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“casual” | manjiro sano x reader

chapter twenty 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: a no-strings-attached arrangement between a party girl and a frat boy turns messy when mikey falls first. but when (y/n) runs from love, she loses him for good—until fate brings them back together, years too late.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, fem!reader, izana kurokawa, emma sano

warnings: angst, heartbreak, fwb dynamics, explicit content, crack, fluff, jealousy, insecurities, themes of regret, alcohol use, violence, bullying, depression

notes: i sincerely apologize for the slow updates. i just noticed the last update was like 3 days ago already? what the hell. anyway, i just don’t wanna give a half ass chapter that’s why i’m taking my time writing casual (i just got busy this week lol). anyway, ig brace yourselves?

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chapter twenty

the day before mikey’s birthday, y/n stood in front of the sano household, ready to help emma bake his cake as promised. she rang the doorbell, waiting for emma to answer.

but when the door opened, she was met with someone else entirely.

izana.

he stood there with an easy smile, looking way too calm for her liking. “oh, y/n. come in. emma’s already in the kitchen.”

she nodded, stepping inside, but for some reason, the air around izana always felt… different. she couldn’t put her finger on it. maybe she was overthinking again.

before she could even drop her bag on the dining table, emma’s voice cut through the air.

“you’re late.” arms crossed, face unimpressed. “girl, we were supposed to start an hour ago.”

y/n rolled her eyes. “blame your brother. i had to come up with, like, fifty different excuses just so he’d let me leave alone. i was this close to snitching about the cake.”

emma gasped dramatically. “he’s still at your place? girl, kick him out already! he’s not sick anymore. stop babying him.” then she narrowed her eyes. “but, knowing you, this is probably your idea either.” she stuck her tongue out in mock disgust.

“hey! what’s that supposed to mean?”

emma smirked but said nothing.

as they started prepping the ingredients, emma, as expected, went on her usual rants. y/n was used to it by now.

“you know what i’m really mad about? summer classes! do you know how much i’m missing out on?! and it’s your fault, y/n!”

“excuse me?” y/n scoffed. “i only said i was taking extra credit classes. you’re the one who decided to tag along.”

“well, duh! you’re my best friend. i can’t just let you suffer alone while i’m out having fun. and, please, you need to stop lying to yourself. i know you took that class just so you can hang out there with mikey.” she rolled her eyes. “don’t think i don’t know he failed one of his subjects and has to take remedial classes this summer.”

y/n didn’t even try to deny it. instead, she smirked. “oh, really? then what about you? didn’t ken fail too? and isn’t that the real reason you enrolled?” she mimicked air quotes. “you literally said, ‘if i spend my summer without him, it’s basically cheating.’”

“shhh!” emma slammed her eyes shut as if she could pretend she never said that.

y/n burst out laughing.

just then, izana walked into the kitchen. “what are you guys talking about?”

“hell.” emma deadpanned.

“summer classes,” y/n added while stirring the cake batter.

they said in unison.

emma turned to her brother with an exaggerated look of pity. “y/n, this one here is a masochist. like, why would anyone willingly enroll in summer classes?”

izana chuckled. “you see, my dear little sister, i had to take the remaining credits so i can enroll next semester. it’s just two weeks, though—just finishing up what i left behind back in the philippines.”

“ugh.” emma pouted. “why is everyone in summer classes?” she dramatically clutched her chest. “i just need to survive next week. please, please, please. that’s the last week.”

y/n laughed. “you’ll live.”

“do you guys need any help?” izana leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching as y/n and emma moved around.

“actually, yeah,” emma said, exasperated. “an extra set of hands would be great.”

izana looked at y/n for approval, raising a brow. she hesitated for a second—but then she just nodded.

and so the three of them got to work. everything was going smoothly at first—measuring ingredients, mixing, setting up the oven—until izana got put in charge of the icing.

which was a mistake.

y/n barely had time to react before she felt something cold and sticky on her nose.

“izana, what the hell?!” she shrieked, wiping at the icing he’d just smudged on her.

when she turned to glare at him, he had the audacity to grin, looking way too pleased with himself.

y/n scoffed. oh, so that’s how we’re playing?

without hesitation, she grabbed some icing and smeared it across his cheek, making him laugh.

next thing she knew, they were running around the kitchen, dodging and attacking like a couple of kids, giggling in between.

but then—

“would you two quit it?!” emma snapped, arms crossed.

which was exactly when izana, still grinning, turned on her.

before she could react, he smeared a huge glob of icing on her cheek.

“IZANA!!!” emma shrieked. “YOU’RE SO DEAD TO ME!!”

she lunged at him, but he dodged effortlessly, grabbing more icing. and then—chaos.

izana targeted emma relentlessly, smearing icing on her forehead, cheeks, even her hair.

“STOP TARGETING ME, YOU ASSHOLE!!” emma screamed, flailing her arms.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about,” izana said innocently, despite the clear evidence all over emma’s face.

y/n was practically crying from laughter at this point.

when emma finally escaped his grasp, she stomped off toward the bathroom, muttering a string of curses under her breath.

that left y/n and izana alone in the kitchen, still breathless from laughing.

they made their way to the sink, cleaning themselves off. as izana washed up, y/n waited beside him, the energy finally settling into something calmer.

then, out of nowhere, izana spoke. “so… is this your first time celebrating mikey’s birthday?”

y/n nodded. “yeah.”

“do you have a present for him yet?”

“no.” she sighed. “i have no idea what to get him.”

izana hummed, finishing up and stepping aside so she could wash her hands. he grabbed a towel, drying himself off. “want me to help you pick something?”

she glanced at him. “what do you have in mind?”

reaching into his pocket, izana pulled out his motorcycle keys. attached to them was a small keychain—a red charm shaped like his signature earrings, lined with intricate gold details. he held it up for her to see.

“mikey likes matching with people,” he said. “i got him a matching one of these back when we first got our bikes from shinichiro.” a small chuckle left him. “not sure if he still has it, though.”

y/n tilted her head. “oh, he does. i’ve seen it on his keys.”

izana blinked in surprise before his expression softened. “really?”

she nodded. “mhm.”

he looked… happy.

after a beat, he turned to her. “so?” he asked. “want my help?”

y/n grabbed the towel and dried her hands, glancing up at him.

“alright,” she said, smiling.

as soon as they stepped into the kitchen, they put the final touches on the cake. it turned out perfect—so much so that emma immediately pulled out her phone, snapping endless pictures from every angle like it was a high-end photoshoot.

y/n watched her dramatically reposition the plate for better lighting.

“look at this masterpiece.” emma said to herself as she continued taking pictures.

izana chuckled before turning to y/n. “emma, y/n and i are heading out for a bit.”

“mhm, okay,” emma mumbled, still fixated on her impromptu cake photography session. then, as an afterthought, she added, “make sure y/n gets home safe.”

and with that, they left.

outside, izana led her to where his motorbike was parked.

before y/n could even reach for the helmet, izana grabbed it himself. without hesitation, he slipped it onto her head, his fingers brushing against her skin as he adjusted the strap under her chin.

y/n froze.

he’s so close again.

“there.” his voice was soft, almost amused, as he finished securing the helmet. and then, as if to make things worse, he gently lifted her chin, flashing her a small smile.

y/n just stood there, completely dumbfounded.

was he always like this to everyone?

before she could dwell on it, izana casually turned away, swinging his leg over the bike. then, he held out his hand to help her get on.

hesitantly, she took it and climbed on behind him.

once settled, she gripped the back of his shirt lightly—not wanting to overstep. but apparently, that wasn’t enough for izana.

without a word, he reached behind him, grabbed her wrists, and pulled her arms around his waist, securing them there.

y/n stiffened.

this was too close.

but izana said nothing. he just started the engine like it was the most natural thing in the world.

meanwhile, y/n’s thoughts were all over the place. she was hugging him. actually hugging him. would mikey be mad if he saw this?

wait—why did that even matter?

it wasn’t like they were together.

right?

but the thought of mikey getting the wrong idea—of seeing her like this with izana—made her uneasy. she didn’t know why, but it did.

lost in thought, she didn’t even notice when they finally pulled up to the mall.

as soon as they entered the mall, izana grabbed y/n’s wrist and led her toward a small store tucked in the corner.

“good, they’re still open,” he muttered, almost in relief. “it’s been years since i last came here.”

the moment they stepped inside, an elderly woman behind the counter beamed at them.

“welcome! oh—i remember you!” she gasped, eyes lighting up. “you’re the young man who customized those keychains a few years ago! my, my, you’ve grown up so beautifully.”

izana rubbed the back of his head, looking almost shy. “it’s been a while.”

the old lady then turned her attention to y/n, her smile growing even warmer. “and is this your girlfriend? oh, you’re a lucky one—she’s such a beautiful girl.”

“oh, we’re not—” y/n started, but before she could finish, izana casually draped an arm over her shoulders.

“she really is beautiful, right, baby?” he said smoothly, shooting her a teasing smile.

y/n blinked up at him, completely thrown off.

leaning down, izana whispered near her ear, “just play along. she’s a sucker for romantic couples—we might get a discount.”

y/n rolled her eyes but went along with it, offering the old lady a forced but polite smile.

“so, what do you want, babe? matching necklaces? keychains?” izana asked, clearly enjoying himself.

“bracelets,” y/n answered, ignoring the way he was grinning at her.

“ah, perfect choice!” the old lady clapped her hands. “they’ll suit you two wonderfully.”

y/n shot izana a glare, but he just bit his lip, trying to hold back a smirk. he’s enjoying this way too much.

while the old lady got to work customizing the bracelets, y/n found herself getting more and more excited. she could already picture mikey wearing his��and hers, too. meanwhile, izana casually browsed through the store, his hands in his pockets.

“it’s done, dear.”

y/n turned back and gasped. “oh, wow! thank you so much, it’s beautiful.”

the bracelets were simple but elegant, each engraved with an initial—one with an M and the other with her own.

“thank you! here, let me pay—”

“oh, no need, dear. it’s my gift to you two lovebirds.”

y/n’s eyes widened, and she turned to izana in shock. he leaned in, smirking as he whispered, “told ya.”

y/n groaned internally, but she still bowed in gratitude before they both stepped out of the store.

the moment they were outside, her excitement bubbled over, and before she could think, she threw her arms around izana’s neck.

“thank you, thank you, thank you!!” she practically jumped on him.

izana stiffened, clearly caught off guard. for a second, he didn’t know where to put his hands, but before he could decide, y/n quickly pulled away.

she cleared her throat, awkwardly avoiding his gaze. “uh—sorry.”

izana just chuckled, shaking his head. “silly.” he reached out and poked her nose. “shall we go home?”

“wait.” she tugged on his sleeve, pouting slightly. “wanna get cheesecake.”

izana let out a soft laugh. cute.

“c’mon.”

the air in the café was warm, filled with the comforting aroma of coffee and freshly baked pastries. y/n and izana sat at a small table near the window, their drinks in front of them. izana had ordered her favorite without even asking, and of course, he paid—something that led to playful bickering between them.

“seriously, izana, you didn’t have to—”

“too late,” he smirked, taking a sip of his coffee. “i win.”

y/n huffed, but there was a small smile on her lips. her gaze flickered to the time on her phone, and her eyes widened.

“oh, shoot. i need to get home.” she quickly grabbed her bag. “i promised manjiro a movie marathon in exchange for letting me go this morning. your brother is such a pain sometimes.” she rolled her eyes but laughed.

izana chuckled too, shaking his head. “yeah, he never does anything unless there’s something in it for him.”

they finally stood up. without warning, he reached down and took her hand, effortlessly intertwining their fingers.

y/n’s breath hitched. wait, what?

her heart pounded against her ribs, but izana acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. he simply tugged her along toward the exit, as if holding hands was the most natural thing in the world.

but just as they reached the door, someone else pushed it open from the outside.

y/n’s entire body froze.

mikey.

her fingers uncurled from izana’s in an instant, panic surging through her.

mikey’s eyes flickered to the plastic bag in her other hand—the one holding the cheesecake izana had bought for her. the realization dawned on him almost immediately.

his expression didn’t change. not really. but there was something in his eyes, something distant, something cold.

“guess i don’t need to buy you one after all,” he muttered, voice quiet but sharp.

y/n felt something crack inside her chest.

“manjiro—”

but he was already turning away.

“wait, manjiro—” she rushed after him, reaching out, fingers curling around his arm.

he stopped. just for a second.

“it’s not what it looks like, i swear—”

he let out a soft chuckle, but there was no warmth in it. just something hollow, something that made y/n’s stomach twist painfully.

“you don’t need to explain anything, y/n,” he said, gently prying her hand off him. “we’re not even together.”

and then, without another word, he walked away.

leaving her standing there.

leaving her with the weight of something unsaid, something that felt dangerously close to regret.

chapter nineteen | chapter twenty-one

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baek-at-it-again95 · 1 year ago

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We Know

Pairings: park seonghwa x fem reader x choi san

genres/content: action, agent au, mafia au? rivalry, leader bang chan, angry seonghwa, y/n is san's weakness lol

Warnings: profanity, violence, weapons, suggestive content!! please take care of yourselves <3

A/N: I am nervous about this one y'all 😳 I've never written something like this before, but it ended up being so fun! This is for my friends, @milfks and L, who had these wonderful ideas! Love you two lots <3

Synopsis: Tonight's mission is in your hands, and you're eager to prove that you're capable of handling it on your own. Unfortunately, your plans are interrupted a bit sooner than you expected.

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"I've got eyes on him," you mumble, pretending to fix your diamond earring as you adjust your earpiece. Surveying from the platform of the mansion's grand staircase, your eyes follow a man in a black suit as he turns the corner and disappears down a far hallway.

Chan's sigh rings in your earpiece. "Be careful."

"I can handle myself. Trust me."

"I trust you, Y/N. You know that. It's everyone else that I don't trust. It's your first time unaccompanied," Chan says.

"Like I said, I can handle it. Besides, the boys are always out by themselves and they're just fine." If you could see Chan right now, you know he'd be pinching the bridge of his nose out of stress, holding back from giving you a lecture on why your situation is different from theirs. You know his concern is out of love, and he would blame himself if anything were ever to happen to you. But this is your chance to prove yourself. Tonight, you'll be participating in an auction to get your hands on the Cromer, a powerful artifact that can control time. It's been rumored that ATEEZ has their sights set on it as well, so Chan had you do as much research on them as possible. Unfortunately for you, they're quite good at covering their tracks and keeping their identities under wraps. You know only a few of their names and faces, so you'll need to be extra careful about your approach to this.

The auction will begin in about an hour, and you'd rather not hear a lecture from Chan. "I'm going in," you whisper. Your black dress flatters your figure perfectly, and you're excited to show it off tonight. With a deep breath, you make your way down the staircase, your heels silent on the expensive red carpet.

Clusters of people stand together around the large space, sipping champagne and chatting amongst themselves. Many wives have separated into groups away from their husbands, who go on and on about their latest business ventures and investments. Understandable—how boring. You greet some people as you go, your charming smile in effect as their eyes land on you. One woman compliments your dress as you pass by, and you enthusiastically return her compliment, telling her that her own dress brings out her eyes. She blushes and tells you it's custom made, which basically means "my dress is worth twice as much as the average person's monthly paycheck."

You continue to weave through the crowds and admittedly get a bit distracted, still thinking about the woman's compliment. As you turn into the hallway you witnessed your target disappear into, you bump straight into an oncoming person. A strong arm wraps around your waist before you can lose balance on your high heels.

"Woah there, doll. Straying too far, are we?" A tall man with dark hair looks down at you, his eyebrows raised.

Park Seonghwa. Just the man you were looking for.

"My apologies sir," you say quietly, feigning innocence and avoiding his eyes. His arm leaves your waist after steadying you. "I was wandering in hopes of finding a vacant room to lie down...I'm afraid I've had a bit too many drinks too early in the night." You stumble for dramatic effect, hoping he'll eat up your lies. "I have to sober up before the auction," you say, shaking your head. "Daddy will throw a fit if I spend all his money tonight."

The man looks amused. "Yeah? Better be careful, princess."

"I can handle myself," you say for the second time tonight, stepping closer to trace the pads of your manicured fingers over the fabric on his chest. He tilts your chin up gently, and you meet his intense gaze. He's breathtaking. Suddenly, you have an idea that seems much more fun than your previous plans.

Sorry Chan, you think as you press yourself against Seonghwa.

***

You didn't find anything of importance on Seonghwa's person, but you did manage to slip a tracking device into his suit pocket. Chan should be able to access his location any minute now.

You enter the auction room fifteen minutes before the event is scheduled to start, scanning the tables for your seat. It's dimly lit, a majority of the lighting coming from a screen behind the stage. You don't see Seonghwa seated anywhere yet.

"And what are the starting bids on you, lovely?" a low voice asks, breath tickling your ear. You turn to look at the owner of the voice, his strong facial features almost as striking as his neatly-styled red hair. He's practically undressing you with his eyes, and you can't say you hate it.

"Whatever you've got to offer, pretty boy," you reply sweetly. He smirks, pleased with himself as one of his hands finds your waist.

"My friend says you're not as innocent as you look."

"Pardon?" you ask. The man turns you around, your back against his broad chest as his free hand reaches up to your ear. Before you know it, your earpiece is on the ground in front of you, crushed beneath a polished designer shoe. Looking up, you see that the shoe belongs to none other than Park Seonghwa. Of course they're working together.

You freeze as something cold presses to the exposed small of your back.

Fuck.

"One wrong move and you're done for, princess," the man with red hair says calmly, lowering himself back down to your ear. "Try to cause a scene and innocent people will pay the price."

You take a deep breath before nodding your head in submission. You slowly turn back around and watch as he returns his gun to his shoulder holster, his expensive blazer completely concealing it. No one around you sees the ordeal, too distracted and eager to spend their money. The man then puts his arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the auction room. Seonghwa follows close behind, making sure you aren't able to slip away. You have no idea if he is armed at this point in time.

You're led into a large meeting room at the very end of the upstairs corridor, the bright moonlight seeping through the open balcony doors and illuminating the glossy wooden table at the center of the room. You catch a glimpse of the pretty garden below the balcony before the man guiding you throws you to the floor. You can feel the bruises forming on your knees instantly.

You don't dare fight back yet—your training in hand-to-hand combat doesn't do shit when your opponents are armed with guns, of course. You would attempt it if he were alone, but with Seonghwa present and potentially armed, you'd rather feel the situation out.

God, Chan will never let you out onto the field again. He's probably losing his mind now that you've lost contact with each other. Not to mention the fact that you were busted before you even had a chance to get what you came here for. The auction is going to start any minute, and now you're certain there are other ATEEZ members in the auction room that are ready to claim the Cromer instead of you.

You're angry with yourself for not being more prepared with your own weapon, but your favorite handgun unfortunately didn't fit under your dress of choice. You sigh to yourself. At least you look good in it.

"Give it up, sweetheart. We know what's going on here," the man with red hair says. Seonghwa locks the door behind him before speaking.

"I saw your wolf tattoo, and I've seen only one other just like it. You're working with Bang Chan," he states, is emotions unreadable.

No. You had forgotten to conceal your waist tattoo since your dress fully covers it. You hadn't expected to completely remove your dress tonight. Rookie mistake. You should expect everything.

"All this over a tattoo?" You eye him, downplaying the situation.

"How brave of you to interfere with our operation by yourself," the other man comments, ignoring your previous sentence. "No back up here to save you, huh?"

"Oh, you don't really believe she's here alone, do you, San?" Seonghwa asks. Choi San. You recognize that name. Seonghwa comes over to you, a completely different aura surrounding him now. He's intimidating, gripping your chin with much more force than he had earlier. "Be a good girl and tell us where your friends are, yeah? Don't make things difficult." A chill runs down your spine at his threat.

"I'm not here with anyone," you state. It's the truth. Even though Chan had insisted he wait in his car nearby, you convinced him to stay and monitor operations from your base. If you don't make contact within the next hour or two, he'll know something is wrong and follow Seonghwa's location.

"Wrong answer, princess." He grips your hair harshly and you wince. "I have a hard time believing that they would put you in a situation like this without back up. Where are they?"

It's sweet of him to underestimate you, honestly. You got yourself into this situation, and you're sure as hell going to get yourself out. You're already halfway done formulating your escape plan. "I said they're not here," you answer again. He lets go of your hair with a hiss.

"It would pain me to ruin such a pretty face...I think we'll let the boss deal with you."

The boss? Chan told you that no one knows the leader of ATEEZ—it's safe to assume that anyone who's seen him hasn't lived to tell the tale. You're not sure if he'll have any mercy at all to offer you. But maybe these two still have some in them.

"No, please!" you plead, your fists balled up as they rest on your thighs. "If I tell you where they are, will you go easy on me?" You let your head hang low, looking at the floor. San lowers himself in front of you and you find his eyes. You blink, letting a few tears slip down your cheeks.

"Sure, doll face. We will." You look away from him to briefly meet eyes with Seonghwa. He still stands at full height, arms crossed as he looks down at you. Perhaps it's your tears making your vision blurry, but you swear his gaze softens at the sight of you. You look back to San, sniffling.

"You promise?"

Now, never ever would someone in their right mind trust a promise from someone like them. But you're not planning on following through with your own side of the promise, either. Two can play at this game. You would never jeopardize the safety of SKZ...you told Chan you could handle yourself and you meant it.

"Promise," San says. He's truly something else, radiating such strong and convincing charm. You would fall for his promise in a heartbeat if you didn't know who he really was.

As you slowly rise from your knees, San stands with you. "They made me do it," you confess, more tears spilling from your eyes and taking your favorite mascara with them. "They said they would kill me if I didn't," you whisper, looking away.

"It's okay, doll," San says, coming closer to comfort you. You flinch before he touches you. "Just tell us where they are, okay? We'll help you." You bury yourself in his chest, your frame shaking in his arms as you cry quietly.

Your best performance yet, if you say so yourself.

After a long minute in his embrace, you begin to pull away. In the process, you grab the gun out of San's shoulder holster and hold the barrel to the center of his chest. He curses under his breath, raising his arms in defeat. You slowly step backwards, turning your aim to Seonghwa as a warning not to try anything, and then returning your aim to San. Seonghwa makes no attempt to grab for anything, so now you know for a fact that he is unarmed.

"I told you the first time that there's no one here with me." You smile. "But it's nice to discover that you both have a heart."

"Tell Chan we said hi," Seonghwa replies, irritated.

"Of course, it would be rude of me not to. It's truly been a pleasure, boys." You give Seonghwa a wink. "We'll meet again, right? Maybe you can introduce me to your boss next time."

You've backed up far enough to step onto the balcony, assessing the situation above and below. The garden below is deserted now that the auction has started, but it's a far drop to the ground. There is another balcony above you, but it seems a bit too high for you to escape to. You're trapped, so you're going to have to pull this off fast to avoid getting hurt.

All you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat as you throw the gun over the railing into the garden. If you slip up, they could get their hands on it again, and you cannot let that happen. You'll fight the real way if you must.

As soon as it leaves your hands, the men launch at you. You quickly dodge them, ducking under San's punch and managing to sweep Seonghwa's leg, knocking him to the ground. Now that they're both on the balcony, you run back inside, shutting the french doors and locking them behind you. You know it will barely do anything to set them back—they could easily break them down if they wanted to. Through the glass, you watch as San pulls Seonghwa off the ground and looks at you. He doesn't make an immediate effort to get inside.

Is he letting you go?

You shouldn't wait around any longer to find out. You blow him a kiss before taking your exit out into the main hall.

But after stepping out, you see why they let you go...

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myownwholewildworld · 9 months ago

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wherever you go (a joel miller’s ff) - chapter 6

chapter 5 | series masterlist | main masterlist | chapter 7

pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader. (it's actually 2004 now)

summary: after months in the wilderness, you finally arrive at chicago. adapting to this new life has its cons, but also its perks. joel's birthday is around the corner, and you have planned for a couple of things you hope he likes...

a/n: hiya! here's chapter six!! it's packed with a bit of everything, especially drama because why not? 🤷 i want to thank you all ― i just realised that the first 3 chapters have hit over 100 notes each! i'm so damn grateful to all of you, honestly. as much as i'm writing for myself, i'm loving how hooked some of you are with this story 😳 also, i'd like to apologise in advance if i have butchered chicago's layout or its history, i did try my best doing some research. as always, thank you all for engaging. i do appreciate any comments, reblogs and/or likes you may want to leave! even asks/requests if you want to! take care lovelies <3 x

warnings: 18+, mdni. mention of Sarah's death. angst. fluff. filthy smut (don't you know me by now?). porn with plot or plot with porn (however you wanna look at it). irresponsible use of contraception (don't do that). consensual somnophilia. dry humping. unprotected piv. masturbation (m and f). creampie. pussy slapping. fisting. squirting. cum play. a bit of assplay. makeup sex. sir kink. “bar” fight. alcohol consumption. blood. stabbing. swear words. mention of past racist events and the precursor to the chicago race riot of 1919. soft!dom!joel. a bit of aftercare. pet names (darlin’, sweetheart). i'm sure i'm forgetting something lol. reader is female, no other description given. reader is mid-late 20s, joel is now 37 (🎉!). no use of y/n. joel’s and reader’s pov.

w/c: ~6.9k.

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Chicago was definitely not what you had expected at all. Shit had gone down really badly in this place. It took you a week to cross the southwest area, keeping close to Interstate 55 as a reference. The worst you had seen was Chicago Midway International Airport. Airplanes had crashed on the runway, the esplanade was a makeshift cemetery even almost a year after Outbreak Day. Bodies piled on top of each other, fires would break out in the adjacent buildings. The control tower was completely dilapidated. And the grounds were full of clickers.

Tommy, Joel and you made it through the worst neighbourhoods. As you covered more miles, Tommy and Joel realised that this had not been the best idea. But you were already there, so the best option was to move forward. You all had to defend yourselves, and each other. Although the Miller brothers took out many attackers ―humans and infected alike―, you also had your good share of action. You didn’t like it, but you were good at shooting. Your clothes were stained with blood and sweat. You endured, and you survived. That was what mattered.

The whole city was in shambles, divided by two different groups: the government and the rebels. The government held the north side of the Chicago River, from River North Gallery District all the way to Old Town ― basically everything to the east of Interstate 90. The rebels, on the other hand, controlled the south ― all the movable bridges along the whole Wacker Drive, from New Eastside to Chinatown. Anything further south or north, and between Interstates 55 and 90, from Little Village to Naperville, was no man’s land.

You ended up on the rebels’ side randomly. Tommy was not very happy about it, blaming the communists for overpowering the government, but it wasn’t like you had a choice. If you tried to cross any bridge to go northwards, you would be shot at with no warning. From both sides.

It took a while to convince the Rioters ― that was how the rebels called themselves. Two weeks later, on the 20th of August, you were given a place to stay near the Art Institute of Chicago, which was also the operations base. You did try to integrate yourself in this society as you knew it was better to have more friends than foes. The Millers, however, kept to themselves ― Joel more than Tommy, as you had expected. No surprises there.

The flat you were in was in urgent need of repairs but was better than sleeping rough. You and Joel fixed as many things as you both could, while Tommy took cleaning very seriously. It wasn’t much, but it was the place you called home for the last month. The only downside was that it only had two bedrooms, so Joel and you sadly had to share the only double bed available, while Tommy had his own room.

You wouldn’t lie to yourself ― the last four weeks had been pure bliss in a sense. Waking up every day besides Joel had become a delightful habit. He had awakened you many a times either in the middle of the night or in the early morning to give him a hand. Literally. And you had done exactly the same thing when you had needed it. You were sure Tommy was sick and tired of you two, but you didn’t care.

You stretched out, still lying in bed. The morning light had not come through the curtains yet, but it soon would. You rubbed your eyes and then let your arms drop to your sides dramatically. You were not a morning person, but your sleeping schedule was all fucked up. You rolled to your other side in an attempt to get comfortable.

Joel was sleeping on his right side. You had noticed he usually did in the same position. When you had asked him why, he had explained his hearing in his right ear was messed up since his suicide attempt. You wished you could have been faster that day to prevent the gun from going off. Ah, the regrets you both had…

His back was towards you, him facing the door. Despite the repairs you all had done to the flat, it was still not the safest. Every night one of you would make sure all locks were engaged and would bar the front door. A few days ago, someone attempted to break in. Since then, all of you would sleep with a firearm nearby.

Today was Sunday ― 26th of September. Which meant it was Joel’s birthday, as well as the first anniversary of Outbreak Day. The anniversary of Sarah's death would be tomorrow too. You had tried to talk to Joel about today, but he didn’t seem to be interested in celebrating at all, which you completely understood. As much as you wanted to do something, you respected his decision. You had only planned for a couple of low-key things, which you hoped he wouldn’t mind.

He had fallen asleep only with his briefs on, the bedsheet draping around his legs. You couldn’t see, but you were damn sure he had his arms crossed at his chest, always on guard. Your eyes dwelled on his upper body, two perfect dimples on his lower back. His shoulders were broad and toned, his waist smaller. He was not the most muscular guy you had ever seen, but he was perfect the way he was. His calloused hands had shown you multiple times how good he was for you, despite what he thought of himself.

You couldn’t resist, your mouth dry. Your fingertips traced the curve of his neck, then his left shoulder down to his elbow. Your hand caressed his left hip and slipped down to his front, following his V line. Your fingers touched the elastic of his briefs ― and something else.

You gulped down the knot in your throat, your heart beating harder in your chest, when your fingertips brushed over the damp tip of his cock. Joel’s morning wood was so prominent, his glans had slipped out of his underwear and was showing. You wetted your lips as you stroked him carefully. A deep, almost guttural growl flowed from Joel’s chest.

You got closer to him in bed, your nipples grazing the skin on his back even through your pyjamas. It probably wasn’t the best time ― you knew he was tired, but you wanted him so badly. Liquid fire was pooling in your furrow, knowing his erection was right there for you to play with.

Your internal battle didn’t last long.

You pulled down his briefs to free his warm dick. You didn’t need to look to know his shaft was resting against his happy trail, the head touching his belly button. With no hesitation, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, squeezing him delicately. Then you slid your hand down his meaty column, holding him firmly, in a very slow but strong pump.

He groaned, still asleep as far as you could tell, as you started pumping him ― more heat and excitement gathering in your pussy. You dunked your fingers in your panties, touching yourself. You were already wet, the mere thought of making him yours was enough. You kissed his left shoulder at the same time he uncrossed his arms ― his left hand over yours, feeling the rhythm you were imparting on him.

He was awake.

Joel didn’t remember what he was dreaming about, but he was sure it wasn’t this. When he looked down and saw your tiny hand trying to muffle his cock, he closed his eyes with a sigh. That felt damn good. He was knackered after last night’s patrolling shift, but this was exactly what he needed to decompress.

He turned around, his back flat against the uncomfortable mattress. His eyes were pinned on yours, your sweet hand upping the speed. You leaned towards him and invaded his mouth with your devilish tongue. Joel moaned in the middle of the kiss ― his brain completely switched off. He could not think straight when you were handling him like that.

Quickly letting go of his erection and mouth, you got rid of your pyjama shorts and your underwear. Then you doubled down your efforts with the handjob ― his throbbing cock was calling for you. You could see a few drops of precum sliding off his veiny shaft, which you swiftly gathered with your thumb to rub them against his leaking slit. You felt his dick pulsating hard for you ― your cunt palpitating at exactly the same time, anticipating. Your bodies were fully synchronised.

You then climbed on top of him, his balls welcoming the touch from your puffy lips. You rolled your hips against his, looking for that friction you so much loved, and took a deep breath before taking off the top of your pyjamas, throwing it to one side. You bended down, your mouth looking for his, so thirsty.

“Good morning, handsome”, you whispered as a greeting.

“Mhmmm”, was the only thing he managed to hum, sleepy.

You smiled and broke off the contact, straightening your back. His rough hands slid from your knees, across your thighs, to your butt. He clasped your ass cheeks with assertiveness. With no more words than those, you took his steely cock in your hand and lifted your hips. You glided his glans over your damp fold a few times, your cunt beseeching to be stuffed.

You guided his tip to kiss your entrance and descended on his dick slowly, very slowly, the palms of your hands flat against his lower abdomen to steady yourself. You closed your eyes, head tilted backwards, and whined loudly. Each inch was a blessing. Once his cock was entirely inside of you, you peeked back down at him and did a circular motion with your hips. His eyes were so intense you couldn’t look away while you started riding him.

Joel closed his eyes unwillingly when the muscles in his lower belly cramped. He didn’t want to miss a single second of this, so forced himself to open them again ― he loved seeing how the pleasure transformed your beautiful features. Your half-lidded eyes, your lips parted, a river of pearly sweat coming down in between your bosom. Your perfectly round breasts bouncing in front of him. He was a lucky bastard.

He liberated your ass, his hands drifting to your bust, holding your tits. While he kneaded that tender flesh and coddled your nipples, you covered his hands with yours. You were still jumping on top of him, albeit more erratically, as you felt an orgasm hit you with full force. You mewled as your needy pussy discharged the seed of your pleasure all over him, hugging his hard erection, strangling his cock, encouraging him to come with you.

Joel was so damn close to coming, his nuts contracted with equal parts of pain and lust. He could feel your gush soaking his dick. He was about to lose his goddamn mind ― he needed to stop. His hands abandoned your breasts to place them on your butt to help you lift it up, so you would release his cock before it was too late.

“No, it’s okay. Fill me up, please, sir”, you wailed, your palms against his chest, your hips grinding against his.

Joel glimpsed at you with doubt. It was like you could read his mind, because you knew what he was thinking. You smiled softly, your wet pussy palpitating around his cock. You forced your inner walls to contract against him as you leaned forward to kiss him.

“I’ve got the morning after pill. Please, please, Joel, come inside, I beg you. Trust me”, you wept, laying down on top of him.

He thought himself mad for believing you, but he did. Because he was mad for you, regardless of what he tried to convince himself of. He lifted your butt up off his lap with his hands ― with the help of his legs, the heels of his feet against the bedsheets, he thrusted into you like a madman while you remained still on top of him. Drilling your weeping cunt, as hard and fast as he could. He just wanted to know how it felt just once; he wanted you to milk him dry.

Joel fucked you like there was no tomorrow, the room echoing with the squishy sounds and the impact of flesh on flesh. He was fucking you so hard that you came again at the same time he spilled his spent in you ― Joel groaned like you never heard him before. The slick warmth you felt inside made you smile, your face buried in the curve of his neck, your nipples brushing his. With his pulsing dick still inside of you, you bit the skin on his neck, leaving a mark behind.

“Happy birthday, sir”, you whispered in his ear.

That was your gift to him. And to yourself, because you had wanted this from the very first time he impaled you in the forest. You had had to trade a few bits for the morning after pill, but it was worth every single one of them. You felt your cave so clogged with him and his cum, you thought you had descended to hell.

You both stilled, catching your breaths. His dick was still twitching, housed by your greedy, soaked cunt.

A minute later, he sat up on the bed, bit your mouth and lifted your butt up, his cock becoming free. He quickly laid you down in fetal position ― resting on your righthand side, back slightly curved, head bowed, your knees bent touching your breasts. He placed a hand on your left hip and tilted your pelvis a bit forward, so he could inspect your heart-shaped ass and your puffy, reddened pussy framed by your inner thighs.

Just in time to see his cum gushing out of your hole, dripping across your perineum and then going downwards, skidding through your butt cheek. One of his digits caught the semen before it hit the bedsheets, retraced its steps back and shoved the cum back inside of you with the push of his finger.

“You can’t waste my gift to you, baby, it’d be so fucking rude of you”, he purred in your ear, his voice coarse and warm at the same time.

He laid on his side behind you, moving his index in a circular motion, looking for your g-spot and finding it. He stroked it dextrously, sliding it in and out slowly. You closed your eyes, and fisted the bedsheet in your hand, trying to hold onto something. Your mouth shaped a perfect ‘O’ when he bottomed out, quickly adding a second finger. And a third. Then a fourth.

It didn’t take long for your pussy to adjust to such delightful intrusion ― your inner walls felt like clay, reshaping around him. Joel could feel you relax around his fingers and took the chance, introducing his thumb in your pussy too. Now his entire hand was buried in your fluttering cunt, down to his wrist. He remained still for a hot minute while your muscles loosened up to house him.

Then he slowly started to pump his fist inside of you, back and forth, building up a steady pace. Joel bit your shoulder and then kissed it ― his tongue tasting the saltiness of your sweat.

By that point you couldn’t stop moaning very loudly ― the whole building was probably listening to your whoring screams as Joel fisted you relentlessly with his whole hand. Each push propelling his cum further inside of you as if he wanted it to take. He was thrusting you so harsh, your entire body was rocking back and forth on the bed. He was fucking you senseless just with his hand ― and you were loving every single second of it.

Your sticky cunt couldn’t take it for much longer ― it was wet, pulsating, contracting, overstimulated, yearning… Your pussy literally was his, and only his. The orgasm had been building up for so long now that when you let it go, weeping at the top of your lungs, it hit you like a motherfucking truck. Your whole body went into shock while you squirted ― you were shaking due to the force of your own release. For fuck’s sake, you could barely breathe.

You whimpered again when he removed his hand and rubbed your wetness all over your delicate folds. Before you could form a coherent thought, he spanked you on your crotch so firmly it tingled ― you almost died and went to heaven right there and then, biting into the pillow underneath your head. He kept on slapping your quivering cunt until your sensitive clit twitched one last time with devastating pleasure, contracting your uterus so the last trickle of cum oozed out of you. He caught it with his thumb and brushed it gently against your asshole, caressing the tight ring, until you fully relaxed.

You sighed, unable to move. You even felt dizzy. Your limbs felt so limp you didn’t think you could sit up, so you just stayed there, melting against the bedsheets. You hadn’t realised your eyes had welled up until a few tears ran down your cheeks. Tears of complete, utter joy ― there was no other way of describing it.

You were so damn grateful for this man, you swore to yourself you would never let him go. You had been with others, but none of your sexual partners had been so fucking attentive. Joel would always make sure you were completely satisfied, without fail. And that said a lot about him.

You rolled onto your back to look at him, wiping away the tears with a satisfied smile and dreamy eyes. He was still lying down on his side, his elbow against the bed, his head resting on the palm of his hand. He returned your smile ― such gesture transforming his rugged face. So gorgeous it tugged at your heart.

“Y’know, it was supposed to be all the way around today ― me fucking you until you begged”, you confessed, although it was not a complaint.

He grinned, his hand possessively cupping your mound. You parted your legs slightly so he could massage your sensitive furrow. It felt so calming after all that pussy-slapping he gifted you with.

“As redundant as it sounds, plans rarely go according to plan, sweetheart”.

Understatement of the fucking year, you thought.

You just laughed while his hand was still kneading your sticky flaps. Joel kissed your forehead before he took out his hand from in between your legs, your damp, intimate skin being swept by the cold air.

“The morning after pill?”, he asked a minute later.

“I got it from Kelsey, it’s in date. Don’t panic, it’s okay. I have three days to take it. Which made me think… I don’t need to do it straight away, right?”, you glanced up at him, a wide smile on your lips.

“Mhmm, I mean, it would be a waste otherwise, I guess”, he replied, tucking a stray hairlock behind your ear. “But I need a minute here, darlin’. You work miracles, but even I have limits. Wait up”, he mumbled grumpily as he palmed his left wrist, and then got out of bed while he tucked away his member back in his briefs.

Joel headed towards the en-suite bathroom. He came back out only a few seconds later ― you could see panic in his eyes. You sat back up on the mattress quickly.

“What is it, Joel?”, you asked with worry, kneeling on the bed.

“My wristwatch, I can’t find it. I am sure I left it by the sink before I came to bed last night. I can’t lose it. I can’t”, he was now frantically searching his bedside table, panic growing in his tone.

You bit down your lip, because you knew where it was. In the drawer of your nightstand. You had taken it in the middle of the night because your second present was getting it repaired for him today.

“I have it”, you whispered, shrugging with an apologetic smile.

“What? Why?”, he approached you, extending his hand towards you, his tone so serious. “Give it back now”, he almost growled at you.

His reaction took you completely off guard. Why was he so possessive over a broken watch? Trying to understand the sudden change in Joel, you opened the drawer and took it out.

“I just wanted to get it fixed for you, as a gift”, you didn’t understand what was happening.

“You have not fixed it, have you?! Because if you have―”, he snatched it off your hand, inspecting it.

You frowned ― his attitude towards you was completely off. What the hell was going on?

“Don’t you dare touch my fucking things, is that clear?”, he snapped.

You looked at him blankly, speechless. Then your own temperament started to shimmer under the surface.

“Wow, wow, wow ― Calm the fuck down, Joel. It’s just a broken, useless watch―”, you stopped yourself because of his perplexed look.

“Shut up. It’s not just any watch. You don’t fucking understand”, he yapped.

“I would try and understand if you just fucking explained it to me?!”, you shouted at him while you got dressed. “What is your fucking problem, Joel? What’s up with that watch? I don’t read minds!”.

“Forget it”, he grumbled, strapping the watch to his wrist before putting his trousers on and grabbing a T-shirt, heading towards the door.

“That’s it? You just up and leave?”, you repressed the urge of throwing a pillow to his head.

“I’ve got stuff to do”, he muttered.

A few seconds later, you heard him opening the front door. Then he slammed it shut.

It was around lunchtime now and you had not seen Joel since this catastrophic morning. While you had the impression that Joel’s reaction was due to something he would not speak about, he had no fucking right to treat you that way. You were just trying to do something nice for him, that was all.

You walked through the main hallway of the Art Institute of Chicago. It was rammed with people running around ― some armed, some not. You didn’t think that humanity would prevail in big groups in such circumstances, but it did.

The Rioters had established some sort of order. People had tasks to do, everyone working together to build up a community. Chores were allocated according to people’s skills. Joel had been put on patrolling shifts, Tommy was helping with carpentry and other building jobs, and you were in the hunting group. As much as you hated pulling the trigger, you were a very good shot. All thanks to your good old Texan father.

You were on your way to check with the group if there were any plans of going out today when you got interrupted.

“Hey”, someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“What’s up, Joyce?”, you looked at the older woman when you turned around.

Joyce was around fifty five years of age, maybe more, and was the kindest soul you had ever met. She had welcomed you to Chicago like a mother a daughter. Joyce showed you around, explained how the Rioters worked and guided you in the right direction. Because as good as everything looked, there was still darkness lurking around.

She was also the best cook ever. Like, no jokes, she could transform a tasteless rabbit in the most flavourful stew your tastebuds had ever been in contact with.

“I just finished cooking, do you want some stew?”, she asked with a warm smile.

Your stomach growled at the mere idea.

“Fuck yeah”, you replied ― your duties could wait, surely.

“Watch your language, kiddo”, Joyce reprimanded you.

“Sorry, sorry”, all that time you spent with Joel was showing.

You followed her to the canteen and patiently waited for Joyce to pour some stew in a bowl. You then went with her to a table where more people were sat down. You didn’t know any of them, so Joyce introduced you. You were damn sure you weren’t going to remember one single name by the time you walked out the door.

“So, you’ve never heard the story of Eugene Williams?”, one of the men asked rhetorically to a younger fellow across the table, who shook his head in reply. “He was a black kid in 1919, when racial segregation was still in place here in Chicago. The summer of 1919 was so hot the kid wandered off to the white side of Chicago beach without realising. A man threw stones at him until the kid drowned and died. That was what ignited the Chicago Race Riot of 1919 ― and why we, the resistance, go by the Rioters”.

You listened to every word while you ate your meal. After hearing that explanation, many things made sense. Although they named themselves the Rioters, there were no riots in the streets ― actually, people seemed happy here, given the circumstances.

“That’s right, Walter, younger people need to learn about the past, so those mistakes are never repeated again”, said Joyce.

The conversation then moved on to present times, the people talking about the continuous fight against the so-called government.

Joel got the afternoon patrolling shift that day, which he thought was a killer, considering he did the night shift last night. But it was good in a sense ― it would keep his mind occupied. You had angered him so much this morning, it had set his mood for the rest of the day. The thought of you erasing that memory had maddened him so bad, he had to walk out before he said something he would later regret.

That watch was the only anchor chaining him to what little remained of his humanity. A gentle reminder of what could have been but wasn’t. Every day he wondered how Sarah would be doing in this new world. And most days, he was just somewhat grateful she wasn’t here to see what had become of civilisation. The unspeakable horrors she would have witnessed and suffered but didn’t ― it was very little consolation to a father, but it was better than nothing.

He absentmindedly touched the watch on his wrist, ensuring it was properly fastened.

Joel was stationed with other people in front of Bataan-Corregidor Memorial Bridge. In those long, never-ending hours, there was no activity on the other side of the bridge, but they had to remain vigilant nonetheless. By the time the next group showed up, it was already half eight in the evening.

Joel headed towards the headquarters to sign off and go home. He was already on edge, thinking about what he would say to you to appease you. Because he was damn sure you would be waiting for him, ready to pick up the fight where you both left it. As Joel walked past the canteen, he heard a familiar voice.

Tommy was on his feet, yelling at a man, his accusatory index pointing to the guy. Joel rolled the eyes to the back of his head ― he was sure his brother was so drunk he would probably not remember any of this the next day. Joel shook his head with disappointment ― some things would never change, not even when the world had gone to shit.

He planned to ignore the situation and get back home to you, when a fight started. Joel groaned in despair, debating what to do. But a man chose for him ― he saw how a bloke approached Tommy from behind, knife on hand, and he knew he had to do something. Joel quickly closed the distance in stride and grabbed the man from the neck of his shirt, pulling him backwards until the dude stumbled with his own feet.

Madness broke out, the whole canteen becoming a battling ground. People were fighting each other over absolutely nothing, throwing punches in the air.

“Tommy!”, he shouted angrily, while the younger Miller turned around and simply smiled.

That fucking pissed him off big time.

“Are you fucking out of your mind? How much have you been drinking?!”, Joel wanted to punch his brother so bad, he really had to control himself.

“Not enough”, he babbled.

As Joel approached his brother, ready to fight him if necessary, the man he had pushed away from Tommy tapped his shoulder. When Joel turned around, the dude punched him in the face and then stabbed him in the lower stomach.

Joel froze for a second, his back slightly curved, his brain coming to terms with what just had happened. He looked down while his hand gripped the handle of the knife. He knew not to remove it because it was the blade what prevented him from bleeding out. Then Joel glanced back up at the same guy and, without thinking, he removed the knife from his flesh and sticked it on the man’s shoulder with a growl.

Joel’s wound started to bleed like a pig in a slaughterhouse. Not that he noticed anyway, because hell literally broke loose.

It wasn’t late late, only ten in the evening, but none of the brothers was around when you returned home, which was weird. You could understand if Joel was avoiding you, but Tommy? You frowned as you called for them, shutting the main door behind you. Nothing, no reply at all.

Before you could walk to the living room to see if there was a note or something, someone knocked on the door.

You looked through the peephole. Joyce was standing outside, worry wrinkling her aged face. You opened the door.

“What’s the matter, Joyce?”

“It’s Joel, he’s in the infirmary”, she whispered while placing a soft hand on your forearm.

You just stared at her, bewildered.

“Huh? The where?”, you repeated, while her words started to sink in, your stomach contracting with fear.

“Come with me, kiddo”, Joyce took your hand, guiding you through the apartment building.

The next time you blinked, you were in an outbuilding outside the headquarters. Joyce palmed your hand with hers, in a calming gesture, while she took you to the far end of the shelter. The old lady planted you in front of Joel’s bed, and let go of you with a “take care”.

You stood there for a long minute, still trying to grasp what the hell had happened. He was asleep, his head slightly tilted away from you ― or so you hoped he was. Joel had no shirt on, a bloody bandage covering the right side of his abdomen. You got closer, your heart pounding in your throat.

“He’s fine, it’s just a scratch”, you looked up, befuddled.

Tommy was sitting in a plastic chair on the other side of the bed. He was crouching forwards, his elbow against his knee, head pressing against the palm of his hand. Tommy then smiled, which completely perplexed you.

You were about to reply, but suddenly Joel did instead.

“Fuck off, Tommy. Get your ass somewhere else”, he gritted his teeth.

You hadn’t noticed it yet, but you had been holding your breath, because suddenly you felt a stone being lifted off your chest. You glanced at the younger Miller, who had gotten up with a smile. When he walked past you to go outside, you smelled it. The stench of alcohol made you wrinkle your nose unconsciously.

Joel wrapped his fingers around your wrist to get your attention, so you turned around to look at him, so confused you couldn’t even form a sentence. Joel had already adjusted the pillow on his back so he could be somewhat sat up.

“It’s alright, no need to cry”, he said raising one of his hands to sweep away your tears.

You had not realised you were crying. Giving it a second thought, you probably had been since you left home. You pursed your lips and nodded, quietening your sobs.

“What…?”, you muttered, resting your cheek against his palm before placing a kiss on it.

“Tommy got into a fight in the canteen. He’s so drunk he probably won’t remember a thing tomorrow. A man tried to stab him, and I got in the way ― that’s all, sweetheart. No serious damage, just some stitches”, he tried to calm you.

You wished Tommy was still in the room, because you would have loved to slap the shit out of him for being so irresponsible. What the hell was he thinking? Joel was hurt because of him, and he had just left smiling as if it wasn’t so serious.

“Just leave him be, it’s worthless trying to speak to him in such a state”, something in Joel’s voice told you this wasn’t the first time he had been in this situation.

“Are you sure you’re fine? Joel, please, don’t lie to me―”, you mustered, trying to keep your tears in check, as you caressed his cheek.

He heavily sighed as he scooted over to one end of the tiny bed, leaving enough space for you to join him. You got on the gurney quickly, nestling against him, your arm across his chest in a half embrace. His body heat calmed your nerves a bit, although your hands were still shaking.

“I’m fine, I’m not lying. They won’t let me leave yet though, the nurse said I need to stay here for a couple of hours, until she’s certain the bleeding has stopped”, he explained, his fingertips tracing the shape of your right shoulder.

“I’m not going anywhere”, you said with a small voice, your left cheek against his chest.

Joel didn’t fight you on that, so you stayed by his side. His left hand was resting just below your face, his broken watch strapped around his wrist. You bowed your head a bit and kissed his knuckles.

“I’m sorry about this morning, I thought fixing your watch was a nice thing to do, considering it’s been broken since I met you”, you tried to explain yourself, but Joel hushed you by cupping your chin so your eyes would meet his.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. I know you meant well. It’s just…”, you heard him gulp down, as if the next words were extremely painful to say out loud. “Sarah fixed this watch for me on my last birthday. It’s been stuck at 2.40 AM since… since we both got shot. One of the bullets broke it”, he recounted in a husked voice, his brown eyes focused on the timeless sphere.

Then it hit you. That was Sarah’s time of death. And, unknowingly, you almost ruined the last memento Joel possessed of his daughter. His most precious treasure. You felt sick to your stomach at the mere idea of being responsible for such a thing. Had you known, you would have never even considered doing what you had planned.

“Gosh, Joel, I’m sorry. I swear to you I didn’t know”, you breathed out desperately.

“I know, baby. I should have told you that instead of getting angry and for that I apologise, but I just couldn’t…”, he clenched his jaw, and you tried to soften his expression with the touch of your fingers.

“Don’t apologise, please”, you kissed his bearded jaw and remained in comfortable silence for the next two hours, until Joel was finally discharged.

The next day you both stayed home. Tommy had tried to apologise when he came back to his senses, but Joel was having none of it. The younger Miller eventually understood that his brother just needed space until he decided to forgive him and gave up in his efforts. You were alone with Joel all day, making sure he was okay and helping him clean the wound. Those stitches were going to leave a nasty scar on him, but it was better than the alternative. It was healing well, no signs of infection, for which you were so pleased ― probably more than him. You almost had to tie him to the bed so he would stop fidgeting around ― Joel was going to get the wound open again if he didn’t remain still for a bit.

You knew Joel was just trying to keep his brain busy because this day marked a year since Sarah was wrongly snatched from his life. That was why he was so taciturn and quiet today, and you let him be for the most part.

When he sat down on the couch in the afternoon, you just nestled against his body, in silence, his arm affectionately enveloping you.

Nighttime came around soon enough, and you both got into bed. Joel spooned you as soon as he laid down behind you, his right arm hugging you, his chest against your back. You soon fell asleep in his warm embrace, feeling protected and content.

Joel woke up a few hours later, one of his recurrent nightmares haunting him. He grumbled in displeasure and got out of bed to change the dressing over the wound. He did so efficiently and returned to bed, slipping under the bedsheets quietly.

Another hour went by, and he was still awake, his eyes on the ceiling.

He rolled onto his left side and saw you sleeping peacefully, in the exact same position you fell asleep. You had not moved one inch. Joel smiled softly as he got closer to you, sliding his arm around your waist and dragging you over to him, looking for your soothing warmth.

Unconsciously, you wiggled your hips to bury your butt in his bulge, and Joel contained a pitiful moan. Your perfectly round ass was innocently embedded in his groin. Now he was sure as hell he was not going to be able to fall back asleep. Irremediably, he pressed his manhood against your buttocks again, looking for that friction.

Joel felt his cock tense up, an erection taking hold. He freed his manhood, slowly pumping himself ― his leaky tip brushing your asscheek until a wet patch adorned your panties. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t resist. You were all curled up, drooling on the pillow, faintly snoring, your knees slightly bent. He cut the distance between you and shoved his dick in your thigh gap, his shaft rubbing against your pussy covered by your underwear.

Sweat gathered on his brow as he rocked his pelvis back and forth, your thighs sweetly compressing his cock ― the tip feeling cold when it overhung on the other side. Joel kissed your shoulder, his hand gently placed on your hip to steady himself.

“C’mon, baby, wake up”, he husked near your ear, gently nibbling your earlobe.

You hummed, half awake. You felt your body being rocked, your eyes fluttering open and looking downwards. Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Joel’s glans sticking out through your thigh nook, then disappearing from sight to reappear again. You smiled pleasantly, shutting your eyes, as you felt your needy cunt melt for him. You pursed your lips with delight.

“Can I have my birthday present again, sweetheart?”, he whispered in a constrained tone.

You nodded, scatterbrained.

You were drenching your underwear so bad, there was a visible damp, darken spot right in the middle. Joel pulled back from in between your legs and pushed the bridge of your panties to one side. He lodged his cock in between your puffy lips, sliding it through your entire slit a couple of times to douse himself with your fluids.

“You’re soaking wet, baby”, he muttered as you let out a soft moan when Joel pressed his tip against your dripping hole, your flesh parting as the Red Sea.

Then Joel slowly pushed his hard cock in inch by inch down to his balls. His right arm hugged you, poising you in place and sneaking his hand under your pyjama top to hold one of your full breasts. He stilled for a second, feeling your cunt sheathing him like a warm glove. He thrusted once, twice, thrice. You lost count after that, Joel plunging into you from behind, gaining erratic speed. You grasped the bedsheet in your fist, your spit pooling on the pillowcase.

You placed a hand on your mound and a few seconds later, you slipped it under your panties. With the palm against your clit to cause some grinding, you could feel Joel coming in and out of you in between your index and middle fingers. Your gushing cunt started palpitating around his slick cock, your inner walls squeezing him hard as you came, mewling like a kitten in heat.

Joel quickly followed you, his cum filling you up, breathing roughly behind you. You tilted your head towards your right to look at him over your shoulder. He kissed you, first gently, then more demanding, while his dick was still throbbing with the last wave of his release. Joel pinched your nipple before freeing your mouth.

“There you go, sweetheart, so you don’t forget who you and your tight pussy belong to”, he groaned as he pulled out of you.

“Thank you, sir”, you said gratefully.

Joel put your underwear back in place and pressed the palm of his hand against your wet panties, his cum trickling out with yours and swamping the piece of clothing even more, saturating it, almost as if you had pissed yourself.

“Go back to sleep, darlin’”, he kissed the nape of your neck, his hand still lodged in your thigh gap, hard pressed against your satisfied, clothed pussy. You loved how possessive he was of you, literally claiming your cunt for himself at every chance he got.

With a pleased sigh, you tucked your hands under your head and fell back asleep within seconds.

The earth was round again.

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Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 17)

Hello, and welcome back to Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics! Apologies again for the huge delay. I've had a busy last couple of weeks, but also...well, I posted about this earlier, but I hath been consumed by the beast that is Deadpool & Wolverine and have fallen back into my Wolverine obsession. I won't go on too much about that here, because that's not what you're here for, but I am letting you all know that it is definitely the most to blame for why this is so late lol.

But enough about that! Back to the real reason I have these little openers: thank you all so much for your support of this series. It's crazy to me that anyone at all cares about what I've read and liked, but that so many of you have taken an interest and even shared these lists is truly mind-blowing. So, truly, thank you all so much.

I hope you're all having as good a day as you can, if not a great one.

Smoochies and squeezies!

List and links to previous/next part(s) below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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Broken Things (It's Complicated) by PalenDrome (nerherderette) (G | 1/1 | 3,880)

It's been fifteen years, and Derek still has feelings about that Jeep.

[excerpt] “Stiles loved that Jeep,” the Sheriff says with a wistful smile. “It was Claudia’s. When he left it behind…” He turns his gaze elsewhere, at some distant spot beyond Derek’s shoulder.

Derek feels a claw rip through the fragile paper. He’s not sure if the Sheriff changed his mind about allowing Derek to take the Jeep. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if he did.

“I’m doing my best. And I know; I want to get it up and running.” Derek wonders whether the Sheriff thinks he’s fixing it up for resale, or souping it up for an off-road joyride. Both possibilities leave him with an icy anger in his gut.

The Sheriff must understand what he feels, because his face softens. “What I meant is that Stiles loved that Jeep. He put whatever little savings he had into keeping that thing running. So, if he left it behind…” He runs his hand through his hair and sighs. “Sometimes, things are too broken to be fixed.”

Derek nods slowly. He understands. But he also knows it’s not just that things break down. It's that sometimes, people give up on them, too.

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Sure of You by inhystereks (G | 1/1 | 4,129)

The Sheriff knew Stiles had found his not-so-little surprise when he went completely silent.

“Dad?” he called.

“Yeah, son?” John called back.

“Why is there a werewolf in the living room?”

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Shine Bright Like a Unicorn by HappyJuicyfruit (G | 1/1 | 5,392)

Stiles never stopped seeing his imaginary friend, Benji the unicorn, he just stopped talking about her.

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how to court a werewolf by graveltotempo (G | 1/1 | 6,592)

Stiles accidentally begins a courtship with Derek. Wary at first, the werewolf accepts, and Stiles ticks off all the boxes of a traditional Hale werewolf courting - oblivious to the whole thing.

Because of course he is.

Peter thinks the entire thing is hilarious.

Cora thinks that they deserve each other.

(spoiler alert: they do)

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Stiles' Annual Halloween Prank by LuneFaitLaFolie (T | 1/1 | 6,736)

Working the graveyard shift on Halloween night, John spends most of his time waiting for the phone call that Stiles and Scott have been caught attempting their annual Halloween prank.

He isn't expecting that call to come in the form of a neighbour seeing a group of people covered in blood and dressed as werewolves potentially breaking into his house. Checking up on it himself, he really isn't prepared for the absolute mess unfolding in his kitchen.

Maybe those traumatised teenagers caught smoking weed in the preserve knew what they were talking about when freaking out over werewolves and witches and a psycho with a bat...

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Special Delivery (subway edition) by FiannlyPhoebe (NR | 1/1 | 7,630)

“You’re what?” Stiles yells.

Derek jerks the phone away from his ear and waits a few beats before putting it back. “I’m adopting the baby I found on the subway last month,” he repeats.

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Oh, Alpha of Mine by whentheywrite (M | 1/1 | 9,806)

When the alpha came for him, it was at the library. But Stiles had never wanted the bite.

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A Heart That's Overgrown by Justagirlwithapen (E | 5/5 | 14,852)

When Stiles is five, he meets Derek Hale. When Stiles is seven an itch begins in his throat, and when he’s ten he can no longer ignore it. When Stiles is 11 and a half, he coughs his first petals. When he’s 12, Derek Hale leaves town and when he’s 13 the petals stop and the itch lessens. But at 16, the shit hits the fan. At 16, Derek comes home.

The disease is progressing at a rapid rate, Derek is focused on revenge and his betas, and Stiles can barely admit his feelings to himself let alone anyone else. But flowers are crawling up his throat, and something’s gotta give.

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One More Again by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere (NR | 16/16 | 22,238)

When a strange man appears in the Hale Pack territory with an unusual proposition for Stiles and Lydia, Stiles is unable to resist going back in time to stop the Hale House fire.

Even after a few bumps in the road, Stiles finds himself in the past with one nearly-insurmountable goal - getting Talia Hale and the rest of her family to trust him with their lives.

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New Family series by DarkJediQueen (3 works | T-E | 26,986)

1. Life with the Hales (T | 1/1 | 9,681) Stiles finds a family that likes him for him. No change needed. He latches on with both hands and his heart. 2. Life with Derek and Cora (M | 1/1 | 9,240) Derek is more than happy to have Cora and Stiles with him in San Francisco. With them close again, he can start his courtship of Stiles. 3. Life in the Shop (E | 1/1 | 8,065) Stiles is back in Beacon Hills, living full time and opening up his new shop.

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Morning Light by heartsdesire456 (T | 1/1 | 27,272)

After two years as a deputy for the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, not to mention a lifetime of being the kid of an officer of the law, Stiles had seen some things in his time. Some weird shit happened in Beacon Hills, really. However, no amount of animals mauled in the woods, people going missing, psychotic teenagers going on killing sprees with their trained pet mountain lions (or so the official report stated; Stiles didn’t trust his dad’s account of that night back when he was in high school) could prepare Stiles for the sheer ‘what the hell?!’-ness of waking up at six in the morning for his shift, pouring himself a cup of coffee, and then noticing that outside the back window there was a little girl playing in his flower beds.

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Here We Are Again series by crossroadswrite (2 works | G-T | 27,528)

Basically I listened to Taylor Swift's All Too Well, got feels and this happened.

1. You Remember It All; When I Loved You So (T | 1/1 | 21,413) Derek takes a step forward and then stops. Stiles can see the way his muscles tense and tremble like he’s holding himself back by a hair. “What-“ his voice breaks, he gets a little choked off and has to drop his eyes. It’s been one year. He doesn’t think he can look at him after one year. “What are you doing here?” he mumbles into the floor, knows that Derek will hear him. “I-“ 2. I Can Picture It After All These Days (G | 1/1 | 6,115) Derek’s not nervous. He’s done this a thousand times. He just has to knock on the door, greet Stiles and somehow try to convince him to take his sorry ass back so they can date and live happily ever after. Derek shifts a little on the porch, shaking out his arm like he’s loosening his muscles for a fight. He can do this. He can totally do this.

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don't know what i'm supposed to do (haunted by the ghost of you) by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) (T | 1/1 | 30,926)

Stiles sees dead people. Yep. Seriously.

(He’s got this. He’s totally got this. So what if one of them is Derek’s mom?)

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Hold The Day by Daisyapples (NR | 1/1 | 38,405)

Derek froze, fear and anger battling inside of him.

“Personally, I’m very protective of the things I love,” Argent continued. “But that’s something I learned from my family. And you don’t have much of that these days. Do you?”

“Wow, man.” Stiles suddenly rounded the petrol pumps and put himself between Argent and Derek. “Low blow.”

It was almost amusing to see how put out Argent was; he shifted on his feet, hands clenched into fists as if he wanted to hit Stiles. Derek wanted to grab the boy and put him behind him but he also liked having a shield between him and the hunter.

“You know who this is, right?” Stiles gestured wildly, almost hitting both himself and the Camaro. “Little orphan Annie here lost almost his whole family in a house fire. You wanna learn a bit of tact?”

Derek was almost amused at the boy who had just called him little orphan Annie preaching tact.

Almost.

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Timing is Everything series by ChloeWeird (ChloeBYoung) (5 works | T-M | 63,159)

Starts off as accidental baby acquisition, then morphs into full-fledged domestic fluff with bonus angst.

Series is complete, but there might be a couple more little ficlets in me, just timestamps on the series.

1. Perfect Timing (T | 3/3 | 9,613) Nothing had tried to kill them for three whole years. His dad stopped updating the "Supernatural Accident Free for X days" counter. The pack was stable. The timing was perfect and they could totally do this. Stiles just had to convince Derek. Somehow, taking their relationship to the next level doesn't go as planned. 2. Comes With Time (M | 7/7 | 22,787) Four months ago, Stiles and Derek rescued a terrified young werewolf from an animal shelter, and now, they call him their son. But loving him may not be enough to help him heal from the trauma of months in captivity. 3. Borrowed Time (T | 1/1 | 3,014) Stiles gets a harsh reminder that their son wasn’t always theirs...and that Teddy’s family was never located. 4. That Time Again (M | 6/6 | 11,713) Stiles and Derek decide that they want to add to their family. But life doesn’t always work out the way they want it to. 5. Time Outs (T | 8/8 | 16,032) 1k-2k ficlets set in the "Timing is Everything" Universe. May be updated if I get inspired, but I'll mark it complete for now.

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The Moon's Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific (E | 2/2 | 82,866)

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

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southpaw series by elisela (13 works | G-E | 83,390)

Hello, 'tis I, Tin. Once again, Tumblr is throwing a hissy fit about me including all of the series summaries for the individual parts of this series. Usually when this happens, I give you my own little synopsis of the series in effort to entice you, but I'm going to do it a little different this time. Instead, I offer you the summary for the main story that I think is the perfect enticement to the series as a whole--

From part 2 of this series, "ahead of the count":

“Yankee fan,” Derek says, laughing when Stiles makes a disgusted face. “The Bronx Bombers, Stiles, you can’t be a New Yorker and—” “Stop talking right now,” Stiles sighs, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I still want to kiss you after that,” he says, pulling Derek in by his coat. “This is making me rethink everything." “I’ll never watch them again,” Derek promises, and Stiles laughs against his mouth.

Or: Stiles is a starting pitcher for the NY Mets when he meets and falls in love with Derek. Derek doesn’t know.

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Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen) (E | 12/12 | 109,100)

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar.

Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

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Shut Up and Help Us series by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere (2 works | NR | 144,162)

1. Of Course It's Fairies (NR | 54/54 | 100,257) While still suffering from the after effects of the Nogitsune, Stiles and the pack stumble upon and save a trapped fairy. The boy's parents, not wanting to be in the pack’s debt, offer each member of the pack who assisted in the rescue, the opportunity to bring a loved one back from the dead. Having been blissfully reunited with several of their once-lost friends and family members, everyone must work together to figure out how to function as a new pack, and how to defeat a new incoming threat. [I did not include the Fae & Fairies tag because after the first three chapters or so, they do not really play a large part in the fic, so I didn't want to mislead anyone!] 2. Survival Is A Habit (NR | 31/31 | 43,905) Nearly a year after the Hale pack defeated their first real threat, Talia gets a call inviting them to attend the Triennial Pack Convention. They gladly accept, hoping to use the TPC as one last celebration before the younger members go off to college. But when a series of events puts the pack at risk, they find themselves in desperate need of allies.

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What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm (E | 4/4 | 118,749)

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

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justmeinadaze · 1 year ago

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Children of the Night Part 9 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Daddy Vampire Eddie/Switch Vampire Stevie and Sub Human/Vamp Fem Reader, SMUT, dp, dirty talk, light spanking, light choking, blood drinking (obviously), slight roughness but more passionate, FLUFF, these three weirdos love each other so much <3.

ANGST, ANGST, ANGST!!

Domestic abuse and Child abuse triggers (we learn everything about the reader here including the abuse she's gone through including gaslighting and physical abuse) It's briefly touched on how the police didn't help her. Personally I felt like this added to her mistrust of authority like that mixed in with how law enforcement handled everything that happened with Eddie in Hawkins.

S4 things are touched on including Chrissy and what happened with Lucas, Erica, and Gareth. Brief conversations with readers mom, Wayne, and Mr. Harrington (the latter being an asshole of course). I think that's everything. The main thing I wanted to focus on was the abuse triggers. I know that can be triggering especially since some of the dialogue with the mother is lifted from things my own abusive parent said to me.

Love you guys! Enjoy this final piece.

Series here/ Buy Me a Coffee :)

Word Count: 7400

StokersGirl86: “Oh my god. I’m so excited. What do you think they are going to do?!”

Dannyalwayshere1: “I imagine it’s going to big after everything going on in the news right now.”

Minaismygirl: “Eddie better release Y/N so she can come find me. I can take care of her!”

StokersGirl86: “Oh please. You really think she’s innocent in all this?!”

StokersGirl86: “She was a fan just like us. No matter what her criminal mom preaches on tv.”

LivingDeadBoy24: “Like mother like daughter :P.”

Living DeadBoy24: “Maybe Eddie will sacrifice her the same way he did Chrissy Cunningham. I’ve been reading about what happened. It’s amazing.”

Justice4ChrissyCunningham: “You all should be ashamed of yourselves! An innocent girl was murdered and another may be kidnapped! They don’t need to be put up on a pedestal. They need to be behind bars!”

Dannyalwayshere1: “I see you think Steve Harrington is guilty to?”

CaliforniaPD: “This is the California police department and currently we seem to be having trouble disconnecting this stream. That being the case, we do highly recommend that everyone log off this site and do not engage.”

VampQueen91: “Yeah sure. Nice try whoever you are. I thought the police already had their location. Yet they can stream??”

Minaismygirl: “Because California PD sucks lol But who knows, maybe they just need them to stream to catch them…”

The video feed begins counting down and as soon as it ends three faces illuminate everyone’s screens. Both men were shirtless with hair frayed every which way as their black eyes starred into the camera with a small smirk painted on both their lips.

“Hm. I see everyone’s here and already has opinions.”, you growl as you quickly take in everyone’s words that flew across the screen. “We wanted to come on today to set the record straight about a few things. First and foremost, Edward Munson and Steven Harrington are dead. YOU killed them when you placed blame for something they didn’t do.”

Justice4ChrissyCunningham: Edward Munson murdered Chrissy in his trailer in cold blood.

“Oh, sweetheart. I can’t imagine how much you must be hurting, Andrew. You lost three friends in the span of a week to such odd circumstances. Of course, it would just be easier to blame Eddie. It’s the only thing that would make since right? Not that some other man come in and hurt her.”

Justice4ChrissyCunningham: I don’t know who you think I am but—

His picture suddenly flew up onto the screen for everyone to see.

“Normally I’m not one to display people’s personal business this way but after everything I’ve read and the things they told me, you can go fuck yourself. I see here while Eddie was missing you and Jason Carver assaulted a young man named Gareth in his garage. Police report says you and your friends jumped them while playing hero; broke the young man’s nose.”

The long-haired vampire growled deep from his chest at the accusation.

“It also looks like in March of 03, you tackled a middle schooler and threatened to break her arm if she didn’t tell you guys where Eddie was. That seems to be the same night Mr. Carver also beat up a young man while he was trying to protect his girlfriend. Hm. How odd that you were there for the last few deaths.”, you muse as you glance towards Steve who continues to glare forward.

“The night Steve went missing his blood was found mixed with two other jocks about your age. Friends, Andy? He tells me they were there to hurt him because he missed the man he loved. Kind of seems like violence is normal for athletes in Hawkins. Maybe that’s why Chrissy felt more comfortable with Eddie. I can’t imagine how angry that made Jason feel. Maybe angry enough…to kill?”

The count of people in the stream both drastically dropped including Andy and then suddenly increased with a new flux of people.

California PD: “Miss Y/L/N if you are in danger we can help you.

“I don’t need your help. I’m not a hostage with these men. If anything, I was a hostage growing up with the mother that you all so quickly rallied behind including you, Officer Williams. I spent my whole life dealing with people like you. Willing to believe any narrative that fit your agenda. I have been beaten and abused by almost everyone in my life but these men have done nothing but love and protect me! And you want to punish them for that?”

California PD: “Last chance Y/N. Tell us where you are and we can save you.”

“I told you… I’m safe right here…with Renfield and Dracula. My name… is Mina.”

With that both vampires bared their fangs and bit into either side of your neck.

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2 Weeks Before

Eddie didn’t say a word as he got up and angrily stomped back towards the bedroom.

“Baby, please.”, you pleaded as you watched him pull out the suitcases from their closet and throw them on the bed. “We had to have this conversation at some point—”

“No, we don’t. The answer will always be the same. No. Fuck no. Hell no. Take your pick.”

“Why?”

“Because I fucking said so. Now, start packing your shit because we are leaving in 30.”

“No.” The vampire paused as he slowly turned to face you. “No, fuck no, hell no. Take your fucking pick.”

Stalking towards you, he stopped till his nose was hovering just above your own.

“Get you shit and get ready to leave.”, he rumbled.

“You sound like John right now. You don’t command me, Edward.”

“Yes, sweetheart, I do. That’s what you agreed to, remember? You and Steve are mine—”

“In bed.”, Steve interrupted, coming around the corner. “In bed we belong to you. She’s still her own woman and is allowed to make her peace. Let’s hear what she has to say.”

“Steven, you and I didn’t have a choice. She does—”

“So you’re going to make it for her?” The long-haired vampire’s jaw clenches as he places his hands on his hips. “You’re right, I didn’t have a choice which is why we never had to have the conversation she wants to have but I always thought about it. If I was still human, you would have remained the same and I would have grown old. We would have lost each other again…”

Eddie’s glassy eyes glance his way as he sighs and takes a seat on the bed.

“After the last time she left and we didn’t have her…I’d rather not experience that now or even 50 years from now.”

“I guess we know what your vote is.”, he sasses.

“I think we can do this in a controlled way so what happened to us doesn’t happen to her especially since we would be doing it without her being hurt or wounded.”

“Fuck. O-Ok but I do it and we can change her after we get where we are going—”

“There’s no rush. I genuinely don’t believe they know where you are and are banking on us streaming again but we can find out. I can find out which guys are working the case and go through the digital file. I didn’t do it before because I didn’t want to put us at risk if I didn’t have to.”, you respond as you sit beside him. “I…I also think we should stream you changing me—”

“That’s a fuck no and I’m not budging on that. I don’t care what you both tell me.”

“I actually agree with him on that one, honey.”

“No, no. I mean we should do this together privately but make our fans and police believe you’re changing me. It will keep them invested to keep the revenue coming no matter where we go and show the police that we aren’t afraid of them. We now know that we can suck each other’s blood so…”

As Eddie sighs again, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss his cheek.

“I love you, Eddie. I trust you and I know I’m safe with you; both of you.”

Turning to face you, he kisses your forehead and holds you to him.

“Do what you have to do, babe, and we’ll start getting things together.”

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While the guys packed and ran out to grab some extra blood packs, you did some research into the people hunting for you three. You were right that they hadn’t found you yet but they were getting closer. One of the officers grabbed one of Dustin’s pings he created and traced it to the next town over.

“Hey pretty girl.”, Steve cooed as he slumped down onto his knees beside you. “What did you find out?”

“We’re still ok. They haven’t found us yet and from what I see here they most likely need us to stream again. Now this is a new development.”

Moving the mouse, you click on the news website in the background and play the clip you stumbled on earlier that day.

“So you say, Mrs. Y/L/N, you saw Y/N with Mr. Harrington and Mr. Munson?”

“Yes! Oh my goodness.”, your mother sobbed. “She came to visit me in the hospital because I was sick. She was always such a sweet girl. They threatened my life and then dragged her away. They are awful people.”

Feeling your anger, Eddie swished into the room as the other vampire petted your head.

“If you could say anything to your daughter, what would it be?”

“You monsters let my baby go! I love you, Y/N! So…so much…I can’t…”

“That’s not all I found.”, you whisper, clicking another link and pressing play.

“Mr. Munson! Mr. Munson! How do feel about the content your nephew is posting? Do you think he’ll kill Y/N like he did Chrissy?”

“Get off my property! My nephew…my nephew is dead. Haven’t you and this town sullied his memory enough!”

“Police seem to have strong evidence that this is Edward Munson.”

“Well, if he is alive…I hope he stays away. He can be happier with Steven away from these fuckers!” Eddie’s uncle pauses before entering the house the reporters were following him to. “I also want him to know that I love and miss him. I hope your happy, son.”

Steve grabs his partner’s hand as his stoic features faulter and tears begin to slowly fall that he quickly wipes away.

“Mr. and Mrs. Harrington! Anything to say about your son?!”

“We’ve made a statement already! Go away!”

The vampire’s eyes narrow at the sound of his dad’s voice.

“You really don’t think that’s your son in the videos?”

“I know for a fact that’s not my son. No son of mine would engage in that behavior nor be in a relationship with a freak like Edward *beep* Munson. Now leave us be so we can grieve our son in peace!”

“I’m sorry.”

“No reason to be, honey.”, he sighs shaking away the frustration. “We, um, got some more blood and we got you some more clothes. We found a house up north; I just need to—”

Eddie’s lips cut his boyfriend off as he cupped his face in his hands and pulled his body closer to his own. When he finally pulled away both boys were panting heavily.

“I love you, Steve Harrington.”

The pretty vampire smiled softly as his fingers lightly moved some of the other man’s hair out of his face.

“I love you to, Eddie Munson.” His mouth gently kissed him again as he began to sing making the metalhead breathily chuckle. “I’d give up forever to touch you. Cause I know that you feel me somehow.”

“You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be and I don’t want to go home right now.”, he sings back. “We don’t have a song for Y/N.”

“Oh, I don’t need one. It’s ok.”

“No, no, baby. Let’s see what we got.”, Steve smiles as he pushes the button on the stereo and starts searching through stations. He and Eddie cringe as a few come through that aren’t suitable in anyway making you laugh.

“Hey, wait. Go back.” After the vampire does what he asks, you three listen as the long-haired boy grins and bobs his head.

“And I wonder When I sing along with you

If everything could ever be this real forever If anything could ever be this good again The only thing I'll ever ask of you You've got to promise not to stop when I say when She sang…”

Taking ahold of your hand, Eddie spins you as you both smile and he sings along.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard this one before.”, Steve muses as he watches you two dance.

After letting you go, you grab a hold of his waist and he circles his arms around you as you sing.

“Breathe out So I can breathe you in Hold you in And now I know you've always been…”

Smiling, his lips kiss your forehead as you press your head into his chest.

“I love you both so much.”

“We love you to, sweetheart.”, Eddie replies as he comes behind you and holds you both tightly.

***

“What if I kill you.”

“You won’t, baby. I trust you.”, you try to comfort as you cup his cheek.

Nodding, he tilted towards you, placing soft tender kisses on your lips and along your cheek to your neck. When you feel him hesitate, you run your fingers through his hair and whisper adoration for him as you wait.

When his fangs bit into you, you were surprised how fast you blood left your body. Steve’s worried eyes watched as the color left your face and the sight killed him. Your eyes rolled shut and a tear left his eye as the memory of finding Eddie in the upside down flashed through his mind.

The vampire wanted to calm him but he couldn’t.

He had to focus on you.

After releasing his hold on you, he hurriedly wiped your blood from his chin and bit into his wrist offering it to you.

“Come on, baby girl. Come on. We need you to drink.” Just as Steve’s had, your eyes snapped open as the sweet taste hit your lips and you began to drink from him. “Fuck…good girl, princess. Mmph…There you go.”

Abruptly, you detached from his arm and passed out against the pillow as Eddie began to dizzily fall back.

“Whoa, honey. I got you. Are you ok?”

“B-Blood, Steve. I need… please.”

He didn’t waste any time, running to the kitchen and back as he tore the bag open for his partner to take.

“What happens now?”

“Now, we wait.”

Neither man left your side as they kept a diligent eye on you. Eddie held your hand while Steve kept his palm on your chest to make sure you were still breathing.

“It’s weird…I can’t feel her anymore.”

“When she wakes up you will and it will be more in tune. When you woke up that feeling was incredibly strong.”

Hearing the sadness in his voice, Steve reaches over runs his fingers along his face.

“What are you thinking about, baby?”

“Everything.” Eddie glances his way and his boyfriend’s loving gaze fills him with warmth. “I never thought about the future. I guess because I was stuck like this…it didn’t even occur to me that you two would age and I wouldn’t. When would you have asked me?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t even know how to bring it up. All I really wanted was for us to have what we always talked about. A happy, simple life away from all the bullshit in Hawkins.” Steve grins when his partner chuckles. “A nice two-bedroom home where we could settle down and have a family. Three boys and three girls you and I would spoil rotten. I would work some office job with so-so benefits and brag about my rockstar husband who was on tour but coming home soon.”

Eddie couldn’t hold it in anymore as the last couple days events hit him and he began to cry.

“I know, honey. I know”, he cooed as he held his free hand.

#############

The sound of something crashing to the ground startles both vampires as they sit up and jump out of bed realizing you were no longer between them. They could feel you though; fuck could they feel you.

“Jesus, Eddie…”, Steve groaned as his head lulled to the side.

“I-I know. Stay focused. We need t-to get our girl back first.”

“I don’t know if I can.”, the vampire whined as his palm began absently grazing the bulge in his pants.

“You will because I told you to, little boy. Do you understand?”, Eddie hissed.

“Y-Yes, Daddy.”

Slowly moving down the hall, they searched every nook and cranny before something loud in the kitchen caught their attention. They found you on the floor balancing on your heels in your bra and shorts they had laid you down in. The sound of your growling filled the room as you continued to bang on the refrigerator door with your palm.

“Y/N.”

Jumping at the sound of Eddie’s voice, you fell on to your butt and pressed your back to the cabinets as your black eyes glared his way.

“Sweetheart, everything’s ok. You’re alright.”

It took you moment but something in your face softened and your crawled towards him, pushing him back slightly before banging your hand on the door again.

“Daddy. Hungry.”

“You’re hungry, baby?” Reaching in, he takes out a bag and tears it open, handing it to you. Your wide eyes watch him as if he’s figured out a riddle you had spent thousands of years trying to solve and when he offers you what you want, you take it from him without question and chug it back. “Good. Good girl.”

After three blood packs and a peaceful smile on your face, even Eddie could still feel a hunger within you.

“What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me.”

Steve couldn’t control it any longer as his eyes darkened and his own hunger took over. Grabbing his partner’s shirt, he pushed him to the side as he began to crawl towards you. In your state, you perceived the action as hostile and practically roared as you tackled his chest, pinning him to the floor.

“NO! Bad boy…hurt…Daddy!”

His wrists tried to push against your hands but you were much stronger than before. Eddie couldn’t help but be utterly fascinated as he watched you both interact.

“Say…SORRY!” When he hesitates, your nose presses to his as you growl in a low voice that makes them both hard. “Now.”

“Sorry…Daddy…Sorry, honey.”

At the term, your eyes blink in surprise as you sit up slightly to gaze along his features. Steve’s own black irises search your face for recognition, finding it in your sudden shift of demeanor.

“Steve…”, you coo as lean down and run your nose up his bare, hairy chest to his neck. “Boy…hungry?” He nods emphatically, literally ripping your shorts from your body after pulling down his pants enough to free his cock. “Ask.”

A small whine leaves him as he turns to face Eddie whose eyes were now also black as he stroked his own length while watching you.

“Daddy…hungry. Please?”

He growled in response, hastily coming up to take his place behind you and runs his tongue up your spine to your shoulder. You mewl as you lower yourself down onto the man beneath you, gripping his neck to pull him up so you could press his head into your chest. Clinging to your hips, the metalhead guided himself into your ass and your head fell back onto his shoulder as they both roughly thrust into you.

When their fangs pierced your skin, you clenched around them causing them both to grunt and hold you tighter.

“Steve…Eddie…fuck.”

As your fingers tangled into his hair, you bit down on the pretty boy’s shoulder and his moan reverberated through the house as his body shook while releasing his seed inside you. The metalhead circled around to rub fast circles into your clit and you came off Steve with a heavy pant as he fell back onto the floor.

Taking ahold of his arm pressed to your chest, you brought it to your mouth as you bit into the skin. Eddie’s head flew back as your pussy quivered around him and you came hard. Yanking your hair, he shoved your face next to his boyfriend’s as he chased his high and with a few more aggressive thrusts warmed your insides.

Heavy breathing filled the room as both boys passed out beside you.

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5-year-old you pulls her knees to her chin as you hid under the kitchen table listening to your parents fight.

“Fuck you! You want to leave me than fucking leave and take that little brat with you.”

“I can’t! Jesus, you never listen! Marnie, doesn’t want kids right now.”

“Oh, oh. The slut doesn’t want kids so I guess whatever she says goes. I didn’t want kids either yet here we are!”, your mother slurs.

You listen to the sound of his footsteps as he stomps out the door leaving you behind. Glass shatters as the beer bottle she threw hits the wall before she falls to her knees and sobs.

12-year-old you cries as the police officer lifts you into his arms and tries to carry you out of the foster home you were physically fighting to stay in.

“Y/N, come on! You need to go be with your mom.”

“NO! I want to stay here! Please don’t make me go back!” You kick the officer, hitting his stomach causing him to drop you to the floor. As fast as you could you get up and run to the woman you had been calling mom for over 6 months. “Please! I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I promise!”

“Sweetheart, listen to me.”, she empathetically murmurs as she sinks to her knees. “It’s time for you to be with your mom. Who knows maybe things will be different this time.”

“It-It won’t. It never is.”

You and your boyfriend panted as you tried to catch your breath hiding under the pier.

“Woo, that was close!”, he laughs as 15-year-old you grins up at him. “But hey, now we can eat.”

Tossing the wallet to the side, he takes out the money and reaches for your hand as he guides up the bank towards the stores above. After purchasing a burger and some fries, you both share it as he lights a cigarette and stares off into the distance.

“I love you.”

“I love you to, babe.”, you smile as you bite into a fry.

When his fingers reach out to touch your face, you can’t help but flinch when his thumb grazes the cut on your lip from when he thought you were giving him attitude.

“I really do. Things are going to get better, Y/N. I promise.”

She couldn’t even make it three months. The police had brought you back home and as soon as they left your mother went off about you running away and how that made her look. By the third month, you tried to leave again and she stopped you.

“What happened to your arm, Y/N? You said you fell?”, the doctor asked as he began wrapping the cast around the limb.

You didn’t move or say a word as you stared off into the void. What was the point? The cops knew how she was yet they kept bringing you back. Even if you told this doctor the truth it wouldn’t matter.

“Sweetheart, I can help you. I just need you to tell me what happened.” The man sighs when you remain silent before whispering under his breath. “You don’t have to say anything just nod your head, ok? Did you fall?”

Your eyes meet his for a brief moment before autopilot takes over and you shake your head.

“Did your mother do this? Did she grab you?”

You nod.

“Ok.”

You stare at the screen in front of you as two men known as Renfield and Dracula make love to each other before biting his neck. A heavy sigh left you at the action and the human boy’s moan hit straight to your heart down to your core.

You had been watching them for over a month now and you couldn’t explain it but something about them just pulled you in. Hearing their voices and watching how they took care of each other made you feel safe. It’s part of the reason you kept coming back even though you knew if John ever found out you were seeing this he’d probably kill you.

That following day you were surprised when a message from the site appeared when you signed in from the creators themselves inviting you to a private session.

When their faces illuminated your screen, a little sigh left your chest. They were both so handsome up close. Because of the technology, you weren’t able to really see their features before but now you could see them in all their glory. Dracula’s eyes fluttered slightly behind his mane of hair.

“Hey Mina.”

Renfield glances his way in surprise as his partner spoke. Usually, he was the one that did the bulk of the talking so when he initiated, he was taken a back.

InnocentLittleMina: Hello.

“Hey, honey. We, um, we just wanted to reach out to you because we see you pop up from time to time. You don’t talk or engage very much.”

InnocentLittleMina: Yeah. A lot of the people here are kind of rude.

“Ha. Yeah they are. We were wondering and we understand if you say no but would you want to work for us? Dracula says a moderator could really help us get some control over these people. You don’t have to tell us your name or anything. We can send money straight to your account.”

InnocentLittleMina: You’d pay me?

“Yeah, honey. Of course.”

“However much you want.”, Dracula adds again making his partner’s head quirk to the side. “You just…seem like a kind person with a good heart.”

InnocentLittleMina: You don’t know me.

“We’d like to.”

His words flow through you almost as if you can feel how genuine they are. What’s the worst that could happen?

InnocentLittleMina: “Ok. I’d love to help.”

***

Both men groan as their eyes open and take in the scene before them. After what they saw, they couldn’t care less. They just needed to find you.

Rising to their feet, they power walk down the hall to find you closing a suitcase and quietly taking a seat on the bed. Your eyes lock with theirs as you softly smile and shrug.

“See? I told you I had experienced real monsters.”

“Sweetheart.”, Eddie breathed as he sat beside you and pulled you to his chest. “I’m so fucking sorry you went through all that. We would never ever fucking hurt you like them.”

“Or let anyone hurt you like that.”, Steve added as he knelt in front of you. “How are you feeling?”

“Calm. Clear. It’s weird. I’ve never felt like this before. I feel like I’m…home.”

“Because you are, baby.”, the pretty boy cooed as he kissed your palms.

“While you two were asleep, I packed up some clothes for us. I’m not sure what else we need.”

“Let me see if that relator guy called.”

After he disappeared, the metalhead cupped your face in his hands as his eyes ran along your face. You still looked like the girl they fell in love with but you seemed to have this air of confidence surrounding you that made him fall even harder.

“I wish I could have seen your life the way I saw his and you two saw mine. I think it’s because him and I are new…”

“Oh, baby girl, trust me. You don’t want to see that. Not all in succession like that. Everything kind of sucked till I met Steve. Before him it was a blur of heartache and anger.” When he sighed, your palm circled around the back of his neck and brought his forehead down to yours eliciting a small, nervous chuckle to fall from his lips. “Fuck…are you doing that?”

“Doing what?”, you murmur.

“Y/N, I’m a jaded asshole.”, he laughed. “It takes me a while to trust anyone and feel safe but the feeling running through me right now… God it’s so quiet. I can breathe.”

“Because that’s how I feel with you two, Daddy. You’re feeling me.”

“Fuck, Y/N.”, he groaned, his lips falling to the side of your neck.

“Wait…Wait, Eddie. I need to show you both something first.”

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Present Day

“Ok, Williams, we’re right outside the door. Going in, in two.”

The officer paces around his desk as he glares at the screen watching both men continue to feed while blood drips down your neck.

“Good. They’re still streaming in front of their computer. Be careful! They shouldn’t be armed but I’m not sure if they’ll react hostilely.”

“Entering in, 3, 2, 1. GO, BOYS!”

As soon as the door kicked in, a little box appears at the corner of your current feed showing the raiding team running through the house. Everything was still in its place including the blood staining the floor by the fridge.

“We have all eyes on us, guys. Go slow.”

When they find the bedroom, they scream into the void for you three to get down…

Only to find now one there.

The swat leader walked towards the computer, tearing off the note that was taped to the screen.

“I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as I never could have imagined might have rested there.

Our souls are knit into one, for all life and all time.

-Mina”

“FUCK!”, Officer Williams shouted as he kicked the chair in front of him.

CaliforniaPD: You can keep running all you want but you are just making it harder on yourselves! We found you once and we can find you again!”

You whine as your head falls against Steve’s chest and your black eyes flash towards the screen with a small smile.

“Good luck with that. I’m sorry to say, for you, we’re a lot stronger now than we’ve ever been.”, Eddie rumbled sarcastically towards the camera.

As you pull away to lean against the metalhead’s shoulder, the other vampire growls low with needs as his head follows yours for a moment before hesitating to focus on the camera.

“We don’t want any trouble. We just want to be left alone to be happy together but we will gladly do this dance again to keep ourselves protected and keep her safe!”

Your palm ran down his back, calming him as he tilted his head to place open mouth kisses on your shoulder as his own hand absently traveled under your shirt to run along the skin of your stomach. Eddie growled at the action as both vampires glared at each other. Grabbing his throat, the long-haired boy pulled his boyfriend’s lips to his own passionately.

“I think you all have had enough of a show…and I’m…hungry.” At the last word, your tone drops and after you wink towards the camera, you move the mouse, and shut it down.

***

“Did you guys see that? Over one million people were watching us!”, you giggle excitedly.

“Mhmm.”

Both vampires were still distracted as they detached from each other to kiss your neck again. Grinning as you bit your lip, wind messed their hair as you flash ran towards the other side of your new shared bedroom.

“Oh, come on, boys. Now focus.”

Trying to run after you, you hastily sprinted away, your beautiful laugh filling the new house you three were going to be living in. Eddie was the one to catch you first, practically tackling you to the ground in the living room and pinning your wrists beside your head.

“Hi, Daddy.”

As you beam up at him, he can’t help but smile down at you before bringing his lips to yours. Your hands flex in his grip but he remains steadfast as he kisses softly down your body and over your blood-stained shirt.

Steve crawls towards you both on his hands and knees, falling onto his tummy with his hand grabbing your cheek to turn your head so he could kiss you. Letting you go, your hands remain where they are as Eddie pulls down your panties and tosses them to the side.

His strong palms dig into your thighs as he lifts your legs over his shoulders and you moan against the other man’s lips as Eddie presses his face into your cunt wasting no time as his mouth devours you.

Your legs close around him and he mewls into you as your back arches off the floor.

“Fuck, Daddy! Your mouth feels so good.”

Maneuvering behind him, Steve spreads his partners legs a bit wider and his groans vibrate through your core as the pretty boy runs his tongue between Eddie’s cheeks. You grin blissfully as you watch the sight before you and you run your fingers through the metalhead’s hair.

“That’s it, honey. Fuck. Make our girl cum. Jesus, Y/N, I can feel how good he’s making you feel. Daddy’s so fucking amazing with that mouth isn’t he? It’s why he never shuts up.”

Eddie’s growls turn into moans when his boyfriend effortlessly slides two fingers inside him while pushing his head harder against your pussy.

“Oh, god!”

Your eyes roll back as you grind your hips against the vampire’s tongue till you tumble over the edge and cum. Releasing him from your grip around his shoulders, you pant as you try to catch your breath, shuddering at the feel of Eddie’s heavy exhales fanning your dripping core.

You’re not sure if it was the dominance within him or just how sexy both men looked right now but something inside you bubbled forward and you rushed towards them, tackling Steve to the floor.

“Hungry!”

Abruptly an arm wrapped around your stomach and pushed you back against the hardwood.

“No.”, the long-haired vampire hissed as his hand clung to your throat. “You ask, little girl. The rules haven’t changed. Not yet anyway.”

“Want…boy!”

“Beg me, Y/N.”, he cooed in a sultry voice that had both you and the other man whining. “Beg Daddy, baby girl.”

“Please, Daddy. Want…” You pause as you blink, trying to clear the fog and intense need from your brain so you could focus. “I want Steve. Please, may I…have him.”

As the black irises disappear and your natural eye color returns so does his as he smiles before giving you a tender kiss. After moving out of the way, he ushers Steve between your legs and helps lift your shirt over your head.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean to grab you like that. I just couldn’t—”

“Control yourself. I know, honey. I understand. You’re doing a lot better than I did though.” He taps his cock against your sensitive clit a couple of times making you jump and you both let out a strangled moan as he slides himself inside of you. “Shit. Always so fucking good.”

Falling on to your chest, he rolls his waist as you cling to his shoulders, leaving little pecks along his skin. When you bite into his flesh, he grunts loudly and snaps his hips hard, punching his length deep inside your heat.

As he picks up his pace, you release him and he pushes up onto his knees, looping his arms under the back of your own so he can hold your legs open. Feeling someone near him, he opens his eyes to be met with his boyfriend’s cock in his face. Steve opened his mouth willingly and Eddie’s mouth fell open as he bobbed his head, taking him as far back as he could.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Such a good boy. Jesus, I love watching you two together.”

Threading his fingers through his hair, the metalhead groaned as he fucked his partner’s face making you whine and clench around his own cock every time you heard him gag.

“Mmm—there you go, Steve. Make our pretty girl cum.”

Shoving Eddie’s stomach, Steve growled with need as he pushed him out of his way and wrapped his arms around your back, lifting you up till you were face to face with him. Hugging him to your chest, you used his neck as leverage as you bounced and grinded against him.

When his fangs pierced your skin, your eyes squeezed shut as you did the same, taking him in as his hands grabbed the meat of your ass, guiding your movements till you trembled and came. Steve grunted at the feeling, pushing you back down onto the floor and pounding his cock into you so deeply you swear you could feel him in your stomach, through your heart, and into your soul.

“Fuck!”, he growled in his deep vampire tone as his movements stalled and you whined as he pumped his spend aggressively into your cunt.

You couldn’t help but breathily giggle as Steve continued to run his lips and tongue along your body. Pushing his chest, you disappeared from underneath him but Eddie anticipated your move, running ahead of you and slamming his palm against the wall as his arm shot out to stop you. Before you could run the other way, he blocked you and pinned your front side to the hallway.

His hand playfully spanked your behind and you both mewled as he guided his cock into your entrance.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy.”

Intertwining his fingers with yours, Eddie held your hands above your head and thrust his hips roughly against yours, his humid pants in your ear turning you on even more.

“Shit…baby. Your little pussy is…so fucking perfect. J-Just like you.”

Hastily, he pulls out, turns you around to face him, and lifts you into his strong arms as you reach down to slide his length back inside you. You cling to him as he fucks his cock deep into your core leaving you both grunting into the other face. Not being able to wait, you bite into his neck and he growls loudly before doing the same.

After dropping one of your legs, Eddie balances his forearm on the wall next to your head as aggressively takes what’s his. Your body shakes as the coil breaks in your tummy causing the metalhead himself to fall over the ledge as he thrust his release inside you.

As you slump over in his embrace, you feel wind move your hair as Steve runs to the bathroom to turn on the shower and Eddie lifts you again so your legs are wrapped around him as he carries you that way. You can feel it in their energies, they are just as exhausted as you, leaning against you, each other, or the wall to keep from falling over.

You barely even feel it when they dry you and carry you over to the bed.

#############

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“I don’t know. I think…I think something’s wrong with Mina.” Eddie sighs when Steve turns away from him and focuses on the computer in front of him. “She feels…alone. I don’t like it, Steven. It reminds me of how I felt growing up with my dad.”

“There’s nothing we can do, Ed.”

“We can—”

“No. We’re not having this discussion again.”

“Why?! Why would it be so bad to bring her here? It feels like she’d be safer with us than wherever she is now!”

“Eddie, have you taken a look around? We’re on the run, you’re a vampire, we do this internet stuff for money. It’s not exactly lavish!”

Both men glare at each other as their computer pings informing them that you were online.

“Hey, Mina. O-Oh my god. What happened?”, Steve gasps as he and his partner take in the slowly forming ring around your eye.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m so clumsy and fell. Thankfully John was here to help me.”

“Yeah…thankfully…”, Eddie growled towards Steve as his heart broke for you.

“I’m…I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“Why?”, you giggle as you shrug. “You didn’t do this to me, Renfield. I did it to myself.”

***

Your glassy eyes take him in as your boyfriend huffs around the bedroom before kneeling in front of you to place an ice pack on your cheek. All you wanted him to do was leave so you could talk to Renfield and Dracula.

You had no idea how you were going to explain this new wound to them. It was so weird having people in your life who genuinely cared about your wellbeing and you found yourself lying to them more than you ever did to keep any of your toxic partners or family calm.

They were your friends…you didn’t want them to worry…

“This is your fault. Why do you push me like that, Y/N?”

“I just asked you when you were getting off work…”

You jump as he tosses the pack hard against the wall.

“See? It’s that fucking attitude!”

“I’m sorry.”, you whisper, fully giving up and accepting blame so all this would end.

Sighing, he runs his fingers along your arm as his own eyes scan you over.

“Will you be alright?”

He takes your nod as enough confirmation, rising to his feet and finally leaving your house. Gradually, you stand as well and head to the bathroom to wash your face.

Sitting in front of your computer, you stare at the screen as you debate on rescheduling with them but you are so desperate for a kind voice to say something…anything…to comfort you from the current hell you’re in.

***

Your eyes slowly opened just as the sun was beginning to descend behind your black out curtains, smiling softly when they land on Steve’s gentle yet sad expression.

“It’s ok.”, you murmur as you reach out to caress his cheek.

Catching your hand mid-air, he brings it to his lips as he scoots closer to your frame.

“It’s not. You could have been with us this whole time.”

“Steve, you didn’t know—”

“But I should have. Eddie saved me from my father and took me in when everything was falling apart in my house. He always told me he understood and I was always grateful for that. I should have known the first time he felt something.”

“But you’re here now.”, Eddie replied groggy from sleep as you rolled onto your back so you could see them both. “Y/N, if ever you don’t want to play rough or anything like that, you know we’d still love you. I don’t want to trigger you or—”

“No, baby, no. You’re not.”, you assure him. “With my mom and my exes… I never had any kind of control over what was happening. With you two, even last night, I know you’d stop if I asked. I can feel it.”

Eddie sighs pleasantly when you place your palm on his chest.

“Speaking of last night, you were really sexy, Miss Computer Hacker, hiding those skills under that beautiful head of hair.” You laugh as he leans in to tenderly kiss your neck.

“You’re both safe with me to. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

Steve tilts down to slowly kiss your skin as well making you groan as you turn into Eddie’s chest making him chuckle as he presses you to him. The other vampire’s hairy chest grazes your back and you grin as you listen to them kiss above you.

“What do you want to tonight, honey?”, Steve whispered as his fingers ran up your arms.

“We seem to be drifting into unknown places and unknown ways.”, you recited making the metalhead laugh again.

“So did you just memorize the book or?”

“It’s one of my favorites.”, you beam up at him as you kiss his lips and crane your neck to do the same with the other man. “We can rewrite the ending though.”

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vodkassassin · 2 months ago

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Lil Kim, dream drive, or Amnesia gaslight op :3

Oof choices, I’ll go with your first pick lol

From this ask meme

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“That entire family is completely insane, all of them.” Cale hums. “It makes sense that they would try, if anyone would, to imprison a dragon. You said it’s over there on that mountain?” At Kim’s nod, he continues. “Tolz, then. This is their territory. They must have property up there that they’re lending to the Stans….”

He snaps his fingers in realization, eyebrows raised. “Which must be why we ran into Venion just now, too.”

Cale sighs deeply. He presses a finger down across the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes again.

Kim waits patiently for him to finish thinking.

“I don’t like that it makes sense.” The man eventually mumbles. “That ridiculous oppa really told you all that?”

Kim tilts his head, then nods again. Essentially, the God of Death can be blamed for the majority, if not all, of Kim’s problems.

“What the hell does that idiot think he’s doing, giving a task like that to a baby…”

Against his will, Kim’s lip juts out automatically, and he slaps at the man’s chest in protest.

“Right, of course.” Cale shook his head. There is a smile playing at the corner of his mouth, though. “What does he think he’s doing, giving that kind of mission to a toddler?”

“No.” Kim says.

With a frown, Kim points at him, and then moves his pointing finger from Cale to the door.

“Me?” Cale blinks. He blinks a second time, shock covering his face. “What the hell am I supposed to do about it?”

Kim continues to point at the door. “Ahjussi.”

Cale brings his hand up to rub at his chin, eyebrows arching as he considers this.

“Hm, that’s true. If I bring Choi Han along, then maybe….”

A smart guy, this guy. He always knows exactly what Kim means.

“Us too!” Hong and On both jump around them on the duvet, ears perked up and tails extended straight in excitement. “We want to help, too!”

“Yeah, we can help save the baby! You should take us!”

Cale glances at them.

“Sure.” He says. “You two can come along and make yourselves useful.”

The kittens cheer, becoming even more excited the more they bounce on the mattress.

“Yay!”

“That’s right, we get to help!”

Cale looks back at Kim, eyebrows pulling down. His face becomes more serious.

“Not you, though.” He says, sounding stern for some reason — as if Kim coming along was ever even a possibility. “You’re staying here, where it’s safe.”

Obviously. Kim leans to the side, hanging half off Cale’s lap in order to pat fondly at the bed.

“Nap.” He agrees eagerly.

“Yes.” Cale smiles. “It’s late, so you should sleep very well. I’ll have Ron make you some lemon tea to help make you sleepy.”

Kim’s lips immediately form another pout, a much greater pout, and Cale laughs at him.

What an evil, evil person. Why is this person his favorite, again?

#trash of the count's family #kim rok soo #cale henituse #vodkassassin fanfiction

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ohbo-ohno · 1 year ago

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I think you said somewhere that you really like(d) Criminal Minds (if you didn't, sorry).

Imagine the BAU tracking down Ghost either because they are chasing a serial killer or are investigating ex-military!Johnny's disappearance. (Or considering the last ask, investigating the reoccurring murders of several hikers with suspicious scuffle and dragging marks near them that don't lead to a body).

Imagine them not being suspicious of Ghost in the first place but then seeing Johnny and how they interact and latching onto that. (Maybe Johnny is wearing shorts and his knees and legs are just blue and green, obvious hand prints all over his body. Maybe he gets told to fetch them some tea and he stumbles, but the stumble looked more like the went to get on his hands and knees until Simon caught him to break his fall)

Imagine them either catching Ghost and now they have to deal with a pissed off Ghost and a human that was trained out if being a human OR them almost catching Ghost and now Johnny has to deal with an angry Ghost on the run (though I imagine Ghost would enjoy the challenge) who blames him for getting them discovered. Nothing he can do to earn a good boy again :(

i DO like criminal minds! i've seen every episode up until derek/hotch leaves like 3 times each! love that show

im gonna choose to say that ghost doesn't kill anyone in the BAU, just because i dont want them to die LMAO but i looooove a good criminal minds crossover (i've read dozen of criminal minds/supernatural fics lol). anyways this ask SCREAMS dominant/submissive killers

im obsessedddd with the image of the BAU taking johnny in for questioning with the hopes of getting him to rat out ghost and poor johnny just being so stressed in that interrogation room. he's angry and snapping at them, has to be handcuffed to the table because he keeps trying to lash out at them and leave. hard cut to ghost in his own interrogation room, comfortable as can be, asking prentiss "he start biting yet? he gets real aggressive when he's stressed, might have to end up muzzlin' him yourselves."

and the BAU are, predictably, a little grosses out. they get that these two are in some weird kinky relationship, but johnny's dependence on ghost is verging on unhealthy. he's not defending his partner because he wants to, he's defending him because he's conditioned to (and of course, what's the difference?) so no matter how much the BAU hates how ghost talks about soap, there's not much they can do

they don't have any evidence to pin ghost down. the morning after their released from custody, both he and johnny are gone, and even garcia can't track them down

#rollingstrollingthrough #asks and answers #ghoap #dark fic

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genderisareligion · 1 year ago

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Thank you for being w/ me on this sideblog I started 3 years ago to vent about racist TRAs that's become a much larger space for me to analyze and take down misogyny. I had a rough break up this year as well as it hitting me that my CSA was a lot worse than I understood and I have DID now because of it, but coming on here and reading y'all's posts about subsisting in this awful male dominated world has done its healing work, as it has for over a decade.

I've been on this site for 14 years this year (on which I mostly blame the autism for not wanting to change my online routine this hard lol) and I do in part blame Tumblr for causing my radical feminism, and I suspect that I'm not alone in this, which is why I think the backlash here has become what it is.

Used to be in like 2014 that quotes from women like Dworkin and KAM misandry jokes were a dime a dozen, IIRC I didn't even start seeing the dreaded -ERF acronyms until after that year, and it's part of why I can't leave, like it's just fascinating year after year how much the site collectively forgets its own history. I will never not think it was a deliberate psyop that "pussy hats are transphobic, intersectionality is about trans women" became popular at the same time a rampant rapist misogynist cracker won the "leader of the free world" election. Male solidarity runs deeper than even they realize

I will never forgive liberals for spending the last decade so obsessed with trendy microlabels and increasingly unique individual experiences and "actually genital preference is evil" to the point that now "Are straight men who feel no romance part of the LGBT community?" is a legitimate question y'all are asking yourselves and answering in the affirmative

Actual homosexuality and actual feminism aren't going anywhere. I didn't change and "become transphobic" while I sat on the same blog reblogging the same feminist shit, trans people decided that not wanting to sleep with them and not revising history in order to benefit them were hate crimes, and then the response to the same blog changed.

From needing to make this space out of necessity I've reached and been reached by more women on here than I ever would've from main so congrats on playing yourselves TRAs lol you will never kill female solidarity or convince us all we're "cis." Die trying though

#shadow.txt

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archivalofsins · 2 months ago

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What are your theories and opinions on the new sprites shown for Milgram??

Okay out the gate- Spoiler warning for under the cut for anyone avoiding the images or voice lines.

I LOVE KAZUI'S NEW DESIGN AND VOICELINES SOOOOO MUCH-

Oh gosh oh got dam he's so pathetic. He hasn't bathed, shaved, combed his hair or even changed his clothes from last trial. This is fantastic. On top of that- Yes; drop the façade and tell us you wanted to be found guilty and judged,

07 Mukuhara, Kazui

Voice line 1: Mukuhara Kazui. I don’t have anything else to say. I’m just a murderer.

Voice line 2: It doesn’t matter if you forgive me. I don’t forgive myself. Nothing will change. Nothing can change.

Voice Line 3: This whole time I’ve been blaming myself. Since nobody else will blame me. And the person who should be blaming me is no longer here.

Voice line 4: People did die after all. I was wary of Yuzuriha-chan, but there was nothing I could do about this. If you forgave me hoping I would do something, I’m sorry. I couldn’t.

Voice Line 5: I wonder what was wrong. Where did I first go wrong? What could I have done to avoid lying? What could I have done to stop myself from caring?

Half

"Where did I go wrong, probably from the beginning."/ "All this time till now has hurt me, the scales of my heart has decided to sway. If continuing to hide is called unhappiness, not even one word will get to you."

"What could I have done to stop myself from caring?"

"I realize the futility, but I still can’t help but dream."/ "I can’t stop, I can’t be normal- This feeling, it can’t be gratified. I can’t stop, I can’t be normal- This feeling, it’s yearning to be satisfied."

"What could I have done to avoid lying?"

"Lie, until it gets better, follow the king of the masquerade. Since when have I ignored my feelings? It’s better to be a let down, than to be let down yourself."/ "I gotta keep it inside and act."

Where did I first go wrong?/ Probably from the start.

"The person who should be blaming me is no longer here."

"I wonder what was wrong."/I’m just a murderer.

In short, I love everything about this development. I am so happy with this. I've wanted to hear him say it for so long at this point and I am sooooo happy with this outcome for him. He's in a hell of his own creation.

It's so cute~

Also I noticed someone got a bit more tied up.

I love when people are so afraid of rejection but desire criticism so heavily just to feel something that comes off as genuine and real they fall into self-hatred because no one else will give them the scorn they know they deserve.

I love it so much, and Kazui embodied that energy from the beginning.

Amane trial 2 be looking like,

"Unbind me blasphemers- Your corrupted eyes will be crushed under the weight of all that is true and right. You have forsaken me, scorned god, and failed yourselves. Continue it and I will put us both out of your misery."

Everyone: Lol is this someone we should vote guilty again???

Jackalope,

"Because she was found “guilty”… oooh. Well that’s a dangerous game! I’d say you may end up catching a tiger by the tail."

Everyone: Ahn what's the worst thing that could happen it's not like she's being unbound before our very eyes right now.

Meanwhile,

It's quite convenient that Amane's religious garment covers up the exact strap that was loosened last trial. So, we can't see if it's been undone or refastened. However, we can see from the tightness around the bottom of her uniform in her trial three art that her restraints have actually been fastened again.

And she was even kind enough to add another new restraint in the form of her faith to keep her grounded. Good for her. It's great that her and Futa's new sprites imply that their ability to request items has been reinstated.

Man- it's like if we voted some prisoners guilty twice, Milgram may have actually released them from their binds to kill us or something. Wish someone warned us about that~

Given their new clothes.

So, it's good that wasn't a permanent thing (we will get to Mikoto), but it would have been interesting if they didn't reinstate ordering privileges. So good call to the people who voted her innocent on being able to properly read a threat and deescalate. Though that's just what I figure maybe the would have been further restrained, but it wouldn't be the first time in Milgram someone voted guilty lost restraints.

"Because she was found “guilty”… oooh. Well that’s a dangerous game! I’d say you may end up catching a tiger by the tail."

I do find the reaction to the fact that Amane purged Shidou hilarious.

Mostly because the way people have responded to this knowledge while overlooking those involved in the deaths of others is really interesting. I think the audience is so primed to attack itself for people having the audacity to not see things the way others see it that many people have forgotten how the characters respond to their verdicts is fully up to them.

Something that people were more than willing to say when it came to Kotoko attacking several prisoners during the trial one intermission. Because even though she basically broadcasted that she attacks people who have done bad things it's not like the audience voting her innocent let her continue undeterred with the ability to request anything to accomplish her goal of punishing evil. Because honestly it's nkt as though anyone was saying Kotoko's behavior was so justified that she didn't deserve to be here and hoping no wishing she, anyone, or anything would make the prisoners they found umdesjrabke go through the same things they put others through.

No one was ever saying things like that, right? I'll stop messing around. Saying things like. . . Well, those are all pretty common reactions people have to the misdeeds of others. It's only natural for people to feel that way and voice it. It's how many people respond to the horrid actions of those in real life as well.

However, I think some people's commitment to reestablishing an us versus them mentality ultimately creates flaws in their defenses for other prisoners. That or at least a lot of noticeable hypocrisy.

Ultimately repeating the same pattern of behavior that got her an innocent verdict to begin with while making people lose sympathy for the older prisoners within Milgram regardless of if they were still technically minors or not.

It's become increasingly easier to say certain characters are young/minors as such their age, upbringing, and circumstances at the time all of those things should be taken into consideration more heavily. However, most times, the people who reach for these excuses fail to recognize that logic doesn't simply stop applying when it's a child they happen to dislike or has slighted them personally. They also fail to realize that no one ever ages out of deserving that consideration.

In my opinion, a lot of people were quick to get on the defensive and pointed to Amane's age and actions to highlight that she was a lost cause. To state again that people were being too lenient because she was young and go around asking, "Well, how do you feel about that verdict and your choices now?"

Hence why as my friend puts it,

Because either someone is a child or they are not. Either someone being a child matters or it doesn't. It's not an instance of,

"Age only matters when I say it does. Why's that? because I said so of course."

Sadly, the simple truth is at least where I'm from Amane would be considered a child of course but not a "child". Amane is twelve years old. That is technically past the age in childcare education when a person is considered cognizant of their actions and fully aware of if they are right or wrong. So past the point being a child could be use to excuse or state that they were not fully cognizant or capable of recognizing what they were doing was wrong at the time. Because they were literally too young to know better.

"If you're over ten you can catch these hands. You know you're not supposed to be doing that."

Like the persistent assumption that people have voted Amane innocent simply due to her age and with no real thought about her actions or circumstances is weird. She's not seven years old she's a whole middle school student she says it herself,

20/06/13

Amane: ……what’s wrong, Shidou-san? Your hand has stopped marking. This is mathematics, so there’s no questions about the answers. If I got something wrong, please mark it with an X. Shidou: I…… I just don’t understand. If everything about MILGRAM is true…… why did a child like you have to become a murderer? Just imagining what sort of circumstances must have led to that, it makes me so sad……

The audience will do anything not to blame an adult woman. Even blame a guy showing general concern for a child's safety by telling her mom he saw her hanging out under a bridge with trash near it. Instead of judging this girls mother for her over the top reactions and consistent display of abusive tendencies. No wonder Amane thinks violence is right. The audience spent the whole of her second trial creating defenses for the most violent person in her song.

When Shidou Kirisaki would have just simply killed her mother and was appalled at just imagining the circumstances that could lead to someone so young killing another person. Just saying if Shidou meets Ms.Momose in hell where they both are it is on sight for him. He's gonna be in hell like,

Ms.Momose: I tried my best with my daughter but she just would never listen then she killed me, and now I'm here! *sobs in child abuse* I don't deserve this.

Shidou: I'm about to do one thing right- You're gonna be under hell when I'm done with you.

Shidou: Hold on a second... Your last name wouldn't happen to be Momose, would it?

Ms.Momose: Why yes it is-

"That’s right, there’s justice that needs saving."

This man in hell-

Shidou: You could have given her a happy family you could have been normal! God I hate that souls exist because if they didn't- I WOULDN'T BE HAVING TO SEE YOURS RIGHT NOW! YOU TURNED YOUR HOUSE INTO A PRISON BEFORE SHE EVER WENT TO JAIL!

This is how he's working up to reincarnation. Shidou Kirisaki and Amane Momose cursed to never be family because of those first verdicts. Just doomed to not get along from the onset. If she was innocent maybe she would have helped. Yet the audience told her just like her mother did everything she believed was right was wrong and everything she looked at as wrong,

Amane: ……*sigh*. Is that right. I don’t think I’m going to get along with you, Shidou-san. I don’t agree with the fact you refuse to acknowledge that I have my own free will, and that I should be held accountable for my actions, just because I’m a child. I may have only been alive for 12 years, but all the choices I’ve made, even if they weren’t the best ones, were entirely my own. What point is there in you getting sad when I have no regrets myself? ……please give me back my test. It seems you don’t have the concentration levels required to be my teacher. I’m going to get Kotoko-san to teach me instead. Shidou: Amane…… I don’t think that’s true. However smart you may be…… you’re still just a child.

Was right actually. Man, how different life would be if they were both innocent trial one-

Oh, well! Them's the brakes~

Regardless Amane's facial expression reflects how she's internalized her verdicts well. Her and Futa's voice lines imply even though they're innocent, the constant debating over whether they were right or wrong has not ended.

Futa voice line 1- "Kajiyama Futa. Heh… Hahahaha. I see. Looking back, I probably didn’t need to be so scared." Futa voice line 2- "Who cares about forgiving and not forgiving any more. I don’t care about all the annoying voices I kept hearing. There’s something else more important to follow."

"I don’t care about all the annoying voices I kept hearing."

Amane voice line 3- "Kajiyama Futa, he’s my first disciple. Do you have a problem with that? It was me, not you, who brought him the light of faith when he had fallen. If people have something to believe in, they can pull themselves back up however many times it takes." Amane voice line 5- "I was wrong. The religion I believed wasn’t perfect. That’s why so many people broke the rules, opposed it. I can’t count on Milgram either. So I realised, I just needed to create one myself! My own original faith! Hehehe, ahahahaha!"

"Whatever the circumstances may be, she is the one that has to bear the blame. That’s just how it is. Both in and out of MILGRAM, isn’t that right?"/ "I can’t count on MILGRAM either."

It's funny how people will discuss systemic issues and ignore the way that Milgram has implied every system Amane has ever been under has failed her or proven itself to be hostile or unreliable. So, much so that Jackalope notes that voting her innocent giving her this small favor won't change the trajectory of her life one bit because the world is like that and in turn Milgram reflects that reality. The prisoners within Milgram only serve to embody the myriad of ways individuals can react under the realities we all have to live under.

So what do I think about her design? I like the expression work. A lot of people have made fun of it because she looks drugged up-

Hkwever, considering mental bombardment that the prisoners are under daily. As well as how forgiveness has cause fully grown adults to breakdown and give up due to their own mental constitution- Yeah, her expression being like that makes sense to me.

Her shakey smile matches the pressured one that Futa gives in his second trial song,

Alluding to the idea of her either putting on a strong front in the face of adversary or Futa inflicting the same pressure that was put on him onto Amane. Someone who now to her own admission feels as though she is responsible for Futa as he is her very first disciple. This puts Amane into the parental role that she hated people and Milgram trying to put themselves in for her while continuing the cycle of shifting responsibility by making the youngest prisoner responsible for this adult.

Just as she was made responsible for the actions of the adults in her lives by the audience. Of course, it's only right of Amane to be a better example. So, the adults in her life won't stray from the right path anymore. Because if those adults do well,

"Whatever the circumstances may be, she is the one that has to bear the blame."

"It’s now your turn to say that hopeless “I’m sorry”."

"You have my thanks for forgiving me. Thanks to that, I was able to maintain my beliefs. And at the same time, realise where I had gone wrong."

"I was wrong. The religion I believed wasn’t perfect. That’s why so many people broke the rules, opposed it. I can’t count on MILGRAM either. So I realised, I just needed to create one myself! My own original faith! Hehehe, ahahahaha!"

Girl so fucked up by two almost evenly split verdicts-

Decides fuck it I will just create my own religion and incorporate prayer into medicine. Gives man with eye injury stated to be unhealable a eye covering with their religious symbol on it so his eye is constantly guarded and protected by their faith. Literally using that faith as a bandaged.

Yet out the gate,

That's some good shit right there.

Also, me for the thousandth time with Amane- Revolting- Do it revolt as the youngest the adolescent and youngest twenty something. Literally just team up and kick Es' ass if there's a guilty verdict this trial literally just revolt. Fuck this and fuck Milgram. Every other person here was fine with living under this injustice, sitting back and waiting until things worked themselves out, at times never even bothering to talk poorly about this new system they were thrown under as long as it benefitted them.

"This is unacceptable! Where are my rights?! I'm going to sue you!"/ "My crimes? Isn't what you're doing to us a crime?"

Rebel, revise, restructure- Not just one's self and ideals but the way one engages in their environment and at times even the environment itself. The future is up to the people who are willing to reach for it instead of just being complicit in time slipping by. Don't become complacent in what is simply because it's what has always has been. Push and push for a world that is better for not only oneself but the people they share space with.

Because this world we live in doesn't have to be,

"Now I see, this world is cruel and merciless."

Even if one has to build a better place from the ground up by themselves. Even if they have no system in place at present to aid them in any way,

"I can’t count on MILGRAM."

Each prisoner here has kept trying to do what was best for them to the best of their abilities. To do what they thought would allow them to live a bit more fully. To do what they felt would allow them to breath again, that would allow them to stop playing dead- They did the things they did because they wanted to be able to feel alive and as though they mattered. In a world that consistently told them they did not, the things they cared about did not, their views of themselves did not.

The systems we're all born under may never bestow mercy or leniency upon those in need of it. Sometimes, the only things those systems are built for are to cast judgment. So, is it wrong to say something like that is unacceptable; is it wrong to want something more than that- To believe that people deserve better than that?

All of those things are what any other person in this world will have to face in their lietime.

Yet, in the face of all those voices and judgments- That they could not even cover their ears to escape whether it positive or negative falling on them all the time. They did what many people would fail to do under such all-encompassing pressure they remained themselves. They adapted, they changed, and grew through all the ways they've impacted each other... None of the prisoners ever once betrayed who they were.

Believe that people should stand up not only in faith to their religious beliefs but their individual standards. Is it wrong to display that someone could recognize this at a young age and someone could be reintroduced to this fact after years of having the world show them it's impossible through the words of someone younger.

Futa and Amane have both been made to face the brunt of the consequences for actions that others get away with daily as millions either join along or turn a blind eye. They sit here judged for doing something in situations most of the audience would do nothing in or actively engage in while going don't be like that being like this is bad.

"You and you, throwing around rules for fun, hoisting up morality and feeling good."

Two individuals who had to bear the blame of the acts imposed upon them by others they trusted and relied on. All while having the people who did those things to or with them depending on interpretation get off scot-free or have their actions justified. All of that to me makes their pairing within the climax of Milgram- In direct opposition to the power structure that Milgram represents immensely exciting!

The manic hope they have when it comes to changing these structures that have been thrust upon them. The hope to create something different that could save everyone. Even if misguided is such a far stretch from how they started off.

Futa unwilling to believe there was any room in the world for tangible change to be possible,

Q.11 Do you think looking down on people is unforgivable? Futa: The word is full of shitty people- Isn’t is natural to look down on them all. Q.15 What do you want to become in the future? Futa: In the modern era, whatever I do is useless anyway I’m just going along with the flow.

"With just one mistake and I’m out of chances- Bless me, please, with one more chance."

"Looking back, I probably didn’t need to be so scared."

"Because he was found “guilty”, he’s tormented, engulfed with anxiety. Shaking in his boots, I’d say. So amusing."

"I’m different from how I used to be. That person taught me. About faith, about the new world. It’s all down to me…"

All that to say I have many thoughts on them but the main one is- Things are heating up and,

"Swallowing me whole, can’t douse this FIRE."

Es isn't going to be able to douse this fire. They've done it now something they can never take back. These aren't just the prisoners sins but their sins as well.

Well, the phrase hell is other people exists for reason. In solitude people can find peace and reflect within themselves unimpeded by distractions. In others, they find all sorts of judgments regardless of if they're considerate or vilifying.

Well. . .

"Happy or sad? Why decide?"

Man she really needed to get that blanket. These innocent verdicts made her so cold she needed to request,

A sweater reminiscent of Shidou's uniform sweater, order a long dress that calls back to Mahiru's clothing style, get thick long leg socks like Shidou's trial one socks, then get some thick leather shoes. Wow girl you don't want some gloves with all those layers or would that have been too on the nose??? Her dress is still pleated calling back to her school uniform skirt just like with her previous trial designs.

Love being right about her cutting her hair. Enjoyed this greatly. But she is really ticked now. I mean she says thank you but she's mostly just seems resigned to whatever will happen next.

My focus is on the expression work here. Yuno is not smiling anymore her face is stern. Her left hand covering her heart and her right resting at her side in a half balled position. Cutting her hair in a way that no longer allows her to style it in any of the ways she did previously,

May be her attempt at severing the ties between not only herself and her past as well as those versions of her but the audience as well. It's also something I thought would be really fun to do given that chopping off so much hair makes someone feel a lot colder and takes a good deal of time to get used to. All that weight missing off her back and no longer covering her neck fully.

It's like discarding an one of the most consistent sources of warmth she's had throughout all of this. I want her to surprise me so I haven't been thinking about it much outside of oh my gosh yay short hair.

"Is this fun for you? Tying me up, bullying me, watching me suffer. You’re just like the others, getting mad because I was lucky in life and thinking you can treat me however you want."/ "I am doing this is just because of being bored- We are just the same."

Mu "Projector" Kusunoki. Like girl you admitted to bullying people just because you were bored a trial ago. So tell me was that fun for you- Oh wait,

You were because your entire second trial song is just you going boy do I love tormenting my classmates then killing the girl my friends bullied for ignoring me ha ha ha look at how much fun I'm having. Like other than that glad you're alive girl. would have been funny as hell to vote you innocent then see that Curtain Call without you in it though.

Like it starts with Haruka he's fine as hell and then it's just blank for her. That would have been wild. I think the cold open into it is good but just thinking about that as a possibility if we listened is sooo fucking funny to me. Like one of these people were fucked regardless. Can't even say that's the allusion of choice that is just being given a choice without context then one side losing a coin toss and getting mad at the other side for winning.

Like it could've easily been her not here right now. I love how they put barbwire on her head restraint. So she can't wipe at her face even if she cries or well more accurately pull her,

"My sorry spells must be wearing off."

“It hurts~ (cry)” Cries at everything I did nothing wrong💦 ←huh?!

"I am relieved, I am always the drama queen."

Sorry spells. Milgram really went we know your type now every time you fake cry, every time you reach up to wipe at your eyes, or even remotely try to look sad to emotionally sway anyone you will hurt yourself. Jackalope picking out the restraints like,

Jackalope: Ha this is gonna be so funny if we use it they'll hate this.

Everyone else seeing Mu and Kotoko's restraints,

Futa: Uh what the fuck that's not how they brought us in here?

Kazui: I guess they tailor our full restraints to stop us from doing the thing they believe instigated our crimes the most.

Later

Yuno: . . . Thanks for forgiving me. (realizing the prominent belief is she committed abortion and in deep fear of what that would look like if turned into restraints.) I wonder if this time it was genuine. I can’t tell.

It is interesting that Yuno can't tell if the verdict was genuine or not. This implies that she can no longer here the voices. Which um given how Mikoto's case well would mean one thing. Because she should be hearing the voices still just like the last time she was innocent and the thoughts around her crime didn't really change much. So, it's weird she can't tell if Es was genuine or not.

Ultimately though that is fucked up. Also forcing her to always stand on her toes like the made her victims. literally forcing her to stay in a position of walking on eggshells all day Jackalope- Sir what are these other uniforms. I just want to talk because design wise this is fantastic but we are breaking so many human rights laws with this one. She can get a medical condition from that- Let her down.

This dude at the beginning of all this well I'd just vote them all guilty well now we know why- You just wanted to use the uniforms. Controversial take I think we should have done what he said I want to see the uniforms too. I hope they make art of them all in their full restraints.

Onto Kotoko-

OH MY GOD- Milgram how did you know I always wanted a puppy? Oh my gosh this is sooo nice of you. I will be so responsible for this nice doggie. I'm gonna give it food, water, walkies- And so much love and affection! In fact let me just give her a few head pats right now she's such a good girl- OW SHE BIT ME!

Kotoko voice line 1- "Yuzuriha Kotoko. Didn’t think you’d actually show your face in front of me again. Get too close and I’ll bite."

Sorry did you think I the person that is a fan of the man who started kicking a kids ass on introduction would go oh my gosh good heavens that woman is feral- Lol, no. Actually this is fantastic. Good on her for this be worse actually. Start headbutting prisoners for talking to you start growling.

Kotoko has always compared herself to wolves but like got damn. They muzzled her-

Fuck I hit picture limit. I could rationally get rid of some of the several pictures of Amane and Futa... Or I could get rid of Es and Shidou or I could forgo showing Mikoto here at all who I spoke on several times the day the website updated. As well of have the image of burned into my mind. Hmmmmmmm. . . Yeah I'll do the last thing.

Either way I do love how Undercover made all of the restraints seem a bit more tame then they ended up being. In contrast to Mu who is forced to be on tiptoes at all times Kotoko is attempting to put herself on her tiptoes in order to appear larger. Because the leg restraints force her into a cowering position putting her in the position of those weaklings she's always talking about. Huddling in on herself hunched over in mock fear. Hands tied in front of her as though she's begging.

Again Jackalope- Who is making coming up with these? What are these other restraints like? Excuse me come here and explain. This is some startling attention to detail when it comes to these peoples dislikes for someone not interested in the prisoners personal stuff.

That's to say I really like it Kotoko's expression work is also really good. I like how the only thing she can do at this point is glare to look menacing.

Here's a link for what He looks like. This reads like I'm censoring something bad. Gunsli you're really not going to take out any of the superfluous images to just let us see. I'm so sorry I'm committed to the emphasis. Shidou doesn't even have a new outfit to discuss that man is static and you added pictures of him. Salty because Shidou Kirisaki can't kill everyone's abusive parents now huh? Look I'm working on correcting that but there's no need to be mean to him about it.

Like his connection is just poor right now. Come on. Staff is hard at work trying to reconnect them I'm sure. Until then be patient.

I'm mostly linking that so people can follow along/look over his new design if they need to and tell me if I misremember something. Which I won't because I know my memory is trash and will be looking over the image too later. Though for now. Mikoto's trial three character art is representative of each verdict the two Mikoto's have gotten.

He is dressed in a fashion that displays he is half guilty and half innocent. Unlike Amane and Futa who have requested new clothes he is still in his trial one clothes. This implies that the innocent verdict while for him technically did not impact him fully. What do i mean by this?

Just as Futa and Amane are still hearing voices debating their circumstances positive and negative. Chances are since Double was more Mikoto (John's) song than Mikoto's though they were found innocent since Mikoto's sins weren't being judged his material circumstances within Milgram may not have been changed in order to balance things out.

Mikoto is also missing one shoe this cements his ties to the guilty prisoners who have been stripped of their shoes entirely. Differentiating him from all the other Innocent prisoners as well. Overall Mikoto's trial three sprite embodies both of the verdicts they have received somewhat individually over the course of Milgram.

MeMe being found guilty while Double was found innocent may have ultimately reinforced the identity crisis MeMe illustrates Mikoto having through its lyrics,

"I’m already the fake one."/ "Kayano Mikoto. I think. That’s who I am, right…? Ahaha, you’re probably wondering what I’m talking about."

The fact that he hasn't changed his clothes over the course of all these trials cements his reluctance or aversion to change. As well as his inability to fully accept his circumstances for what they are while everyone else has adapted over the course of Milgram he's ultimately remained stagnant. Simply due to him not being able to connect with almost all of the other prisoners on a deeper level.

He did attempt to connect with Kotoko and he isn't particularly a difficult person to communicate. However he's always come off disingenuous to others within Milgram or hard to form a connection with due to his more practical nature. The one person he has gotten on well with somewhat was Amane however their views on religion are so conflicting that unless he can get something out of believing they may end up having problems.

All around he's in a horrid state and looks to have lost a good deal of weight. He's also vomiting in one of his voice lines and stated he is more anxious and afraid. More than likely because there is no longer someone else's ignorance for him to hide behind. At the beginning of the day when Mikoto was put in that extraction machine by himself he we saw a much clearer version of events. If he's put in there all by himself again after getting himself voted guilty on his own from the start-

Well, he has every reason to be on edge. If I was in his situation I'd be worried too. You know if it weren't for the whole-

"If I could laugh, if I could go back I’d play dead even though I’m alive right?"

I'd be more worried about him which I am still worried for different reasons- But I'm mostly curious to see if when he looks his weakest will be when he's at his worst.

I've still been thinking about it every day regardless of what's going on for me personally. I can't wait to find out which it is. I can't wait to get to see more of the remaining prisoners as they are now.

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