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and-so-he-rambled · 2 days

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Vlad becoming a Gotham rouge to protect the kids in his custody. Part One

Masterlist | Prequel | Part 2

Gotham was a great place to hide.

A city swathed in shadows and secrets, and drenched with the stench of death. He would blend right in.

Jazz was watching the city pass by through the windows of the bus, fingers clenched tight around a hidden weapon and blue eyes scanning for a threat. She hadn’t relaxed for a moment since they’d left amity, and likely not since her parents passing. She tried so hard to hide it, to be strong, but she looked so tired.

Danny was curled in his lap, grip tight on the lapels of his jacket as he huffed his way through a mild night terror. Vlad wanted to wake the boy, but he’d been sleeping so little since they fled, he needed the rest even if it was fitful.

He purred softly, a rumbling in his core that had once been something he deeply despised.

Danny, sweet innocent Danny, purred back. His baby core, still forming months after the accident that claimed his parents lives and changed him irreversibly, rumbled weakly back.

He hadn’t realized Danny was like him until he’d caught the ghost boy flying through the town, believing he was dreaming. The four year old excitedly told him he was like a superhero now, then collapsed in his arms to fall asleep. He’d recognized Vlad even with his blue skin and monstrous face, chest stuttering through a happy purr as he snuggled against him.

He’d had to talk to Jazz and Danny about how they were different, how he was different too, and that they had to hide. People had begun looking for their kind. Jazz wasn’t quite like them, she was death touched, but not half dead like them. She’d been in the same room during the accident, but her only change was the slight whitening of her hair.

He was doing his best keeping them all mostly alive in the castle, childproofing his precious Packers memorabilia and trying to learn the kids quirks. They didn’t trust food, not until he cut it up very small, and they were adept with guns and weaponry. He knew Jack and Maddie were passionate hunters, but he wondered just what they had taught their children.

It wasn’t helping matters that his obsession had broken during the death of their parents, both the love of his life and need for revenge gone. It left him lost and ill, but focusing on the kids was keeping him from fading away. Maybe they were becoming his new obsession, and maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

The castle was old and run down, secluded from the world the way he wanted it be be. He was starting to build a fortune through less than reputable means and they were okay. He’d give the last pieces of Maddie, and that idiot Jack, a good chance.

Then they were attacked.

It happened suddenly. They were in the middle of a family dinner when the door was kicked in and there was yelling. Jazz grabbed the ecto pistol she always had from under the table and began to fire, shielding her brother with her body. She was only six, but she moved like a trained fighter as she began throwing anything within reach at their attackers.

They were wearing white, people Vlad had seen skulking around since Jack and Maddie’s deaths. One of the blasts seared through Vlad’s shoulder, human flesh sizzling as he screamed and tried to shield the kids. They were closing in, he had to do something, he had to save the kids. Their kids. His kids.

Without thinking much beyond that he wrapped his arms around the two children and when intangible, flying them through the ceiling just in time before a green shield he’d once helped blueprint kicked to life and covered the castle.

That led them to now, riding on a bus to a city Vlad only heard bad things about, a city to get lost in.

They were surviving off of the cash Vlad had on him, all his cards dumped. He’d need to make new IDs for the kids as well as himself, and find a place to stay, but right now he just needed to keep going.

A stolen jacket was draped over his shoulders, hiding the hastily bandaged wound that wasn’t healing even days later. Jazz carried a bug out bag everywhere with her, and the few things she had were helping. They’d grabbed a backpack for Vlad with necessary supplies at a department store before hopping on the Bus, all procured by him illegally while Jazz watched Danny outside.

Danny had asked him, brows furrowed, why he was stealing. That the cops and superheroes would come and take him away. His eyes filled with tears, shining a brilliant green.

“I don’t want you to get taken away.” He took a shaky breath, grabbing Vlad’s hand. “I don’t wanna lose you too.”

He’d had to explain that sometimes people stole to survive, trying to explain the grays in the black and white view of good and evil. Vlad knew he wasn’t a good person, but he was doing what he had to and he didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty.

The bus pulled into Gotham, brakes giving an ominous squeal that startled young Daniel awake. Vlad held him in one arm, the other hand winding with Jazz’s that was trying so hard not to shake, and they stepped off the bus.

#danny phantom #danny masters #danny fenton #jazz fenton #vlad masters redemption #Vlad Masters #vlad plasmius #dp x dc #dpxdc #Gotham rogue Vlad Masters #bruce wayne x vlad masters #dad vlad

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yanderederee · 8 hours

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Windbreaker Official Q&A !

Part1 › Part2

(answer releases are slow, so I’ll post an update probably within a month or so?) -> Q&A hosted here

1. What would you spend 500 yen on?

Sakura: “I’d buy Saboten’s Curry Bread.”

Nirei: “I’d like to buy more notebooks!”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “A cup of delicious coffee.”

Suo: “I would donate it of course.”

Hiragi: “I just ran out of stomach medicine.”

2. If you were to travel in Japan, where would you like to go?

Sakura: “Well… a place worth taking a walk.”

Nirei: “We should all go to Okinawa, it looks like fun.”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “I want to see the snowy scenery of nature in Hokkaido.”

Suo: “I’d like to go to a tea plantation in Shizuoka and pick tea.”

Hiragi: “I want to try snowboarding, so probably a ski resort.”

3. What is your favorite seasoning?

Sakura: “Ketchup. Omurice with ketchup is the best.”

Nirei: “I like to eat rice cakes with sugary soy sauce!”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “Japanese-style soup stock. With that, I can make anything delicious.”

Suo: “I’d say soy sauce. It's sweet, isn't it?”

Hiragi: “It's delicious if you put miso on nigiri rice and bake it.”

4.) What do you think about before going to sleep?

Sakura: “Fighting.”

Nirei: “I think about everyone I was with that day.”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “Pothos's sales status.”

Suo: “The dragon sealed in the left eye is about to rampage, so I guess that's it, haha.”

Hiragi: “If I can’t sleep, I try not to think about it.”

5. What would you eat for your last meal?

Sakura: “What… Why is it the last one? I’ve never thought about it.”

Nirei: “High-class meat. I want to eat til I’m full!”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “I dont care what I eat, I just want to eat it with everyone at the facility and the teachers.”

Suo: “Hmm, I don’t need to eat anything.”

Hiragi: “If it’s my last meal, then that must mean I’m in a bad situation, right? That means my stomach hurts, and I wonder if I can eat it. If I can eat it, I might say Katsudon.”

6.) What happened recently that made you happy?

Sakura: “At the butcher's... I got a bonus when I bought croquettes…”

Nirei: “I was able to have small talk with Mr. Umemiya.”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “Customers really liked the new menu.”

Suo: * “I had two tea pillars stand recently.”

Hiragi: “I got a ticket for my favorite band.” (LETS GO TOGETHER PLEASE!!!)

* When pouring freshly brewed loose-leaf tea, you can sometimes expect to find a tea stem/pillar in your tea. It’s considered good luck if one of those pillars stand vertically.

7.) What would you do if a stranger of the opposite sex asked for your contact information?

Sakura: “What?! What are you going to do when you have it!?”

Nirei: “A-are you sure it’s mine you want!? Not Sakura, or Suo’s?!”

Sugishita: “eh… uh…. um…”

Kotoha: “Sorry~ I have a boyfriend.”

Suo: “I don’t have a phone, sorry.”

Hiragi: “O..Oh… is my number okay?” (YES PLEASE)

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liquidstar · 2 days

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subarus rated based on how good of a roommate theyd be

main route: 8/10, he'd probably be chill and can also do chores (was a butler for a while). the downside would have to be the revolving door of weird fucking friends hed constantly have over. it would be fun, but sometimes you just wanna relax at home and the fucking sword saint is in your living room.

pride:if: 1/10, he'd be mostly unbearable on account of his numerous issues. almost everyone he knew ended up dead by the end so i don't like those odds. also doesnt help that hes in a cult

wrath:if: 2/10, every time you'd ask him to do the dishes he'd flip a coin to decide whether or not to kill you. but at least he makes a lot of money on account of being a mafia boss, so i'll add a point.

sloth:if: 9/10, he's a house husband he knows how to amicably live with other people- he even had a roommate while his wife was pregnant for a while and it went alright. the only reason i'm deducting a point is because the kids are probably coming with him.

greed:if: 5/10, things would seem to be going mostly alright, despite the darkness lurking within him. it's weird how much he knows about you, even though you aren't close. he talks like he's known you for his whole life, but he just moved in a few months ago. he's holding onto grudges and gratitudes, despite nothing of note happening. he always knows things before you tell him. he's never late on the rent, though.

gluttony:if: -10/10 unless you like being stabbed and turned into a book. even if he doesn't decide to kill you, it would be like having 10 roommates on account of the fact that all his friends that he killed live in his head now. and he'd pace around the house all day long talking to them about future murder plans. i dont want to be on the news.

butterfly dream: -1000000/10 get this nasty freak away from me. i need a restraining order, not to share an apartment.

mimagau:if: 8.5/10 literally the same thing as the main route, but i added half a point because i'm a feminist

school:if: 7/10: same thing as the main route again but i deducted a point because it's a different genre. in a slice of life comedy you can expect even stupider shenanigans to ruin your peaceful day.

#re:zero #didnt do the LiM routes but i might if i ever wanna add onto the post #i'll say otto:if depends solely on how much you like mayo

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yourplasticlittlespastic · 8 hours

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E̴N̴T̴W̴I̴N̴E̴D̴ - Series - Part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x f/reader

Warnings: F!nger!ng sesh with BB and fluff!

Notes: IDK how they expected me to watch one ep. per week like... I watched them all yesterday and now one month to go... Thank you for reading this story. Can we not talk about Tilly Arnold? thanks

WC: 3.9K

You were featured in Lady Whistledown a few times now and those times, she talked about your persona, describing it as just, kind and friendly. This time as your eyes scanned the page you wondered why she didn't use more scrutinizing words against you and the situation. She was talking rather fondly of you, nothing compared to your Mother who made sure to silence your father quite often now.

You read the paper again and bit your cheek. Lady Whistledown has made sure to explain the situation and collect the evidence of Lord Coxingworth's harsh behaviour that in reality he was being antagonized by her very badly.

"My dear" you father looked for your mother's face "Is this not what we wanted? Our only daughter is getting married"

"But how is she getting married?" she huffed, angry at you "Debuting" she pointed with her hands "House calls" she indicated "courting a man!" she winced "not two, Y/N!" she touched her stomach "and finally marrying him but your daughter has made sure to add scandal in that process"

"It is not a scandal, Mama" you said, knowing well enough to keep the tone respectful but firm.

"I beg to differ, Y/N" she hissed.

"It is not like I met Benedict while talking to Lord Coxingworth" a very subtle smile tried to curve your lips

"But oh dear, you have met him at the Bridgertons"

"Never unchaperoned" you pointed out, your cheeks turning a deep shade of pink

"I do not care, Y/N, you ruined my debut plans"

"Mama" you breathed, not believing her words. "My debut happened and you helped me achieve it flawlessly"

"I know"

"And things... well, things turned around for the better"

Your Mother had enough. You were giving her logic that her hysteria could not chew for now so that is why she excused herself leaving you with your father. His beard already turning white by the roots and his elegant attire wrinkled as he sat down in the drawing room.

"Y/N..."

"Yes?"

"Come here"

You moved from the window and approached your Father who was patting his side. You did so and he sighed "My beautiful daughter... have things turned around for the better?"

"yes" you admitted "I would not say it if it wasn't right"

"Mr. Bridgerton is a good man. I know" he nodded more to himself "I of course do not enjoy the scandal this will hold until well, the wedding but I am good at deafening them here" he pointed at his head "Your mother is not. Be kind to her, particularly these days"

"Of course, Papa"

"Also..." he smiled at you and reached for your hand "I want you to know that I am happy. Very much"

"Really?" you tilted your head to the side, your heart warming.

"I was not sure of the Bridgerton boy, at first" he chuckled "I do not think your Mother likes him"

"I know, Papa"

"But he is a Bridgerton after all and I see Edmund in him."

His words inked deeply within you as your day passed by. The day rather than join in celebration of the engagement being solid, was spent apart which gave you time to… no, not that.

You did your things. Played the pianoforte. Talked with the maids. Did needlework. Anything, everything to keep your mind busy and away from desire. You wondered if in the near future there could be a way of communication that does not require a servant holding a letter and handing it personally.

Of course not, how can it be?

You kept on going. Dinner reached its course and as silent as it was more because of your mother than anyone else you enjoyed the moment. You will be soon married, married you smiled.

Mrs. Bridgerton. You blinked at the meat pie in front of you and imagined a house. A family. Children. And of course, a husband.

You smiled, your hand reaching for your glass and as it was filled with wine you noticed a piece of paper sticking from the pocket of your dress. Your eyes widened as you tried to hide the blush from your parents and quickly reach for it.

The handwriting was messy and hurried but the words were clear enough.

Bring the poetry book to my library.

You questioned why so seldomly you clenched your thighs. Your breath hitched and your eyes darted to the window where you could see the dark night sky, the moon and the stars shining in a way that felt so magical, so ethereal and so the so-called pious girl routine commenced and when you brushed your hair as the last step of it your long forgotten your bed.

Waiting you did and went outside your house through the back door. The odd guilty feeling felt more at ease, now you were going to meet your future husband, not your… your… what was he before?

When you reached it was a matter of time before turning to the vast garden however the entrance lit up and you hid behind the stone pillar.

“...And from who are you hiding from?”

You grinned and turned around to see Benedict with his sleeping wear and holding a candle.

“No one”

“Good because I only live here”

“And the staff” you reminded him

"The staff won't say a word" he bobbed his head "Fancy greeting your fiancé properly?"

His impeccable quick wit made you nod and he plucked his lips ready to savour you but instead, the proper greeting he expected was an arm slap and a giggle from you making him chuckle in return.

"I brought the book" you mentioned

"Right... I do not care about the book"

Your brows joined in a frown "May I remind you that this book" You showed the thin copy "Was what made us... this?"

Benedict locked the door and put the candle on the entry table "I do enjoy its contents and do know the meaning of that stolen book" he made you roll your eyes "But I may remind you that I harbouredfeelings for you long before your crime? I do not wi to speak for you but-"

"I had them before as well" You tried to slap his other arm but he swayed away to the stairs "Where are you going?"

"I have a bedroom"

"Good for you"

"A comfortable bed" he snorted

"Lucky"

"Do you have these things?" he pointed around

"I had them back at my house"

"And you don't have them if you stay down here. Follow me"

You slowly grunted not in annoyance because who are you but a smart girl who knows that whatever might happen behind those doors will be for your benefit? But you grunted in fatigue. You saw Benedict waiting for you to walk inside his room, the crimson colour in your face was ignored by the darkness of the night but you certainly perceived the heat of it.

"Please" he closed the doors and then bit his lower lip and exclaimed "Oh!"

You flinched at his frantic movements and saw how he jumped at his bed, papers around, some chalk, more papers "Busy today?"

"Quite... I... Well, I have taken Anthony's role until he comes backs from his honeymoon and I didn't have time today to sketch"

"And now that I am here I'm afraid I will take your sketching time away"

Benedict placed all his papers on a desk and shook his head "Unlike the immature boys you have encountered, I do know when my number one priority has entered the room"

You blushed and looked around "May I sit... or?"

Benedict tilted his head and sighed "Y/N... this is going to be your bedroom"

The idea made you blush harder "Mine? Are you saying you will move? Isn't opening one of the multiple bedrooms for me easier than transporting your items?"

"What are you talking about?" he scratched the top of his head, moving slowly to his bed "This will be our bedroom, not just mine"

"I thought there were separate rooms for every couple"

"And who would like to sleep away from you? Not me!" he laughed and so gracefully landed on his twisted duvet and took the opposite corner to open the spot next to him "Come here, have a taste of the future. A time machine"

And you clearly were not stupid to reject his invitation, perhaps what happened in this room a day ago might happen again and oh... you were using your damned pantalettes. He hates them. Nevertheless, you jumped and giggled feeling the flannel of the linen and the heaviness of the satin duvet.

"There you go" he puffed the pillow for you and leaned on his arm to face you, his head resting on his palm "Tell me, what did you do today?"

Your hand was certainly halted as your fingertips were clearly already letting loose the waistband of your pantalettes. You softly frowned and recomposed as he bombarded you with a normal question.

"Oh, well, my day was quite dreadful"

"Why?"

“I hate needlework”

“Iugh” he stuck out his tongue “Yes I hate it too”

“But you don’t have to do it”

“I’m hating what you’re hating” he shrugged “What else?”

“Pianoforte, Italian, talking…” you huffed “You making me say out loud makes it all sound so dull” You shifted and took your robe out of your body, you threw it to the end of the bed “I don’t like coming to London”

“Don’t you?” He asked and then laid on top of his pillow “I thought the season had its charms”

“It does but when I go back to the countryside is far better. Freedom. You do not care about not using your rib-breaker”

He frowned “rib-breaker?”

“Corset”

He chuckled “Then let us go to the countryside and burn all your rib-breakers. Of freedom you seek, let me also benefit from it”

You felt the blush again coming and you looked at his eyes “I am not wearing one right now”

He swallowed thickly and bit his cheek, his chest raising and lowering faster. He did not expect this information. Not that is not welcomed.

“Clearly you would be mad if you slept with it”

Your hands grabbed the ditched collar of your sleeping gown, and the courage to show what hides underneath crept in you but you were met with both of his hands as he sat upright.

“What a-“

“My love” he tried to smile “I do not wish to be seen as someone that calls upon you only for mere passionate encounters” You opened your mouth and he shook his head “Although I am filled with lust for you I am also filled with love” he stopped and he blinked, the word has never left his lips until now “there are things that give another type of pleasure,” He said, his fingers moving up to your cheeks. You blinked, his words and his actions were softer than the silk you wear or the butter you taste in the mornings.

“Have you shared those other things with someone else?”

Benedict thought about your question deeply “…no, not quite. I for once never asked a woman to join me in bed to talk” he laid back again on the bed “or slept all night with someone… of course it was me who stood up and left”

You were silently startled, your eyes wide open as your hand moved to rest on his chest, feeling his heart beating. He looked at you and his thumb moved to caress the apple of your cheek.

“I’m sorry for the brash stories. I do not intend to do so with you”

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to know” you confessed “I always wondered what you did away from the Bridgerton House”

“I did not do that all the time. I painted, drank good brandy… danced…” he smiled “occasionally danced within the sheets”

“Danced writhing the sheets” you mocked him and turned around to stay at your side as you stared at him “I don’t know what that means?”

“You don’t?” He somehow snorted “I know you have read biology books, love. So you must know something”

You rolled your eyes and slapped his shoulder, making him laugh and shake his head.

"I know that for a baby to be made a man and a woman are needed and that there is a special moment when the woman might have more chances. That is w-“

“Please don’t say full moon. Please don’t say full moon…”

You gulped and with a very quiet voice you said “Full moon…”

Benedict loudly laughed so that his voice hit the ceiling of his room, he squirmed in the bed making you laugh in return "Y/N!"

"What?!"

"No, no, no... those are just tales. Please tell me what are marital encounters?"

You were never questioned like that before and your chest felt sweaty with the amount of heat you were starting to feel "Things..."

"Things?"

"Things of... married people"

Benedict so cutely hid his cheeks in his hands "I cannot t-"

"Things!" your exclaimed trying not to be embarrassed "Things like uhm" You bit your cheek and with the same quiet voice, you added "Kissing"

"Kissing" he repeated.

"And touching and uhm..." you sighed "I'm not sure. I do know you have in you some essence but somehow the act itself was not written in the book"

"Was not written or did someone rip the pages?" he asked for himself and sighed, he saw your genuine eyes and pulled the duvet further so your shoulders were hiding now "So much to know of this world and still women are being concealed of it"

"Not all women"

"True" he nodded "Society women are treated so poorly and that is a lot to say. They might be close to diamond jewels and so far from actual and factual knowledge"

"That's why I say I like the countryside better, you read whatever you want as long as no one sees you"

"Is that how you found those biology books?" you nodded at his question and then went back to bed "I'm sorry I have taken your sleeping time"

You looked around "you expect me to sleep here?"

"I thought we already ta-"

"No, as of right now, tonight"

"Yes" he pouted and circled your frame with his arm, his head crashing on your shoulder "Yes, of course, and... we can wake up early so you can go to your house" his voice suddenly turned slow "if you get caught is not like... we are" he yawned "strangers. The worst they can do is make us get married"

"But we are going to get married"

"Exactly"

With his drowsy voice, you also allowed yourself to close your eyes. That night, even though there was no recollection on your part of your sleep, you knew that it was by far the most peaceful you have ever gotten apart from the fact that you blinked in the middle of your slumber and felt the ardent heat coming from his body. A man his size truly doesn't need a furnace.

You tried to unlock his arm from you and felt your gown sticking against your skin with mild sweat. You slowly and softly moved around and reached the end of the bed to stand. You leaned on the end to put your slippers and that is when a hand grabbed your wrist.

With the most sleepy face someone could have, his chestnut hair a mess and his voice croaked he said "Where are you going?"

"Home"

"No..." he said and tugged your wrist and he opened his eyes, his other arm moved the duvet aside "There is no light outside"

"And that is good" you mumbled "When there is light it'll b-"

"Sssshhhh you talk too much, come" he let himself fall against his bed and moaned "Comfortable bed" he then opened an eye and saw you "I mean it come, husband orders"

Your shoulders deflated as you climbed the bed again "Husband orders... wife orders..." you muttered and laid again "There?"

"Turn around," he said and moved closer to your frame. You did as he said and he circled his arms around you, his leg resting on your thigh and his face nuzzling against your neck, his hair tickling the space behind your ear "Closer"

"That is the closest"

Benedict growled and was drowsily moody as he took your shoulders, turned you flat on your back, growled more and laid again next to you. His head trying to hide somewhere. You smiled at the sight and the softness of the moment and the fact that he was not thinking and was just following his sleepy desires.

You kissed his forehead and he smiled, his nose pressing harder against the spot under your jaw. You closed your eyes yet the pressure on your jaw increased and like a snap you opened your eyes to see Benedict staring at you with a smug face, his chin now on the pillow and his lips kissing your neck.

"You are awake"

"I am" he said and licked your neck, his tongue tasting the saltiness of your skin "You woke me up"

"No, I didn't-"

"You did" he smiled and kissed your cheek "I'm awake"

"Sleep"

"What is that?" he purred and his hand moved to your leg, the tip of his fingers caressing the bare skin of your thigh.

"Benedict" you said and closed your eyes, your mind was not helping, his fingers were moving further and you felt his lips kissing yours.

"Sssshhh"

You felt the soft fingers tracing the seams of your pantalettes and you gasped. He smiled and kissed your lips, his tongue slowly tracing the contour of your lower lip. You sighed and he did the same.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No" you whispered

His lips were back again against yours, his tongue gently asking for entrance and when you complied, you felt a wave of bliss hit your body. His tongue was hot, his taste was a hint of cotton, yes, cotton and you didn't know why. Perhaps you're dreaming.

You felt his hand turning to the waistband of your pantalettes and clear as water his hand was underneath now.

"Ben" you said in a gasp

"Y/N" he groaned and kissed your cheek and neck. His hand moving between the soft material and his knuckles brushing the apex of your legs. Your breathing became erratic as the tip of his index finger explored your folds.

"Ahhhh..." you moaned at the sensation, you had explored there but him? His fingers, as foreign as they were still made perfect sense they were there. How do you know? You just do. Your hands grasped the side of the linen under you and you tried not to tense as he kept tracing up and down, his thumb gently pushing and rubbing on your little nub.

"I will take them off"

"Please" you nodded as you breathed in

He smiled and slowly took them off, the material stuck to his wet knuckles and he saw his hand coated with your "Essence" he grinned and received a soft slap from you "Uhum" he hummed and took your neck as his captive.

"Do not think" he whispered

"I can't"

"Yes, you can" he smiled and his finger traced a line, a line that felt like fire. And you moaned again "Be here with me as I touch you, God, you're so beautiful"

You closed your eyes as he kept kissing you, his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth were all over your face and neck and that tracing stop made you frown until your lips parted at the sensation of his finger strangely close to your... what is there?

"Breathe for me, dear"

You did. In. Out and then you felt his finger factually inside you and it was not strange as feeling it outside. This was warm and this was new.

"Ah" you breathed out and his hand rested on your stomach, his eyes looking at yours and the way he was taking the whole thing. His finger was exploring the depths of your walls, the way it felt, the warmth and tightness of it. "Ben"

"Ben" he repeated and kissed the back of your ear "Never call me Benedict again" he moved his finger and you felt it curve and he stop your body from wiggling, his free hand moved to his side of the bed and took a pillow.

"What?"

"I am going to use the pillow, my love"

You didn't have time to react because the second after the pillow was under your hips, his finger was back again. You moaned loudly and your hand moved to cover your mouth. Benedict frowned.

"Why are you doing that?"

"They could hear"

"Sssshhh no one can"

"But-"

"If you keep quiet I will add a finger"

"How can I if I-"

He stopped you with his kiss and he started moving again, you moaned and moaned and you were sure that the moment he introduced a second finger was the moment when your legs started to move, jolt, and shake at the sensation.

"Oh, my love, oh" he groaned as he saw his fingers coated with more juices, he wanted to taste it, he really did but this was not about him. This was about you. "You are taking this so good"

"Keep going" you groaned and arched your back at the craze. Benedict smiled and kept moving, his lips were peppering kisses on your neck and his thumb was now adding more sensation to your clit.

"Ah!"

"You like that?"

You were a mess of groans and moans. You were trying not to scream but you felt this fire inside you, a fire that was becoming bigger and bigger and more intense and Benedict could see that, feel that, and hear that.

"Let go, Y/N, let go"

Your hands were clawing at the linen, your legs were shaking and then you felt like the world had exploded, the room was spinning, and there was no sound coming from you apart from the erotic splash and clammy sound of his fingers going faster and harder deep in you.

Benedict smiled and slowed down, he saw the way your body was now limp and he was enjoying the view. You were panting and sweating and the glow was there.

"Y/N"

You tried to answer but nothing came out of your lips. Benedict chuckled and kissed your cheek, his fingers leaving your core and he saw the way you were dripping on his hand and your thighs. He groaned.

"My love, I cannot wait for us to marry"

You laughed so deeply at the orgasm you just had, your smile so wide as you turned to see him, his eyes were glowing, his lips were pink, and his hair was a mess.

"Why?"

"Because I cannot wait to be buried deep in you and making you feel better than this"

"There is better than this?"

He nodded and licked his fingers. Your eyes widened at the action and you saw the way his eyes rolled at the taste, his lips licking each digit and his tongue cleaning his hand.

"You have no idea, my love"

"I would love for you to show me"

"Of course" he smiled and his head rested on the pillow "I hope this has been a good experience for you"

You nodded, and your fingers caressed his cheeks "This has been the best of my life"

"Then you are not living enough"

"I will"

"You will"

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OMG It’s You…(Part 7)

YouTube!Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️:Arguing,Chan having dark thoughts, thoughts of killing himself, not feeling good enough, Lee Know teasing reader😏 (let me know if I missed anything)

🏷️: @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone (Taglist open)

(A/N: 🚨🚨🚨ATTENTION 🚨🚨🚨: All text messages are at the bottom of the post. Since Tumblr will not let me post this THE WAY I WANT TO. I have to do it this way. I will put a () to indicate where the text messages is SUPPOSED TO BE so you can scroll down to look at them. (I’m fine. I’m cool){I’M NOT FINE} Happy reading!)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5

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Third Person POV

Changbin looked to his leader after they finished watching Y/N’s video. “So it was true? You actually didn’t like her from the start. That’s why you never wanted to talk about her? Because you were jealous of someone being like you?” All eyes are on Chan and in this moment he wishes the floor beneath him would open up and swallow him. “I thought you liked her from the start? You yourself said that you liked how motherly she acts.” Hyunjin is the next one to speak up. It’s as if all the words he wants to say dies on his lips. Some of the younger members shake their heads while one in particular is looking at his Hyung.

“I thought you told me you weren't going to mention that in your letter to her?” All eyes turned to Felix. “What do you mean by that? You knew he didn’t actually like her this whole time?” Han almost cries out astonished by what’s unfolding.

“He told me when he came to apologize to me. He told me everything, from the start up to now. When I had last spoken to him he told me he wasn’t going to put that in the letter.” He turns back to his Leader. “What changed?” All eyes are focused back upon him. “I decided to tell her the truth. If there’s one thing I learned from her is that she’d rather you be upfront and honest than to lie or prolong the truth. I knew that it wouldn’t go over well.” His eyes turn back to the screen where Y/N is smiling.

“Even though she says that she can look past it, I know that I’ve hurt her. It hurts even worse to know that she held Wolf Chan like her life depended on it. Now, here I go and tear through this invisible trust she probably had in me. All because I was jealous of a girl who Stays did nothing but gush about. It was almost as if they were there to only talk about her and her alone. I understand now that they were just trying to tell me about a fan who loves and supports us, yet I twisted that into an emotion I should have never felt.” He looks down at his hands.

“I knew that there was a risk when I wrote that letter. I knew that if she read it aloud that there would be people hating on me for even thinking that way. But there she goes, telling Stays or anyone watching to not hate on me.”

When he looks back up at his members, he’s given mixed emotions. One person in particular has been silent the whole time. Not wanting to believe that his own leader has had this jealous feeling against Y/N. “I didn't tell any of you because of how much you liked her. Maybe I should have.”

“Yeah, maybe you should have.” All eyes turn to Lee Know. “I don’t know what to believe anymore. Here I thought you had liked her, but maybe not as much until just within the past year. Now I find out you didn’t like her at all.” He turns to look his Hyung in the eyes. “How long did you not like her for, before you actually started liking her?”

Everyone anticipating their leader’s answer. “Six months.”

“SIX MONTHS?!” Changbin and Han both speak in unison. Their leader nods his head. All the boys shake their heads. “Chan Hyung.” The hyung in question looks at his Maknae. “I think I can speak for everyone here that we’ve thought better of you. We have always looked to you for guidance and the one time we were looking forward to something, you go and ruin that with a letter. I hope you’re happy.” I.N. stands to leave as does everyone else besides two people.

Chan knew this was coming and he was fully prepared to take the shame and guilt that they threw his way. Lee Know was trying to hold back his anger, but the longer he sat in the presence of his Hyung the more rage he felt. He got up as quickly as he could and put as much distance between himself and Chan. The only person remaining is Chan’s Aussie brother.

Unlike everyone else, Felix didn’t harbor any resentment towards his leader. Was he upset that his leader would even think like that and lie? Yes, but he also knows that we’re human beings who have different ranges of emotions. “They’ll come around.” Chan, being in his own state of mind, jumps when he hears a voice call out. “Lee Know, probably not so much, but the others will come around. They’re just appalled that not only did you lie but you kept this from them.”

Chan didn’t comment and Felix didn’t expect him to. Once Felix left, Chan was left alone with his thoughts. And they were loud, about as loud as they were when he was in his trainee days. For the first time in a long time, Chan was left alone and not in a good way. ‘Why didn’t I tell my members how I felt? Why did I let what other people say get to me? Why did I tell the one person that I’ve looked forward to meeting that I hated her?’ The thoughts just kept getting worse. ‘You were never fit to be a leader. You lost all the trust you’ve earned over a girl because you got jealous. You should have killed yourself when you had the chance.’ Chan’s phone rings with an unknown number. He slides the button and answers.

“Hello?”

“I was wondering if you were still alive.” That voice. It’s the same voice as they just watched. Chan had forgotten he left his cell number to her in case she wanted to talk. He didn’t expect her to call this soon. Any bad thoughts he previously had flew out the window and in came the anxious thoughts.

“Chris? Are you there?” Realizing he hadn’t responded, he finally responds.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here. I just uh.. forgotten that I had left my number to you. I didn’t expect you to call this soon.” Y/N laughs on the other end and Chan feels his heart pounding out of his chest.

“Well I didn’t expect to get a phone number anyway.” She pauses and Chan unconsciously takes in a breath waiting for the blow.

“You really have a way with words. You know that right?” Chan releases that breath and closes his eyes.

“I know. I debated whether to tell you or not, but I know that you prefer it when someone is honest with you.” Y/N nods her head, but realizes he can’t see her.

“I do. I guess I wasn’t expecting one of my Biases to have jealousy towards me. I’m sure that Stays weren’t a huge help either, they probably contributed to it without knowing what they were doing.”

“Well that may be one thing, but the other is that I’m a complete idiot. By not realizing what they were trying to tell me. It was almost like they were mocking me about how much better you were than me. But I realized that wasn’t the case at all. I wish that I never felt that way towards you when you didn’t do anything to me. I’m so sorry Y/N.” She heard sniffing on the other end and she immediately jumped into action.

“No, Chan, please don’t get upset. I’m not mad, okay? Confused definitely but I’m not mad or angry at you. Please don’t cry. I don’t want you crying over something like this. It’s not worth it.” It almost seemed like nothing she was telling him worked. She felt like she only had one other option.

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keep us apart

You’d be the one I was meant to find

Chan stops crying when he hears someone singing. Then he realizes it’s Y/N. Her voice sounds beautiful and she was singing one of his favorite songs. It gives him the courage to sing with her.

It’s up to you and it’s up to me

No one can say what we get to be

So why don’t we rewrite the stars?

Maybe the world could be ours tonight

They finished the song together and Chan never felt as light as he did right then. It almost made him forget why he was so upset. Almost. Before Chan fell back down into that dark place, Y/N spoke up.

“I want you to know that you’re not alone Chan. I’m sure that your boys are probably upset with you right now, but I know they’ll come around.” He scuffs lightly.

“You’re starting to sound like Felix.”

“Well good, because maybe we both can get those words through your head. I know that I’m in a different time zone than you, but if you need me you can call or text me. If I don’t answer right now, I’ll get to you as soon as I have time. Don’t let those bad thoughts win Chris. I know you’re strong enough to overcome them. I’ll be your personal cheerleader cheering you on from the sidelines.” Chan actually laughs for the first time in a while.

“Are you going to wear a uniform when you’re cheering for me?” He teases her.

“I don't have one, but I’ll make sure to go buy one just for you.”

(First three pics of Chan)

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As the weeks followed, the pair continued to talk to each other whenever they could. Slowly, his members came back around. Knowing that their leader has faults too and that he felt terrible after they left. One person remained distant from his leader. Lee Know.

Chan expected this, but he wasn’t sure how to approach this. Or if he should even approach it at all. He decided he would try to talk to his evil bunny and if Minho didn’t want to talk then he wouldn’t push him to.

(Last two pics of Chan)

So, how was Lee Know doing? Unexpectedly, Lee Minho was doing okay. More than okay actually.

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After Y/N had turned off her camera, she walked back over to the items the boys gave her. Instead of one phone number, she had gotten two of them. One from Chan and one from Minho. To say she felt happy would be an understatement. Y/N doesn’t hold grudges against people, especially if they’ve never done anything wrong to her. Did it hurt reading that letter from Chan? Of course, but she could see how it could have felt from his perspective. Well, maybe not exactly but close enough to understand what probably had happened.

She had a feeling that the boys may not have known about Chan’s feelings. She just hoped that they didn’t go too hard on him. She also worried about the fans trying to attack him for saying such things to her. When she had gone through all the packages and separated out by piles to work on in the next upcoming videos. She decided she’d text both of the boys, or so she thought.

She mulled over whether to text or call. Not only that but if she should just text or call one and the other later or text both of them. What seemed like an hour, which was only 30 minutes, she decided to call Chan. She felt worried about him and how he was doing. To her suspicions, they were right. She’d give anything to be there with him and hug him tightly. When he started sobbing, and she knew she couldn’t get through to him, she decided to sing. She always thought she was a terrible singer and for many reasons why. But at that moment, it didn’t matter. What matters was getting his mind out of that dark place.

After her phone call with Chan, she decided she’d to send a text message to Minho. She wondered if they both knew that they were giving their numbers to her or if they both had the same idea. From the way that Chan spoke, it was as if Lee Know took it the hardest.

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She didn’t receive a message from him until the following day after she woke up. Smiling, she responded back to him. (First two of Minho) From there on they would text back and forth about what she’s doing to what he’s cooking for dinner. He even started sending her pictures of the food he makes and even pictures of his kids.

(Last three of Minho)

He almost forgot what he was mad about with his Hyung, until she brought him up in conversation over the phone.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while, but I keep forgetting.” He smiles listening to her voice.

“Go on. Ask me whatever you want to know.”

“How’s Chan been doing? I haven’t heard you mention anything about him since I first reached out to you.” Lee Know froze up and blinked rapidly.

“I don’t know. Haven’t talked to him recently.” He said stiffly. Y/N had known that he hadn’t talked to Chan, as per her conversation with the leader. She didn’t want to force Minho to talk to Chan, but she also didn’t want them to continue on like they were.

“Okay, I was just wondering. I didn’t know if something happened or not. That’s why I asked.” She says in a happy tone. Lee Know sighs heavily and she picks up on it.

“Minho? Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not okay.”

“What’s wrong? You’re not hurt or anything right?” He smiles at her worrying.

“I’m okay. It’s just the group got into an argument and things haven’t been the same.”

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking? If it’s too personal then you don’t have to tell me.” Lee Know had this urge to want to kiss Y/N. Had it not been for a phone and large bodies of water separating them, he’d do it.

“It happened because of you.”

“Me?! Why me?!” He goes to explain how everything went down after they watched the video. How he left in a rage because he really wanted to punch Chan Hyung in the face, but knew he’d regret later. So he took it out on a punching bag instead.

“Everyone else has made up with him, but I haven’t.”

“What’s stopping you?” That question alone stumped him. He hadn’t had time to think about it for too long before he’d get mad again.

“A lot of things. That’s all I’m going to say about it.”

“Okay. I didn’t mean to be noisy. I just don’t want you boys to have a fall out.” She pauses before continuing, “I know you may not want to hear this, but sometimes problems like this don’t go away on their own. Sometimes you need to say what’s on your mind, confront the person. You and I both know how much you love Chan and I’m sure that whatever happened has caused a rift between you two. But either one of you needs to address this before it gets too out of hand. That’s just a little advice from yours truly.” Lee Know cracks a tiny smile. “You don’t have to take my advice if you don’t want to, but it’s better to fix the problem now versus waiting it out.”

This leads Lee Know to where he is now. Sitting on his bed, going back and forth with himself on whether or not he should go talk to Chan. Or put it off for another day. Or two. He knew that Y/N meant well by trying to fix things even though it has nothing to do with her. He didn’t want to be rude to her, since he knew she was only trying to help. In the end, he knew she was right. With the Maniac comeback promotions and performances happening, they needed to not only put aside their differences but to make up so they could move forward with their lives.

Lee Know finally decides to get this done, so that they can both focus on what matters. Getting off his bed and heading to his door, he turns the knob. What he doesn’t expect is his Leader standing there with his hand raised, ready to knock on the door. Both standing there looking at each other, Chan lowers his hand slowly. “Hey. I was coming to see if maybe you wanted to talk.”

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