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melonkooky · 5 years ago

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stray kids reaction - their s/o getting shipped with another idol

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genre: fluff, only a lil bit of angst

author’s note: i tried to imagine how i feel the members would react realistically, so sorry if you guys were hoping for more angst or jealousy... this is how i think they would, of course there’s the likely chance that they might react differently. that’s the beauty of fanfiction!!

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bang chan

“this is so weird!” you yelled suddenly.

chan walked out of the kitchen where he was preparing some snacks. you and him were going to have a movie night and chan offered to get the snacks. you had gotten the drinks and were already sitting on the couch waiting for him. that’s when you decided to pick up your phone. and you came across some unusual posts on social media. you felt awkward and uncomfortable in a way, how were you ever going to talk to them again?

“what?” chan asked, setting down the snacks.

you handed him your phone, burying your face into a pillow.

chan simply laughed. sure, he didn’t like the idea of you being with another idol. but chan wasn’t necessarily jealous. besides, your reaction to the ship was enough comfort for him, seeing as you didn’t like it that much either.

you glared at him, taking your phone back. “you’re not jealous?”

chan laughed again before confidently (and slightly jokingly) saying. “nope. i don’t have any competition.”

lee minho

you were browsing around on the internet, as you do on a lovely saturday afternoon. you were relaxing after having a rather busy week. you had a movie on in the background but of course you paid no attention to it. there were articles circulating around the news about you and another idol being shipped together: dating rumors. you and minho were still a secret.

suddenly, a body was thrown onto the bed, and then a pained grunt. “my back.” your boyfriend whined.

then his head was resting on your shoulder. “what are you doing?” he asked you, peering at your phone screen.

you were unsure of how minho was going to react, so you didn’t say much. “just reading.”

but minho already saw the headlines. “you and [said idol]? nonsense.” he said, his cheeks flushing red.

you giggled. “are you jealous?”

“i don’t know jealousy. i just know that [said idol] has no chance, whatsoever, of being with you. not when you’re dating someone as amazing as me.”

you knew minho was jealous and was only teasing, so you laughed and turned off your phone before placing a kiss on his head. “whatever you say.”

seo changbin

changbin actually came across all the articles and social media posts about you and another idol being shipped together himself. his eyes widened at the headlines, and then when he clicked on them and saw the supposed pictures of you being spotted with them, he scoffed. “that’s me!” he yelled, “not [said idol].”

that’s when you entered the room. you looked at him as you sat down. “what’s happening?”

“have you not seen them yet? you’re getting shipped with [said idol]. and they used this picture as ‘evidence’.”

you laughed too, recalling the very day, and the date that you and changbin went on together. “that’s you.”

“that’s exactly what i said. but why [said idol]? like, why not me?”

“i guess we’re just really good at hiding and disguising ourselves. we haven’t been ‘spotted’ seeing each other secretly.”

changbin glared at the phone, then he sighed. “he’s a nice guy too.”

you smiled. “don’t worry about it, changbin.” then you kissed his cheek. “you’re the one that has my heart.”

hwang hyunjin

the thing was you were only friends with the idol. in fact, you and them had been friends for a long time, and yet just now the media began producing articles about you and them dating. you thought it was annoying actually, especially because you were dating hyunjin.

one afternoon, hyunjin sat down next to you on the couch, his phone in his hand. “have you seen those articles about you and [said idol]?”

you looked at him, feeling a little worried about how he was going to react, “yeah.”

“ah, okay.” he said leaning away, still scrolling on his phone. hyunjin’s heart was aching, and it didn’t help that you didn’t seem too bothered by the supposed rumors.

you pouted and cuddled into his side. “stop looking at the articles.” you took his phone and set it aside. “you know they aren’t true.”

“still, you’ve known them for a long time, much longer than you’ve known me.”

“hwang hyunjin, don’t forget that i’m dating you, not them. you’re the one that i’m in love with right now, not them.” you kissed him, hoping to take his mind off of it. “now, let’s watch a movie.”

han jisung

you came across the articles one night while laying next to jisung. you were a little shocked being one of the people the article is about because it wasn’t true. and you knew that. you sighed and shook your head. jisung heard your sigh and turned his attention towards you. you had forgotten jisung was next to you.

your cheeks flushed slightly. “i’m getting shipped with [said idol].”

jisung looked at you with confusion on his face. you showed him your phone and watched as his eyes danced around the screen. without a word, jisung sat up next to you, taking your phone. “you and [said idol]?”

you felt bad for jisung, your heart ached. after a long moment of silence, you weren’t sure what jisung was thinking. you watched him carefully as he used your phone to look at the media’s pictures that were being used as evidence. it was nonsense.

“jisung?”

he gave you your phone back before wrapping his arms around you. “i trust you.” he said. “i know you love me, and i love you. so those articles are irrelevant to me now.”

you blushed before cuddling into jisung, feeling relieved.

lee felix

felix had been much quieter than normal during the day. you weren’t sure if it was just one of those days, or if he was actually feeling bothered by something. you didn’t understand why, and you were scared to bother felix even more.

after letting him have his time alone, you finally approached him. “felix,” you asked timidly. you crawled onto the bed, sitting next to him.

felix removed the earphones that were playing music. “hey.” he said quietly.

“do you want to talk? are you okay?”

felix met your eyes and saw the concern in them. he felt silly for letting something so small and so fake bother him. he sighed. “i just saw that there are rumors circulating about you and [said idol] dating, and i guess i just was bothered by them.”

“felix, you know that’s not true.”

“i know, i was just a little jealous.” felix admitted. “[said idol] is a really nice guy.”

you shook your head and cuddled into his side, wrapping your arms around him torso. “but [said idol] isn’t you.” you whispered, hugging him tightly.

kim seungmin

you were getting more and more annoyed at everyone. first it started as a picture of you, because of course the paparazzi caught you on a day where you were lazy and didn’t exactly hide your face, getting out of a black car, where someone else was in as well. it was seungmin of course, but fans and not-so-fans were quick to assume who it was. soon the picture was everywhere and then articles and more pictures began circling the internet. and of course you happened to be shipped idols you were friends with as well. never seungmin.

seungmin walked into the kitchen where you were, making yourself a snack, when you groaned and tossed your phone to the side. “what’s wrong?” your kind boyfriend asked.

you looked at him, all anger melting away. “they won’t stop. they keep trying to prove that i’m dating [said idol]. it’s not true and i can’t do anything about it.”

“[said idol].”

seungmin hardly felt jealous. he was the kind and trusting type of boyfriend. but the fact that they never linked you and him together was annoying. “well, those people don’t know what they’re talking about.”

your boyfriend pulled you into a comforting hug. seungmin tried not to think about [said idol] and you together. “just don’t worry about it.” he tired to listen to his own advice.

“i love you.” you mumbled into his shirt.

“i love you too.”

yang jeongin

much to your surprise, jeongin was laughing at all the rumors and articles, mainly because of how stupid they sounded. most of the time, the people that posted about you and [said idol] dating sounded like they were making things up, pulling things out of the air, all in an effort to get people to believe that you and them were dating. you were, at first, annoyed at jeongin for not taking it seriously, but as he read articles and posts to you, highlighting the sentences and phrases that didn’t make sense or sounded so fake, you couldn’t help but laugh too.

“oh my god.” you said holding your stomach and laughing. “that’s not even grammatically correct.”

jeongin laughed before leaning against you, holding his phone in front of your face. “wait, listen to this one.” he read another nonsense article, before laughing again.

“sometimes the media annoys me.” you admitted. “they do things like this that actually annoy the ones they’re writing about.”

jeongin nodded. “especially if they aren’t true.”

“so you’re not jealous at all, about [said idol] and i?”

jeongin shook his head. “nope. i know you love me.” he sang cutely with redness in his cheeks.

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boogiewrites · 6 years ago

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A Girl Walks Into A Bar 11

Characters: Declan Harp x Bella Fiore (OFC)

Summary: Modern Declan harp AU. Saturday Night at a music festival is always wild. Will that carry over into Bella and Declan’s behavior?

Warnings/Tags: Language. Drugs. BED SHARING. Cuddling. Mutual Pining! Growing FEELINGS. Dancing. Drunk/High Bella. Declan making her a mess, and the feeling is mutual. It rains, they get wet. Romantic tropes.

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The next to last sunrise they’d see together in the van is wide awake and beaming over the festival. The sites around them beginning to shake off the sleep and whatever else they’d gotten into the night before. The parties after the shows had gone on well into the wee hours of the morning, but Bella nor Declan heard a peep.

She wakes up before he does to the sound of one of the hippies next door. The sound makes her ears twitch as she takes in a deep breath and lets her eyes open at their own lazy pace. She’s met with a close-up view of Declan’s beard, his face pressed against her forehead. She takes inventory of her limbs, arms held in close and protectively to her body, but her leg thrown over his hip completely. His tree trunk sized thighs rest between her legs, a long branch of an arm over her shoulder and back, and a still softly breathing mouth against her skin under a messy canopy of fluffy half-formed curls. He was warm, soft and hard in all the right places. The early spring giving way to him shedding his winter weight, but still not having completely melted away yet. The same could be said for her. But next to him, especially so close, his shoulders seeming twice the breadth of her own she couldn’t help but feel very small and dainty next to him, whether the size of her ass reflected that notion or not.

She was surprised at herself, almost proud really, at how she was letting someone else in, to literally and figuratively get so close. But Declan had certainly put in the work to get to this point. Lying so close to him now, her fingers being brave and venturing to reach out and touch his chest, the expanse of hair there as soft as the blankets that rubbed up against their skin. She tilts her head back, the tuft of his beard, longer on his chin and coming to a point tickles her nose as she brushes against it. He resettles without much interruption onto the pillow and she takes her time drinking in his sun-kissed skin in the morning light.

Even though his appearance was something she’d never denied was aesthetically pleasing, seeing him so close it was impossible to deny his charms. With his hard and intimidating brow now completely lax, a line of black lashes fanning across his scar that ran over his eye, just visible in the right light under his lashes, next to a trio of tiny moles. His natural face structure held no real softness, sturdy bones, and a strong pointed nose, everything coming to a V point to his hidden chin. But she knew all his softness lie within his dark and golden eyes. She’d never been able to meet them and not feel a bit of flush to her cheeks as the genuine emotion emoted from them always caught her off guard. His ability to be fully himself had wowed her and the honesty he gave her in spades only made her want to return it back to him. And she was trying.

She found herself pushing out of her comfort repeatedly for this man. And now, in his arms after this weekend together it was all starting to make sense as to why. Her sleepy half-lidded eyes look him over and sigh out a sound that meant so many things. Frustration mostly. Frustration for her own hang-ups, wondering why she couldn’t just let herself put herself out there so boldly. He was the kind of guy that even if he wasn’t interested in her in the same way, they could still be friends afterward. She felt this fact only making her consider him as a very serious option more. She licks her lips, watching his twitch as a small snort escapes them, making her smile and his nose twitch. How could he be so undeniably sexy and still be so cute? She wondered. Maybe after this trip, she’d tell him she was starting to have real feelings for him. Things she thought she wouldn’t feel again. And certain things that scared her. But having been alone for so long, she was having to relearn how to be with someone. Not just romantically, but in the intimate way friends grew close, the way you let your guard down around someone, let them see you not at your best. And she was proud for breaking through the physical touch barrier between them, as it was always a hard one. And doing this now, in a way that didn’t pressure her to make any decisions was helping her make them that much quicker.

She feels a tug in her chest, realizing the trip was almost over. Then she’d be back to being alone. And she really didn’t want to be anymore.

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“On an empty stomach huh?” Declan asks, pulling in his boots as Bella sat with crossed legs, knocking back a shot on the bed.

“Yep. It’s Saturday, the big one. Gonna hit everything hard today.” She gives another nod, fumbling around for a lighter. It’s also to help her forget the way the sun is hitting his dark golden hair, the way his smile made her stomach flutter far more than any alcohol did. But she didn’t think she should share that with the class just yet. Keep your cards to your chest, Bell, she tells herself. Let’s just drown out this incessant need growing in our loins and chest with booze and denial. It’d been working so far.

“Just… don’t get sick and have it ruin your day.” He says before sitting back on his hands, his long legs in his canvas pants stretched outside the van.

“You act like you’ve not seen me drink before Declan.” She answers with not totally unearned confidence.

“I’m acting this way BECAUSE I’ve seen you drink.” He says with a judgmental eyebrow raise.

“You ready?” She asks, ignoring his paternal worry.

“When you are.” He says, hands slapping to his knees before they smoke and wander back into the field.

———

With the booze, the physical contact becomes second nature between them. Holding hands, touching while speaking, picking at each other and Bella’s bad tipsy habit of smacking him when he was being his usual charming goofy self. This led to the bright idea of solving Bella’s usual challenges with his own height advantage.

“I can’t see shit.” She grumbles, sipping on a drink and pouting. “I said those other girls were stupid to wear those big platforms but I get it now.” She admits with a wide sweeping arm as she looks around at the sea of people.

Declan stands behind her with his hands on her shoulders, keeping track of her and not blocking her view himself. He looks around, seeing over everyone’s heads with his 6’4” advantage. He saw no places where he could get her up higher and breathes out noisily.

Bella feels the weight of his palms burn on her bare shoulders. Her white sleeveless shirt feeling the breeze through it the same as the heat from his hands. She takes another drink, eyes looking to see his over sized mitts engulfing her frame that was almost a foot shorter than his. His long fingers reach far down her chest innocently, but it makes her very aware of the lack of coverage she wears under her shirt. A raising of goosebumps across her bare legs that she knows isn’t from any wind chill brushes against her cut off denim shorts and fades into her boots. She takes a deep breath, gulping at the intrusive thought of just how big he was. She’d never met a guy so tall...so...large before. He was not only tall, but there wasn’t a bit of gangliness to him in his long, lean limbs. He was what she’d call stacked. Filled out and broad, a masculine body that looked like he could’ve been a Demigod if she was being honest with herself. And at this moment, with alcohol in her veins she was. With an exaggerated lick of her lips, head turned and so close to his fingers she just wanted in her mouth she has a much more appropriate idea.

“Declan?” She asks, head shooting up and looking at him.

“Mmm?” He answers still trying to figure out how to get her to see anything.

“How about I go up?” She says with raised brows before turning to face him.

“Up where?” He asks, giving her his full attention now.

“On you ya behemoth.” She gives a big friendly smile that he hopes isn’t just from the booze.

“We can do that.” He says with an accepting nod. “You’ll have to put your drink down though.”

She frowns but accepts his ultimatum. They manage with great success to her surprise to get her onto his shoulders. She tries not to grab ahold of his hair like a horses reigns and manages to feel secure, hunching over his head as those damned big hands of his rest so casually on her thick thighs.

“Ya okay up there drunky Brewster?” He asks with a laugh, head turning to speak to her, his lips entirely too close to her inner thighs for her body to not respond in an unwelcome way with the amount she’d drunk.

“I'm good.” She curtly answers.

“Ya being awful quiet now.”

“I’m trying not to fall to my certain death off your bigfoot sized body Declan.” She says in a sassy retort and he smirks.

“This bigfoot body is letting you see the stage right now, best not tempt it to sit you back down huh?” She bounces with his chuckles as the heat from his breath finally moves away from her quickly slickening skin. Sweat that was building for many different reasons gathers on her sturdy legs, his hands not staying in one place for too long and she wonders if he’s as aware of the position of their bodies as she is. She looks to the stage, only at the mentioning of it remembering the point of getting up on him in the first place.

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As he moved around after the set was over, her still keeping her cool and being slightly soberer she learns to move with his body instead of fearing it. He casually slaps a beat on her thighs, even after she threatens to choke him out-and she could do it if she wanted!

“Declan.” A familiar whine in her voice he hears.

“Yeah?” He says with a drawn-out delivery.

“I gotta pee.” She states, looking at the line for porta potties in the distance.

“Alright, we’ll head that way. Don’t pee on me please.” He snickers.

“Ah man, you’re not into that? Totally misread you on that one.” She jokes and grins to herself.

“I’m into plenty of things but that is NOT one of them.” He fully laughs and shakes his head, his curls tickling her thighs and making her wonder about what those other things are that he IS into. Before she can manufacture a clever and coy question to get more out of him, he’s kneeling to let her down. “Here we are, Miss Daisy.” He grunts, her hopping off his shoulders like playing leapfrog as she stumbles only slightly, both pretending his head didn’t bump up against her ass on the landing. Not that he minded.

She stands with her lips in a tight line, surveying where the line ends. “Yeah...this isn’t gonna work.” She says with a wrinkle to her nose as she feels the effects of the alcohol building in her bladder.

“What do you mean?” He says with a side eye her way.

“I’m not gonna be able to wait that long.” She says slowly, eyes scanning out into the less crowded field.

“I don’t think you have much of a choice? Unless you wanna go full toddler and pee your pants.” He grins. “You’re not even drunk enough to get any pity from it.” He teases.

“I’ll figure it out.” She says with a determined nod, reaching out and grabbing his hand and leading him up and embankment. No one would be in the valley of these small rolling hills because you couldn’t see anything from them. So she sidesteps down a grassy bank and waddles up to a line of bushes. “Tada!” She says, hands out and presenting the shrubbery proudly. “I just need you to be my lookout.” She says her fingers already fiddling with her black western style belt.

“Lookout? You’re really gonna pee in a bush just this far from the toilets.”

She blinks, a flat look to her face and in her tone as if she didn’t understand the statement. “Yes.” She plainly states before moving into the now rustling greenery.

“Fucks sake.” He sighs and shakes his head.

“Don’t peek!” She says in a playful voice.

“Wasn’t gonna.” He says, standing and doing his assigned duty.

“So many pokey bits.” She mutters to herself and hears him laugh.

“Not used to getting so intimate with the great outdoors huh?” He muses.

“I’m not you! I can’t just whip it out and piss and be on my merry way!” She says defensively, now in a full squat and thankful she hadn’t worn a body suit.

“True. It is a perk to having a penis.” He chuckles to himself and nods.

“Gotta brush off the 'ol shake and drip dry technique.” She says as she tries to pull her shorts forward and keep her balance while also pushing away a rather cheeky branch. “Good thing I’m not a sprayer.”

“Bella.” He laughs loudly and closes his eyes at her endearing odd choice of oversharing.

“What?” He hears a giggle. “We’re like best friends now Declan. We can’t share these things with each other?” She says with her usual spirited defensiveness.

“Well... I’m not either then.” He informs her.

“See? That wasn’t too hard.”

“I don’t think out of the two of us you’re the one to be preaching about sharing things about yourself with people.”

“Straight for the fuckin' jugular D, DAMN.” She says as she hops out and finishes latching her belt.

“You started it.”

“Oh my, insulting AND childish?!” She says with two hands to her chest “My goodness Declan how are you still single?” She taunts and he rolls his eyes, giving her a smile that accepts her rib. She shoves his arm before taking it and heading back into the crowd.

—————-

The sun had set and the breeze was welcome against the sweat covered skin of everyone in the crowd. Declan takes the long way and waits in line to use the bathroom, at this point mostly to tease Bella as she’s peed twice now in a bush and already had three drinks since the last time. She was a bopping, cheerful little thing when he left her to meet up with her friend Joey.

“Ya already run off the big guy?” Joey grins, a matching boat drink in her hand to Bella’s. Two curly straws between glossed lips set in flirtatious smiles.

“Nah he’s in line for the bathroom.”

“Good. I’d like to look at that one again.” She smirks. “Or am I not allowed to?”

“It’s a free country supposedly so go for it.”

“Well, are you?”

“How could I not he’s huge?” She chuckles.

“You KNOW that’s not what I meant.” she side-eyes Bella.

“And I am choosing not to discuss it.” She retorts with a toss of her hair.

Joey gets closer and tips the drink up as Bella sips. “Need more alcohol in you girl. Loosen up some. Enjoy yourself. YOLO as the children say.” She laughs. “He fine. You fine. Get you a big boy that can handle all this ass.” She grins with her tongue stick out and bouncing one cheek of Bella’s admittedly big behind. “Show him some of those moves from class, he can handle it.”

“I know he could handle it.” She feels her face flush and she knew it wasn’t just from the alcohol.

“Girl look at you, you’re blushing like a grade schooler! You like him don't you?” She inquires with a tilted head and invading Bella’s personal space.

“Yeah I might and that’s why I’m hesitant to throw this at him.” She smirks.

“WHY? He seems nice. Got kind eyes.”

“Because I don’t LIKE people Joey.” She states obviously.

“You like me.” She says with an obvious tone, her hand to her chest.

“Yeah. You’re fun. And taught me how to split on a dick so…” they both start laughing.

“We’re gonna get you all nice and comfy. This sets gonna come up and it’s gonna be nice and moody and got a good beat and you’re gonna dance with him and-“

“He doesn’t dance.”

Joey blinks rapidly and stands up straight with her hands on her hips. “Won’t or can’t?”

“Says he doesn’t know how.”

“What a perfect situation. You CAN dance.”

“I mean, yeah.”

“Then teach that jolly green giant lookin' thing how to move that big ass around!” She laughs and playfully shoves Bella who knows she’s right.

“I’m gonna get another drink. A strong one. I need it.” Bella groans.

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By the time Declan makes it back to the designated site on the edge of the crowd, the music between sets is going, playing popular songs he doesn’t know. He sees Bella and her mysterious friend with huge novelty cups that are around two feet tall and look like aliens. That would’ve been the most eye-catching thing if one of Bella’s favorite songs hadn’t been playing.

The two girls are being eyed and approached by guys from all sides, one by one circling and closing in. Much to Declan’s relief they both shoo them away or shout and flip them off if they find their intrusion in ill taste.

“We’ve been doing this one in class.” Joey days, both girls half bent and shaking their asses as it seemed the song called for.

“Hey biggums! Took you long enough!” Joey says seeing him approach.

“Hey. I see you two are doing fine without me.”

“Nah. More fun with you here I’m sure. Right Bella?”

“Yep.” She says with a wrinkled nose and a face that was drunk, but not wasted and most importantly happy.

“So this...class you teach?” He begins with a polite and hesitant tone.

“Uh huh.” Joey grins and Bella giggles as they both drop down low and laugh.

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with...this sorta thing would it?” he motions to them both dancing.

“It would! He’s so perceptive!” She laughs and turns to Bella.

“He actually is. It’s annoying.” She gives him a wink and a laugh as she shakes her hips in front of Joey who is now behind her and smacking her butt both entirely casual and sipping and drinks while doing so.

“Involves poles though.” She finally admits. “But there’s floor routines too. I mean I teach a few classes but Bella was in my pole dancing class.”

“You were in a pole dancing class?” He gives her a teasing look.

“Yes I was and it was fun and a GREAT workout and I was good at it. Thank you very much.” She says proudly, sipping at her drink, ass still wobbling as her free hand is on her knee.

“She’s not lying. She got rhythm for a white girl.” Joey laughs.

“I’ll take it!” Bella says with a nod.

“Tall thing like you would have an advantage of getting up high on the pole.” Joey says with an almost genuine tone.

“Bet you’d wear the shit out of some platform heels.” Bella retorts and they both laugh. “God, you’d be 8 feet tall!” She says shaking her head.

“I’m afraid I'd break an ankle.” He jokes back. “If I didn’t break a hip trying to do...THAT first.” He motions to the back to back twerking they were still doing, both unceremoniously moving in ways Declan hadn't seen anyone outside of music videos do before.

“Not everyone can do this.” Bella informs with a playful shake of her tail feathers his way. He was thankful for the comedic tone so it would offset the way he couldn’t look away from her thick thighs and round ass wobbling in her denim cut-offs. He wondered if she had those tiny little black panties on underneath for a moment before trying to get ahold of himself. It was like he was being hypnotized. “But everyone CAN dance I think.” She says finally standing and taking a deep breath followed by another long drink from the novelty cup. “And I’m gonna get you to before this trip is over.” She says with a determined grin and raising her glass his way, her hips swaying effortlessly as she walked towards him. “Gonna loosen you up yet D.” She laughs and gives his butt a joking slap that makes him jump at the unexpectedness of it.

“If you’re gonna hit me I guess I have to say yes don’t I?”

“Best just always agree with me. Just to be safe.” Her face is light and fun, a smile that reaches her eyes as she bites her tongue and slaps his ass again. Wanting to grab a handful and see exactly what he was working with. If the rest of his firm thick body was any indication, she’d like to see him bent over and trying to shake what she was sure was a juicy behind.

“Watch the hands Miss Bella, my goodness.” He says with faux innocence she laughs loudly at and gives him another pat. “What if I did that to you?” He says with high brows, looking down at her with a scolding expression.

She stops, puts a hand on her hip and takes a dramatic sip of her drink. “I guess you’d have to do it and just find out huh?” She challenges.In a lucky break for him, her cool and confident demeanor is broken by the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. “Uh oh.” She mutters.

“That’s no good.” Joey says finally interrupting their little quip off.

“Nope.” Declan frowns.

“It’ll hit you first so let me know when it starts raining.” Bella teases and pats his shoulder.

Not long after clouds move over and they all sigh heavily. Most of the crowd isn’t phased but a few start clearing out. “Looks like it is.” She says, eyes squinting as he feels droplets on his face.

“Looks like this dance off turned into a wet t-shirt contest.” Joey laughs.

“More like a mud wrestling pit out here soon.” Bella remarks, looking at the crowd while Declan’s eyes pass over her thin white shirt that makes him look away and seem to be studying the crowd as he rubs his neck.

“You wanna find someplace to get some cover?” He asks.

“And miss an opportunity to get close to the stage when everyone clears out? Nah.” Bella says confidently.

“A true fan.” Joey praises and puts her hand to her chest.

“I’m not afraid of a little rain.” Bella proudly proclaims.

——

It’s been half an hour and the show was running that far behind, no one wanting to begin with the threat of storms. The lights on the stage were still bright and shifting in the darkness, both Declan and Bella now soaked, but closer to the stage. Joey had tapped out a while ago.

They continue their tipsy conversation, huddled with the other more dedicated fans. Bella stands with her arms crossed over her chest, but it was a poor tactic for covering her now transparent shirt. Declan was attempting to be a gentleman and not gawk. But he could see she had two nipple piercings now, little circles prominent under the soaked wet shirt and he admitted it was one of the more erotic things he’d ever seen in his life.

A final signal of the inevitable news to come, a loud and violent lightning strike hits close to the field and Bella lets out a sigh. With it, a large portion of the crowd starts to move, and she knows they should too.

“Alright.” She mumbles. “Can’t have you getting struck by lighting you big rod.” She says, taking his hand and nodding for him to follow her.

“Where we goin'?” He asks, her feet moving quick paced.

“Back to the van. They’ll cancel or postpone with lightning. It’s been going on too long now forn it to stop anytime soon.”

“Kay.” He happily agrees, already feeling cold from the rain.

Another bolt strikes and she jumps. “Hell.” She says looking up at the sky. The crowds around them now moving faster. She gives him a wide eyed glance.

“You wanna run?” He asks with a challenge fueled by a tiny streak of fear.

“Totally.” She agrees and takes off.

Both heaving by the time they make it back to the van, the light is on inside the RV next to theirs and they know the hippies have settled in as well.

Declan fumbles with the keys and gets the door open.

“We need to change. We’ll soak the bed.” Bella says loudly as the rain was now pouring.

“Get in there.” He says with a nod of his head. “You first just don’t leave me out here long please.”

She nods and moves fast, changing into the tank top and pajama short combo she’d been sporting for bedtime. “Get in biggin’!” She says while rolling the door open and shutting it behind him. “I’ll turn and dry my hair a bit and you can change, that cool?”

“Fine with me. Just don’t ogle my goodies.” He scolds.

“You take all the fun out of it.” She whines and another rumble and bolt carried on outside. She takes a small towel to her hair and gets the excess out, piling it on her head and braiding it to make it curl later.

Declan flips on the bed next to her.

“Want me to get your hair?” She asks before she turns, finding him in his low side cut shirt and loose, soft shorts.

“Would you? Shaking like a dog might get me slapped.” He grins.

“C’mere ya big pup.” She tells and leans over the bed to grab another towel. With him facing her now crossed legged on the bed he misbehaves and checks out her ass as she leans over, some cheek showing and a potential flash of a tattoo for a moment. “I’ll do your hair up to. We can be big curly babies together.” She declares, her hands working fast on the curtain of hair he’s flopped over, once again catching a glimpse of her shaking chest as she worked. Two very hard from the cold nipples and their matching piercings greet him at eye level as she moves. He wonders why he was torturing himself.

She had gone into a delightful lull from the alcohol. Having had some water, not just from the rain, and ate some snacks they settled into a night of listening to the rain pound away at the metal of the van. Even if they hadn’t been smoking and using the bottom opening windows to their advantage it would’ve been one of the most peaceful moments she’d known in a long time. With only the light of the string of twinkling bulbs around the bed, wanting to save energy with the solar power, they were nestled together in a glorious cocoon of comfort.

The storm had died down, the rain still heavy but the threat from the lightning long since passed, having not heard it in over an hour now. They sit and listen to the music they would’ve heard had the event not been postponed and a mood is set that neither mind. The dreamy tones of Tame Impala programmed from Bella’s phone, the vibration from the sound synced from the speakers of the van thuds through them. The orange glow of the end of a joint as they take drags that give an eerie radiance and cozy aesthetic.

Bella is fully relaxed, leaning back with half-lidded eyes against the wall and her pillows. The smoke from a slowly dying cherry wisping across her knuckles as she lets her mind wander. The admittedly sensual music choice sends her body somewhere else, the THC now fully working on her senses as she exhales softly, fingertips tingling and now acutely aware of how the fabric of her clothes rubbed against her skin. She felt good, her head tilted back against the wall, lips parted and eyes shut, chest at a steady rise and fall, her skin still tight from the cold of the rain earlier, her feet rubbing against each other as she lets out a noisy sigh at the feeling.

“You going to just keep that or do I get any more?” Declan asks the totally dazed looking Bella, knowing she was in her own little world, hesitant to pull her out of it.

“Oh shit.” she mumbles, handing it back to him. “I was totally gone.” she smiles softly, her head turned his way and watching him with a dreamy expression that wasn’t all from the high.

“Yeah I could tell.” his voice was judgmental but his face was amused.

“Yeah I’m…” she gives a big closed mouth smile. “Really high.” one single giggle escapes before she licks and bites her lips. He wondered if it was her or the weed that was making his chest flutter.

“Lemme catch up then.” he gives a nod before taking a long drag and holding, smoke escaping his nostrils like a dragon as he keeps in a cough. His attempt to look smooth fails as he lets out a big cough, bending forward and covering his mouth.

“Don’t gotta try to be cool for me.” Bella smiles softly, reaching out to rub his back. Her hand feels so warm against him, staying bent to keep her hands on him for a moment.

Once his breath is caught, he sits back up, but her hand remains, now light and slow on the nape of his neck, nails teasing into his hairline. He hits it a few more times, trying to lose the edge he felt for having her touch him so softly, and it slowly fades, everything melting into that warm and fuzzy goodness. With the lax mood, both now faded and indulgent, he lets out a deep grunt that makes her open her eyes and smile.

“That good?” she asks with a sweet, quiet voice.

“Mmmph.” he answers and doesn’t move, keeping his head hanging down.

“Here. Don’t wanna half ass a good scratch.” she tugs the hair tie out of his hair, still damp but now curly and loose as it fell past his shoulders. “You deserve some good rubbin’ anyway.” she softly admits, her mouth pouring out the words without a filter that she usually kept in place. Her fingers snake up the back of his head, rounded and substantial nails digging their way up to his scalp.

He’d blame the high after the fact, but the fact of the matter was that it just felt so damn good. “Fuck.” he groans, a giggle escaping from her and a flush across her cheeks from the suggestive nature and the honesty of the sound.

“Yeah I know, it’s good. No man is immune to it.” she chuckles, moving to sit up on her knees next to him, him still long-legged and bent as her hands get into the crown of his head.

“Ungf.” he grunts in agreement. He lets out a loud sigh, his head being gently moved and bobbed under her direction. This was better than sex he thought to himself. It was nostalgic, it felt amazing, and after feeling tense from being out all day, it was so nice to let go and surrender to the pleasure of it. She strokes it back, sleepy looking eyes and a soft smile he can’t see, growing jealousy of his hair as her fingers tingle at the feel of its softness.

“Your hair is gorgeous.” she let’s out, playing with it, feeling it slide between her fingers and under her palms.

“Thanks.” he grunts.

“It’s so soft.” she almost moans, fingertips moving past his scalp and onto his face, rubbing at his forehead and temples. “You’ve got a real lion’s mane going on.” she continues, playing and scratching, rubbing and tugging. “And it even smells good.” she confesses, the strands not even a foot from her face. “Don’t even have to style it I bet. Just wash it and go. You asshole.” she laughs, her face falling into his hair. He feels her breath over his skin and it prickles in response.

“Call me whatever you want as long as you keep doing this.” he gives a cheeky grin she can’t see. “Might put me to sleep though.”

“Too early to sleep.” she teases. “Lemme wake ya up.” She takes her nails and goes hard on him, all over and he lets out another groan.

“Fuckin’ ung, Bells…” he grunts and she sighs contently.

“Gonna make my ego blow up with those noises.”

“Blow it the fuck up.” he grumbles and she gives a bashful grin.

“You want more?” a small and gentle voice asks him.

“Yes. Please.” he says stretching either side of his neck.

“Here. Lemme get closer. Easier than you laying on me.” she says, moving and without any hesitation, he can feel her straddle his legs. His eyes flutter open at the contact, thighs thick, soft and warm on him, his hands freezing and being unsure of where to rest now. But she seemed self-assured and comfortable, hands getting right back to work and he doesn’t even have time to process the feeling before he’s moaning again. He can feel her laugh against him, a gentle shake. “This is the best angle. Hope you don’t mind.” is her way of making sure he doesn’t care.

“Told ya, don’t care if you keep this up.” he smirks and she sees it in the low light, his chin up, head back as his soft lips smile up at her, eyes shut and lashes long over the trio of freckles under his cheek.

“Ay ay.” she teases, watching his eyes flutter behind his lids. Even though she knew it wasn’t the weed to blame, she found herself staring. Her thumbs rubbed his temples, nails still raking across his scalp and making him goo under her hands. Even in the low light his skin was so golden, lips so pink and perfectly pouted. The part of her body that she was thinking with, which was not her brain told her to shove his face into her chest. To hold his head back and kiss that taunting mouth of his. She knew he’d taste like the fruit leather and wine they’d had earlier and she was tempted to give in. To let her nerve endings finally feel his friction against her.

She feels him tense as if he knows what she’s thinking, and for a moment she considers that he might as he shifts and grunts. She tilts her head in amusement of his wrinkled nose.

“Declan?” she whispers, leaning in close to his face. She sees a grin she’s been witness to before. She knows he’s up to no good behind that handsome face.

“What?” his lips turn up into a boyish smile. He keeps his eyes closed as she continues working away on his head.

Her eyes narrow, considering kissing him anyway until the source of the grin is revealed. She sneezes and sticks out her tongue. “Oh God Declan, you didn’t.” he snorts and dramatically gags, the unmistakable smell of a fart finding her nose as he starts to laugh.

“I mean…” he opens his eyes to find her covering her face. “You made me too relaxed!” he claims loudly, grabbing her wrists as she fights his grip.

“No, you are not gonna make me sit and smell it, Jesus christ.” she squeals and tries to escape, legs flying up in the air and rolling on her side as he grabs at her arms.

“It’s not THAT bad!” he cackles, she scrambles against the sheets, and he pounces, grabbing her waist, on his knees and dragging her back on the bed.

“NO!” she squeals and kicks, face lit up and eyes brimming with tears as she laughs and continues to loudly cough and gag. He lets her wiggle free as she plops into the floor. “Christ you are ROTTEN!” she shouts and opens the van door.

He grins broadly, recalling that’s what his mother always told him when he was little and did the same thing. “Oh you’re being dramatic!” he says playfully reaching and tugging at her shirt.

“No!” she giggles and gags, falling out of the van and into the grass.

“Oh my God you’re such a child.” he snorts, sitting on his knees in the floor of the van, watching her fake her own death as the rain came down outside, her squirming on the plush grass.

“It’s a VAN Declan! It’s a giant dutch oven!”

“Such a lightweight.” he rolls his eyes and smiles fully, beaming at her antics. She really was entertaining when she wanted to be.

“I’m much smaller than you.” she reminds him, now just laying on her back in the grass, feeling the rain plink onto her skin.

“That’s fair. Now get back in here.”

“Mmmm. Nah.” she grins, crossing her legs and putting her hands behind her head. “Feels good out here actually.”

“You’re gonna run out of clothes if you keep getting them all wet.” he chuckles.

“And? That’s my problem. Mind your business.” she taunts and takes a deep breath.

“So you’re gonna get sick? Just lay in the rain in the middle of the night?”

“That’s a myth.” she says with a dismissive hand.

“Well maybe I don’t wanna have to sleep with you if you’re freezing and soaked.” he retorts.

“Don’t make me call you a liar.” she teases and wrinkles her nose into a laugh, rolling to move to her knees.

“Oh hardy har har.” he says with a roll of his eyes.

“Maybe I don’t wanna sleep with YOU and your smelly ass.” she shouts and laughs, it shook her whole body which was quickly being distracting and visible under her soaked clothes, her hair half down from the struggle, pieces across her face and shoulders like arrows pointing to the impromptu wet t-shirt contest that was occurring in their square. She was too high and happy to care. So what if he got a peek at her great rack, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to ever happen.

“I can’t call you a liar because that’s entirely possible.” he grins.

“Then get out here with me. Air it out.” she laughs and stands, walking over to him with a happy bounce and outstretched hands.

“I just got dry!” he whines as she grabs his wrists, not budging him at all. She pouts, but it’s quickly changed to a hopeful and bright ecstatic expression as a song she likes comes over the speakers.

“Oh!” she chirps and skips to lunge and turn up the music. “You gotta now!” she rolls out smoothly back to her feet and takes his hands into hers. “It’s Michael Jackson ya gotta.” she begs and her feet start kicking out as ‘I Want you back’ revs up.

“Bella…” he groans.

“I said I was gonna teach you to dance and this is perfect!” she stands up and claps to the beat. “C’mon big boy.” she laughs, rain streaming off her hair as she does the feet work from the video.

“How do you even know this?”

“My mom and I used to dance to it.” she grins and he sees the contagious happiness on her face and gives in to a delighted squeal from her.

“Declannnn!” she claps and jumps taking his hands into hers “Follow my lead. Watch my feet.” she starts simple, in and out building up to a clap and a stomp. “Find the rhythm. That’s all you gotta do. That’s all it is.” she says with shut eyes, bringing her shoulders and hips into it.

“I don’t have hips like yours how am I supposed to…” he trails off.

“You’re selling yourself short babe!” she chuckles and shakes her head. “You got an ass you just gotta loosen up.” she says with a playful tone. “This is perfect.” The Guardians soundtrack slips into the rotation, ‘Come and Get Your Love’ beginning. “Loosen up, don’t worry about looking stupid at first. Just feel the swing in your hips.” She stands in a simple stance with her elbow bent and hips swinging back and forth. “Bend your knees, arch your back a little, now bring in your shoulders.” With her tongue stuck out in concentration, she watches him find the beat, taking his hands again and moving in sync as her face lights up and he can’t help but want to please her.

“I feel a little dumb.” he admits with a sheepish smile.

“You’re doing great. Stop worrying!” she lets go and shimmy’s her shoulders and bouncing her head and spins, doing little pelvic thrusts that make him laugh as he follows her lead. She applauds and nods in approval. The time passes so quickly, their hearts racing and faces lit up as they both forget the rain and enjoy themselves. -----

“Look at them.” Patty says peeping out of the RV window.

“Well isn’t that just adorable.” he coos.

“Oh young love.” she sighs. “They’re so flippin’ cute I wanna die.” she laughs.

“Used to be able to move my hips like that.” Joe snickers.

“You still can when you get the brown liquor in your dear.” Patty teases. Joe comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her, giving her a kiss to the head. “I bet they’ll get together soon.”

“We makin’ bets now?” He grins.

“Sure.” she nods. “What odds are you taking?”

--- “Perfect!” Bella exclaims as she slides up to Declan’s chest and boldly puts his hands on her hips. “Need to cover slow dancing too.” she says with bright eyes. With the pina colada song playing, he couldn’t help but smile back, feeling his body lose the tension when it thought about touching her. He sees her eyes reflecting the moon that kept peeking through the clouds as the drizzle fell but didn’t dampen anything between them but their skin.

“I went to a school dance I know how to slow dance.” he jokes.

“That’s grade school shit, D.” she shakes her head with disapproval. “I’m talking grown-up slow dancing. This ain’t it.” she chuckles. “You’ve got the most basic…” she follows her own words. “Head to chest, holding hands and hand on the back. Baby stuff.” she chuckles. “You’ve got the real stuff. The stuff that’ll get the girls.” she giggles and put her back to his chest. “Never danced with a guy as tall as you though.” she admits, “So put your hands wherever they hit easiest.” she runs her hands over his on her stomach, “They’re so big.” she titters, in a totally relaxed and playful mood, not a naughty thought in her head yet from the closeness. She’d forgotten what it’d felt like to let your mind go and just have fun with someone, and Declan seemed to be able to bring it out in her.

But his thoughts weren’t as innocent. But how could they be? Her thin also sheer tank top, her wide hips swaying against his and now her hands holding his underneath that chest that clearly showed how cold she was. He gulps as the song fades, not wanting to lose this closeness. And thankfully for him, fate was working in his favor.

“This is like...a top five song for me.” she exclaims, a happy smile as she turns in his arms and takes his hands again.

“I actually know this one.” he says proudly and she gives him a bright smile that makes him swoon as she dances away and he mimics her, arms up and hips knocking side to side, then coming back together for her to wrinkle her nose in excitement and shake their chests together making her laugh. The moment makes him feel bold, he knows the chances of a perfect song coming on again are slim, her smile would fade and they’d go back to lessons, but this moment wasn’t that. He takes her by the waist to her surprise, pulling her flush against him, but her face only goes soft and smiles as he effortlessly keeps her hips in time with his. He spins her out, and back in as she laughs, her hair spinning out and slapping against her skin as she recognizes the warmth of his hands on her, how big those hands were, how small they made her look and feel. A lump grows in her throat, her heart racing and feeling a faintly familiar feeling in her gut she thought she’d lost the ability to feel.

They spin and he leans into her shoulder as her hand reaching up into his hair, blissful shy smiles on both their faces. With a stomach full of butterflies and eyes full of hesitant hope she looks up to him. He wasn’t Swayze, but she certainly felt like Baby with him holding her in his big arms, his hands looking delicate against the lean, flexing muscles. Eyes locked and his looking confident to her bashful ones. She curses the perfect timing, the romantic rain and the light voice of The Weeknd as her breath catches and he feels it. He knows she does do, the tingle across their skin, the goosebumps, and electricity as a song made for a movie about fucking plays from the speakers. Neither pull away, the moment is too ripe, too obvious now. Her fingers begin to slide to his jaw, lashes fluttering in the sudden mood shift, cursing to herself in her head about how good looking he was, how he was taking charge and making a move and she was putty in his arms. She felt alive, a shiver down her spine as he looks to her lips and she follows suit.

But the tingle they both felt was unfortunately not only from the sexual tension but a build up of static in the atmosphere. A sign Declan would’ve surely noticed from his time spent out in nature if he’d been in the mindset to notice. But no, his experience with nature nor women would save the moment now. A bolt of lightning hits in the trees near them. A deafening crack and roar and rumble. Both squeaking, her pulling his hair in her fright, as he squeezes her tight and they both fall into the van, breathless and wide-eyed, and not in the way they had intended.

With one arm still around her back, her legs splayed from being tossed into the floorboard, she was blocked from anything outside the angle by his massive form.

“Are...are we dead?” she asks and sees his eyes flutter before they look down at her.

“I don’t think so.” he says not entirely convinced.

“How would we know?” she asks with a muffled laugh.

“Good question.” he responds relaxing and letting his body flop back and lay against the shelves that held up the bed. “You alright? I didn’t hurt you?” he asks reaching out and pushing her hair back from her face before ruffling it once as she nods in response.

“I’m fine. Just still tingling from that.” she shivers and rubs her legs and bare arms.

From what exactly he wanted to ask. The moment they were just going to ignore or the lightning that almost made them both piss themselves.

“Shit. Now I’ve gotta get dry again.” she mumbles, wringing out her hair before throwing it up in a towel. She scoots to her bags, and groans. “And all my pajamas I’ve worn and are shoved in the laundry bag with the wet stuff.” she pouts like a child, eyes blinking quickly in thought.

“I mean, I’ve got stuff.” he offers with a shrug.

“One of your shirts would be a dress on me.” she gives a small supportive smile. “Here.” she tosses him a towel.”Get changed and I’ll take your scraps.” she grins, moving another towel on the bed to sit on.

“Better put one over your head too. I don’t trust you not to peek.” he teases.

“I’m a man of my word. No peeking.” she shuts her eyes and covers them.

A quick and slick slide out of his clothes, wondering if she was looking since he was butt ass naked and drying off every part of him since the rain did soak him through to what felt like his bones. “‘Kay.” he gives a nod, hands on his knees as he looks her way. “I don’t know how to wrap my hair like that.” he shrugs.

“Here, I’ll show you.” she offers up with no hesitation. She takes hers off, shows him the flip and twist.

“I like this. It’s a good look.” he says fussing with imaginary locks of hair as he flutters his lashes.

“It is.” she nods and adjusts his on his head. “Got anything for me?”

“How about a hoodie? It’ll be cold with getting all wet. It might rain all night so it’s not like you’ll get too hot with this weather.”

“Accepted.” she nods and picks up the item in question he was pointing to. He politely does as she did and covers his eyes. “I might get too hot with you in there though. You’re really warm, dude.” she says with a subtle smile, in this state she didn’t care if he looked. She would’ve preferred it almost because she wasn’t shy about such things. She stared at his hands, and he had to react to her shaking her chest at him so she knew he was behaving. What a shame. Guess that means she had to behave too.

The night goes on without much fuss or awkwardness. Turns out Declan was right about it getting colder. With freshly braided hair they snuggled in under covers, her bare legs, only panties under the hoodie that went down her thighs, her cold feet in their knee-high socks rubbing against his as she shivered involuntarily. He rubs her arms, and she melts into the soft fabric, the smell of him surrounding her even more now, the cuffs up by her face and inhaling as he curled around her. They both minded their business. The nature of that business now, neither was sure. They only knew they liked being close. Cuddling like this, dancing, holding hands. Maybe right now wasn’t the time to admit it or explore where it could go, maybe this strange getaway was making them both forget the repercussions of such things in the real world. But they did know, even Bella, that being together like this felt right.

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I’m REELING! (KH3 Spoilers Big Time)

THEORY: RIKU AND YOZORA ARE THE SAME PERSON! (Yozora is Riku from a few years in the future.)

There is NO WAY you can convince me that Yozora and Riku are not the same person! THEY TOTALLY ARE! THERE ARE TOO MANY SIMILARITIES FOR ME TO DISCOUNT THIS!

So, the obvious eye-catcher is the silver hair in similar cuts and the lighter blue eyes minus the red one than most everyone else in the series. Duh. Whoop-de-do. That’s important, but it’s not the most important. Moving on.

There are quite a lot of memes I’ve seen going around about how Riku looks like Noctis (Night in Latin) from FFXV and I don’t disagree because I wrote a crossover based on those memes, and it’s not like it’s not obvious that Yozora (Night Sky in Japanese) is clearly based on Noctis, especially from his Versus XIII days.

Everybody knows all this stuff by now.

BUT there are way too many design choice similarities between the two characters for their resemblance to be a coincidence.

Allow me to lay forth the evidence for you.

So, here’s Riku:

Just bear this whole look in mind. Which you should do anyway because look at this stud.

So I mentioned to Phoenix (my best friend who I talk about on this blog all the time) that Yozora’s jacket has a stripe on it similar to Riku’s. In placement, not exactly color or style.

And that’s where the idea really started

BUT it launched itself right into the stratosphere when I realized that Yozora and Riku are wearing the exact same gauntlets. (Or, rather, almost the exact same gauntlets.)

I saw this scene:

And look at his gauntlet! Right in the foreground there. Flared wrist, three bands with buttons on the outside, the top band being some sort of different leather---more snakeskin-like.

And now look at Riku’s:

Flared wrist, three bands with buttons on the outside, the top band being different and more snakeskin-like than the leather of the rest. That is WAY too similar to be a simple coincidence (and in this series I don’t believe in coincidences anyway). (His full-body shot at the top also shows the difference in coloring between the top band and the other three bands and clearer shot of the flared wrist.)

Now, are they exactly the same?

No. Yozora’s have holes in the knuckles and some sort of patch on the back of the hand but that doesn’t mean Riku didn’t modify them slightly after spending time wherever he is that looks like Insomnia but we’ll get to that soon.

Also, in the “Yozora is the Master of Masters” theory that I’ve reblogged before, it’s pointed out that Yozora’s jacket sleeve stripe has two crossed Kingdom Keys studded into the bottom of the leathery material:

And I’m adding my own screenshots in case y’all don’t believe me and/or are too lazy to click the link and read the Very Worth The Read theory.

And at first, that was 100% enough evidence to convince me.

Until I looked again and realized that

SORA’S CROWN NECKLACE DESIGN IS ALSO STUDDED INTO THE STRIPE AT THE TOP!

Look at it again, and look at the top instead of the bottom where the Kingdom Key Keyblades are. That is, without a doubt, Sora’s crown design---especially from KH3 with the shorter bottom and more prominent prongs.

Which did even more to convince me that Yozora is Riku.

Especially since that crown appears in the Yozora secret ending again in the bluer-colored world Riku is wandering (as opposed to the redder-colored world Sora appears to be in)

But I’m not done yet! (LOL Infomercial “But wait! There’s more!”)

After I noticed the crown I started watching the Verum Rex trailer much closer. And what did I find?

Yozora’s jacket and trousers have grey-and-white plaid in the same place where Riku has his black-grey-and-white gingham:

Which, IDK, seems important and too similar to dismiss.

Here are better angles:

Note here Yozora’s right boot has a strap just above the ankle similar to where Riku’s boots have a strap as seen in his full-body shot up top and right here below,

IDK it’s worth noting. Leave no stone unturned and all that.

But that’s not all. Look at that wide shot of Yozora on the stairs again. And the one where he’s drifting through pink with White Dress Girl Who Is Totally Not Stella. The full-body shots. Notice the lapels of his jacket. A) They have more plaid, unlike Riku’s, which is interesting. And B) and most importantly There are two buttons on his right lapel (our left) and three on his left (our right).

IDK you can kinda see it better here. The three on his left anyway and the fact that the right lapel flaps directly over the zipper

And that whole design is Just Like Whose?

Riku’s:

Also see his full-body shot up top to see his left side clearer.

Are those enough odd design choice similarities to convince you that none of this is a coincidence or accident?

I sure hope so because this took me ages to put together.

Now, I couldn’t get a good screenshot besides the closeup right above this previous one of Riku and Mickey of Yozora’s shirt, but it IS worth noting that it’s grey/black with a red V-neck collar, similar to how Sora’s shirt is grey with a white V-neck collar. Which I suppose could make the case, coupled with the crown and crossed Kingdom Key studs on the sleeve, that Yozora is actually Sora (I mean, c’mon, name similarity was pointed out in the Toy Story world). Who is dressing like Riku... for reasons. I dunno, to be stronger or something? Sora said in KH2 that he wanted to be like Riku. It could very well be just to fit in wherever it is he’s ended up. Tokyo or Insomnia or Shibuya or wherever I’m not familiar with Japan but I know that building Riku wakes up near looks like the Citadel in Insomnia from FFXV so... for lack of better understanding that’s what I’m rolling with.

BUT, that is kinda flimsy to me and I’m still convinced that Riku is actually Yozora from a year (or a few) into the future who has adapted to being in Totally Not Insomnia.

Also bearing no relevance to this theory, Yozora has pierced ears

while Riku does not, but this actually kinda solidifies for me that it is Riku rather than Sora as piercing his ears to seem edgier or whatever sounds more like something Riku would do especially when in an unfamiliar place.

I also still subscribe to the possible “Riku is the Master of Masters” theory, as well as the “Yozora is the Master of Masters” theory, so having them all be the same person... well, that’s the cherry on top for me. If you believe the MoM is someone else, that’s fine I’m not judging this is just what I think, for now, is making the best case for all three of them being the same person.

So, I know what you’re thinking now: I’ve put together all these similarities between Riku and Yozora’s costume design choices and general aesthetic. Do I have an idea on how Riku grows into Yozora story-wise?

Well, I’m glad you asked!

Yes, I do!

In “Yozora,” the secret ending, we see Riku wandering Totally Not Insomnia with Yozora watching him from the top of Totally Not the Citadel.

Or is he? We can’t see him from Riku’s street-level view since he’s at the top of one of those tall spire/tower things and that’s super high up so I don’t think it’d be easy to see a person up there from the ground anyway.

That being said, it could very well be Riku/Yozora from a year or a few later thinking back on when he first turned up in Not-Insomnia.

BUT, If Yozora IS watching him and IS future!Riku, it could be Yozora making sure Riku ends up going on the right path. (You can see his eyes slightly narrow which could mean he’s either thinking back or watching either way.)

(See? His eyes slightly narrow.)

I think Riku woke up in Not-Insomnia on his search for Sora, who’s still missing, and fell in with Ignis-with-Gladio’s-powers (Aegis?) and Prompto-with-Ardyn’s-Hair-and-Hat (Magia?) Rex calls them that in a demo or something right? and Totally Not Stella who promise to help him find Sora if he helps them with whatever-the-heck their plot is and Riku ends up, more or less, stuck in Not-Insomnia for a good long while. His clothes get a little tattered so he patches them up with different-but-similar materials (to account for the changes) and studs Sora’s Kingdom Key and crown into the sleeve stripes of his jacket to remind him of his goal and what’s up.

So why the one red eye and one blue eye?

Could be a side-effect of Not-Insomnia’s different magic style/the weapons he uses in the Verum Rex trailer are pretty much red in color so they could have an influence on his eye color in order to connect with them. IDK Aegis-not-Ignis’ eyes are green and so are his shield magic things.

OR Riku could also be the MoM and put his other light blue-green eye into the No Name/Gazing Eye Keyblade and replaced it with a red one, who knows yet?

Obviously if Riku is Yozora what happened to his Keyblade? I think Not-Insomnia is in a different universe from the usual KH universe where all the Disney worlds share the same sky and therefore the Keyblade doesn’t work in this other dimension because Not-Insomnia has different rules/magic.

Basic ideas, sure, but for now it’s semi-decent and kinda works and fingers crossed something comes out of it!

#Long post #KH3 Spoilers #Yozora #Riku #KH Riku #Kingdom Hearts #Kingdom Hearts 3 #Kingdom Hearts III #KHIII #KH #KH3 #Phoenix Montgomery #KH Yozora #Verum Rex

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iamthebonecarver · 8 years ago

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CRYING CORNER™ (SJM accent challenge)

Id just like to say ahead of time, Im sorry for the length of the videos and i am sorry you have to click for the link but since i had to post them on youtube due to the size i didnt want them open to everyone so i made it so you can only watch them if you have their links. Also a quick sorry about them being videos but i didnt feel like learning how to post audio files onto tumblr.

SJM ACCENT CHALLENGE #1

CLICK FOR LINK TO THE VIDEO BECAUSE ITS YOUTUBE AND IM LAZY AND YOU CAN ONLY SEE IT IF YOU HAVE THE LINK

I know I did a whole intro already and waaaaayyyy too much babbling but I was tagged by @songbirdsbooks @acourtoftears @wingsofanillyrian

This is the elriel fic I was talking about https://iamthebonecarver.tumblr.com/post/161184198378/the-secrets-of-fate-elriel-oneshot

And then this is the other one I really like the concept of https://iamthebonecarver.tumblr.com/post/161908601458/now-listen-here-fandom

If I missed any other links I said if add, let me know so I can add them.

(While I was copying the questions I realized I didn’t answer one so the answer is yes. I defiantly will be reading the ACOTAR novellas)

Here are the questions I answered: •Name and username •Where are you from? •Pronounce the following words:  Archeron, Rhysand, Cresseida, Thesan, Rhoe Galathynius, Illyrian, Manon, Abraxos, Prythian, Lucien, Ianthe, Suriel, Bryaxis, Cerridwen and Nuala, Elide, Velaris, Rowan Whitethorn, Chaol Westfall, Yrene Towers, Nehemia Ytger, Rifthold, Adarlan, Chrocan, Kaltain Rompier, Sorscha, Dorian Havilliard, Lyria, Asterion horse, Valg, Eyllwe, wyrdmarks, rowaelin, feysand •How did you find out about the books? •When did you start reading them? •Favorite character from TOG? •Favorite character from ACOTAR? •Have you read The Assassin’s Blade? Do you plan on reading the ACOTAR Novellas? •Favorite ship/s? •Read a page from your favorite book from TOG (or ACOTAR) Which scene destroyed you the most? •If you read fanfiction, name your favorite or some of your favorites •Fave headcanons? •Favorite quote/s? •If you could choose any piece of media to readapt the Maasverse in, what would you choose? (e.g: movie(s), tv show(s), animation, a musical, videogames, etc) •TOG or ACOTAR? Why? •Which would be your ACOTAR Court? Why? •And last but not least, say 3 unpopular opinions. Do it, go off

I’m not tagging anyone cause everyone and their mother has done this already in the fandom. So instead, if you haven’t done it, considered yourself tagged by me right now.

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SJM ACCENT CHALLENGE #2

CLICK FOR THE LINK CAUSE IM LAZY AND ITS YOUTUBE SO YOU CAN ONLY SEE IT IF YOU HAVE THE LINK

So I was not tagged in this second challenge that started going around. BUT….. when I first saw it, it was literally 5 minutes after I filmed the first one and I was originally going to wait to get tagged a couple of times but it was 2 ish in the morning and I was like fuck it! Let’s post them together! Gonna knock out everything! So yea. Also I saw the post from a reblog by @azrielsiphons who reblogged it from @manontrashbeak

Its really just a lot of rambling. OH! Here are the links: https://iamthebonecarver.tumblr.com/post/162211836153/aedion-i-know-im-the-bi-cousin-but-there-are-a

Questions: •You have one hour to spend with a member of the Inner Circle. Who and why? •If Aelin, Manon, or Dorian has to be sacrificed in TOG, who do you think it should be? •What would one hour alone with Amren be like for you? •Are you more of a smut fan or a fluff fan? DON’T LIE •Voice your feelings on Mort the doorknocker, King of Sass�� •Fly with Illyrians or fly with the Thirteen? •GIVE RHYSAND A LAST NAME •Consider and respond to the fact that: Sam Cortland is dead (I’m sorry, I just really want to hear everyone flail in real time the way we do on the internet) •Describe your fav character from TOG and ACOTAR in one word. •What’s that one (or more) ship that everyone else loves but you just…. don’t? •What character do you want to bring back from the dead the most? •What character do you REALLY NEED A NOVELLA ABOUT RIGHT NOW? •What are your theories on Nesta’s favoritism of Elain over Feyre? •Are you looking forward to Tower of Dawn or not? BE HONEST •Would you ever name your child or a pet after a book character? If so, who? (Doesn’t necessarily have to be an SJM character) - •Did you like the ending of ACOWAR? Be brutally honest (but remain kind please).

I just went through the questions again after copying and pasting them and I realized I left out a few that I honestly didn’t even see last night when I filmed these. SOOOOO if you want to know the answers, send me an Ask and I’ll answer ☺️ Or if you have any other questions for me in general about the books (literally any not just SJM) or you want to hear an opinion or theory just send in and Ask. I love doing that kind of thing.. you know analyzing books and theories and shit like that.

I will not be tagging a lot of people on this because I feel bad when I forget people so instead, if you want to do this second challenge then consider yourself tagged by me right now. @wingsofanillyrian @highladyofthedark @songbirdsbooks @togloveralltheway

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ravengirl94 · 8 years ago

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One of These Nights (Part 11)

Summary: life in the bunker gets a bit tense. Bobby calls with a case that brings up some characters from Benny’s past.

Pairing: Benny x Reader

Word Count: 2,700

Warnings: language, (unwanted?) sexual advances, blood, violence, mentions of death

A/N: we’re swerving into actual spn plot, and I borrowed some dialogue from an episode or two... had to post this because of my earlier Benny related reblog. Needed some Benny.

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"Is she okay?" Sam asked as Dean sat heavily at the kitchen table.

"Said she's fine," he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, "but I doubt it."

"Yeah, after all that shouting? Definitely not."

"I thought she'd be happy..." Dean muttered, glancing nervously towards the library, where Benny still was.

"I can't say I'm surprised," Sam remarked, "he hurt her. Bad. And she's not the type to let something like that go."

"Yeah, I guess we should have expected some backlash..." Dean mumbled, dropping his face into his hands, "I just hope she-" he cut himself off as Benny appeared in the doorway. "Hey man. What did she say?" There was no point in asking Benny how he was. His blue eyes fixed on Dean, and they were cold and empty.

"You didn't hear? She was yellin' loud enough to wake the dead..." he said gruffly, moving towards the cabinet.

"We wanted to give you two some space," Sam explained, but even at the other end of the bunker they'd heard some of what you'd said.

"She called me a moron, an idiot, a coward..." Benny trailed off as he took a swig of whiskey straight from the bottle, "and she told me that I'm ashamed of myself. Of what I am."

Sam and Dean exchanged a heavy glance. Even when you were furious with them, you never took things that far.

"And she's right. I hate what I am. I hate myself for it. And I don't deserve someone like her because of it," Benny said darkly. Then he was gone, a bottle of whiskey in each hand.

"This is not good..." Dean muttered, and Sam shook his head in agreement.

Benny stiffened in his seat when he caught Dean's eyes following you as you crossed the room, his gaze drifting down to your ass. You were wearing his favorite pair of jeans, the well-worn but tight ones that showed off your curves and hung low on your hips. It seemed that Dean appreciated them too. He'd been hitting that bottle of whiskey pretty hard, and was becoming less and less focused on the lore book in front of him. It had been a couple weeks since Benny had returned, weeks of silence and sullen stares, angry glaring, and not nearly enough alcohol to keep a vampire intoxicated. You'd been sleeping in your own room, though Dean had made an effort to get you back in with him, an offer Benny was thankful you'd turned down.

When you crouched in front of a bookshelf, searching for a title and revealing the top of a lacy thong, Dean smirked a little and Benny had to suppress a snarl. You'd been watching Benny more lately, eyes drifting to him as if you were waiting for him to say something. The two of you hadn't spoken since the fight, and Benny was beginning to think you were right. Maybe he was a coward. He couldn't even figure out how to talk to you, what he could say to make things right.

You made a frustrated noise when you didn't find what you were looking for, and then you jogged down the stairs, presumably headed to your room. A few minutes later Dean got up and followed you, and the look on his face made Benny uneasy. The vampire's heightened sense of hearing picked up on your returning footsteps and he relaxed a little. That was, until you appeared in the doorway and Dean crashed right into you.

"You okay, Dean?" You asked, grabbing his arms before he fell. But instead of pulling away and continuing down the hall, Dean leaned closer to you, his lips trailing across your neck.

"I am now, sweetheart."

"Dean..." you protested, gently pushing at him, the book in your hands thudding to the floor. Benny's blood roared in his ears at the sight of Dean all over you, but he clenched his jaw and turned back to his book. He had no right to feel like that anymore, no right to be upset about anything you did or who you saw. Sam and Wings hadn't noticed the encounter happening in the corner, or maybe they were just ignoring it.

"I've missed you the past few nights," Dean was whispering, arms caging you in against the wall. Benny couldn't keep his eyes on the page in front of him, glaring across the room at the two of you. Dean's lips brushed against your ear, and then down your jaw.

"Dean, you're drunk," you said, jerking your face away.

"I want you, baby. Come on. Forget the vamp," Dean practically purred, his body trapping you. Your eyes flashed up to meet Benny's mortified gaze before flicking away quickly.

Before Benny could move to intervene, Sam's phone rang loudly, making everyone freeze. Sam answered, his conversation short and tense before snapping the phone shut.

"Dean," he called, thankfully pulling Dean's attention away from you, "that was Bobby. Needs us on a case."

"What is it?" Dean asked, giving you one last lazy grin before turning to jog up the stairs.

"Uh…" Sam glanced to Benny nervously before answering, "looks like vamps. And from what Bobby got wind of, it's pretty serious." That got Benny's attention, and he dragged his gaze away from you to scowl at Sam.

"Where?" He asked worriedly. He hadn't run into any of his nest mates since being back topside, but part of him knew they might be a problem someday.

"Eagle Harbor, Washington," Sam replied, eyes flicking between Dean and Benny, who sat back with a muttered curse.

"What do you know?" Dean asked suspiciously, pacing closer.

"Might be a coincidence, but that's one of the places my nest used to hole up in…" Benny said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"You had a nest?" Dean asked incredulously, eyebrows raised.

"Of course I did, I'm a vampire, ain't I?" Benny said, shooting a glare at Dean, "I can explain more once we figure out what's going on. But we should get going, it’s a long drive." He pushed to his feet, jogging down the steps and heading down the hall to his room. You had vanished, either to get away from him or Dean or to pack your own bag. He was half tempted to tell Dean everything now so that he'd make you stay behind. Having you anywhere near the old man - or any of that nest - was not something he ever wanted to happen. He desperately hoped this was somebody else, but his gut was telling him otherwise.

Two days later, the four of you made it to Eagle Harbor. Benny was with Dean in the impala, and you were driving that old truck with Sam, roaring up beside them in the parking lot. It had been nearly non-stop driving, swapping off so each of you had a chance to sleep and pausing briefly for gas and food. Benny had his own cooler of blood bags, which Dean complained endlessly about. Wings had flown off to deal with something, promising to swoop in if they needed him. Benny sincerely hoped they didn’t.

You hopped gingerly down out of the truck, stretching and clearly favoring your left knee. But the moment of weakness was hidden quickly, and if your joints were still bothering you, you didn't let it show. Instead you took a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting a ghost of a smile drift across your lips. Benny frowned, wondering what you were so happy about. All he could smell was ocean… oh. You were pleased by the briny air, and information suddenly clicked into place as Benny realized you must have been from a coastal town. It explained a lot about your scent, and maybe even why he'd been attracted to you. You both had the sea in your veins.

Benny tore his gaze away from you as you turned, his heart aching at not being able to talk to you, to grab your hand or rub the tension from your shoulders. He hated every second of this ridiculous fight, but if you didn't want anything to do with him, he wouldn't force the issue. You had every right not to want him.

"So what are we looking for?" Dean asked, coming up beside him.

"Well… if they're still doing things the same, they'll have a small barge for supplies. We should start in the harbor." Dean gave him another suspicious look, but Benny glared right back at him, unwilling to reveal more than he had to. Finally Dean gave up, and the four of you made your way towards the harbor. Benny's suspicions of your hometown were confirmed as you strode deftly onto the docks, moving easily and not needing to ask questions like Dean or Sam did. You and Sam strolled along, pretending to be a couple out enjoying the afternoon, while Benny and Dean looked more closely at any vessels Benny thought might be promising.

He froze when he finally spotted it. A small fuel barge, inconspicuous enough not to draw attention, but something about it set alarm bells ringing in his head. He jerked his chin towards it and glanced around before pulling out his knife, moving silently towards the boat, Dean on his heels. You and Sam stood guard nearby, pretending to be engrossed in conversation with each other. As Benny got closer, he could smell the blood and knew the barge belonged to his kind. A sense of dread settled in his stomach as he stepped carefully on board and caught whiff of a familiar scent. Benny held up a hand to tell Dean to stay back, throwing open the door and ducking inside.

"Hello Quentin," he said easily, eyes adjusting quickly to the dim interior of the barge.

"Benny. No, it… it can't be you," Quentin said, squinting at him. He was sitting at a table, but rose quickly to face him.

"I get the confusion," Benny drawled easily, feigning nonchalance, "You of all people knew I was really, truly dead. After all, you held down my legs, didn't you? When the old man told Sorento to saw off my head. Where is he?"

"Are you serious? Did you really think I'd tell you where he is?" Quentin asked, laughing a little and shaking his head in disbelief.

"Well, I guess I was kind of hoping you wouldn't," Benny said, holding up his knife threateningly. Quentin was never going to get off that barge alive.

"On the other hand, I might show you where he is…" Quentin began, smirking as two others emerged from the room behind him, "after me and the boys take off your hands and feet."

"Well don't go through all that trouble on my account," Benny said with half a smile, praying that you were far away from all this.

"Please," Quentin scoffed, "you go and crawl your way out of god's ass for another ride on the merry go round? The old man's gonna want to see this for himself."

"You're a little outnumbered there, blood junkie," Dean interrupted, stepping through the door to stand beside Benny. Quentin merely raised an eyebrow.

"You never learn, do you Benny?" He asked quietly, his voice turning into a growl as his fangs descended and the fight began.

Benny stepped outside as Dean gathered anything that might point them to the rest of the nest. His eyes jerked to you, where you were puking your guts out into the water. Sam had an arm around you as you leaned over the side of the dock, but you shook him off as you straightened, wiping at your mouth. You were white as a sheet and shaking and every instinct told Benny to pull you into his arms. Instead he just stood there as your eyes met his, a haunted look there. He wasn't entirely sure what was the matter, but it was certainly something to do with him.

"What's wrong with you?" Dean asked, appearing behind Benny.

"Nothing," you muttered, "let's just get out of here."

You all hurried back to the motel, Benny and Dean doing their best to cover the visible bloodstains on their clothes. Dean rounded on him as soon as soon as he was back inside.

"It's time for you to start talking, man," he said, tossing a stack of documents onto the table and pointing at a chair. Benny sighed and glanced to you quickly before stepping forward and thumbing through the papers. "Who was that vamp?" Dean prodded, clearly impatient.

"Quentin and I went way back," Benny began slowly, sinking into a chair, "one of the old man's favorites, next to me, it turns out…"

"Old man?" Sam repeated. He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed.

"My maker. The vampire that turned me," Benny said just as you emerged from the bathroom, a toothbrush sticking out of your mouth. You froze as you heard the words, eyes locking onto Benny. You still hadn't said a single word to him since the fight, and Benny would have given anything to know what you were thinking.

"So what are they doing with that boat? And what is all this? 'Age of Aquarius II, 0800,'" Dean read from one of the papers, "and then there's some numbers all crossed out. Weird names too: The Big Mermaid, Solitaire… it's all crossed out, except this one: The Lucky Myra.”

"Yachts, names of Yachts…" Benny explained tiredly. He couldn't believe they'd stumbled onto his old nest. This couldn't possibly end well.

"So, then these are launch times. And what, destinations?" Dean asked, squinting at the page.

"Mhmm," Benny hummed in agreement, "except none of them ever get there. The Lucky Myra left yesterday afternoon. I guarantee you it's already been hit."

"What do you mean, 'hit'?" Dean asked, scowling a little. Benny pursed his lips, glancing at you again as you re-emerged from the bathroom, finished brushing your teeth, and moved to lean against the counter next to Sam. Guess there was no point in dancing around the subject.

"Boarded, burned and buried at sea," Benny said quietly, "My nest - that's how we fed, how we always fed. We kept a tight little fleet, maybe a half-dozen boats. Nothing ostentatious, just pleasure craft. I must have circled the Americas ten times during my tour. A few of us would act as stringers and patrol the harbors, looking for the right size target - fat, rich yachts going to far-off ports. Take down the boat's name and destination, radio it to the crew in the water. And then we just, uh… let the ocean swallow up all our sins…" When he looked up from his hands, he found Sam with that serious half-scowl on his face, you were pale again, and Dean was raising his eyebrows.

"Vampire pirates? Are you serious? That's what you guys are? Vampirates?" You actually snorted in laughter, covering your mouth with your hand at the term. Benny managed to smile a little as he looked up at Dean.

"You know, in all the years we ran together, I can't believe nobody ever thought of that."

"What do you mean? It's like the third thing you say," Dean explained, appalled that nobody came up with it.

"No, it isn't…" Benny murmured, sobering quickly. Nothing about this was funny. They'd done some pretty dark things as vampirates.

"Alright, so, your maker is set up to feed around here, right? So what are we looking for?" Dean asked, leaning down to look over the papers again.

"Chief, I can't let you get into this. It's my fight, my problem. I can't let you all put yourselves in danger, and believe me when I say he is very dangerous." The exasperated look Dean gave him told Benny there was no way he was sitting this out, so Benny continued. "Well… he likes to live in style. He usually rents legitimately. Always remote, always coastal." Dean began flipping through the stack, pausing to read one.

"So an island, maybe? You got a cable bill here. Hmmm… Prentiss Island, you heard of it?"

"Oh yeah…" Benny sighed, running a hand over his face. He certainly had. And it meant the old man was here. "She sits this one out," Benny said, refusing to look at you. Dean met your gaze instead, and he scoffed.

"Good luck with that," he said with a grin, twirling his keys around his fingers and heading for the door, "tie her up if you want, but she'll find a way to follow us. We'll leave at dusk."

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eleanor-devil · 8 years ago

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Naruto Fanfic - Boruto: Sacrifices - Chap.19, The Gokage Meeting

IMPORTANT: It would be very very appreciated if you reblogged it and left a comment. We get lots of likes/favs but almost no comments, so please everyone, leave a comment, it encourages us to continue.

Written by my friend @mirage-05

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prologue, chap.1, chap.2, chap.3, chap.4, chap.5, chap.6, chap.7, chap.8, chap.9, chap.10, chap.11, chap.12, chap.13, chap.14, chap.15, chap.16, chap.17, chap.18, chap.19, chap.20

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Sacrifices

Chapter 19 - The Gokage Meeting

The trip to Konoha had been silent for most of the time, at least between Natsumi, her father and her uncle. Both the adult men talked with each other from time to time. She was just ten but Natsumi grew up to be a perceptive girl and she could see how tense her uncle and father were... Were they holding back something because of her presence? Or was it the meeting with the Hokage? Making up her mind to find out, she stood up from her seat. "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back." She received just a simple nod from the two men. As soon as she got out of the bathroom, though, the young girl stopped and made sure no one was looking closely. Then she brought her hands together and whispered, "Bunshin no jutsu." Immediately, a clone of herself materialized next to her. "Alright..." Natsumi said to the clone, feeling a little awkward. "I'm gonna hide somewhere close and listen to their conversation. You will be my decoy if they came out looking for me." Although for how long was she going to be able to keep this... she didn't know. Besides her uncle being a sensor type, both he and her father were skilled ninjas and they could detect her at any moment.

Climbing through the air tubes of the train, Natsumi tried to hide her presence the best she could (however she was not very good at it, yet). Once she reached the place above her uncle and father, the pink haired girl tried to listen to the conversation. "How bad is the situation?" she heard her father ask. "...Not good it seems, if we're not careful there can be more attempts like this." Gaara answered. "They managed to control the situation?" "They did, but it seems it was thanks to a genin who is close friends to Naruto's son." There was a small pause. "A genin...?" Natsumi heard her father's doubtful tone, but for some reason... she was having difficulty concentrating on the conversation as a whole. Her mind was reeling... a close friend of the Hokage's son...? Her uncle was silent once again and so Kankuro continued to wonder aloud. "But... how could a genin affect such a matter?" "I don't know all the details," Gaara admitted. "But perhaps it's not too... wise to speak about it in front of Natsumi. From what I gathered, it's not a pretty case." Kankuro followed his brother's gaze before returning to look at him. He sighed. "So it is more complicated than it seems." Gaara just nodded and Natsumi, finally snapping out of her thoughts but not entirely with her mind at ease, decided that it was time to go back to them before they started suspecting. A few minutes later the girl was back in the company of the two adults. Silence had gone back reigning the place and Natsumi was on her knees staring outside the window. Who was Boruto's friend that had gotten involved in this apparently serious case...? Before she knew it, the train entered the Konoha station and slowed down to a stop. The girl was barely containing her anxiety, literally rocking up and down on her heels. When they got out with the escort of her uncle's bodyguards, into the safety of the leaf village, she turned to look at her father. "Is it okay if I go ahead to aunt Temari's?" she was dying to know more about this situation, and she knew Shikadai would help her on the matter. Kankuro raised an eyebrow before sighing and smiling. He ruffled his daughter's hair before pushing her forward a little. "Go ahead, we won't go there for a while." Natsumi nodded and ran off towards the Nara household. "Aunt Temari! Are you home??" said the girl as she opened the door and kicked off her shoes. She looked forward and saw a blonde head peeking outside the kitchen. And in a moment, a smile broke into the woman's features. "Karura, Shikadai! Look who is in for a surprise!" she called out before wiping her hands to the apron she was wearing. In the next moment, Natsumi had charged in for a tight hug, which made the woman giggle as she returned the hug and put a hand on her niece's hair. "I didn't know you would be coming too." she said lightly, drawing back a little to get a good look at her. "Oh my, you have grown quite a bit." Natsumi giggled and gasped in surprise when she felt a pair of arms wrapping around her, lifting her slightly from the floor. "How's my cousin doing??" Karura asked as she put her down. Despite being the same age as Natsumi, Karura was taller than the pink haired girl. Natsumi smiled and hugged her back. "I'm doing great!" She looked at the stairs when she heard the lazy dragging of Shikadai's feet. With his hands in his pockets, the green eyed boy wore his typical lazy expression despite not having seen his cousin in a while. "Oh, hey." Temari put her hands on her hips. "Greet her properly!" "Too troublesome." "Shikadai..." "She knows what I mean, mom!" "Shikadai!" Rolling his eyes, the young boy did a mock, dramatic bow, the end of his ponytail almost touching the floor. "Welcome to the Nara residence, your highness. What can I do for you?" His theatricals caused both Natsumi and Karura to burst in laughter while Temari just huffed, shaking her head. "What am I going to do with you..." Karura took the chance to grin at her older brother and say, "...well, you can start by taking your highness's bag to her room." Shikadai rolled his eyes as he stood up. "Don't push it." he eyed Natsumi. "What brings you here? I thought only uncles were coming..." "I... might have snuck onto the train...?" she answered with an innocent smile. [Flashback] "Natsumi sweetie, I need your..." Naomi came to a sudden stop as she entered her oldest daughter's room, while the young girl turned slowly to her with a sheepish expression. There was a moment of silence. "Okay..." Naomi said, raising an eyebrow, clearly amused. "What is going on here?" "I, um..." the girl said, carefully drawing her right leg, which was out of the window already, back. "I... can explain?" she said with a sheepish, almost too innocent grin. "I'm sure you can." her mother said, putting a hand on her hip, the corners of her mouth twitched as if she was trying to suppress a smile. "Spill." "I heard that dad and uncle are going to Konoha..." Natsumi said. "And I... want to go with them. I packed my things last night." she said defiantly. "And does your father or your uncle know about your decision?" "Well... nope." Naomi brought her other hand to her chest almost dramatically, her eyes going wide. "Natsumi, I'm shocked! You plan to sneak onto that train..." "Yeah, but..." "Knowing that they leave for an important meeting..." "I know mom, but..." "And above all else..." Finally, the woman broke into a grin. "Trying to sneak out on me, like I would do anything to stop you!" Her daughter gaped at her. "You won't?" "Oh, dear, I thought you know me better than that." Naomi said with a chuckle. "Now, go on already. I believe the train will leave in fifteen minutes." [End of Flashback] The hall was filled with laughter. "I just missed you guys and Konoha." Natsumi finished her story with a big grin. Shikadai raised an eyebrow. "Missed us huh? Or was it someone else...?" This caused Karura to elbow him. Natsumi tried her best not to blush immediately - Shikadai was always one to tease her on this, and she didn't want to play his game. "Whatever do you mean by that, Dai?" But to her surprise... The green eyed boy didn't say anything else on the matter, rather than flinging her bag around his shoulder and turning on his heels. "Nothing." he said almost too non-chalantly, which made the pink haired kunoichi frown a little, something was definitely off... She waited until they reached her room before finally putting her card on the table. "Shikadai... I heard that... whatever happened that made uncle come here involved one of Boruto's close friends... who is it...?" Shikadai didn't face her and didn't tense up... like he already expected her to ask it. He dropped the bag on the bed. "It's nothing you should concern your little head at." "I'm not a kid anym-" "Shikadai," his sister started. "I think she should know." "No, she doesn't." "The village is big but not big enough to keep that from her, sooner or later she will find out and I would rather she finds out through us!" Their words were triggering something... something akin to physical pain... why would Dai try to hide it from her... unless it was someone she knew well... and it was indeed... very serious... "Dai... please..." the slight tremble in her tone was what finally made her cousin to turn to look at her. "Just... tell me...?" Karura nervously glanced at her brother, who sighed. "We... don't know how serious his condition really is..." he tried to mollycoddle it, but it was a feeble attempt. Catching the 'his' in the sentence easily, Natsumi felt like her heart skipped a beat. Shikadai sighed once more before dropping the bomb. "It's Mitsuki..." And her heart sank deeper than a sinking ship in a storm... her eyes widened and her hands quickly rushed to her chest. She found it hard to breath for a moment. Seeing that, Karura wrapped an arm around her cousin. "What... what happened...?" "We..." Karura started. "We don't know the details... we just know that some people tried to attack the village and... Mitsuki tried to stop them and got hurt... like Shikadai said we don't know how serious it is..." "Tried to st... all by himself...?" her voice had turned weak, fading off at the end. The Nara siblings didn't say anything to that, but neither of them was making eye contact with her by this point. "B- but why...? How...?!" her voice rose up again, against the injustice she felt in those words. Shikadai sank down onto the bed, clasping his hands in front of him, his gaze still on the floor. "Because of some stupid, stuck-up people who thought it was a good idea to bully someone over something he can't control." was his mumbled response. "B-bully...? He... he was... being bullied...? By who?!" Karura sighed. "Some stupid kids... because of his origins." "But that's not fair!" the blonde gripped her cousin's shoulder harder. "We know... i-it's not clear but... some rumors say he did it to prove that he is part of this village as we are. Others... just say that... he was working with them and was betrayed..." At that Natsumi snapped as tears formed in her eyes. "No! I refuse to believe that! That's not the Mitsuki I know! He cares for this village, he wouldn't betray Konoha! That... that's not true... he... t-that's nothing like the boy I know... the same boy that helped me heal my ankle and didn't even get angry despite having been crushed by me..." "We know, Natsumi," Shikadai said in almost a resigned tone. "We don't believe one word of that type of rumors, either. In all honesty, although I don't know him as good as Boruto, I..." He didn't finish his sentence but the implication behind it made the tears flow down the young girl's eyes. Sacrificing himself for the safety of people he loves, even after what he had been through... that just felt so much like Mitsuki... Her fingers tightened over the fabric of her outfit, over her heart, as if she was trying to hold it in place. Karura rubbed her cousin's shoulders, knowing that her anxiety could take over her easily when she was distressed like this. "I want... I want to visit him..." both siblings looked at her. "I have to... he's... he's at the hospital right...?" Shikadai didn't meet her eyes. "Natsumi... we said we don't know the severity of his wounds... but we heard that... he's in a coma right now, induced or not we don't know... are you sure you want to see him like that...?" He was just two years older than Natsumi... yet he didn't want his cousin to see more than she had to until the time came. Coma... good god... More tears threatened to fall, but her determination made the young girl close her eyes in an attempt to stop them. The look in her eyes left no doubt. "Yes. Y-you said he was b-bullied, right?" She lifted her head to look into her cousin's eyes. "Then at least we could... no, we should let him know that he is not alone." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Never alone." Finally, the green eyes met hers, and the Nara understood that his cousin was not going to give up... no matter what she would see. He nodded as he slowly got up. "Alright... I will take you to the hospital." ... It was indeed a very busy day in Konohagakure, and it didn't really have much to do with the Gokage meeting that was going to take place in a short while. Many voices could be heard, some angry, some calm but with a strong determination, but all discussing one matter that needed to be addressed. "What do you mean, you won't permit our children from going to missions?!"one of the Hyuga asked, his tone practically enraged. "Be glad that they get to get away with this kind of punishment," Hanabi said calmly, meeting the man's gaze with a level look. "Under these circumstances, I should have given a harsher punishment." "This is already harsh enough!" another parent spoke up. "No missions means no money. He is the only one bringing home money! Lady Hanabi, you know what we had been through since my husband died at the fourth world war!" "I'm sorry, Akemi," Hanabi kept her voice determined but the look in her eyes had softened just a little. "But you should bring that matter up to your son. He should've thought before ganging up on a poor boy who is equally alone in Konoha." That was met with more protesting voices. "What did they do to warrant such a punishment?! They are only children, any children can go a little far with their pranks!" "We don't even know the true intentions of the 'poor boy' as you call him!" That was the last straw. When Hanabi's impatient and harsh tone was next heard, no one dared to speak again. "Intentions, right now, are irrelevant! Although allow me to say I believe Mitsuki has more of a backbone than any of you do! So for goodness's sake, stop pushing this matter over the edge already and consider this punishment as a token of my goodwill!" There was only silence now following her words. Satisfied, Hanabi continued. "As is decided by the leaders of all the clans involved, the children are required to attend counseling sessions. Moreover, there will be mandatory community service, the details of which will be specified shortly. That is all for today. You may continue with your daily affairs." As the crowd dispersed slowly, the young woman turned to one of the few remaining around her. "Follow every family and report back to me if there is anyone disobeying. If they do... next time, there will be fines involved." ... "I... I'm not sure if I understand you...?" "We would like you to claim the leadership of the Sarutobi." It took Konohamaru another moment to snap out of his surprised state. He cleared his throat. "Yes, but... even when Kichiro is sacked..." "Ichiro is still too young to take the position." one of the elders in front of him said, a serious look on his face. "That, and his compliance with his grandfather's decisions... make him an ineligible leader." "Which is another thing we would like to talk to you about," said the other elder. "If you find this suitable... we would like Ichiro to be supervised by you... A tutor of sorts, someone we can rely on to make sure he is well-mannered and experienced before he takes the leadership seat." "After all... who would be better than the grandson of the third, an excellent ninja himself?" The brunet's facial expression remained the same, still doubtful. "You're giving me too much credit." "And you are giving yourself too less credit. In any case, if you need help... you should know that all of the elders had conceded to your leadership." "All of them?" he asked, now genuinely baffled. It was extremely rare... almost unheard of that the elders of any clan, lest Sarutobi, to collectively agree upon something. "Yes, indeed. There is just one problem now, as you can imagine..." ... "I will never accept your leadership! The rightful head is still my grandfather!" There was nothing but insatiable fury and disgust in the teenager's eyes as he gazed up at Konohamaru, fists balled, teeth gritted. The young man stood his ground and said nothing, as the elder beside him spoke in a cool manner. "You have no choice in the matter. Your grandfather was relieved of his position because of how poorly he led the Sarutobi, endangering not only the clan but the village too. When you are of age, and if you are fit to be the leader by then... you will acquire the title. Until then our new leader is Konohamaru-san, and he will also be your tutor." "I don't give two shits about what you old farts think! My grandfather dedicated his whole life to this clan and this is how you thank him?! By just... just replacing him like he was nothing, only because that man is the third hokage's grandson?!" "If you still believe that is the only reason behind this decision..." the other elder said, frowning slightly. "this only proves our point that you are not yet ready." "You know what, I'm not gonna stay here to listen to your bullcrap!" With that, the young boy turned his back to them, ready to go. "Ichiro." Konohamaru then spoke, in a calm but firm tone. It was clear that Ichiro was almost going to act as if he didn't hear him... but he stopped nonetheless. "I expect you to report to me first thing tomorrow morning." Slowly, the teen's hands balled into fists once again, and he was visibly shaking, although most likely from anger. After a moment, he turned his head to glare daggers at the young man and then stormed out of the door, slamming it shut behind him. The elder to his left sighed, shutting his eyes before shaking his head. "What are we going to do with this child...?" Konohamaru sighed too, his eyes still on the closed door. "Well... at least he didn't say no to the last part." ... The small terrace on the Hokage building was seeing one of its busiest times. The gokage meeting was just about to start, and the kages from four of the five main villages had taken their seats with their bodyguards standing around them. They were talking to each other in hushed voices, clearly curious, until a cough cut into the murmurs. "First of all, I would like to welcome all of you to Konoha and thank you for heeding to the call." Naruto began seriously. "As we don't know the scale and scope of the threat yet, we found it necessary to hold this meeting." There was a brief pause. "Five days ago, Konoha faced an attempted attack by two rogue cloud ninjas and survivors from the sound village. The attack was averted thanks to a..." Naruto once again hesitated before moving on, even though this much time had passed, it was still a delicate subject. "...thanks to a genin who fought the rogue nins by himself." Confused murmurs surrounded the room, and Kurotsuchi spoke up, a doubtful tone in her voice. "A genin? Surely you're not gonna tell us he was sent on a mission?" "Of course not." The Hokage's voice was terse. "I would trust your judgment that none among us here would allow such a mission." The Tsuchikage didn't say anything to that. "No, he had left the village..." "Left?" this came from Chojuro, and the tone in his voice made it clear what he was asking. "On my knowledge." Naruto sighed. "I believe I must have made it clearer... The child chose to leave because of a misunderstanding and its consequences..." "The thing here is, Naruto," the Mizukage continued, leaning a little forward and putting his arms on the table. "We are not particularly interested in why he left... We're more interested in..." "...whether it's treason or not, leaving the village as a ninja is still a pretty dangerous move." Kurotsuchi finished. "I assure you, this matter is not of utmost importance to our current topic." the blond said, in a tone that ended the debate. Gaara's eyes flickered for a moment to his friend, he was sure there was more to the story, but this wasn't the place to bring that up. "All of the culprits are captured or otherwise taken care of. During the investigation of the sound ninjas, however... that's when we came across something troubling." At that point the Hokage, too, put his arms on the table and leaned forward a little, looking at each of the kages in the eye. "The prisoners confessed that their aim was to pull an assassination attempt against me and to throw Konoha into chaos." And once again, murmurings started. Naruto waited patiently for a moment for the voices to die down before speaking again. "It is not yet clear whether this will imply a bigger plot... but it is apparent that their grand aim was to disturb the peace era in general." "Of course... what better way than to kill the person who was the harbringer of the peace?" Darui said, straightening himself slightly in his seat. "You sound like you expect things to take an ugly turn..." Gaara said with a serious look. "Does that mean we should prepare ourselves for war?" The anticipation was perfectly tangible in the atmosphere now, it was apparently a question on everyone's mind. "It might be too early for that," the Hokage admitted. "We still have quite a few pieces of the puzzle missing. But in any case..." His gaze flickered to Gaara, too. "It's best to be on our guard." Chojuro was scratching his chin thoughtfully. "The sound... correct me if I'm wrong but wasn't that the village one of your S-classed missing nins formed? Sounds to me a bit more like it can be a personal vendetta..." The blond man nodded. "That's why I say there's no need for rash actions, we don't know the nature of their plans... in any case, Konoha will be on the lookout for the Sound from now on, because it's true, it's primarily our own concern." "I didn't mean it like that..." the Mizukage began, but Naruto cut in with a weary smile. "It's alright, I know... But, forgive me for being bold, I believe it will be downright foolish not to take your own precautions." There were nods and agreeing mumbles. Everyone became a bit relaxed as the meeting came to an informal end and started talking among themselves. Gaara approached Naruto, Kankuro close behind. "Naruto, can I have a moment?" "Sure." With that, the three walked out of the terrace, back into the office building. "What is it?" "I believe there is more to the story than you let us know..." ... Natsumi hesitated a while before entering Mitsuki's room. She didn't know why she was so afraid... was it the fact that she didn't want to see him in that state...? Sighing, the pink haired girl opened the door and took the first peek inside. What she saw made her bring her hands to her mouth as a gasp got out of her lips, her eyes going wide... She tried to take in a few more breaths but it was becoming a hard job... She tentatively took a few steps into the room, and came to a stop. This... almost didn't look like the Mitsuki she knew... So fragile looking... Her friend was always strong... It felt like there was a stranger in his place, being connected to all those machines... When she noticed, she was close to him, by his bed and she started taking in what she saw. His chest was covered in bandages, cables on his chest that connected to the machines. Natsumi found herself thinking... if he was really alive or if it was just the machines keeping him alive... No... She shook her head... she couldn't think like that... Mitsuki was strong... he would make it... She noticed one of his arms was also bandaged... she guessed it was broken... she could only guess. Then his head... too... "What did they do to you...?" There were no responses... Of course... Only the steady beeps kept her company as the pink haired kunoichi slowly and quietly pulled a chair, so quiet as if she was afraid... that any kind of noise... any kind of disturbance at all... would just make him slip away... She sat beside his right side, and after a moment of hesitation, put a hand, gently, on his hand. "Mitsuki..." she whispered, surprised at how much like a smaller child she sounded. "It's Natsumi... I-I don't know if you can hear me..."she gulped. "B-but I... just want to say... we're here... you're not alone..." And just like it had happened when his team was present, the heart machine let out a bigger beep before returning to normal. Natsumi looked at the machine and then back at Mitsuki's steady form. "Did you hear me...?" That brought a small smile to her face. "I'm right here, no one is leaving you... we're friends..." Feeling a few tears drop on her cheeks, she raised a hand to wipe at them. "So don't... let what a few stupid weirdoes tell about you get to you, okay? Because next time I see anyone talk trash about you... I will just kick them to the next village with my fan." A few more drops fell, and she found herself shaking a little. "Just please be alright... okay?" And with those words said, Natsumi leaned in to kiss him on the forehead tenderly. "Tell me when you wake up... because I know you will." There was a knock and Natsumi turned around to see who it was. "Uncle..." she sniffed and wiped the remaining of her tears. "I thought I would find you here." And the Kazekage made his way into the room, closing the door behind him. In the next moment, he was already taking a seat beside his niece. "So this is the brave young boy..." The girl couldn't say anything, just nodded. "I didn't know you were close friends... I'm sorry, Natsumi..." She squared her shoulders. "No... He's gonna be alright. And everything will be okay then." Gaara just nodded, understanding how painful it would be for his niece to see a friend in this state. "Why is life so cruel to those who don't deserve it...?" she didn't take her eyes off of him. "I wish I could give you a proper answer but... I can't." She sniffed. "You went through something similar... what can I do to help him...?" The redhead turned to give her a warm smile, the look in his eyes soft. "For now? Just pray for him to be safe and be back among us as soon as possible. And when that happens, show him your support and that you will always be there for him, no matter what. That's how it worked for me." Then his smile widened a little more. "But... I take it that you already know these." She sniffed and nodded. "I just want him back..." She looked back at her uncle. "I guess dad is looking for me...?" Gaara chuckled for a bit before ruffling his niece's hair. "He is... we better head back before he decides to tear up the entire Konoha." His gaze once again turned soft as he looked back at the boy. "And don't you worry... I have a very good feeling that he will be back... sooner or later." At that time, there was a knock on the door, and a medic peeked in. "Oh, I'm sorry, Kazekage-sama," she said respectfully. "I need to do some check-ups." Gaara and Natsumi both stood up from their chairs. "Of course," said the red haired. "We were just leaving." He looked at Natsumi, who nodded in return after taking one last look at Mitsuki.

Author’s Notes (mirage-05):

I really have an almost insanely busy schedule nowadays,with work in the weekdays and gym on 4 days of the week (resulting in me returning to home at 9-10 pm) and writing classes in the weekends xD So my only remaining night is usually spent doing homework. I have this schedule until the end of June so things are gonna be a little slow... so don't worry about me or this story We have all the outline of Sacrifices ready so everything is going according to the plan. Anyways, this chapter consists the first gokage meeting I ever wrote so I hope I did a good job...? xD Also I introduce you my dear friend and co-creator Eleanor-Devil 's main next gen OC, Natsumi ( Naruto Next Gen - Sabaku no Natsumi ) and a few surprises... and a short glimpse at my own OC, Sarutobi Ichiro. So I have a mini-poll for you guys... After reading this chapter, can you tell me how you think Ichiro will develop? Will he ever grow out of his jerk shoes? xD What do you think?

#naruto #boruto #mitsuki #gaara #kankuro #gokage #chojuro #kurotsuchi #darui #fanfic #sacrifices #oc #naruto oc

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Who We Were & Who We Are Now 19

Characters: Forrest Bondurant x Tawny Barrett (OFC)

Word Count: 6500+

Summary: The last full chapter. (Shorter epilogue to follow next week.) Forrest spoils Tawny to make up for lost time. They consummate their marriage. Tawny gets emotional about the future.

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF. Romance. Sexual Explicit Content. Dominant Forrest.

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You'd woken up next to a lightly snoring Forrest, which was always a pleasant way to start the day. He'd pulled you particularly close, the close of summer coming in, the slightest chill in the air at night had you buried in his chest, legs between his as he surrounded you completely. He had healed magnificently, the doctors as always, couldn't believe it. He's told you it was your doing with a kiss to the head multiple times now. He was back to doing chores, his broad shoulders were once again broad, the strength coming back under his skin, the summer sun filling him back with color. The scars were dark but you'd kissed them time and time again until he no longer noticed them when looking in the mirror. He was almost back to his old self, save one thing.

You're changing, your hair in rag rollers and only in your slip when he comes back into the bedroom.

"Mornin'." he says with a lazy smile.

"Mornin' sweetheart." you coo back, tilting your head to receive a kiss on the cheek. He moves his arms around your waist and does just that.

"I got somethin' for ya." he says as he gives you a squeeze and steps back to the bed.

"You got me a present?" you chirp, snapping in your earrings. "You are spoiling your wife rotten lately, Mr. Bondurant." you chuckle, taking the box from his hands. "First that new sleeping gown and now... whatever this is." you almost blush as you think of the lace and silk he'd bought. It'd seemed so forward of him to buy something so suggestive. He'd bought you gowns before, but they were long, some made from warmer, thicker material as well as the smooth and glossy ones. But this one had been shorter and had a deep lacy neckline that made you blush. He said it was because he was going to have you wear it for him one day soon. A reminder and a promise that he still wanted you. But in his typical fashion, he wasn't going to sleep with you again until he knew he could do it right and at full capacity. Forrest never half-assed anything and he sure wasn't about to give you a performance that was lacking that would mark your official joining as husband and wife. He'd taken his role as a husband so close to heart it hurt yours sometimes to see him unhappy about no consummating yet. You'd told him you'd waited a lifetime before and a few months wasn't anything you weren't perfectly capable of handling.

Under his caring gaze, you reveal a lovely dark green dress in the same decorated box they always came in. He knew you liked having pretty possessions. He'd never cared much about such things, choosing to focus on bare necessities and not the small flourishes that you loved so much about life. But even though he didn't understand your happiness for being dressed up and in lovely fabrics, he knew they made you happy, so he bought them for you when something grabbed his eye. Sometimes it was something that caught his attention, that tightening in his jaw at the thought of what you'd look like in such a thing, something he'd recognize a certain silhouette you wore often. He'd learned so many things about fashion and clothing beyond patching and sewing and keeping warm since being with you. He supposed that the expanding of his knowledge, even if it wasn't with something he found useful often wasn't something to turn his nose up at.

"It's beautiful, Forrest." you coo, wrinkling your nose at him as you held the soft green patterned fabric up against you in the mirror. It nipped at the waist and flowed everywhere else, just as you liked. It had long sleeves and a hem below the knee for the incoming cold.

"Color reminded me of your eyes." he says quietly, watching you sway back and forth, looking thoughtfully at your reflection. You sigh heavily and let the dress weigh in your hands as you turn back to him."You also hadn't bought any winter dresses so..." he nods and clears his throats and shrugs.

"Very thoughtful from you on all counts, handsome." you pat his chest as you praise him. He gives you the signature nod and grunt in response.

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The chill of the night is settling in as you stand on the back porch, listening to the trees brush against each other in the wind. The sun had gone down long ago. Forrest had just come back in from finishing the laborious chores and locking up. He stands and watches you for a moment, half-lit in the moonlight, lower half of the dress he'd bought you blowing in the wind. You'd rolled up the sleeves as soon as your feet hit the station floor that morning, preparing yourself for work for that day. A sure sign of a hard working woman he thought, hiding the tiny pearl button clasps on the cuffs to roll up her sleeves and get her hands dirty. He sees the curls you'd set that morning starting to fall, and he preferred your hair like this at the end of the day when you were alone with him. It reminded him of when you were younger. You looked softer, happier, maybe that wild and free sense of self from your youth being awoken as you let your hair down and bounce around your summer tanned skin. You always wore it more strictly styled or tied or pinned back for work. Getting to see you with your apron off, a few buttons were undone on your chest with your hair down and unfurled, your lipstick worn off and not reapplied, was something he cherished getting to see.

He assumes that perhaps it's much the same with you for him as you've tried to explain. You'd told him that the secrecy wasn't really a problem for you, that sure, you wanted everyone to know you were his and he yours, but it wasn't something you couldn't live without. The only thing you couldn't live without was him. You got to have the soft side of all to yourself, and it seemed that he also got the soft side of you all to himself whether you realized it or not.

"What you up to out here Miss Tawny?" his deep voice sneaks up on you from behind as his heavy boots hit the wooden porch.

You smile at the low tone he has in the evenings. "Wanted to wind down a bit, but then I saw this little feller and I figured I'd wait for him to scoot closer so I could see what winter we were in for." you say, your fingers laid out in front of a solid black wooly worm inching his way across the banister.

"Solid black and it ain't even fall yet." his voice shows his lack of enthusiasm.

"Yeah, reckon it'll be a tough one. It's barely September and it's already getting cold enough to bring out the extra blankets at night." you elaborate, running your finger gently over the soft and prickly surface of the soothsayer worm.

"I ain't too worried 'bout it." his lips pout as he stands behind you, surveying the empty space before putting his arms around you to keep you warm.

"You ain't? Winters can be tough 'round here. You know that as well as anyone."

"Yeah but you put in the work on that garden this summer if I do recall," he says proudly. "We've got enough canned already to make it through just fine. You got those potatoes, beans and onions comin' in."

"And pumpkins and squash soon out the far field." you add with a proud smile.

"You've been workin' that cute little tail off Miss Tawny." you hear the rare and coveted deep chuckle from him.

"Don't worry, with all the pumpkin pie I'll be makin' it'll be back soon." you laugh, your hands rubbing over his as he hums happily and kisses the top of your head.

"Lookin' forward to that." he adds earnestly.

"The pie or the tail?" you manage to get out without giggling, but it follows soon after.

"My goodness," he says with faux exasperation. "The mouth on you." he jokes, you feel him laugh against your back.

You both stand that like for a while, listening to the leaves, hearing the owls in the trees. You were both full from dinner and warm from each other and your favorite part of the day was underway, your alone time with Forrest.

"How are you feelin' tonight, hun?" you ask, turning in his arms to ask the same question you ask him at the end of every day. You fuss with the wrinkles in his shirt, expecting the same answer, as usual, a grunt, a shrug, a vague, alright on a good day but you don't receive that tonight.

"I'm feelin' real good tonight." he says, lowering his eyes to yours, watching your smile grow quickly at the out of place positive answer.

"I couldn't be happier to hear it." you practically swoon at him, your hands making their way around him under his cardigan. You'd been waiting for him to feel himself again. You hated seeing the unhappy frown you know was from a place of discontent with himself. You didn't see it in his eyes tonight as you gazed up at his handsome face with his brow set low and heavy.

He sees you beaming up at him and lets out a deep breath, contemplating how the rest of the evening might go as he looked over your soft, lovely face. He did feel good again. He felt whole again and in control of himself like he used to be. As he considers the strides he's had to make to get to such a point he knows he's better now than he ever had been when it came to his emotional well being. He knew staying in control, being logical and reasonable and giving a fair but tough approach to things was important. But then you'd come back and it sent him into a fit emotionally. So much had happened so quickly with the family and you and now you were family too. You'd taught him the importance of seeking out your happiness, of finding things that give it to you and nurturing them. He'd spent so long having to worry about taking care of things. He raised Jack, took care of the farm and the station with his parents gone and Howard at war. He'd had to take care of his older brother after he came back, so no solace was found in his return for him. He'd been worrying about everyone and everything for so long it was hard to remember how to not worry and enjoy himself. Even though he did, he knew he'd never have to really worry about you. You'd always taken care of yourself, even though he'd interjected a handful of times. He knew you would never be a source of constant worry and he was eternally grateful to you for that. He felt whole in a new way with you. He'd found the necessity in the softness and the love that you brought into his life, the peace you'd brought them all with your sacrifice and he wanted to finally bring the piece that was missing from your life back to you both tonight to make you whole together again.

He moves his hand to your cheek, a move that surprises you as you see a new tone shift over his face. The sweet gesture catches you off guard as you pout your lips and nuzzle into his hand. "I can make ya happier to hear it." he offers, his voice a deep velvety smoothness you hadn't heard in months. That electricity he made you feel shoots around inside you, making you recall the first night he'd kissed you.

"What on earth could you do to make me happier, my doting husband?" you wrinkle your nose playfully at him, shaking your head up at him. "You've absolutely spoiled me rotten today with gifts and flowers and candy. Ain't even my birthday or nothin'." you give him a little happy giggle that makes the corner of his mouth pull back into a smile.

"There's been a reason for that." he nods, his voice staying calm and deep and soothing.

"And what's that?" you smile up at him, an innocent and lovely batting of your lashes with your sweet tone.

"There's one thing I've been meanin' to do." his brow furrows slightly, but it doesn't read as upset, only thoughtful. You fingers gently stroke the fabric of his shirt, eyes large and inquisitive. "C'mon baby doll..." he says with a nod of his head, turning towards the door. "I got a surprise for ya upstairs." he says with a mischevious glance and you purse your lips at him with a face that shows him you know he's up to something.

"Since you asked so nice." you give him a sultry smile before making your way inside. "What have you done now? I don't know nothin' else you could give me on top of the rest of it today, Forrest." you continue to murmur your speculation as he follows you up the stairs, a smug smile on his face you can't see.

You walk into the bedroom you share together. You see nothing out of place, nothing added. The room is dark and you stand at the foot of the bed with a confused frown. You hear the door shut behind you, so you turn to face him to ask what you're missing. He's standing much closer than you expected, your eyes blinking fast as they meet with his chest, looking up to him as he takes his hat off and hangs it on one of the posts on the bed before sucking his teeth and looking down at you. This look in his eyes is new and you'd thought you'd seen everything Forrest had to offer.

"I don't say this with the intention to upset you, darlin', but every time you've called me your husband I can't say that I've felt like I deserve the title." his brow sits low as always, his eyes not wavering from your own. "To me, a man must encompass all aspects of being a husband. And I ain't. I've not been able to give you everything you need." his lips pursed in thought. "I planned to make amends for it with you, tonight." He sees your chest rise and fall noticeably, he knows you're catching on to what he's referring to now. He moves slowly but surely, big hands wrapped around you to your back, holding you against him as he speaks low and slow to you. "I'm a patient man but these past few months have pushed me. I never intended to make you wait so long for me. But as you know I ain't gonna do a job unless I can do it right." he nods down at you and you feel the flush coming to your cheeks. "I know you've told me that it ain't bothering you to be without me while I've been down." He pushes the hair away from your face and lets out a sigh. "But I know that ain't been entirely true." his tilts his head at you, one eyebrow raising slightly as if to challenge you.

You lower your brows to respond, mouth open and ready to disagree, to let him know you understood but with a thumb to your lips, his hand along your face he shushes you.

"I know you meant it, baby." he whispers and you exhale a shaky breath against his thumb, still stroking back and forth against your pouted lips. "But I've had to watch you in your sleep these past months and you can't hide needin' somethin' all the time." he shakes his head slowly, stares shifting between your lips and eyes that from any other person would've been intimidating. "I've heard you in your sleep, Tawny." his voice drops somehow lower, you feel the heat back in your cheeks, knowing of the dreams you'd had of Forrest. "I've had to lay there and hear you moanin' out my name."

The sound of him saying things of a sexual nature to you made your heart race. He'd never talked about things like this, but there was a boldness to him as he stood so close, feeling hard and healthy against you.

"I've had to watch your body writhe, those pretty little silk dresses ridin' up your hips as you beg things of me." His voice is breathy and his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he thinks back to those painful nights that he ached to touch you. "I know what you need now, Tawny. I've already heard you ask me for it." his head shakes back and forth slightly.

You feel shame, but in a new and invigorating way you never experienced.

"So I had to wait, so I could give you the choice of how to consummate this marriage." He hand slides to the side of your neck, his shoulder shifting as does his brow, his hand now holding your hip in a firm grip. "I'd had intentions of takin' my time. And I reckon I still do. But my plans of making love to you, being as slow about it as I could for ya changed over the course of these past months." his tone shifts, you'd never heard him speak to you like this before and you could feel the sweat forming on your skin from it. "The things you were askin' for in those dreams Tawny..." his voice sends that shiver of shame down your spine again where it settled right between your thighs. Similar to the sensation of getting scolded or getting caught when you were younger, but this was a different animal entirely. "The words I heard come out of those soft lips of yours." he shakes his head and you feel take a deep breath. "They told me what I had intended to do wouldn't be what you need." he takes a moment to pause, tilting his head and studying the almost fearful look in your eyes. "Is that true?" he asks with pouted lips.

"All I really need is you." you rasp out.

"Now baby..." that deep tone makes your visible shudder as he feels you shaking in his arms and it sends a new sort of thrill through him. "You wouldn't be lyin' to me now would ya?"

"Never." you breathe out, your voice weak.

"Then I need you to tell me if that's what you really want." he brushes his nose against yours. "You know you only have to ask and I'll give you whatever it is you need, sweetheart. And know that I'm more than capable of it now." a single chaste kiss had never felt so dirty in your whole life. "So do you want me soft tonight baby? Or do you need me hard?" Your knee's literally go weak and he let's out a soft, dark laugh as he hoists you up against him.

"I don't rightly recall what I asked for, truth be told. It's just...it's been so long, Forrest." your voice is desperate, breathy and whiney and you can't manage to make it come out sounding any other way. You put your hands to his face, your chest heaving and he'd barely touched you.

"I can tell you if you really can't recall." he whispers, moving to kiss one of your hands on his face.

You nod just slightly, a small murmured "MmmHmm."

He leans in closer, nose skimming your jaw, kisses planted to your cheeks and he whispered into your ears. "You were askin' for it faster. You'd plead for me to go harder." You see his nose twitch before he speaks the next words that make you fall to pieces. Spoken with his plush lips right against your ear, "You'd shift those soft hips against me and beg me to fuck you, baby. You made me so damn hard it hurt." he moans into your ear and you turn your head fast and kiss him hard. You moan the moment you feel his lips press back against yours, his hand moving to the back of your head to hold you fast to him as your fingers already worked to unbutton his shirt.

"Fuck, Forrest." you moan and whine shamelessly. He groans deep as it rumbles in his chest, you can feel it under your hands as you take a moment to feel the sturdy expanse of his chest as rose and fell fast just like yours. You reach down, moving fast and undo his trousers, being held up with suspenders still, you take him out of the confines of them. "God, I need you, I need you so bad." you cry out in desperation, taking your panties and heels off and forgetting them just as quickly before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. "I do want it hard, Forrest." you nod against his lips and he rumbles out another groan at your confirmation of his dirty words from earlier. "Fuck me, baby, please, there'll be time for sweet later, just give me back the big strong man I've missed." you declare into the dark room, his lips moving down to your neck and he bends and picks you up, wrapping your legs around him. To your surprise you find your back knocked against the door instead of the bed, but you'd never been wetter or needed someone so badly before. You'd never wanted someone to come at you so hard it hurt, you felt like a caged animal finally getting free, and you realize maybe you were denying how badly you'd needed him this whole time. In no graceful way, not that it mattered, he readjusts and pushes into you and you let out a shameless moan that sounded like you were being paid to do it. It stung, the hardness of him so suddenly after being empty for so long but you welcomed it. The pain was very temporary as he started to move, grunts with every thrust as your fingers buried in his hair. To your surprise and delight, letting you know he needed you just as badly as you did him, he frees one hand, popping the buttons on the pretty dress of yours before you realize what he's doing. You move to help him, letting his hands move back to your hips to hold you up. You take your breasts out and his mouth is on them in a second before you even get both out. "Fuck me, Forrest, yes." you let your wanton cries out, head knocking against the door, him panting against your flushed skin. Sucking hard with a few moments of growling nibbles to your hard nipples catch you off guard. "Ugh, you were right, fuck me harder, baby." you moan, arms around his neck, keeping him close. You feel his grip tighten on you, lifting you before shifting his hands, leaning you away from the door and using your own weight to pound into you, bouncing you off of him. You get lost in the singular fact that he's strong enough to do such a thing again, feeling much like a light-headed debutante, declaring how she fancies a suitor. You throw your head back in a high pitched squeal of a laugh, bringing it back down to rest your foreheads together as he grunts and groans and you praise him breathlessly. "You're so good. So fucking good." you coo and tense before he lets you land against the door again. The position on the door works better for you it seems, causing the angle to shift and him to rub against you. "Yes, like that baby, please." you call out, his mouth finding your nipple again. "Shit!" you squeak out, feeling it build fast inside you. You hold his hair, pulling his head and pushing your lips to his forehead. You let the words come as you knew he deserves to hear them, and there's no shame to be found between the two of you now. "You're makin' your wife feel so fuckin' good, Mr. Bondurant." you growl out and he returns the sound. "You know how to give your baby what she needs don't you? Fuck me, Forrest, please, baby don't stop." you moan as you feel the trembling start. You hear a growl from him, forehead pushed into your chest as he hits into you with force and your head is thrown back against the door again as you both feel yourself let go around him. The filthy words he'd only partially heard from you before drive him over the edge. He might know how to give you want you need, but you did the same to him. He wanted to prove himself capable and you let him know he was. You covered his pride for his manhood and his role as a husband and he lets himself go inside you with a long guttural groan the tensing every muscle in his body. It'd been a long time coming and you'd both neede it more than either could express, but you both had certainly tried.

With only a hint of the flush in both of your faces being from the realization of what you'd just said to each other in your moments on uncontrollable lust, you stand, panting for only a few moments before you join back together in a kiss that moves you both back towards the bed. You whisper thank you's and I love you's as you lay naked together in bed, wrapped up in one another. You both fall asleep quickly and sleep hard. Neither of you notices the other dream anything through the night. As the light begins to start fading away the night, Forrest wakes. He watches you, soft and content, little helpless sounding mewls escaping your sleeping form, he thinks you look like a soft little kitten in his arms, purring away. He decides to give you what you both needed now, as he softly kisses you awake. As the sun starts to rise, so do you, and by the time the roosters start crowing, he's made love to you the way he'd originally intended. It was lazy and loving and connected the two of you in a way you'd desperately needed. Confessions of love and adoration and praise as he moved slowly inside you. You felt as one and that's how you both knew it should've been. You were Tawny and Forrest, but you're also husband and wife, and more importantly, the one thing that unified you both now and for all the lazy lovemaking sessions and beyond afterward, was that you were both Bondurants. ------- A few months later in December, you get the word that Prohibition was over. As Howard came into the station that morning with the paper in his hands, announcing it to the room in heavy breaths from running to tell you. A funny feeling washes over you, something like relief. After you both stand in your usual places and stare at Howard for long enough to process, you behind the counter and Forrest in the doorway of his office you turn and look directly at each other. Something in the air shifted that day and at the time you weren’t sure exactly what.

He shifts his eyes away from yours, traveling across the room in a hazy way that told you he was thinking. He nods at Howard and grunts, so Howard turns to face you now as he walks towards the bar.

“Can I get you a drink Howard?” You say with a chuckle and he smiles and nods, slapping the top of the counter.

“By God, you sure as hell can Miss Tawny!” The older men in the back raise their hands to indicate they too want in on the festivities.

You hadn’t sold liquor there since the showdown with Rakes, Forrest slowing down to ensure you were kept safe and that there were no further legal issues coming their way. He had a family and a wife to think about, he wasn’t going to jeopardize that for a little extra pocket money. You’d seen a few men come in, acting like locals but asking for shine and you had assumed they were narcs. Forrest has taught you fast how to spot a rat before they even sat down and asked you anything.

You pour glasses for the men and give Howard a jar who goes to join them. You start preemptively making a batch of Hocakes as you know they’re gonna want them after drinking. The smell and the familiarity bring back plenty of memories from when you first got to the station. It felt good to get back to how things should’ve been the entire time. What a waste of time, of money, of life that whole ordeal was. All over the contents of something from those glass jars that sprang from your mountains as natural and nearly as long as springs after a downpour.

That night you asked Forrest what it all meant. He said he reckoned it meant things would be back to how they used to be. Howard would probably get a still going again nearby, something to keep up with the demand in the station, nothing more. He’d had enough money squirreled away to not have to worry about pushing shine again. He recognized he had too much to lose now and knew his injuries would catch up with as he got older. He might’ve felt invincible with you with him, but he was smart enough, or perhaps sentimental enough not to risk leaving you a widow.

Christmas came a few days later, everyone gathered at the station under the tree you’d decorated, adding more baubles to celebrate the good news. Suitable gifts are exchanged in the public eye, books, tools, and a new leather-bound ledger. But I’m private, Forrest have you the best gift he had to date.

He pulled you close in the low light is the tree before you headed up to bed, giving you a sweet kiss with a hum of happiness behind it.

“One more thing before we go to bed.” He says quietly. You wait patiently with big eyes glowing in the light of the tree. He reaches into the collar of your dress, big fingers managing to unclasp the delicate chain your wedding ring hung on. You watch him slide the ring into his palm and retrieve his thick gold band from his cardigan pocket.

“I wanted to wait until I thought you’d be safe. And as I always am I’m sorry you had to wait so long, Tawny.” he says as he slips his ring on, then puts yours on your finger himself. “If it’s alright with you... Mrs. Bondurant.” He gives you a sweet subtle smile. “I’d like for you to wear this now.” He nods and holds your ring hand between both of his, his resting on top of yours and glowing in the dim light. “We ain’t gotta go peacockin’ about or nothin’.” He smirks, looking up from the rings to your face. “But I'd like for you to wear this ring like this now. If that'd be alright with you.”

You bring your other hand to your chest first, taking a quiet inhale to brace yourself for the tears you knew you come. “You... really Forrest?” You whisper out.

A soft smile that reaches all the way up to his crinkling eyes makes you melt entirely, rearing your chest against his, lacing your fingers into his hand so your rings touch.

“Yeah. What with the law endin’ and all... I don’t believe us to be in any real danger no more. Nothin that would take us away from each other anyway.” He adds with his brow sinking low again as the thought passes his mind.

“Oh, my big sweet man.” you coo. Raising your hand to his face and leaning up to kiss him. “Thank you.” You whisper against his lips. “It isn’t my intention to upset you Forrest, but Everytime someone’s called me Barett I didn’t feel right agreeing to it.” You smile, a mischievous look on his face for you copying his words from him. “But now I don’t have to lie about being a Bondurant anymore. Didn’t have to lie to myself after you married me and now I ain’t gotta lie to no one else.”

“Merry Christmas Tawny Bondurant.” He grins and leans in to kiss you properly.

“Merry Christmas Mr. Bondurant.” You giggle against his soft lips. “Now take me to bed and give me another present.” You snicker, wrinkling your nose and moving one hand down to squeeze his butt.

He lets out an audible laugh and smooches your cheek noisily. “Whatever you want, baby doll.” He grins with that masculine confidence he’s had ever since you’d consummated your marriage in that one, long feverish night. He picks you up threshold style as you laugh in his arms all the way to bed.

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As the month's pass, you’re settling into a normal, peaceful existence. Howard got his still, keeping to himself again. He seemed happier for it for a bit. With the noticing of your ring, it seemed it made the younger boys girls get a little antsy, as Jack married Bertha and your Junior followed suit early that spring. With a backup supply of shine and a still up and running, Howard got lonely out there you’re guessing. So many of his friends and family had died in the months of fighting Rakes, the boys he used to shine with were all gone. With Forrest and Jack married he felt the odd man out and surprised everyone by moving to Martinsville to work in the factories. He soon after found himself a wife and started a family, although not in that order.

With the still unmanned, the supply dwindles and with Jack taking over the farm, deciding to work in cattle and tobacco he didn’t have time to run it with a wife and trying to start a family. So the day came when you were down to just a few cases of shine in the storage shed. Forrest finds you standing in the doorway with your hands on your hips.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He asks, padding up begind you.

“We only got a few cases left, seems a shame to sell it all. Ain’t no more after this is gone.”

“You goin’ and gettin’ sentimental about the shine sweetheart?” He says with a smile you can’t see.

“I can’t help it.” You pout. “I don’t wanna think there’d be an anniversary where we couldn’t drink it together, ya know? It’s such a big part of what brought us together in the first place.” You explain with a voice that’s whinier than you intend it to be.

“Look at you, gettin' all sentimental on me.” He teases in an affectionate tone. “Let’s keep 'em if it means so much to ya.” He rests his hand on your shoulder. “We'll get some shine for the station from some of them young bucks that’s been makin' it. Won’t have to worry 'bout it being on us after that.”

“You really gonna sell something besides Bondurant shine in the station for me?” You turn to him with a thankful pout on your face, eyes welling up despite yourself.

“I think it was you that told me change ain’t gotta be a bad thing. It’s still Franklin shine." he says with a dismissive shake of his head. I reckon we’ve got more important things to worry about now don’t we?" He nods his chin down at you, hand reaching down to your stomach.

“Yeah. Reckon we do.” You coo up at him. ——————-

With the boys in for Thanksgiving, you’re amongst the new wives in the kitchen. Bertha is newly pregnant and you’re well into your second trimester, hiding under a loose dress and a cardigan of Forrests. You're feeling the tiredness as you work away in the heat of the kitchen. You decide to take a break from the kitchen as you’re feeling light-headed, taking your apron off and laying it over a chair on the back porch, lifting your hair up to let the cool air hit your neck, fluffing your dress to air it out as you lean back against the side of the station.

Howard comes out to smoke, a jar of the new shine in his hand and it’s almost like old times. He lights a cigarette and offers you one and you swat it away.

“No thank you Howard. Just came out to get some air.” You say with a tired sigh.

He studies you and tries to be sneaky about it, but he never is. “I know you ain’t supposed to say this to a woman, and I hope you take no offense but are you... pregnant Tawny?” He asks his eyes narrowed, noticing the signs from his own wife’s experience.

“None taken. And I look that way because I am.” You let out a chuckle and reach down to pull the flowy bottom of you dress tighter and rubbing your stomach to show the growing bump.

A slow but huge grin spread across his face, standing straight up and heading over to you quickly to squeeze you in a big hug. “I had no clue!” He says loudly. “You and Forrest never tell no nobody nothin’!” He laughs loudly, resting your feet back on the ground. “Christ... you havin' a baby!" he says in disbelief.

"Yeah, a baby, Howard." you chuckle and straighten your dress back down.

Having watched you come outside and hearing Howard's raised voice Forrest come out in protector mode, which he stayed in ever since you'd found out you were pregnant. He looks over at Howard from under a low brow.

Howard removes his hat and smacks it onto his leg. "You bastard, you didn't tell me!" he hisses, smacking his brothers arm with his hat.

Forrest turns his head to you, standing and looking sweet with your hand on your stomach with an annoyed but amused look on his face.

"He asked anyway... I didn't tell him." you say defensively, walking up to Forrest's side as he looks down at your stomach. "We knew they'd find out eventually." you say obviously with a shake of your head.

"I 'spose you're right about that too." he says a smile that's so subtle only you can read it.

Howard watches, his heart swelling with pride for his baby brother and his childhood friend as you kiss Forrest sweetly on the cheek and his eyes soften. It seemed that now everyone had settled down, shacked up and was ready to ride out another long winter. By springtime, there'd be a few more Bondurants in the world, waiting to raise whatever hell the next generation found it suited for them to get into. Same as it ever was, same as it'll always be.

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