you?” Edward asked to lighten the mood a bit which caused Oswald to give him a confused look before shaking his head with a light grin. 

“No, I wouldn’t eat a tennis ball.” Oswald said lightly and shook his head. 

“So something like this” Edward said and held up the hair brush inside the bag “should not go inside of you. Now clean yourself up we need to go ask doctor Thompkins something don’t we.” Edward said and walked out, taking a moment to breathe outside the door. 

His heart was racing, his cock ached, and he just knew. He knew what they both wanted, needed, craved . 

“Yes, Eddy.” Oswald said as the back of the door, he laid back flat in his bed, hands laying over his covered stomach. He couldn’t help the smile that crested on his lips. It suddenly felt a sugary warmth not only in his pants but also in his chest. Like he knew Edward was thinking the same thing he was. 

Oh to just be together as themselves and in the most improper ways. 

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“I’m concerned for his sexual health. This is what he was using for a masturbation aid.” Edward said and set the hairbrush in its bag on Leslie’s desk. Watching the woman's eyes grow wide and her eyebrows raise, Edward schooled his face to not show how desperate he felt to get permission to… help Oswald. 

“Oswald?” She asked with a look that had Oswald looking down at his fidgeting feet. The dark haired boy’s face was cherry red and his hands were shifty and flexing against his day clothes. 

“I thought I was supposed to. It- it- I wasn’t hurting myself. It- I’m sorry.” Oswald muttered and looked over to the side. He felt a bit like he was about to be scolded by the school master. 

“No, no, it’s okay Oswald. I just wish you would have told the therapist you were struggling with desires of this… nature. You know we all tiptoe around this kind of thing. Especially with you.” Leslie said and plastered on a calm smile and gentle demeanor. She nodded and at Oswald when he looked up at her, eyes unsure. 

He mustered up his emotions, mostly confusing which made him mad and frustration that also made him mad. 

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to- to do. It’s itchy and weird and it makes my underwear smell weird and then after I have to pee even if I don’t really need to pee and- and then it makes me make- make weird noises and it makes it hard to breathe. I dunno what to do other than… put something in there.” Oswald said in a rush, ending up making a very scrunched up face at Leslie who had to hold back her laughter. A bird with its feathers up for sure. 

“Do you know what you were doing is called?” Leslie asked and Oswald sat back down, slumping and shook his head. 

“I-I-I don’t know.” Oswald confessed and looked back down at the bottom of Doctor Thompkins’ desk. He flushed again but then looked over at Ed’s shiny shoes and felt a bit better. Ed was like balm on a burn. It didn’t matter if Oswald was dumb about some things because Ed knew about all sorts of stuff. 

“Masturbation. It’s not a bad thing to do but we need to talk to the therapist and make sure you understand what it means to do it. Then we can… explore other options.” Leslie explained and noted that she needed to have an emergency call to Oswald’s therapist and arrange a very.. Fragile appointment. 

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“Fragile” was not a word to describe what Oswald was going through. Aggressive self-soothing? Perhaps. Obsessive hypersexualized self-soothing, nearing the line between soothing and harm? Yes. 

Oswald had been sat down and told that 1. Masturbation is good and healthy for a man Oswald’s age, 2. There are things made to go inside and nothing else should ever go inside. Ever., and 3. If he ever wanted to invite someone else to his room for anything more than masturbation, he’d need to get permission from Doctor Leslie and his therapist and then get an exam. 

And they’d given him some books to read, and made it very clear that even if the books all showed girls, and said they were for girls, and only were about girls, that they didn’t see him as anything except the man he is. Oswald hated the books. He hated them so much. He read them… and read them again, and then took them to the bathroom with a small plastic mirror, and decided they were gross and put them in the trash, and then put them under his bed because maybe they were gross but also kind of useful. 

And they gave him a very weird squishy blue thing. Oswald called it the thingy because he couldn’t remember what the doctor had told him it was. 

The weird doctor. 

The one that made him lay on a table with his legs all bent and open, the one who put something cold and weird inside of him before he panicked and they made him sleep only to wake up with his butt, thighs, and stomach aching horribly. The one who was all smiley when she came in and told him that he was healthy. Told him he only had minor scarring from his procedure. The procedure that he had no idea even happened and that she never explained. One that had apparently happened in the years he was missing. 

But Oswald was okay. He was okay putting the thingy inside himself and biting his pillow to keep quiet. He was okay balling up his blanket between his legs and rubbing on it. He was okay sitting in the common room, spaced out, and rocking back and forth until the nurses told him to stop. He was okay with Ed coming in for lunch and finding Oswald withering under his blankets, whimpering his name. He was okay with Ed touching his ankle when he hides away under his blanket, shaking from those little shocks that happen once he’s done. He was okay when Ed came in at night and stood by the door and watched. He was very okay when Ed would watch him, standing by the door, and come press a kiss to Oswald’s panting lips after he got done trembling and shaking. Oswald was okay. 

Edward however was on the edge of a very steep cliff. He spent far too many hours rushing through the halls between the file room and Oswald’s room. Far too many rushed moment’s hiding under his desk holding a tissue over his cock just to keep from staining the carpet. And far far far too many hours stood just inside Oswald’s door watching the patient. 

Ed couldn’t help himself. He knew he should turn and leave but the way Oswald twisted and jerked in his bed, under his purple blanket, the way he cried out and let out busted little sobs, the way he moaned out Ed’s name like the assistant was his savior… it all made Ed glue down to the floor. It made him take the few steps so that when Oswald was laying lax in his bed catching his breath Ed could press hot kisses into his panting mouth. It made it impossible for him to keep his hands from stealing a little touch from the other man, it made it impossible for Ed to not grab at a frail ankle and feel the racing pulse wracking through the shorter man. 

And Ed was losing it. He was running from the room to the bathroom to give himself a few tight strokes before he was spilling into the toilet or sink. He was hiding under the file room desk to jerk himself off thinking of how good Oswald would feel in his hands, in his lap, on him. How sweetly he’d sob as Ed touched his softest, most precious parts. How he’d sob and cry and hang onto Ed like the brunette was the only anchor he had to earth. And Ed had to tell himself jerking off four times a day was inhibiting his ability to get work done. And he’d hear Oswald small breathy whimpers, see his tear streaked face, see how his body trembled and rocked with the aftershocks of an orgasm and go back to the bathroom to pull himself through just one more. 

And he couldn’t stop. He found himself going to Oswald constantly. Seeing him in the day room in the morning rocking in his chair, in his room for lunch only to find Oswald whining and crying from stuffing himself, at night when the lights went off and Oswald was throwing himself through lord knows how many orgasms before he fell asleep with his briefs around his knees. He couldn’t stop from watching, from getting Oswald a water and a cookie, a wash cloth, and kissing him, kneeling over him in bed and kissing him until Oswald was panting again. 

No matter how many times Oswald didn’t notice him there, how many times Oswald walked to the file room and couldn’t remember Ed’s name but knew the room was a good room, how many times Oswald gasped and told him that a man should never sneak up on someone in their powder room while he was getting ready for bed, nothing could keep Ed away. 

It all came to a head when Leslie had called him while he was filing at the police station. She was frustrated sounding. 

Oswald was having a fit . He was screaming, crying, and fighting off every single person who got near him. He wanted Edward Nygma . Leslie said she was astonished that the patient could even remember Ed’s full name and could recite it over and over again as he threw hit books at the door. Ed was even surprised when Leslie held her phone away from her and he could faintly hear the patient’s screaming. 

“ I want Eddy! Edward Nygma is the only person allowed in! Go away! Go away! Please stay away!”

Ed felt a hiccup in his chest and stood stone still as Leslie told him to get his ass over before they send in the big nurses and drug Oswald until he’s passed out. He bit out an answer and dropped the papers onto his desk and hurried out to tell everyone he was leaving early because of a small emergency. 

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Ed had come in, being led back to Oswald’s room by a very burly nurse. He stood before the door as Leslie told the rest of the staff that Ed was, well, The Edward Nygma. And Edward opened the door to his dear sweet Oswald. 

And promptly got nailed in the face with a tube of lube. 

“Oh Eddy, I-I’m sorry I didn’t know! Eddy, they want to touch me! I don’t want them to touch me! I want you to touch me, can’t- can’t you help me? Please Eddy, I need- need- I don’t know but I need it!” Oswald sobbed out and reached out from his bed toward Edward who was easily making his way to sit down on the bed. 

Oswald clung to him, arms wrapping around Ed’s thin middle as he nuzzled into the other man’s warm chest. Ed smiled and started an easy even rhythm of rubbing Oswald’s back, up and down over his knobby spine. 

“Why are you so upset? What happened, Ozzy?” Ed asked as Oswald rubbed his soft cheek across the texture of Ed’s button down shirt. The smaller man groaned and went all loose, laying across Edward’s lap with his face hidden. 

Ed had to clench his jaw to keep from making a noise at the sight of Oswald’s nose laying against his zipper and his small hands fidgeting with one of his belt loops. Oswald had been getting handsy, grabbing and hugging and burying his face in Ed’s clothes or neck. And when Oswald turned just a small bit and looked up at Ed with those piercing blue eyes, half hidden by his hair, Ed could barely keep himself from dragging the patient up into a searing kiss. 

“Had a dream. Woke up all… weird feeling in my gut. Told the nurse I needed to take a shower, she wouldn’t let me, she just told me to change my underthings. But- but the- the texture… It made it worse. I got put in the day room and then they kicked me out for rocking, I went to lunch and they fussed at me for rubbing on the bench, and- and then I talked to the talk-to doctor and he fussed at me for fidgeting and squirming around. Just need you.” Oswald said quietly, eyes starting to well up, becoming glistening and just that much more desperate looking. 

Edward stared. He felt something inside his brain, inside his very soul, was twisting. Twisting, burning, turning dark in his chest as he stared down the pathetic lovely little thing sniffling in his lap, against his swelling cock, in such emotional and physical turmoil. 

And he liked it. He liked how his hand drug over Oswald’s shoulder, into his shaggy black hair, and pressed his head down as his hips rolled up. He liked the whimper and slight struggle Oswald gave as Ed’s zipper dug into his cheek, liked the confused and slightly frightened look on Oswald’s tear stricken pink tinted face. And he liked how when he let up Oswald sat up and moved closer to pant and nuzzle against Ed’s neck, words lost to the blood rushing in Ed’s ears. 

“Oswald, do you want to have sex with me?” Edward asked as he rolled his head to the side to lay against Oswald’s slightly damp hair. 

He nearly laughed at the noise that escaped Oswald’s throat, something between a honk and a gasp, breathy yet… caught and squeaky. 

The patient jerked back to sit on his butt, bad leg thrown over the side of the bed, the other sat flat behind Edward’s back. He stared at Ed with wide eyes, as though he was so shocked by the question. After weeks of showing Ed his most sensitive moments… Why was it so shocking?

“Oswald, you know what you want.” Ed said lowly as he pulled his own leg up on the bed, between Oswald’s spread ones, pushing their chests together, shoving the patient to lay on the bed, moving to cage the smaller man in with his arms on either side of his narrow shoulders.

Oswald looked up at him with big shocked eyes, rimmed red from tears, hands shaking as they floated between their stomachs. He opened and closed his mouth, brain far too scrambled and boiled to come up with an answer at the moment. Ed used one hand to hold himself up and the other to touch the side of Oswald’s face, thumb tracing a soft cheek as his other fingers traced over his round ears. 

“Say what you want. What do you want? You threw a big tantrum, yelled, threw things, you hit people, what was it all for?” Edward asked, staring straight into Oswald’s eyes as he looked anywhere else. Oswald’s jaw worked under the warm palm cradling it. 

“You. I d-do, I want you, Eddy. I-I caused trouble t-to get you here. Please? Please Eddy, I signed papers, I-I can have the-the special room.” Oswald begged, he forced his eyes to flash up to catch the other’s gaze. 

Ed hummed, enjoying the way Oswald looked in the moment. He liked knowing Oswald was soaking wet underneath his clothes. That he was wanting and ready through a few layers of fabric. 

“You have to say that to Doctor Thompson. You have to tell her you want to have sex, that you want it. You have to agree to get checked out after. Understand that, Ozzy?” Ed explained as he let his face get closer to Oswald’s, his fingers still gently stroking over damp hair and blushing pink ears. Oswald’s eyes flashed up and down from eyes down to lips, down lower where Ed’s leg was keeping his own spread open. 

“I- I- understand. Doctor Thompson, tell her, use- use the words. Yes, Eddy, pl-please” Oswald said beggingly as his hips rolled down onto the bed. The small movement was enough to set something alight in Ed. He shoved himself up, standing in front of the flustered blushing patient and looked him over with hunger in his eyes. 

“I’m gonna take care of you. Skip dinner, a nurse will bring you to the room. You’re being good, Ozzy, just relax for the next few hours. Don’t use your toy. I’ll see you later.” Ed said quickly, he was on the brink of fucking Oswald right in his shitty little bed with everyone his  abreath behind the door. He didn’t care. Oswald was perfect, and wanting . 

Oswald nodded and was about to say something but Ed was already shutting the door behind himself. He laid back in bed, hands laying on his chest. He nearly giggled. He was going to do something naughty with a boy… How fun! 

Doctor Thompson was the first one to see the giggling, grinning patient. She knew it was going to happen eventually. 

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“Oswald, I need to take you to the conjugal visitor’s room. Bring your blanket and a change of clothes.” Said a nurse as she stood by the door, waiting on Oswald. 

“I- I have them. I have everything. I- I’m prepared.” Oswald said and grabbed up the stack of material he had already gathered. He had gotten ready as soon as he got the papers that said what to expect, what to bring, and what would happen after. 

He was overly excited as he was shown through the ward, down a hall he’d never been down, and to a door that looked just like all the others in the hospital. Except when he opened it he was greeted with a sight better than any he’d seen in… a very long time. 

“Hi Ozzy, come sit down. I made dinner.” Edward said and welcomed Oswald into the room that was furnished like a regular apartment with a table, a tv, a couch, a small kitchenette, and a door that was open leading to the bedroom. 

Oswald looked around in wonder. It was just like a regular home. He looked at the windows that were just pictures on the walls and not real windows, the soft warm lights, the bed in the bedroom dressed in simple sheets with a comforter folded at the foot, and finally he looked back at Ed who was motioning toward a chair that sat at the small four person table. 

Oswald sat down at the table and looked at the plate in front of him. He felt like he was dreaming. 

“This is breakfast.” He said as he looked at the stunning plates before him, the smell making his mouth water and his mind quiet. 

“Yes. You said you liked breakfast. This is breakfast dinner . French toast, eggs, bacon, and nice warm tea. I know you don’t like coffee.” Edward said and swept a hand over the table, showing off all the fresh made food. 

He’d been working hard to make Oswald food that would fill him up and give him energy. It made something feel sweet in his heart, something was being fed by taking care of Oswald. Something that made him wanna feed Oswald himself, to have complete control over it all. But then he was sure that might scare his sweet partner away. Especially when Oswald looks up with big puppy eyes as his hands nervously float over the cutlery set beside his plate. 

“Can-can I eat it? Or do I need to wait?” Oswald asked and his mouth watered at the sight of all the food. He wasn’t worried about how he looked under his clothes or if he washed his hair well enough, he wasn’t scared about Ed not liking him, he felt a wash of calm come over him as Edward nodded and stepped away. 

“Eat, Oswald, you’ll need energy.” Edward said and sat down opposite of the other and began to eat. 

They didn’t talk. They didn’t need to. Oswald was already getting a warm feeling in his gut and Edward had been at least half hard since he’d started preparing the dinner. Since he’d put the soft towels beside the bed, piled the bedside with condoms and lube packets, and made sure there were snap warmers and extra socks nearby. 

Edward was quiet as he cleaned the plates away, putting them in the sink to be dealt with later he came back and stood behind Oswald’s chair, gently letting his fingers skate up over his shoulders to rub up and down the thrumming vein on each side of his frail pale neck. 

“Oswald, what do you want to do now?” Edward asked and felt the other swallow and open his mouth without speaking before closing it again a few times. He used his grasp on Oswald’s jaw and tilted his face up to look at him. 

Oswald was red in the face, ears flushed a dark pink to match his cheeks. His eyes wavering and glossy wet, lips trembling, hands grabbing tightly onto the belly of his own sweater, his only anchor. Ed watched him, watched him struggle helplessly with what he wanted to say. 

“Do you want me to be in charge?” Ed asked simply and Oswald was closing his eyes tightly and nodding. Of course, Ed thought, Oswald is dependent , he needs guidance, thrives under it. 

And the weight of having to come up with a response lifted from Oswald’s shoulders. He didn’t know where to start. He only knew what to do with Ed after the fact. He only knew the sloppy wet kisses that were pressed into his lips when he was drowning in his own orgasm. Ed knew though. Ed always just knew . 

“Up. Kisses, yes?” Edward ordered and then asked as soon as Oswald was standing before him. Oswald was closing his eyes, dark eyelashes fanning beautifully across his lightly freckled face, lips pursing forward. Edward smiled and gently placed his hands on Oswald’s soft hips. 

“Good” Edward whispered as he leaned down to connect their lips, slowly and carefully. 

Though Oswald was not keen on keeping it that way. He was whimpering in moments, arms coming to drag Ed closer by his shoulders, lifting up as tall as he could get to press them even closer. He was breathless in minutes, breathless from the way Ed was sucking on his bottom lip, the way warm hands had slipped under the striped fabric of his sweater and were burning into his skin. 

“Ozzy, Ozzy, c’mon, bed, bedroom.” Edward said between kisses as he pulled Oswald toward the open door. 

Though the shorter man was still trying to keep their tongues entwined the entire time they eventually made it there. And when they pulled apart Ed was resparked. 

Oswald was a mess. Lips red and puffy, slight drool marking the side of his mouth, his face a stunning warm peach color, his eyes blow wide and big, he was the face of debauched without ever doing more than kissing. 

“Beautiful, so perfect, Oswald, so pretty,” Edward said and pushed some messy black hair out of Oswald’s eyes. The shorter just smiled, toothy and honest, and leaned into the palm on the side of his face. 

“Do you really think so, Eddy? You’re so pretty, so warm, sm-smart too!” Oswald complimented and Edward smirked, the begging tone in Oswald's voice was really making him feel a certain way. 

“Oswald, take off your shirt.” Ed ordered as he closed the bedroom door and slipped off his shoes, taking off his belt. Oswald had slipped his own slippers off under the table and only had on his sweatpants and sweater. 

Oswald was quick to comply, pulling his sweater up, struggling with it for a moment before he was holding it in front of himself. He was suddenly feeling quite self conscious. Edwrad had seen him topless dozens of times. But in this… this context. It wasn’t when Ed put him to sleep, it wasn’t like when Ed walked in on him writhing in bed, it wasn’t Ed helping him in the shower. It was… intimate in the highest degree. 

“Give it here, we don’t want it getting… messy, would we?” Edward said when he noticed Oswald holding onto the fabric. He held his hand out and waited until Oswald shakily handed it over. Ed gently put it aside, folding it easily and sitting on a chair set by the door. He then unbuttoned and shrugged his own shirt off, bearing his undershirt to the world.

“Y-you have on a shirt still.” came from the patient as he looked at the other. As he stared, admired, and grew utterly starving for the other. He indulged and looked, really looked. Ed had small scars on his arms, his long, tan, well sculpted arms and a slim waist where his undershirt hugged onto him. He was… thin, tall, strong, tan, and it made Oswald both dizzy with warmth and wet his underpants and a bit… feeling a bit unworthy. 

Edward noticed but decided against saying anything in favor of catching the way Oswald’s knees wobbled and his mouth hung open when he pulled the thin white shirt off. 

He turned and looked back at his partner, the way Oswald’s eyes feasted on every square inch of bared flesh. It made him proud. It made him feel… more than adequate, it made him feel a bit like a preened chicken but it let himself be looked at. 

Oswald liked looking, too. He liked seeing what was hidden from him for so long. He liked seeing Ed’s flat scarless chest, his hairless torso, the way his stomach was flat with the valleys of muscles just barely there, the way his tan was so clearly created by being shirtless by the stark line where his slacks were sagging lower on his hips, and oh his hips. Ed had sharp bones that stuck out, so unlike the way Oswald’s own were more hidden. 

“Do you like the way I look, Ozzy?” Edward asked and stepped back to nose down the side of Oswald’s neck, hands finding their way back to run up from Oswald’s hips to his shoulder blades and down to his still covered behind. Oswald was nodding, leaning so Ed had more space to mouth at. 

“Do you know what comes off now? What it means when they come off?” Edward asked and let his fingers just barely slip under the tied waistband of the sweatpants. His own slacks were sagging down, ready to slip past his ass and to the floor. He nearly laughed out loud when Oswald answered, nearly ruining the warm atmosphere he’d created. 

“Pants, sex, cuddling” Oswald answered. He knew the basics of it all. They get naked, have sex, and then wash and cuddle. Or at least he hoped there would be copious amounts of cuddling. 

“Ready?” Edward asked and brought his face back up to the other’s and his hands grabbed the strings holding the sweats up. Oswald held his gaze for just a moment, just long enough to feel, in his heart, that it wasn’t something clinical or something to do, it was something special. It was something precious. All just because it was with Ed. And he nodded. 

Ed easily untied the string and pulled both Oswald’s pants and briefs down, lowering them as he lowered himself until he was kneeling in front of Oswald. Oswald was stunning at this angle. He was perfect, plush pale thighs framing neatly trimmed pitch black hair that was already soaked, his soft belly and hips that were begging to be kissed and marked up all the way to his chest, his lips parted as he panted lightly, and his eyes that were filled with something hot and desperate as he looked down at Ed. 

“Pretty, so pretty, Ozzy. Bed, now.” Edward said and stood back up, working his own slacks and underwear down and off. Oswald positioned himself in the middle of the bed, flat on his back, hands folded over his chest, waiting. 

But oh he couldn’t keep his eyes from feasting upon the image beside him. Ed was… so much more than he had imagined. He was so… so . He had soft looking smooth skin, his tan carved around a pair of shorts, lines blatant where his pale hips and groin met his tan thighs and stomach. 

And Oswald was looking. 

He was looking , and he was… getting a bit nervous. Because he was naked. And Ed was naked. And Ed had very different equipment. And Ed’s equipment was… a lot. His cock was hard, reaching up toward his belly, and much bigger than Oswald’s toy.

“Are you alright, Ozzy? You can touch me, I’m going to touch you.” Edward explained as he crawled onto the bed, kneeling at the end by Oswald’s still sock covered feet. He gently took one fragile ankle into his hand, Oswald’s good leg, and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss onto the joint as his other hand caressed up and down the rest of his leg gently. 

Oswald gasped and hummed, pleasure buzzing in his belly already. He knew Edward was looking between his thighs, where his soft place was still hidden away by the pudge of his thighs. He looked over Ed, his smooth sculpted chest, strong legs, full and rosy cock, and spread his legs till they were on either side of his partner. 

“That’s good Oswald, do you want me to touch you?” Edward asked and moved so he was sitting between Oswald’s knees, careful of the busted and scarred one. He was looking down at where Oswald was finally showing him… he was soaked. Framed by such dark hair only made the slick rosy folds look more enticing. His clit just bigger than normal, hole clenching when he noticed Ed looking. 

“Y-yes please” Oswald said and took Ed’s hand in his own trembling one, bringing it down to his hole. Edward smiled and leaned down, chests pressing together, skin on skin making Oswald gasp. Edward grinned into the kiss they shared. 

He continued to kiss and lick into Oswald’s mouth as he let out a long, pitchy moan as Ed slipped two of his fingers into his welcoming hole. At this angle he could press his palm into Oswald’s clit, which he did. 

“Eddy! Eddy, please please please, I-I- Please Ed!” Oswald begged as his hands flew up to hold onto Ed’s shoulders, short nails digging in. He panted and his eyes squeezed shut, nearly overwhelmed from how very very close they were. 

Edward kept kissing him, across his lips, near his ears, down his neck, he was savoring the feeling of Oswald clenching around his fingers as he moved them in a slow rhythm of in and out. He savored each one of Oswald’s whimpers and small shouts as he worked his fingers fast, as he pitched them up to rub across the soft sensitive spot inside. 

“Eddy, ple-EASE! I- I know what comes next, please Ed. Put- put it in.” Oswald begged and pushed at Ed’s wrist, pushing his fingers out. He was sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, thighs trembling, eyes teared up and blown nearly black, just a rim of blue left. 

“Are you sure Oswald?” Ed asked as he reached over to the bedside and pulled out a condom and packet of lube. He sat back on his haunches and had to give himself a tight squeeze. He was already way too close just from kissing and fingering his partner. 

“I think so. ‘M ready for you Ed.” Oswald said as he scootched back so his head was higher on the pillow. He situated himself so his legs were spread but his bad leg was in a good spot, and closed his eyes and waited. 

He expected Ed to just… do it. 

But of course it was Ed and he had to make sure everything was perfect. 

“Oswald, I’m putting a towel down so when we’re done we can just rest. Pick up your legs for a moment.” Ed unfolded and slipped the soft plush towel underneath Oswald’s bottom, spreading across the bed. He took a moment to look at Oswald again. The soft smile on his face, his just slightly trembling thighs, his dripping hole, and his eyes, twinkling and waiting. 

When he was finally in position, kneeling between Oswald’s thighs, feeling the plush softness against his own hips, he forgot all plans of teasing Oswald’s clit, of making it last, of anything other than getting inside of his partner. When he looked down and saw Oswald’s small hands grabbing the pillow beside his head, lips swollen and red from kissing, his eyes rimmed red only making the blue look that much more vibrant, his hips begging to move and wiggle but being forced to stay still, Ed just couldn’t stay away. 

“Easy, Oswald, easy” Ed whispered as he slowly pushed himself forward, into Oswald’s soft, hot, tight hole. Oswald howled, a sound that was cracking and pitchy that Edward could feel . The shorter man thrashed against the bed a bit, throwing his head back and forth, arms pulling Ed back down so they were chest to chest again. 

“Ed, Ed, Edward, please, please, I-I- it’s so much!” Oswald babbled as he scratched long red lines down Ed’s back. 

Edward just let his hips sit still once he was fully seated inside. He buried his face in Oswald’s neck, arms holding himself so he didn’t squish his partner. Oswald was… so good. So warm, so wet, so perfect. He was so good when he couldn’t help but let his hips jump and twitch, he was so good when he moaned as Ed slipped a hand between them to find his clit again, and he was so so good when Ed gave him a small shallow thrust and he screamed. 

“Ed! Oh! More, more, more, more, more, more, please, please Eddy” Oswald chanted and grabbed a hold on the pillow by his head, eyes tightly closed, lips hanging open letting out constant moans and whines as Ed started to fuck him in ernest. 

The brunette pushed himself up onto his hands, looked down at Oswald’s face, got his knees under himself a bit better, and let himself really go. The slapping sounds that emanated between them were drowned out by Oswald’s moans. Long, needy, pitchy sounds that ended in gasps or whines. 

Oswald was overwhelmed with utter pleasure, unable to think , much too far one to even consider that he was being too loud. He didn’t even know he was making noise. He was so lost in the way Ed felt as he thrusted up into his body, as all his good spots were being used and hit over and over again. He was lost between Ed’s cock filling in such a new and burning hot way, and Ed’s soft fingers rubbing quick slick little circles over his clit. He was lost in Ed’s short pleasured pants and breathy moans. 

He didn’t even know the words that were coming out of his mouth once he started getting that rushing water kinda feeling low in his pelvis. 

“Please, please, please, Eddy, please, please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll, I’ll be good, please Eddy, please, please please” Oswald babbled as he bucked and tried to push back onto Ed’s thrusts. 

Ed was on fire, his very soul was burning up with each one of Oswald’s pathetic little mewls, with every begging word that slipped past his lips, he was catching fire. He was slamming into the smaller body below him, careless of whether or not he would bruise the other man. His mind was tuned to a new wave, one that hungered for the power he had over the other, for the utter control he had of the situation. And he liked it. He liked that he could stop and Oswald would cry. He liked that if he wanted to he could put hands on Oswald and make him wait. He liked that if he wanted to he could make Oswald turn to ruin. And he really liked that he was making Oswald turn to nothing but a soaked, pleading, pathetic thing for him. 

Lovely. 

It was lovely, the soft wetness that soaked the bed, the whimpers, the pleads, they were nothing but lovely . 

“Ed, Ed, Ed, I’m gonna-” Oswald warned as the rushing water turned boiling in his belly, he was screaming with each deep long thrust, each rough rub his clit was getting. 

And Ed nearly stopped, he nearly let himself feed into that sadistic urge that was clawing at his mind. But he just couldn’t . He couldn’t stop from slamming into the responsive, wonderful, loud little thing below him. 

“Come on, Ozzy, good boy, cum, gonna cum too.” Ed said and he was. He was getting the gittery desperate feeling in his hips, making it impossible to keep rhythm. 

Oswald had started to have little twitches, tightening around him sporadically. He was clawing again, hands struggling to grab onto Ed and hold on. His whole body was jerking, twisting, kicking, like he was a twisted up rubber band. 

“I love you, oh, I love you, I love you I loveyouIloveyouIloveyou” Oswald chanted out and screamed as his body pulled taught, like he was frozen. He was still, back pulled up into an arch, mouth hung open, eyes rolled to the back of his head, nails firmly dug into Ed’s back. 

It only took one look at Oswald’s blissed face for Ed to let out a long groan and let himself cum deep within Oswald’s trembling center. He kept himself still inside even as Oswald melted. He kept himself inside even as he softened and Oswald relaxed into a puddle on the bed. He only pulled out when the condom began to leak back onto himself. 

He tied off the condom and threw it in the small trash can beside the bed, he used the towel to wipe himself and Oswald off, and tossed it off the side of the bed to lay beside Oswald. 

“Do we cuddle now?” Oswald asked, slurred and slow. Edward huffed a laugh and pulled Oswald close to him, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Yes Oswald, we can cuddle as long as you want. Whenever you want.” Ed promised. He smiled at Oswald as he snuggled in, pulling the blanket up over their naked bodies. 

Ed was happy. And he liked the way he felt settled in his mind. He liked the clarity he was granted as he worked the next day, planning on how to make Oswald… cry. How to make him scream and cry and beg for mercy. How to make him worse …. And perhaps that was very terrible but somehow a different side of Edward was carving itself out. 

[finniestoncrane]

🐧✨️🟣 congrats on 500 Finnie :3!!!

Spill

farrell!penguin x gn!reader/first kiss ah thank you anon, i love any excuse to write for daddy oz so THANKS! minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

It didn’t matter who was at fault, whether it was the excessive dancing or the fact that you’d cut through the dance floor to get to the staff room quicker, but all that mattered was you were now standing in the middle of the Iceberg Lounge covered in wine, shirt soaked and filthy. That wouldn’t do, management liked bar staff to be as presentable as possible. Clean, uniform, not stained in wine. Luckily, one of Oswald Cobblepot’s goons was soft for you, an old family friend, and he let you into the boss’ office to clean yourself off and find something new to wear.

You trudged around the room, buttoning up the shirt you had found in one of the drawers, larger than you, so you had to tuck it in to your pants and fold it a bit. Taking your time, you walked around a bit, checking out the office. You’d only been in there a couple of times, and the aesthetic was so intriguing. It was timeless, but strangely modern. You wondered if Oswald had decorated it himself. It would be very telling of him if he had. That the soft, charming man who had spoken to you, flirted with you, on a couple of occasions was the real him, not the tough, threatening crime lord persona that everyone knew.

Flicking through some of the newspapers he had kept on his desk, plenty of mentions of the Penguin within them, you were completely lost in thought.

“Is that…my shirt you’re wearing?”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, spinning to face him, an apology stuck in your throat.

“Don’t worry about it, kid, suits ya.”

He flashed a smile, tooth glinting in the light, a wink shot your way. You could feel your face flushing. He really was charming, handsome, so alluring.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Cobblepot, I just needed to-”

“Oswald, come on. We’ve known each other long enough now, don’t ya think?”

He stepped forwards toward you, running his fingers up the length of the sleeve of his shirt.

“Definitely looks better on you, sweetheart.”

Another wink, you leaned into him, not sure what you were expecting, but the way his palm lingered on your arm made you think that maybe, as unlikely as it might be, there was a little bit of tension between you, the way you looked into each other’s eyes.

He wrapped his thick fingers around your arm, pulling you into him as he kissed you, brushing your hair behind your ear as he chuckled into you, pulling his head back only slightly to speak.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Just…my shirt, y’know? Tell you what, you make it back up here after your shift and maybe I can see you out of my shirt as well as in it?”

Oswald kissed your cheek, fixed the collar on your shirt and then stroked your cheek.

[envihellbender]

A newly mobile Oswald slowly waddling towards a bloodsoaked Victor on a throne, the Emperor of Viscera

Characters: Victor Zsasz, Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham), with reference to Jonathon Crane (Rogues!)

Verse: The Magnus Archives AU, Victor (The Flesh), Oswald (the Web), the Flesh apocalypse has occurred.

Content: hyperfats, weight gain, gore, very nsfw / nsft

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Victor’s slaughter house was everything he had dreamed of. It resided at the centre of his factory farm domain, his abattoir of blood and raw meat. He, the Emperor of Viscera, the king of the new world, sat upon his gigantic throne of bones. They were all twisted together, all acquired from his various victims, too many to even begin to count. He stretched his legs out over one arm and leaned on the other as he held a bloody bicep, he held it in his hands covering the already filthy limbs in even more red and yellow liquids. He rips chunks out of it with his teeth, coating his mouth and chin in viscera and fat. He watched intently as he saw Oswald begin to get to his feet, prior to the Last Feast Victor had been submissive to Oswald. It had been him he had answered to, the Web being particularly powerful it seemed like a smart move. Now, however, things had changed. Whilst they had always said they’d rule together, now that Victor had the power and Oswald did not he wondered if it had been time to revise. Would Oswald have shared his power situations reversed? Of course he wouldn’t, Victor thought instantly. He watched Oswald in delight as he struggled, he’d just hit two thousand pounds before the Last Feast began, and despite him being a mountain of flesh thanks to Victor’s abilities Oswald could actually lift himself up on to two slabs of meat that had once been legs. His weight had been thanks to Victor as well, he had dedicated so much time to getting Oswald so huge. Serums that Victor had perfected, alongside the fact that people who spent a lot of time around Victor tended to grow fatter and fatter. Now, the immense mass was waddling towards him, it seemed impossible and enthralling.

Waddling perhaps was not an accurate term, Victor thought. He had deliberately positioned his throne as far away from the Killing Room’s entrance as he could. He licked his lips, ecstatic to see Oswald have to walk the longest possible distance to get to him. When Oswald took a step, he threw his weight behind each stride. His gigantic mass of fat swayed and rippled, each time his foot hit the ground Victor’s ears were filled with a loud crash. If they had been able to see the livestock in their pens and cages outside of the Killing Floor, they’d have seen the noises made them recoil and vomit. As Oswald dragged his body forward, his gut dragged on the stone ground covering it in streaks of blood and grime.

“Mm. Well done, my beautiful big fat bird is doing so well,” Victor hummed, eating with his mouth full of muscle and his face and torso covered in remnants of food - or rather organs. “Come on keep going.” Oswald had stopped after only five steps, his chest heaving and his pale skin blushing a deep red.

“I- I’m- going- going to-” Oswald heaved, his head completely lost behind a neck roll, his breasts sunk so low that his nipples were nearly brushing along the ground alongside his gut. The fact Oswald wasn’t wearing a ginormous, magically enhanced suit through fear of ruining it with blood, viscera, and fat that soaked into the stone floor meant he was completely naked. Victor got a nice close look at every fold, stretch mark, and chunk of cellulite as he saw what was essentially a mountain of flesh move through his slaughter house.

“Don’t worry, Os, you can’t fall. And your lungs or heart won’t give out. Don’t let your body trick you,” Victor encouraged, he shuffled on the throne as he cunt grew warm as there was a twisting in his stomach. His voice grew thick and hoarse, his lips were dry and he desperately wanted to go up and grab at Oswald’s flesh. He had to restrain himself however, if he did he wouldn’t get to see him walk the entire length. His body became exhausted so quickly, and when he reached the middle, Victor was surprised he hadn’t passed out. Of course he’d made it so his lungs and heart would be fine, it was all psychological for Oswald really. When he gets half way, Victor is surprised out his lust filled gaze by Oswald speaking again.

“You’re filthy, Victor. Absolutely disgusting. We should bathe after this,” Oswald scolded, almost like a parent. Victor giggled in response, it was true - he was covered in blood from head to toe. He had only slithers of pale skin revealed through varying shades of red blood, and his clothes were soaked in varying fluids. His hands were stained a strange brown colour, a mixture of fat and blood.

“Perhaps I should go see Jonny, get his cum and piss all over me too,” Victor teased, a smirk on his lips as Oswald’s fat quaked with jealousy. A sudden surge of adrenaline resulted in Oswald’s pace quickening, the harder steps that came faster than before and quicker than Victor thought possible. It made the entire room shake so horrifically that the metal weapons and torture implements that hung on the wall fell and banged. It resulted in Victor’s throne vibrating his thighs, a feeling which spread to his cunt.

[sanguine-salvation]

5 + 33

[ WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS - ACCEPTING ]

5. Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

Viktor prefers to hold back tears than conjure them. It's often to the point that they don't actually realize when they've started crying. The closest they get to it is getting stuck in their own head or swept up into their emotions, and frustrating themself to tears, though they sometimes provoke sadder tears by trying to grapple with the life they lost despite their new 'purpose'. Things like their parents or the 'zombie' thoughts and parts of them that won't stop despite their 'purpose'.

33. How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

Like a catty little bitch. They are all sharp smiles and snide remarks, and they will verbally dig in relentlessly. Unless your name is Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot. Then you will probably be very, very aware you in immediate and lethal danger. The eye twitch will tip you off on when to run.

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

(By far the most challenging commission/request I've ever worked on, given the source material)

Oswald Cobblepot/F!Darling: In The Boss's Flippers

Yes, it is specifically the 1960s Batman TV show version played by Burgess Meredith

TW: aphrodisiacs

Word Count: 1000+

Oswald Cobblepot was never one to refuse a gift, especially from one of his fiendish friends after a job well done. He was normally at odds with Poison Ivy and her obsession with destroying all things human-centric--of her many crimes, being staunchly anti-capitalist was the most heinous to the bird-obsessed businessman. Still, he'd managed to pull off a particularly difficult heist with her help, and all he'd needed to win her over was a promise to acquire the Gotham Arboretum and give her the deed to make into her newest and greatest lair. 

As a token of her appreciation, Ivy had given Oswald a present once they'd come back to the Iceberg Lounge. "A small vial of my pheromones, mixed with a few scents that suit you--all plant-based, of course," she explained. "You're already a charmer when you want to be, but this can give you an edge if you need to be extra persuasive. A small drop or two of this and even Batman himself would be swayed to your side!"

Oswald took the vial and slipped it into his breast pocket. "Very rare for you to give any man a gift like this, Pamela," he remarked. "Has this rose lost a couple of her thorns?"

Ivy rolled her eyes. "Possessions are the only thing men like you value," she responded curtly. "I appreciate your help in getting me the Arboretum, and I know that you wouldn't care about the Earth giving you thanks by thriving and flourishing. So I made you a gift, from them--and I– to you."

As she walked out of his office, Oswald lit his cigarette and puffed in silence as he thought how he could best use this little gift. Surely he could find a use for this pheromone in one of his business ventures, but he could just as easily use his own silver tongue to get whatever he needed. A rare boon like this should be saved for something special. 

The vial's light weight in his suit felt like nothing compared to the pocket watch on the other side. He fished it out and opened it to reveal the photo he'd placed inside the top lid, smiling fondly at the picture of his adorable secretary. It was a copy of ____'s employee ID photo, cut into a little heart one night after a few glasses of wine as his thoughts had wandered to her. Instead of using this gift of Ivy's for business, why not use it for pleasure instead?

Oswald fished out the vial to open it and dab an ample amount of the sweet-smelling liquid behind his ears, his neck, and the inside of his wrists (the same place he preferred placing his cologne) and pressed a button on the small head of a penguin statuette on his desk. Ivy had only said a few drops would be sufficient, but what harm could a little extra do?

"____, would you come into my office for a moment? There's something I'd like to discuss with you." There was a small beat of silence followed by ____'s voice crackling through the speaker in the penguin statue's beak.

"Coming, Mr. Cobblepot!"

A few seconds later, the door opened and there was his little songbird with a pen and notepad in her hands. "Ms. Isley just left," ____ informed him with a bright smile. "She said she would send you a line once she finished setting up her new, ah, office." 

"Thank you for the update," Oswald replied. He opened the small cigar box on the corner of his desk and reached for the matchbox in his pocket. "Would you be a dear and light this for me?"

____ nodded and walked to him, leaning down and taking a match from his hand; by how quickly and effortlessly she had struck it, let the flame brush the end of his cigar, and disposed of it, she had definitely mastered this part of her job as The Penguin's secretary. She waited patiently with hands clasped as he took a few puffs, although her posture seemed a bit more stiff and strained than usual.

"Um…sir," ____ said haltingly, "Is the air conditioner working alright in here? It seems a little warmer than the rest of the office. I can--I can call the maintenance department and they can have it fixed overnight."

Oswald watched with amusement and anticipation as he watched her struggle to hide how she was biting the inside of her cheek. "It's working just fine, dove," he insisted, his voice laced with false concern. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm not…well, I don't feel sick, exactly," ____ stammered. "I just…I…I'm very warm and a little light-headed." The skirt of her dress wrinkled as she tried to subtly squeeze her thighs together. "I need to…sit down…"

Oswald rose up and took her hand, making her gasp softly through her nose at his touch. Before he could say anything, ____ whined and wrapped her arms around him in a desperate embrace. The sudden movement made him stumble and fall back into his seat with her in his lap, and his cigar dangled from his mouth before he quickly dropped it onto the nearby crystal ashtray with one hand. 

"Mr. Co--Cobblepot, I'm so sorry," ___ panted. "I don't--Would you…touch me, please?"

Oswald happily complied; his left hand wandered from her shoulder down to her wrist. "Anywhere specific, dove? Why don't you tell me where?"

It seemed ____'s inhibitions were dwindling with every second by how loudly she moaned as he moved his hand down her arm. She'd started to rock her hips against his trousers and her eyes were glazed over with a delicious look of lust. "My ch-chest," she replied, begging as she took his hand and moved it to her breast. "Please, please, I need it, sir…"

Oswald reminded himself to send Ivy a few hundred "thank-you" plants for this pheromone of hers, and he quickly unbuttoned ____'s blouse. She eagerly unhooked her brazier and dropped it onto the floor, leaning into Oswald's touch as he groped and massaged her pert breasts. All those nights he imagined seeing her like this, feeling her like this, were nothing compared to the real thing.

[nyxnygma]

Riddles and Threats PART 1 ~ Ed Nygma

Ed Nygma/ the Riddler x Fem!Cobblepot!Reader

MASTERLIST

Summary: What happens when Penguin finds out his Cheif of Staff is sleeping with his sister.

Warning: smut at the start, sexual innuendos, cussing, anger, weapons, jealousy, over protective brother, penguin’s crush on Ed, exhibitionism?, semi-public place, Ed is quite subby at the very start of smut.

I’ll repeat it bolder that this is my first time writing anything this smutty

A/N: I’m sorry I keep doing female readers it’s just I like making Y/N other character’s sister and the other was a request. Also I love jealousy and over protective siblings fics so decided to put it into one.

The amount of times I had to rewrite bits to make Y/N not British

“Y/N..” Ed moaned as he ran his hands through my hair as I kissed down his abdomen whilst I unbuckled his belt.

“You sure you don’t want to move this into my bedroom?” I murmured, I wanted to see if he would chicken out of doing it up against the wall in the coat closet so I could tease him about it later. I was on my knees in front of him.

“I’m sure,” he replied in just above a whisper. His moaning continued as soon as I started to palm him through his boxers.

“That’s right,” I encouraged as I sped up the motion, “moan for me pretty boy.”

I knew speaking in a condensing tone would lead to consequences later on but how could I not talk to him like that when I can make him fall apart with a touch, the lewd thought forced me rub my thighs together to create friction. I slowly pulled down his briefs so his hard cock was free form the restraints and was facing me and I began to stroke his dick slowly. The tip was pink and leaking with precum. “You need to be quiet,” I shushed, “don’t want anyone to see you all weak by my hand, do you?”

“No.” I could tell -with the strain in his voice that- he was trying his best to suppress his loud moans whilst I was speeding up my hand movements before swirling my tongue around the tip and pushing my mouth down so his cock was fully in mouth.

His soft hands clenched my hair as I bobbed my head slowly at first but speeding up every second. Every time he was about to reach his climax, I would stop what I was doing momentarily before carrying on, leaving him all sweaty and frustrated. However when i did that for the fourth time, he held my head in place and pounded furiously into my mouth, forcing me to gag on his cock as it hit the back of my throat repeatedly. He would pull out almost fully, letting me breath through my nose for a second, before roughly thrusting back in fully. It didn’t take him long to reach his climax and explode in my mouth.

Hours passed and the four of us (Ed, Oswald, Butch and I) were working on the study, Butch was cleaning his guns and putting more ammo in them. He kept give Ed and me side glances, like he knows something. Shit.

“What were you two doing today?” Butch asked us with a fake smile.

“We we’re looking for the papers you lost,” Ed answered, not bothering to look up from the sheets in front of him. He wasn’t lying, we were initially in the closet to see if Butch dropped the papers out of his coat pocket.

“That is strange,” Butch hummed as he tapped his lips with his index finger as if he was thinking about it, “I could‘be sworn I heard Ed grunting Y/N’s name from the coat cupboard.”

This caught Oswald’s attention as he looked between me and my lover. He could never find out the truth since I knew he has a thing for Ed. “Get your mind our the gutter, Gilzean. I was merely reaching for step-mother’s retched hat from the high shelf and Ed kindly helped me. I stepped on his foot that’s all.” I shook my head in astonishment.

Oswald seemed contempt with my answer and carried on with whatever work he was doing. “Oh but when I walked in to investigate the noise thinking someone hung similar, I found you kneeling down in front of him ss he head was thrown back with his eyes scrunched up.”

“Really had a good look. perv,” I whispered.

“What?!” Oswald shouted as he stood up and slammed his hands onto the desk, “my sister?!”

“Oswald. Oswald. I can explain,” Ed put his hands up in surrender as The Penguin approached him, cane in hand.

Part 2 coming soon..

[ladyelissarose]

Warnings: mentions of a club, (I don’t know if that’s a warning) being beat, drugs mentioned too, angst all in between! So sorry for barely posting today, I had a rough week. But I still love you and appreciate you all!!💕♥️

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 25 pt.2

Y/n’s POV

 Soon the Uber driver which was known as a taxi of course, had driven up to the location Saunders had written down for her, looking up at the building once she got off the taxi she thought,

  ‘Iceberg Fish Co.? What the hellll... damn the more you know huh?’

  That’s when she heard Saunders voice through the comms,

  ‘Alright Diana, there’s a door up front go up to it, there will be twins brothers opening it up for you, there The Penguins bouncers, they have a code word they use, just say, “I’ve heard they say the fish is colder within the club.

  Then just show them the application, they check you for weapons, then you’ll be in.’

  “Alrighty then... going up to it now.”

 Just as she approached it the two doors opened revealing the identical twin bouncers, the first one looked at her up and down taking her appearance as he questioned sternly,

  “Are you lost princess?”

With a sly smirk Y/n answered,

  “I’ve heard they say the fish is colder within the club?”

  “Huh... you may be right, let me see what you have there.”

  Picking up the application form Y/n added,

  “Of course I’d be right, why else would I be here?”

  Taking the form both brothers looked it through and the second one asked,

  “Who told you about this place, you’re new around here.”

  Alfred then spoke saying,

  ‘Say Selina Kyle.’

 “Selina Kyle, she was a good friend of mine, saw I was going through a rough time and requested here.”

  Smirking at each other the first brother told the other,

  “Why don’t you lead her upstairs? Let’s see what Oz has to say about this.”

  “Bet, come on baby, let’s introduce you to what Gotham is really all about.”

  Leading Y/n inside after checking her bag she soon was really able to see what Bruce had meant about the Iceberg Lounge, it was dark and somewhat foggy inside, the heat within was radiated off the amount of bodies that danced around in the place. The music was loud and bouncing off of Y/n’s ears, lights of different colors but mostly red, were shining and moving in every direction. 

  ‘This is a club indeed, God damn and I thought a night bar at D.C. was bad... this is basically hell.’

  She felt her arm being pulled as the twin drew her close to him to tell her over the music some directions,

  “You just go up those stairs and through that door, you’ll find what you’re looking for there, Oz be waiting for you. Good luck baby.” 

  Sending him a blowing kiss Y/n thanked him,

  “Thank you sweetheart.”

  Walking up the stairs she heard Saunders talk her through,

 ‘Just go with it, your name is Diana Taylor, and Selina Kyle referenced you to the place, you have your information there, he’ll read through it all, he doesn’t just let anyone in, he likes to know them well. Now, his name is Oswald Cobblepot, he’s the Penguin. Let’s hope he gets you working tonight, try to pressure the fact that you’re in desperate need of money, saying you’d do anything for extra. Maybe you can convince him.’

  “Alright I’m walking in. Meaning I’m gonna stop talking.”

  ‘Don’t worry about getting to us Miss Y/n, we got you covered.’

  Hearing Alfreds assurance made Y/n square her shoulders and walk in with confidence, and upon entering she saw William Kenzie, someone she had heard about from Gordon, he was a corrupt former detective of the GCPD. 

  ‘Ugh, of course he’d be here like a damn guard, just remember, you’re Diana and a club worker.. yeah sounds about right. And who the heck is Selina Kyle? Is she the Princess of Gotham or something, sounds like everyone knows her. Hmph, I’ll worry about that later... now it’s show time.’

  “Woah woah woah hold it there Barbie, where do you think you’re going?”

  William Kenzie stuck his hand out to stop her from coming further in, Y/n high pitched her voice as she explained,

  “I came here to see the Penguin, I heard he needed hiring for some positions?”

  “Ohh I finally have someone coming in! Let her through Kenzie, meet me downstairs at the 44 Below, come in baby.”

  ‘That’s the fucking Penguin?! Shit-“

  Kenzie moved his hand and gestured her to go inside, Y/n sent him a sweet smile as she stepped into the room, her loud clicking heels echoing off the glass window walls, she took at seat in front of Oswald as she spoke,

  “I have an application form, I hope you like it.”

  Crossing her legs seductively she handed him the paper, making sure to bend and stretch over to him enough to make her breasts be noticed well, of course the Penguin took a sly glance before grabbing the form, he looked it through as a worker walked in with a tray full of packages and a yellow envelope. And in her other hand she had a smaller tray but with a glass of what looked like whiskey. Setting it down she took a look at Y/n and nodded her head in acknowledgment of her presence, Y/n sent a super small smile with the same nod, then the Penguin said,

  “Thank you baby, just leave it there, here, take a couple of drops.”

  Handing her two packages the girl stuffed it in her bra and walked out without another word.

  ‘So those are the drops? Huh... I wonder what kind of drug it is though. Maybe I should start pushing my case.’

  “So I was wondering if I could start tonight?-“

  “Desperate huh?”

  “Rent is due and I’m out, please I’d do anything for any amount of cash to get me through at least this month, I really need it.”

  Sitting back to think about her plea the Penguin skimmed through the pages again, then ordered,

  “Stand up.”

 ‘Oh shit.’

  “Ok.”

  Standing up the Penguin made a gesture with his fingers signaling her to do a simple turn, so he could get a whole view of her, he smirked as he watch her at his mercy of command, then told her to sit back down as he called out through his speaker, 

  “bring me my bouncers,”

  ‘What gonna happen? Ok ok breathe breathe.’

  Y/n felt her skin crawl all of a sudden, feeling small as she sat there vulnerable and open to anything that could possibly happen, and at hearing the Penguin call for his bouncers, meaning more people in a room with her alone, just didn’t help her nervousness. But soon the twins walked in,

  “”Yes boss””

 Standing up the Penguin explained to Y/n,

  “Listen Diana Taylor, here, this place is a safe place for anyone, and I mean anyone. I’m not a part of anything that happens here though, I just do what I need to do and that’s it. Here you’ll see people from district offices and government officials, and you can’t ever say a word or else.“

  Feeling a cloth being pressed to her back Y/n then felt a hard stick or bar hit her across the back harshly sending her to the floor, then a couple more hits. She hissed through the pain and thought she was going to receive more until one of the twins picked her up facing her to the Penguin as he drew closer to her holding up her chin,

  “Or else you will be treated accordingly by us, this was just a tap of what I’ll really do to you, do you understand?”

  “Yes”

  Letting her chin go he added,

  “Talk to Gracie Helens, she does this kind of stuff here, she’s in the dressing room, take her this green card, I’ll let you access both floors but just for the month, sense you insist you need the cash.”

  Convincing the Penguin more Y/n agreed,

  “I really do need it.”

  “Then on you go, this is the pass card, and remember what I told you.”

 Pressing his large hand against her back so she could feel the sting of where she got hit was his reminder. Then he led her out. As soon as she walked out she heard Saunders voice,

 ‘I didn’t think he’d do that I’m sorry, are you ok?’

 Feeling her skin burn on her back from the hits she tried to roll her shoulders a little as she responded,

  “Yeah I’m good, it was just unexpected. Now who’s this Gracie Helens?”

 ‘She works with the ladies, she’s kinda like the manager. So go to her and present to her your green card, she’ll let you through, Oz must be having a good night, which is good, so keep your cover up and find Mackenzie, or anyone else you feel was involved in your fathers murder.’

 “Alright copy that,”

 Y/n soon found Gracie and was able to get directions for around the place, 

  ‘Thank God Gracie was pretty nice, she even said she liked my smile. Saying it was at attractive... well ok then.. oh! here’s the elevator for the downstairs.’  

  The doors opened for Y/n to go in, she was met with William Kenzie once again, 

  He scoffed,

  “He let you down here?”

 Showing off her card she said yes,

  “Yup, are you coming in or out?”

  “I’m going back down.”

 “alright.”

 Stepping inside the doors closed on them as he stood at least a foot away from her, he then handed her his card,

  “Whenever you get at the point of working behind the closed doors, call me first. I like you.”

  Y/n sent him a tight lipped smile and prayed that the doors would soon open, she couldn’t stand his presence. Fortunately they did and she right away went towards a group of girls that stood around in the same kind of clothes she wore, approaching them Y/n greeted,

  “Hi!”

 One of the prettier ones with bigger breasts and an average height mocked,

 “Hey y’all didn’t tell me that Oz hired a giraffe!”

  They all started to cackle amongst themselves making Y/n look stupid, but Y/n soon found out her name when one of the others said,

  “Debby shut up, say what’s your name girly?”

  “I-I’m-“

 “Awe look at her she’s stuttering, probably it’s cause she didn’t hear us sense she’s so tall! Why don’t you bend down huh?”

  Y/n huffed through her nose as she felt an irritation rise in her chest because of her stupid mockery, but Alfred calmed her down instantly,

  ‘Your heart beat is rising Y/n, don’t let them get to you, they’re immature and that’s how they behave. Grab a tray with drops and glasses and walk away, ignore them. Look for Mackenzie, you’re here for him not them.’

  “Fine.”

 Looking at Y/n confused Debby questioned,

 “What do you mean fine?”

 Spinning on her heal Y/n grabbed a full tray that was ready to be taken and began to walk away from the girls, swaying her hips feeling a little bit better for listening to Alfred, though she could hear them laughing harder as she left but stood her ground. Looking around at every table Y/n searched desperately for Mackenzie, but couldn’t find him. But she either way helped around while playing her role and getting cash as she went,  a few offered her to be taken to the back with them for ‘a good time’, but she declined all the offers saying she was off limits to the club. 

  ‘Damn half the GCPD and DA’s office is down here.. but where’s Mackenzie? I thought he’d be here.. it’s the weekend.’

  “Hey Uncle G, I’m not picking him up anywhere, does he arrive later in the night or what?”

  ‘I believe he does, when your dad and I would come around he was always late because of his job, and especially now that he’s Chief of Detectives... just hold on out there you’re doing well, just focus and stay away from the drunk/drugged guys please.’

  “Copy that.”

 Gordon’s POV

 Gordon was the one holding back Mackenzie in his office as he argued with him with fury in his voice,

  “How could you give Y/l/n a formal funeral with no body? That’s utterly ridiculous!!”

  “The press or anyone outside of this system or building doesn’t know that Jim! It’s been almost 3 weeks and she hasn’t shown up, I already have the ceremony in the works-“

  “YOU DIDN’T FIND HER BODY GOD DAMNIT! WHATS THE MAYOR GOING TO SAY?”

  “I TOLD HER Y/N’S BODY WAS BURNED IN THE CAR SHE DROVE!”

  Rolling his eyes at Mackenzie’s lies Gordon stood from his seat and asked,

  “Have the feds said anything about this? I’m sure this incident reached the ears of the FBI.”

  “It did reach them and they’re on my side Jim, unlike you that’s always deviating and working with psychopaths.”

 “You’re the psycho Bock! You first lied about Y/n having drops and cash on her when you know it wasn’t hers, making us end up in the predicament were in now!”

  Taking out a folder of files Bock said,

  “The FBI were able to pull out fingerprints, explain that-“

  “You paid them money and shit to get them to do that and lie for you to cover your ass and mistakes, those are not her fingerprints.”

  “Well to late to fight that now, her ceremony is in 3 weeks, it’s going to be a simple one too, the city isn’t paying much for it.”

  “Y/n was a well trained detective Bock, she was dedicated to her work and tasks, she caught the Joker for crying out loud! As well as putting away Stewart. A serial killer, the least you could do to make up for your wrongs is give her a proper ceremony, the city doesn’t have to take in count the reason why she’s dead and everything that the FBI knows about her death. Honor her death at least.”

  “Hmph.. I’ll think about it.. now get the hell out, I need to go.”

  “Go where?”

 “That’s none of your business but if you must know I’m going to see the officials, now leave.”

 Before Mackenzie could tell him a second time Gordon left and walked out of the building, and called Batman to tell him the news,

  “Come on pick up Chief.”

  Batman’s POV

 Batman was emptying an old shed he found in the outskirts of Gotham when he got a call, 

  ‘What happened now?’

 “Gordon.”

  “Chief, meet me at the signal.. I’m surrounded by to many people at the moment to tell you why, just meet me there.”

  “’k.”

 Hanging up his phone Batman looked through the rest of the items quickly and saw nothing useful, making him leave the area and getting in his Batmobile. He contacted RedHood through the comms letting him know that he would be gone,

  ‘Red, I’ll be at the signal. LT Gordon has something to tell me-‘

 ‘Can I come?!’

 ‘no.’

 ‘But B!-‘

 ‘Maybe another day. Continue to look around please, at 2 go home though. I don’t want you around for too long.’

  ‘Fiiiine.. let me know what happens.’

 ‘I’ll think about it.’

 ‘Bleh.’

 Batman rolled his eyes at RedHood’s childish response then let him go as he neared the signal. Checking the time Batman saw the clock had barley hit ‘1:30’, so he knew Y/b/n would be on his way home soon, which was good, he didn’t like the fact of him being alone out there with his conscious mind that still struggled with making the right choices. 

 Though he promised himself that soon they would work their way together to be a team, though he still wasn’t sure how yet, for the past 3 years he’s done this on his own, and the only time he had a partner which was Y/n when she was Shadow, things went to shit. But he knew that soon things would probably come into place, at least he hoped so.

  Gordon’s POV

 This time Gordon kept an eye out for the elevator for when Batman arrived, he didn’t want to be jump-scared again. He then heard the rumbling of the rising elevator and soon the Batman was walking through the gate towards him.

  “Chief.”

  “Gordon, what’s wrong.”

 “Mackenzie is going to have a funeral ceremony for Y/l/n-“

  “What?-“

  “That’s exactly what I said!”

 “But there’s no body to bury.”

 Shrugging his shoulders Gordon added,

 “I know that, but he bought his way to the feds to say that she was responsible for the drops and cash she had, somehow he made the system process her fingerprints onto the items.. but he refuses to let out that information to the media and all that’s stuff to not cause more problems-“

  “He makes his own problems bigger than himself and doesn’t know how to fix it?”

 “Exactly, Mackenzie’s mind is a mess right now, because they can’t find Y/n. She hasn’t come out or we haven’t seen a sign of life that gears towards her. Though I’m sure that he has a search party looking for Y/n, cause he’s scared now.”

  “Why? Because of what she’s capable of?”

  “Hmm hmm.. if there was one person on this earth that was closer than a centimeter away from putting him down forever it was Y/f/n, until Mackenzie pulled his stupid stunt killing him, but now it’s his daughter, Y/n, and Mackenzie can’t put a finger on her right now, she could be anywhere.”

  “But the system is so screwed up everywhere, Mackenzie pays them all to side him and increase the business that Y/f/n tried to take down, what makes you think she can? She’s one person against a whole system. And you don’t even know where she is.”

 Sighing will rubbing his face Gordon answered with a tone of sadness in his voice,

  “Huhhh... I don’t know. This is all a mess.. I think there’s no saving Chief, this is over. I thought I had a chance with the FBI to catch him, but they’re working with him too. We got no one, this is a lost case.”

 Looking away from Gordon to hide the pain in his eyes Batman commented,

  “We were all so close, I don’t want it to be over.”

  “Me too Chief, me too.”

[philosopherking1887]

First lines game

Thanks for the tags, @lorenzobane and @cardassiangoodreads!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

"'Hey, Ziyal. Can I sit?'" (Introductions: Take Two, Star Trek: DS9 drabble - Jake & Ziyal, G, dialogue-only)

"Mayor Oswald Cobblepot and his chief of staff, Edward Nygma (who could still hardly believe that those titles applied to them), had just finished dinner at the Van Dahl mansion, mainly spent discussing policy initiatives and how they interacted with Oswald’s interests in the underworld." (A Question of Time, Gotham - Riddlebird, G)

"'Oswald Cobblepot,' Ed said thoughtfully, rolling the syllables around his mouth as if he were tasting an unfamiliar wine." (A Penguin By Any Other Name, Gotham - Riddlebird, G)

"When Garak approached the Replimat, Bashir was already standing outside it, looking toward Garak’s shop and bouncing on the balls of his feet—with excitement rather than anxiety, judging from the grin that spread across his face when he caught sight of his lunch companion." (The Honest Man's Lie, Star Trek: DS9 - Garashir, E)

"'Oh, I think it’s safe to say Julian Bashir, secret agent, will return. Computer, end program. Now, we need to get you to the infirmary to treat that neck wound…'" (A Simple Request, Star Trek: DS9 - Garashir, T, dialogue-only)

"Garak’s eyes widened with shock, quickly masked. 'Doctor Bashir! It’s late for social calls…'" (Never Too Late, Star Trek: DS9 drabble - Garashir, G)

"'…then the kid grabbed Garak’s hand and bit it, so hard he was millimeters away from hitting bone.'" (Biting Commentary, ST: DS9 drabble - Garashir, T)

"In his brief stint on Bajor, Garak learned to ignore Bajoran curses, spat at him by Resistance detainees, muttered by old codgers who thought he couldn’t hear, or painted on the walls of his lodgings." (Contrapasso, ST: DS9 drabble - Gen, G)

"There are a few things Julian misses about living in the Federation. Regular access to functioning replicators. Climate control. Daily showers." (Trade-offs, ST: DS9 drabble - Garashir, G)

"How can you regain something you never lost?" (After the Search, ST: DS9 drabble - Garashir, G)

Six out of my ten most recently posted fics are drabbles because I've been participating semi-consistently in a Discord drabble prompt challenge thingy. Two of these fics are dialogue-only because I find that easier (especially nice for drabbles -- no pesky dialogue tags adding words!). Even with that taken into account, there seems to be a pretty good balance of opening line styles: some dialogue, some long scene-setting sentences (2, 4, 8), some shorter action or thought narration sentences (6, 9, 10).

Sorry I haven't checked who's done this yet -- link me to the post or @ me in the replies if you have, I'm too lazy to go digging... @sapphosewrites, @vermin-disciple, @xenobotanist, and whoever else in any fandom wants to do it!

[samantha-rae-velcher]

How do Gotham Villains act when their S/O doesn't answer the phone Headcanon

Oswald Cobblepot

Edward Nygma

Victor Zsasz

Jeremiah Valeska

Jerome Valeska

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Oswald Cobblepot

Oswald's day is kinda stressful, so he grabs his phone and decides to dial you up. After the fourth ring you still don't pick up and Oswald slams his phone on the counter of the bar.

He knows you're loyal, so you wouldn't be cheating. Oswald's mind goes immediately to you've either been captured so someone has leverage against him...OR! You've been killed. Because you couldn't have possibly be in the shower, or out for a run, or just didn't hear your phone go off. No that's way too logical.

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Edward Nygma

Nygma is sitting at home when he thinks up a new riddle, so naturally he has to tell you. He picks up the phone dials your number. You don't answer, he rings again with the same out come.

Ed leans back in his chair, he retraces everything that happened that day. Nygma goes through the other phone calls he had with you, just to make sure you didn't sound scared or that your life was on the line.

Then he runs through every room in the house, avoiding the mirrors (because if you watch Gotham you'll know why.) And he stops at the bedroom. Ed inspects every nook and cranny. Then he goes back in thought, just making sure he didn't accidentally kill you and just forget.

Then his phone rings...he picks up.

"Hey, Babe. Sorry I didn't pick up I lost my phone in my car."

"Oh thank God." He says.

"Eddy, what's wrong?"

"I have this amazing new riddle to tell you."

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Victor Zsasz

Victor is at the iceberg lounge, he's having a great time and he wants you to join him. He calls your cell...you don't pick up the third ring, something's gotta be wrong. Vic leaves the party, he dials your number again nearly hitting a J-walker in the process, you still don't answer.

Zsasz parks in your driveway, busts through the door. At this point he's getting a little ahead of himself, he nearly interrogates your fuckin gold fish on the way into the house.

Victor hears rummaging in one of the rooms down the hall, he takes out his pistols and dives Infront of the doorway making you scream and fall to the floor.

Vic runs to your side and comforts you...

"I thought you were some else." He whispered.

"Who else would be digging through my dresser at 4 in the afternoon?"

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Jeremiah Valeska

Jeremiah is standing at a table examining a map of Gotham when he struck upon a brilliant plan, he's gotta tell you about it. Calls you up...no answer. Jeremiah points at echo and orders her to call you and see if you pick up...but guess what...nothin.

He grabs his gun off the table, loads it and tells three of his men to fallow him. They go to your apartment to find you're not in the living room or in the kitchen. However there is a strange man sleeping on your couch.

Jeremiah takes out his knife, grabs the guy by the front of his shirt and slams him against the wall.

"Who are you? And what have you done with Y/n?" Jeremiah asks in his unsettlingly calm voice.

He heard fast footsteps approaching from the hallway, Jeremiah readies his gun when you emerge from the darkness.

"Y/n? Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"Why are you strangling my brother?"

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Jerome Valeska

Jerome is playing Russian roulette with a man tied to a chair when firefly comes up to him with great news. Jerome decides to tell you right away, so he tries to call you...no service. So he goes to the roof and holds his phone in the air...the call begins...but you don't answer.

Jerome practically crushes his phone in his hand, he grabs his legion of horribles and runs to the meat truck. They drive over to your apartment and threaten the civilians who live there, if they don't tell him your whereabouts he's gonna demo the entire residential area.

You can imagine that has you running out in a panic trying to talk him out of it. Jerome wraps you in a hug and hold you close. Then shoots your creepy stalker neighbor for good measure.

THE END ❤️ I HOPE YOU ENJOYED 😁

[almond-milk-man]

|| @sweetpsychorainbow asked for someone to write something like this, so I did! I didn’t proof read, this is just a fluffy drabble, really. ||

“You’re going to be fine, alright?” The reassurance was honestly mostly for himself. Even after everything, he couldn’t bear to lose Oswald. Ed gulped as he grabbed his hand. “I promise.”

Oswald was still clutching his eye in pain, but now he was laid on a makeshift hospital bed as Leslie Thompkins prepared put him under anesthesia. “CAN YOU SHUT UP FOR FIVE GODDAMN MINUTES?!” The angry man glared with his one eye. Normally he wouldn’t get so mad at Ed, but he was sick of him trying to make him feel better. He was perfectly fine. He was going to be fine.

“Mr. Cobblepot, I need to ask that you’ll remove your hand from your eye.” Lee sighed, making a clicking noise with her tongue as she glanced at the two of them. They were both a total wreck.

“Shut up?? Shut up?? Oswald, you just did the stupidest thing I have ever witnessed! I’m not just going to shut up!” Edward retorted with a grimace.

”Stop it, or my going to kick you out.” Lee glared as she pulled out the IV.

Edward shut up, sitting down in a foldable metal chair that was right next to the hospital bed. His grimace softened as he offered Oswald a sympathetic smile.

The avian man‘s nostrils flared as he glared at Ed. ”For a genius, you really are an idiot sometimes.” He looked away as the needle was stuck in his arm. Then it hit him. What if he somehow died during surgery? What if he didn’t get to wake up again? He had already lost a lot of blood. His glare dissipated as he turned his head to look at the green clad man next to him. “If I don’t wake up,” He already felt tired. “I want you to know that I love you.”

Like that, he was out like a light.

Edward’s face went pale. Had he heard him correctly? He didn’t even know. He felt tears run down his face, before he knew it, he had crumbled to the ground like an old building. After everything, all of the hate and pain, Oswald still loved him. Even after he tried to kill him and dethroned him, Oswald still loved him. His mind raced as he cried on the ground, mumbling incoherent phrases as he tried to grasp what happened.

Love was about sacrifice. It was about putting other’s needs before your own. And Oswald had done that for him. He risked his life to save him in a split second.

Then a thought hit him like a bus. It was a joke. It had to be some sick, cruel joke. There was no way that Oswald loved him anymore. This was just his revenge.

Ed choked on his tears as he stood up, hiccuping and trying to catch his breath.

Lee sighed, shaking her head. “He’s going to be fine, you know.” She glanced at her ex. “When he wakes up, you can tell him how you feel, Ed.”

Ed wanted to tell him so badly. “No, I can’t.” He looked out a window instead of at Oswald. “He’s going to wake up, I’ll tell him I love him too, and then he’ll laugh at me for being a fool.” He gripped the windowsill. “This is just some piss-poor joke.”

“Do what makes you happy, Ed.” Lee rolled her eyes. God, he was ridiculous.

After almost two hours, it was done. “I have a date with Barb that I’m late for, I’ll leave you two alone. He should wake up soon, Ed.” Lee rushed out with her keys and coat.

Edward sat by the bed, holding onto Oswald’s hand as tightly as he could. “You’re right, you know.” He whispered to the unconscious man. “I’m really an idiot sometimes, Os.” He admitted, pressing a gentle kiss to his hand.

”I love you.” He said, finally.

Oswald’s lips turned up into a grin. “Say it again.”

Edward’s face went red. “You-” He scoffed. “You’re awake?! How long have you been awake?!”

“Only a few minutes. I knew you wouldn’t do some dramatic monologue if I were awake, so I pretended to be asleep.” Oswald explained. “For the record, I love you too. I know you already know that, though.”

”I hate you.” Edward huffed as he kissed his knuckles.

”You wouldn’t have said that if I were awake and we both know it, Eddie.” Oswald grinned as he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and gave him a kiss. A kiss he had been hoping for for years.

Edward kissed him again. “I love you, Oz.” He cupped his face in his hands.

“Really?”

“Really.”