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Scintilla ch. 11 | Bang Chan

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Characters: Stray Kids, Reader

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Summary: You finally see your brother and best friend again with revelations being brought into light. Minho inevitably opens up to the two Newbloods he’s stuck with. Meanwhile, Woojin and the rest must come up with a plan to save you all.

Genre: Royal fantasy [Red Queen AU]

Word count: Approx. 8.7k

Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood

A/N: Hi! I am so utterly sorry this took forever to update. I’m very busy in school, and this year’s schedule isn’t very kind to me. Most of my assignments are papers and researches, I don’t have long breaks anymore, and am in campus almost the whole day, so updates may take longer from now on. But, here’s Ch. 11 to finally appease all of us! I have...mixed feelings on this chapter? I am happy, but at the same time, I’m not too proud. Idk I just feel like it’s not what y’all expected. I’m not good at coming up with mind-blowing twists and such lol. Anyway, I still hope you enjoy! Drop an ask if you have questions or thoughts ily all!

Everything felt sore like a thousand boulders were piled up on top of you. Your throat was parched. Your head felt like splitting into a gruesome two. Did Ho still have a grip on you? Why was such an overwhelming feeling of suffocation still clouding your senses?

Opening your eyes felt like peeling skin apart, but once your sight had adjusted to the light, all sense of panic and adrenaline rushes into your system like a tidal wave. You sit upright, mouth flying over to cover your mouth. “Hyunjin! Changbin!”

The prince and your friend look at each other with dejected eyes before letting out desolate sighs. Changbin welcomes you into his arms as you practically throw yourself to him, “This isn’t how I pictured our reunion, sis.”

“What happened?” you whisper against his chest.

“The Council happened.” Hyunjin spits, his usually cheery irises replaced by anger.

Your mouth hung open as the words left the Silk’s mouth, “Felix told us about the news before we got attacked. Is Minho…”

Changbin leans against the cold stone wall, “Of course Minho’s here. Turned in by his own father.”

“Where is he?”

“In another cell. I assume the Council hates him the most right now.” your brother closes his eyes, “Are you here alone? Did they catch all of you?”

“No.” you start, “Chan might be here. I’m assuming Jisung’s here as well, but the rest were away when Ho attacked.”

“Damn it.” Changbin curses under his breath, fist pounding against the ground. “Seungmin is safe, I hope.”

Hyunjin winces at the redness on the prince’s knuckles before turning to you, “Is he?”

“He should be. He was away as well.” you feel your heart racing at the thought of Seungmin being in danger.

The younger male sighs, “What are we going to do y/n? We can’t bust out of here on our own.”

“Dolorem’s cells are made with Silent Stone.” you bite your lip, “Explains why we feel silenced.”

Hyunjin runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up even more. He lets out a groan of frustration, angry tears starting to prick his eyes. He looks up at the ceiling, biting his lip so hard you fear it would start to bleed. “I’m sorry, y/n.” he breathes out, “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t be brave like you asked me to. I couldn’t do what I needed to do, and look at where we are.”

You stop him from punishing himself even further. You carefully wrap your arms around his shoulders, rubbing his back gently. “Jinnie, none of this is your fault, ok? I’m sure you did your best, and I’m sure you were the bravest.”

Changbin, despite the situation of it all, lightly smirks, “Yeah? Hyunjin was amazing. He snuck into each Councilor’s room.”

“See? Bravery, Hyunjin. That was really risky, yet you did it.”

“You guys aren’t saying that just to stop me from crying?”

“Shut up.” you and Changbin lightly shove the Silk who was now grinning.

“On a serious note, I’m more concerned about you, sis.” Changbin turns his worried eyes to your bruised figure, “I…I can’t even begin to imagine how you feel.”

You scurry over to the wall to sit next to your brother. With a heavy, emotion-filled sigh, you speak, “Physically, this is nothing. A bruise and a few cuts will heal. It’s just…this is my fault. I had a nightmare a few nights ago about bad things happening to all of you, and I’m afraid such things will happen soon, especially now that we’re all locked up. In Dolorem of all places.”

You eye the males’ injuries; one stab wound in the respective places Lady Jung had aimed for, scratches on Hyunjin’s face, a huge bruise on Changbin’s cheek, and you’re certain a million more bruises are peppering the skin under their clothes. “You and Hyunjin look horrible, no offense, and I can’t even begin to imagine what they’ve done to Minho.” you clench your shaky fists as you speak the next words, “Chan was stabbed three times because he tried to protect me. I fear they’re doing much more terrible things to him.”

With remorse and guilt glazing your features, you hang your head low and mumble, “This isn’t any of your fault. It’s clearly mine because I didn’t pay enough attention to what was happening. Your queen failed you all.”

“Nonsense.” your brother scoffs, “You’re entitled to doing your own thing, y/n. You own your life. It shouldn’t be a problem if you wanted to see a new world with the Newbloods. It shouldn’t have been a problem for you to want to help them. The only problem are the heartless, power-hungry bastards scheming against us.”

You shrug, chewing on your bottom lip. Changbin knows all too well that this was a sign of you feeling uneasy and guilty, so he gives your leg a reassuring pat. “Besides, I’d like to think that one, we’re getting out of this hellhole one way or another.” Hyunjin clicks his tongue, “And two…even if we did get caught, we discovered some pretty golden nuggets of information.”

“What did you guys discover?” you shift to face the two.

Changbin nods at Hyunjin, “Hyunjin saw Lady Jung’s files, and it certainly is true that the Council is plotting our murder. They can’t deny it, ‘cause the plans were written by the lady herself, along with the other members. Along with her plans and files were maps, secret routes, anonymous connections, and all other resources to be used to carry out their schemes.”

You tilt your head, rattling your brain to recall the information Chan had relayed to you when you were back in their base while they investigated, “Jeongin was able to go inside Ho’s office once. Just once, but he was able to retrieve a few papers. It was true that Chan and Felix were supposedly ordered to kill us, Bin, but that wasn’t even the original plan SKZ had.”

“Let me guess. They weren’t even supposed to kill anyone.” Hyunjin mutters.

“Close.” you point at him, “You know how Felix once mentioned that SKZ does not engage in full-on rebellions? Like yeah, maybe they have killed people, but they don’t wage war, per se, on Miroh?”

“Yeah.” both Hyunjin and Changbin nod.

You continue to explain, “Well, that was originally SKZ’s plan. Break into the castle one day, perhaps get a few hostages and kill a few if necessary to prove a point, and then negotiate with the royal family and Council.”

“But then Ho wanted something different?” Changbin guesses, a serious tone to his low voice.

“Precisely. Ho and a few other SKZ authorities were getting impatient and were no longer satisfied with the mediocre benefits Miroh was giving District 9. That’s why they planned to storm the castle and slaughter all the High Houses, leaving them the right to rule Miroh with Silvers fearing them.”

“Or so we thought.” Hyunjin scoffs, “Ho and his posse are working with the Council.”

“Unfortunately, the papers Jeongin brought back didn’t say anything on why Ho decided to work with the Council.” you lean your head back on the wall with a reasonably loud thud, “Only that Chan and Felix were to kill us so that ‘SKZ’s plans could be moved into action’.”

“The Council had duplicates of the keys you have sole ownership to, sis.” Changbin mumbles, “Lord Lee probably made them.”

“Easier to kill me that way, since I keep everything locked at night.” you say, “Once I’m dead, they can use the other keys to access the throne room and the crown vault. Easy peasy.”

“There was a fourth key, but we didn’t know what it was for.” Hyunjin adds.

“Are you that eager to find out, dear children?”

The three of you snap your heads to the venomous voice echoing through the walls of this desolate dungeon. The voice sent shivers through your every fiber, coiling around you like a snake waiting for its prey. “Might as well tell us now, Lord Yoo.” Changbin spits, eyes dangerously glaring at the elder now standing in front of your prison cell.

Despite the presence of Silent Stone all around you, your brother’s eyes seem to be lit with an undying flame, “You did lie about Father’s death, but we figured it out, so you might as well spill everything.”

“What?” you gasp, eyes wide with shock, “What do you mean?”

Hyunjin nods his head almost apologetically, placing a gentle hand on your knee, “The autopsy files the Council gave you and Changbin back then were fake. He discovered the real ones while rummaging through some old collections in the archive room.”

“How dare you?” you hiss at the Councilor who was smirking smugly at you, “That is a crime. It’s against the law. How could you do such a thing?”

“More importantly,” Changbin starts, “why would they? Simple, really.”

Hyunjin bites his lip as he anticipates the next words. You look back and forth towards your brother and Lord Yoo, heart racing with each passing second. Changbin finally speaks, “They murdered Father, y/n. His blood is on their hands. The whole ‘King Seo died of a natural death’ rumors were lies. The whole ‘Newbloods murdered him’ was also a lie.”

“Not entirely.” Lord Yoo snickers.

Hot tears have started to sting your eyes like acid. All sense of keeping it together were waning thin as if you were grabbing at the loose ends of thread, each grasp slipping away poorly. But no, not this time. You maintain your death stare towards the elder, and the quivering of your lip and the shakiness of your entire body only emphasizes your seething anger. Despite feeling like a hand had roughly grabbed your heart and squeezed it to death like a toy, you manage to utter a few words, “Tell me everything, heathen. Don’t spare a word.”

Lord Yoo seems unfazed, glancing to the side in a very uninterested manner, “When the king prior to your father passed, he had no heirs, remember? The choices for the next king were Seo, Lord Lee, Lord Kim, and me. Your father had virtually no chance of being chosen as king. As a Councilor, he had been bargaining for fairer treatment towards the Reds and Newbloods. He wanted to eradicate the hierarchy and promised that if he became king. Obviously, Silvers didn’t want that. However, there was no doubt that Seo had also done the most improvements to Miroh during his role as Councilor working hand-in-hand with the king then, and Silvers were not blind to not notice that. In the end, with the votes of Silvers, Reds, and Newbloods counted, Seo won by the skin of his teeth against Lord Kim. You could only imagine how angry we were back then, but we had no choice.”

“As he continued to ‘unite’ the people and mingle with Reds and Newbloods, we took the opportunity to conspire against him. That was also when we met a Newblood who wanted to ‘offer his expertise’ in aiding us with the disposal of Seo.”

“Ho.” you mutter.

“Yes, yes.” Lord Yoo continues, “This Newblood seemed very suspicious to us, but all he wanted in return was to ‘sit on the right hand of whoever ruled’ because he wanted to be above the Reds and Newbloods as well. Poor fellow just wanted to be like a Silver, I guess. But…when he told us about his plans, we knew he’d be useful, so we agreed to his bargain. What’s one measly Newblood in a sea of Silvers?”

“So that son of bitch was working with you lot even back then.” Changbin gets up, fists clenched with anger. If he had his flames, his entire body would be wrapped in an inferno.

Hyunjin speaks with a low voice, “The notes for a poison I found in a Councilor’s drawer…Ho gave it to you, am I right? One of the key ingredients to that poison is only available in a plant in Yellow Wood, so obviously Ho had access to it.”

“You poisoned my father?” you’re suddenly face-to-face with the Councilor, delicate fingers tightly wrapped around the steel bars separating you from him.

“The sixth year celebration for Lord Kim…there was a banquet for that.” Changbin mumbles, “A few days after that banquet, Father died.”

“You poisoned him then, brushing it off as a natural death.” you hiss, “The original autopsy must have stated Father was poisoned, but you hid that from us and claimed he died of something else.”

“What about the key?”

Lord Yoo shrugs nonchalantly, “Your father had a safe or little vault, and in that vault were his will and a letter to you two.”

“The fourth key was for that.” you mutter, “The Council said Father had no will written.”

“While you were all busy getting emotional and breaking down during Seo’s funeral, Lord Kim and I went through his room and discovered that vault. We hid it from everyone. How did we know what the key looked like? Your father had two flame-maker accessories – the bracelet he always wore and the key. This was always hidden underneath his clothing, so when he died, we immediately took it. Using that, we opened it and discovered the will, which stated that you or Changbin were to be crowned ruler immediately after his death, no matter what.”

“But you didn’t want that because it’d ruin your plans to rule once again, so you destroyed any evidence.” you scoff, eyes piercing the elder’s emotionless ones. “And the letter?”

“Seo was always a smart one.” Lord Yoo sighs as if he were disgusted, “Somehow, he had a hunch that the Council was plotting against him. The letter essentially was to inform the two of you about what he discovered and what he wanted the two of you to do about it.”

“Unfortunately, even if you got rid of that, we still uncovered your dirty, dark secret.” Changbin almost smirks, taunting and mocking the elder.

“Yet you couldn’t do anything about it.” Lord Yoo snickers with a revolting grin, “You’re stuck in here, my prince. Your queen is powerless now.”

“That is why we told you, young queen, to not get distracted like your father.” Lord Yoo mockingly laughs, “You got distracted with your lover and look where that got all of you. My word, even Lee Minho couldn’t do anything right.”

“If you were going to kill me, why bother betrothing me with Minho?”

“Once you and Changbin were gone, Minho would obviously be king through his ‘commitment’ with you.” Lord Yoo says as if it were the most obvious thing, “Lord Lee would ‘control’ Minho from then on, making the young man do whatever the Council decreed. But alas, that little imbecile chose you over his duties. Lord Lee and everyone else expected him to abide by us, but Minho started getting suspicious and acted upon that feeling.”

“Well, considering he’s supposed to protect me, I’d say he did his job pretty well.” you spit back, a hint of challenge lacing your words, “At least Minho chose what was right.”

Your fingers coil around the bars as if you were strangling Lord Yoo’s neck in your grip, “You’re not going to sit a second on my throne, Yoo. None of you murderous bastards will. Not even a millisecond, I assure you of that. And once we’re out of here, I will personally make sure to catch you all and make your lives a living hell.”

You literally spit on his face, a rather proud smirk pasting itself on your lips. Lord Yoo grabs your throat from between the bars, applying enough pressure to hurt you. Changbin and Hyunjin are quick to rush over, but upon seeing your unwavering eyes, they seem to calm down.

Lord Yoo, on the other hand, hisses through his teeth like the snake he is, “You’re stuck here, Your Highness. Your brother and best friend are powerless. Where is Kim Seungmin? Probably afraid for his life. Your lover is on the verge of death. Lee Minho and the other Newbloods are next. Things look bright for us, but I can’t say the same for you.”

Every word that came out of his mouth seemed to stomp on your very soul, trying to dampen your spirits and snuff out the remaining fire in you. But with whatever ember you had left sitting in your being, you set your blazing eyes on the Councilor standing inches away from you. The minute the chains break and the gates open, your blazing inferno would burn and ravish their very existence, cleaning the world of their impurities like a purge. You peel Lord Yoo’s hand away from your throat, eyebrows knit together in determination as you declare, “Right now, the sun has set for us as it has risen for you, but it’s a cycle, Lord Yoo. Once it rises for us, it’s going to set for you. When that happens, I don’t think things will look bright for you.”

“We shall see, Your Highness,” Lord Yoo glares, “if you all manage to survive for when that time comes.”

With those words, he saunters away, disappearing into the shadows. You slump back beside your brother. “We need to get out of here.”

“I know. We’ll find a way.” Changbin whispers.

Hyunjin lays his head on your lap, closing his eyes with a sigh, “Or a way will find us.”

You lean on Changbin’s shoulder as your fingers rake through Hyunjin’s hair in a gentle motion. A hint of worry mingles with your blood, but the fire in you overwhelms it and gives you a temporary sense of confidence. You look around the cold, dark room, eyes focused on the ray of light filtering in through the window above, “This isn’t over.”

“Such a waste.” One punch to the jaw. “A handsome face like yours ruined because of your stupidity.” One punch to the lip.

Minho grins, enduring each painful impact on his already-bruised face, “The only stupid ones are the Council, Lord Kim. What? Your little scheme was uncovered by Newblood rebels and us Silver kids. Talk about failed.”

Lord Kim grips the younger male’s collar, slapping Minho hard across the face with the back of his hand, “Failed? Your attempt to stop us failed, young Lee. The princess was captured, and you’re all here.”

“So what?” Minho spits his silvery blood onto the floor, the substance glimmering in the dark room, “We’ll drag all of you to hell with us if we have to. None of you are winning this.”

The elder roughly throws Minho to the ground, relentlessly and mercilessly kicking the male currently curled up on the cold ground. Each sickening impact on the younger male’s body echoes through the cell walls, haunting anyone who hears. “You should have stuck with your father, boy.”

“I’d rather die than stick with murderers.” Minho snarls, eyes sharper than any dagger, sending chills down Lord Kim’s spine, “And I’d gladly become a murderer if it meant putting an end to your lives.”

Lord Kim merely laughs, the mocking sound grating the young Magnetron’s ears. The next thing Minho sees is Lord Kim pulling out a short sword, the cold steel burning his cheek on contact.

In another cell room, a weak Chan is being held by the collar by none other than Ho. The captain smiles – a gentle smile, ironically – as he whispers to the Sounder, “Really, Bang. We could have avoided all this if you only did as I told you.”

“And like I said.” Chan smirks, blood trickling down his chin, “Screw you. I wouldn’t do it even if my life depended on it.”

“I thought you’d be smarter. Sacrificing everything for a worthless princess?”

Chan’s hand grips Ho’s wrist tightly, a warning of sorts, “I’d sacrifice everything for her because she’s worth more than any of you combined.”

“Please. You’re just foolishly in love, Bang.”

“No, I’m not. She’s the hope for this kingdom, Ho, and I’m not going to let you all take that away.” the young rebel declares, his growling voice akin to a commanding wolf.

“And how would you be so sure?”

“I can feel it. I believe her ‘cause I just know it.”

“How is that even definitive?” Ho snickers, bringing his knee up to Chan’s stomach.

Chan hisses in pain, but despite the hurt, he manages to send a powerful glare at the captain, “Sometimes that’s all you need when idiots like you have sucked the light out of everyone’s lives.”

“How beautiful. Poetic.” Ho chuckles, sending a hard slap across his cheek, “You disgust me, Bang Chan.”

“Good.”

With a menacing crack of his knuckles, Ho backs Chan against the ragged walls, attacking the younger male with a string of punches and kicks. Anyone would have broken at that point, letting go of the string that kept them alive and succumbing to the darkness enveloping their lonely selves. But not Bang Chan. Each massive blow on his broken body only sparked more flames in his very soul, waiting for the right time to break out and devour everything in its path.

Meanwhile, Jisung paces around the prison cell, fists randomly hitting parts of the wall from time to time. Despite the redness blooming across his knuckles, the Electricon doesn’t relent. His movements stop when the steel gate creaks open, revealing Lord Kim. The elder pushes a beaten-up Minho into the cell before shutting the gate angrily. He sends a mocking smirk towards the two prisoners, sauntering away seconds later as if he had done something of importance.

Minho nearly collapses the minute he takes a step forward, but Jisung is quick enough to catch him. As he supports the Magnetron, he asks, “What the hell did you do for them to ruin you like this?”

“I did something you’d do.” Minho mumbles, trying to stand straighter.

“Gee, thanks.” Jisung sighs, helping him walk to the corner of the room.

Once he gets Minho seated on the floor, his eyes fall shut as he releases a deep breath. The Magnetron’s body still feels sore from the injuries he had received from fighting his father and Lord Kim’s beating, and quite frankly, his mind – and emotions – were in a bit of a boggling jumble as of now. Jisung bites his lip – perhaps in frustration or despair – at the sight of Miroh’s “mightiest” so broken and defeated. Never would the Electricon have imagined that the proud Silver who refused to back down would end up like this. Jisung kicks the wall like a tantrum-throwing child, causing Minho to slowly open his eyes. Once Jisung has calmed down and sits across him, Minho nearly smirks – key word being nearly. “At least you don’t look as messed up as I do.”

Jisung leans his head back on the wall, “You suck.”

“You still have horrible bantering skills.”

“I – ”

Before Jisung can continue his sentence, a familiar figure opens the cell’s gate and walks in. He drags a barely-conscious Chan inside like a slaughtered animal, causing Jisung to send him a million death glares. Minho refuses to look at the figure, thinking he’d throw up on the spot out of disgust for the traitorous captain.

Ho tosses Chan’s limp body towards Jisung who protectively pulls him closer. Blood paints almost every inch of Chan’s body as purple and blue marks start to bloom on his skin as a result from numerous beatings. His sweat mixes with his blood in a gruesome painting, trailing down his angelic face like cracks on a broken vase; Jisung fears his leader is going to slip away from him any second.

The captain smirks, “You three are much sturdier than I expected. When are you going to break?”

“As you can see, never in a million years, dimwit.” Minho mumbles, disinterest lacing his words as if dismissing the captain who was boring him.

Ho heartily chuckles before grabbing the Magnetron by the collar, “Did your father not tell you that you had the chance to be exempted from all this?”

“Yeah,” Minho growls, “but I’d rather die.”

“I’d love to kill the one and only Lee Minho,” Ho brings his knife to the younger male’s neck, slicing a shallow cut just enough to watch a sliver of Silver blood trickle down his skin, “but that’s not for me to decide.”

He punches Minho’s jaw, causing him to stumble back and slump against the wall. He supports himself by leaning against it, steely eyes sending daggers towards the captain. “Where is y/n?”

“Don’t you ever get tired of looking out for her?”

“Where is she?” Minho yells, and Jisung could swear a deadly anger was radiating off of him, threatening to consume Ho whole.

Ho snickers, twirling the knife in his hand, “Somewhere here, I don’t know. Ask Bang. Was he not supposed to be her guardian angel or something?”

Chan is now sitting up, being supported by Jisung. Despite the gravity of his injuries, he manages to face Ho with confidence and strength. He doesn’t say anything, but Ho knows what his rebellious eyes are trying to convey – you’re going to pay.

Another mocking laugh escapes Ho’s lips before he exits the cell, “I have much more important matters to attend to. I don’t know how long you’ll last, but it was nice watching you all struggle to win this fight.”

Once the captain had disappeared, Jisung mutters, “I’m going to shove a sword up his ass one day.”

Minho cringes at his choice of words before rolling his eyes, “We’re stuck here, imbecile. The only way we get out of here is by being rescued.”

“I have full confidence that will happen.”

“I don’t. Might as well get chummy with two idiots.”

“You really suck.”

“So do you.”

As the two continue to banter as usual, Chan leans his back against the wall, empty eyes staring at the blood-stained wall across from him. While Jisung mutters to himself incoherent words about Minho being an ass, the Magnetron casts his gaze on the Sounder. A few minutes of silence surrounds the trio, smothering them with a heaviness that could weigh down their very souls if not broken. Minho shifts in his spot, leaning his head back as he whispers, “You promised you’d keep her safe, Bang.”

Chan speaks for the first time upon arriving in Dolorem, “Yeah? You kind of did as well.”

Minho looks down as disappointment and shame washes over his entire existence, “Yet here we are.”

“She’s alive, Lee.” Chan says, “They aren’t going to kill her yet. I doubt they will.”

“What does your captain hope to gain from this?” Minho suddenly asks, eyes still glued to the ground.

Chan shrugs, “Power? I can only assume he has a deal with the Council and will gain power from what he’s doing for them, including killing all of us.”

“You were supposed to do that.”

“I know.”

Jisung joins the conversation, “You do know that Chan and Felix disobeyed Ho’s orders, right?”

“I know that.” Minho mumbles, the words struggling to come out. His throat feels tights, but despite the immense pride he held, Minho let that all down as he finally shifts his attention to Chan, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Chan tilts his head rather innocently.

“Keeping her safe.” Minho dejectedly chuckles a pitiful sound, “Safer than I ever could.”

A small smile graces Chan’s split lip as he replies, “I’m not the only one who wants y/n safe, Minho. Jisung does, her brother does, you do. We all do and somehow, we’ve all done our part to make sure she stayed safe. At this point, y/n needs to do things herself now. We’ve done what we can, and it’s all up to her now. All we can do is help and stand by her.”

“You’re right, I know,” Minho starts, “but I guess…I never saw that.”

“Y/n told us that you guys were childhood friends…and well, supposedly engaged.” Jisung proceeds with caution, making sure he doesn’t hit a sensitive note with his query.

“We are, and we were.” Minho says lowly, almost ashamed of his own words, “I called it off.”

“Did you…not love her?” the Electricon prods.

A small smile has now appeared on Minho’s lips as if he were reminiscing on the better parts of his life, “It’s not that I didn’t love her. I called it off because I was mad at her at that time; I wasn’t exactly thinking straight.”

Minho stares at the steel bars caging them from the outside world, longing to bend them to his will if not for the Silent Stone. “I loved her more than anything, but I ruined everything for her. For us.”

“I don’t think it’s fair for you to say that, Minho.” Chan shrugs, biting his already bruised lip as he chooses his words with delicacy, “I’m sure y/n loved you too. I’m sure she still does.”

“She loves you, Chan.” Minho says, but contrary to what everyone was expecting, there was no bitterness in his words. Surely, a drop of sadness and regret laced his words, but not a single hint of bitterness towards the Newblood was evident. “Besides, you don’t know how much pain I’ve caused her over the years.”

Jisung shifts a little, scooting over so he could sit beside Minho, “If I may be so bold to ask…how did you become Lee Minho? Like, the Lee Minho every Silver idolized and the Lee Minho every Red and Newblood feared?”

Minho shrugs like all life has been drained from him; like he no longer had any fight in him. His eyes are glued to the window, light reflecting in his dark irises as he answers the younger male, “House Lee is second in power to the royal family. For obvious reasons, every member in that household is to be ‘perfect’ in the eyes of the Silvers. I grew up in an environment where everything I did had to meet the expectations of my father. My mother didn’t believe that and wanted me to enjoy my life as my own.”

“Y/n mentioned that…”

“She’s dead?” Minho nearly chokes on his own words, tongue twisting and tripping in a heartbreaking struggle, “Yes, she is. A long time ago. I didn’t understand why my father was so angry with her back then. As a child, I thought it was because she spent a lot of time with King Seo as they shared the same sentiments over the hierarchy. ‘It’s just jealousy’ I thought. Until I witnessed my mother getting dragged into the dungeons and executed the next day for all the High Houses to see.”

“That just made things worse for you, didn’t it?” Chan asks.

“Father became stricter. I was basically a puppet who did his every bidding. From what I did, to what I would do in the future, to the people I became friends with – he controlled everything I did and used fear to discipline me.” Minho scoffs, a bitter smile curling at his lips, “Ironically, that’s how I treated y/n and the rest.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/n and the other boys were different. They didn’t exactly have more freedom than I did, but they had a…different outlook on their lives as opposed to me. Y/n, as you probably know, helped me cope with my mother’s death when no one else did and became my closest friend.” Minho’s eyes held a tint of melancholy as he continues, “But as we grew older, the expectations became greater. The pressure was so great that all of them, with the exception of Seungmin, started to sneak out. Y/n always encouraged me to ‘let loose’ from time to time, but I rejected her out of fear from my father and opted to stick to the Silver way.”

“Seungmin told us that when you’re raised to believe one thing, you tend to forget everything else.” Chan points out, “It’s the same for you, isn’t it?”

Minho nods. He cannot explain why he’s suddenly so talkative or why he’s suddenly opening up to the Newbloods he despised not too long ago. Perhaps it was the idea of dying soon and not letting anyone know how he truly felt. Or the feeling of desperation as the days grew darker and more hopeless, prompting him to at least lessen his burden. Or, it was as you kept telling him – they aren’t what you think they are.

“I justified my actions by telling them that I didn’t want what happened to Mother to happen to them. I mean, I really didn’t want that to happen again, but that genuine concern was somehow twisted into something heartless after living life in accordance to the Council.”

“In being molded into the ‘perfect Silver’, I somewhat lost myself in the process. My identity was found in the expectations and standards they had for me.” Minho closes his eyes, stubbornly refusing to let anyone see how a glassiness had glazed his orbs with emotions he rarely felt, “In losing myself, I lost y/n. Whatever ‘genuine’ love I had for her disappeared because I was too busy wanting her to become as perfect as the Council wanted me to be. That’s not what she wanted.”

“What did you originally want for you? For her? For the both of you?” Chan asks again, the gentleness in his voice startling the Magnetron like a newborn kitten.

“Pathetically, I can’t even remember.” Minho admits, head hanging low with shame, “I don’t know. Like I said, I lost myself. Who is Lee Minho if you remove all the Silver expectations? It’s like the Council possessed me and every inch of my being, so I don’t even know what I wanted then, and what I want now. That’s my answer.”

“If it’s any consolation,” Chan starts, and despite the weariness settling in his bones, his eyes are very much alive and strong, “it took a while for us to know what we wanted as well. You’ll get there. Give yourself time.”

“Shouldn’t joining SKZ somehow dictate what you wanted in life?” Minho inquires, raising his eyebrow.

“Not really.” Chan gestures to Jisung, “Tell him.”

Jisung offers the Magnetron a small smile before saying, “A lot of us joined SKZ and still didn’t know what we wanted in life. I, for one, can attest to that. I joined SKZ for the hell of it. I told myself ‘you’re going to be making a difference’ and ‘you’re going to bring justice to this unjust world’, but in reality, I had no clue why I joined a rebel group.”

He continues, “I never experienced the hardships Chan and the rest went through. My life was…alright, I guess. But as a ‘neutral party’, I hated witnessing how Reds and Newbloods had to suffer because of the Silvers. Greensborough, Elysium, and parts of District 9 were alright, but when you see places like the Trench, it pisses you off. ‘How could Silvers just let people live in such conditions?’ I would often ask. It was only a year after joining SKZ that I realized that I found happiness in our little scouting trips. I wasn’t one for rebellions, protesting against Miroh, and all those rebel-like stuff. I was happy doing little scouting trips, giving donations and rations to the poorer towns. I spend time with the people there and share whatever joy I had with them. That’s what I wanted out of SKZ.”

The way Minho’s mouth hangs open was enough for Jisung to know that he was amazed – awestruck even – at the story the Electricon had shared. He did not have to spout highly elaborate, scholarly words to make a point. He said what he wanted to say with confidence, allowing his emotions to do the storytelling for him. The rawness and genuineness of his words was easily conveyed with conviction, allowing it to be stronger than any political claim a High House elite could make in court. Jisung’s eyes glimmered in the dark room almost as if a cluster of stars had graced them with their presence.

Chan smiles proudly, watching Jisung with admiration, “There you have it. From Han Jisung himself.”

“He’s not as annoying and stupid as I thought.” Minho finally responds, and though his expression is deadpan, it was impossible to miss the playful glint in his eyes.

“Why you – ” Jisung starts.

Chan smiles a bit wider, “There’s more to Jisung than most people see. He’s childish, impulsive, happy-go-lucky, and reckless – ”

“I don’t see how this makes me a better person, hyung.”

“ – but he’s also the most genuine person ever.” Chan grins, “His playful nature tends to conceal his more introspective side, but it comes out when it’s really needed.”

“I just…like to smile. Smiling and laughing makes everything better even when it’s not.” Jisung blurts, “That way, you kind of give everyone the strength they need.”

Minho leans his head back against the wall, humming lowly in response. “You’re still a bug zapper to me, Han Jisung.”

“You’re still a tin can, Lee Minho.”

The two share identical smirks before tearing their competitive gazes away from each other. “I’m happy y/n has you two.” Minho whispers. “She deserves the happiness you give her.”

“She has you too, Minho.” Jisung grins cheekily, “I mean…maybe she sees you differently from Chan, but she still has you.”

“It sucks to say this, but I’m more than willing to let go of y/n if she chooses to be happy with Chan.” Minho sighs, sounding almost relieved, “I can’t love her the way you do; not anymore, at least. Not when I don’t even know my identity without the standards they set for me. She needs someone who has strong convictions and isn’t easily swayed. If there’s anyone I can trust y/n with, it’s you.”

Minho then turns to Chan, steely eyes piercing the Sounder’s own with a gaze so intense it could make a hole in the wall next to him, “So if we get out of this hellhole, you have to swear that you’ll treat her like the queen she is. Swear you’re going to make her happy, love her, and protect her as best as you can. The minute you hurt her, I’m sending a spear through your head.”

“Violent words, but oh so poetic.” Jisung whispers, causing the Magnetron to smirk.

Chan can only smile, a faint chuckle escaping his lips, “I’ll keep that in mind then. But you have to promise you’re still going to be there for her as he dearest friend. Promise you’re still going to care for, love, and protect her as the friend she treasures the most.”

“You didn’t have to ask, Bang.” Minho smirks, “That’s a given already.”

They both let out chuckles, a now lighter silence filling the cell. Minho is just about to shut his eyes out of exhaustion when Chan speaks, “And Minho?”

“Hm?”

“You’ll find yourself one day.”

With that, Minho smirks, eyes collapsing as exhaustion finally settles in his bones. Jisung sends a grin towards Chan’s direction, whispering softly, “You really have a way with words, don’t you?”

“Get some rest, Jisung.” Chan chuckles softly, “We’re getting out of this and settling things once and for all.”

“Roger that, Captain.”

A string of curses escapes Woojin’s lips as soon as the remaining Newbloods and Seungmin arrive at the now empty base. “We’re too late.”

Felix quickly teleports into the house, returning outside after a few seconds, “Other than this huge whole, probably done by a Bomber, the house is…in tact.”

“Oh no.” Seungmin starts to panic, eyes darting around as his head begins to throb with pain, “They must have taken y/n, Chan, and Jisung. No, no, no. If what I know is true, they were brought to Dolorem. This is a disaster! Dolorem is – ”

Jeongin sympathetically frowns, gently rubbing the Whisper’s back in assurance. The youngest quietly speaks, “What do we do, Woojin-hyung? Dolorem is impossible to break into, but we can’t just…leave them.”

Woojin sighs, running his fingers through his dark hair, “Seungmin, what do you know about Dolorem?”

The younger male rattles his brain, sorting his thoughts and piecing everything together like a puzzle, “Well, to start off, the main entrance to Dolorem itself is guarded by Whispers – they’re way stronger than I am. The entrance to the prison itself is guarded by Whispers, so there’s that. Inside the dungeons cells are Silent Stone, but outside the cells is normal so you can still use your abilities.”

“What about the guards inside?” Felix queries.

“Royal Guard, so they’re just Magnetrons. Still, they’re trained by Lord Lee, so they aren’t just small-fry.” Seungmin sighs, biting his lip anxiously.

Jeongin raises a finger, “Do you think Ho or the Councilors are still there?”

Woojin shakes his head, “Ho rarely remains in one place for long. He’s either back in his base, or gathering his people and training them or something.”

“Same with the Council.” Seungmin says, “They don’t linger in Dolorem for long, so I assume they’re back in the castle, especially since none of the royal kids or Council children are there.”

“Do you think Felix can get inside unnoticed?” Woojin asks.

“Definitely.” Seungmin shakes his head, “But even if he were inside the dungeons, how would he get everyone out? The minute he’s inside a cell, his teleportation powers won’t work. We have to either get the gates opened or break it from the outside.”

“Then can I teleport you inside, then you command the guards to open the gates?” Felix inquires.

Seungmin chews on his lip for a few seconds, juggling Felix’s question and assessing the pros and cons of such a proposal. “Theoretically, you can do that. But once we do open the gates, there’s no guarantee we can make it out successfully.”

“I can immobilize everyone inside the dungeon.” Woojin smirks, “But we need to think of how everyone will escape once outside the dungeon.”

Jeongin offers a small smile, pointing to his freckled friend, “Felix can teleport people as far as the entrance to Dolorem, but that will take an extreme toll on him and will practically deplete his energy.”

“Do you think it’s safe to assume that they’re all in good shape?” Woojin questions the Whisper.

With a deep sigh, Seungmin purses his lips, “I’d assume Hyunjin, Jisung, and Changbin would be the least injured, judging by the gravity of their ‘trespasses’ against the Council. I would not be so sure for y/n, as yes, they want her dead, but I doubt they would hurt her that much. Knowing how the Council had high expectations for Minho and Ho detests Chan to the core, I’m afraid those two will bear the burden of being most injured. Dolorem is where torture happens.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Woojin pauses, pacing around the grassy field.

Everyone remains silent for what seems to be forever. Ironically, they felt like time was passing by too quickly, their frantic hands helplessly grabbing at any means to somehow freeze the clock so as to avoid the impending doom of your lives being in danger at Dolorem. Each heartbeat feels like every passing second, prompting and taunting the group to think – and act – faster than they already are. The pressure to come up with some sort of rescue plan had them feeling uneasy, yet they did not relent.

“I have a vague plan.” Woojin suddenly whispers, his eyes sparked with a sense of hope.

“Let’s hear it.” Felix rubs his hands together, squatting down on the grass.

“It’s really risky, but we have no choice. Literally. We have to try anything at this point.” the eldest male eyes each younger male, gaze stern and serious like a father. His warm eyes land on Seungmin, a deep fleck of trust swimming in his irises, “And…I need you to be strong, Seungmin. I need you to believe you can do what I’m going to ask of you.”

Seungmin feels his heart collapse, then speed up seconds later. He swallows the lump lodged in his throat, soft eyes unwavering as they look directly at Woojin. His hands are shaking, anxiety and fear mingling with every drop of his blood, but despite the obvious signs of hesitance, Seungmin steels himself. Whatever Woojin had in mind, it was for his friends. It was for you, for Changbin, for Hyunjin, and for his Newblood friends. It was for the people he loved. It was for the people he could call a family. And at this point, he knew he’d have to be brave for them, even if he had to tear himself away from his comfort zone by force.

“I’ll do my best.”

Woojin gives him an approving nod before craning his head side-to-side as if stretching, “Ok, Jeongin, you do know what Lord Lee looks like, right?”

“Yes.”

Seungmin adds, “Just act like you own the place and you’re good to go.”

“Ok. So Jeongin will act as Lord Lee, bringing me, Seungmin, and Felix in as if he caught us as prisoners. Seungmin, you’ll need to block out or negate the mind-reading from the other Whispers as best as you can. I know they’re trained and more skilled than you, but this is crucial. Your role is crucial. We can’t get in without you messing with their abilities.” Woojin says lowly, eyes nearly pleading.

“I know.” Seungmin replies quietly, “I can do it.”

Woojin pats his shoulder before continuing, “Once inside the dungeons, Jeongin, since you’re still in Lord Lee’s disguise, look for Minho’s cell and tell whichever guard that you need to talk to your son or something. Once that guard approves and opens the cell gate, Felix will teleport in and knock him out. Whoever is in the cell with Minho, we get them out.”

“I see.” Jeongin grins almost child-like, “And once Minho is free, bending the steel gates open will be a piece of cake.”

“And what of the other guards and getting out of Dolorem?” Felix nervously asks, worry lacing his words as he thinks about how he might not have enough strength to teleport back and forth to get each person out.

“I will stay behind – ”

“What?” the three younger males exclaim, eyes wide like scared children.

Woojin grins, “ – for the time being. Relax. If Seungmin’s assumption is correct, Chan and Minho might not be in the best shape for running and escaping. Felix, you’ll have to prioritize them when teleporting out, ok?”

“Roger roger.” Felix salutes.

“Hyunjin may have a high chance of going unnoticed, given he’s a Silk. Jisung can bolt away. If Felix still has enough energy, you might have to teleport the Seo siblings as well. They can’t be seen outside the dungeons whatsoever.” Woojin continues to explain, “Jeongin, disguise yourself as Lord Lee again. Seungmin, slip away and manipulate minds when suspected if you have to. Make them think they can’t see you or any of us. While you’re all doing that, I will deal with any guard that gets in the way. A little gravity crushing should do the trick.”

“We can’t completely eliminate the risk of failure, and I don’t see too many cons to this plan,” Seungmin puts a finger to his chin, slowly nodding his head, “but they’re going to realize the prisoners are gone sooner or later. They’ll hunt us all down until they manage to bring us back in. We can’t run or hide forever.”

“We’ll figure that out when we get everyone out.” Woojin smiles, “We need to make sure we get them out first.”

“I can help with you little escapade.”

The silky voice surprises Jeongin, causing the young male to slowly inch his way behind Woojin. Seungmin’s eyes widen in a pleasant surprise as Felix beams sunnily. A familiar raven-haired individual greets the group, mindlessly twirling his elaborate sunglasses. “At ease, Newbloods.”

“Bambam?” Seungmin gapes, eyebrow raised at the Elite’s sudden presence.

Woojin tilts his head, taking a protective stance while maintaining gentle eyes, “Bambam the Silver Elite? What brings you here? Who sent you?”

Bambam slips his sunglasses into the pocket of his velvet coat, crossing his long arms, “I am no spy, do not worry. I am not siding with the hideous Council, and yes, I am aware of what is happening.” the elite gives the group a small albeit warm smile as his eyes twinkle.

“I grew up with the Seo siblings being my only friends, even if we didn’t see each other as much as the Council children. And so, I cherish them very much. I’ve caught word that both y/n and Changbin are imprisoned somewhere. I’m here to be of assistance. I leave the escaping shenanigan to you rebels, but I can assure you that I will provide a place to stay. Temporary, but it may suffice just enough to regroup and regain strength for your next plans.”

“Wait, just like that?” Jeongin gasps, failing to conceal the wonder in his tone, “How did you even know we were here?”

Bambam chuckles, “Yes, just like that. It’s the least I can do for those siblings. And your buddy Felix came to me after hearing about Hyunjin and the rest being captured in hopes to get help worst-case-scenario. Little did we know that y/n was also taken.” the Elite finishes with a wink, “And I’m a Shadow, little one. You won’t have to worry about me being followed. I can turn invisible at will.”

“Can’t you help us get them out, Bambam?” Seungmin asks desperately.

“I would love to, Kim Seungmin, but there is an absence of light in Dolorem, and that greatly affects how my abilities work. Shadows can’t exist without light, and I can’t turn myself or anyone invisible if I can’t bend light.” Bambam explains, offering a small smile in return, “But I will make sure you have safe passage to my safe house as soon as you get out of Dolorem.”

“We appreciate it, really.” Woojin politely bows, “How do you propose we meet with you or get to the safe house?”

The raven-haired Elite clears his throat, grinning as he hands a white paper coated with a thin layer of glitter to the eldest Newblood, “Further instructions are all there. Simply read it once you’ve reached Mortem. That’s the Red town about four kilometers from Dolorem’s borders. They’re all Reds there, so do not worry about any Silvers. Seungmin, do you know about Mortem?”

“Yes, I’ve read about it, so I think I can get us there.” the Whisper nods.

“Good.” Bambam clasps his hands together, “Read that paper once in Mortem. Only when you’re in Mortem.”

“We can’t thank you enough for the help, Bambam.” Woojin extends his hand for a shake.

Bambam grips it, giving the group a confident smile, “Long live our little queen, boys.”

Once the group has thanked and said their goodbyes, the Silver Elite makes his leave, bending light to disappear from the naked eye. Jeongin shakes his head, mouth still agape, “Well, miracles do exist.”

“Yes they do.” Felix grins, turning to Woojin.

The older male sighs, giving the boys a wider grin, “Alright, tomorrow, we rescue our friends.”

Seungmin nods, eyes trailing over to the setting sun. The rays paint the sky a beautiful hue of purple and pink, faint hazes of orange misting across. The warm tones reflect in his eyes like a luxurious painting, mingling with the glimmer of zeal that settles in his irises. Woojin had told him that he had a crucial role – without Seungmin’s mind manipulation, getting past the Whispers and guards would be dangerous.

And despite the pounding of his heart telling him that the success of this plan was a big unknown, Seungmin knew and was sure of one thing.

He was going to help get you all out.

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The Favour [M]

Pairing: Mark Tuan x fem! Reader

Genre: roommate au / smut

Warnings: mature content

A/N: So once again the shower strikes again! Lol I was thinking about my skin being dry and needing to do something about it when this entire idea came to life. Funny how I keep wanting to do something with members of GOT7 around a shower >_> Annnyyyyyway, I have to tag @katdefbeom as her Mark series has really inspired this piece without me realising it in the beginning.

Word count: 2082

He knew that look all too well and tried not to roll his eyes as a smile instantly came to play on his lips. “What do you want, Y/N?”

“I was wondering if you could do me a favour in twenty minutes.”

Mark frowned. “Why in twenty minutes?”

“Because I have to shower first,” you explained and Mark diverted his gaze, biting his lip gently at your nonchalant statement.

When Jinyoung had suggested you move into Mark’s apartment six months ago, Mark hadn’t really given it much thought of what it would be like to live with a woman. He had grown up with his two sisters, so he was convinced it wouldn’t be that hard to have a female roommate. Except, you weren’t like his sisters at all, and he had formed an unhealthy crush on you not long into your lease. Of course, he could have approached the situation honestly so the misunderstandings would have a reason that was known to you. Mark wanted you to know he liked you more than a roommate, but he was also aware that you had friend-zoned him not long after moving in. You were too comfortable around him to consider him as anything but your roommate and now friend.

Yet, there were some instances where he felt like you were purposely pushing his buttons. It wasn’t entirely easy to live with the opposite sex as close as you both were when you had to share everything. You had both walked in on each other showering, dressing or toileting and he was certain he had your body imprinted into his mind now. However, Mark was certain you made it easier for him to catch you out, giggling a little too obvious about forgetting to lock the door again or something of the like.

He was getting frustrated walking on the edge of craving more from you but still wanting to respect your place in his world.

So he smiled and looked right back at you. “Do I want to know why a shower happens to be involved in this favour?”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove. “Don’t be a perve, Mark. I said after my shower. I’ll be back when I’m done, okay?”

“Sure,” he managed to say and watched as you went over to the bathroom, letting out a deep breath when you shut the door.

Mark attempted to focus back on the game he had been playing before you distracted him. But he couldn’t stop thinking about what you had set up within his mind, his thoughts wandering to you in the shower right now. Would you be washing your hair or doing some skincare routine that made your skin look soft and smooth? Were you shaving your legs or simply soaping up your body? It didn’t matter what you were doing, he knew you had given him enough ammunition for later on tonight – if he could hold out that long. He was hyper-sensitive, not only to how his body was reacting already but to the sounds around the apartment. And when his ears picked up on the shower shutting off, Mark perked up in his position on the sofa, watching the door intently.

Until it opened again and he launched into tapping the keys on his laptop as if he had been doing that the whole time. He tried not to lift his eyes to see if you were wearing clothes again or not, knowing you both preferred to wear a towel after showering unless it felt inappropriate. Mark prayed under his breath you were wearing clothes. “Nice shower?”

“The temperature was just right,” you enthused and he cursed inwardly when your hands tightening your towel around your bust caught his focus out of the corner of his eye. “I’ll just be back in a moment for that favour.”

“I never agreed to it,” he called after you, his throat drying up as soon as you were gone. He scolded himself for having such a weak resolve at being this worked up by you and decided that after this weekend, he’ll start looking for a girlfriend again just so he could find other ways to release some of his tension.

When you returned from your bedroom, you still weren’t dressed and Mark’s eyes widened as you approached him, one hand holding the towel over your front precariously and the other with a tub of lotion. You grinned. “I’ve got some dry skin so I’ve done all the parts of my body that I can reach. Could you do my back? Please? I’ll make you dinner!”

He visibly gulped and sat back further into the sofa, away from you. “Y/N, I don’t know if I should.”

“Why? I’m covered, see?” you spun around and before he could clamp his eyes shut, he saw the pair of panties you were wearing over your lower half. Once facing him again, you gripped at the towel over your bust and then realised he was uncomfortable because of that. “I didn’t want to put a bra on until you coated my back. Come on Mark, it won’t take long.”

“Um… sit down then,” he mumbled and you thrust the bottle of lotion at him, sitting down on the sofa so your back was in full view. Mark swallowed as he took in your curves from behind, staring at you for too long.

“Mark?”

“Right, I uh was just having trouble with the lid.” He snapped out of his stupor and quickly took off the lid. “How much do I use?”

“A decent amount on the top of your fingers should suffice. My skin is super dry on my back and it’s uncomfortable. I could have waited until Jinyoung came over next, but I know he’s busy with work.”

Mark had just scooped out some of the lotion and touched your back for the first time when you said that and he froze. “J-Jinyoung has done this before for you?”

“Of course, he’s my best friend,” you reminded with a giggle. “We’ve been bathing together since we were kids; I doubt he’d even flinch at seeing me naked now.”

Mark’s head dropped, you had just informed him that he was at the same level Jinyoung was. He was also slightly jealous, now knowing that Jinyoung had seen all of you without clothing and he hadn’t for more than quick glimpses. Perhaps it was better that way.

Despite your words, you murmured approvingly when he started rubbing the lotion in, leaning forward instinctively so he could have better access with your back on a lean for his arms. He was slow and methodical, rubbing into every inch of your skin, whilst trying to maintain the fire building within the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know how your skin normally felt, but it didn’t seem as dry as you were proclaiming. It was as soft as he had imagined, and his hands started to knead at your back without too much thought, a moan slipping out from behind your hand. Mark scooted closer and smiled despite you not seeing it. “Does that feel good?”

“My god, you’ve got magic hands,” you breathed, leaning back into his touch willingly. “Don’t stop.”

Mark continued his massage of your skin, really moving the lotion around so it was covering every area. He grew bold with the change in your breathing, his hands sliding up your sides as he swept over to your shoulder muscles. When his fingers gently hit the side of your breast, you arched your back and moaned louder than before.

The sound was so primal, so addicting that he was close to losing all self-control. What had started out as something as simple as rubbing in some lotion, had become too intense and temptation to take this further was overwhelming him. Yet he stopped altogether, leaning closer so his mouth was around your ear. “I think I should stop.”

“Why?” you asked breathlessly, your gaze dilated and unfocused when you turned gently to look in his direction. “It feels good.”

“I want more,” he murmured, his hand grazing over the sensitive skin nearing to the side of your breast again. “But I won’t unless you allow it.”

You didn’t answer verbally; instead, your grip on the towel in the front loosened until it fell away from your body and onto the sofa. This time Mark cursed out loud, marvelling at what he could see in front of him. You bit at your lip in anticipation, your gaze still locked on his from over your shoulder.

He watched your reaction avidly as his hands slid around to the front of your torso, lightly gripping at your waist before shifting up towards your chest, your head turning to face the front as you gasped when he reached his destination, resuming his massage there. You threw your head back onto his shoulder and Mark’s mouth lowered to your neck, another moan leaving you upon contact. It was already feeling euphoric for him and he groaned when your body moved back into his, your hips grinding into his lap knowingly.

“Fuck, do you know how much I’ve always wanted this?” he told you, gasping when your movement caused too much friction against his pants. “To be able to touch you like this and kiss you all over?”

“Then why did it take you so long?”

Mark grunted, his hands moving away from your chest despite the whine that left you. Trailing down, he sucked at your neck before biting gently. He pulled away to watch as his right hand toyed with the hem of your underwear, your hips now involuntarily shifting up to meet his touch. He pressed your waist down with his left hand firmly, holding you steady and smirked into the kiss he placed upon your jaw. “Steady, baby.”

“How can I be when you’re finally touching me like this?” you complained and Mark looked at you in surprise for all of a minute. You rolled your eyes impatiently, your own hands meeting his and pleading for more. “Honestly, you have been so painstakingly obvious about your attraction but despite all efforts, you haven’t done anything to me.”

It was all Mark needed to hear for his hand to slide under the fabric, his middle finger running along and collecting some of your wetness hungrily. You were right; there was no need for this to be loving or slow. He had already wasted a lot of time getting worked up whilst you were in the shower.

He had wasted too much time just in general, as it seemed.

Your noises fuelled him on further; slipping his finger passed the heat of your entrance, exploring you from within. You cried out when he slipped in his index finger in as well, his thumb grazing over your sensitive nub and building up a rhythm. It was intoxicating, hearing all the moans tumbling from your lips right next to his ear, your head thrown back as far as it could as you writhed against his grip and the pleasure he was building up within you. He could tell you were growing close to letting go, your walls were tightening around his fingers and your breathing became staggered. His pace quickened, his breathing heightened from the exertion he was using and his own throbbing from within his encased pants. You bucked your hips violently before he felt the warm release all over his hands, pumping his fingers into you through your orgasm and waiting until you had ridden out your ultimate high.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to give you such a great favour,” he admitted as he pulled away from your core, cleaning his hand off as you spun around. You kissed him hard, your own hands fumbling with his top. When the kiss broke away so you could pull the fabric over his head, Mark stopped you. “Don’t tell me you let Jinyoung do this to you too when he puts lotion on you.”

You stood up and pulled him up after you, palming his pants and receiving a guttural moan in response. Smiling, you shook your head. “No, like I said, he’s my friend. You, however, I want to get more acquainted with in other ways. I think it’s time for me to return the favour for you, don’t you?”

Mark nodded eagerly, following you to the bedroom where the pleasure was bound to continue all day long.

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Ieyasu Tokugawa x Mai Mizusaki

A gift for our winner of the NSFW giveaway on @goddess-of-writing-wars last year. Requested by @widzziciclesatmidnight. Thank you for your encouragement!💕 I had this sitting around since then. After all this time, it seems like a shame not to post it. My first IkeSen NSFW fic featuring my lil nugget. Sorry if it’s awkward, lol. Enjoy?😆

Mai Mizusaki forced a smile on her face as her current partner continued to go on and on about his passion for trains. He had lost her from the very start as the middle aged man seemed too far gone for her liking. He looked to be another salaryman looking to score with anyone who was willing to give him a chance. Mai supposed these mixers were his only opportunity to do so. In truth, Mai didn’t have the slightest desire to be here. She had been invited by a few of her friends from the office. It was supposed to have been a group date, but Mai lost sight of her girlfriends an hour into the mixer. As much as she tried to sneak away, it seemed like another uninteresting man got in her way.

The bell chime sounded, and Mai felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over her. She watched as her partner reached in his suit producing a business card to hand over to her. It was her tenth one.

“Please, promise me you’ll think about me,” the man implored.

Mai did not miss seeing how he rubbed his hands together rigorously. He obviously gave her a bad feeling. Mustering another false smile, Mai beamed at him cheerfully.

“Of course!”

She ran once the man left. Thankfully, she was close to the double reception doors, and was finally able to dart out into the empty hallway. Mai exhaled loudly almost as if she had been suffocating for the last few hours. She breathed deeply hoping to calm herself as she remembered that she still held onto the business card given to her by her last prospect. She stared disdainfully at it and promptly tore it in half. Mai was done. Her friends had ditched her, and nothing good came out of the mixer. She tore the other business cards that were given to her, and promptly deposited them in a potted plant nearby.

Mai marched down the hall searching for the exit. As she walked along the adorned hallways full of paintings, busts, and artwork, she found a set of french doors open leading out onto the balcony of the building. She stopped in her tracks peering through the sheer, white curtains at the person standing outside. Mai could imagine they stepped out for privacy, but her curiosity got the best of her. She wondered just who could be standing out in the balcony. She crept towards the doors as she came into view of the person.

Despite his back turned to her, Mai still took note of his appearance. He dressed in a gray three piece suit. The sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled all the way to his elbows. The satin gray backside of his vest was stretched taut as he leaned against the stone crafted guardrail. Her eyes traveled past his waist taking in the plump round shape of his ass. She nodded appeciatingly.

Mai planned to leave right then. She knew she had no business interrupting the man’s privacy. Her heels scraped against the floor giving her presence away. She wished to bolt, but she stood frozen in her spot. Her stomach tightened when the man turned around to face her. Her breath hitched now that she saw him clearly. He wasn’t much taller than her despite being leveled with each other because of her heeled pumps. He had wild, light blond hair which seemed to glow ethereally under the moonlight. His green eyes narrowed suspiciously at her further pinning her to her spot. Mai gulped.

“Who are you?” He asked defensively.

“Me? I was just… I was leaving just now. I’m looking for the exit,” she fumbled, gripping the edge of one of the glass doors.

“Then, get lost,” the man spat.

Ouch! Harsh… Mai thought.

“Look. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drop in. I got concerned because the doors were open.”

He scoffed. “Right. I bet you were hoping to catch me out here alone.”

She stared blankly at him. “Um… Have we met?”

“You’re here for the party right?” He asked motioning to the right with his arm.

Mai looked away uninterested. “I was. I don’t know why I bother coming. These mixers are pointless.”

“Yet, you still found interest to come. Are you planning to secure your future with a wealthy man?” He prodded.

She frowned. “I’m not that shallow. I just turned down ten men in that room that look better put together than you.”

He shot her a glare. “What was that?”

Mai smiled haughtily. “I bet you’re just pretending, right?”

He matched her smile taking a dangerous step towards her. “Pretending… Of course, I am. Who would believe a Tokugawa came to a mixer?”

MC nearly choked. “Did you just say Tokugawa?”

Ieyasu shrugged. He turned his back to her again looking out a the gimmering city beyond the security walls of the property. He felt his hair tussle in the gentle breeze as he resumed his previous position.

“Does the name impress you that much?”

“Well, I wasn’t…”

“Right. You’re just like the others. Empty, airheaded girls.”

That definitely stung. Who wouldn’t know that surname? They were a prominent clan involved in numerous businesses in Japan, namely the medical field. She was a mere designer in a fashion house, but even Mai had the honor of making pieces for the Tokugawa family. There was no guarantee that her pieces were chosen, but she still made her clothes with meticulous care for them. However, she never expected to meet someone from such a clan much less be called an empty airhead.

“I’m sorry. I…” The rest of her words caught in her throat. What did it even matter explaining? He obviously didn’t think any better of her.

He heard her walk away without another word. The young, blond haired man pushed off the railing turning to see her retreating form through the glass panes. He dashed back inside and called out to her.

“Wait!”

Mai stopped, glancing over her shoulder to look at him. He gulped. Naturally, he had gotten a good look at her out on the balcony. She wore a red knee length dress which hugged her figure. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a half knot at the back of her head showing off her slender neck which was adorned with a thin gold necklace. The small diamond studs on her earlobes glimmered in the moonlit night just as her lips did, as well. Mai turned to face him fully, her eyebrows knitting with concern as she pressed her black clutch against her.

“Is there something wrong?” She asked.

He snapped out of his stupor. She looked so simple, so plain, unlike the other women he was used to meeting at these mixers. Maybe he misread her? He cleared his throat.

“Do...Do you happen to have a ride?” He asked, averting his gaze.

“I’m sure I can figure something out. Thanks,” Mai replied.

“Not that I care, but the trains are going to stop running soon. It’s late for you to be standing out there for a cab, too”

“I’ll live.”

He sighed. “I’ll give you a ride. I’m also heading home.”

“Don’t trouble yourself for my sake,” Mai said.

The young man marched up to her clamping a hand down on her wrist. “Just come with me!”

Come with me, he says, Mai thought upon finding herself at his luxurious apartment.

The drive over had been uncomfortably quiet. Despite his expensive sports car, she appreciated his smooth driving, and was thankful to have made it in one piece. She looked around the spacious white living room taking note of the simple, yet sleek furnishings. The place practically looked like the display pictures in pamphlets and magazines. It felt lonely and cold to her.

He returned with a tube of cream and bandages, and placed them on the coffee table. He took a seat beside her giving her a pointed look. “Give me your right foot.”

Mai bristled. “Eh!?”

“When you were walking away, I noticed you had a slight limp. You even seem to favor your left foot than the right.”

“How did you…”

He sighed. “I’m a doctor.”

Right. The Tokugawas specialize in medicine, or so I read, Mai concluded.

“Look, if you don’t let me treat that, it’s going to get inflammed.”

Timidly, Mai raised her leg placing her injured foot in his lap. She watched him work rubbing the cooling salve around her ankle and heel. Mai thought back as she was making her way inside the building for the mixer. The thin heel of her pump got caught in the doorway, and she nearly lost her footing. She had managed to roll her ankle and bounce right back up, but there was still that dull pain lingering afterward. She tried to not pay too much attention to it, but her new escort obviously had taken notice.

“That’s why you asked if I had a ride,” she spoke softly. “You knew I hurt my ankle.”

He looked away yet she could see his cheeks lightly coloring. Mai giggled.

“So what? You should be more careful if you’re going to wear those monstrosities.”

“You’re right. I won’t wear them anymore.”

Mai bit her lip feeling how his fingers slid effortlessly along her skin. Even though her ankle throbbed with slight pain, he was taking great lengths to massage even her calf. She took note of his light blond eyelashes which veiled his emerald eyes from her. His fingers hit along the backside of her knee and Mai shivered.

“Mm…”

He looked up at her questioningly. Mai cleared her throat.

“I never got your name.”

“I didn’t get yours, either.”

She smiled. “I’m Mai Mizusaki.”

“Ieyasu Tokugawa. I’m sure you knew that.”

“Your surname only,” Mai admitted.

“I find that hard to believe,” he said.

“It’s true!”

Mai sat up reaching out and placing her hand on top of his. Ieyasu froze and completely stopped his ministrations on her leg. Mai gulped. Realizing what she had done, she withdrew her hand and prepared to stand.

“I should go.”

“I remind you that the trains have stopped running, and it’ll be hard to get a taxi at this hour. Besides, as your doctor, I don’t recommend you walking for the next two days.”

“My doctor?” Mai queried.

“I am treating you right now.”

“What about tomorrow? Will you still be my doctor then?”

She meant nothing by her question, yet Mai saw that Ieyasu was thinking about it. She smiled. Pushing herself off the seat, Mai rose to her feet intending to walk away. However, as soon as she put pressure on her ankle, a sharp pain shot through her leg making her lose her balance. She felt her gravity shift as she went down.

Ieyasu moved quickly grabbing onto her arm. He pulled her into him with a forceful yank causing Mai to slam into him. Ieyasu grunted at the impact, but he continued to maintain a firm hold on Mai as he held her against him. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she peered at him through her disheveled hair. Ieyasu gulped once the shock wore off. He could feel her breathing profusely as their chest heaved in sync with each other.

“I-I’m…” Mai began, as she started to regain her footing.

Ieyasu stopped her brushing the stray locks of hair from her face. He cupped her cheeks as he took a good look at her face. Her pink lips were parted, her eyes conveying all the unspoken words she could not say. She was searching for an explanation, yet she wasn’t demanding it. Ieyasu had gone to the mixer on an invite expecting the same as always. He didn’t expect to come home with anyone, and somehow he ended up with Mai.

Mai placed her hands on his removing his hold on her cheeks. “Ieyasu…” she whispered.

Oh, her voice! Ieyasu felt his reasoning crumble at the sound of her voice. He licked his lips, and he saw her watching him do so. Yearning flickered in her eyes. Were they really searching for each other tonight? Ieyasu couldn’t recall coming across Mai at the mixer until she inexplicably came upon him on the balcony. Her brunette hair danced blithely against the wind and her warm brown eyes sparkled just like the stars above. Ieyasu could admire everything about her appearance, yet what drew him to her was her honesty. She wasn’t there for him given that she had no idea who he was. Whatever reason she may have had, they somehow found each other.

“Ieyasu,” Mai tried again. This time, she successfully pulled away from him. He watched her look down glancing at the soft carpet impishly. “Thank you for your help, but I really should go.”

He reached out tilting her head up to look at her. “Stay.”

“Eh?”

“I want you to stay, Mai. It’s not as lively as the mixer in here, but I’d like to have a drink with you tonight.”

“Are doctors really supposed to encourage their patients to drink?” Mai asked jokingly.

Ieyasu smiled. “Sit while I get something smooth to drink.”

“Smooth,” Mai repeated with a nod.

She obeyed taking a seat on the comfortable white couch. Ieyasu returned a few minutes later holding a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. He found her a fruity wine to drink assuring she wouldn’t easily intoxicate herself right off the bat.

“I don’t need you puking all over my carpet.”

“Who do you take me for!?” She spat. When Ieyasu gave her a look, Mai immediately paused. “Oh my gosh, don’t tell me someone actually did that here!”

The regret in Ieyasu’s expression made her laugh. Mai wished she could have witnessed the incident, but she promised Ieyasu she would drink responsibly for his peace of mind. Their glasses clinked in a toast and they began to talk about all sorts of things. They would refill each other’s drinks in between their conversation. Mai had since forgotten about finding a way home. Instead, she found herself enjoying the quiet night with Ieyasu. He kept her leg resting on his knees reminding her to keep her ankle elevated. His fingers occasionally gave her calf a squeeze. He apologized at the first two times, but Mai assured him it was nothing to apologize for.

“It feels good!” She purred.

“I’m sure it does,” Ieyasu mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he answered quickly.

He set his glass on the table, and turned his attention to her ankle. He pressed against a tender part causing Mai to moan in pain again.

“Mm! Oh god…”

“The good thing is that it’s only a minor sprain. You should keep this iced tomorrow.”

“What’s the bad thing?” Mai breathed.

“That I’ve been holding back from touching you more than I should.”

“Oh…”

“You should—“

He sighed. He could feel the heat burning against his cheeks as he ran a hand along her leg. Ieyasu kept his head down enough to obscure his face from her. He heard Mai set her glass on the table and then felt her rise. Ieyasu assumed she was getting up. Instead, Mai reached over and cupped his cheek shifting his gaze over to her.

“Touch me,” she murmured.

Ieyasu’s eyes widened. “M-Mai…”

She leaned in, her eyes half lidded, as she whispered his name again. “Ieyasu…”

The moment their lips met, Ieyasu felt an electric bolt course throughout him. He pulled her closer as he kissed her deeply letting carnal instinct take over. Her hand burrowed into his soft, pale locks of hair holding him in place. Ieyasu angled Mai’s head plunging his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her with fervent desperation unlike Mai had ever experienced in her life. It left her wanting more as his tongue caressed her own.

Mai shifted her legs and wrapped them around him bringing herself to sit on Ieyasu’s lap. His fingers searched for the zipper along the back of her dress making quick work of it as he pulled it down. Mai broke away from his lips panting loudly as Ieyasu began to slip her dress off of her. He kissed her on her chest savoring the delicious sensation of her hot skin against his bruised lips. Mai leaned a bit back, her eyes closed in ecstacy, allowing Ieyasu to move further down her bosom. He left a trail of tiny kisses in his wake as his hands came to cup her breasts through her brassiere. He gave them a firm squeeze before trailing his hands upwards towards her neck. Mai opened her eyes as Ieyasu sat her back up. Their eyes met and both could see their equal feverish gaze filled with so much longing and desire.

There were no questions asked. They merely reassured one another with a kiss. Ieyasu carefully stood on his feet as he carried Mai in his arms. He gingerly made his way towards his room trying not to stumble as she obstructed his view. Mai simply laughed holding onto him for dear life.

“You could help me,” Ieyasu grunted.

“Oh, I will in just a moment,” Mai teased.

With fortunate luck, Ieyasu reached his bed letting Mai fall against the mattress. She bounced a few times her laughter filling the once silent room. Ieyasu stared down at her with her arms splayed out beside her. Her smile… That lively look on her face… It didn’t seem like they just made out in his living room a moment ago.

She’s beautiful, he thought.

“So?” Mai asked, getting on her elbows.

“So?” Ieyasu parroted.

“Do you want to continue?”

Ieyasu was tongue-tied. Right. He was making love to her. He heard her hum as she sat up on his bed. Her fingers brushed along his clothes before reaching the buttons of his vest. It came off with ease, and then she focused on his dress shirt. Her eyes met his as she pulled the fabric out barely parting both ends apart. Ieyasu rolled his shoulders just as Mai finished undressing him letting his vest and dress shirt fall to the floor. She trailed her fingertips along his chest and torso feeling the crevices along his flesh. She mapped every contour of each muscle she came across until she reached his belt.

“I promised to help you,” she said.

Ieyasu took her hand in his, and promptly helped Mai to her feet. His arms quickly encircled her pressing her against him. She involuntarily flinched feeling a small stab of pain shoot along her leg.

“Damn…” she cursed quietly.

Ieyasu placed a kiss on her forehead. “I’m sorry.”

Mai shook her head. “I’ll live.”

Ieyasu trailed his hands down her back taking hold of her dress again, and pulled it off of Mai’s body letting it fall to the floor. His hands roamed once more feeling the new exposed skin of hers beneath his palms. Ieyasu squeezed her buttocks drawing her against him. Mai giggled as her arms came up to encircle around his shoulders. They kissed again clinging to one another as their desires reignited again.

He climbed on top of her nudging her legs apart with his knees. Mai fumbled to get his belt unbuckled as Ieyasu pleasured the crook of her neck with little nips and licks. While he braced himself with one hand, the other pushed past her bra cupping the tender flesh of her breast. Mai shivered as he began to tease her nipple with his fingers. She momentarily lost her concentration trying to unzip his pants as Ieyasu moved down to her breast. He exposed her bosom taking in the nipple he worked to get erect. He ran his tongue along the hardened peak as his hand now moved in between her legs.

Mai cried out in euphoric bliss. “Ah—!”

He felt her body hitch with his ministrations as he simultaneously stimulated both her breast and clit. Mai threw her head back relishing at the new sensations taking over her. She began to grind against Ieyasu’s fingers hoping to set a steady rhythm. Ieyasu abandoned her breast to kiss along her cleavage. He withdrew his hand from her womanhood eliciting a whimper from Mai.

“Ieyasu!”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured as he shot her a brief glance.

He returned to leaving a trail of kisses along her navel. Mai watched in anticipation as Ieyasu went further down on her. He started to pull down her lace panties exposing her completely to him. She barely saw where he flung her undergarment before Ieyasu was parting her legs open again. Without warning, he plunged his tongue into her warm sex. Mai squirmed at the new sensation. Her body came alive responding to Ieyasu’s actions as he pleasured her clitoris with his tongue. Mai wasn’t sure where to grab, so she settled for clutching a fistful of his hair. Ieyasu pulled her lower half closer as he encompassed all of her.

“Oh, god! Oh—!”

Mai could feel a strong ache beginning to manifest as Ieyasu swirled his tongue inside of her. She heaved deeply clawing at anything as the libidinous feeling grew with each passing second. Ieyasu changed tactics and inserted two fingers into her vaginal passage. Mai threw her head back once more crying out as he pushed past her opening. Not only did he begin to stimulate her within, but he returned to her clit amplifying the electric feeling. She was getting close to letting herself go. Ieyasu knew she would be orgasming within the next minute or two. He pulled back planting a kiss on her inner thigh as he pressed his thumb against her clit stimulating her that way now. He watched her lose herself in the throes of ecstacy, her chest heaving up and down, as she rocked against him.

Her body began to violently twitch and he felt her core tighten around his fingers. Mai arched for a second letting the orgasm power through her. Ieyasu was still stroking her making her convulse still even as she came off her high. He gave her time to recollect herself removing his hand from her sex. Ieyasu stepped off the bed for a moment, and unzipped his pants. Mai glanced over at him eyeing his boxers and taking note of the bulge behind the fabric. She sat up as Ieyasu undressed completely. Her breath hitched in her throat upon seeing him in all his glory. If he made her feel good with just his tongue and hand, she anticipated and wondered what the next experience was going to be like.

Ieyasu padded over to her. He placed a hand on her head, and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Do you trust me?”

Mai smiled sympathetically as she cupped his cheek. “Of course.”

Ieyasu opened the small drawer in his nightstand rummaging for something. He produced a small square foil packet showing it to Mai so she could see it. She appreciated his honesty. By no means were they nervous about being coital, but there were concerns.

“Don’t worry about holding back for my sake.”

“I can get you a morning after pill just to be on the safe side.”

Mai nodded, a beaming smile on her face. She scooted over a bit as Ieyasu rejoined her in bed. Ieyasu took hold of her hands bringing them up to his lips to place kisses upon her knuckles. Mai leaned in just as he lowered their hands and pressed her lips against his. Ieyasu cupped her face in his hands drawing Mai closer to him. She settled upon his lap and wrapped an arm around him. As their tongues slid against each other in hot, open mouth kisses, Mai ran her other hand down Ieyasu’s chest. Her fingers trailed along his torso and further down until she took hold of his cock in her hand. Ieyasu broke away from the kiss with a groan as she began to pump him. He rested his head against her shoulder feeling jolts of pleasure shoot through him. His hands settled on her lower back pulling Mai closer to him wanting to bridge the gap between them as much as possible.

“M-Mai—“ Ieyasu moaned, thrusting into her hand as she continued to pleasure him.

She wished to keep going; to get him completely off in her hands. However, something else awaited. Something they were both well prepared for. Mai took the condom from Ieyasu and helped put it on. His hands firmly held her hips as Mai positioned herself. With a deep breath, she lowered herself on his cock hissing as Ieyasu began to push through. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, as she paused for a moment.

“Breathe,” Ieyasu encouraged, a hand massaging her thigh.

Mai took a few quick breaths before resuming. A wanton moan escaped her lips as Ieyasu fully sheathed himself inside of her. He held her close allowing her all the time she needed to compose herself. Mai ran a hand through her hair, and then she began to move. She slowly rose before letting herself fall back on his lap. She could still feel the stinging pain inside realizing it was much different than just Ieyasu’s fingers. Ieyasu pulled back taking hold of Mai’s face in his hands again.

“Look at me.”

She met his emerald eyes in the dimly lit bedroom. Ieyasu brushed her hair back as he held her gaze. He kissed her once encouraging her to keep moving. Mai still moved slowly, but she did not stop. She continued finding a rhythm to settle on as she and Ieyasu moved together. Eventually, her discomfort began to ease. Mai clung onto Ieyasu burying her face into his neck panting hotly against his skin. Ieyasu threw his head back as he closed his eyes relishing on the warmth seeping into him. Mai felt so good rocking against him back and forth. He angled himself thrusting into her deeply. Mai arched in his arms allowing Ieyasu to kiss her neck.

“Ah—! Ieyasu—!”

He responded with equal fervor. “Mai!”

She bit her lip suppressing a whimper. Mai leaned in supporting herself against the mattress. The new angle allowed Ieyasu to hit a sensitive point along her walls making Mai finally cry out.

“Faster, Ieyasu!”

He complied. Her sweet cries filled him with absolute pleasure as he thrust into her relentlessly. Mai desperately clawed at the bedding as a new orgasm began to build inside. Ieyasu took her in his arms aiming for that bundle of nerves that made her lose all sense of herself.

“Oh god! There—! There—!”

It didn’t take long for Mai to come again for the second time. However, Ieyasu didn’t allow her any reprieve. He rolled her onto her back as he hooked her legs in his arms. He still thrust into her drawing out Mai’s orgasm. Tears rolled down the corner of her eyes as her body continued to convulse in ecstacy. Every touch and every thrust left her feeling sensitive, she couldn’t quite keep up with him anymore.

Ieyasu reached down resting a hand on her navel. Mai found his hand, and twined her fingers with his. Despite her flushed and tear stained face, she gave him a knowing look. She trusted him completely. He let go of her hand adjusting his grip on her once more. Mai gave herself to him as Ieyasu rolled her further back a bit. She braced herself as he worked to reach his own orgasm. Their pants and moans echoed all over them along with the constant squeaking of the springs in the bed. Ieyasu shut his eyes and finally allowed himself to release inside of Mai.

He pulled out without warning letting Mai’s lower half fall with a plot. She sat up right away, taking note of the milky white ejaculation seeping all over the bed. A tired smile graced her lips as she crawled over to Ieyasu. She kissed him sitting upon his lap once again.

“We should get cleaned up,” Ieyasu reminded her.

“I know,” Mai answered, nipping at his lip. “Let me catch my breath first.”

Ieyasu smirked. “Haven’t you had enough?”

“With you? No.”

He brushed her hair back, hooking a stray lock behind her ear. “I wasn’t expecting to meet you tonight.”

“Neither was I,” Mai admitted.

“Could we start over?” He inquired.

Mai smiled. “Of course. Away from that mixer, though.”

“Coffee?”

She nodded. “And a stack of pancakes.”

“Deal,” Ieyasu replied.

They kissed as they snuggled closer to each other. There was the promise of something new. Their meeting may have been unexpected, but they were willing to walk together along the same path. Whatever it may be, Ieyasu and Mai were more than ready to face their new chapter in life together.

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Hey hapo what's with the sea of blue in sask and Alberta during the election like did Sheer make that good of an impression on Sask voters??? NDP is option??

sea of blue you say? obviously we created our own blue sea since we’re not allowed access to tidewater JKJKJKJK

this is a really complicated question and I’m trying to think about how best to explain it. my feelings on the issue are very mixed because i feel like i have a foot or a hand in several camps like some convoluted twister game. it’s something that a lot of identity and emotion is tied up in for a lot of people and it’s rooted very firmly in inequalities that have existed for over a century and get expressed differently in different regions. It’s something that I grew up saturated in and I’ve done a lot of reading about (and of course there’s always more on my reading list) but I’ll try and highlight a few reasons that I’ve been musing about so as not to be too overwhelming.

it’s something that is really hard to explain to people from outside the province because we’re quick to be written off (sometimes rightfully so, others not) but it’s something that’s equally hard to explain to people inside the province. As I said it’s something we’re all saturated in, we are born into it or we grow up in it and it’s really hard to confront a lot of things surrounding it. And I definitely have my own biases and background and relation to this issue and I must stress that as furious as I am with people in large groups making dumb ass decisions, I can’t be angry at individuals because I get a lot of why this happens even though I find it personally misguided or ignorant at best and actively harmful, selfish, and self-sabotaging at worst. But when I explain this I hope it makes sense why for a lot of people it feels like the only option.

And my last preface is that I am speaking from an Alberta perspective, if my followers in Saskatchewan want to add on to this please feel free. I’m glossing over a lot here because I’m trying to keep this short and understandable… but when have I ever done that lol.

Yeah, it got long.

so why does the west go conservative. it’s not scheer, and if you remember harper you’ll remember personality is never high on our list of priorities. [insert gif of harper explaining how he too is a human who watches netflix here]

1. History

To sum up two hundred years: Alberta and Saskatchewan were never equal partners in confederation with other provinces. They were purchased and carved up by the Canadian government which then imposed the two party system on the provinces, which prior had consensus government which (i believe) was similar to how NWT and Nunavut continue to operate. They were not given the rights to their own resources until decades after joining confederation. They were given Liberal governments because the Liberals were and are considered the “natural” governing party of Canada, and while Saskatchewan has flopped between Liberal and Conservative governments like many eastern provinces, Alberta has always had a radical streak and has NEVER re-elected an unseated party in its history. And no, I don’t consider the UCP a continuation of the previous 4 decades of conservative rule, even though they imagine themselves to be the inheritors of that legacy.

Fast forward to the direct impacts: in the 70s, world events that severely impacted oil production caused Eastern Canada to absolutely panic and force Alberta and Saskatchewan (yet again) into providing discounts on their production to soften the blow in Ontario and Quebec of rising prices, forbidding them to sell for a profit to the United States. This included both oil products and potash, hugely lucrative products in AB and SK. It was a continuation of Eastern Canada imagining and treating the prairies as property, as chattel, where provinces like Quebec and BC would never be asked to undersell to benefit the rest of the country.

The current federal conservative party is an amalgamation of reactions to this situation and related ones: the Progressive party (which was a complete misnomer) originated in Manitoba, the Reform party emerged from what I understand as the “first wave” of western separatism, and even though Reform was defeated federally it is still a direct ancestor to Stephen Harper and by extension Andrew Scheer. Harper’s policies are the natural product of decades of conservative governments dating back to Preston and Earnest Manning’s Social Credit party in Alberta.

That said, people from both inside and outside the provinces completely misunderstand Harper’s (and Kenney’s) “Western-ness” or “Albertan-ness”. Both of them ran on western issues and appear to speak up for western interests, but those issues and interests only go as far as the CEOs of the oil companies are concerned, not the working class in the industry. Harper and Kenney actively undermined the equalization formula for the west and had the gall to campaign on striking a good deal for the west. Federal politicians do not have to ever strike a good deal for the west, they will ALWAYS prioritize voters in Ontario and Quebec so long as our voting system remains this way.

2. Identity

My next point in the long agonizing question of Why This is a sensitive one. In Alberta we have my parent’s generation who were voting age at the toppling of Social Credit by Lougheed’s Conservatives. For Alberta this was a monumental shift in taking no shit from Ottawa that people still look back on. Lougheed was a hero for demanding a fair price from Canada for Alberta, and he was incredibly concerned with managing the resource and the profits wisely. While conservative governments were natural and long standing in eastern Canada, this was the first time they had taken power in Alberta and they made a dramatic and revolutionary impression, which is not a thing that conservative governments are usually known to do.

My parent’s generation remembers this time of intense prosperity. My parent’s generation raised their children in this boom-bust cycle and my parent’s generation watched as Lougheed’s heritage fund was spent out from under us. I grew up under Ralph Klein’s government- intensely popular for a premier and who’s legacy was as powerful as Lougheed’s, but incredibly polarizing. He gave $300 to every man, woman and child in the province (except my fam because we had just moved back and didn’t have residency, lol) which was memorable if irresponsible. But it was men like Klein who had the charisma and the presence to make people really take pride in the industry, to worship the boom-bust, and to consider all problems solved. Klein did not give a shit about the part of Alberta I grew up in, and friends who lived in the far north of the province fared even worse. It’s absolutely no wonder that the Edmonton area consistently votes “against” the rest of the province when we were left isolated and broken during the bust of the 90s and ignored repeatedly in the mid to late 2000s.

I have a deep seated and extreme resentment for Ralph Klein’s government and it’s not because I missed out on my 300 Ralph Bucks or because I don’t have connections to the industry, it’s because I grew up with a deep seated fear that I wouldn’t be able to complete my education or that if I got sick something horrible would happen. I was legitimately terrified I would not be able to make it to secondary school because of the cuts his government made on rural schools, and for friends of mine who were not as lucky and well supported as I was, it was even worse. I won’t drag their personal stories onto the internet to make my point, but know

But the point of this all is that the people alive today who vote are people who remember this time of prosperity, of fighting Ottawa, and of relative ‘freedom’ from taxation and so on and so forth are constantly trying to hold onto that time. The kids in my generation who I went to school with did not have to graduate high school - my school had a 70% drop out rate because people would go straight to the patch or into a related industry. In Alberta, every industry is a related industry. There is not an aspect of living in Alberta that the patch doesn’t touch. This is hard to understand for people outside the province. It was actual culture shock to me to come to Ontario where funders of schools and businesses are families that date back to confederation rather than Enbridge or Suncor.

Moreover, the people who work in the patch do an incredibly difficult and dangerous job for incredible amounts of money and it’s no wonder they are so valourized. The people who work in the patch are more dependent on the companies than they are on the government. During the fire of 2016, it may have been the government providing evacuation stations, but it was the companies who got people out. Working class people feel seriously undervalued and are obviously seriously defensive about the industry for real, concrete reasons.

The past four decades have shaped generations of people in this way. This is not something easily reversed. Voting conservative is almost inextricable from Albertan identity and it’s impossible to explain concisely. We all grow up with the same arguments and talking points, we are all imbued with anger and defensive remarks from birth, and to people outside the province our arguments can sound rehearsed to the point of sounding cult-like. Stop Using Plastic If You Don’t Like It. Stop Driving and Flying. Stop Importing from Dictatorships. Stop Being a Hypocrite. They are easy, simple mantras to absolve anyone related to the industry (which is everyone) of any guilt because they don’t have to be a hypocrite if they just embrace the reality. There is no room for any critical thought in this identity, there is no room for discussion, there is nothing beyond Don’t Ask Don’t Tell and Don’t Ever Criticize What Keeps Everything Running. It’s normal and natural to feel upset when people who don’t grow up with this line of thinking find it strange.

3. Alienation

So why doesn’t our valourization of the working class translate directly into NDP votes? Why does Rachel Notley become vilified for speaking and acting as Peter Lougheed did in the 1970s? Why do we continue voting conservative and say thank you when they betray us and kick us in the balls every single time? Why do we cover up our oh-so-shameful history of birthing the CCF/NDP out of the desperation and destitution of the Great Depression?

As I’ve been saying it’s complicated, but it’s also really simple. No federal party ever speaks to us. Not a single one. The conservatives barely have to because they know our identity as conservative dates back to before a time when we even had a provincial upper-case Conservative government ourselves. Scheer can parade up and down parliament hill with his appeals to free speech and his pro life base and his white supremacist dogwhistles all he likes because he knows keeping Alberta and Saskatchewan “happy” (read: angry) is easy. This is a man who said himself that he doesn’t need ‘indian votes’ to win and he certainly was far more worried about keeping Doug Ford out of the spotlight during his campaign and pissing off Ontario than he was about us, and premier kenney spent all his time in office campaigning for scheer instead of running the goddamn province, including preparing us for an emergency. And we lap it up while screaming bloody murder if rachel notley is not personally handing out waterbottles on the side of the highway of death.

No party, not even the conservatives, truly speaks to Albertans. We get hated on constantly by the rest of the country because we appear to be full of climate change deniers, but even the CEO of SUNCOR condemns deniers and politicians who cater to them. A lot of Albertans do acknowledge climate change is a reality despite how we’re painted, but because of the misunderstanding we feel directed at us constantly we tend to react badly and would rather hole up in our bunkers and let the rest of the country freeze in the dark - or melt in the sun as it were. No party speaks to working class rural people. No party makes the attempt to speak to people who are still only grappling with already outdated terminology like “global warming” while they are shoveling snow in August or September. No party is talking about actual grievances that working class people in Alberta face, such as long hours away from home and family or intense isolation that leads to addiction and death, that matter more to people than seemingly hypothetical change in climate that happens Elsewhere, not Here. Parties need to start coming up with concrete solutions that will make the inevitable transition more than just necessary but inclusive and beneficial. No one wants to feel like they have to start from scratch, no one wants to worry about what to do or how it will help. We aren’t used to thinking about solving problems, and we keep putting it on the next generation while we make it even harder for them.

The more we are criticized the more militaristic the vocabulary becomes, and that’s why we provincially voted for a war room and tax cuts while taking the money from school lunch programs. We rest on our laurels of having the lowest child poverty rate in the country while stealing money from children and blaming their parents for them going hungry. It’s abominable. And a lot of us realize it. And a lot of us still feel as if we have no choice. A lot of progressive voices get drowned out in stifling silence and any change feels like an existential threat. We got ourselves into this mess, but we all need to work together to get out of it. And that means listening to the strongest opposition we’ve had in nearly a half century. That means being grown ups and sitting at the table with the rest of the country. That means fighting the gut reaction to sputter out talking points you were taught to say because it meant protecting your family. That also means that we need to be listened to in return without smugness or patronizing attitudes from politicians or the rest of the country.

If you want us to switch to alternative energy, you all need to step up and start helping us do that. As long as we feel as if it’s being imposed on us we will struggle and we will fight, but it’s exactly why it’s so important to change the tone of the conversation. Listen to us. Help us. Make us feel like we’re part of the country. Give us the tools we need to be better. Encourage us to be leaders in the energy industry because we love being the best and thrive off healthy competition. Appeal to real, concrete issues for working class people with real concrete solutions.

yeah. uh. [places mic shakily back on the stand] peace im going to bed, fight me or whatever.

#yeah y yeah alberta #long gone saskatchewan #hapo replies #hapo reads canadian history #if you want citations i can and will dig them up so like don't test my patience #if i am misinformed i appreciate a gentle correction #but when i'm speaking of my own experience don't fuckin correct me #weh weh wehxit #neef-breeks #i reread this the next morning and im like wow i didnt touch on so much #but also if i add more i'll lose a thread of what i was saying because i go off on tangents #anyway i still stand by what i've written here even if i didnt embellish enough

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madamemalfoywrites · 6 years

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A Little Bit of Love

Commission for @xeternal-fantasiesx thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to write this! My first time for Lev x Yaku but it was lots of fun! Lev is such a big puppy dog ^o^ Warning: Fluffy feels ahead lol enjoy!

Lanky.

That was definitely the word.

Lev was lanky.

And loud.

Loud was another good word.

Lev was definitely loud.

Yaku hated both of those things. How awkward the alpha was with limbs so long he didn’t know what to do with them, and an overwhelming amount of energy that seemed to bubble and burst in random spurts of idiocy.

And yet, despite all that…

“You’re blushing again~”

Yaku swatted at Kuroo, scowling at the alpha, “I am not.”

“Maybe you should take this week off too,” Kuroo suggested, “Wouldn’t want you to bust a nut just from looking at the guy—”

The captain was left unable to say anything else, Yaku having kicked him right in the stomach. It was a good thing it was the end of practice, because though Kuroo didn’t ever admit it Yaku’s hits hurt a lot more than anyone ever really let on. With everything put away, the team made their way to the club room to change and get ready to go home.

On the walk there, Yaku wondered if maybe Kuroo was right. It’d been a long time since he’d last had his heat. Courtesy of suppressants, of course.

Suppressants were a requirement for all omegas but they were especially helpful to athletes, who had to compete certain months out of the year. Though they weren’t exactly a cure all, they gave a solid 9 months or so before an omega would have to go through heat again. It wasn’t healthy to wait much longer than that, and Yaku’s time was just about up. Besides waiting longer than the 9 months usually meant unpleasant side effects.

Yaku didn’t particularly mind his heats. They were just something that came with being an omega. It didn’t exactly interfere in any meaningful way so he just dealt with it the way most omegas did.

But it had been almost a full year since his last heat, and he’d forgotten about the symptoms that came along with it.

Particularly those that happened just before his heat. Everyone called it pre-heat. And for the most part it was sort of awful. Pre-heat came with cramps, mood swings, bloating, sudden strokes of hunger and sometimes a stray headache snuck in there as well. Omegas also became especially needy of touch during this time, platonic or otherwise. That was the part Yaku struggled with the most.

Mood swings he could deal with. That was more of a personal problem anyway. He just had to make sure he thought things through before snapping at someone. But the need to scent, to touch, the fact that just being near an alpha made him calmer was sort of difficult to deal with on his own. It wasn’t something he liked admitting to people.

Especially when Lev was babbling at him in the middle of the club room, shirt off, saying something or other that Yaku wasn’t really registering, because Yaku had been in the middle of changing as well, but more importantly, he was mesmerized by how white the alpha’s skin was.

Had Lev always been that pale?

Without thinking about it, he reached out to touch the alpha, fingers sliding down Lev’s torso. The simple touch alone was enough to start a happy hum in his throat.

Lev stood frozen, for once in his life quiet, staring at Yaku with those big green eyes of his. Yaku swallowed, realizing what he’d done, pulling his hand away in quick embarrassment.

“Sorry,” he said, as if that would explain everything, grabbing his clean shirt and putting it over his head.

Suddenly, he was pulled from behind, the scent surrounding him one he immediately recognized as Kenma, the fellow omega rubbing his nose against Yaku’s scent glands.

“Don’t get touch starved,” was all he said, before returning beside Kuroo to finish changing.

Yaku managed a nod, before he finished getting dressed, leaving the locker room before anyone else, stepping out into the open air and slapping his hands against his warm cheeks. He’d definitely made a face he never planned on showing to anyone.

Back inside the locker room, Lev was touching his chest where Yaku had touched, looking as if he were in a sort of daze, shaking his head before he finished changing himself.

“Kuroo-senpai!” he called, much louder than was really necessary, “Is Yaku-senpai touch starved?” He asked, recalling what Kenma had said earlier.

Kuroo looked from Kenma to Lev, Kenma giving him a don’t do it kind of look, Kuroo returning it with a cheshire sort of grin before focusing his attention back to the first year.

“Yaku will start his heat soon,” Kuroo explained, “Since our training camp is over. But his pre-heat symptoms get pretty bad, so he needs constant touches to avoid getting starved.”

“Really,” Lev’s eyes widened, “Are they that bad?”

There was a collective sort of groan that came from the rest of the team, because a lie this obvious was pretty cringe-worthy, but for some reason Lev still seemed to believe the captain.

“Oh yeah,” Kuroo continued, “I mean all omegas get pretty cuddly but you know Yaku. Stubborn as an ox, so he doesn’t like admitting it. It’s why he usually sticks to Kenma. But I bet if it were you, he’d definitely like that.”

Lev shifted awkwardly, blinking at the captain, “Wouldn’t—wouldn’t he just kick me again?”

“Who knows?” Kuroo shrugged, “But we wouldn’t want him to get touch starved would we?”

The shining glow returned to the Russian’s eyes, Lev balling his hand into a fist of determination, “I can do it!”

…

Today was a bad day. Yaku knew from the moment he woke up. He kept on making these short little whines kept popping up out of knowhere, he had a headache, and it felt like the entirety of his body was cramping. It was just not going to be his day. All he wanted was to curl up into his nest and murmur himself to sleep. If he didn’t have a test in English he probably would have stayed home.

He also would have skipped out on practice, since there wasn’t much going on anyway, but his legs led him there out of habit, so he figured he’d might as well get changed and warm up with everyone else. Maybe some exercise would help brighten up his mood.

All of him just felt so…achey.

He’d just finished running a few laps around the gym, getting his fill of water, when Lev ran up to him, screaming out for Yaku-senpai!!

The alpha grabbed Yaku by the hands, causing him to drop his water bottle, and before Yaku had the time to ask him just what he was doing, Lev began throwing up a circus of words.

“I’ll make sure you don’t get touch starved!” He squeezed Yaku’s hands as he said so, emphasizing the bold declaration, “You’re very important to our team and you’re my important senpai! So please excuse me!”

“Lev—”

Yaku didn’t have the chance to stop him, the alpha bending at the waist so that he could nuzzle Yaku’s scent glands.

The omega’s heart slowed.

This was…platonic. It was platonic, wasn’t it? Yaku’s heart sped up again, the sudden rush of blood making his cheeks go pink. Lev was too close. Much too close. And he was rubbing his scent all over him. Yaku could smell him. He smelled…oddly of sugar. And grass? It was a terrible combination, really. Should have made him want to throw up but it made Yaku strangely calm instead, and before he even realized he was sighing into the alpha’s embrace, craning his neck a little to receive more affection.

Omega instinct was stronger than he ever could have hoped to be. Because for whatever reason, his headache was gone.

Lev pulled away with a large smile on his face, looking like he was waiting for a reward of some sort. Yaku sighed, because uncalled for or not, the alpha did manage to make his headache disappear. Though Yaku was partially convinced it would have been the same if Kuroo or any of the other alphas on the team had scented him. Alpha pheromones just had that kind of effect.

Still though, he sighed, reaching up and patting the tall alpha on the head. “Thank you, Lev.” He figured he must have looked a lot worse than he felt, for Lev to come to his rescue like that. It was sort of cute, dammit.

And it kinda made Yaku smile.

Lev had never seen anything like it before. That soft expression on the omega’s face that just made him want to cuddle him all over again. That almost-there smile and that gentle touch of the omega’s hand on his head.

It made his heart beat fast.

So even Yaku could be kind like this. In all honesty Lev didn’t know what to do, because kicks and getting yelled at he could handle, but the soft praise and patting from his senpai was more than he could have ever asked for.

Excitement bubbled in his chest, determination once again lining his features, “If you need a hug then I’ll hug you! I googled so I’m confident in my abilities to help you through your pre-heat symptoms!”

Stiffly, Yaku pulled his hand back, clearing his throat. “My symptoms aren’t that bad,” he said simply, already beginning to shift his body in the opposite direction, “But—thank you.”

Lev felt his chest swell with pride, the alpha standing up even taller than usual, “YOU’RE WELCOME!” He called, mouth wide open in a flashy grin, happiness filling every bone in his body.

This was his chance. With this, he could get closer to Yaku-senpai. Thanks to Kuroo-san, Lev now finally had the opportunity he’d been waiting for.

As they got further into the week, however, Lev wasn’t so convinced that Yaku’s symptoms weren’t that bad. Because the omega was increasingly more affectionate, not just with him but with the rest of the team, stealing a touch here and a nuzzle there whenever he seemed to get a chance. And although Lev was certainly the one receiving most of Yaku’s impulses, it still slightly bothered him whenever he saw the omega being scent marked by Kuroo. Even if it was platonic, it was unsettling.

They were really close, weren’t they?

Not only that but, the rest of the team didn’t seem shocked or put off in the least. As if they were already used to Yaku’s soft side. As if it were all just natural.

Lev couldn’t get used to it. No matter how many times Yaku nuzzled up against him, or gave a passing touch, or let a soft hum vibrate in his throat, Lev couldn’t adjust. Couldn’t stop his heart from practically beating out of his chest.

Especially with the way Yaku was starting to smell, giving off such a sweet scent, so sweet it was inviting, almost, and Lev had never experienced anything like that before, nothing that was this close, and he couldn’t figure out if it was because it was Yaku or if he was only feeling like this because the omega was approaching his heat.

Probably a mix of both.

Not to mention once Friday rolled around, he and Yaku had been put in charge of cleaning up, so there was no one else around besides the two of them. Kuroo had wanted to let someone else do the cleaning, since Yaku was obviously getting really close to his heat, but Yaku said it was part of his club duties and he didn’t want anyone taking his place.

That scent was only all the more obvious when they were alone together. It made Lev anxiously lick his lips. He tightened his grip on the mop, trying to focus on just cleaning up the gym and then getting out of there.

Because sometimes his alpha instinct got the better of him. And though he was confident he wouldn’t do anything to that extreme (and that Yaku was more than capable of taking care of himself should that happen), Lev wasn’t positive he wouldn’t end up saying something stupid.

Because Lev had this horrible habit of sometimes saying something stupid.

Especially when Yaku was moving around the way he was, sweat making the little short hairs stick to the back of his neck, the omega carefully folding up the net like it was his millionth time doing something like that.

That was what Lev liked the most about Yaku. He was dedicated. More than anything else, the omega pushed towards his goals, and didn’t give up.

It was something he thought that made them sort of similar.

He shook the thought away, continuing with the floors. That is, until he felt a weight on his back, short arms wrapping around his torso.

Yaku was nuzzling his back.

Lev swallowed, trying to fight back the urge to pick the omega up and nuzzle him ten-fold.

“Sorry,” Yaku yawned, “I’m just a little tired.”

“Oh it’s fine!” Lev answered immediately, figuring the floor would do the way it was, “Do you want me to carry you to the club room?”

The omega snorted, playfully punching Lev on the arm as he pulled away, “I’m not that weak.”

“Still though,” Lev said eagerly, “If you’re tired—”

“I’ll be fine,” Yaku insisted, “But thank you—”

Lev wasn’t sure what overtook him at the moment, it probably wasn’t his best of ideas (but none of his ideas were ever really good) and without thinking he swept up the omega in his arms, carrying him princess style.

He should’ve guessed Yaku would’ve been pissed by that.

But Lev kinda figured Yaku was mostly pissed because the way he was being held made it really obvious that there was a boner in his pants.

That was an omega in pre-heat, for you.

“I like you!” Lev blurted, unable to look away from the outline in Yaku’s shorts, “I really like you Yaku-senpai!”

Yaku struggled, wasting no time in jumping out of the alpha’s hold, smacking him on the head and calling him an idiot.

“Think properly before you confess to someone like that! What’re you gonna do if instinct dictates your whole life?”

“It’s not instinct!” Lev whined, rubbing the top of his head, “I’ve always liked Yaku-senpai!”

Yaku frowned, grabbing the alpha by the front of his shirt and dragging him to the end of the gym before ordering him to sit down, muttering angrily something about how tall Lev was.

Lev did as he was told obediently, sitting down on the floor and looking up at Yaku, half wondering if the omega would end up kicking him in the face.

To his surprise, however, Yaku settled himself in Lev’s lap instead, nuzzling up against the alpha’s scent glands.

“Did you mean it?”

It was so quiet that Lev almost didn’t even really hear it.

“Yes,” the alpha nodded, squeezing Yaku to him, “Absolutely.”

“Did you only just realize it?” Yaku asked, somewhat somberly, keeping his face hidden in the alpha’s neck.

Lev shook his head, “I—“

“Are you only attracted to me because I’m in pre-heat? You know better than anyone I’m not usually like this.”

“I know!” Lev spoke quickly, squeezing Yaku again, “I like the Yaku during regular practices and I like the Yaku now! I especially like the Yaku right now because I’ve never been so close to you before,” the alpha licked his lips, unable to keep his words from falling over each other, “I actually confessed to Kuroo-senpai about it—because I didn’t want to be hated—but Kuroo-senpai said you didn’t hate me and that made me really happy! And then, when you started nuzzling, I—”

He stopped abruptly, Yaku having bitten his neck.

“I get it, idiot,” he sighed, relaxing in the alpha’s hold, “You could have summed that up in two sentences.”

Lev trembled slightly, though he nodded regardless, shifting awkwardly from where he sat on the floor. “How…um…” he swallowed, licking his lips in anxiousness, “How does Yaku-senpai feel about me?”

Yaku shot his head up, glaring at the alpha, and again Lev thought Yaku might just hit him. But he didn’t. Just said, “Do you think I sit on just any alpha’s lap?”

“Um, well, I don’t know—”

Lev was pulled forward by the front of his shirt again, his lips crashing against Yaku’s for a brief moment, before the omega pulled away just as quickly, cheeks red and eyes fluttering downwards in a fluster.

“That—“ Yaku kept them an arm’s length away, “That should be obvious enough, shouldn’t it?”

“Yaku-senpai! Can we do that again—!”

This time he was hit on the head, and Lev couldn’t help but let out the kind of whine a pup might after their mother scolds them. But Yaku just snuggled into him again, telling him to wait until after his heat was over.

The alpha perked up, snuggling into the omega’s cheek, “And then we can kiss again?”

Yaku scoffed, but didn’t pull away, “Yeah,” he said, “Then we can kiss again.”

“Yaku-senpai? Does that mean we’re going out now?”

The omega laughed, pressing his nose into Lev’s cheek, shaking his head, “Learn to read the mood, idiot?”

Lev shifted, holding Yaku just a little tighter, “So, that’s a yes?”

Yaku rolled his eyes, before placing another quick kiss onto Lev’s cheek, “It’s a yes. And I won’t let you get out of confessing to me either. Even if you regret it later.”

“I won’t! I’d never regret it!”

Then it happened. Lev saw that soft smile Yaku had given him the other day in the club room.

And that was something he hoped to see again and again.

#fic commissions #levyaku #yakulev #haikyuu!!#hq!!#omegaverse #alpha lev #omega yaku

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flightykickback · 5 years

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LAWD! This took forever to write!

I legit had… *counts*…three drafts that I scrapped. What’s crazy is I had so much to type even though this was one night only; All I, and my bank account, had to give. Why am I overthinking the details? LOL!

But, it’s finally here for your reading pleasure: our crash and dash to see BTS Speak Yourself Tour in Chicago!

WARNING: This post is long and hardly edited. I’m tired of looking at it.

When I say this was a crash and dash, I truly mean it. My friend and I drove early morning from Cleveland, stopped by the Hello Kitty Café Truck in Westlake, then made it to Sleep Inn near Midway Airport by 2 PM on concert day. We were on our way downtown to the BTS x Live Nation Pop-Up Shop shortly after. Before we knew it, we were on our way home the next day. Did we breathe? I don’t think so.

The weather in Chicago was *insert Alaska Thunderfuck voice* TERRIBLE! This wasn’t normal rain and cold, this was a cut through your bones kinda chill. I was woefully underprepared, no thanks to checking weather reports! Sunny, they said. ZERO chance of rain, then it rained on our way and was misty all day in Chicago. Swear, I wanted to pack light, so I didn’t bring anything other than a thin jacket and my ballet flats. Not only was I freezing, but I also kept stepping in puddles and mud at Soldier Field. By the end of the night, my hands and feet could’ve been amputated.

Regardless, I had only one chance to complete my mission:

Visit the BTS x Live Nation Pop-Up Shop

Find Disequil Merch

Buy Tour Merch

Die at the Concert

I couldn’t lose!

Originally, my friend and I were to take the transit to the Pop-Up Shop, but she was gracious enough to get us a Lyft since we were an hour away by transit. The driver was real chill and indulged my hyperactivity enough to withstand me asking if his earlobe gauges hurt (to which we learned he just increased the size today! (☉｡☉)), complaining that Blueface is throwing all rappers off-beat, and asking him to cut-off a FL plated minivan trying to jump ahead of us.

Um, excuse me, this Chicago, baby! You can’t just barge in. Fend for yourself! *Doesn’t really mean any of this since there’s hardly any traffic in Cleveland and traffic in Chicago sucks* But we had somewhere important to be! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

We get to the Pop-Up Shop and the line was hundreds of people deep, from the shop door and around an entire city block. The only consolation was the representation of all ages, ethnicities, sizes, and gender was admirable, and they all desired to buy these overpriced designs by Live Nation. I just wanted the free slap bracelet =P

My friend and I were getting out of the Lyft (I’m sure our driver misses us T.T) and I tell her, maybe we can ask for bracelets and get the hell outta here. She told me, she’ll watch me ask LOL!

I set off to find an employee in what was an embarrassingly long amount of circling in one spot, looking confused while mumbling to myself, “I don’t see any employees! Where’s the door?! Why are there no employees?! Will people think I’m cutting the line? How can people walk into a building with only one way in and one way out, without any employees outside?! Even a club has bouncers!” Literally, the door would swing open and a select few would walk in before the door slammed shut. Did the door even have a handle?? Meanwhile, my friend is waiting against something, looking comfortable.

Then I spot him, THE ONLY representative that appeared to be working outside, complete in a personal jacket and regular looking jeans. The walkie-talkie and him opening the exit door set my sensors off. LOL!

“Excuse me, how long is the wait?” I was on a whole. ‘Notha. Level. My introvertedness was nowhere to be seen.

“Three hours.” THREE M-FING HOURS?! Oh hell no, we ain’t got time for that!

“Oh no! My friend and I drove all the way from Cleveland to see the concert tonight. It starts at 7.” Pure defeatism in my body language and disappointment all over my face.

Aaaaaaaand LIFTOFF! My strange hyperactive charm engaged the employee in a conversation about the wait time, how most ARMY are finagling it, how he got the job (he knows people?!), and eventually I tell him, “I just want a slap bracelet.”

His movements were “say no more” quick. I barely finished my sentence before he opened the door and reemerged with ONE slap bracelet. I thanked him profusely, then asked for another one for my friend. “NOPE! Should’ve asked then. They gave me a hard time with this one!” Needless to say, I apologized profusely to my friend -_-; (Sorry!).

DISSSSEEEQUILLLL MERCH! Ya’ll! I’ve been aching to add their glow-in-the-dark Speak Yourself Tour pin to my collection and it just so happened the merchant was going to be a Soldier Field. I couldn’t miss this opportunity. The anxiety set in when I learned I had to find Disequil by Twitter stalking.

I’ve wrote how my friend and I ran into Big Hit Staff before. They ab-so-lutely DO NOT want anyone except them selling any merch on tour grounds.

Ooooooo, they want their money! They were looking to bust merch and fan sites like it’s their only mission. There were also a few scares circulating online that cops were busting fan sites, giving them court orders and throwing their merch away O-O! So you can imagine Disequil wasn’t playing any games.

One moment, Disequil was on the outskirts of Soldier Field Campus, then they were someplace else. Suddenly, they were traveling to a donut shop and announced they’d only be there briefly. I legit @ them like DO NOT MOVE! I’M COMING! T_T! So, in the frigid, misty air, by bus, we finally caught up with the merchant. I not only get the SY tour pin, but also prints of their MONO series pin collection!

By now, everyone should know RM is my bias and his album, MONO, had me deep in reflection after its release. I collect so many pins to show my love of RM and his intellect that it’s ridiculous. It’s no surprise that I needed to have the MONO prints too. The details in the design and the embodiment of each song within the artwork of the pins are overwhelming. Dissu even explains each design because they’re that incredible! Not only did I buy the prints, but I also bought the pins when Dissu reopened their shop.

Last, but not least, we had to hook my friend up with tour merch!

At Love Yourself in Chicago, there was only one place to buy merch, in the desolate asphalt lot across from United Center at the giant white circus tent. This time, there were DOZENS of merch sites: outdoor trailers and kiosks and storefronts inside Soldier Field. By the time we got there around 6 pm, there were no ridiculous wait times and almost everything was in stock. The downside was not all merch spots had the same inventory. This meant, not all the same size tees were in stock at every location – which tees were exactly what my friend was on the hunt for.

We’d go to a trailer and they’d have the tee, but not in the wanted size; then, we’d go to another site and they wouldn’t have the tee. In hopes the next site would have the tee, we’d walk up to the counter and find they had a completely different set of tees or completely different inventory! Eventually, my friend had enough, got what she could with the promise to search again after the concert, and we headed to security to be seated.

Why didn’t we check the giant white circus tent you might ask? The mecca for all merch? Because they were ON THE GRASS! It was swamp muddy. Like, devour your ballet flats muddy. The worst part is the lonely UNO Experience tent was waaaaaaay across the sloppy wet field with no one paying it any attention. T_T

Security was QUICK! I was shivering with cold and excitement knowing I wouldn’t have long before I’d be seated. I double-checked my clear, stadium approved bag: no liquids ✔, ARMY bomb ✔, Umbrella ✔ – when the security personnel caught my eye, “They won’t let you bring in an umbrella.” Ya’ll, when it was our turn, they wanted me to discard a premium umbrella, gifted to me by my manager, that folds outwards to trap any wetness from the rain AND has a flashlight on the handle. The guard offers directions to the locker area. Thanks!

We trek to find the lockers that were supposed to be on a simple pathway around the corner. It was around the building and through a tunnel, on the side of a road. These were portable gym lockers for $10! After gawking at the price, I made sure to put as much as I could in there LOL!

There was a bit of a panic on my end because there were at least 20 people working the registers and locking up peoples’ things, but it appeared the line wasn’t moving quick enough to catch the show on time. Luckily, we got a locker, raced back to Soldier Field, practically flew through the security line and made it to our seats in time with 30 minutes to spare. We didn’t miss a thing!

If you’ve never been to a k-pop concert, there’s a pregame after doors open for seating. Music videos play and fans turn on their lightsticks for a sing-a-long. It’s no different at Speak Yourself. ARMY were singing to various music videos with their ARMY Bombs on. I could feel the energy in the air from everyone’s anticipation. The girl next to me was so excited about her first BTS concert that she immediately started talking to me about it.

Finally, without prompting, the first VCR came on, and then…Dionysus.

Note: Pairing the ARMY Bomb was a bih! I must’ve paired it with the Big Hit app at least five times with horrible cell phone reception until I realized I just had to move the switch from Bluetooth to on after paring LOL!

I did not watch a single recording of Dionysus before the concert. At first, in all honesty, I was burnt out. BTS releases so much media that I just needed a break, but this was the perfect opportunity for a surprise while being engulfed in so much sensation. From that point on, I purposefully refrained from watching Dionysus so I could be murdered in the Soldier Field stands…and the impact did not disappoint!

The background lit up across huge LCD panels, giant silver tigers inflated across the stage, pillars began to appear, fire burst forth and BTS materialized from beneath the stage. It was hardcore! Each member had a look of royalty and disregard. BTS, the song itself, the stage production, the choreo and surplus of dancers…was murrrddeeer.

The rest of the experience was personal. I tried to live in the moment as much as possible; although I did get some footage, the rest of the experience turned into amazing memories. Of course, I do have other highlights I want to share!

1. THEY’S RICH! Somebody on their team said eff this budget! We straight flexin’! There were lasers, pyrotechnics, lights, beautiful LCD backgrounds, special effects for video feeds to the monitors, twice the amount of back-up dancers than at Love Yourself, inflatables and intricate light oceans (one that formed a galaxy!) throughout the concert. I’ve never seen nor heard of a concert like this.

Plus, every stage got a glow-up: a conveyor belt on Suga’s stage, Jin’s intergalactic piano, Jay’s sleeker dance platform, RM’s Disney Magic wand, JK flying around the stadium, Jimin popping the bubble he appeared in, and V’s massive, sexy bed. The medley portion was even standardized so every tour stop could see Baepsae hip thrusts.

I was blown away by how Big Hit could take the same setlist, add a few songs from Persona and still outdo themselves. And at the very end, with ARMY singing to Mikrokosmos, the BTS logo ascended towards the stars as a year’s worth of fireworks erupted behind it. It was the most picturesque ending to a concert and incredibly heartfelt.

2. The light ocean was phenomenal. We were in space y’all! Soooooooo many colors and each light ocean matched the set. I frequently took time to look around the stadium and we’d be surrounded by rhythms of pulsing, colorful lights. Sometimes, clusters of lights would form circles or gradients. We were floating in a galaxy during Epiphany. It was beautiful and really whisked me away to somewhere magical.

3. Jimin was genuinely concerned for our health. He told us to stay warm and to not catch a cold. There were plenty of ARMY that had to look cute without a thin jacket, and Jimin gestured to one fan by rubbing his arms like aren’t you cold?! If memory serves correctly, he even posted for ARMY to take a bath when they got home (or was that Day 2?).

I haven’t put as much emphasis on the horrible weather as I should have, but it was hella cold! So much so that BTS looked overwhelmed. My hands and feet were numb FOR HOURS, during and after the concert! I really couldn’t fumble anymore for my phone when RM asked us to turn on our “technology,” for the third time that night. By the time my friend and I got back to the hotel, my feet were so cold, not even laying in a warm bed, with the heat cranked up, could warm them up.

3. JK said “It’s been a while,” like he’s been living in The States for years without ARMY knowing. His English improved greatly and I was so proud.

4. V’s massive sexy bed could fit eight people, but instead, only he teased us from it. And the special effects! Singularity is about how someone could live opposite their true feelings, under an acceptable guise. The monitor would focus on V, then split his image into two colors and have one move to the left and the right. It made him look as if his person was being pulled in different directions, perhaps his true feelings and his guise, with his physical body, the one that has to live with this internal conflict at the center. It was overpowering and very slick.

5. BTS and Big Hit fully invested in ARMY. The show was tied up so nicely that it really felt like ARMY was loved and appreciated. It’s a double whammy when BTS goes live on VLive or posts to Twitter afterward. This is why post-concert depression (PCD) is real. It’s also why ARMY buy tickets for both concert dates at multiple tour stops. The interaction and affection are second to none. No other artists do it better.

6. People love to interrupt me during Tear. This isn’t a highlight, but I think I’m cursed to have someone tap me on the shoulder, or walk in front of me to get to their seats during one of my most favorite sets, during my favorite part where Jay just goes in and owns the thang like the rest of the rap line ain’t there. Will I ever see it all the way through? LOL!

I could talk about the usual things like Flying Jungkook, singing along to Epiphany, all the shenanigans during the Anpanman obstacle course, or chanting J-Hope during Just Dance, but those things have already completed the social media circuit. These highlights are my best experiences and impressions during the show. There are definitely takeaways that I learned that may be helpful in the future:

1. Don’t trust weather forecasts! They can change. Just pack in case of crummy weather, especially transitioning seasons.

2. If Big Hit keeps accommodating shorter merch lines, there may no longer be obscene waits unless ARMY wills it so.

3. So what if you don’t get floor seats? Sitting in the stands is still excellent! My friend and I were able to snag seats on the third level, center stage. It was perfect. We could see the stage and monitors head-on. Any antics from the boys were clearly visible. Most people will tell you that sitting on the floor level is overrated. You can see everything clearly from the upper levels without people hogging your view!

4. Staying close to the concert decreases commuter time when leaving the show. I didn’t mention it before, but it took us 2-3 hours to get back to the hotel because 60,000 fans were all leaving at the same time (and because of the Stadium’s poor direction of pedestrian traffic and Lyft drivers being a-holes ( ͒˃⌂˂ ͒)). On the other hand, we had a cheaper stay at a nice hotel, with a full breakfast included, by staying further from the city center.

5. Immerse yourself into the concert! You catch more visually and can feel more of the experience. Granted, you won’t have videos and pictures, but as I fumbled with my phone, I lamented not capturing a moment on time and missed out on the full sensation of being present. To up the ante, bring an ARMY Bomb since the show is an interactive experience.

6. Lastly, don’t crash and dash! Due to a tight-TIGHT schedule, my friend and I couldn’t catch up with our ARMY friends. Don’t do this! The stress was horrid. Please take your time. There’s more to see, plenty of people to connect with and lots of good food downtown. Stay a bit and relax.

All in all, Speak Yourself in Chicago was bomb, from the insane opening to the ethereal ARMY send-off at the end. This laser light space show in an ARMY Bomb galaxy was completely and utterly magical. All ARMY should have a chance to experience it and if BTS continues their reign as artists and Big Hit keeps a bottomless budget, the next tour will be the most spectacular yet!

~PHOTO AND VIDEO BOMB!~

Experience: #SpeakYourselfInChicago LAWD! This took forever to write! I legit had… *counts*…three drafts that I scrapped. What's crazy is I had so much to type even though this was one night only; All I, and my bank account, had to give.

#BTS #BTS ARMY #BTS World Tour #Chicago #Concert #Experiences #fun #KPOP #Post Concert Depression #Speak Yourself Tour #SYxChicago #Travel

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Jojo and Lolo, Ch. II

Chapter II of "Jojo and Lolo," a Joseph's ToonTown story. (Originally part of Chapters I and II of the original story of the same name.)

And so, the story continues, with all the more weirdness, silliness, and fun you'd expect from a romantic fox and silly bunny. Yeah, I got nothin'.

Word count: 7,027 – Character count: 40,050 Originally written: December 23rd, 2016 Slightly revised: June 6th/7th, 2016 Revised further: September 2nd, 2017

With emotions sorted and thoughts collected, the two head out to have some fun, together.

Lola Bunny, The Looney Tunes Show, and related characters and properties created by and © Warner Bros. Animation Winnie Woodpecker, The Woody Woodpecker Show, and related characters and properties created by and © Walter Lantz Productions

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Lola listened to Joseph as he told her about his life and his home world. She gasped as she heard about his awful childhood as a laboratory test subject and awed as he told her about the rogue scientist that had acted as his surrogate mother. She stared, wide-eyed, as he told her about his first true crush and best friend, Kaiya, and she frowned in sympathy when he told her about the day she’d moved away. She tilted her head as he moved to his ex-girlfriend, Kris… how they’d met… their relationship… even the secret they shared… and, she offered another sympathetic frown as he told her about three years prior to modern times, when she’d broken up with him. The monologue continued further, well beyond the scope of his friends, love life, and on to other things. He told her about what he’d done for a living… what sort of place Planet Ragnarok was… He confided in her what gave him the most joy and told her of his greatest regrets. He made mention of his time in ToonTown… how he truly felt about Winnie and Woody… but, neglected to mention that there had been times where he had acted on those feelings – at least with the former. And, finally, he wrapped everything up by telling her… “I appreciate you taking the time to listen to everything. I really do.”

As Lola lay there next to Joseph, just as she had been for an hour earlier and beyond… she honestly wasn’t sure what to make of everything she’d just learned. It was true that she was the one who’d prompted him to unload… but, she hadn’t… truly hadn’t… been expecting the volumes of information, about her friend. It was a little overwhelming… knowing as much as she did about him, then… but, the thing that bothered her more than anything was… “I wish I had something to tell you, back…”

The fox gave a blink. Lola was offering a soft, somewhat unconvincing smile. “‘Something to tell me?’” he repeated. “I don’t understand.” “I haven’t lived life like you have,” she explained. “I was only made a few years ago… and, really, I’ve only done one or two things, since! After my contract with Warner expired, they just kind of… let me loose into the world. I almost feel like they forgot about me…” The rabbit looked down toward the bedspread. “They didn’t even call me in to do Rabbit’s Run, last year… They got some other bunny, to do that movie… You can tell, because of the different voice! So, I’ve just kind of… wandered around ToonTown. But…!” The fox’s ears perked as Lola’s tone and expression turned angry. “Do you know what the most annoying thing is…?” Joseph shook his head. “The most annoying thing… is that, I’m not even the real me!” She gave a scowl. “I’m just a cheap knock-off of some eye-candy from a crappy movie made back in ‘96!” The fox gave a blink. “Wait, what?” And, that caused Lola to give a long, labored sigh… “Do you remember that ‘sister’ I keep bringing up? The one who’s also named ‘Lola?” “Y… yes?” “Well… actually, wait, here.” Lola brought her cell phone back up, typing something into the keypad. A moment later, she turned it toward the fox and… he couldn’t believe what he saw.

Image-after-image was listed on a search display reading “Space Jam, Lola Bunny…” and, all of them seemed to be of her. But, at the same time… it wasn’t of her, at all… No, the rabbit on the screen was a little more… “pandering.” At least, that’s what he thought. It was true that she had the same creamy-orange and light-tan fur as the Lola he knew… the same platinum-blond hair and a similar look… She even wore ears back in a hairband the same way. But, the Lola he was looking at, on the cell phone, seemed more streamlined… more, well… sexy, depending on one’s definition. Compared to the Lola he knew, she had blue eyes, a smaller nose and teeth, and a slightly larger bust… From what he could see, she also had a much different personality, too. But, there was no mistaking it… If he hadn’t known better… hadn’t met the Lola in front of him, first… he would have had to say that she… the Lola Bunny he knew… was a knock-off of the one on the cell phone; a parody, or deconstruction, in a way… And, he could tell.. that upset her greatly.

“It’s been tough, living in the shadow of not only Bugs but this… this bimbo!” Lola said, showing genuine disdain for the furry pin-up on the screen. “But, at the same time…” She reached up, closing the cell phone. Joseph could see how hurt she felt as she spoke… “I have to face the facts,” she sadly stated. “I’m the copy. I’m the double. I’m the one who doesn’t belong. And, that’s probably why Warner let my contract expire, after The Looney Tunes Show was done. Because… they were done with me. “And, why would they need me,” she continued, starting to rant, “when they have this ‘Lola Bunny’ around to push more products or keep my Bun-Bun happy…?” The fox gave a blink, his ears half-folding at the nickname. “So, that’s why… that’s why…” Lola said with genuine happiness, “I decided to try and become friends with ‘Real Lola!’” “What…?” Joseph felt more than a little confused by that point… “Yeah! It’s the perfect plan!” she said with a nod. “Once Warner gets tired of ‘Ms. Don’t Call Me Doll…’ when her curves and B-Ball skills stop selling products… I can step right back in and take her place! Just like I… did…” She paused, a sudden look of realization coming over her. “O… o-oh. Oh, oh, no.” Realization set in as she blankly stared at her companion. She then asked… “A… am I… the bad-guy…?”

Joseph gave a jolt as he felt his chest fur being grabbed by the ‘toon’s gloved hands. Her black eyes were filling with tears, again, as she desperately looked to him for reassurance. “Am I the bad-guy…?” she whimpered. “Do… do you think she hates me as much as I hate her…? What if… what if…” Lola’s breathing turned a little ragged. She was starting to freak out… “What if she’s planning to do something bad to me, right now…? I took her place, not the other way around! She’d be justified…! No one would blame her…” Her grip tightened on Joseph’s chest fur, causing him to wince. “It’s the perfect alibi…”

“Lola…!” He gave a grunt. “You’re… hurting me…!” “Huh? What?” She blinked as she looked back at Joseph. A moment later, she snapped back to reality, letting him go with a simple, one-word apology. “You’re fine…” the fox sighed, straightening his fur. “And… no.” She gave another blink of her wet, black eyes, her full attention on Joseph. “You’re not the ‘bad-guy,’ here. But… neither is she.” Lola raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. “Come again?”

“Alright… from what little I know about the two of you… ‘sex-bomb Lola’ was made for some movie called ‘Space Jam,’ back in 1996, of this world, whereas you were made for The Looney Tunes Show a few years ago. You guys have a lot in-common, design-wise… but, clearly, when they were making your show, they didn’t want a blond bombshell as a character. Maybe her personality was wrong for the ideas they had… or, maybe they were just aiming at a completely different demographic. Either way, they ended up making you – a cuter, less provocative version of the ‘Lola Bunny’ you just showed me.” Lola continued to listen… though, she wasn’t sure where that train of thought was going. “Now, from what I gather… the Lola from Space Jam was more… uh, well…” “‘Sane?’” she interjected. “What? I…” Joseph paused. He noticed the soft smile Lola had on her face. “I know I can be a handful,” she reassured him. “It’s okay. You wouldn’t be the first to tell me I’m crazy. Or psychotic. Stalker-ish… weird… a lunatic – not the ‘Loonatics,’ mind you. Those were a completely different attempt at a redux! The version of me– er, us – Lola and I – from that show is really nice, too! But, boy-oh-boy, don’t ever get her mad!” The fox gave a blink…

“A-anyway…” he continued, “‘wacky,’ is how I’d put it. You’re wacky. And, the other Lola? From all those screenshots and fan art I saw… it didn’t look like she was all that wacky. Or, really, even funny. She just kind of looked like she was a filler character… ya know, just kind of there. Maybe they were trying to appeal to perverts, like me… or, maybe they were trying to empower women. This planet seems to have a problem with gender-roles. And, prejudice…” he added with a scowl. “I mean, so does Ragnarok… But, ah, I’m getting off-topic. “In any case, even if she had a nice personality… she just kind of seemed to be an attempt to pander to… someone. Whereas you?” Lola gave a blink, noticing the fox’s warm smile. “Sweetheart, you have personality for days! You’re eccentric, silly, funny, cute… You can be feminine just as easily as you can be ‘one of the guys…’ In short, you’re a perfectly well-rounded character. Don’t get me wrong… Space Jam-Lola is fine if you’re looking for sex-appeal… but, if you want someone with some real character…” Joseph smiled to the confused, alert bunny in his bed. “Here she is!”

Lola blankly stared at the fox for several moments. And, then… she brought a hand to her chin, her brow furrowing and a thoughtful look coming over her face.

“If I get what you’re saying…” she started, “you’re saying that neither one of us is ‘The One True Lola;’ that we’re both ‘Lola Bunny!’ Just… different Lolas! Me and her and Baby Lola and Lexi, too! We’re all ‘Lola!’” “I, uh… More-or-less, yeah.” “Hmm…” She thought for a moment longer before looking back at Joseph. “Hey, question. Which ‘Lola’ do you like better?” That got a smirk, from the fox. “Don’t you think I’d be a bit too biased to answer that” “No. Why?” The fox grinned, a light blush showing under his fur. “Well… I do have one of the Lolas in my bed, right now…” “Oh? Oh! One sec!”

The fox gave a blink as Lola pulled her phone out yet again, his ears twitching as he heard her pressing buttons. “Uh… what are you doing?” “Calling myself– I mean other-Lola– eh… what do I call her, now?” “Probably the same thing everyone else calls her: ‘Lola.’” he said with a chuckle. A moment later, he jolted, asking, “Wait, why are you calling Lola?” “To invite her over so she can get in your bed?” Joseph blanched, at that, immediately snapping the rabbit’s phone shut with one hand. “Hey!!” She gave a scowl. “Rude! I was trying to do you a favor!” “Lola! J– no!” He frowned in return. “You don’t just call someone and say, ‘Could you get into my friend’s bed? He won‘t answer my question, unless you do.’” “Wow.” The rabbit’s eyelids lowered, a look of disbelief showing plain as day. “What kind of a low-life do you think I am, Joseph?” He frowned again, his ears folding back. “I didn’t mean–” “What I was going to say was, ‘Hey, other-me? Can you come over to my friend’s bedroom? I want to see which one of us he likes best!’” Joseph sputtered at that. At least, until she added… “Only kidding…” He paused to notice the huge grin on Lola’s face. And that put a smirk on his own.

“Really, though,” he started again. “Who were you calling?” “Other-me– er, Lola.” “Why?” Lola gestured with one hand as she explained, “I wanted you to talk to her a little… see if you liked her more than me… stuff like that!” “And, once again…” He offered a smile. “Don’t you think I’m a little biased, at this point? I’ve known you for far longer and we’ve hung out much more. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever even seen her, before today.” The fox brought his hands up, squishing Lola’s face with a grin. “A cute face like you guys’ is pretty hard to forget.”

“Anyway!” Lola smiled as she took back her head. “Other-me is real great! She’s teaching me how to play Basketball and I’m teaching her how to shoot Pool!” “You know how to play Pool?” “Well, yeah!” The grin returned to her face. “I have to eat, too, ya know!” He was about to ask what she meant by that… but, he suddenly realized… “You’re hustling people at Pool, now?” “Only a little!” she said with a gesture of her hand. “Besides… It’s not like I’m playing for much! Just a little here-and-there, to make ends meet… Two… three-grand, tops!” “Per-month?” “What, are you kidding?” She chuckled. “Per-game, Mr. Fox!” But, “Mr. Fox” was not amused… “Oh, I’m kidding,” she said with another chuckle and a hand-wave. “It’s per-month.” “Right, well…” Joseph crossed his arms. “I guess anyone dumb enough to make a bet with a stranger…” “Oh, no, people know who I am. They just think they can beat me, at Pool!” She proudly beamed. “I don’t ever lose, though!” “So… wait.” His head tilted to one side. “You’re saying you’re not hustling people? They’re just… lining up, to play you for money?” “More-or-less!” “Huh…” The fox was speechless.

“Anyway…” He gave the rabbit a curious look. “Do you feel better about everything now, Lola?” “I do!” was her cheerful response as she gave her friend a hug. “But, I have to admit…” “Hm?” There was a bashful grin on her face as she said, “It’s gonna be weird seeing Lola as a friend, now, instead of someone I plan to leave for dead, later!” “Weeell… Just… ya know… maybe, don’t tell her that,” he chuckled. “Still, though, it probably won’t be much different, than before. Just… less negative thoughts about Lola!” “And, less jealousy…” “Eh?” Lola leaned back with a scowl. “You saw the curves on her! She’s hot!” She looked down, then, and quietly murmured, “No wonder Bugs likes her, more…” “Well… maybe, if you just let Bugs get to know the real you, instead of the Lola that’s madly in love, with him… he’d like you, too?” Lola looked up at that, disbelief on her face. “Now, that’s just crazy-talk, mister.” Joseph gave a blink, at that… before cracking a smile, around the same time she did. The two then shared a bit of laughter before settling back down.

“Sooo…” Lola perked as Joseph spoke up again. “I have to ask, uh…” He was blushing again. “Did you really… I mean… earlier, when we–” And, just like earlier that morning… Lola silenced him with a gloved finger. “Yes,” was her simple answer before she let him speak again. However, he remained silent, just taking in her face… She was smiling… but, it wasn’t her usual smile. It wasn’t a particular shy smile, either… It was something different… It was a beautiful kind of smile… one that he thought she only brought out for special, intimate occasions and one… that he genuinely hoped he’d see more of.

“As much as I like layin’ around in bed all day,” she suddenly said, pulling back, “now that you’re awake, let’s go do something!” “Huh– mm…” was all he could say as he watched her slide out from under the covers and stretch. For some reason, he felt the urge to say something… rather odd. “I like your tail.” Lola’s upper-half turned to look at him. She had a perplexed look on her face… like, she wasn’t bothered by the compliment… but, she didn’t exactly know how to respond, either. At least, not at first. “Maybe, if you’re good, I’ll let you touch it!” was the cheerful response Joseph got. And… that response made him grin… albeit, a little bashfully. A moment later, he slid out of bed and stood beside her.

“Nice shorts!” The fox gave a blink… He’d somehow forgotten he wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of boxer shorts, then. For a couple of seconds, he’d almost felt the urge to wrap his tail over his lap… but, when he noticed Lola was genuinely smiling at him, rather than smirking… he decided not to bother. “Yeah, sorry,” he said with a chuckle. “I wasn’t expecting company, so…” “So, get dressed, already!” she cheerfully requested. “We’re burnin’ daylight!” “Heh. Alright, alright…”

Joseph took a few minutes to clean himself up before joining the eager rabbit in the living room. As he prepared to head out with his eccentric companion, he found himself wondering just what the girl had planned for them… “It’s a secret!” was all Lola would tell him even as they left his apartment minutes later. That made him a little nervous, given her track record… but, it was also kind of exciting.

Whatever she planned… he knew that they wouldn’t be bored.

After leaving the Rubber Arms apartment complex, the first stop on Lola’s tour of ToonTown was to get some breakfast, at Denny’s. The service was fairly speedy, that morning, since there was what Joseph called “a serious lack of people,” in the building. As he ate his eggs and toast, though, he also noted that the food seemed even better-than-usual – which was high praise, indeed, considering he always liked that Denny’s food. Lola seemed to be enjoying herself, as well… although, she did manage to embarrass the fox by asking some odd questions.

“Does the 55+, in this section, mean you have to order 55 items or more? Or, do you get one of these as a freebie, by having 55 or more dinners, here? Oh! Maybe it means everything costs 55 dollars! Oooh… that seems a little steep for more of the same…” She seemed pretty disappointed to hear Joseph explain what the 55+ really meant… but, she didn’t stay that way too long, when the prospect of a morning dessert came up.

With breakfast in their bellies, Lola decided the two should work off the excess calories by going ice skating. Joseph didn’t even know there was an ice rink, in ToonTown, but Lola was quick to drag him onto a bus… heading to the Red Light District, of all places! He was highly suspicious of her motivations… but, his suspicions were discarded the moment he saw what looked to be a perfectly normal, perfectly-tame ice rink sitting close to a Thai food restaurant. “What in the world is this doing here?” was the first thing Joseph asked as Lola lead him to the building – a place called “The Skating Edge Ice Arena,” judging by the sign. “You can find ice rinks just about anywhere, in the country!” was her explanation. “If I had the money, I could probably make my own! In the Sahara!! Oh, wouldn’t that be fun?” “What? No, I mean…” The fox gestured to the surrounding area. “Here. Specifically. In, ya know… the Red Light District?” “What do you mean?” He was about to answer… but, then, he noticed something. The surrounding area really didn’t look much like a “Red Light District,” to him… It wasn’t dirty… there weren’t any adult novelty shops in the area… and, aside from the fact it looked hand-drawn… it just looked like your average block in any given metropolis. It was almost like a smaller version of Muramasa City, back home, in a way.

“Wait…” The fox gave a blink. “We went south, right?” “You mean ‘southeast?’” Lola tilted her head. “I think we went mostly south, though!” “Uh… Well, anyway, isn’t this the Red Light District of ToonTown…?” “What’s a ‘Red Light District?’” she asked with a curious glance. “Wait, what?” Joseph tilted his head in confusion. “It’s… ya know… where all the bad ‘toons go… Isn’t it?” “I dunno about that! I mean, some ‘toons aren’t bad! They’re just drawn that way!” He gave another blink. There was something funny about Lola, who was a rabbit, quoting a character named “Jessica Rabbit…”

“Anyway,” she continued, “don’t they call this the ‘Fox District?’” “Fox…?” Joseph’s ears twitched, his brain processing that name a little differently than Lola had intended. “Ya know! 21st Century Fox! Like this one!” She gave the fox a slight shake before giving him a bright smile. “But, more… corporate! Like this!” Joseph found himself suddenly enveloped in a whirlwind. A few seconds later, Lola stood nearby, with a large mirror in her hands. When the fox turned to look at the mirror, he noticed his appearance had changed… He was wearing a blue business suit, red tie, and what looked like a toupée on his head that, he thought, resembled radioactive road-kill. He also had some weird, spongy material on his eyes, for some reason…

“I’m familiar with ‘20th Century Fox,’” he said as he casually ripped the ‘toon suit off, revealing his normal clothes, underneath. “I guess they would be ‘21st Century Fox’ these days, though…” “For the last sixteen years!” Lola commented in a chipper tone as she watched Joseph toss the suit and hairpiece in a nearby prop recycle bin. “Where’ve you been?” “I’m an ‘alien,’ remember?” Joseph chuckled before crossing his arms, a thoughtful look coming to his face. “So, huh… There’s five districts, of ToonTown… Well, five specifically-named districts, I mean. I’d always known the Fox District as the ‘Red Light District.’ That’s what Woody told me it was called, anyway.” “Well, now you know!” She gave a cheerful smile. “Now, let’s go skating!”

With the brief history lesson out of the way, Lola finally led Joseph inside the skating rink… and, it became painfully clear that Joseph had never skated a day in his life, given how bad he was at it. But, he was trying and, even with the rabbit skating circles, rhombuses, and other fancy shapes around him… he seemed to be having a lot of fun. “Do you want me to teach you how to skate?” Lola asked on one pass as she watched the fox fall on his tail. “It’s really easy, once you know how! “Maybe, some other time…” he said with a chuckle. “I’m just trying to get the basics down, right now.” “Well, if you change your mind…” And, with that, she slid backward and did a fancy pirouette, followed by a graceful hop, much to Joseph’s, as well as others’, enjoyment. He had to admit… she looked pretty good, as she glided across the ice…

While the two were still in the Fox District, Joseph decided to treat Lola to a movie. He was a little surprised when she’d picked something he was sure would be violent and gory… but, when she’d explained she always found the CGI special effects to be hilarious, he understood exactly what she’d meant, and the two went on in.

Much to their amusement, the movie – some story about a war Joseph had never heard of – provided some of the most cheesy, unconvincing special effects that the fox could remember seeing, in some time. It was almost enough to make him laugh… and, unfortunately, more than enough to make Lola laugh… very loudly and very frequently! It wasn’t long before the ushers intervened, physically throwing Lola out of the theater building.

“See if I ever spend money on snacks, here, again!” Lola shouted from the seated position on the curb where she’d landed. She looked and sounded angry, shaking one fist while the other held onto a large cup of soda… which she loudly slurped, a moment later. “I don’t think they really care,” was Joseph’s reply as he calmly walked out from the theater with his hands in his pockets. “Why did they get so mad, anyway?” she asked as she accepted Joseph’s hand up. “All I did was laugh!” “You were laughing during a part that was supposed to be sad,” was the fox’s explanation. “That guy’d just watched his best friend’s head explode.” “I knooow!” she laughed as she got back up. “That low-quality CGI was hilaaarious!” “Yes.” He gave a grin. “Yes, it was.”

Joseph glanced at his watch after the movie fiasco. It was getting close to dinner time… When he’d made the offer to take Lola out, she quickly turned it around on him, deciding she should treat him, instead! He decided to let her, not being one to turn down a free meal, and the two soon headed back to the central part of ToonTown.

To the fox’s surprise, Lola had ended up taking him to some place that was well within even his budget… as well as hers, he assumed – McDonald’s. He also wasn’t too surprised when she ordered a Happy Meal, instead of something from the normal menu. “I’m this close to completing my collection!” she said as she unwrapped her toy. “All I need is those last two and I’ll have all of this month’s toys!” “You know…” Joseph said after finishing a bite of his double cheeseburger, “you could probably just ask them for the toys you’re missing.” Lola gave a blank stare, at the suggestion. “But, then I wouldn’t get my choice of apple slices or Go-Gurt! It’s the yogurt you eat with your hands, not with a spoon!” “I’m pretty sure you could just ask for either/or along with the toy.” “But, look!” Lola brought up the little paper box housing her meal. “It comes in this neat little box with a smile! Does your burger wrapper have a smile on it?” Joseph gave a blink. “I don’t think so!” With that, the discussion was closed… at least, as far as Lola was concerned. The fox couldn’t help but be amused by how strongly she’d defended her position on the matter, too. She really is a funny girl… he thought with another bite of his burger.

Joseph and Lola left the McDonald’s in high spirits, the latter playing with her newest possession and the former sipping on a soda. “I had a lot of fun today,” he said as he leaned against a nearby bus stop. “I kind of wish it didn’t have to end… but, as always, I have work tomorrow, so I should probably head home.” “Really?” The bunny rolled her glove up, revealing a colorful children’s wrist-watch. “But, it’s only 7:33 and 19 seconds. No, 20 seconds. 21. 22. 23. 24…” “Well, ya know…” he said with a shrug, watching the bus pull up a moment later. “I should probably wash up, then wind-down, before I get a good night’s sleep. I’ll see ya later.” “32… 33… 34…” she continued, seeming oblivious to the fox. “Lola? Lo– ah, whatever… Goofball… heh.”

Joseph took a seat facing the curb, immediately looking out the window to his friend. Unsurprisingly, she was still counting the seconds on her watch… She’s a funny girl… he thought as the bus pulled into motion. But, an awesome one, too. A moment later, he was on his way home.

The rest of Joseph’s evening consisted of a shower followed by Internet videos and a light snack. By bedtime, he was feeling pretty tired… though, still pretty cheerful. It kind of sucks that I have work, tomorrow, he thought as he brushed his teeth, but, I guess someone has to pick up the slack, while Woody’s on vacation! I still can’t believe that’s what he was doing with all that overtime money! Oh, man, the look on Winnie’s face when he showed her those cruise tickets… He spit into the sink before grinning to himself. And, the look on his face when she tore into him for being so secretive and making her think something was wrong, in the first place! The fox swished a bit of water in his mouth, mentally chuckling from the memory. What a weird misunderstanding… and, what a happy ending! I hope they’re having fun.

With his mouth clean and other bathroom activities finished, Joseph drank one more glass of water and headed out, passing through the main room and into the bedroom. He gave a tired yawn and stretched as he slipped out of his t-shirt and lounge pants, then he slipped into the bed. It had been a fun but tiring day, for him, and he was ready for some well-earned sleep.

It’s really warm, tonight, he thought as he shuffled in his bedspread. It’s almost like there’s a heater, here, blowing warm air on me… He gave a squirm, reaching back to rub himself… but, he made contact with something, a little further back… something that didn’t feel like his neck. It felt softer… smoother… except for one particular area, where he was rubbing his thumb, anyway. “Ha-choo!” Joseph gave a startled wince, as he felt something wet splatter against his neck and hand. “Eaugh…!” was his knee-jerk utterance. “Sorry,” called a feminine voice prior to the sound of a sniffle. All-at-once, Joseph knew a certain someone was in his bed… just like they had been, earlier that morning.

“Lola,” he blankly said as he turned to face her. “It’s ‘later!’” was her grinning reply. “What are you even doing here? And, why are you in my bed again?” “Well, you said, ‘See you later,’” she explained, “so, I waited until it was later!” “Generally, when someone says that… they mean the next day, or… well… later.” “Well, that’s dumb!” she countered, crossing her arms under the sheets. “If you meant tomorrow, then you should have said ‘See you tomorrow!’” He really couldn’t argue with that kind of logic… nor, did he really want to. It was 10 PM… and, he was tired.

“What are you doing here?” he asked again, having been ignored the first time. “I wanted to see you, again!” she brightly answered. “We had such a good day and you said you wished it didn’t have to end, so I asked myself, ‘Lola, why does it have to end?’ So, when I remembered you saying ‘see you later’ and combined it with ‘I wish it didn’t have to end,’ I put the puzzle pieces together and figured it out!” There was a pause before she finished her thought. “You were inviting me to a sleep-over! And, that’s why you said ‘see you later,’ instead of ‘see you tomorrow!’ So, I came over as soon as it was ‘later!’ But, I guess I came in early, because you were still in the bathroom… so, I decided to wait in your bed, again!” “O… kay,” Joseph said, “but, why in my bed?” “Silly Mr. Fox!” She gave a grin in the dark. “If this is a sleep-over, it wouldn’t make much sense for me to be anywhere else! A bed is where you sleep, after all!” The fox gave a grumble, then a sigh, and then rolled back over, closing his eyes. He was really in no mindset to argue with Lola… and, really, he didn’t see any harm in her being there, if all she wanted to do was sleep, anyway.

“You’re welcome to stay in the bed,” he told her, “but, only if you actually sleep.” Joseph waited for a response. However, none came. “Lola? Did you hear me?” Again, the ‘toon rabbit said nothing. “Lola…” The fox rolled back toward her. “I said–” But, as he looked at her in the dim light of his darkened room, he noticed… “Oh.” She was already asleep. At least, that’s what it looked like. Somehow, he wasn’t entirely convinced she’d fallen asleep so quickly, given how perky she’d sounded… so, he decided to keep an eye on her, for a short while. As she lay there, softly breathing through her mouth and keeping her eyes closed, however, he slowly became convinced that she really was asleep. As he watched her, though, he also found himself thinking… She’s sure cute, when she sleeps. But… she looks cute, just about any other time, too. He warmly smiled, giving her cheek a gentle brush with his hand. That caused the rabbit to squirm and wave him away before rolling toward the wall. He had to fight the urge to laugh. It was such an adorable reaction…

“Good night, Lola…” he whispered, turning back over and settling in for the night. It didn’t take long after that for the consciousness to escape his own body, leaving him sound asleep beside her. –––––

Two sets of lips touched for the millionth time as Joseph held his partner close, basking in her warmth and reveling in her noises. She shyly squirmed in his arms as his hands coursed over her body, tenderly touching every soft curve. His lover trembled with his every touch…

“You’re so beautiful…” the fox whispered as he touched her, again, causing a shudder and a moan. “Especially when you’re in my arms, like this…” “P… please, don’t say such things…” the familiar voice of his lover shyly whispered. “I can’t help it…” he replied with a soft grin. “Every time I feel you tremble… every time I listen to your little gasps… every time I hear you call my name…” He gave a shiver of his own. “It fills me with such excitement…” The fox watched his lovely prey’s face brighten… “You’re even more beautiful when you blush… Winnie…” “I’m still not Winnie,” she replied with a grin. “But, um… you can keep doing what you’re doing, if you want…” The fox perked. “I kind of like it…”

Within moments, the illusion of his dreams vanished from Joseph’s eyes. The heavenly place where he’d previously held his best friend’s girlfriend was replaced by the familiar darkness of the apartment bedroom. However, the warmth in his arms remained real… Then… “Oh, Ash damn it…” Lola turned her head toward the cursing fox, giving him a hug with her back to his front. He may have been upset… but, she certainly didn’t seem bothered, by his misdirected affections… “You were having another Winnie dream,” she commented. “Do you have a lot of those… or, just when you have someone in your bed?” He blushed in the darkness, embarrassed by his dreaming brain’s antics… then, he gave a sigh before snuggling up against the rabbit’s backside, closing his eyes with his head against hers.

“Wanna talk about it, Jojo?” she offered. “Not really. Not much to talk about, anyway…” He gave the bunny a friendly nuzzle. “She’s just… really cool. And, cute.” He paused before lowering his voice. “And, sexy…” “You have a pretty strange idea of ‘sexy!’” was Lola’s response. “Says the lady who has a crush on a ‘wittle gway wabbit,’” was his teasing reply. “That’s the worst ‘Elmer Fudd’ I’ve ever heard!” she laughed. The two then settled back into silence for a little while longer…

“Hey, Lola?” “Yeeeees?” she cheerfully answered. “Can I ask you something?” “You just did, silly!” The fox rolled his eyes before continuing.

“How come you don’t seem to mind when I, um…” His ears folded back. “Use you as a ‘Winnie analog…?’ I mean, I’ve only done it twice, now, but…” The fox gave a blink as he felt her arms pull his a little tighter around her small frame. “Everyone needs someone to love,” she simply said. “If I can be that person for someone… then, I say, ‘Why not?’” The fox’s pulse heightened at that answer, his body tensing… It was such an easy answer, he had a hard time believing it was true. “Are you sure that’s the only reason?” he decidedly pressed. “Everyone needs someone to love, sometimes…” she repeated before going silent. “Even you?” Joseph asked a moment later. Again, silence filled the room… “Don’t worry about that,” she answered, after a while. “Just, enjoy yourself, Mr. Fox…” There was another long pause where neither of them did or said anything. Eventually, though… Joseph leaned in and gave her a startling kiss on the cheek. “W… what was that for?” she asked, reaching up and touching where he’d kissed. “Don’t worry about that…” he whispered into her ear. “Just… enjoy yourself…”

Lola gave a slight squirm as she felt the fox starting to nibble at her neck and shoulder. She kept perfectly quiet, aside from the occasional gasp, completely happy to let him do whatever he’d wanted, to her… When he’d started to kiss her neck, again, she tilted her head up, allowing him to gently peck and nip at her throat. The rabbit was feeling an odd mix of sensations as Joseph’s actions continued. On the one hand, every nip and kiss… every lick and nibble he gave caused her to shiver… while, at the same time, his gentle caress down her side and over her belly made her feel completely at ease. Sure, he was probably taking advantage of her in some way… but, it seemed like he was taking the time to make sure she was enjoying herself, as well… and, that filled her fast-beating heart with happiness…

Lola gave a light blush as he felt the fox’s soft hands slide upward… For a moment, she assumed he was going to go after her modest chest… When he continued upward, however, she found herself momentarily confused. She could feel him pawing at the collar of her dress, tugging at it… It seemed like he was trying to find something, in the front… or, maybe, on the back – something that simply wasn’t there. “Are you looking for a button?” she casually guessed. The fox paused his actions and she felt him grow tense again… Feeling that made her grin, a little. He knew he’d been caught!

“It’s okay…” she whispered, turning around to give his head a soft little stroke. “This dress doesn’t have any buttons, though… It doesn’t have a zipper, either!” For a moment, the fox debated actually asking how it opened… Before he could even convince himself not to, though, he felt the rabbit shift and squirm in his arms. His embrace eased and eventually released as she pulled away. A moment later, he heard some fabric rustle… then, he saw something that caused his heart to skip a beat! “It’s a pull-over!” she proudly proclaimed, holding the garment in one hand, brightly smiling as she faced the fox. “I just pull it over my head, pop my arms in the holes, and presto! I’m ready for a night on the town! Or, a day! Whichever!”

The fox had become tense, all over again. He could see that Lola was keeping herself covered with his bed sheet… but, the thought that she had removed her sole garment right in front of him was kind of… exciting, in a way. Maybe, a little… too exciting… As far as he knew, she wasn’t wearing anything but a smile, then. Well… and, probably some kind of underwear… Preferably, some sort of cute underwear, he found himself thinking…

“Anyway!” she said, casually tossing the garment on the floor beside them. “That’s how I do that! Brrr… Did it just get chillier, in here?” The bunny tugged at the bed sheets, snuggling into them a little tighter as she continued to smile over to her bedmate. “This room must be terrible, during the winter!” “I… it’s… a-actually not so bad…” the fox said, trying to start a conversation. “Woody k-keeps a little space heater in the closet and…” “Say, that reminds me!” The rabbit sat up slightly. For a moment, Joseph thought she would lose the sheet… but, she seemed to be completely aware of where it lay on her body, at all times as she had no problem keeping herself covered herself, from the chest down.

“How does the sleeping arrangement work, around here?” she continued. “I’ve seen Woody, in here, a lot… but, I’ve seen you, in here, too! Do you guys swap around, a lot? Have you ever shared the bed? What do you like more: The bed or the couch? Which does he like?” “Uuh…” Joseph’s ears perked, a look of mild confusion on his face. “We… swap out, once-in-a-while. Or, like… if he’s had a really hard day at work, I might just give him the bed. Sometimes, he does the same thing for me, even though he gets home later and works longer…” “I see, I see!” she said with a nod. “Honestly… I’m pretty good with the couch or the bed but I think Woody prefers the bed. The mattress is a little more firm and there’s a lot more room.” “Room enough for two people!” she cheerfully added. “Maybe, even more!” “Heh. Ye–” The fox tensed, again. Those questions had done a good job of distracting him… but, when she’d made mention of how many people she thought would fit in the bed, he was suddenly reminded of the fact that she was there and, more specifically, that she was not wearing much of anything, other than the sheets.

“I had a roommate, once!” Lola commented. “Porky and I– oh! Do you know who Porky Pig is?” He gave a stiff nod… “Great! Well, anyway, Porky and I went to this con, over on the east coast, and we had to share a room, together. I wanted to watch movies with him between con days but he always passed and headed into the bathroom… I dunno why! All he ever did in there was sleep or shower! I guess he liked sleeping in the tub! Maybe I should have offered him the bed, though… But, it seemed like it never came up! He was almost always in the bathtub or somewhere in the con… Have you ever had a roommate? Before Woody, I mean! Roommates are great, if you have a great roommate! But, sometimes, they’re not so great. Like, this one time…”

And, before the fox knew it… he was listening to Lola ramble.

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