#the way this is so difficult for me to read cuz these r my friends and I don’t wanna see them suffer

[beeprich]

“Now, he had to go back to being himself, and that was hard — it got harder to do that every year. It was easier to be brave when you were someone else.”

- Stephen King, IT, page 62

#RICHIE TOZIER TAKES A FUCKING POWDER #the way this is so difficult for me to read cuz these r my friends and I don’t wanna see them suffer #I’m 100 pages in fighting for my life running out of annotation tabs #NRI

[clementine-writes-things]

Training - E.N

Tags: @krennicss @peachfuzznygma @peanut-40oz @danosrosegarden @unimooshi <3 you guys seemed the most interested/gave me the most support for this, so I wanted to tag you!

Summary: Edward Nashton, y/n's loving boyfriend, is the sweetest partner that anyone could ever have. He is always spoiling them and treating them like royalty. Y/n looks up to Edward so much, always wanting to be around him, following him everywhere. It's obvious that Edward loves how dependent they are of him. Growing up, Edward wasn't able to be happy and loved, so he loves that he can make y/n feel happy and loved. And, being depended on, well it made him feel loved and wanted.

Content warning: Slight argument in the beginning of fanfic, AFAB!Reader, they/them pronouns, sub!reader, sensitive!reader, VERY spoiled!reader, EXTREMELY clingy!reader, dom!edward, mean!Edward (briefly), sugar daddy!Edward (i think?), explicit language, Edward making y/n do tricks as humiliation, angst, spitting, choking, yelling, punishments/rewards, daddy kink/sir kink, brief smut, penetration, humiliation (to both of them), edward calling y/n puppy and pet, sexual themes, suggestive dialogue, fluff, steamy fluff border-lining lemon, choker serving as a collar, mocking, teasing, biting, and begging. (please let me know if I missed any other warnings <3)

Word count: 15,415 (and this is only part 1...)

(A/N: This is my first time writing something EXTREMELY kinky. Like, I've written plenty of kinky shit, but I always make it a little tame because I'm worried about how people will receive it. So, this is an experiment with my writing, I want to see how you guys like this. If you like it, let me know. If you don't, then I won't write like this again cuz I don't want to make my audience uncomfortable! This was way longer than I intended, so I think I will make it into 2 parts. It depends on how well it's received.)

Songs For Inspo:

Puppy Pound - Jazmin Bean (i think this song is about an abusive relationship but let's just ignore that cuz this song bops and ITS DIFFICULT FINDING SONGS THAT REVOLVE AROUND THE TOPIC OF THIS FANFIC OK?! <3 love u guys teehee also I love u Jazmin ur new songs r beautiful and I cried to them ;-;)

Daddy - Die Antwoord (ya'll ever find a song that's weird asf but is also a bop? yeah...anyways this just made me think about how Edward would be a sugar daddy so yeah.)

LoveGame - Lady Gaga (I love Lady Gaga so much, I wish gay people were real!!! :3 )

Puppy Love - Lana Del Rey unreleased (you can find the song on youtube <3)

MONTAGEM - PR FUNK - S3BZS

MOVE YO BODY (sped up) - Bryansanon

(I wanna dropkick him across a football field that goes straight into the ocean with weights chained to his feet. Guys, I think I made Edward too yummy in this fanfic, I think I became more obsessed with him/Paul Dano as I wrote this omg it was SO MUCH FUN! I hope you love it! This has not been revised btw, so there is most likely spelling errors/typos but WHATEVER <3)

~Read Below Cut~

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Edward and y/n were like that one couple you see at the fair. Holding hands constantly, feeding each other cotton candy, and winning each other prizes at the games. They were your typical couple. Well, at least that's what they looked like. Actually, correction, that's what Edward looked like. Everyone who knew Edward, even if they weren't friends with him, knew that he was one of the nerdiest, dorkiest, and strangest people in Gotham. His fascination with riddles, puzzles, and games ostracized him from everyone he met. Sure, he had a FEW friends, but he hadn't talked to them since he left the orphanage. He was your stereotypical nerd that one would see in a Disney Channel movie. Meanwhile, his partner of almost 2 years, y/n, was the complete opposite of him. Again, it was like something you would see in a movie. Two people who are complete opposites turn into star-crossed lovers, destined to be together. And that's exactly what they were. Y/n was a bright and bubbly person. They were extremely friendly, outgoing, absolutely breathtaking, and yet they were in love with Edward. It was quite romantic, actually. The two of them met at a library when they ran into each other. Edward had a book about forensics and y/n had a book about poetry. Things picked up from there and all of a sudden they had been dating for 2 years. Not only was Edward Nashton a thoughtful, loving, and loyal partner...he also made things very interesting in their relationship. It caught y/n off guard at first, but it didn't take them long to find it absolutely hot and fun. They would be lying if they said they didn't love it.

~

Edward sat at the desk in the bedroom he shared with his partner. His hair was messy and still partially damp from the shower he had taken not long ago. His white t-shirt was stained with drops of water, making small parts of his clothing slightly see-through. He had a pair of black sweats on, three green question marks sewed onto one of the pockets, a customization he did himself. Rain trickled down the window of the bedroom, the sound becoming a soothing pattern to the lanky man. It was around 8 o'clock at night, the sun had already set and the stars were scattering throughout the sky. Groaning, Edward stretched his arms out, being careful not to bump the empty plate that once had his dinner on it off of the desk. Deciding he needed a break from his work, he got up and grabbed the plate. The sound of the bedroom door opening made y/n's head turn away from the T.V in the living room and focused instead on their boyfriend closing the door behind him. Y/n squealed, getting on their knees on the couch, hands on the back of it as they watched him walk.

"Are you done?!" They asked excitedly.

Edward smiled slightly as he walked by the couch, shaking his head. Y/n groaned and slumped back down, melting into the cushions. The colors of the T.V flashed across their face as they pulled a blanket over themself. Their boyfriend rinsed his plate, cleaned it, dried it, and then put it back in the cabinet it belonged in. Mumbling to himself, he walked out of the kitchen, about to pass the couch. Y/n looked over their shoulder, seeing that his pants were sagging slightly. They chuckled lightly, causing him to slow down walking.

"Your pants are falling down you heathen." They commented.

Edward looked down, seeing that they were right. He chuckled as well, pulling them up and tying the drawstring in a bow. Reaching over, he ruffled y/n's hair, causing them to huff.

"Thanks, now stop looking at my ass. I need to get back to work." He smirked, walking back into the bedroom.

Y/n smiled, but it faded once the door closed. It had been hours since Edward started working. He didn't usually work from home so it was a new thing for them both. Yeah, it was only going to be for today, but it still sucked. The two of them had barely talked all day and it made y/n sad. They were sure it made Edward sad as well. Y/n so desperately wanted to go in there and pull him out of the room. This was usually the time that the two of them would watch a movie together, but now y/n was doing that alone. Sighing, they grabbed the remote and paused the movie before setting it back down on the coffee table. They stood up from the couch, walking slowly to the bedroom door. Even though they had been dating for 2 years y/n knocked on the door, as the two of them still respected their privacy and need for alone time. A muffled 'come in' came from behind the door. Opening it up, they stepped inside and closed it behind them. Edward was sitting in the chair in front of his desk, files spread on the surface and his laptop open before him. Y/n walked up next to the desk, hands in front of them, fidgeting with their fingers. Edward continued to work, waiting for y/n to say something. When they didn't he sighed, placing his pen down and looking up, turning the chair to face them.

"Is something wrong, cara mia?" He asked, noticing their meek expression.

"Um, w-when are you going to be done...?" They asked, voice soft.

Edward groaned breathily, pinching the bridge of his nose. His hands trailed to his hair, running his fingers through the slightly damp locks. He picked up a packet on his desk, flipping through the pages so y/n could see the work he had to do. A shaky laugh left his throat as he dropped the stapled papers back on the desk.

"I still have this packet to do, y/n. I need to get this done before work tomorrow." He stated.

"I know, but I've barely seen you all day..." They mumbled.

"Yes, I know and I'm sorry. But, my office building had a pipe burst, so we had to work from home. You know this. I can't do anything about it."

Y/n huffed, crossing their arms over their chest.

"Yeah, you're never able to do shit about anything..." They grumbled.

Edward raised an eyebrow, straightening his posture. He grabbed the pen on the desk, flipping it between his fingers. His legs were slightly spread, the drawstrings of his sweats falling between his legs slightly. The gaze he held on y/n was piercing and was sure to make anyone uncomfortable.

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" He asked, challengingly.

Y/n looked down at the ground, sighing. They fidgeted with the hem of their shirt. Edward watched them, their nail polish shining from the light of the lamp on his desk.

"Sorry, I don't know what I meant by that. I just missed you today..." They sniffled, tears threatening to spill.

Edward's gaze softened upon hearing them whine. He placed the pen back on the desk and pushed his chair away slightly from the desk. Holding out a hand, he waiting for y/n to take it. When they did, he pulled them close to him, looking up into their eyes. A small tear trailed down y/n's face, making him frown. Using his thumb, he wiped it away, smearing it across their cheek.

"You poor thing. It makes me so sad to see you cry, pet." He hummed, rubbing his thumb over their knuckles.

He looked back to his laptop, sighing deeply. It was true, he really needed to get his work done. But, on the other hand, his love was gently crying before him. Biting on his bottom lip, he nodded softly.

"Ok, why don't you stay in here with me? You have to be quiet though, I need to focus." He suggested.

Y/n cheered up instantly, wiping away whatever tears were left on their face. Edward chuckled, rolling his eyes at the sudden change in demeanor.

"Huh, was that all an act to get me to let you stay with me?" He asked.

"No it wasn't, I'm just happy I can stay!" They giggled.

"Ok then, well if you want to get in bed you c-"

Edward was interrupted by y/n pushing his chair away slightly. Grabbing a pillow and a blanket off the bed, they placed the pillow on the floor right below Edward's desk. Y/n crawled on the floor and sat on the pillow, wrapping the blanket around their body. He scoffed playfully, pulling his chair back up to the desk. Y/n rested their chin on his knee, looking up at him from under the desk.

"Comfy down there?" He asked, typing on his keyboard.

Y/n reached a hand up, giving a thumbs up to him. Smiling, he put a hand down and rubbed the top of y/n's head. His fingers worked at their scalp gently, giving a simple yet effective massage. Y/n sighed happily, closing their eyes as they enjoyed the touch of their lover. The sound of his pen scribbled away at papers, grumbling to himself when he made a mistake. Occasionally, he would look down under the desk, checking up on y/n. He knew that they wanted to be close to him, but the position they were sitting in would most definitely end up with their legs going numb.

~

After another hour, Edward had finished up his work, sighing in relief as he closed his laptop. Groaning softly, he stretched his back out, reaching his arms up into the air. He grabbed the armrests of the chair, about to pull away from the desk. However, the pressure of y/n's chin on his knee caused him to stop. He leaned his head back, mouthing 'fuck' as he thought about what to do next. Slowly, he reached down and cupped y/n's face with his hands. Pushing the chair away with his foot, he knelt down to the ground. Their eyes were closed, cheeks slightly pink from the warmth of the blanket. Smiling to himself, he gently brought y/n's head to the ground, letting it rest on the pillow. He stood back up, picking up the files off the desk and organizing them. Making sure to stay quiet, he left the bedroom and put the papers in his work bag. Before going back into the bedroom, he did a quick walk-around of the apartment, making sure everything was turned off and everything was locked up. Once he confirmed that, he went back to make the bed. He pulled the covers down and turned on the lamp that sat on his nightstand. Glancing down at y/n, he noticed that they were stirring. He knew they couldn't stay on the ground the entire night, even if they looked absolutely adorable doing so. He bent down again, brushing y/n's face with his thumb. Grunting softly, y/n's eyes fluttered open, heavy and tired.

"No wonder you were so quiet, you fell asleep down there. You must be pretty sleepy, huh?" He asked, dragging his thumb down their bottom lip.

Y/n nodded softly, crawling out from under the desk. They grabbed the pillow and the blanket, holding them in their arms as they stood up. Edward smiled at them, watching them put the stuff back on the bed. As y/n sat on the bed, they looked at Edward. Not wanting to wait from him to get in bed, they grabbed his wrist and yanked him towards them. Chuckling, he got under the covers, y/n instantly crawling on top of him after. He scooted up a little bit, head propped up slightly against the pillow. Y/n's face was nuzzled into the fabric of his shirt, thighs straddling his left leg. He sighed, petting y/n's head and stroking their hair.

"Cara mia, I'm sorry for not giving you much attention today." He admitted.

"S' ok, sir. You had t' work..." They mumbled.

"Tomorrow you can follow me around like the good puppy you are, hm? How's that sound? We can even watch a movie together tomorrow night." He cooed, planting a kiss on the top of their head.

"Sounds s' good..." Y/n replied, half asleep.

"Good night, angel."

"Night E..Ed..."

Edward smiled to himself as y/n fell asleep, rubbing their back as he closed his eyes. The weight of their body on his chest served as a weighted blanket, lulling him into his own slumber. His chest heaved gently, rocking y/n's body like a ship at sea. The waves of his breath crashing through the night.

~

The sun peered through the curtains of the bedroom window, the blinds slightly open. Warmth spread over y/n's face, causing them to stir in their slumber. As the light grew, y/n turned over, grabbing a pillow and covering their face. Y/n's eyes grew heavy once again, feeling themself go back to sleep, only to be awoken by the alarm on their phone. Groaning, they sat up in their bed, shielding their eyes from the sun. Their pupils dilated, adjusting to the morning. A yawn escaped their lips, eyes squinting shut. Y/n looked to their left, waking up instantly when they realized Edward wasn't next to them. They shot out of bed, grabbing the bathrobe Edward bought for them at the mall. Wrapping it around their body, y/n stumbled out of the bedroom and into the living room. Expectantly, they looked around for their boyfriend, but to no avail. Sadly, they walked into the kitchen, hoping that Edward had made them a lunch. Y/n knew they were spoiled and they brought it to his attention many times.

'Edward, you spoil me too much! You don't have to do that, I can take care of myself. You don't have to spoil me to make me stay with you. I love you with or without the special treatments.'

It was true. Y/n was absolutely in love with him and it wasn't because of the special treatment. It was because he was funny, smart, handsome, and extremely sweet. Oh, but he always gave the same answer, an extremely poetic one.

'I know that, my love. But, I consider myself to be the luckiest man in this world with you as my partner. I count my blessings everyday, y/n. So, why would I not spoil you? Why would I not shower you with love every moment I breathe? The day I stop spoiling you is the day that I die, my dear. And even then, I will still try to find a way to give you my adoration.'

He was a romantic at his core underneath his nerdy exterior. And if y/n was being honest, he was also a freaky and kinky fucker underneath as well. It was really amusing to y/n. When they first saw Edward, they never would have imagined how much of a freak he was in the sheets, even out of the sheets. But, it's not like they didn't like it. Hell, they loved it.

"Oh, what's this?" They asked themself.

On the door of the fridge was a big green sticky note, Edward's favorite color. Grabbing it, y/n looked it over. As they read it, they opened up the fridge. Lo and behold, a brown paper bag was in the fridge with their name written on it. Well, not their name, but one of Edward's nicknames for them. Puppy. It suited them really well, seeing as how they loved to follow him around and craved his attention and love.

'Good morning sweetheart,

I wanted to kiss you goodbye before I left for work, but you looked so peaceful in your sleep. I did not want to wake you from the blissful dream you were in. I had time to make you lunch before I left, make sure you eat all of it. You don't eat enough, pet. I hope you are able to get lots of your college work done. Have a wonderful and productive day, baby. I cannot wait to come home and watch a movie with you. Work sucks!

Love,

Edward Nashton (#1 boyfriend)

Y/n felt their heart swell as they read the note, every word was like one of cupid's arrows in the chest. He was truly an amazing boyfriend. They felt very lucky to call him theirs. Sighing happily, they closed the fridge. Y/n wanted to save the lunch for later on, so instead they grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. Taking a bite, they sat down at the kitchen table in front of their laptop. Y/n opened it up and opened up their word document. Luckily, this week of their college work was pretty tame, nothing was due for a while. They could easily slack off today and not have any repercussions, but they wouldn't feel productive. So, they ate their apple and got straight to work with typing up a research paper for their psychology class. Edward always liked to know about what assignments they were doing, so they would have to tell him about it when he got back home.

~

A few hours passed and y/n had gotten a lot done on the paper they were writing. About an hour ago they had stopped, wanting to take a break. Realizing they had not changed out of their pj's, they walked into the bedroom. When they saw the desk, they remembered last night. They remembered how comfortable it was to rest their chin on Edward's lower thigh. They remembered how soothing it was to get their head scratched and pet by Edward. When he did that, y/n was like putty in his hands. He knew exactly what made y/n happy, sad, mad, and he definitely knew what made them...desperate. Thoughts crossed y/n's mind as they imagined Edward sitting in the chair, his legs spread as he looked down at the space under his desk. Y/n imagined being underneath it, hands dragging his jeans down as they looked at him with puppy dog eyes. They imagined his head falling back as they took him in their mouth, happily bobbing up and down on him. They imagined him grabbing a fistful of their hair, pushing them down to choke on him. They imagined him praising them as they pleasured him. Oh, how y/n loved his voice. Whether it was his morning voice saying good morning, or him saying he loved them, or him praising and degrading them during sex. They loved his voice no matter what he was saying. It was like honey the way it flowed through their ears, sweet and smooth. Y/n whined, realizing how much they missed Edward. He had said that they were going to spend the entire day together. He said that they could follow him around like a puppy. And that's exactly what y/n wanted to do. Shivering, they grabbed one of Edward's favorite outfits that they wore and quickly changed into it. The cropped tank top they put on was a cream color and it ended just above their belly button. On top of that, they wore this crochet cardigan that was cropped, also ending above their belly button. The cardigan was crocheted spaciously, allowing you to see what the person wearing it had underneath it. It was made of multiple colors, a soft green, a soft pink, and a soft cream color. Y/n slid on a pair of denim shorts that were slightly ripped. Edward, who loved to sew, had sewed hearts and stars on the pockets of the shorts. Y/n had asked him to do it, practically begged him, and he did it happily. Humming, they walked over to the vanity and applied some mascara, blush, and lip gloss. Blowing a kiss to their reflection. Before they left the room, they grabbed a choker from off of the dresser. It was white leather that attached to a silver outline that was shaped like a heart. It was hollow, which Edward loved, because he could hook his fingers through it and pull y/n in for a kiss.

"I'll pay him a visit! I'm not sure if he's on his lunch break, but I don't think he'll mind!" They said to themself, grabbing their lunch.

Y/n slid on their converse at the front door, nearly slipping as they did so. They grabbed their purse, leaving the apartment quickly. Y/n was anxious to see their boyfriend, missing him dearly already. Yes, y/n was a very clingy partner, but Edward didn't mind. He loved it, actually. The fact that they were so clingy to him made him feel loved for the first time in his life. And, he knew that y/n didn't have a great past with relationships. If he could make them feel loved, cared for, wanted, and treasured, then he was going to do it. They deserved all the love in the world through his eyes.

~

Y/n walked into Edward's office building, intimidated slightly by the security guards. Swallowing a lump in their throat, they waved at the guards. Even though they weren't going to do anything, y/n couldn't help but feel nervous. They walked to the elevator and pressed the button to open up the doors. Almost immediately, they opened up and y/n hurriedly stepped inside of it. Letting out a deep breath, y/n selected the third floor button. Usually y/n preferred to take the stairs, but they had walked to the subway from their apartment and walked a block from where the subway train arrived all the way to the building, so they were a little worn out. A few dings signaled that y/n had arrived at Edward's office floor. Feeling a little anxious, they stepped out and looked around. They had only been to Edward's work a few times, dropping things off that he forgot. But, it had been a while since they last visited. Heading towards the reception desk, y/n looked at the man sitting in the chair. He looked up at y/n, smiling lightly.

"Good afternoon, what can I help you with?" He asked politely.

"Hi there! Um, do you know where Eddie works? Um, sorry, Edward Nashton? I'm just stopping by to say hi, that's ok right?" They asked sheepishly.

"Oh, of course that's perfectly fine. It's not like we get busy here anyways." He said, covering the side of his mouth in a 'sneaky' way.

Y/n giggled, amused at the man's humor.

"Anyways, he's just down that hallway and then you take a left. His cubicle is the one on the far left corner. It'll show his name on the side. May I ask how you know him?"

Y/n nodded, smiling at the receptionist.

"Thank you very much! I'm his partner, y/n. It's nice to meet you..." Y/n looked at the name plate.

"...Maurice! Nice name!" They complimented.

"Aw, thank you! And, did you say you're Edward's partner? As in...dating him?" He asked.

"Um, yeah? Last time I checked!" They joked, laughing.

"I don't mean to offend, it's just that you two seem very..."

"Opposite? Yeah, we know. We get that a lot. But hey, going 2 years strong!" Y/n said.

"2 years? Woah, congratulations." Maurice looked down at the work phone as it started ringing.

"Oh, I've got to take this. I'm glad I could help you and I love your cardigan by the way!"

Y/n mouthed a 'thank you' as they walked away, not wanting to disrupt the phone call. The interaction with Maurice washed away any anxiety they had. It was nice to see there was one friendly person where Edward worked. From what he talked about, it seemed that no one was nice to him at work. Sighing, y/n followed the receptionists instructions, going down the hallway he pointed to. When they reached the end, they turned left and came face to face with a bunch of cubicles.

'Jesus, no wonder Edward gets depressed here.' They thought to themself.

Y/n walked to the far left corner, just like Maurice said. Lo and behold, the cubicle on the end read 'Edward Nashton' on the side of it. Smiling, y/n peered over the corner, hoping to catch him off guard. Edward sat in front of his desk, files neatly organized on his desk, spare for a few papers that were next to him. The computer before him showed a spreadsheet, y/n already bored to death at the sight. Who knew being a forensic accountant could be so boring. But, they were sure there was more to it than spreadsheets, so maybe it wasn't always boring. Edward lifted up his coffee mug that had Snoopy and Woodstock on it and took a sip from it. He secretly loved the Peanuts movies. He would watch the Great Pumpkin on Halloween, A Merry Christmas Charlie Brown on Christmas, etc. Slowly, y/n tiptoed behind him and covered his eyes with their hands. He jumped a little, surprised at the suddenness of it. Y/n leaned down to his ear and whispered.

"Hi daddy..."

Edward reached his hands up, grabbing their hands and pulling them away from his eyes. He turned around in his chair, looking up at y/n who was waving at him excitedly. He saw that their purse hung off their shoulder, the lunch he had made for them sitting inside of it in the brown bag. His eyebrows furrowed, making y/n shrink slightly.

"What are you doing here, y/n?" He asked.

"I wanted t' come and see you, sir..." They mumbled softly.

They both kept their voices low, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation. However, the people at Edward's job weren't exactly quiet. Everyone was always having a conversation, whether it was about work or not. They all talked with each other, except for Edward. He was fine with that though, he had tried to make friends with his coworkers before, but it just didn't work out well. So, he put his focus on getting his work done so he could earn money and spoil the one he loved.

"Y/n, I get off in 2 hours. You could have just waited at h- wait, how did you even get here?" He asked curiously.

Y/n lowered their head, picking away at the chipped nail polish that adorned their fingers. They mumbled something under their breath. Raising an eyebrow, Edward grabbed their waist and pulled them closer to him.

"Speak up." He ordered, his voice stern.

"I took the...subway..." Y/n admitted shyly.

Edward pinched the bridge of his nose, grabbing y/n's arm firmly. Letting out a sigh, he loosened his grip. He was extremely frustrated with y/n.

"Y/n, you know I don't like you taking the subway alone! Even I don't like going on the subway. It's dangerous in this city, especially for someone as breathtaking as you. How many times have I told you this?" He explained softly.

"A billion times..."

"No, but, close enough. Look, I'm happy to see you, but you could have just waited a couple more hours for me to get home. So, I'm going to ask you again, and this time I want the real answer. What are you doing here?"

Y/n sighed, Edward knew them too well. Yes, they wanted to see him really bad. But, y/n couldn't get those thoughts from earlier out of their head. They so dearly missed his touch, his kisses, and his voice. God, his voice. Suddenly, y/n felt embarrassed to even say anything. Edward sensed this, placing his hands on both of their hips, rubbing them with his thumbs. He was still upset that they put themself in a dangerous situation when they could have just waited at home for 2 more hours. And, they didn't even bother calling him and letting him know that they were coming over. It might seem extreme for Edward to not want y/n to use the subway, but the two of them had an unfortunate encounter in the subway once. Nothing bad happened, Edward stepped in just in the nick of time. But, the whole scenario scared them both. And they both agreed that y/n needed to go on the subway with someone else at all times. So, he was frustrated that they broke that rule. Not even frustrated, it just scared him. He watched as y/n leaned down slightly, hovering over his ear. Cupping their hand over their mouth, they whispered.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you..."

Edward smirked subtly.

"Oh, really? What a nice gesture." He feigned innocence.

"Eddie...you know what I mean..." They pouted.

He nodded.

"Yes I do, pet."

They did a 360 for Edward, showing him the full outfit they were wearing. He took a deep breath at the sight, not noticing it when they first walked in. Edward didn't want y/n to feel like they had to show skin for him to find them attractive, because it just wasn't true. Y/n could wear a burlap sack and swim in a pool of sewage and he would still find them to be the most attractive person to grace this earth. But, sometimes they wore outfits that drove him crazy. And this was his favorite one. But, the cherry on top...the choker. God, that choker made his heart race and his fists clench. He remembered when he bought it for them, they wanted it so bad, and who was Edward to refused what they wanted? Of course he bought it for them. Little did he know that he bought his own kryptonite.

"I got all dressed up for you, daddy. Your favorite outfit..." They smiled.

"I can see that..." He replied coldly.

"I want you to...to fuck me...I need it..." The whined quietly.

"Y/n, no, we are in a public setting. You need to behave yourself, ok?"

Y/n crossed their arms over their chest. Huffing, they stepped on his foot roughly. Honestly, it did not hurt Edward in the slightest. The shoes he wore to work already hurt his feet on a daily basis, so it felt like a tickle in comparison. He looked down at his shoe and then back up to y/n. Edward could tell they instantly regretted the decision as they had taken a step away from him. The smug smirk that was on his face disappeared, now an unamused natural pout. He used his finger to gesture for y/n to get closer. Reluctantly, they did so.

"Tell me, do you feel better? Did you accomplish something with that immature act?" He asked.

Y/n shook their head shyly.

"Mmm, well, I was already upset with you for breaking a rule, one that we both agreed on for your safety. You could have gotten a ride from Mrs. Jacobs next door. You could have been patient and waited a couple more hours. You had so many options and you chose the only wrong one. But, now, well...now I'm furious. You come to my job dressed up like the cute thing you are, demand me to fuck you, and pitch a fit when I don't give you what you want? Really?"

"Well, you always give me what I want." They retorted.

"I do, when you're good. But right now, you're acting like a spoiled. Little. Brat." He seethed, pinching the inner part of their thigh.

Y/n whimpered softly, swatting at his hand instinctively. He scoffed, turning around in his chair and facing his computer. Edward began to type away at the keyboard.

"Did you at least get some of your research paper done?" He asked.

"Obviously." They grumbled.

Edward shook his head while looking at his computer, getting sick of y/n's attitude. The keyboard clicked as he entered some numbers into the spreadsheet. Y/n waited for him to say something, adjusting their shorts that were riding up their thighs.

"You know, giving me an attitude is not going to change anything. It's just making it worse for you. How about you try and get a hold of yourself?" He reminded.

Y/n mocked him quietly, moving their hand to mimic his mouth moving. Walking up behind him, they leaned down and rested their chin on his shoulder. Edward rolled his eyes and kept his focus on his work. Letting their painted fingers trail down his other shoulder, y/n quietly whined erotically in his ear.

"I want you t' fuck me, sir...pretty please?" They asked innocently.

Biting the inside of his cheeks, Edward turned around in his chair once again. He felt so very conflicted. If they were back at their apartment, he would have already pinned y/n against the wall. He would have already dragged them to the bed by their slutty choker. And currently, he was imaging y/n on his lap wearing nothing but that flattering crochet cardigan. But, he was at work, and he was pissed that y/n was trying to seduce him in his work space. Edward didn't have a problem with PDA, but he had limits and a sense of professionalism. Y/n knew this, but they chose to let their desire take over their thought process. He was not making him uncomfortable at all, he actually found it amusing at first. But, he was getting tired of it. He need to put them in their place, quickly.

"Y/n I have no idea what has gotten into you, but you need to cut it out right now. I am not asking anymore, I am demanding." His voice was lower than usual, sending chills up y/n's spine.

"Mmm, I like when you get like that, daddy..." They placed a hand on his thigh.

Edward leaned back, straightening his posture. Looking around him subtly, he made sure no one was looking. Thankfully, it looked like everyone was in there cubicles and no one was walking around. In one swift motion, he leaned forward and grabbed y/n's face with his hand roughly. His grip on their jaw was firm, preventing them from moving at all, otherwise it would hurt. He leaned in close, face just inches away from theirs.

"You are pushing me to my limit, pet. You're acting like a filthy bitch in heat. Is that what you are?" He spat, looking them in the eyes.

"I-"

Edward released his grip on their jaw, pushing them away. Catching their balance and trying to play it off as they tripped, y/n held onto the cubicle. He scoffed, looking them up and down. Their cheeks were bright red, chest heaving up and down as they panted. His gaze wandered down to their thighs, seeing how they were squeezed against each other. He shook his head while looking at y/n, causing their bottom lip to quiver.

"God, you look so pitiful. What happened to the attitude from before, huh?" He mocked, fixing his crooked glasses.

"Um..."

"Here's how things are going to go. You and your filthy mind are going to wait in the lobby until I get off of work. You're going to eat your lunch and come up with an apology for your behavior. Do you understand me?" His voice was stern and his eyes were dull as he looked at them.

"Y-Yes..."

"Yes, what, pet?" He taunted, cupping a hand over his ear.

"Yes, daddy..." They mumbled.

Edward sighed, looking at their meek stance. He reached over and grabbed his mug, taking a sip of the hot coffee. Placing it back down, he shook his head. He lifted his hand up, waving them away in dismissal. He was extremely irritated, frustrated, and infuriated. Edward hated getting stern with y/n, but they had broken a few rules in a matter of 1 hour. And, even when he kept telling them to stop, the attitude never relented. He was most definitely a pushover when it came to y/n, but he knew how to lay down the law when he needed to.

"Go." He ordered simply.

Nodding their head, y/n left his cubicle. They knew they were in deep shit. He was right though. Their attitude was through the roof and it was not necessary at all. Y/n couldn't help but feel embarrassed as they walked back to the reception desk. Of course Edward wasn't going to drop his work to satisfy their desires. He was at work. If y/n had been in his situation, they would have said no too. Guilt built up in their chest, overpowering the heat that was pulsing between their legs. Smiling at Maurice, they sat down in a chair in the lobby. He looked at them curiously.

"Something wrong?" He asked.

"Huh? Oh, no nothing's wrong. Edward said he gets off in an hour and a half, so I'm just going to ride back home with him."

Maurice nodded, focusing back down on whatever work he was doing. Sighing, y/n opened up their lunch and started eating. They were honestly too upset to eat, but they knew Edward would be even more upset if they didn't eat the lunch. He was right in the sticky note he left earlier, they didn't eat enough. It wasn't like they were doing it on purpose, they just got caught up in college work and hobbies that they would sometimes forget to eat. Y/n took a bite of the sandwich, feeling their lungs tighten as they held back a sob. They continued to eat their lunch as they made an apology for Edward. Considering how they acted, it would have to be a very good one.

~

Edward got up from his desk, gathering his things and putting them in his bag. Y/n's perfume hung in the air still, filling his senses. Sighing, he pushed his glasses up, hanging his bag over his shoulder. Stepping out of the cubicle, he thought about what he was going to do about y/n. He was still extremely upset with them, but he also felt bad. Edward knew all y/n wanted was to just be near him, but they could sometimes let their emotions take control of them, preventing them from fully thinking things through. He knew they were probably beating themself up over the whole situation. They were still in trouble, but Edward decided that he would lessen the punishment, knowing that the stress of college was probably enough punishment on them already. And, knowing y/n, if he did punish them they would probably find it hot. Breaking out of his thoughts, Edward walked into the lobby, glancing quickly at Maurice. Y/n was standing in front of the desk, handing him a piece of paper.

"Edward, I've been talking with your partner. I hope you don't mind if we exchange contact information? Y/n had the brilliant idea of going on a double date. You, them, me, and my boyfriend Tristan." He asked.

"Oh, yes that's fine. We'll have to figure out a day to do that. Thank you for keeping them company while they waited. I hope they didn't keep you from your work." He said, giving y/n a subtle look out of the corner of his eyes.

"Absolutely not, y/n was very respectful. Plus, it's not like I have much work to do anyways, am I right?" Maurice laughed, y/n chuckled as well.

"Hah, yeah. Well, we have to get going now. I'll see you on Monday, Maurice." He bid, wrapping his arm around y/n's waist as they left the lobby.

The two of them walked to the elevator, Edward pressing the button to open the door. He glanced moved his hand away from y/n's waist, running it through his hair. Y/n watched him, smiling up at him.

"You were nice back there, does that mean you're in a better mood?" They asked, hopeful.

As the door opened, they both stepped inside. Edward pushed the parking garage button, looking at y/n with a deadpanned face. He leaned against the metal railing on the side of the elevator. He clasped his hands over the bar, knuckles turning white as he gripped it.

"Better mood? Sure. Does that change anything? No." He answered.

The elevator door opened and they walked out, Edward holding y/n's hand as they did so. Pulling out his keys with his other hand, he unlocked his car. Every second of the drive home felt like an hour to y/n.

~

Y/n and Edward had finally gotten back to the apartment. It was dead silent as they removed their shoes. Y/n sat down on the couch, unsure of what exactly they should do. Their heart was racing as they watched him take off his coat, hanging it up on one of the hooks on the wall. The tension was so thick y/n could practically feel it against their skin, like a humid summer night. Edward's keys dropping on the table next to the door broke the silence, causing y/n to jump slightly.

"E-Edward..."

He didn't say anything, walking in the kitchen instead. Y/n didn't look away from their lap, focusing on the pads of their fingers, suddenly finding it to be the most interesting thing in the world. Edward stood in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water that he had poured. He held the glass in his hand as he walked back to the living room, standing in front of where y/n was sitting. Despite his gentle facial features, his stance made y/n feel intimidated. The brown sweater over his collared button up shirt made y/n feel things that were completely inappropriate for the current situation. No matter how much they tried, y/n couldn't stop getting filthy thoughts of their boyfriend out of their head. And, Edward could tell right away. The events before were proof enough as to how y/n felt today.

"Did you eat your lunch?" He asked.

"Yes, I ate all of it. I promise."

"You don't need to promise me anything, y/n. I can tell when you lie to me. I'm glad you ate." He said simply, taking a sip of his water.

Y/n fidgeted with their hands.

"I believe you have an apology for me?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Well, I'm waiting. You do not need me to tell you when to say it, though I know how much you'd love for me to order you around right now." He huffed.

Y/n nodded.

"U-Um, I-I'm really sorry for c-coming to your work and b-being inappropri-"

"I'm sorry, I thought you were going to apologize to me? Not give me some half-assed statement." He interrupted.

"I-"

"I-I-I...how about you get on your knees? Maybe that'll show me how sorry you truly are." He mocked.

Slowly, y/n slid to the floor, getting on their knees before him. Edward was already a fairly tall man, but he looked like a giant when y/n kneeled before him. His glasses reflected the light coming from one of the windows, creating an ominous glare over the lenses. It made him look even more mysterious than he already was. He looked down at them, waiting for them to say something. After a few seconds, he groaned.

"What? Do you really need me to tell you when to speak like a dog? Speak!" He ordered.

"I-I, I'm really sorry, sir. I knew you were at work, but I just missed you so much. I did! I really did! I wanted to see you, and, and, and I couldn't stop thinking about you all day. I just wanted you so bad! I'm sorry I broke rules, I really am. It won't happen ever again! Never ever, I swear. Puppy just missed you super bad and, and then it made me think filthy things and made me want you even more. It was so, so, so bad of me to be like that at your work. I know I hu-humiliated you and probably made you uncomfortable. Daddy, I'm so sorry I really am! I was a bad puppy for doing that. I just wanted a hug at first because you didn't give me one this morning! Please, please, please don't be mad at me, daddy! I'll be good for the rest of the night, I swear!"

Edward looked down at them as they grabbed the material of his slacks, tugging on them gently. Tears welled in their eyes, some trickling down their pink cheeks. Seeing them grovel at his feet was quite a sight to behold. If the circumstances were better, he would have had them say their apology while choking on his dick. But, he felt that the situation required a different type of action.

"That was a very nice apology, y/n. Very nice, indeed." He said.

Y/n sniffled, looking up at him. Placing the glass of water on the table beside the couch, he bent down. His eyes were gazing down at y/n's. He gently grabbed their chin, forcing them to look up at him.

"But, I don't know if I should let you off the hook so easily. You see, I gave you many opportunities to stop and not get punished. But, you didn't take them, isn't that right?" He asked, nodding his head in synch with his last few words.

"Y-Yes, sir..."

"You didn't make a mistake, you purposefully disobeyed me and ignored me. And, that just doesn't sit well with me. It leaves a pit in my stomach, you know?" He explained, holding a hand over his stomach.

Y/n whined.

"Oh, there we go again with the pitiful whines. Your pretty sounds aren't going to get you out of this, pet." He said, shaking his head.

"B-But..."

"But? Excuse me? What could you possibly say to help you get out of this situation that YOU put yourself in? Please, enlighten me." He taunted, tilting his head to the side.

Y/n fell silent, looking away from him in defeat. There wasn't anything they could say. It was true, they did this to themself. Edward didn't have many rules in their relationship and the ones he did have were very simple and easy to follow. And y/n broke them all within the span of an hour. If they had just been patient and waited at home for Edward, he might have been pounding into them in their bed. But, they weren't patient. Instead of getting dicked down, they were on their knees and begging Edward for forgiveness. Now, the begging was not necessary at all, it was just something that they thought Edward would like. They were right though, Edward loved it when y/n begged. It was one of his weaknesses. Of course he was going to forgive y/n, but not before he put them in their place and taught them a lesson. The begging, no matter how much Edward loved it, would not get y/n out of the punishment that awaited them. He scoffed, standing up and stepping away from y/n, causing them to fall and catch themself with their hands on the floor.

"You humiliated me at work today, y/n. Anyone could have come across my cubicle. Anyone could have seen you acting like a dog, begging for me to give you a treat. Is that what you wanted? Did you want to embarrass me at my job?" He asked, hands in his pockets.

"What? No! Of course not, sir! I j-just got carried away didn't think..." They explained, a frown on their lips.

"I believe you, honey. But, that doesn't excuse what you did, now does it?" He asked, tone becoming gentle.

"No..."

"Exactly. If I did not punish you for your bad decisions, you would continue to make them. Would you not?" He questioned.

"No, I wouldn't!" Y/n spat out.

Edward let out a breathy laugh, leaning down and bending his legs. He placed his hands on his knees, shaking his head in amusement. Y/n watched his movements, every single one of them sending a spark through their veins. They knew he was right, but they didn't want to admit it.

"Ohhh, but that's where you're wrong, pet. I spoil you and treat you like an angel on earth, all because I love you with my entire heart, body, and soul. But, that does not mean you should expect me to let you get away with things. Spoiled or not, you need to have manners and respect. And I know for a fact, if I fucked you on this couch right here and now, you'd do the same exact thing tomorrow. Why? Because I rewarded your bed behavior. That just won't do, no, no, no." His tone was flamboyant and cocky.

God, y/n hated that he was right. He was a fucking genius and knew y/n like the back of his hand. They were stupid for trying to convince him to not punish them. It would never have worked.

"You really are just like a puppy, y/n. Here I am, teaching you right and wrong through rewards and punishments. Do you think that will help? Should I make you do tricks? Hm? You were certainly acting like a wild dog earlier." He commented, a sickening smirk on his face.

He hooked his fingers through the heart of y/n's choker. With one swift yank, he brought them with them as he stood to his feet. They choked slightly as the leather dug into their skin, feeling relief when they stood on their feet. Somehow, Edward was more intimidating face to face, rather than towering over y/n. Perhaps it was because of how kind his face was, making it jarring when he took a serious tone.

"I think you need to be trained, puppy. We can't have you misbehaving while I'm off at work, can we?"

Y/n's eyes widened, feeling heat rush once again between their legs. Their knees buckled, gripping onto Edward's shoulders for stability. He laughed, pushing y/n back so they fell on the couch. They watched as he hummed to himself, walking into the kitchen as if nothing happened.

(A/n: Ok, guys...this is where the humiliation and puppy stuff REALLY starts. I don't rlly need to put a content warning, I just wanted to let you guys know that I was giggling, kicking my feet, twirling my hair, and pissing liquid nitrogen while writing this. But seriously, this is so humiliating I'm gonna be so honest with you. YOU GUYS WANTED THIS! I swear to balls I'm going to hell dude. They have a VIP room for fanfic writers probably.)

Y/n stood up from the couch, out of breath and confused. As Edward turned around, he opened up a cabinet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw y/n had stood up. Snapping his fingers, he pointed back to the couch.

"Sit." He ordered.

Y/n's eyes widened and they found themself sitting down immediately after. It was almost as if it was a gut reaction. The tone of his voice was firm, commanding respect. Shaking in anticipation, y/n kept their eyes on the floor in front of them, waiting for Edward to come back. After another minute, his footsteps sounded in their ears. Looking up, y/n saw their boyfriend standing in front of them. He had a bar of chocolate in his hand. Call y/n a whore for sweets, but they instantly licked their lips. It was chocolate for fuck sake. Their eyes stayed on the bar as he placed it on the T.V stand, taunting them.

"Here's how this is going to go, puppy. We are going to continue our night like we normally do. But, you're going to listen out for me. If I call you, you come. If I tell you to sit, you sit. If I tell you to beg, you..." He trailed, wanting y/n to finish the sentence.

"Um, I...beg?" They finished.

"Yes, very good! Look at you, listening to directions. If only you did that before." He praised, a bit of a jab at the end.

"Um, what's the chocolate for?" They asked, pointing at it.

"Well, if you're really good tonight, you get it." He said.

"I like chocolate, but...I'd rather have...you..." They pouted.

"Oh, trust me I know. I never said you weren't getting fucked tonight. I just said you needed to be punished first. Believe me, this won't be fun for you. But, if you learn your lesson, maybe I'll give you the treat that you've been begging for all day." He said suavely, the words rolling off his tongue so smoothly.

Y/n's breath hitched.

"O-Ok, sir."

"That's a good pet. Now, I'm going to take a shower. I want you to join me." He cooed.

"I sh-showered after I got my research paper done today."

"Oh, I'm sorry but, I don't recall asking you anything. I do remember telling you to get in the shower, though." He challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Y/n nodded hastily.

"Y-yes, sir."

"Mmm, you're off to a terrible start, pet. Go get the shower ready and get inside." He ordered.

Without wasting a second, y/n bolted inside their bedroom. Edward followed slowly behind, glancing at the watch on his wrists. Grunting, he saw that the time was 6 o'clock. The shower would need to be quick, as he would need to make dinner soon. As he removed his clothes, a smirk tugged at his lips. Thinking about eating dinner with y/n made an utterly humiliating though come across his mind. Well, humiliating for y/n, not him. But, he wasn't sure if he wanted to go that far. It would depend on how well y/n was behaving. Though, he would love to see y/n on all fours while he sat at the table...

"Um, daddy?" Y/n peeked out of the bathroom.

"Yes, puppy?"

Edward turned around, tossing his clothes in the hamper. Y/n was taken aback by how relaxed and comfortable Edward was with being naked in front of them. Yes, they had been dating for over 2 years, but y/n still got a little shy every now and then. That's just how they were. But, Edward, well, he was very confident. Before he dated y/n he was the complete opposite of confident. But, being loved by a good person was all he needed to boost his self-love. Y/n really admired him for that and would always remind him of how proud they were of him. It made Edward smile every time.

"Th-The shower is running..." They mumbled.

"Then get in." He replied, walking into the bathroom.

Y/n turned around, walking across the tiled room. Edward was close behind them. The two lovers got into the shower, warm water trickled down their bare bodies. Y/n, who had already showered earlier, just let the water wash over them. They didn't feel a need to clean themself once again. Y/n examined Edward's body as he started to wash his hair. He was far from fit, his body type closely resembling a 'dad bod'. Y/n loved it though, absolutely adored it. Edward worked out every now and then, but it was nothing major, only simple exercises. He had stretch marks on his hips, faint pink lines that resembled rivers on maps. He had very full cheeks for a man of his age. His stomach was a little pudgy. All of those things were beautiful to y/n. He was so comfortable to snuggle up to, instantly lulling y/n into a blissful sleep every time. Sighing, y/n got closer to him, resting their head against his chest as he swiped his hair back with the water. He looked down, smiling at the sight. However, he placed his hand on top of y/n's head, gently pushing them down, being carefully not to let them slip. As the reached the ground, they looked up at Edward, his naked body sending shivers down y/n's spine.

"If you want to show me affection, you will do it like a dog. Do it correctly." He said.

Y/n swallowed a lump in their throat, realizing how seriously Edward was taking this. He continued to rinse his hair out of conditioner, already done shampooing his hair. Y/n, unsure of what he meant exactly, sat at his feet and wrapped their arms around his calf. Funnily enough, that was not even close to what Edward meant. But, y/n felt comfortable nonetheless. Edward always had a naturally warm body temperature, so it felt nice when y/n rested their face against his leg. He thought about saying something, but decided that it wasn't that big of a deal. Even when he was trying to humiliate y/n, he still was susceptible to being a softie. But, alas, he had to wash the rest of his body. He bent down slightly, planting a kiss on the top of their head.

"Puppy, you have to let go. Ok?" He said.

Nodding, y/n scooted away until their back was against the shower wall. The water had caused their hair to flatten to their face and head, hanging in their eyes. Parting the wet strands to the side, y/n watched as Edward continued to bathe himself. It was a wonderful thing to be that close with a person. Being so in love and comfortable with each other that both of you could just watch each other shower, as if you were simply watching the sunrise. Y/n's thoughts were cut short by the water turning off, causing a shiver to run down their spine as the warmth left their body. Edward pulled back the curtain and grabbed a the towel from the towel rack. He leaned down and grabbed y/n under their arms, lifting them up to their feet. Quickly, wrapped the towel around their body, making sure they were nice and warm. After that, he grabbed his own towel and wrapped it around his waist, his subtle v-line showing slightly.

"If this is the punishment, then what the hell is the reward?" Y/n asked, raising an eyebrow at Edward's kindness.

"Hah, very funny. To be honest, I just wanted your company while I showered. And, I know you get very cold easily, so I'm just being a good boyfriend." He explained.

"Ok, so the punishment hasn't really started yet?"

"I suppose not, no. Why, were you on edge the whole time?" He grinned.

"Kind of, yeah."

"Hm, that's funny. Well, I'll ask you one more question. What do you think we should have for dinner?" Edward asked, stepping out of the shower and roughly using the towel to dry his hair.

"What, am I supposed to eat dog food?"

"Oh, you're very funny aren't you? If you don't give me an actual answer then maybe you can just eat a banana?" He suggested.

Y/n gagged, hating the texture of bananas.

"Fuck no, let's make sandwiches. I don't really want to cook anything..." They mumbled.

Edward put on a pair of boxers he had left on the sink. He wrapped the towel over his shoulders, catching any water that dripped from his hair. Grabbing his hairbrush, he brushed his hair back completely, letting it fall naturally afterwards.

"Well, I'd be the one cooking. Last time you cooked you nearly set the apartment on fire. But, sandwiches sound fine. Go get dressed into something comfortable, it doesn't matter what. Just uh, put that choker back on." He said, walking out of the bathroom.

Y/n dried their hair as much as they could and then drying the rest of their body. Edward walked by the bathroom doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats as he walked out of the bedroom. Using a rag, y/n gently removed excess makeup from off their face. Once every bit of it was off, y/n hummed to themself, brushing their hair and turning off the bathroom light. Going over to their side of the bed, y/n grabbed the choker from off of the nightstand. As they put it on, they smirked, grabbing one of Edward's biggest shirts from the dresser. They slid it on, wearing absolutely nothing underneath. Y/n was anxious for when Edward would 'start' the punishment. He was known to be dramatic, having a penchant for making sex, foreplay, and anything else like that very drawn out and agonizingly teasing. It always blew y/n's mind how Edward could be the sweetest most caring man to ever grace this earth, and then switch to someone who made them so wet that they would drip down their legs.

"Puppy, come here!" He called, voice purposefully sounding like babytalk.

Quickly, y/n hopped on one foot as they put on their socks. They were in such a rush that they didn't realize they didn't match. The right foot was covered with a green sock and the other was covered with a purple sock. Y/n hurriedly left the bedroom, sliding across the hardwood floor that made up the 'dining room' which was more like a small corner where a table was, and the kitchen. Edward watched them as they grabbed onto the counter, stopping their sliding. They looked up at him, smiling widely.

"Eager, are we?" He teased, pinching their cheek.

"I'm hungry!" Y/n admitted.

"Oh, you are?" He asked before taking a bite of his sandwich in front of them.

Y/n's eyebrows furrowed, nodding slightly. Edward finished chewing what was in his mouth. Swallowing, he took a sip of water afterwards. Y/n, hesitantly, reached out to grab the other sandwich. Edward swatted at their hand, causing them to recoil.

"Woah, who said you could eat?" He asked, leaning against the counter cockily.

"W-What?" Y/n stuttered.

"Last time I checked, dogs eat on the floor." He said.

Y/n watched as Edward smirked, grabbing the plate the other sandwich was on. He placed the plate on the floor of the kitchen, leaning back against the counter afterwards. Taken aback, y/n watched as their boyfriend continued to eat his sandwich as if he didn't just tell them to eat on the floor. Y/n laughed, thinking that he might be joking. Edward stopped mid-bite, turning to look at them. His eyebrows were knit slightly, looking them up and down as if he was confused.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"For a second there, I th-thought you were going to m-make me eat of the f-floor!" Y/n said in between giggles.

Edward's facial expression did not change at all. Y/n's laughs slowly died down, the smile on their face turning into an open mouthed pout. He took a bite of his sandwich, pointing down to the plate on the floor.

"Eat."

"E-Edward, that's humiliating..." They said.

"Oh, I know. You see, that's the whole point. You humiliated me at my own job, yeah, one of my coworkers overheard a little bit of your pathetic begging. How do you think I felt?" He asked, taking a sip of his water after.

"I'm sorry..."

"If you're sorry, then you'll get on the floor and eat like the pathetic, begging dog you are."

Nodding, y/n slowly got on the floor of the kitchen. The wood felt cold against their exposed legs. Edward had finished his food, putting away his dishes as y/n looked at their sandwich. It really wasn't a big deal, as y/n had sat on the floor and eaten food many times before. Hell, Edward had done it with them. Sometimes, the floor was just a comfortable place to sit. But, given the context of the situation, it was now embarrassing. Glancing up at Edward, they looked into his eyes for some shred of mercy.

"You either eat on the floor or don't eat anything at all." He said, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

Swallowing a lump in their throat, y/n picked up the sandwich. Their eyes flickered back up to him, hoping it was ok if they ate with their hands. He didn't say anything, so y/n took that as a good sign. Looking back down, they took a bite and placed the sandwich back on the plate. Edward smiled, bending over and petting their head.

"See, there you go. Not so bad, right? All you have to do is fucking listen." He said, grabbing a fistful of their hair roughly at the last sentence.

Y/n whimpered, nodding their head. They felt filthy for finding the scenario hot. Edward did too. Without saying another word, he left the kitchen and sat down on the couch with his glass of water. Y/n started to stand up, but his voice made them sit back down.

"If you're thinking about getting up, don't. You're going to finish your food first."

"But, I wanna come cuddle!"

"Yeah? Well, I wanted to have a normal fucking day at work. We don't always get what we want, do we? Eat your food and stop complaining because I could make it more humiliating." He said, voice harsh.

"Yes, sir..."

Edward mumbled 'that's what I thought' under his breath. Moving his legs up on the couch, he laid down, propping his head up on a few pillows. He groaned softly, pinching the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and thumb. Once y/n was done eating, he didn't really have an idea of what he was going to do next. All he knew was that he wanted to make y/n remember who was in charge. He wanted to remind them that he wasn't a pushover all the time. He loved them with all his heart, but he wasn't a doormat. If they wanted to beg for his dick like a dog at his place of work, then they could act like a dog for the rest of the night. He took a sip of his water, letting the liquid glide down his throat. He looked at the time on the T.V, reading 7 o'clock. It wasn't too late, which was good. The sound of water running signaled to Edward that his partner had finished eating. He didn't worry about them not eating it on the floor, when y/n was told to do something by Edward in a situation like this, they always obeyed.

"Come here, puppy." He called, snapping his fingers two times.

Y/n walked over, sitting in between his legs on the couch. Edward laughed slightly, shaking his head. Confused, y/n looked at him, snuggling up to his side. He sat up and grabbed their waist, moving them off the couch and onto the carpeted floor of the living room. Y/n huffed, drawing their knees to their chest.

"Dogs can't get on the couch. I don't want you getting it dirty with your filthy mind. If you want to get on the couch, you'll have to sit on daddy's lap, puppy." He mocked.

"Fine."

Y/n crawled up on Edward's body. One of their legs rested in between his own legs. They snaked their hands under his back and hugged him, head resting on his sternum. He rubbed circles into their back, lulling y/n into a false sense of security. They probably thought that it was over, but it was far from it. He had thought about something a few minutes ago and desperately wanted to act on it. He trailed his hand down to the plump of their ass.

"How would I even get the couch dirty?"

Edward raised an eyebrow, not feeling any waistband below y/n's shirt. Grinning from ear to ear, he pulled the hem of the shirt up, exposing y/n's bare ass. They shivered, instinctively sitting up., but Edward's hand pushed them back down to his chest. He squeezed their ass gently. He slowly slid his other hand underneath y/n's body, reaching down to in between their legs. Using one finger, he slid it between their folds, instantly feeling how wet they were. Y/n whimpered and he laughed breathily.

"You would have dripped all over the couch, you dirty thing. And why, exactly, are you not wearing anything underneath this shirt?" He asked.

"Well, I just thought..."

"You thought I'd notice how wet you were and I'd cave?" He suggested, sitting up and making y/n straddle his lap.

"Did you think I'd want to fuck you?" He mocked.

"Maybe..."

"Why would I fuck you when I haven't even finished your punishment?"

Y/n fell silent.

"Speaking of..."

Edward reached over to the side table, grabbing a beanie baby they kept their as a cute decoration. He held it near y/n's face, then tossed it across the room. Y/n let their mouth hang open, looking at him in disbelief.

"What the fuck?!"

"What your mouth when you talk to me." He ordered, grabbing their jaw.

Y/n shrunk in his lap, nodding their head.

"Fetch." He said, smiling.

Y/n's eyes widened, looking at where the beanie baby landed. They looked back at Edward, seeing how amused he was from the situation. Rolling his eyes, he pushed them off his lap and onto the floor. He bent over, slapping their ass firmly.

"I said, fetch. Now." He ordered.

Y/n whimpered, standing up and walking over to the beanie baby. Edward slammed his hand against he cushion of the couch, the soft thud making y/n stumble.

"Filthy fucking mutts do not walk. Get on the ground." He ordered.

Y/n whined, feeling completely humiliated. Edward watched as they crawled on all fours to the beanie baby, their ass peaking out from under the shirt. Y/n looked at Edward, lifting up their hand to pick it up. He tilted his head slightly, which caused y/n to put their head back down. Sighing, they picked it up with their mouth. Edward smiled, patting his thighs.

"Such a good puppy, come here! That was so good! Who's a good puppy?" He cooed, taking the beanie baby from their mouth and putting it back on the table.

Y/n rested their chin on his knee, a blush on their face. The praise he was giving them was gratefully accepted. Though the circumstances were humiliating, they couldn't help but feel some form of pleasure from it. Edward pet their head, trailing down and rubbing their back as they sat on their heels. They couldn't help but give into the tingling sensation, closing their eyes as they rubbed their cheek up against his sweatpants.

"Oh, is the puppy starting to like this? You've done it plenty of times before. I suppose it's just different because of how humiliating I'm making it, hm?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"Hm, you really are filthy mutt, aren't you? You love being humiliated, don't you? No wonder you were soaking wet." He smirked.

Y/n couldn't contain their sexual tension anymore. They 'pawed' at his sweatpants, tugging them slightly. Edward chuckled in amusement, letting his head roll back as he did so. Looking back down at y/n, he grabbed a fistful of their hair.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I wan' it..." They mumbled, grabbing his drawstrings.

"You do, really? My, I never would have guessed by the way you're dripping down your own thigs." He mocked.

"Please!"

"But, I haven't trained you yet honey."

"Please, do it while fuck me..." They pleaded, not even talking in full sentences.

He bent over, grabbing them by the waist and lifting them on his lap. Brushing a piece of hair out of their face, he hummed. It wasn't that bad of an idea. He could tease them, please them, and make them remember that he had the control.

"What a smart puppy you are. That sounds like a great idea, sweetheart. Why don't you put a movie on, hm?"

"W-Why do we need a movie?"

"Just put one on, puppy."

Y/n listened, turning around and facing the T.V while sitting on his lap. Grabbing the remote, they tried to find a simple movie to watch. After having a little trouble deciding, they put on 101 Dalmatians.

"Look at what I put on, get it? Because y-"

Y/n was cut off by Edward picking y/n's waist up and thrusting up into them. A shrill yelp left their throat and they gripped his thighs. Edward laughed softly, rubbing their back.

"That's very cute y/n, I get it." He groaned, staying still inside of them.

"D-Daddy..." They whined.

"Here's something we can work on. Being quiet. You have a hard time using your inside voice, puppy."

"Wait..."

"Oh? But, this was your idea."

Y/n nodded.

"Are you going to let me teach you how to properly behave? If you're a fast learner I'll give you a treat that's even better than that chocolate." He cooed in their ear.

"Y-yes, sir. I'll learn!"

"Oh that's so good, very, very, good. Now, I want you to do your very best at being a quiet little puppy, ok?"

"Ok, daddy. I'll be quiet."

Edward grabbed their waist firmly, taking a deep breath. He tilted his head back, slowly fucking in and out of them. Y/n sighed and bit on their bottom lip. His pace picked up and y/n was digging their nails into his sweatpants. Edward groaned, eyes closed shut at the sensation of y/n around his dick.

"You're doing a great job, puppy. Just a little bit longer, ok? Keep that pretty muzzle shut for daddy."

Y/n released one of his thighs, clasping it over their mouth. They knew he was talking like that in hopes that they would let a moan slip, but they wanted to be a good puppy for him. They wanted to make him proud. Biting down on their fingers, y/n felt their body relax as his pace slowed and eventually came to a stop. His dick stayed inside of them, twitching every so often and stretching them out lightly.

"Well look at you, huh? You did good, honey. It's taking every fiber of my being to not...mmm."

He rubbed their back for a few seconds, letting them relax for a bit. Edward took a few deep breaths, humming to himself quietly.

"Ready, puppy? I'm going to need you to focus, ok? You get so distracted so easily. So, guess what we're going to do, my love?"

"W-What, daddy?"

"I'm going to fuck you and ask you a few math problems. You need to give me an answer within 10 seconds." He smirked.

"B-but, I hate math!" They whined as Edward spun them around to face him.

"Oh, yes, I know my sweet pet. But, sometimes we have to do things we don't like."

Edward held onto their waist once again, slowly fucking up into them. Y/n moaned softly, happy that they could finally make noise again. He thought for a moment, thinking about what questions he was going to ask them. After a minute, he looked up into y/n's eyes.

"If...I had a pie th-that was cut into 9 pieces...how many slices are 1/2 of the pie?" He asked.

"9 slices of p-pie? Fucking odd numbers...Edward these are easy fraction questions!"

"Then why haven't you answered it yet?"

Y/n groaned, throwing their head back.

"Fuck, 4 1/2? I think?"

He nodded, slowing his pace so y/n could collect themself. Humming, he rubbed their thighs with his thumbs.

"Good job. Now, what's 12x7?"

He quickened his pace once again, watching as y/n's face contorted. Letting out a shaky breath, he pinched their ass when they didn't respond.

"Shit! I was counting you dick! 84!" They yelped.

"Don't call me that but, yes. One more." He said.

His pace got even faster. A devilish smirk grew on his face. If y/n got this next question wrong, then it would be difficult for him to contain his laughter. It was so simple that it was difficult, it would throw them off. Y/n tended to overthink simple things, which is why they weren't exactly the best in math. Sure, it was cruel of Edward to make y/n answer math problems while fucking them at a cruel pace, but he couldn't help it. It was too fun.

"What is 0 divided by 1?" He asked.

"W-What? That's so easy, are you sure that's the question?" They panted.

"Yes, pet. I asked you it, now answer." He ordered, pinching their butt.

"Ow! It's too simple, you're messing with me!"

"Is it? Is it really that simple?" 5 more seconds." He smirked.

"F-Fuck...0? I don't know you're making me nervous!" They whined, covering their face with their hands.

Edward slowed down once again, cupping their face with his hands. Y/n peeked out between a gap in their fingers, looking at Edward through it. He had a proud look on his face, nodding his head enthusiastically. Y/n smiled softly.

"Yes, see! You knew the answer, you were just under pressure. But look at that, you got all the questions right in the time limit I gave you, all while you were getting fucked by me. If that's not focus, then I don't know what." He cooed.

"D-Does that mean were done?" Y/n asked happily.

"Oh no, we have one more thing to do, puppy. It's the most difficult one yet." He grinned.

"I c-can do it!"

"Mmm, I sure hope so..."

Edward turned y/n around, having them face the movie that was playing. He straightened his posture, back slightly aching from the current position he was in. His hands planted on y/n's hips, holding them in place on his lap. Letting out a sigh, he leaned forward and rested his chin on y/n's shoulder.

"We're going to work on something you're terrible at being, pet."

"W-What is that?"

"Patient. Being patient."

"What do you m-mean, sir? I'm always patient!" They groaned.

"Oh, you are most definitely not. Don't pretend like you are."

Y/n sighed, trying to focus on the movie. Edward's dicked stilled inside them. They turned around after a bit, looking at him.

"So, what are we doing?"

"You, are being patient."

"But, it's torture!"

"Well, maybe you should have thought about that earlier, hm?"

"Whatever."

"Oh here we go again with the god damn attitude! I'm getting fed up with it." He scoffed.

"Then fuck me!" They pleaded.

"And reward you for bad behavior, really? No, I think you still haven't learned anything. Perhaps I am being too gentle with the punishment..." He mumbled, lifting y/n off of his body.

Y/n whined at the loss of him inside them, crawling back to his lap. He shoved them away roughly, getting up from the couch and pulling his sweats up. Grabbing the remote, he turned the T.V off, making y/n cross their arms over his chest.

"Your lack of patience is making my own wear thin..." Edward grumbled, tossing the remote on the couch.

"I'm s-sorry, I'll be patient now. I promise!"

"No, it's apparent my punishments weren't sending a clear enough message. So, we're going to try something different."

Y/n watched as he walked into their bedroom. Hurriedly, they followed after him, standing in the doorway. Edward was hunched over their dresser, rummaging through clothing. Their heart raced as he lifted his hand up, holding something in it. Because he was facing away from them, y/n could see his shoulder blades shift as his arms moved. The subtle muscles he had in his back were flexing, making y/n weak in the knees.

(A/N: This upcoming part has Edward losing his temper, yelling, and getting carried away. Btw, y/n and Edward HAVE consented to doing stuff like this and they have a safeword, so no one is being 'overpowered' or 'forced'. Just wanted to say that in case anyone got that idea. I'd never write that stuff, that's gross asfffff! <3 Btw, for the yelling, imagine his voice when he was yelling at Batman, hehe. Ok, continue reading now!)

His knuckles were gripped around something that looked like a rope, it was hard to tell in the dimly lit room. Releasing his grip ever so slightly, he let the material unravel just barely, dangling from his hand like a pendulum. Y/n's eyes widened, following the hook at the end of the leash as it swayed. The movement was hypnotic, almost. Edward turned around, grabbing the hook and holding it in his other hand. His face was void of all expression, the only thing hinting at his frustration was his heaving chest.

"Edw-"

"Kneel."

Y/n stood there, as if they were frozen to the carpet. Edward scoffed, walking toward them and grabbed their face with his hands, shaking them briefly, yet roughly.

"God! You can't even listen to a simple fucking command! I said sit! Do you know what kneeling is, huh?!" He raised his voice.

Y/n stuttered over their words, unable to form coherent sentences. He laughed, stepping away from them. Placing his hands on top of his head, leash still firmly gripped, his laughter grew louder.

"You're not just a bitch in heat, no, you're a stupid bitch in heat! Fuck! KNEEL!" He yelled.

Instantly, y/n dropped to their knees. The heels of their feet dug into the plump of their ass, causing slight discomfort. However, the discomfort was the last thing on their mind. It was their boyfriend who was holding a leash, losing his patience above them.

"Oh look at that, it only took me saying it what, 3 times to get you to do it? You want me to praise you? Pat you on the back for getting on your knees? A fucking dog can follow orders better than you." He spat, squatting down to their level.

"I-"

"Did I ask you to speak? No. So be quiet or I'll muzzle your mouth shut! You fucking mutt!"

Y/n nodded, looking at the carpet in humiliation. God, they thought earlier was embarrassing. They were dead wrong. Even when they were supposed to be getting punished, they still toyed with him. They still tried to wiggle out of it. They still tried to get their way in it. They had pushed him past his limit, and that was very difficult to do to him. He was probably the most patient person in the world, so y/n had royally fucked up if they managed to make him mad. Edward's eyebrows were knit together, face slightly red as he brought the leash to y/n's choker. Roughly, he hooked it on the heart, instantly tugging it as he stood up. Y/n face planted on the ground, groaning as they used their arms to push themself back up. Edward yanked on the leash again, smiling when they face planted again. They stood still.

"Get up." He ordered.

Y/n shakily pushed their body up, being thrown down again by a yank. Sighing, they slowly sat up, glad that Edward didn't pull them down again. But, they spoke too soon. He wrapped the leash around his hand, tugging it towards his body. The leather choker chaffed against y/n's neck as they fell back to the carpet, knees most definitely getting rug burn.

"How does it feel to be played with, pet?" He asked.

He pulled them towards him with the leash. Y/n grabbed the choker, desperately trying to relieve themself of the tightening feeling. He stopped pulled when they were at his feet, socks matching, unlike y/n's. They sat up, looking up into his eyes. He scoffed, lifting up a leg and pressing their back down with his foot. Y/n caught themself with their hands, looking at the ground.

"I did not say you could make eye contact. Direct eye contact with dogs, especially bitches like you, can make them aggressive. Are you going to get aggressive with me, mutt? Speak." He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"N-No, sir."

"Good, because I'll be quick to put you back in your place." He seethed, pushing his heel into their back lightly.

Y/n whined, hand shaking below them and giving away. Falling to their chest, they grabbed onto the fabric of Edward's sweatpants. Kicking their hands away, he stepped back.

"Get your filthy paws off of me."

He kept hold of the leash, walking over to the bed. Y/n, having no choice, followed him on all fours. Sitting down on the bed, Edward propped his forearms on his thighs. The leash hung limply in his hand, other hand grabbing y/n's chin. Y/n whined, watching as Edward brought his hand up and pushed his glasses up. He looked like a total nerd but at the same time looked like someone who could shatter your spine over his knee.

"Open your mouth." He ordered.

Y/n did as he said, sitting on their heels with their hands planted firmly on the ground. His fingers dug roughly into the hollow part of their cheeks, forcing their mouth to remain open wide. Edward leaned forward, looking in their mouth. He was quiet, analyzing every aspect of it. The way their tongue stuck out slightly, the way their throat pulsed around absolutely nothing, and how easily his dick would glide down it. His gaze hardened, abruptly spitting in their mouth. Y/n's eyes widened, trying to close their mouth out of instinct. He kept a firm grip on their jaw though, watching as his spit slid down their throat. He shoved them back, groaning as he buried his face in his hands.

"You know, if you had just been patient, this wouldn't be happening. If you had just been the good, sweet, thing you always are, you wouldn't be in this situation."

Y/n frowned, feeling ashamed of themself.

"I have no problem with spoiling you and treating you like royalty, I love it. But, you so desperately need to learn respect, especially towards me. Because, let's face it puppy, you act like a fancy little show dog, but you're really a street dog begging for scraps. You need to learn humility, respect, obedience, and patience. I give you practically everything you want and yet, you have the audacity..."

Edward stood up, yanking the leash slightly upwards. Y/n choked, grabbing at the choker.

"THE FUCKING AUDACITY to come to my place of work, DEMANDING me to fuck you? DEMANDING me to drop everything I'm doing to satisfy your sordid desires?"

Y/n whimpered, afraid to speak without being told to. They pouted, tugging at the hook that was attached to their choker. Edward loosened his grip, letting them fall to their knees.

"I'm the one that has you collard and kneeling on the floor before me. If I felt like it, I could literally and metaphorically have you eating out of the palm of my hand. Isn't that right?" He spat.

"Y-Yes, sir. Yes, of course." They stuttered, nodding their head frantically.

Edward mocked their nodding, fake pouting as he looked at them. He stuttered, mimicking their nervousness. Y/n watched with doe eyes as the mocking evolved into laughter. It was a soft laugh, more like a chuckle as he gestured down to them.

"Look at you, leashed and cowering at my feet. What happened to the confidence? The demands?" He asked, holding up a hand to his ear.

Y/n stayed silent, a shiver going down their spine. Edward nodded, pointing at them and waving his finger, as if he figured something out. That same chilling laugh left his throat.

"Oh, yes, that's right. You won't speak unless I tell you to. Go on, tell me what happened to your cocky attitude." He demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I-I, well...um..."

"Oh, come now, pet. Speak up."

"Y-You...put me in my p-place..." They mumbled.

Edward nodded his head exaggeratedly. A sickly grin tugging at his lips. Y/n panted below him, chest heaving with arousal and anticipation. He laughed loudly.

"You think this was putting you in your place? Oh, I'm not done. I was just getting you warmed up." He stated.

Edward sat back down on the bed, legs slightly spread. His hands dangled between them as his arms were propped on his legs. He hummed, eyes narrowing behind the lenses of his glasses. Clicking his tongue, he pointed his finger down.

"Lay down." He said.

Y/n hesitated for a few seconds, feeling the pit in their stomach grow larger. The heat between their legs grew stronger, making their heart race. Edward furrowed his eyebrows.

"LAY DOWN! IF I GIVE YOU AN ORDER YOU DO IT! GOD!" He yelled.

Y/n slid down, laying on their stomach. The feeling of the carpet against their bare thighs was slightly itchy. Edward nodded in approval, spinning his finger in a circle.

"Now, roll over."

Whining, y/n did as he said. The hem of their shirt rose up as they did so, revealing the bare bottom half of their body. He smiled, loving how y/n was finally listening to his instructions.

"Come."

Y/n got up on all fours, crawling over to between his feet. They once again sat on their heels, hands on their thighs. Edward shook his head, a mixture of amusement and pity on his face.

"Now beg."

Y/n looked at him, confused. He made a 'tsk' noise, grabbing a fistful of their hair. He brought their face close to the tent in his sweatpants. Y/n was so close that they could feel it twitch every so slightly against their cheek.

"Is this not what you've been wanting all day, puppy? Is this not the reason you came to my work and humiliated me? Is this not what made you a greedy, spoiled, pathetic brat? Go on, you can answer me. I'll allow it." He said in a soft casual tone, glancing around the room like what he was doing was an every day activity.

"Y-Yes, daddy. It is..."

"Ohhh, I imagine you must want it so terribly."

Y/n nodded. Edward pushed them off, their heels digging back into their plump ass. They looked up at him, making sure to not make direct eye contact. They weren't sure if he was serious about it earlier, but they weren't going to take any chances.

"Then beg for it, puppy. That is what you are, right? My puppy?"

Y/n nodded again, mouth slightly agape. He smiled, laughing softly. He was awfully enthusiastic for the situation. Y/n was trembling in front of him, thighs slick with their own arousal. And meanwhile, Edward was giddy, as if he was playing with a toy he got for his birthday.

"Then beg like my puppy. Beg for my dick."

Y/n took a deep breath, letting it out in one large exhale. They looked up with puppy dog eyes.

"P-Plea-"

"Oh dear, I think you misunderstood what I was demanding of you. You see, puppies can't talk. They whine. They whimper. And they bark. Why don't you try again? Now." His voice was bubbly, but it had a dominant tone.

Y/n's face turned beet red. Swallowing a lump in their throat, they placed their hands on his knees. Edward raised an eyebrow as y/n stuck out their bottom lip slightly, quivering. They whined, 'pawing' at his sweatpants. Y/n wiggled their ass, causing him to chuckle slightly. He put his hand on their hand, petting at their hair.

"Oh, isn't that just cute? Bark for me, hm?"

Y/n shrunk, embarrassed at the idea of them barking in front of Edward. They opened their mouth, but shut it promptly. He frowned, tutting y/n as he lightly slapped them on the cheek.

"If daddy says jump, you say 'how high?'. If daddy says run, you say 'how far?'. If daddy says bark, you..."

Y/n whimpered, closing their eyes tightly. Not wanting to think too much about it, they barked. It came out even more pathetic than they thought it would. It was shrill, shaky, and sad. Edward laughed, grabbing their face with his hands. He rubbed his thumb over their cheek, humming as he looked in their eyes.

"My, my, my, how utterly pathetic. Oh, but you did obey my orders." He said.

Y/n smiled at him, face still red from earlier.

"You look like you want a reward for your obedience. Am I right to assume that, puppy?"

Y/n nodded frantically, sitting up straight on their knees, Their hands tugged at his sweatpants, whines leaving their throat. Edward unhooked the leash that was on them, standing up. Y/n's hands fell off the fabric of his pants, watching as he put the leash back into the dresser. Every step he took made y/n's heart race faster. Stretching his arms out, he sat in bed, underneath the covers. Y/n was still kneeling on the floor.

"Remember when I said you had to learn patience, pet?" He asked, two fingers tilting their chin up.

They nodded.

"Hm, yeah."

He leaned down to their ear, fingers hooking into the choker. Edward tugged them forward, his breath fanning on their neck. Goosebumps pricked over their skin, a chill going down y/n's spine.

"Tonight, I will be sleeping soundly in our bed. But you, my pet, oh..."

Y/n's eyes widened. His lips slid down and pressed against their neck gently, trailing back up to their ear. He smirked.

"You will not get a wink of sleep. As you lay down, you'll toss and turn. I know how you are, puppy. Thoughts of me will play over and over in your head. The burning heat in that pitiful stomach of yours will grow throughout the night as you fantasize about me deep inside of you, making your body arch and your eyes roll back. In the morning, I'll wake up to you laying in a puddle of your own arousal, desperately grasping at me, hoping I'll give you a morning fuck. But, that will have to wait, won't it? After all, you need to learn patience."

Y/n sat their, eyes glazed over with desire. Edward pulled away, laying down in the bed. Leaning over, he turned off the lamp on the nightstand. He turned around, facing away from y/n.

"Your sleeping on the couch, by the way. Oh, and don't even try relieving yourself. You and I both know it won't be anywhere close to how it feels when I do it." He added, yawning.

The silence made him smirk to himself, taking off his glasses and placing it on the nightstand. Getting comfortable, he didn't bother seeing if y/n had moved.

"Good night, pet."

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So, do you guys want a part 2 or...?

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals, followers and all the wonderful people on here!

agdhdjsk forcing myself to find joy in the mundane:

fav music such as folklore (besides being so emotionally raw the idea of these being tales as old as time, repetitive and arguably inescapable, it’s very ‘man is the maker and hence also destroyer of his own destiny’ which is smth that keeps me up at night sometimes) and guts and you’re just a boy and I’m kinda the man (single-handedly keeping me pushing through life god bless olivia and maisie)

edits which are so so interesting in me enough to live in my head for a good few months just ruminating twisting them around this way and that (right now it’s this and this)

watcher/BuzzFeed unsolved! Other than being interesting it’s very nostalgic for me cuz i would watch bfu episodes with a friend during recess when I was 15 and even tho we weren’t the closest friends and we’ve fallen out of touch now there’s smth so warm and cozy abt the memory

in general a lot of media but specifically wanda vision and one of my lit books who’s afraid of virginia woolf by Edward Albee. i relate so much to Wanda and how badly she just wants to keep her family safe and alive and live with them even going to drastic and unhealthy lengths to do so which makes me feel better abt my own visceral emotions/anxiety over things that wont happen (at least for a while), like it’s not even abt being unhinged but just that deep seated grief that never fully heals is soooo. yea. and for WAVW I rlly relate to Martha and her self-sabotaging tendencies and how it’s affected her r/ships with the person(s) closest to her and she’s very making the bed by Olivia Rodrigo and “would it be enough if I could never give u peace” coded but that doesn’t get revealed until the final act and until then she’s this aggressive, animalistic woman who doesn’t let her husband have a moment’s peace except for a few glimpses of vulnerability. just that this recognition of my flaws and assurance that i am normal and not inherently messed up through external media is rlly cathartic to me

meg Cabot books! 13/14 year old me was on a mission to read the entire Meg Cabot section in my school library (I think I succeeded) and I’ve not met a single person irl who even knows her and maybe she’s a lil outdated but her books are sooo my guilty pleasure even now where it’s so difficult for me to enjoy a book that isn’t entirely unpredictable

#thanks for the ask!! #💕💕 #lovely lovely mutuals 💞💞 #personal #ask

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hi its march! my anon name changes with the months /j

ok thats fair if u didn't have a guess. maybe it just felt really obvious to me because i am... myself...

its hard NOT to ship op characters. they all have such fun dynamics!! hannyabul and magellan is like.. im being silly when i say i ship them,, but also they ARE kinda real boyfriends to me.

its such a shame when ppl ignore the silly side of zoro. he has a few extremely wholesome, adorable, fun moments with luffy in wano and.. yeah ... im excited for u to see the interactions they have. add that to the list of things i am excited for!! lol. do the 3 dangly earrings signify he uses 3 swords??? i Never noticed this but if so... thats genius?? either way they r so pretty and in wano they zoom in on his earrings multiple times and show them like . waving in the wind or something idk. its so .. i love it. one more thing im excited about LOL

IT *IS* THE SILVER FOX LOOK!!

HELL YEAH.. i honestly am not a huge fan of the wci arc. i really disliked it the first time i read it but i think there r a lot of things that contributed to that. i couldn't remember a lot of the story from before, i started it in the anime and then switched over to manga at some point so it was a bit of a jarring difference, i have complicated feelings about sanji, and i was really sleep deprived when i was reading it. it was super difficult to get through cuz it just felt like everything dragged on and on.. so when i was rereading i was really dreading coming back to that arc and having to slog through it again. but actually it wasn't that bad. its still nowhere near being a favorite for me, but it does have a lot of good moments. anyways i think u will have a much better time than me and im looking forward to seeing ur reactions!! (as usual)

dragon: "i miss my husband, sabo. i miss him a lot" /ref

one of the sanji tiktoks is actually extremely topical considering what arc ur on so ill probably send it when ur done with wci!!

i watched the scene u sent and!!! robin puts her WHOLE SOUL into that "i want to live!!!" i dont remember the japanese version that well tbh cuz its been so long since i watched it. so the dub is probably what i will remember when i think of that scene now...

i wont kill u for liking la luffy.... because i havent watched it yet LOL. i might end up agreeing with u (although tbh i doubt i will,, i tend to be more fond of things im familiar with). i like edgelord zoro but its only when he has a healthy amount of silliness to go along with it :( im very very sad to hear he isnt nearly as goofy in the live action. ive seen a few moments of him joking around but.. i miss u silly guy... i miss u....

live action usopp seems like he has more rizz than anime/manga usopp (forgive me for using slang. i have been told it sounds really odd when i do bc it sounds like an old man using it LOL). i think that is a very interesting choice!! cuz i love usopp and i do think hes really charming and a lovely person,, but i feel like him having 0 confidence in himself is so important to his character?? but he seemed like he was an enjoyable character to watch so maybe i shouldnt get too hung up on it.

tongue piercing doflamingo is canon to me too 🫡 its very fitting considering hes always doin something with his tongue

straw hat crew supports and encourages sanji to explore his gender because at the end of the day their friend is their friend and gender doesnt matter

im glad i didnt spoil anything phew!!

i will accidentally influence u to like law more. just like u influence me to like sanji more. tradeoff /j

penis death... yeah... penis death.... i love it.. its so insanely funny to me. penis death. also i find it funny that he seems to have a milder reaction to chopper saying it compared to luffy. like is that his soft spot for the cute reindeer showing?? is it bc theyre both doctors?? idk i like to analyze his relationships with the straw hats..

im procrastinating on the tierlist (im actually very busy irl with moving) but i will no t forget to send it,, i swear!!

u probably have turned on sending images in asks but i do this on my phone and im also.. kind of a tumblr noob.. so i dont know how to .. i will look it up. or just send the tierlist (when i make it) in a separate ask on my computer.

in terms of favorite characters we have in common: link, sesshomaru (i still haven't finished inuyasha. its been .. 10 years or something), kagamine rin (although tbh i like len more (im not actually that into vocaloid.. just a little?)), crowley, robin, doflamingo

i do know a lot of the characters on there but havent actually consumed the media theyre part of to feel super attached to them. i have too many things i plan to watch/read/play and i just end up not doing any of it LOL

i will keep trying for sure 🫡 ive been drawing a lot more recently. because.. im hyperfixating on anime characters. did i already say that

im pretty sure that any characters that have black eyes oda just makes them brown whenever their eye color is visible. and similarly, the anime just makes anyone with black eyes have grey or white. i dont know if oda has thought abt most of his characters eye color,, or if he actually does just plan for them all to have brown eyes. but headcanoning crazy eye colors is more fun imo!!

the anime notoriously does NOT know what colors things are. my favorite guy law has grey eyes in the anime and theyre gold in the manga.. which is devastating!? cuz gold is way more interesting and fitting and... yeah. i will forever be upset abt that. if they're gonna whiten all the characters to such a crazy level why cant they change the eye colors that are objectively WRONG (following manga canon)

brown is a good choice for luffy!!

i also love nami having brown eyes. they're pretty!!

grey definitely does work for zoro!! idk hes pretty no matter what.. and i cant clearly picture any color for him. i think most muted colors would look good

usopp having brown would look good too!! i was trying to think of the characters color pallets when i was imagining their eye colors and tbh hes worn a lot of brown so.

YEAH i saw that colorspread n that was why i was like . . yknow what... brown eyed sanji.. bc he looks very pretty there tbh. to go on a bit of a tangent, im kinda a blue eyed hater because my whole family (outside of my dad) has blue eyes . I've seen too much of it.. its boring. my mom has literal baby blues tho theyre so bright and. yeah its.. its striking.. its cool. its interesting. but the rest of us just have regular blue eyes. theyre dark and kind of grey. its too boring!!! and . therefore.. brown eyed sanji.. brown eyed sanji is best .

i am so .. i miss robins early design .. they kept her blue eyes (which again.. are objectively wrong according to manga canon) but they just had to make her like. the palest member of the straw hats. i love her having blue eyes so im not complaining that they didnt fix it but its like ... why did u fix one thing and not the other... i find that very frustrating. i wish they had just kept both her skin color and her eyes LOL. also cowgirl robin was so cool 😢

franky with pink eyes is SO GOOD??? tbh no matter what eye color he has i think it should be bright and vibrant

thats what i was thinking too!! the purple goes with his color scheme.

no worries abt not being able to reply <3

dressrosa is by far my favorite arc!! and then next i think is wano, egghead (the most recent arc), and impel down

those are my absolute favorites but other ones i like are arlong park, syrup village, punk hazard, sabaody/post war/return to sabaody, marineford (this would be another absolute favorite if not for the fact its so painful), whatever arc zoro joined in, drum island, skypeia, and.. controversially i do like fishman island despite also finding it a bit boring

i also rly enjoyed the reverie (it counts as a separate arc on the wiki) this one is apparently directly after wci.. i can never remember when it takes place chronologically. theres not really any action but i dont even care... i dont read for action

people dont like post timeskip one piece as much for some reason? its confusing to me bc almost all my favorite arcs are post timeskip.. im loving the focus shifting to the whole world.. and i love reading about huge world events. and i love theorizing about things. its all very fun

its really hard to choose just a few favorites LOL. i keep wanting to add other arcs i really enjoyed . augh.

what are YOUR favorite arcs :o

hello!!

no u’ve put me on the hannyabul and magellan train now. its my new otp. sorry. u did this

YEA HIS 3 EARRINGS ARE FOR HIS SWORDS!! and yes im. so excited for so MANY wano moments (that i know of but havent been completely spoiled for: everyone in beast pirate disguises, zoro and luffy reunion (+ everyone else ofc!) sanji’s raid suit and subsequent Germa Angst, THE ZORO / SANJI DEATH PACT??. DEMONIO FLEUR!?!??! (GOING TO LOSE MY MIND AT THAT ONE) AND MORE. and if theyre gonna be animation zoro’s earrings like that then damn. i got even more to look forward to on top of tht

i like wci but mostly for the sanji arc. i dont care much for the setting (although the alice in wonderland insp is cool!) and i actually love pudding but the fact she’s apparently 16 puts a bad taste in my mouth every time she’s on screen. it doesnt feel like its dragging on yet but as much as i do wanna continue i keep not having the motivation bc i know i still have quite a bit to go through vjbjfdkn. im glad u enjoyed it more ur second time tho!! (katakuri….gotta get to katakuri at least)

NOT THE DRAGON ROBOTNIK QUOTE JCCNSDKJN “i miss my wife tails”

and yes…YES……SANJITOK/…

HELL YES IM SO GLAD U WATCHED THE ROBIN SCENE. SHE DID PUT HER WHOLE SOUL INTO IT. FUN FACT I WATCHED A PANEL OF THE VOICE ACTORS ON YT AND THAT WAS THE FIRST AND ONLY TAKE . INSANE

yea the opla is so fun and a great ride but like anything it has its problems! although im still just amazed that it somehow seemed to break the live action anime curse and be the only one to do so with moderate success and yet it adapted. probably one of the hardest and longest anime to adapt ever. like how. do tell me if u watch it!! 

jacob is just too hot to play usopp is the issue- KNDFSJSKL /HJ. it’s definitely still played as fake confidence but its a different flavor of it for sure.

and yes beautiful. gnc sanji my beloved. transji my beloved. sanji forced to lipsync for his life by iva my beloved

i am completely ok with this character influencing btw. tradeoff initiated. i actually saw a law post and thought of u the other day!! i was gonna send it to u but i was like i’ll wait for the next letter…so here

idk if this is fanon or canon a lot but ppl say law has a cuteness to weak animals bc of bepo. robin core

THATS ACTUALLY SO FUNNY BC IM IN THE MIDDLE OF TRYING TO MOVE TOO AND AM ALSO BUSY FROM THAT JVBFJD

omg tumblr noob…i’ve been on this damn website for more than 10 years 😭

slay im glad we have some in common >:^) inuyasha was my first actual anime! and sesshomaru my first anime crush…wow. love that guy. [don’t watch the yashahime sequel. i dont wanna talk abt it 😐] and thats valid i love both the kagamine twins!!

i havent had time to draw but man…i draw like. in my mind. u know. i…i think about things…i COULD draw…that counts right,

i agree! i was surprised no one has asked in an SBS but i know it HAS to have been a question so maybe he has a reason he isnt answering??

I HEARD HIS EYES ARE GOLD IN MANGA WHICH IS SO FUCKING COOL?? GOLD EYES ARE MY ABSOLUTE FAV IN CHARACTER DESIGN!! and god. yea. yea. like oh okay you can get the colors wrong on everything and not change them to be right but u can make usopp whiter than a sheet. ok. i see how it is. they even lightened CHOPPER FOR PETE SAKE???

im not a blue eyed HATER but i definitely prefer brown eyes. as a brown eyes haver im pushing back on the blue eye supremacy with spite ‼️

dont even get me started on post timeskip robin. biggest downgrade. like at least franky is still himself and can change his hair and his face is still franky. someone else worded it best in saying oda took away so many features that made robin’s character design recognizable and unique that she feels like a completely different one. APPARENTLY robin was never supposed to be tan and anime assumed that too, but idc if u keep the blue then keep the skin color…its like. blatantly just colorism there

omg…DRESSROSA WAS VERY GOOD! that makes me think…hey have u seen this video . made by the same editor as the last one i sent u also…that makes me so excited to move forward. AND MAYBE ITS JUST BC IM GAY AS HELP BUT I LOOVVED IMPEL DOWN !! 70% FOR THE NEWKAMA AND 30% FOR CROCODILE

i didnt think fishman island was anywhere near as boring or badly paced as i heard. it was literally fine imo. not my favorite but not bad! except um. fishman island sanji can burn pls stop making me hate my favorite character (THOUGH I STAND BY RETURN TO SABAODY SANJI BEING WORSE THAN FISHMAN ISLAND. AT LEAST HE WASNT SNIFFIN PPL WHAT THE *FUCK* WAS THAT]

and i defintely see the post-timeskip haters points sometimes. there’s less time spent with the characters just. getting to interact and chill- partially bc the anime doesnt really do filler now but also partially bc now the crew is so large that oda never writes them all in one place. theyre always splitting up. and also the obvious things like robin getting sidelines and her design change, zoro is less silly, overall there’s less lightheartedness (although at times i can appreciate that). but the thing that bothers me most is it feels like oda got more brave with the off color jokes and sexualization and such. it was there pre timeskip (esp starting around thriller bark) but post timeskip its just like. sexualization and perv jokes are turned up to 200%. and yea im bitter bc sanji got worse in that aspect (although i actually prefer his post timeskip design! i like his stupid little goatee and his new suits/outfits are very nice! and his character development has obviously. gotten some spotlight) but damn if they couldnt give that to some of the other crew members too! though i digress. and ur right- the arcs and story HAVE improved and been super epic!

hmm..i think my favorite arcs would have to be [as of where i am currently] water 7/enies lobby, impel down, and dressrosa. whole cake will probably be up there when i finish it just bc of it being the My Guy Arc.

help im running out of one piece questions…uh…uh…any other strawhat headcanons? about anything!

p.s. i saw this and it made me laugh so hard

#asks #replies #march anon #long post

[galaxygrv]

ahh hollow being close to front and influencing my (spyte) own emotions towards things is certainly,, Something. its not like its out of the ordinary for us to bleed over neutral or positive opinions + emotions + etc. but like.. this is more negative stuff (which is a little more uncommon, but not rare). its mainly bcuz they dont like any ship content between them and their sourcemates. this is not good bcuz a good 50% of the fan content we see is ships w either quirrel or grimm (and another 50% of those ships arent fucking tagged w the ship names so theyre almost unavoidable). they Do Not like either of them for almost the same reason. theyre repulsed by most people (irl + in source) and they esp dont like romance. quirrel is okay as a person (boring + annoying but not the worst to sit in silence around), and they just dont feel anything towards him and they feel disgusted when they see the fan content. feelings r the same w grimm, they dont like him (boring + annoying again !!! how wonderful) and think hes off putting in the worst way possible.

anyways im neutral towards the ships on a day theyre not bleeding over to me but the days they are,,, wow. okay. hatred and disgust vibes x500

(this is not to say the ships themselves r gross, its perfectly fine to ship them lol. these r just our hollows feelings abt it)

below the read more is in depth stuff abt their dislike of a lot of people cuz they want to talk abt it but its gnna make the post too long lol. also ⚠️ cw for calling people/relationships unreal in a serious way? idk what to call that so its not tagged but heres the warning ⚠️

our mom is okay in their opinion, shes interesting to them and likes us and doesnt get mad at us that often and almost never argues w us. our father though.. he argues with them all the time. anytime he speaks theres always a problem and hollow does Not have a filter so they end up getting pissed and arguing and then its a whole Thing for a few hours and our dad just starts screaming at a point etc. etc. they also generally dont think hes interesting and theres nothing to benefit from interaction w him. sooo 0/10 for dad, 7.5/10 for mom bcuz she does get after us for our arfid and thats beyond annoying.

also, our friends piss them off regularly. they often feel like snapping at them and getting mad but hold back most of the time cuz they know i would cry my eyes out if we even had a minor disagreement. the only times they dont stay quiet abt it is when i agree w them (typically out of confusion on my part).

they also seem to b the main source of our whole "we are the only real people. everyone else doesnt actually exist. no one has real emotions or lives, we're the only ones who actually exist." thing. so thats a bit telling of one reason why they dont like many people. this happens especially with our brother and most people we see once and never again. they also feel this when they see others in sexual, romantic/romance adjacent, or generally affectionate (?) relationships.

its.. very strange to see others be in love and then only have the thoughts and vibes of "thats not right! why are they doing that? thats disgusting, i cant believe thats something they would do in front of us! what the fuck! that looks/is so unnatural!" etc. etc. its like.. x20 strength when we witness someone we're close to doing it. we've been in relationships before, and the feeling only gets worse as time goes on while we were in the relationship.

it also happens to ANY physical touch. handshakes, fist bumps, hugs, kisses (platonic or not), hair touching, cuddling etc. is all disgusting to them (and whoever is close enough to feel it too)

its. also very difficult to get their approval. i think i understand what "they dont like many people, so dont be surprised if they dont like you" means now. they even have neutral feelings towards the other members of the system, and they only like me moderately enough to talk to me.

so uh. i think its safe to say hollow is our main holder/source of repulsion towards people and any sort of relationships. i was wondering where the feelings would come from because they seemed to come and go at random, but i think i got it now :P

#🌀 #🐾 #our posts #cw vent #vent cw

[foilfreak]

Beauty and Her Beast: Chapter 4

Warning: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

(Link to ao3 version in comments below)

Upon returning to the surface again, Mother Miranda seems confused, but mostly relieved, that Salvatore did not show interest in lingering in the village any longer than necessary. Though Salvatore did end up needing to stay for one last brief conversation, in which he and Mother Miranda discussed various parts of Nadine’s file, as well as finalized the date and approximate time in which Salvatore could expect the villagers to arrive at the reservoir gate with his gift in tow.

2 days from now, was the final agreement, as it would ensure that Salvatore would be the first of the Lords to receive his gift, making up for the fact that he was the last of them to pick. It also permitted him the luxury of some spare time to prepare a new permanent living environment of some kind for his gift. Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.

Regardless, Once their conversation finally concluded, Salvatore bid his beloved Mother a quick, but appropriately appreciative thank you and goodbye, before closing the large wooden door to the meeting room and trudging back out into the cold, harsh winter snow. Despite a lack of improvement in the weather since Salvatore’s initial journey into the village, the mutant man maintained a solid pace through the snowy paths, seemingly uninhibited by the forceful winds attempting to throw him from his course.

With little time remaining, Salvatore wanted to return to his reservoir as quickly as possible to begin making preparations; though, what exactly it was he was supposed to do in order to prepare for a tiny, beautiful, and apparently violent cadou-mutant woman to begin living in his reservoir with him, once again, Salvatore still had no idea.

Grimacing in frustration, the hooded man wracked his brain for something to do, some way for him to make a good “first” impression with his new gift when she finally arrives. Something that would catch her fancy and hopefully convince her that, despite his terrifying appearance, he wouldn’t harm her and merely wanted to be friends.

Well… technically speaking Salvatore wanted a great deal more than just friendship from the young woman, however given how low his chances are of ever achieving the former, the mutant man decided that he’d happily squash his vile and disgusting desires down deep within himself if it meant he’d gain at least something similar to a friendship with Nadine.

He’d been doing the same with Mother for all these years, so it wasn’t like it was going to be difficult… hopefully.

Upon returning to his reservoir finally, Salvatore retreated from the harsh weather, deciding that he’d likely have a much easier time cleaning if he waited the snowstorm out and got started in the morning, instead. Once the skies had cleared and the sun had just begun to peak over the mountaintop horizon however, Salvatore immediately set to work cleaning up the areas surrounding the reservoir.

It wasn’t until after several hours of diligent gathering and disposing of the numerous unsightly piles of rotting wood and garbage lying around, that the unusually bright and hopeful atmosphere surrounding the reservoir was rudely disrupted by a surprise visitor Salvatore would have never seen coming in a million years.

“HEY, FISHFACE, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? I gotta talk to you about something, so hurry up and crawl out of your sewer system so we can get this over with, already” Karl’s rough and booming voice echoed out from somewhere within the reservoir.

Salvatore flinches in fearful surprise at the demanding voice, wondering what on earth could possibly have brought Karl, the notorious recluse of the family who never left his factory unless bribed or threatened, all the way out here to the reservoir. And to speak to HIM, on top of all that too.

Despite not feeling like subjecting himself to Karl’s recent tendency toward physical abuse disguised as “brotherly affection”, Salvatore sighs and swims his way toward his younger brother’s voice anyways, knowing that ignoring Karl would only prompt the younger man to actually enter the reservoir in search of him, which was the absolute last thing Salvatore needed right now.

“Mornin’, brother! It’s about fuckin’ time you answered the door. You were taking so long I was beginning to wonder if you’d finally decided to run away and live out the rest of your life as an actual fish, like I suggested to you at the last “family” meeting” Karl says bluntly, clad his characteristic attire of green sunglasses, a brown hat atop his head, a long tan trench coat covering his day clothes, various items strung around his neck, and large titanium hammer.

“H-hello, Karl... W-why is it th-that you’re h-here for?” Salvatore asks slowly, peering at the younger, but taller man from behind the only partially opened gate.

“Hey, hey, come on now, Sal, what’s with the cold welcome? Am I not allowed to visit my favorite older brother without a specific rhyme or reason. I think you’ll be surprised to know that I was actually already in the area, and wanted to stop by and see if you were in the mood for a chat. You know, like old times?” Karl says defensively, placing both his hands up as Salvatore narrows his eyes at the younger man.

Salvatore was a lot of things, but stupid most certainly wasn’t one of them, regardless of what other people thought. While it might be true that, when Karl was first introduced to the family as a child following his successful cadou mutation, they had something of a positive older-younger brother relationship that lasted a good many years into Karl’s adulthood, that relationship has been growing progressively shakier and unstable over the past few years, at least it has during the times Karl has acted like Salvatore wasn’t the only one to reach out and attempt to connect with the emotionally volatile, but secretly terrified young boy, when he first arrived.

Deep down, Salvatore still had something of a soft spot for Karl, a soft spot that he occasionally allowed himself to indulge in whenever Karl wasn’t acting like a royal asshole, but those moments of peace and solidarity between oldest and youngest brother had been few and far in between recently. Not to mention that Salvatore would be lying if he said he wasn’t growing increasingly more suspicious and distrustful of Karl and whatever secrets the younger man was hiding in that factory of his. He hadn’t the slightest idea what he could be up to, but something told Salvatore that Karl had more reason to be here than just pure coincidence.

“P-perhaps… what i-is it that you w-want to t-talk about?” Salvatore replies curtly, not wanting to just go along with whatever Karl wanted, but for some reason still willing to give the younger man a chance to prove himself.

Taking a brief moment to look over both his shoulders, Karl places the heavy end of his hammer on the ground and leans inward toward Salvatore, lowering his voice as he whispers, “You see your gift from Mother yet?”

This question took Salvatore by surprise, not expecting the gifts Mother Miranda had given them to be the reason why Karl was here.

“I… I h-have… why?” The disfigured man asks curiously, pushing the gate open a little further so that Karl, despite Salvatore’s earlier reservations toward the younger man, could squeeze his way inside.

Upon entering through the gate, Karl immediately takes 2 cigars out of his back pocket and lights the first one. “Curiosity mostly… but also cuz I think there’s more to this whole “gift” thing than Miranda wants us to believe,” the bespeckled man says, blowing a lungful of smoke out his nose as he offers Salvatore the second cigar. “You still smoke, old man?”

“I-I… I r-really shouldn’t” Salvatore says, turning his back toward Karl’s outstretched hand, even as the wonderfully woody scent fills his nose and his mouth begins to water.

“Oooooh, but something tells me you want to” Karl teases, sauntering over to the older man so that he could wave the fresh cigar in Salvatore’s face, chuckling in amusement when the fish mutant’s gaze locked onto and followed the unlit stick like a dog would a slab of meat.

“B-but it… M-Mother has s-said… m-many times… th-that she d-doesn’t like… doesn’t like when we s-smoke… because… uh, b-because...” Salvatore trails off, trying to remain strong for Mother Miranda, even as his self-control slowly continues to crack.

“Come on, lighten up a little bit, old man. It’s just one cigar. You smoked a pack of these things a day, like they were the only things keeping you going, both throughout my whole adolescence and, if what Duke says is to be trusted which we both know it is, well after I left for my factory, too. When the hell did you start being such a stick in the mud? No wonder I stopped hanging out with you, you’re like a fuckin’ parrot that repeats everything than goddamn woman says, it’s like I can’t escape her no matter where I fuckin’ go” Karl groans in a slightly childish tone of voice as he trudges forward to sit on one of the docks overlooking the calm water below.

Salvatore slowly moves to join him as he says, “S-she’s right th-though… it r-really isn’t good… f-for you… I smoked e-everyday for m-many years... an-and now I’m p-paying for my i-ignorance… Mother o-only nags at you… b-because she c-cares… and s-she’s always r-right… in the e-end...”

“Oh, fuck what Miranda says, I’m tired of that woman. Always telling us what to do and then thinking that pushing a couple of failed experiments onto us as “gifts” will make up for the fact that she’s disappearing off the face of the planet without a single trace and not telling us when she’ll be back. As far as I’m concerned, when Miranda’s not here, she’s not the boss of me. And the same goes for you, too” Karl says, roughly punching Salvatore in the shoulder.

“I-I don’t… I don’t think th-that’s how this w-works, Karl” Salvatore counters. “Even w-with Mother l-leaving us… f-for a t-time... we still h-have to make s-sure that th-things c-continue on… continue on as p-planned… or e-else we’ll really b-be in trouble… w-when she g-gets back.”

“Maybe,” Karl says thoughtfully, before taking another drag of his cigar. “I don’t know… I just have a sinking feeling that there’s something weird going on behind the scenes and these “gifts”, that she’s giving us, are nothing more than distractions to keep us entertained while she goes and does… whatever the fuck it is she plans on doing while she’s gone.”

Salvatore pauses for a moment, briefly remembering back to when Mother first told him that she’d be leaving the village to go “visit someone”, who she believed could be very important to their mission of reviving Mother’s long lost baby, Eva. Although he hadn’t thought very much of it at the time, the mutant man also remembers Mother saying something about how well Nadine would do at “keeping him occupied” until she finally returned, and maybe even after that, too. But why would Mother Miranda want or need him to be “occupied” when she got back? Wouldn’t she want to share her findings with him so they could work toward creating a vessel to revive Eva in? Wouldn’t she want to see and speak to him again after being away for so long?

Or maybe… could… could Karl actually be onto something here? Salvatore felt terrible doubting Mother Miranda, but he’d be lying if he said that Karl didn’t have a point about Mother’s behavior seeming odd, now that he was in the proper headspace to go back and analyze the memory properly, at least.

“B-but… if Mother h-has gone o-out of her w-way… to make sure that w-we won’t be l-lonely... w-while she’s away… isn’t th-that a… a good th-thing… doesn’t that m-mean she c-cares a-bout us... enough to… e-enough to do something l-like this?” Salvatore asks nervously, watching the younger man intently as he contemplates his response.

“I guess so, at least when you word it like that, it does. But something tells me there’s more to this than she’s led us to believe. She’s got something planned, and she’s definitely after something, and once she gets her hands on it, who the hell knows what’ll happen… whatever it is though, I doubt it’ll be very good, for any of us.”

“D-don’t say th-things l-like that… I-I’m sure M-Mother has a-a reason… a reason w-why she’s leaving… an-and if she d-doesn’t tell us w-what it is… b-before she leaves… th-then Im sure… I’m sure sh-she’ll tell u-us when she g-gets back… she’ll l-let us in o-on her p-plan… wh-when she’s ready… an-and then… once e-everything is… said a-and done… we c-can revive… r-revive Eva… and b-be a real f-family… a-at long l-last… isn’t th-that what w-we a-all want, after a-all… a f-family?” Salvatore asks, hoping this was doing something to ease the younger man’s clearly agitated mind.

What on earth it was that was causing so much turmoil as it flew around inside Karl’s head, Salvatore had no idea. But something about the bespectacled man’s unusually contemplative and concerned mood, coupled with the fact that he’d only punched Salvatore once since his arrival, was beginning to leave an acidic taste in the deformed man’s mouth.

Karl really and truly thought something was wrong, and the younger man’s continued insistence upon this fact was beginning to make Salvatore very very anxious.

Perhaps it was the unusually good and excited mood that Salvatore was in due to the near arrival of his gift, or maybe it was that soft spot for Karl I mentioned earlier, but regardless of the reason, Salvatore felt the odd need to help alleviate the younger man’s bad mood, just like he used to do for him back when Karl was still barely taller than his shoulder.

Mother Miranda certainly wouldn’t be pleased if she found out that Salvatore had broken his mandatory sobriety despite her explicit orders to avoid smoking so his experiment results wouldn't be hindered. That being said however, Miranda always seemed to want her 4 children to get along and be close, like real siblings, so Salvatore supposed that he could allow himself a break from his smoking break so long as, if Miranda did manage to find out somehow, he could get himself out of trouble by spinning it as a rare moment of sibling bonding between the oldest and youngest siblings, rather than the reality of the situation.

“I… I’ll t-take that cigar… if you’re n-not gonna smoke it… th-that is” Salvatore says, a small chuckle escaping him when Karl cheers in delight, practically throwing both the lighter and the cigar into the deformed man’s hands.

Salvatore’s first breath of the cigar is nothing short of heavenly once he finally lights it and takes a drag, and its moments like these when the mutant man finds himself secretly grateful that Karl hasn’t listened to a goddamn word Mother Miranda has said in nearly 4 decades.

A long period of silence passes as both brothers merely sit beside one another and secretly enjoy each other’s company.

“Miranda let me pick my gift first, so I didn’t get to see where the others went. Who did you end up with?” Karl asks, finally breaking the silence.

“T-the… the sh-short one,” Salvatore replies, “with b-blue skin, black h-hair, a-and, uh… oh, an-and white d-dots… all o-over her… l-like freckles… fins t-too”

“Oh ya, I remember that one. Gorgeous little thing, she was” Karl says, nodding his head in appreciation as a devilish smile spreads across his unshaven lips. “With quite the… voluptuous figure too, if I remember correctly.”

“I… well… I-I don’t know i-if… I d-didn’t... shut up...” Salvatore mumbles under his breath, taking a long drag from his cigar as Karl throws his head back laughing like a hyena at his older brother’s sudden bashfulness.

“Ah, come on, Sal, don’t be such a downer all the fuckin’ time, I’m just teasing. I know you still think about shit like that, too, even if you’ve managed to convince Alcina and everybody else that you’re just an innocent little follower who hasn’t had an independent, or dirty thought of his own since the cadou took hold. You used to be a fuckin’ doctor for crying out loud, and you’re still annoyingly the person Miranda goes to first whenever she has a new experiment in mind, cuz you’re smart AND she can trust you. You might look like you fell off the truck that was taking you and your fishy friends to market, but I’ve known you too long for that bullshit act of yours to work on me.”

“Act?” Salvatore asks, genuinely confused by what Karl means.

“You know, that stupid fuckin’ “moronic freak” act you do whenever Miranda’s around. The one where you act like you don’t know what the fuck is going on or what something is so that she’ll take pity on how stupid and childish you’re acting and give you more attention. It’s pathetic to watch and I’m gettin’ sick of seeing you do it all the time. Knock it off, you’re better than that.”

“I’ll… um… b-be sure not to… to m-make it s-seem as… uh… I’ll k-keep that in m-mind” Salvatore finally says, casting his gaze down to his pants for a moment, unsure how to feel about how… friendly and kind Karl was being all of a sudden. Salvatore knew Karl secretly cared about him, the brat does far too many conveniently nice things for him throughout the year for him not to, but hearing the younger man voice his surprisingly high opinion of him was definitely shocking, though still quite touching, all the while.

“W-which gift… d-did you end u-up… getting, Karl? I d-didn’t get t-the chance to… to s-see the others… M-Mother only showed me Nadi-er… my g-gift” Salvatore asks, deciding, at the last second, against using his gift’s real name lest Karl be given even more artillery to tease and riddle him with.

“Eh, just some tall dark haired broad. I think Miranda said something about her being Indian, or something along those lines.”

“O-oh… d-did Mother say a-anything about… whether she’s actually f-from here… o-or did she immigrate… f-from India?” Salvatore asks, tilting his head curiously as this new information about Karl’s gift piques his interest.

Karl stares at Salvatore with a look of confusion for a moment, his mouth opening and closing silently like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words for it. Until, “Aren’t Indians from America?”

The sound of Salvatore’s right palm making firm and painful contact with the back of Karl’s head echoes across the reservoir almost as loudly as the following cry of pain from the man himself.

“OW! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?” Karl roars angrily, pushing himself to his feet while he rubs at the back of his head, hat lopsided and barely hanging on to his head and green glasses no longer perched upon his nose, likely sinking to the murky lake floor just below the docks they were sitting on.

“I d-didn’t spend… th-the better part o-of 15 years… p-pounding an education... i-into y-your th-thick head... for you t-to say… f-for you to b-be spouting dumb shit… l-like that” Salvatore growls in annoyance, eying the taller man with a look that even he wouldn’t dare argue against, at least not with Sal he wouldn’t.

It’s moments like these when Salvatore is very happy that Karl, for as strong and fearless as he is now as a fully grown adult, is still just a little bit afraid of him after all these years. Not because of anything bad or horrifically traumatic of course, especially considering how often Salvatore had gone out of his way to ensure Karl had the least traumatic upbringing he could possibly provide the young boy, given both their situations. As much as he hated to admit it, even Karl would agree that Salvatore had done a pretty decent job of not fucking him up anymore than he already was, which the younger man would secretly always be thankful for. However, even a person as naively patient and serving toward others as Salvatore had his breaking point, and all it took was one especially bad day, resulting in the one and only time Salvatore has ever left a mark upon the younger man’s skin, for Karl to realize that Salvatore was the last person in this godforsaken village he wanted to purposefully make an enemy out of.

Thankfully, their relationship never suffered negatively from that one-off event, but it did force the two to come to a mostly unspoken agreement that has remained present and active, if slightly ignored at certain times, from that point forward. Agreement or not however, Salvatore could never bring himself to harm Karl like that again, even if he wanted to, which was probably the main reason why Karl was still the most comfortable around him, even after all these years. It was a secret they shared between them, and them alone, and it would be one that he would cherish for the rest of his life, as Karl would secretly cherish the kindness and brotherly love Salvatore had treated him with for all these years. They were brothers, regardless of whether they got along or not, and nothing in the would world would be able to change that.

That being said however, Karl was about to be in for a very rude awakening if he thought he could just do and say whatever the hell he wanted around Salvatore without there being any consequences.

“‘A-aren’t Indians f-from A-America?’ G-good grief... I o-oughta throttle y-you for th-that one” Salvatore grumbles through another drag of his cigar, shaking his head in utter disbelief and disappointment. Karl was so intelligent, and yet he could be so stupid sometimes that it physically hurt Salvatore to think about.

“But there ARE Indians in America, aren’t there? I know I’m not wrong here” Karl defends aggressively, his anger quickly giving way to embarrassment when Salvatore raises his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration and annoyance.

“Th-they’re called N-Native Americans... f-first of all... they w-were only c-called I-Indians... b-because the g-guy... the moron who f-first sailed t-to the A-Americas... w-was actually... looking for I-India... the r-real India... b-but back th-then... you h-had to go all th-the way... a-around Africa... to g-get there... but he th-thought h-he could do... d-do it a d-different w-way... he thought h-he could f-find India... by s-sailing straight f-from S-Spain... and g-going around the whole w-world... until h-he came b-back around... an-and hit Asia” Salvatore explained slowly, hoping to maintain his delusion that Karl had, in fact, paid attention to at least some of the lessons he gave the boy throughout their time together, even if it wasn’t actually true.

“But he didn’t. He hit the Americas and started calling the locals Indians cuz the guy, what’s-his-face... Columbine... Columbus... whatever, was dumb enough to think he was in India and not a totally different landmass” Karl finishes, looking like he at least remembered hearing about his information before, which was good enough for Salvatore.

Despite the grimace still etched onto his face, Karl groans in annoyed defeat and slinks back down to sit next to Salvatore, still cradling the back of his head.

“Anyways, as i was saying before I was so rudely interrupted with a goddamn history lesson-”

“You w-want another s-smack?” Salvatore threatens, mildly amused when Karl pauses his dramatic retelling, before sliding just a few inches to the right, away from Salvatore’s preferred disciplining hand.

Coughing slightly, Karl continues. “Anyways… going back to my “finding the silver lining” idea, or whatever the fuck its called. This whole “gift” thing might actually work out kinda nice for me in the long run, especially since the one I got looked like she was strong and could handle herself in a rough and tumble environment. If she proves herself, I’m planning on turning her into my assistant” Karl explains casually. “As much as I hate working with other people, normally, I’ve got some projects that would really benefit from a second pair of hands, so I’m attempting to make a “silver lining” moment out of this bullshit “gift” thing Miranda’s tryin to do and just hope and pray that things work out in my favor. Though, to be fair, if things with this girl don’t go well, I could always use her body for a cool idea I’ve had cooked up for a while now. What about you? What are you planning on doing with your new little toy once it finally arrives?”

Salvatore merely shrugs his shoulders. “It w-would be nice… i-if we c-could be f-friends… somehow… but…”

“Ya… you’re not exactly working with the latest and greatest set up, huh? Even a mutant girl might need a little bit to get adjusted to a face like that” Karl says.

“That’s c-certainly one way o-of p-putting it” Salvatore replies dejectedly.

Karl flinches slightly, which surprises Salvatore, since the younger man has a habit of caring very little for how his words affect those around him. Why on earth was he being so considerate, all of a sudden?

“Look, uh… what I meant to say was that… ok, so maybe you’re not like, the best looking guy ever, but like…” Karl stammers and stutters, trying desperately to figure out what he wants to say but seemingly coming up short every time.

Salvatore narrows his eyes again, suspicion returning. “You’re h-hiding something f-from me… w-what are you a-after, Karl?” Salvatore asks seriously, fixing the younger man with a stern look that he knows Karl recognizes.

“Hey, don’t you give me that fuckin’ look. I am too fuckin’ old for you to be looking at me like that, what am I, 12?” Karl asks.

“You c-certainly act l-like it… most of th-the time” Salvatore grumbles under his breath.

Karl clearly heard him, but knew better than to argue with the water not even a foot below where the two were currently sitting, his sunglasses having already taken a nice little dive as punishment for his big mouth. Salvatore might have only agreed to speak with Karl because the latter had demanded it, but they were still very much in Salvatore’s territory, and it wasn’t even a question of who had the topographical advantage should an “argument” actually break out between them.

Karl is strong, nobody can deny that. But Salvatore has the home advantage, and they both know it.

After a moment of tense staring, Karl finally breaks first, sighing heavily before tossing his finished cigar cap into the water below them, a crime Salvatore briefly contemplates knocking the younger man in for, before deciding against it, knowing, with his luck, that it would only come back to bite him in the ass later.

“Alright look,” Karl finally says, a look of frustrated determination on his face, “I don’t know what Miranda really has planned past her whole “get a suitable vessel for Eva” obsession, or what she’s really after on this mission of hers… but something about this whole situation going on recently just doesn’t feel right to me, and I think we need to do something about it before something bad happens and we all somehow end up dead. Now, I'm not 100% sure why I’m talking about this with the head of Miranda’s fuckin’ fanclub, but considering what my other 2 options were it wasn’t like I had much of a damn choice. My only saving grace right now is the fact that you’ll at least occasionally listen to fuckin’ reason, given your gaping maw can be yanked from Miranda’s tit long enough to hear me out, that is. It’s certainly better than my chances with Lady Super-sized Bitch and Crazy Psycho Doll, over there.”

“Are you s-sure you’re n-not just being p-paranoid?” Salvatore asks slowly, not wanting to offend Karl by outright stating he didn’t believe the younger man’s hunch, but also trying to figure out if Karl actually has something to be concerned about, or if he’s just looking for an excuse to badmouth Miranda.

“No, no no no, don’t you do this to me too, Sal” Karl begs in frustration. “You can go about the rest of your life loving the absolute shit out of that crazy woman if you want to and I won’t say a goddamn thing about it, but I need you to promise me, and I mean promise me, that if you see or hear something weird regarding Miranda and this little “trip” she’s about to go on, you come tell me so that we can at least make sure our own asses are covered when shit hits the fan.”

“Well… I-I uh…”

“Come on, Sal. None of these psychotic assholes have ever had my back like you, and that’s exactly the reason why I’m telling you all this” Karl says honestly, catching Salvatore off guard with the oddly familiar wording.

“I know I can be a royal fucking pain in the ass most of the time and that I’m not always the… nicest to you… even though you did kinda do... a bit for me here and there when I was a little tyke... But none of that matters now, because even if Miranda isn’t trying to hide something from us, with the two of us banded together, we could do whatever the hell we wanted while she’s gone, and neither of the other shitheads would be able to tell us otherwise. What do you say, Sal? Come on, you and me, together, just like when I was a kid, remember?” Karl asked excitedly, his eyes shimmering in boyish glee as he spouts off all the things they’d be able to get away with when Miranda finally left, the torment they’d be able to unleash upon Alcina being a particular favorite of Karl’s, it would seem.

Salvatore remained silent for a moment, contemplating the deal he’d just been given.

It’s… not a terrible deal, at least compared to some of the previous deals Salvatore has been offered in the past. It wasn’t like him agreeing to “ally” himself with Karl was a direct declaration of war against Mother Miranda or anything like that, merely a mutual effort that would guarantee safety for both him and Karl should Mother’s plan not go exactly as she wanted, which scientific experiments were known to do. Not to mention that giving Alcina a good messing with did sound like quite a bit of fun.

Maybe… maybe Karl was right. Maybe Salvatore was being a bit too much of a stick in the mud. It was just Karl after all, who Salvatore had practically raised, starting from the boy’s arrival into the family at 6 years old and more or less up until his factory was completed just after his 22nd birthday. Karl could certainly be a handful for even the most powerful individuals, but even on his worst days, he always found some backwards, convoluted way to apologize for his behavior.

“W-well… I-I’m not s-sure… I d-don’t know how I f-feel about… about d-doing things th-that Mother… wouldn’t a-approve of… just b-because sh-she’s gone...”

“But...” Karl continued for him.

“B-but I suppose… k-keeping each other u-updated… when we f-find… or h-hear s-something weird is… wouldn’t be… wouldn’t be th-the worst idea… in th-the world… e-even if it just t-turns out that… we w-were just being p-paranoid.”

“Excellent! That’s just what I was hoping to hear” Karl says triumphantly, standing up.

“A-are you l-leaving, already?”

“Ya” Karl affirms, “I’ve got work to do at the factory, and based on the look of things here, you were busy with a project of your own it looks like.”

Salvatore nods, pocketing his freshly finished cigar cap for later, proper, disposal. “I c-can’t even remember… the l-last time I… p-properly cleaned this p-place… it l-looks so m-much nicer… even w-without being f-fully finished…”

“Good for you. My own property could probably do with a good cleaning of its own now that you mention it. If nothing else though, I’m sure your new little lady friend will appreciate that you picked up the place for her arrival.”

“Y-you think s-so?” Salvatore asks.

Karl shrugs his shoulders. “Who knows with chicks, they’re unpredictable, but I suppose it’s possible. Then again, maybe not considering who you ended up with. I don’t know the full story or anything like that, but based on what I heard from Miranda, that blue bitch you went with was the craziest one of them all. Practically tore her pod apart the first time Miranda tried to put her in it, and caused all sorts of other damage throughout her mutation phase too, not that I blame the poor girl. I’d tear that whole lab right out from under the surface and set it ablaze if I could. Going back down there after so many years… I was puking like you for the rest of the fuckin’ day when I finally got out of that hellhole. Stomach still feels a little nauseous if I’m being honest...”

“I-I’m sorry… to h-hear that” Salvatore says, though Karl is quick to brush him off.

“Eh, don’t worry about it. I’m a big boy and I can handle myself. But do we have a deal? Keep each other in the loop whenever we hear anything… strange or abnormal about Mother Miranda or her special little mission?”

Salvatore pauses for a moment, thinking one last time about whether this was a good idea, before finally shrugging his shoulders and nodding. “Y-yes, we h-have a deal… b-but just remember something, Karl… 40 years d-didnt do… nearly as m-much for your p-poker face as i-it did for your s-smart mouth. If I c-catch you lying to m-me-”

“Ya, ya, ya, you’ll chop up my body and toss my remains in the lake to feed the fishes, I’ve heard that one a million times before” Karl interrupts. “Don’t worry, Sal, if I was planning on lying to you at any point throughout this process, you’d have already caught me by now. Even I know better than to try pulling a fast one over the walking fuckin’ lie detector.”

“I’m h-holding you to th-that, Karl” Salvatore calls over his shoulder as the younger man stands and begins heading toward the gate to return to his factory, chuckling lightly when Karl returns his warning with a middle finger.

“Take it easy, old man. And let me know how that crazy fish bitch you ended up with turns out. If all else fails I’ll turn her into a nice stuffed pillow for you” the bespeckled man says, throwing his head back in laughter as though he’d told a funny joke, before adding, “And I’d better get my sunglasses back within the week, or else I’m draining the whole fucking reservoir so I can find them myself. Don’t think I won’t do it, old man.”

Salvatore merely returns the middle finger, a response that Karl seems to appreciate, if the wolfish howl of laughter the younger man let's out says anything, at least.

‘Cheeky brat. Always plotting something’ Salvatore thinks fondly to himself as he slips back into the water to continue cleaning the reservoir, quickly grabbing the green sunglasses that had sunk to the bottom and pocketing them to return to Karl later. He pauses for a moment when a thought crosses his mind.

Within the past 24 hours, both Mother Miranda and Karl had been… unusually kind and affectionate toward Salvatore, which pleased but also confused the twisted man.

Karl was easy enough to explain away, the younger man has been flip flopping between periods where he likes and spends time with Salvatore, and periods where he’d sooner set himself on fire than be in the same room as his older brother, since the day they met, so as far as Salvatore was concerned, Karl’s behavior was hardly breaking news, though perhaps a bit surprising given everything going on with Mother’s gifts. Mother Miranda, however, was a different story.

Usually more distant and hands-off in her parenting ways, Miranda had been uncharacteristically affectionate toward the disfigured man the night before, going as far as to openly praise Salvatore for all his hard work and even hold him without being asked to. It had been such a wonderful experience at the time and yet, the more Salvatore thought about it, the stranger and stranger the behavior seemed, especially now that Karl had confronted him.

Speaking of Karl… Mother seemed quite upset with him when she spoke of him the night before. Going as far as to badmouth him specifically, calling him a ‘conniving little snake’, despite the younger man usually being her favorite by a country mile. Had Karl done something to incur Mother’s wrath? Is that why Karl came all the way over here to make that deal with him? Is he trying to rally the 4 lords to rebel against Mother Miranda?

No... No, no no no, that couldn’t be true, there’s no way.

Even Karl, for all his incredible intellect and hunger for power, was too afraid of Mother Miranda to ever try anything as drastic as that. That being said however, even though Salvatore doubted that Karl would ever try to rebel against Mother Miranda, it did seem like the younger man was trying very hard to get Salvatore onto his side for some reason. In fact, both Karl AND Mother Miranda appeared to be trying to sway the eldest Lord in their favor, though for what reason, he still had no idea.

It was definitely something that made Salvatore slightly wary of the both of them, though.

There’s nothing in this world that Salvatore hates more than doubting his beloved Mother, but even he couldn’t write this oddity of a situation off as a mere one-off incident or sudden change of Miranda’s tune. Mother has been acting very strangely recently, doing things she wouldn’t normally do and acting overly affectionate as if to try and throw everyone off her tracks, and the longer Salvatore thought about it, the more he couldn’t help but wonder, as painful as it was to admit, if maybe Karl was actually onto something.

Logically, he knows that Karl is just being Karl, looking to stir up some trouble for his own, and supposedly Salvatore’s, amusement, and that Mother Miranda is likely just trying to enjoy the time she has left with her children before she leaves on her mission. However, something in the back of Salvatore’s mind can’t help but wonder if maybe there’s more going on than he’s been led to believe by either of them. And as if this situation couldn’t get any more confusing for the deformed man, now his overly anxious and analytical mind was beginning to understand what Karl meant when he said there was something strange going on, no matter how much the rest of him practically screamed to just listen to Miranda like he always has.

Shaking his head of his scrambled thoughts and turning his focus back to his work, Salvatore decides that the best thing he can do right now is keep an ear to the ground on both Mother Miranda AND Karl, just to be fair. He still isn't sure if he plans on being 100% honest with Karl regarding their deal, but he supposes that maintaining a good relationship with the younger man wouldn’t hurt in the event he turned out to be right and Mother’s plan backfired on all of them.

Besides, if Karl did turn out to be right, and Salvatore was ready for if things took a bad turn, he could still be there to rescue Mother Miranda and ensure she’s brought to safety along with them. He’ll have successfully fulfilled his family duties to both Karl and Mother Miranda, without ever having to actually choose which side he was definitively on. A perfect plan if the mutant man says so himself. Now the only thing left to do between now and whenever things started getting interesting was work on the reservoir and wait for his gift to finally arrive, his mood regarding this whole situation greatly improved thanks to Karl’s visit.

Hopefully, if things went well, he’d have some exciting news to tell the younger man the next time they met up.

Maybe he’d even have a new friend to introduce.

#Salvatore moreau #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 village #resident evil 8: village #Karl heisenberg #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #moreau x oc #Salvatore moreau x oc #Salvatore moreau x reader #Moreau x reader #beauty and her beast #chapter 4 #fic #fanfic #mine #beauty and the beast

[angelyuji]

Yandere Sara Lance + Rip Hunter Headcanons

ayoo!! im rewatching dc’s legends of tomorrow cuz it’s literally the best show ever and i keep remembering my love for rip hunter and sara lance so HERE rip and sara yandere headcanons :) these hcs will take place in season 1.

cw // Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, mentions of bodily harm to others, yandere behavior, sara lance being a “great” girlfriend, rip hunter being an “amazing” boyfriend, delusion, toxic behavior, anger issues, physical abuse, ignoring toxic behavior

Sara Lance:

· she’s literally a trained assassin

· she could watch you from literally anywhere and you wouldn’t even know

· a whole k i l l e r

· anyone who hurts you ends up in the hospital with multiple severe injuries and crying to you about how sorry they are

· you’re like… “thanks???? i guess???”

· but anyway

· sara probably saw you somewhere in the timeline and went “goddamn, they’re fine, anD ADORABLE??”

· clumsy, cute, independent but not, book smart but not street smart, somewhat innocent people are her type

· she likes being the shoulder to lean on, she likes helping you, super super soft with you omg

· she would use the jump ship to “visit” you in different points in time to learn about you, and the more she learns, the more she falls for you

· she doesn’t fall right away, but through each time she visits you, she starts falling in love

· she would most definitely kidnap you, no matter your important to the timeline

· she wouldn’t tell the team until they accidently find you, passed out with tears streaked across your face

· they’re all, “wtF SARA??”

· and sara’s like, “we’re not taking them back, i love them and they love me and if you make me, i’m leaving with them :)”

· and rip’s like, “uhhhghhhhhhhh, fineee i guess.”

· she’s not that bad of yandere, just kidnap-y

· she does truly love you; she could never hurt you

· she doesn’t want you to think of her as a blood-thirsty, undead assassin but as your loving, comforting, wonderful girlfriend

· even when you’re being difficult (read: getting angry and trying to get her to take you back home), she won’t hurt you or be like a typical yandere, she won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to

· she’s sweet like that, but you won’t ever go back home, eventually (once you realize trying to get the others to take you back won’t work) you stop trying and force yourself to love her

-

Rip Hunter:

· okay so sara might be cool, but rip??? he’s pretty much a big bitch

· he’s all about restoring the timeline and not doing anything to mess it up

· until you, of course

· bitches get lonely after losing a wife and child ig… lol

· he might have seen you on a mission, and he went “woah” in British!

· you’re stubborn and brave and kind and so so selfless…kinda reminds him of his wife…you see where i’m going with this?

· he loves you so much, you’re so similar to his wife and her bravery, there was no way he wouldn’t have fallen for you

· no matter how important you are to the timeline, rip won’t be able to hold back from taking you, protecting you from savage and every evil in the universe

· “please rip, i don’t even know you” you beg.

· “you don’t have to know me, i know you, my love” rip cups your face in his hand.

· as much as he loves you, mans anger issues gets in the way of that love

· exploding at you every time you mention going home

· “YOU CAN’T GO HOME. I’M TRYING TO KEEP YOU SAFE.” rip pulled at his hair as he yells at your tied-up form.

· “YOU KIDNAPPED ME, YOU MANIAC! LET ME GO!” you scream back.

· “I’M PROTECTING YOU! WHY? why are you angering me like this, you. are. mine. and i will protect you no matter how much you resist.”

· the others will be pissed that he plucked you out of your time, but with reassurance that you’re as unimportant as them (even if you’re actually not), they’ll let it be

· no amount of begging will get them to betray their captain (no matter how much he pisses them off), and if anything, some of them might help in keeping an eye on you

· he genuinely believes he’s doing the right thing; he believes that he has saved you, the one he loves, unlike how he couldn’t save Miranda

· and omg if you’re a snide, condescending bitch, he’d fucking hate it, he’d lose his freaking shit

· “god, (y/n), please just stay here. don’t go into Bridge. It’s not safe.” rip moves to hold you, but you move out of the way. you had gone to get something from the kitchen and see if you could get Gideon to break you out.

· “right, cause i CHOOSE to be here. i CHOOSE to be stuck here with your, insane, ass and the rest of your idiotic, oblivious, bone-headed, piece of shit friends.” you get into rip’s face with a smirk as you see him

· “(Y/N), you know I hate when you act like this.”

· “ha…ha…ha…i don’t give a SINGULAR SHIT, HUNTER” you spit into rip’s face, you see his eyes narrow before he pushes you back. you stumble back, but hold your ground.

· “how…dare you talk to me like that, (y/n), i am your ONE.” rip growls at you you refuse to back down, unafraid. rip pushes you once more, in one swift motion, his hand lands a crisp slap across your face. you stumble back onto the bed, stunned. your cheek starting to glow red.

· “this behavior,” he motions to you, “cannot happen again, my love, because i will not hesitate to put you back in your place.”

· you’re stuck with rip for the rest of time…sorry :)

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#like and reblog for my fellow yandere and legends stans :) #dc legends of tomorrow #sara lance #rip hunter #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere sara lance #yandere rip hunter #sara lance x reader #rip hunter x reader #yandere #kidnapping #waverider #gideon #stockhom syndrome #physical abuse #toxic relationship #mentions of injury to others #delusion #anger issues #hope yall like #i love sara and rip #check tags

[dirtyrottenraskel]

my take on yueki's personalities

yue 

notes / personality

cocky (but also like understated confidence - r e g a l af) 

kind of a nerd

maybe a little entitled, and a little bratty and suki loves to indulge her or to rile her up depending on her mood

books

seems soft but made of steel

strong sense of duty

socially intelligent - can be manipulative and suki (the dork) thinks it is so hot 

aloof queen bee typa beat

supportive, both in ur day to day and in going after your big moral life goals 

deep water - steady and powerful, often underestimated

untold depths, private yet surprisingly nurturing - master of deflecting away from herself

political nerd - well read, and when she has someone she trusts not to take advantage of her, she goes OFF 

distrusting of most people, has been used and ignored and underestimated her whole life

patient - homegirl knows how to play the long game

excellent at pai sho / chess 

she and suki have epic battles of wits - dif types of strategy but both are really into it and get a little too competitive (multiple board games have had to be replaced over the years)

loves travel bc wasn’t allowed to much, esp when she was sick 

was super repressed growing up - never let her be herself or really have any sort of independence

used to sneak out and wander around in rebellion and casually sabotage plans and decisions she didn’t agree with 

introverted, many opinions but keeps them to herself, discreet but well spoken

weaponizes secrets and information - doesn’t often use it but...she could

definitlyyyyy worries and overthinks and re-evaluates - worries ab social politics a lot

obsessive about picking things - wants it to be perfect

shes growing into her confidence as a leader

prefers quite intimate places

incredibly romantic

classic lit

planner for the future - visionary

kind / sweet / gentle - yes, but that’s also her “front” to a degree (seriously, i feel like she gets painted as so sweet and submissive and one dimensional by the fandom a lot of times and it freakin kills me)

INFJ-T (The Advocate) ((yes this is from 16p which i know is not super accurate but u can still catch her overall vibes from it ya know)

Creative/insightful/principled/compassionate/altruistic

sensitive/reluctant to open up/perfectionist/prone to burnout/not a fan of the ordinary

friendships / relationships

(<> indicates that they’re one of her best friends)

sokka - puppy love crushes, laugh ab it now, get into deep late night talks about responsibilities and leading, water tribe culture, prank wars (no one believes sokka when he says yue is a mean prank master (expect suki comes to see it in action lol))

katara - <> badass women friendship, totally would go to matches and protests together, tough girl shit, waterbending practice/duels - start of cautious, but then get rough in a good way bc they trust each other, they do water tribe food adventures together

toph - indulges her chaos, bonding over stupid royal upbringings, odd yet weirdly endearing pair

zuko - both sort of standoffish gay royals, but once they come to see that they are friends - take up similar spaces though, so only hang out in a group or rarely by themselves, they do hang out at like political parties and stuff when they get more comfortable together

aang - <> he has an impressive world view, yue is super studied and well read, so she and aang nerd out over past cultures together, and also their peace keeping nature, they have tea together often - usually after she and katara wipe the floor w/ each other

clothing / aesthetic:

blues and pale colors

classy and understated wealth

like those cute feminine button down shirts

dresses

like cold weather classy

complicated braids

sort of soft girl aesthetic?

pleated skirts !!!

i feel like she would wear ethically sourced fur (i don’t wear fur but idk how to get it in an ethical way - maybe it’s just fake??)

knit sweaters and skinny jeans and heeled ankle boots

light academia !!!

hella funky earrings - to mark her native pride and also cuz gay

from my readings, tattoos have a lot of cultural significance for Inuit women, and so i feel like yue would totally have some (when she comes of age ofc) 

suki

notes / personality 

extroverted 

also very strategic 

more spontaneous tho - will totally calculate the odds in a spilt second in her head and then just go for it

like still a careful planner, but willing to say fuck it, yolo if it seems right 

reflects on her mistakes, but more in like a healthy way - unless it was a leadership mistake, then it eats her up inside - worries more ab keeping her girls safe and making the right call

likes lively places

total bashful romantic

manages the present and the short term - realist

loves to do lists 

a little punch happy - loves to make violent threats, but also does it out of excitement and she’s just a really physical person tbh

steady, can come off as stubborn and abrasive but she really just wants what’s best for everyone she loves

harsh on herself and worries about her girls a lot 

always ends up in the oddest situations 

totally would kick someone’s ass for being racist/sexist/homophobic/etc 

dedicated to her training and her regime 

not a great cook, but she can manage 

would drink monsters 

has a weird relationship with femininity - took her awhile to reconcile strength and toughness and being assertive and aggressive with also wanting to feel pretty and feminine and embracing being a girl and how those things can coincide and amplify each other

abandonment issues - parents absent/dead 

was imprisoned - obvi she had several almost successful escape attempts, but she got really close to breaking 

was incredibly independent really early, grew up really fast and tries to make up for that now by sometimes being reckless 

tough/assertive/woman of action 

dry sense of humor/sarcastic - not good at nickname/pun humor tho

practical/dedicated/strong-willed/direct/honest/reliable/loyal/patient

stubborn/judgmental/difficult to relax/difficulty expressing emotions/too selfless 

friendships / relationships

(<> indicates that they’re one of her best friends)

sokka - <>  man they’re like platonic soulmates - she beat him up, and now they spar all the time, totally funny and crack jokes all the time, go skating together, they do shitty art together, and then show their lovers after zuko and yue come back from their high society mixers, broke her out of prison, m/f friendship !!! 

katara - also sparring buddies (suki will throw down at any literally moment (and tbh so will katara)), not close but will hang in a group - go to each other for advice 

toph - <> listen these two wreak havoc together, they help each other out a lot, i feel like they’re shopping buddies (similar enough style to frequent the same shops) toph knows suki won’t judge her for wanting to feel pretty and suki knows toph will be honest, they are both blunt sarcastic assholes and get along like a house on fire 

zuko - <> shows zuko how to like,,,enjoy things (and how to let go of some of that pressure to be always right and the adult and in charge bc they were raised with so much responsibility on their shoulders even tho they were just kids)? she is also super protective of him (once she trusts him), one of the only ppl who can match suki fully in hand to hand combat, both do the Disappointed Parent Look when the group falls into chaos, but by themselves, the two of them end up in hijinks

aang- suki enjoys his optimism and they’re just chill bros, they love exploring abandoned placed together 

clothing / aesthetic

sporty and skater mixed 

ripped jeans, crewnecks, vans 

green and yellow and dark red 

gym clothes/athleisure - lifting style gym clothes - cut off t-shirts and bike shorts

skirts too, likes to play into femininity

she’s a gold jewelry kinda girl - but stuff that won’t hinder her movements 

necklaces that end in the hollow of her throat & occasionally rings

definitely cuffs all of her jeans (it’s just bisexual culture ya know)

so many crop tops - some came like that, some were more of a diy project

yueki’s relationship!!!

nerd/jock solidarity 

feel the burden of responsibility and the weight on their shoulders 

they create a safe space between them, full of trust and warmth and vulnerability 

yue will read suki sappy passages from poetry books while suki polishes her fans 

they slow dance in the kitchen a lot 

they get good at ordering takeout - and they have some weird decision making process that only they understand - bc neither of them are great cooks 

yue would feel jealous of suki and sokka, if it weren’t for how stupid in love sokka was with zuko and yue can see that suki really only has eyes for her 

yue is taller than suki and it amuses her to no end to pick suki up and carry her away from a fight (we all know suki could get away if she wanted to, but when ur hot tall sexy gf throws u over her shoulder,,,,,,u don’t complain)

joke they’ve adopted kataang and zukka, bc they’re all dummies, but in reality every last one of them is stupid LMAO 

they love to do each other’s hair and it’s like super intimate and really cute 

sometimes it’s these epic elaborate hairstyles and then at other times, they try to see how many ponytails they can fit on suki’s head and how many little braid yue can do 

they travel EVERYWHERE 

since yue is royalty and suki is her body guard,,,, well i mean, they totally have to see these kingdoms they are doing trade deals with in person 

it helps that they're friends with a lot of them 

they stay over in everything from camping so they can stargaze to ritzy hotels with hot tubs in the bathroom 

yue gives suki rocks she finds on all their travels and suki lines them up on their mantle around the pictures of them in increasingly weird locations 

suki loves guarding yue’s meetings bc she gets to watch her absolutely rip a new one into misogynistic old men and it never fails to bring her joy 

While yue doesn’t love getting attacked, the ruthless efficiency suki defends her with is like,,,,,stupid attractive 

#wow this got long #this is a mix of modern au and canon verse headcanons #but yeah #let these girls have more dimension than just soft uwu gfs #esp yue #yueki #headcanon #atla #yue #suki #yue x suki #wlw #zukka #kataang #sapphic

[ihateitheretaylor]

Hey Sakshi ! Happy valentine's day ❤️ sending you a bouquet of flowers and chocolates. Hoping your day went well . Actually I was writing the ask and idk something happened and that whole long ask got deleted 😂 I was like no man , this is not happening so here I am writing it again. 😅 I will definitely reveal myself in the near future and I will be excited to see your reaction .🤭 I saw you made two posts about me . God ! Never expected that, thank you !

Woah you literally cried I mean , I can understand that first scoope of icecream must have tasted like heaven as you mentioned . You ate the leftovers of your cousins because you were always taught to never waste food that's amazing . You are beautiful person sakshi . Thank you for sharing your story. Umm as for me I can't remember anything right now but I will surely tell you something later.

To be honest I love dogs and cats both but I would slightly prefer ( just a little bit) cats over dogs . They are just adorable . I really want one to be my pet 😩. What about you? Umm sports yeah earlier I used to play badminton and football with my friends but later on we stopped playing because uk we got busy in our studies and stuff. Sometime I terribly miss those days when " what game should we play today ? " Used be the only difficult question but now ughhh.

Oh all the best for your finals . I will pray for you , may you ace them . My exams are from 26 April though uk boards stuff but I really need to get more focused now . Just deactivated my Instagram ( hardly makes any difference I am still not studying lol 😂)

My weekend went well . Going for a long walk with my best friend was the highlight .we met after so long , so we had Many things to talk about so yeah.

Yeah I love reading books and novels .I get lost while reading . Escaping reality is my favourite thing to do after all. My current favourite book is 'looking for alaska' by John green . Oh I have heard of 'the book thief' I would love to read it .

Ps - I am normal blogger and generally reblog some romantic shit 😂 but I love Taylor and her songs . 'All too well' is currently on loop . I really really love that song I mean she is a queen 😩 and damn the lyrics hit hard. What's your all time favourite?

Sorry the ask got quite long 😂 take your time to answer it . Have a great week and take care ❤️.

Hiiiii, Happpy belated valentines day, Anon! ❤️aw, thank you:), *I am receiving that bouquet of flowers with a big smile on my face, and in return wrote you a small handwritten note with chocolates*😁💜

haha, Tumblr and gliches are synonyms. 😁 ...I am excited to see my reaction too 😃

oh no, I didn't ate the leftovers of my cousins. I meant that I didn't had any leftovers from my plate, why the hell would I eat theirs😂😂... okay, later is fine,good.👍 Awiee thanks for saying that, the way you reply and send these asks is depicting this fact that you are beautiful person too buddy.

CATS, they ARE adorable, like on my youtube dashboard there are only cats/cute animals and Ted videos😅 . I loves cats and dogs both equally. Dogs cuz of their nature.

Hmm,but for me, as a minor, I do get time to have fun with family and friends. Hopes you and your friends get together and do spend time together, whether it's in sports or just going out and eating junk food, and doing fun... Thank you, all the best to you too, ahaha, still not studying 😁,

Aww, long walks are still my favourite thing, time with best friends is actually pretty good, and so crazy and fun, and joyous, and sometimes annoying 😆 because the wierdness we both have got within us:) and sometimes relief

books really do make you escape reality, and I am the kind of reader who reads a book and finishes it in 1 and a half day(but sometimes even longer) and the characters' are on my mind for 1 or 2 days, just making me think about them more and more,like totally from that perspective, and that pain, and laughs, lord, books!🥲 oh, it's your favourite currently, I haven't read it, but I will after sometime.

haha, romantic shit, well, that's great 😂...'all too well', yes, the lyrics are something that just make you feel you have never ever had before, and is just so heartbreaking,for me, tbh, not everyday on loop, but of course on alternative days, yesterday it was dear John, last kiss, and sad songs,but afterward IT WAS ICONIC REPUTATION TOUR. My all time favourite,like for real, you are asking this question to a Swiftie, I really can't pick out a all time favourite, it needs to be currently, it's 'my tears ricochet'. Okay,but if I had to go with a all time favourite, I'd go with Marjorie.

Oh,long asks are always welcome which are filled with such warmth and beautiful smiles, rant, vent, anything.

Take care🧡 ,stay happy, and drink water

love you💛

Edit: hey anon, long time no see, doing studies? all the very best to you, I would love to know with whom I was having these wonderful conversations, and if possible whenever you get time, just drop by to say hi😊..can I call you ❤️'anon?

#drafts #anonymous #asks #hi cute anon #❤️ anon

[cvastals]

i brought forrest in like a month n a half ago then panic dropped him bt hes back w a vengeance......... this intro is fully jst copy n pasted from when i originally posted it bt . tosses it out anyway in case anyone hasnt read it before winks n struts into the sunset

* zethphan smith-gneist, demiboy + he/they | you know forrest abbott, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, their whole life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to bizarre love triangle by new order like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole golden retriever excitement when someone strikes up conversation, paint streaked overalls worn without care, polaroids of places travelled scattered across the wall thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 23rd, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

background.

for 10 years it was just forrest and his mama lydia in their cozy little trailer at lilac ridge, he’s never met his dad who left as soon as he discovered she was pregnant, not really interested in raising a kid with someone who struggled to get by even while working three jobs

from a young age forrest had to take care of himself since his mama worked sm, but he always got the concept that it was for him to live a good life and necessary for them to get by, she rly showed it well by making sure he knew how much she loved him whenever she cld b around :’)

it was around this time that things were starting to look up - his mama met a really nice man named marcel n while things moved really fast for them they seemed to be a perfect match, soon she was engaged and giving birth to triplets and they even moved into his place in aquila drive, everything was coming up roses

unfortunately as soon as things were good they sort of came to an immediate crash - lydia n marcel tried for another bebe before their wedding but she ended up having a miscarriage :( this sort of sent her into a depressive spiral for a really, really long time

it was bad enough that marcel eventually had enough, she wouldn’t take her medication, wouldn’t talk to a therapist, couldn’t even get out of bed, so he said she had to shape up or go back to their place in lilac ridge, and stubborn as she was she packed everything up that night and the 5 of them went back to their little trailer, this time with a lot less room and a lot more responsibility on forrest’s shoulders

since he was about 14 he’s juggled an abundance of jobs to help his family, it was especially hard when they moved back to lilac ridge, he mostly took care of his little brothers and mum when he could but he had school and work on top of it, it rly was the sort of stress no one shld go thru but he did at a rly young age for quite a long time

details.

still lives at lilac ridge w his family, his mum got a pretty well paying job as a psw but it’s still difficult when u have three 12 year olds running around so forrest watches over them a lot while working as a tour guide at the aquarium, selling art pieces at community events, and odd photography jobs, whatever will put money on the table

grew up incredibly shy and pretty anxious, he’s just used to people leaving so it’s hard for him to trust but he’s also a classic golden retriever boy, if people give him an inch he’ll take it right away but he struggles with approaching people himself, definitely wasn’t too popular in school bc of this

did a double major at the community college for photography and visual arts :yum:

he tries not to doo Too many photography jobs cuz he loves it more as his escape than anything, travels around irving a lot to find random locations and will just spend hours taking pictures, u cant see any of the walls in his tiny bedroom theyre jst covered in his own pictures and art

could paint for hours too tbh, does a lot of art classes whenever he has time and money to spare

has never been in a relationship or even with anyone, the most he’s done frankly is casual make outs at parties or wtvr, always kinda chickens out if it ever goes any further……….. has not picked up on the fact that hes a demisexual/demiromantic king<3 probs doesnt even kno what that is LKSHDGKLHSDG

bc of this wtvr friendships hes made hes definitely romanticized, frankly by accident, he can just grow attached quite easily and since hes demiromantic anytime hes ever had a crush on someone its been ppl hes close to n has learned to trust. it confuses him a lot. LKSDHGKLHSDLG

constantly walks around in paint covered clothes.

obsessed w 80s pop its easily his fav genre (taste)

ok i think thts all……….. i hv rn……………….. lks around hands on hips

connections.

childhood friends!!

also ppl who forced their way into his life, basically jst approached him first n as soon as they showed him any sort of kindness n affection he was automatically like . ok we’re attached fr life sis<3

neighbours at lilac ridge?? mayhaps??

ppl at parties who’ve made a move or he’s hooked up w but when it came down to the Nitty Gritty he was like . oh………….. i think my mums calling me……….. i gtg……………………….. jst no explanation. LKSHDGKLHDSGL

i rly lov the idea of him hvin someone he loves to use as his muse……. either fr his art or photography<3

mayb someone who he actually was almost in a relationship w once upon a time bt it jst didnt work out, timing was off or he backed out cuz he felt bad that he probs cldnt give them his full attention w helping his family etc.

coworkers at the aquarium!!

old college classmates/ppl who take art classes w him??

ok i think those r all the ideas i hv rn. we can also brainstorm. lets get wild.

#irvingintro #miscarriage tw #depression tw #anxiety tw #giggles cuz u all love it sm (godmod)

[sanscestships]

Killermare (React, KillerxNightmare)

Created on: 10/29/20

Requested by: No one. I got bored, i saw Killermare analysis had the most views, and i didn't just wanna be doing oneshots 24/7

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ok, so i've had a bad experience with Killermare

don't get me wrong, i understand the ship and i do like it. but i've had some bad run ins with toxic cream and killermare shippers when i said Crossmare, Drink, and Kross were pretty good too. i've been a little less enthusiastic towards the ships since, so i'm trying to build back. i[ll probably be able to like the ships again without being reminded of that experience again once i manage to get my head back in A T M Y O W N P A C E W I T H O U T A N Y O N E T R Y I N G T O P U S H M E F O R W A R D O R Y A N K M E B A C K .

but anyway, let's react

OH GOD THIS KILLED ME-

i never really watched Death Note, but my sister spoiled it for me cuz she knew i'd never watch it. A summary for any of you who want to watch:

A student genius finds a weird notebook.

That is it. I won't say any further. I absolutely recommend it for any of you who might like this kind of stuff cuz when you watch it it can get really intense. Especially with mind games i think. So go ahead and watch it if you want.

anyway this is definitely going to make my rate it above 5 X,D

i've scanned through some of the killermare fanfics and uh...

I'll probably give it less than 9.

No offense, but the fanfiction gets cheesy real quick. I prefer angst and problems that strengthen their resolve to be loyal to their love. This is probably why I read Crossmare a lot even though i'm a neutral/multi shipper. There's a LOT of really good Crossmare fanfic on wattpad such as "Showtime" and "Against the Odds" (stories by carelesscreativity and __Purple_Fluffball__) that have really interesting stories that lead up to the love.

With lots and lots of stabby problems in the way =) Just the way i like it

but the art is really cute ^w^

Overall: 7/10. i like the ship. i just wish i'd find better fanfic of it though. I asked my friend and she agreed that good killermare fanfic is difficult to come by. i'll be glad to check out killermare fanfics if you comment them in the comments down below. it'd be nice to take a break from so much crossmare afterall.

#reaction #killermare #nightmare x killer #nightmare #killer #killer!sans #sans #undertale #undertale au #ship #ship reaction

[doeilovr]

hey!! ｡◕‿◕｡ how r u doing?!

I hadn't heard of Theodore Fontane until now 👀 tell me some of his work you liked if you want :D

I'll be happy to share with you ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧ the most recent one I read was Summer Requiem by Vikram Seth; it was a pleasant read. I go back to it often, when I'm feeling down or a little blue:)

🌅🌅🌅

My personal fav is Edgar Allan Poe; I like John Donne, too. I have a book of their selected poems from Orion publishing group.

🐦🐦🐦

I enjoy reading Shakespeare's sonnets also^^

And his plays sometimes, so I bought this.

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And I have a few books that are collections of various subjects from a lot of poets:

💛💙💛💙

This one has includes both prose and poetry, but they're mostly short stories so it's really fun to read!

🌸🌸🌸

And THIS is my all-time favorite (✿ ♡‿♡)

I'm so glad I got it. When I was in college, my friend and I used to take turns and read one poem each over tea or coffee<3

🥀🥀🥀

Currently I'm reading John Milton's Paradise Lost; it seems complicated to me, not as simple as the poems I've read up to now nonetheless beautiful. I can't share the book's photo cuz I've already hit the 10 pic limit 😂 but it's from the Collins publication ☺️

This is so lovely thanks for sharing it! Honestly you're not missing out on Theodor Fontane, the Poems Are rather difficult to understand and I didn't resonate with a single one yet 😅

I love Love themed poems, that's why I also really enjoyed Bright Minds Empty Souls by Jennae Cecelia! I totally get the love for Poe and Shakespeare, classics! :D

Taking turns while reading poetry sound so lovely too! Seems like a nice way to relax and bond over :)

Again thanks for sharing! You're always welcome to do it again haha :D

#poems

[cinnamogai]

aaa hi ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و u said u wouldnt mind ppl ranting abt our gender + pronouns soo heres my rant ig since gender + pronouns r a HUGEE interest of mine

my gender is constantly changing, sometimes i have a hard time keeping up w it and a hard time telling what it is, my main gender is noenfluid tho ! right now i cant decipher what my gender is, i’ll let u know once i find out dkdj i love having a fluid gender tho cuz one day i can be a really dark xenogender and then i can be the opposite the next day. its as if my genders constantly on the move

i also havent decided on a set of pronouns yet since pronouns are way more confusing to figure out, with gender, i just know instantly what it is. i adore trying out different pronouns though and currently im just dropping my pronouns for now ! its so fun scrolling through tumblr or different neopronoun lists or even making up different neopronouns/nounpronouns :))

sometimes it can get difficult since i like having my pronouns, gender, aesthetic, lifestyle etc. all be aligned and all corelate so i tend to box myself (i think bc of my autism? or ocd?) in which makes it hard for me to figure it out added on with my insecurities, it gets hard. but im working on it everyday and each day i become more comfortable in my gender identity :)

ive also learnt that i figure things out at a slower pace so even tho my friends have already figured out who they are months ago, im gonna take my time ♡

sorry if my rant was too long !!

!! my response is gonna be long too lol don’t worry!! i’ll tag long post for all of y’all who don’t like reading this stuff, though i must say the way you type is very exciting, feels like im reading a comic book.

gender and pronouns can be so confusing so it’s very valid that you are taking your time, cause i am too! it can be a bit hard to come out of your shell and accept that you feel things about yourself that you didn’t before. so do all that! switch it up! life was made to be lived and gosh my life consists of a lot of contemplating my gender lol. i also get the stress of fitting your identity into a certain aesthetic box, but gender is all about you! and you can’t fit into a box so you shouldn’t expect your identity to either. i’m learning to kinda expand horizons and realize that gender isn’t just what i want to be, it’s what i’ve always been yk? that’s way too deep lol. thank you sm for sharing!! <3 <3

#is this personal again HDHD #tw personal #sorry to all the ppl who follow me only for flags #that just ain’t all i do yk #we out here vibing!! #cinna’s talky posts #long post

[ghost-chance]

Fanfiction Recommendation: “Fat. Beautiful. Tasty. Ravenous” by MoofyKitten

Title: Fat. Beautiful. Tasty. Ravenous Author: MoofyKitten on AO3/FFN/Wattpad Fandom: BNHA/My Hero Academia Rating: M/MA for a reason. (Detailed sex in over half the posted chapters. Perv away only if you’re of age!) Pairing(s): Fat Gum [Toyomitsu Taishirou] / OFC Found on: AO3

Deets Expect some light spoilers and a mini-rant.

I am an unrepentant fanfiction addict; this is no secret. There are fics I read to wind down after a rough day, fics I read to put myself to sleep in hopes of pleasant dreams, and fics I read to tear my hear into teeny tiny fragments then build it back again better than before. THEN there are fics that don’t fit the mold – the kind that I become so invested in that I physically cannot put off reading that update. THIS, my lovelies, is one of THOSE fics, and it’s earned that place from the early chapters. This story has almost everything I need from a fanfiction, and I have a feeling the rest is just around the corner.

Let’s get the basics out of the way.

The Spelling, grammar, and punctuation are all excellent – I have yet to notice a single error, so either the author and her betas are a force to be reckoned with or I’m just getting so sucked into the story an elephant could sit on me and I’d never notice. The formatting is effective and easy to follow, and the chapters have all been of a nice meaty length, perfect for plowing through in a single sitting only to realize you missed a meal and it’s time for bed and your brain is hopelessly lost in ship-land daydreaming about what’s up next. ...wait, that’s just me? My bad.

Syntax – This one requires an entire section of its own. The fact that I’m having to actually think about how well the author’s varying their syntax says they’re effing nailing it. If a story’s syntax is at all static or the sentence even the slightest bit predictable, it’s easy enough for me to recall it because I’m mentally rearranging the bits that irk or don’t impress me as I read. I can’t even get through a bleepin’ news article or an online recipe without itching to push what I’m reading up to the standards my professors held. It sounds harsh, I know, but please take  my word for it when I say I’m not criticizing anyone. Suffice it to say, if my classes did anything, they made editing so instinctive I can’t turn it off. Confession: I have never found myself rearranging a single phrase in this masterpiece. Arguing with the characters? Encouraging the characters? Begging, pleading, and berating the characters for breaking my heart time and time again by stopping just short of the sugary fluff I can just smell right around the corner? Oh, Hell yes. I’ve done all of that and more, but I’ve never found myself with the urge to grab my red pen and strike out or scooch even a single word.

Something that strikes me about this story above others I’ve given the same rating (Spoiler: there are VERY FEW!) is the sheer variety of the scenes and environments. Sounds silly? Probably, but romances often develop a certain amount of location stagnation, and I know from personal experience how difficult it can be to bust through those patterns. (I mean, the majority of “A New Lease on Life” takes place in the Lair in some room, most commonly a bedroom, the lab, or the kitchen.) This story takes the couple off of familiar and ‘safe’ turf like homes and offices and drags them through countless other places without regard for their sense of comfort. Each scene feels real and multi-dimensional and directly or indirectly influences the characters’ behavior and reactions. It’s awesome. That’s a sign the author has done her people-watching!

Now, about that OC. I’ll readily admit, in the first chapter, I had my reservations. At first glance she seemed shallow, obsessed with appearances and her own view of the world, and – strange as it may sound – too skinny and too attractive. Yes, there’s some personal bias involved there, but the majority was practical rather than emotional. BUT! Because the writer of this story is the same who unleashed the beautiful Kacchako torment Hot-Headed upon me without a single breath of remorse, I gave Aiko a chance. Sure enough, my first impressions were entirely incorrect. The things that bothered me about Aiko? They all had explanation or purpose, and she’s turned out to be a pretty well-fleshed out character...pun intended. As the story progresses we’re seeing sides of her that I hoped for but didn’t expect and each chapter leaves me wondering what we’ll learn next.

Romantic connection. First word: “OOFTA.” The second word, I’d spell out, but it’s a shrill, wordless, begging whine that I cannot translate into English for the life of me. This pairing starts without any sort of romantic connection; it skips straight to the shenanigans and leaves hope that the snugglebunnies will follow eventually. Friends…if you’ve read any of my writing before, you’ll know that I. LIVE. For. The. FLUFF. The awkward mush, the sweaty palms, the am-I-gonna-barf-or-do-I-have-a-crush, the absolutely tooth-rotting sweetness capable of sending a reader headlong into diabetes with a dopey grin and heart eyes - they’re my crack and I love them. This story started with no fluff but it’s been slowly developing in the background. It’s an entirely new situation for me! I feel like I’ve gotten used to eating my dessert first then digging into an equally sweet dinner without a moment to cleanse my palate. This story? It’s like gorging on smoky, meaty St. Louie barbecue for weeks on end with literally just a smear of something sweet as an afterthought. Mind. Frackin’. BLOWN. It turns out I’m more masochistic as a reader than I ever suspected.

Another relationship I want to cover is the building friendship between Aiko and Fat Gum – because nope, she has not managed to mentally connect the half-starved Taishiro she’s climbing like a tree with the big-and-beautiful Fat Gum who owns the agency. Yep. She thinks she’s boning Fat’s beefy little brother. It’d be funny if my heart wasn’t whining for fluff. While frustrating to fluff-starved readers, Aiko not knowing the beefcake and the brother are one and the same provides an intriguing and natural way for her to build an actual relationship with him. This means none of the fetishistic bullarkey rampant in other stories pairing plus-sized male characters with OCs.

What sort of fetishistic bullarkey am I talking about? To name a handful: I love you so lose weight. I love you because you’re big. I’m fat too so it’s okay if we’re together. Blatant fat-fetish disguised as romance. Fat character’s life absolutely revolves around food and it’s gross/nvm it’s okay. Lastly, OC’s only chance at being loved by fat character is feeding them. Maybe to thin folks those don’t sound negative but to those of us who fit the description? NOPE. These don’t make healthy relationships. Using these can turn a well-meaning pairing toxic and frankly, it tends to piss off those of us who – GASP! - accept ourselves no matter our size. These...tropes, let’s call them, have made me hesitant to even try fiction involving plus sized male characters because I’ve been let down so many times. Finding plus sized female characters is easy, especially OCs, but appreciation for the chonky bois isn’t nearly as common. They need love too, dammit!

Ahem. Rant over.

As mentioned before, I ain’t seen any of that crap in this story. This author is treating Fat Gum like she would any other character instead of focusing on the fat. I wish with all my heart that more authors were capable of (and willing to) do the same with Fat Gum, and with other plus sized male characters. I can’t even put into words how much it means to me that she’s doing such a fantastic job portraying a character type that so many writers bungle without ever realizing it. I’ve needed this story my entire life and never realized it wasn’t there; I shudder to think of how long I might have been waiting for it if this author never found the inspiration to do so.

If I don’t shut up now, I fear I never will. I love this story that much. Moving on.

Warnings

Explicit sexual content – do NOT read this around your family unless you have a stronger will than I and can do so without creeping them out. (According to my husband, when I read smut I “look like a demented vulture staring down at a half-flattened ‘possum waiting for it to take its last breath,” complete with hunched shoulders and heavy breathing. Flattering, I know.) The smut scenes, while not my usual cuppa tea, wreck. My brain? Broke. Chapter four’s budding romance? It’s goin’ on my headstone ‘cuz I’m dead.

There are mentions of human trafficking and the future may include more about it. Slut-shaming comes up a few times because men are assholes and asshole exes are the ultimate assholes. Situational fat-shaming and lack of body confidence come up as Aiko comes to recognize Fat Gum for who he is instead of what he is; on the other end of the tag, Fat is also doing a lot of it to himself even when it isn’t spelled out. You can see it behind some of his reasoning in his POV chapters and since the writer is kickass at portraying thoughts and feelings without ever breaking out of restricted POV, you can also see hints in other chapters. That said, if the shaming was really bad without any redeeming purpose, I’d have noped my way right out’a that fic and never looked back. It has a purpose, and it’s not that bad. Give it a chance.

Recommendation level

This story lacks purple prose and excessive fluff, and I haven’t seen any signs of the pop culture, literary, and music references I love so dearly, but the rating remains the same:

Ten. Out. of. Farking. TEN!

YES! I’ve finally found another 10/10!!! A quick reminder for anyone who’s managed to not see my other reading recc posts, I don’t even need both hands to count off all the 10/10s I’ve read. Congratulations, Ms. MoofyKitten – your story rocks my world and I have an addiction I do not care to shake!

#fanfiction recommendation #BNHA #My Hero Academia #body postivity #Fat Gum #mature fanfiction #Plus size guys need love too #this story is KILLING ME #and I'm loving every minute of it because I'm weird like that #i stayed up for this

[bleumingbrie]

introduction: bleumingbrie

d e b r i e f / h i h i !

hi! its me brie once again! lol i’ve prolly done around 3 introduction posts on this blog since i’m so indecisive about what this blog should be and i’m probably taking this stuff too seriously but i think i finally figured it out. my blog has been centered around studying since i am a studyblr but i want to expand on that. so, i guess if you’re only looking for a mainly focused studyblr, i’m prolly not your gal anymore, but i just want to spread happiness and warm messages such as advice about life or motivation. i still want to post studyblr content but i don’t want to feel like its not right to post other content such as like advice about dealing with difficult times or just random posts about how my day is going and how we should really appreciate the small things in life more. ahh i feel like i’m being so dramatic but tbh i just want to be that helping hand when somebody needs it.  so here i am haha welp here’s my actual intro now:

a b o u t   m e :

i’m going by brie on here because its the perfect code name cuz i’m a spy and i need to protect my identity (lol jk i wish) i just want to keep my personal identity private so call me brie :D

i’m from the U.S. or more specifically texas yeehaw

i am currently 16 and a sophomore in high school/grade 10

my zodiac sign is an aries

i am an enfj and a type 2 (enneagram) p.s i hope i spelled that right oof

i love mainly all types of music but i love songs that are calm and make me want to sway lol like aphrodite by rini or a keshi song

i have many hobbies but some include: reading, drawing, journaling, listening to music, watching anime, writing letters/stories, and etc. 

i could talk way more about myself but i should start working on some homework so i’m going to wrap things up quickly 

e t c : 

remainder: you all should stay hydrated and healthy during these times especially since we have time on our hands during quarantine!! 

also, feel free to send me a message or ask if you’d like to become friends or are in need of advice or just want to ask me something i guess lol

ooh yeah, my main quote or little motto for life is: don’t just exist, live and i want that to be a friendly remainder for everyone reading this, it’s never too late to change :)) 

okay and here are some people who motivate me: @elliotstudies @cheruib @lebleurenard @lovelysuggestions @minttea-studies @mini-emmie @studybuddiesareoverrated @sprouting-studies @tbhstudying @studylustre @rylie-studies @thekingsstudy @thomastudies @onlypooh @auesten @depressed-student @procrastinatae @sunnyside-studies @flowerais @fawnluvr , and many more!! 

anyways, i’m signing out for now but i hope that your day/night treats you kindly, stay hydrated and keep on doing your thing! you gots this! 

                                                                 love, brie 

#itsbriexyou #bleumingbrie #motivation #introduction #i love yall #thank you for your support

[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

SOS

request:  Hey, I was wondering if you could do a Snape x reader where they used to go to school together but since he was so hung up on lily and with being bullied etc. He became rude and stuff to R so she left him, and now she comes back and doesn’t remember him (you can make up why) and you can choose how it ends :)

note: hope you guys enjoy this cuz this came to me at like 1am last night and i just wrote it. also i really hope this doesnt offend anybody, i just couldnt think of anything else

warnings: PTSD, war, death, jokes about depression/anxiety/PTSD, Iraq War mentions

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“You should go and visit, you know,” your therapist, Meredith said. Her hands were folded atop her stomach as she relaxed, notebook lazily thrown on her table.

You sat across from her, hands playing with the candy wrapper that had been pre-occupying your mind, “right, and I should do that because?”

Meredith chuckled, “definitely not related to the past hour I just spent with you. Y/N, you were in Iraq, away from the Wizarding World and you got shot. In the head. Not only that, you had amnesia.”

With a sigh, you threw the wrapper in the trash, “have, and I didn’t know that.” Sarcasm dripped from your words.

“And seeing an old place can help you retrace your memory, bringing back old times that you lost; this can be very beneficial,” she said, leaning forward in her seat.

You licked your lips, “and if I find and remember something bad?”

Meredith held up her phone, “ringer is always on.”

“So I’ve noticed; you tweet something very controversial because I know those sounds were from Twitter,” you joke, standing to gather your things.

Your therapist shook her head as she showed you the door, “keep in touch.”

Walking away, you said, “a cry a day keeps your therapist away!”

As you drove home, the only thing on your mind was Hogwarts. Reaching out hadn’t been your thing ever since the war, not wanting to get the look or talk of sympathy. But the Wizarding World was different from the muggle world, so who would know? Well, maybe the people who remember you.

Pulling into your driveway, you parked your car and grabbed your bag. Walking into the small but mighty house, you snapped three times to remember who and where you were, hearing the sounds of your owl Coco.

Seeing her in her cage, you immediately let her out and pet her. “Hey girl,” you whispered, “I might ask you to deliver something tonight. It’s urgent.”

She rubbed her head against your cheek, “I’m fine, everything’s okay!”

Grabbing a piece of paper, an envelope, and a quill, you snapped again, “Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts...”

Coco hummed and you closed your eyes, “Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore, right. Right.”

Beginning your letter, you asked your old Professor to let you come back for a short visit, not going into your whole PTSD/loss of memory drama, just some amnesia. Not a big deal. You miss the magic and the castle, even though you can’t even remember it.

With a melted-candle seal, you sent Coco on her way to Hogwarts. It shouldn’t be far, hoping to see her the following morning. The sun had gone down, stars covering the night sky as you witnessed people turning off their lights. Getting ready for bed by your routine, you laid in bed anxiously waiting for Coco until deciding to sleep.

It felt like it hadn’t been long until Coco arrived in the morning, letter in claws. Shrieking you awake, you snapped your fingers three times to remind yourself.

“Good morning to you too, Coco,” you yawned, trying to calm her down.

Looking at the letter, your head ached until you tried to remember, “letter, Dumbledore...right! Oh - oh my gosh, okay!”

Coco landed next to you as you opened the letter, reading over it. Your owl awaited your expressions as she noticed your smile, “looks like I have to pack...bit of a vacation.”

Packing up a week’s worth of clothes and supplies, you immediately headed to the train station Dumbledore mentioned in his letter. He told you exactly where to go - 9 and 3/4. If it’s difficult to find, a student of his wouldn’t mind helping. It is September, after all. Right! September, school starting.

Stopping between 9 and 10, you stood and stared at the columns of brick. Looking down at the letter, you reread it over and over, “9 and 3/4...”

A mother was heard scolding her kids as she hurried along, “c’mon Weasleys, we haven’t got all day! You too, Harry; I love you like my own son but you are as slow as a sloth.”

All five kids stopped as an older woman stood them in a line, telling them to send letters from school. Then, each one ran into the column, disappearing!

You gasped, “what the-”

The older woman looked at you, “old trick to Hogwarts, never gets old...”

Why did she look so familiar?

All her kids were redheads - well, except the brunette - and she said Weasley. Weasley, Weasley, Weasley...

“Y/N L/N?” the woman asked. She beat you to it. Two teen boys looked on as the woman had the ‘pity eyes.’

Your fingers snapped, “yes, uh yes, that is me. I’m sorry, do I...do I know you?”

She had a kind face, wrinkles showing years of knowledge, “yes, you do. No need to explain yourself to me, dear. I’m Molly Weasley and this is my son Ron and his best friend Harry.”

You gave a small wave, “hey there.” They waved back, gentle smiles on their faces.

Molly turned her attention back to you, “are you visiting Hogwarts?”

With a nod and a smile, you answered her question, “indeed I am. I’m not entirely sure why but I was told I should.”

The woman chuckled, “I wish I could go every day with my kids...Are you staying for personal business or?”

You shook your head, “my therapist thinks revisiting old places of my life will...” -Let's not bring up your horrible past life- “bring peace.”

Molly smiled, “and Hogwarts is the place to be! Well, if I don’t see you, try to reach out sometime, dear.” With that, she turned around and talked with her boys.

“I want you to take her to Professor Dumbledore as soon as you arrive. Go with her everywhere and make sure she is okay, you hear me?” Harry and Ron nodded as Molly stood back.

You gave a slight wave, “see you...” Your fingers snapped, “Molly.” With that, you and the two boys walked through the column, quickly going onto the train and somehow finding an empty cart. It seemed as if everyone knew who you were except you, eyes of civilians and children looking at you.

The train ride to Hogwarts seemed endless until you stopped, not hesitating to get your things and hop off the damn thing. Seeing bright lights of lanterns brought you back somewhere, you just weren’t sure where.

Carriages were being driven by horses - or what you thought looked like horses - as you analyzed your surroundings, trying to snap but wanting to take everything in. Harry stood by your side, “you’ve been?”

You nodded, “I’m sure I have, just not sure when.”

The young boy shrugged, “well you can ride with Ron and me, also our friends Hermione, Neville, and Luna.”

With a smile, you didn’t hesitate to go towards the carriage and hop on with Harry behind you. You looked past Luna, “beautiful horse.”

The blonde seemed to agree, “calm beings, of course. Only those who have seen death can experience their beauty.”

The carriage ride became quiet until you spoke up, “Y/N L/N.” Around the small area, the students introduced themselves. They were certainly going to make you feel old.

As you passed over the river and towards Hogwarts, your heart raced. You snapped your fingers to remind yourself of who and where you were. Students hopped off the carriages, luggage hauling them along inside the castle.

Candles were floating as the knights of the castle moved to let everyone through. Voices filled the castle as a feast had begun but you didn’t join. Rather, you needed an explanation. Who were these people and why does that guy in the giant hat look so familiar?

Large footsteps were heard as a hand landed on your shoulder, “aye, Y/N, is that you?”

Your head spun, “oh! Oh, yes, yes, I am Y/N.”

The very large man towered over you as tiny hairs from his beard fell, “it’s wonderful ta see ya! How ya been?”

You snapped your fingers, “listen, I’m very sorry but I-I don’t know who you are and I’ve realized this is a huge mistake and I never - no.”

You failed to notice Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall step into the hall, pulling you aside. Dumbledore started, “how are you, Miss/Mr. L/N?”

“Stressed, surrounded, very confused but living so that’s a plus,” you said, nodding to the old man. “Professor Dumbledore?”

He nodded, “in the flesh. And of course, Professor McGonagall.”

You smiled, “oh, Professor McGonagall!” Wrapping your arms around her, she rubbed your back, “hello, dear.”

Pulling back, you sighed, “it is wonderful to see you both! No, you three. Crap, I’m deeply sorry...”

Hagrid didn’t seem a bit offended, “Hagrid!”

You laughed, “Hagrid! Of course - it was there.”

Dumbledore gave a slight smile, “Minerva, would you mind taking over as I talked with our guest?” With a nod, McGonagall and Hagrid headed inside the Great Hall while you locked arms with your old professor.

“It is beautiful to see a past student here,” Dumbledore said, guiding you around the castle you once saw as home.

You grasped his arm, “it’s great to be back, Professor...I just wish I could remember it. That bullet to the head - it messed with me more ways that you could imagine.”

Dumbledore seemed to tighten his grip for a second until he relaxed, “Severus doesn’t know. You don’t remember him but the both of you were the best of friends, making a great team with Lily Potter.”

A small smile grew on your lips, “Lily, Lily, Lily...”

Professor Dumbledore continued, “you stopped talking after school. Severus had said some hateful things to you and you didn’t hide away. Vicious, it was. But it got worse after the Potter’s died. Severus worked here and never mentioned you - as if you never existed.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “it sounds familiar - the name - it really does.”

He nodded, “I know, my dear. I know many things and regaining lost memories is something of extreme difficulty and sometimes pain.”

Silence enveloped the two of you as your walk seemed to almost end. However, footsteps were heard from down the hall, someone calling Professor Dumbledore's name, “Ablus!”

The tall man stopped before the both of you, locking eyes with yours as he seemed to have lost his voice, “I heard...hello.”

Dumbledore directed his hand towards the man, “Y/N, this is Severus Snape. Severus, you remember Y/N.”

Severus’ eyebrows raised, “Albus, we know-”

“I was in Iraq in the muggle world and I was shot in the head three times but saved by my helmet yet it altered my long term memory,” you said, heart racing at the sight of this man.

He seemed speechless, “I...I apologize. Albus, may I?”

Dumbledore handed you off to Severus as he gave a slight wave, “come back to the Great Hall later tonight. We have much to talk about.”

Severus and you locked arms, taking a turn down the hall even further away from dinner. Snape gazed at you, “I know you don’t remember...but I’m sorry for what I said all those years ago.”

A slight laugh left your lips, “it’s quite alright. While I don’t remember what was said, I’ve been given another chance to start over.”

Snape stopped walking, “I spent a lot of time loving and grieving over Lily Potter. Grieving not only when she died but when James seemingly took her away from us. It was unfair to you...I never listened and I hurt you, so, so bad.”

You shrugged, “I wish I could remember what we did to hurt each other so bad for you to get teary-eyed.” You smiled and ran your thumb over Snape’s cheek.

He held your hand against his cheek, “over dinner? We can talk?”

A smile formed, “are you asking me on a date, Severus?”

Snape held out his arm for you to take, “my dear, it can be whatever you want it to be.”

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