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bunny-script · 3 years

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Riled up pt.1 ~ Spencer Reid x reader (smut)

Summary: Spencer comes home from work excited to see his girlfriend. She surprises him with more than just lingerie. The mysterious contents of a red gift bag rile him up, leading to a rough session. soft dom!spencer x sub!fem!reader Wordcount: 4,984 Category: SMUT. PURE FILTH BABY. MINORS DNI Warnings: pretty rough session, spanking, vaginal fingering, leash and collar, affirmation of safeword (not used !), fuck ton of dirty talk. like so much of it, it's filthy, really. humiliation ?? idk. Spence worries that he was too rough. Everything that is depicted in this is consensual ! If there's anything I forgot to tag, let me know and I'll be happy to add it to the warnings ! A/N: So I decided to divide this fic into two parts because this one already had a whole bunch of filth in it and it's really long. Chapter two coming out soon. If there's any feedback or criticism, I'd love to hear it as long as everyone remains civil. I hope you enjoy this. Likes comments and reblogs are very welcome ! :D happy reading !

Spencer had been on edge all day. Fidgeting with his hands more than usual, constantly glancing at the wristwatch he was wearing and tugging at his navy blue cardigan.

When the clock showed 5pm, he was jumping out of his seat, shutting off the computer he was

previously working on and quickly slung his light brown satchel over his shoulder.

“Where's the fire, kid?” Derek asked through a laugh as he came up behind Spencer and clapped a strong hand on his upper back.

“No fire, I just really wanna get home.” the younger man stated while he pressed the elevator button, hearing the machine snap into action.

“Ah,” Derek wiggled his brows as his smile widened, “get home, huh? And do what, get a little lovin’? That why you’ve been so excited all day?”

The apples of Spencer’s cheeks flushed a light rosy tone as he quickly pushed the elevator button two more times. This time not only to finally go home and see his beloved girlfriend, but also to get away from Derek’s teasing.

“Please stop, what Y/n and I do in the privacy of our own home is none of your business.”

“Alright, alright, you don’t have to tell me anything, you know I’m just messin’ with you. But wouldn’t it be fun if you spilled the beans every once in a while?”

They both stepped into the elevator when it finally arrived and opened its doors.

“Your idea of fun is talking about the intimacy I share with my girlfriend?” Spencer asked.

“Alright then, last Friday I cooked her favourite dinner and we ate it on the couch. Today I’m getting my favourite meal.” It wasn’t exactly the truth, but technically Spencer didn’t lie. After all he never turned down a chance to ravish his beautiful girlfriends body with his mouth. Or his hands, for that matter.

Derek answered something that Spencer could only barely acknowledge because s uddenly he was thinking about the taste of her lips and the smell of her perfume, the one he got her for her birthday.

The way her soft body feels so comforting and thrilling when she’s wrapped around his slender frame, her pleading eyes and high pitched whines. The way she felt so good tightly wrapped around his aching-

The elevator dinged as it arrived downstairs, releasing the two men into the lobby.

“Goodbye, see you Monday !” Spencer exclaimed loudly as he raced towards his car, leaving Derek behind.

She was on her feet the second she heard muted footsteps and jingling keys in the hallway that led to their apartment. Quickly, she checked her appearance in the mirror again and went to stand a few feet from the door.

Smiling, she put her hands behind her back and waited patiently as she heard him drop his keys and swear under his breath.

When the door swung open, he was surprised but pleased by the sight before him.

She was dressed in a light pink robe that cut off mid-thigh, white frilly socks, her hair falling freely and makeup done.

He let he satchel drop from his shoulder onto the floor as he closed the door behind him, his eyes never leaving Y/n.

“Wow, baby, you look...Wow. Just gorgeous. To what do I owe this pleasure?” Spencer asked as his hands came up to cup her face.

“You’ve been working really hard and really late this past week so I thought, why not do something nice for the man I love?” She grinned and rubbed her hands over his upper arms.

“Mhm, I appreciate it greatly.” He mumbled against her lips and kissed her sweetly.

“You look wonderful. You are wonderful.”

“Oh, shut up…” She laughed and wrapped her arms around his waist, while one of Spencer’s hands stayed at her cheek, the other he let roam to her lower back.

“Language,” he reprimanded and kissed her forehead. “I’ll never get over just how beautiful you are, always looking so perfect, my love.”

“Mhm, all just for you.” She mumbled as she got lost in his warm embrace and the way his fingers traced little patterns on the silky fabric draped over her back.

“Oh! I have something for you!” She suddenly exclaimed and broke free from their embrace, much to his dismay.

He felt himself following her to the couch like she was dragging him by an invisible force.

With flushed cheeks she turned back to him and handed him a red and rather fancy looking gift bag which was filled to the top with black tissue paper.

Spencer took it into his hands and examined the outside, not seeing a label but instead noticing intricate details of the pattern made to look like black lace. A nice contrast to the bright red background. “This is for me?”

“No, it’s for Hotch, give it to him next time you see him- of course it’s for you! Open it!” Y/n laughed and tapped the bag he was now firmly holding with both hands.

With that, he ruffled through the tissue paper and let his fingertips touch...rope?

He furrowed his brows and pulled on it, realizing then that it was not a rope.

It was a lavender coloured leash and it was connected to a matching collar. Of course it was lavender.

Even more confused, he looked at her. “I’m asking again, this is for me?”

“Well, technically it’s for us. I wear it, you...hold the leash. Or pull on it. Whatever you want, really.” She smiled nervously up at him. She really couldn’t read his expression much deeper than confusion before his eyebrows shot up, eyes widened and mouth opened in a surprised “Oh!”

Quickly his stunned expression turned into a confident smirk. He lowered the bag to the coffee table and let the soft fabric of the leash rest against the palm of his hand.

“Thank you, my love. I take it you got this in my favourite colour o n purpose?” asked Spencer before Y/n responded with a hum.

“ So, whatever I want, huh? Is that so?” he teased and acknowledged the way she responded with a nod. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, whatever you want, Spence.”

“ Mhm, good girl.” He praised and gathered her hair on one side. “Turn around so I can put this on you, alright?”

She complied and turned her back towards him, a shiver running down her clothed spine when she felt his hands slowly rub her shoulders a little before he gently put the collar around her neck.

“Let’s go over your words again, baby, let me hear you loud and clear.” Spencer spoke gently and kissed the top of her head. Both of them were very familiar with this safeword system, having affirmed it before every session since they became a couple three years ago. Still, he always made sure that it’s refreshed in her mind before they did anything.

“Green for go, yellow for slow down and red for stop.” She said loudly.

The man rubbed her shoulders gently

“And if you can’t speak? Come on, tell me what you have to do then.”

“Then I tap you three times.”

“Very well, baby, so smart. Give me your colour, please?” before he removed himself from her body and went to stand in front of her.

“Neon green, Spence.” She whined and he chuckled, nothing but love and arousal behind his hazel eyes. “Please, I’ve been waiting not only today but the whole week. I have needs, you know!”

Spencer raised his eyebrows and suppressed a laugh. “Now don’t get mouthy with me, pretty lady. Last time I checked, you’re very capable of taking care of those needs yourself.”

“That’s not nearly the same and you know it. Besides, I think you’re gonna change your mind when you open your other present.”

Spencer’s brows furrowed once more as he looked around them, eyes scanning the room for whatever she could be talking about, “I don’t see another present, princess. Am I supposed to look for it?”

With that, Y/n took his hands into her own and guided them to the neatly tied bow of her robe. “No, it’s right here. Go on, open it.”

With nimble fingers Spencer undid the thick soft ribbon, pushed open the fabric and revealed a sight that just might kill him.

Spencer felt like his brain was short-circuiting as he finally saw what his love was wearing underneath the silk robe. There she was standing in front of him wearing a lacy white set of lingerie.

It was new, he was sure of it considering he had never seen it before, and trust the universe that this was a sight he’d save in his memories permanently.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times while trying to figure out what to say.

Pleased with his reaction, Y/n grinned and ran her hands over her plush sides.

“Well, I guess I better go take care of those needs myself.” She mocked his tone and stepped around him, completely forgetting the collar around her neck.

That was until Spencer came to his senses again and tugged at the leash harshly, earning a quiet moan from his girlfriend. She pressed her lips quickly, but he heard her. And he reveled in it.

“Looks like you forgot your manners. First, you mouth off to me and then you attempt to take away my present. I think someone needs to be taught a lesson, what do you think, princess? Do I need to teach you a lesson?” To be honest, Spencer never thought he had it in him to take charge like this. But being with Y/n and seeing her completely submit to him in the bedroom, so needy and desperate for everything he wanted to do to her, it was downright filthy and it brought out a side in him he never knew the full extend of until he met her.

Maybe it was because he loved and trusted her so much, completely opening himself up without fear of being made fun of. She gave herself to him and he did the same for her. He couldn’t imagine acting out his deepest desires with anyone but her and he never wanted to.

She was it for him, the only one he wanted and needed. The only one he wanted to see after a long case. She was who he wanted to wake up to when he was having a nightmare, who he wanted to see in a white dress and commit to fully for the rest of his life.

However, right now all he wanted was to remind her of her manners, excitement bubbling in his lower abdomen as she spoke:”Yes, Spencer, please. Whatever you want.”

“That’s the second time you said to do whatever I wanted today. Are you sure that’s what you want?” He asked , wrapping some of the leash around his hand, thereby making it shorter.

Y/n strained her neck to look up at him, the firm pressure the collar provided was exciting. “Yes, I’m sure.” She cooed.

“So If I were to bend you over my lap and spank you nice and raw, that’s something you’d enjoy?” Spencer teased and tugged at the leash, pulling her even closer. By the way she squeezed her eyes closed and bit her lip, he knew that’s exactly what she wanted.

“Would that be nice, baby? I think it would, just use that wild imagination of yours. You, on my lap, writhing and dripping. My hands all over you.”

A whine escaped her, as he whispered in her ear and dipped down to suck marks into the soft skin of her neck and shoulders. “I know how much you love it when I use my hands, princess. How good they make you feel.” He slid one hand down to her butt, massaging each cheek for a few seconds before he gently smacked them. “Just think how red and sensitive these could be in just a few moments.”

All of a sudden, he was pushing her body onto the sofa. Still holding the leash in his hands, he looked down at her and swore he could cum just from the sight of it.

A look of surprise making her eyes wide, the way her chest rose and fell quickly from the building excitement. Her neck clad in the lavender collar, it drove him insane. His eyes glanced down and saw how she rubbed her thighs together, oh so desperate for any sort of friction. Anything to make her feel good and make the aching go away.

Spencer sat down on the sofa next to her and let the leash fall out of his hand and onto the space between them.

“Well, get to it!” He ordered and she sprung into action, quickly standing up to shed the robe completely.

She then leaned over his lap, adjusting until her butt was in the air and the side of her face was pressed against the cool faux leather.

S he wriggled in anticipation, her hands behind her back. The smooth surface under her face quickly warming up. Spencer gripped her hips firmly, leaning his head down to her face. “Stop being impatient, darling, you’re not getting anything out of it.”

She whined and bucked her hips while his s warm breath fanned over her skin. The position she was in and the way Spencer firmly held her still was all too much for her, she needed release and she needed it as soon as possible.

He was about to say something else when the leash caught his eye again. Alarm bells went off in his head when he saw how it was trapped between their bodies and the sofa. Quickly, he opened the collar and tossed it onto the coffee table along with the attached leash. He’d get to use that later, he thought.

Y/n peaked around with a questioning look before he responded: “Don’t want you to get tangled up and hurt yourself, I know how squirmy you get from this. Want you to count, is that alright?”

She nodded eagerly and mumbled “Yes, yes, counting. Mhm.” Her cheek rubbing on the sofa, creating even more warmth. So lost in anticipation, she let out an obscene whine when his hands started kneading her pudgy backside.

“Missed you, angel. You ready?” Spencer asked, hungrily massaging her ass cheeks, getting them ready for the harsh stimulation they’re about to endure.

After she rubbed her thighs together and moaned out in agreement, her loud yes’s were dulled by the leather.

Suddenly his hands stopped working her up, but when she was just about to protest, his hand landed on her left butt cheek in a hard slap.

Y/n’s hips lifted off his lap, her ass bucking into his direction. He loved how the white frills and the delicate lace looked on her behind. She let out a surprised yell that was quickly overruled by a load moan leaving her. Spencer’s hand yet again collided with her hot skin, only harsher this time.

“Thought I told you to count? Already misbehaving again, that’s three times in one night.”

“ ‘m sorry, Spence. Feels so good when you do that. I dunno if I can focus on counting .” Her butt wiggled under his touch.

“Under normal circumstances I’d punish you for this , but lucky for you, I’ll take some pity on you. After all-” A forceful slap landed on her backside, “you’ve been so good all week and I know how dumb you become when you get all needy for me.”

She moaned at his words and only became louder when his hands started quickly alternating between slapping the left and the right cheek. The sounds of loud spanks and her desperate moans filled the room, her butt slowly but surely turning bright red.

Briefly he thought about the gift bag she had given him earlier, sure that they would be matching now.

Suddenly, Spencer spread her thighs and landed a merciless slap on her wet center. The only thing softening the blow being the impossibly thin, wet fabric of frilly white lace.

Y/ n shook in his lap, incoherent mumbles of his name being interrupted by a loud, pleasured scream.

“Awe ,” he actually laughed. He’s taking in every whine and moan, every rut against his hand. “look at you, so desperate! My hand is practically sticking to your cute little panties, so soaked. What a pathetic mess.”

S pencer continued his acts , one hand slapping her ass while the other kept coming down on her clothed slit over and over again. She didn’t know whether this was heaven or hell, on one side his strong smacks felt so good, she swore she would feel the throbbing for days to come.

On the other hand, this didn’t provide nearly as much friction she needed to climax.

With one last incredibly sharp blow to her glistening heat, Y/n yelled out and Spencer went back to rubbing and slapping her ass however he pleased.

Her whines turned into sobs soon after that, her body restless under his mercy.

“Please, make the throbbing go away, please!” She cried as she drew out the last word through a broken sob.

All at once, Spencer’ s hands flew up, leaving her body writhing and shaking on top of his lap. “What throbbing, baby?” He asked as he turned her around, sitting her in his lap, carefully sliding a soft throw- pillow under her butt. She gestured to her sore butt and wet panties.

“Was that too rough, my love?”

Y/n leaned into the hand Spencer was now using to stroke over her hair. The touch so sweet and gentle, it was hard to believe that it was the same hand he wa s slapping her raw with just seconds before. “No, no, I need more!”

He looked at her, sitting in his lap with her mascara running and her lipstick slightly smudged. She looked ruined already and he hadn’t even brought her over the edge yet.

All he could think about was making her feel good, giving her everything she needed.

“Even more, princess? Hm, I’m pretty sure I already gave you more than enough.” He snaked his hand down from her hair onto her neck, not squeezing but making its presence known with a firm grip.

She rutted against his crotch, letting the pillow fall from between them and onto the floor.

He let out a breathy sigh at the stimulation and held her hips still, fingertips digging into her plump sides.

“Stop doing that, baby, or we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Mhm, huge problem. That’s why I’m doing it.” She responded and he smiled at the compliment before ghosting his lips over her face.

“Love you, Spence, need you…” Y/n mumbled with her eyes closed. She was focusing on he way his fingers dug into her, gripping her flesh tightly, on the way his mouth pressed gentle kisses all over her face and down her neck. He kept kissing downwards until he reached the cups of her gorgeous bra, her breasts spilling out from the top.

“You know what, baby?”

She quickly shook her head, waiting for him to continue.

“You look so beautiful, my love. So sweet. I bet you’d look so good on your knees in this little outfit. Make sure to wear it again for me another time, so I can test that theory. Okay?”

All Y/n could do was nod shyly, her eyes shut tightly while her mouth freely let out any sounds he was building inside her. His trimmed and clean fingernails digging crescent moons into her, his mouth licking and sucking at her neck and the tops of her breasts. It all felt too good, but she wanted more. She hadn’t been this riled up in so long, she needed him.

“Spence, please do something already. How many more times do I have to beg? Please, please just touch me. Make me feel good, the throbbing and stickiness are killing me.” Once again she pressed her core against his, rutting against it and letting out small whimpers.

The denim of his jeans felt incredible against her now fully drenched underwear, she kept rubbing herself against his crotch, eliciting small groans from him.

He wasn’t going to say it, because he wanted this to be about her pleasure after she had been so good for him all week long, but he was impossibly turned on and seconds away from cumming in his pants.

He was so close already from the feeling of her body so warm and so close to him, from the way she screamed and cried in pleasure when he was spanking her. But now that she was on top of him, looking so deliciously destroyed already, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

When she was mid-grind, he took the opportunity and pushed her off of him, helping her land on the cold spot next to him. She hissed from the pain on her butt, wanting to ask what he’s doing until she saw him standing up and towering over her.

His face was flushed and glistening in the light sheen of sweat that covered it.

“Did that feel nice, baby? Rubbing yourself on my jeans? I think I might have turned you into a whore.” He spat, examining her body language for any sign of discomfort. He couldn’t find any, all he saw was desperation and lust.

She pressed her thighs together stronger now, her whines getting louder.

That was until he gripped her jaw strongly with one hand, smushing her cheeks and lips.

H er eyes widened and he let loose, however still holding onto her jaw.

“So you agree, you’re a whore?”

She nodded violently while panting.

Dropping to his knees beside the couch, Spencer pulled her to sit with her legs around his body. “That’s right baby, god look at you.” He said as he spread her legs even wider. Her panties were soaked, he could see the way the huge wet spot and the insides of her thighs glistened.

She looked down at him in anticipation, hips bucking up towards his face. Chuckling at her desperation, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and pulled it all the way down her legs before stuffing it into the front pocket of his jeans.

“What are you gonna do?” She asked while he stared at her dripping center.

“I’m gonna use my fingers on this little cunt of yours, darling. Does that sound like something you’d like ?”

“Mhm!“ she agreed before ahigh-pitched moan was ripped from her as he circled her clit with his thumb. His right hand came up and spread her open, looking at the mess he made of her.

“Fuck, baby, you’re literally dripping onto the couch! Who made you this wet, hm?”

“You, sir!”

“Is that so?” Spencer asked proudly, he knew the effect he had on her but it never failed to surprise him just how turned on she would get from his domination.

“You look so pretty like this, come on baby, you think you can handle my fingers buried in your pretty cunt?” Y/n’s eager nods were all he needed, knowing her lust pushed her beyond words. All she could do was whine when two of his long, thick and veiny fingers rubbed up her aching slit and finally sunk into her warm opening.

At first he moved his fingers in and out of her at a slow pace, the soft moans were like music to his ears.

She reached down and grabbed his other hand. Bringing it up to her face, she played with his fingers and kissed the back of it before she brought his fingertips against her lips. She closed her eyes and hummed as she started to suck them into her warm mouth.

“Fuck.” he groanedand thrustedhis fingers faster. He always liked how fascinated she was by his hands. She’d constantly hold them or play with them, even before she confessed to him that they turned her on. She loved how strong, large and veiny his hands were. The feeling of them gripping whatever flesh of hers he could, when he reveledin the throws of passion.

He was always touching her, he loved this woman and her body was a masterpiece created by the finest artists. Everything about her was marvelous.He worshipedthe ground she walked on and he hoped she would let him do so for the rest of his life.

When Spencer deepened his thrusts, her back arched off of the couch and her head was thrown back in blinding pleasure. The only sounds that could be heard from their bodies were the slick squelching of his fingers plowing into her and her delicious moans.

That wasn’t enough for him however, so he withdrew his fingers and moved up her body. He needed to see her face when he pushed her over the edge, he wanted to see the tears stream down her face and be able to smudge her lipstick with a deep kiss.

“No, please more…” She pleaded as sobs starting shaking her body and her tears multiplied.

“Don’t worry, angel,” he cooed before plunging his fingers back in.

“I just wanted to see how wrecked you look. Fuck, such a pathetic little slut. Wish you could see yourself.”

Spencer bit his lip in concentration as he pumped into her even faster, his face mere inches from hers. Her eyelids were fluttering and her mouth produced weak whimpers as her head lulled back and forth. Suddenly, his fingers curled upwards and he retrieved the otherlong forgotten hand from her open mouth in order to rub tight circles on her clit.

Her thighs started to close and she trembled, whimpering.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Is this too much for you? I don’t care, keep your fucking legs open.” He mocked as he started laughing.

Spencer drilled deeper and harder, while prying her thighs back open.

“These are gonna stay open until my cum is dripping down your slit or I tell you otherwise, is that clear?”

At those words, the steady building of pressure in her lower abdomen snapped with a scream.

She thrashed and spasmed,trying desperately to keep her legs open for him.

He worked his angel through the peak of her pleasure before slowing down and eventuallyremoving his fingers.

Carefully he reached across the coffee table behind him to retrieve a few tissues.

Turning around to face her again, he looked at her as a smile began to spread across both their faces.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asked with genuine concern when he saw that she still had her eyes closed.

She nodded and let out a small hiss as the tissues began wiping her and the sofa underneath her clean.

“That was… different.”

Worry flashed across his face as he held her up, trying to keep her from wobbling too much.

“No, Spence, it was good! So, so good, you have no idea what that did to me.” She laughed before continuing “I’m just saying, you’re not usually like this. This talkative. Took you long enough.”

“Yeah, I guess the collar and leash really did things to me. You uh, you’d tell me if anything I said was too much, right?” The man questioned, holding her steady as he moved her to the bedroom.

She sat down on the bed and looked up at him, holding both of his hands in her own.

“I would, if there was anything to complain about! It was hot, like really hot. Plus, you seemed pretty into it, too. Seriously though, you know me and you know I wouldn’t let you speak to me like that if I thought you were seriously insulting me. It’s just dirty talk, baby.”

His eyes softened at the nickname before he snapped out of it and left the room quickly, only to return with a glass of water and a cereal bar. After he handed them to her and watched her take a few sips, he dropped to his knees in front of her.

He grabbed the bottle of lotion from inside his bedside table and squirted some of it into his palm before warming it between his fingers.

The mans gentle hands rubbed the skin of her inner thighs and up to her abdomen, making sure he reached everywhere.

“You’re the sweetest.”

“For putting lotion on you? Higher your standards, baby. Now turn around, need to take care of your butt.”

“For taking care of me, dummy. You could just get your rocks off and go to bed after, but you always make me feel clean, loved and grounded afterwords.” Carefully, she turned around to lay on her stomach, displaying the deeply red cheeks he caused.

“Are you sure that wasn’t too rough? Cause its pretty red and-”

He was cut off by her. Propped up on her elbows, she looked back at him with raised eyebrows.

“You’re kidding, right? I love it when you bend me over your lap. And I know you like it too, pervert.” Her soft laughter rang through his ear and never left his mind, like the chorus of a good song on loop in his head.

“I love you.” Spencer murmured against the skin of her thighs as he gave each a kiss and carefully rubbed lotion all over her backside.

“I love you more. Will you get my throat for me too?”

“Of course, my love.”

#no beta we die like criminal minds characters #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid reader #spencer reid reader smut #criminal minds smut #Im so sorry this is pure filth

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dadsbongos · 3 years

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late night for a sinner

Movie/Game/Show: The Devil All The Time Dynamic: Arvin Russell/Reader Warnings: religious overtones cuz it’s this movie, described and enacted violence (against teagardin), preston teagardin (and all his sexual assault-y/manipulative bs) Notes: uhm people got married at like 20 in the 50s and i assume arvin is about 20 so no i will not apologize for making you his wife, my country-accent writing is bad(?) idk Summary: Arvin’s a protective man, especially when it comes to those he loves. ~~~

“Somethin’ ‘bout that preacher don’t feel right,” (Y/n) murmured to her husband as they stood outside the doors of the church, “Gives me a shiver right up my spine.”

Arvin nodded along to her words, watching as his grandmother and sister shook hands with Preston Teagardin - fancy name for a guy like him. A guy who gave women chills. He reached into his dress pants pocket and plucked out a cigarette before placing it between his lips, “Watch yourself around him, darlin’.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for Lenora, too,” (Y/n) crossed over the creaky boards of the church's stoop as people began exiting, her hands coming out for the man’s tie, “Did you loosen this durin' the sermon?”

“Too tight,” he let the woman adjust his tie, “You know how I feel ‘bout comin’ to these things.”

“I know, I know - hey, I don’t like comin’ either, but it means a lot to Ms. Emma and Lenora,” pulling back from the tie, (Y/n) placed her hands on Arvin’s shoulders, “‘Sides, someone’s gotta watch for that blasted preacher, and I think we’re the only ones who will.”

Removing the cigarette from between his lips, Arvin leaned over to kiss his wife’s forehead, pulling away to ask, “You take my light outta my pocket when you pressed my pants this morning?”

“Maybe I did,” she shrugged, grinning, “Maybe even I think you shouldn’t be smokin’ outside a church.”

“Maybe,” Arvin nodded, “Maybe.”

Emma and Lenora finally came out of the church and started towards the family’s truck, the two women got into the back with Arvin and (Y/n) getting into the front to finally head home. Lenora leaned forward as her brother started the truck, “You shoulda been in there for the goodbyes.”

“Oh?” turning her head and leaving her cheek pressed to the headrest, (Y/n) quirked a brow at the teenager, “What happened?”

“Reverend Teagardin said he’s interested in meeting you,” Lenora beamed at her sister-in-law.

“Just her?” Arvin pulled out of the church parking lot, “Seatbelt, Lenora.”

“I got it, I got it,” the girl waved off before returning to her previous conversation, “But yeah, just (Y/n). He was talkin’ about putting together a church choir. Thinks (Y/n) would have a pretty voice.”

“She’s got a pretty voice but she ain’t singin’ for no church choir,” Arvin’s brows furrowed, white-knuckling the steering wheel at the mere idea of that damned preacher trying to get close to his wife, “Not in that man’s church choir.”

“Let the girl speak for herself,” Emma cut in, “Thought I raised you better than that.”

Pursing his lips, Arvin turned to (Y/n) for a split second before returning his stare to the road, “Sorry, love.”

“It’s okay, baby,” she looked back to her sister-in-law, “You singin’ in the choir, Lenora?”

“I’d love to try.”

Clenching her jaw, (Y/n) thought over her choices. Leave Lenora to sing in that choir - leave her sweet, naive little sister-in-law in that preacher’s hands for far longer than was typical or wanted… Or, suck it up and sing for the bastard.

“I’ll sing with ya, sweetheart.”

Arvin sighed quietly, glad none of the women in the car heard him over the rumbling of the truck’s old engine. To distract himself, and by proxy the women in the car, he suddenly changed the topic, “This damn old truck. Gonna hafta fix it up or take it in.”

“You’re gonna take it in?” (Y/n) tilted her head.

“Thing’s old; I’ll do as much as I can, darlin', but sometimes there’s only so much I can do. You know that.”

“I’ll need to go with you,” the truck jumbled with the rocky bumps of their home’s pull-in, “Pick up a few things for dinner.”

Lenora felt her heart warm and lips quirk into a smile at her brother and sister-in-law. They weren’t so into the church as her and Grandma, in fact - Lenora’s certain they only played along to please her and Grandma, but watching them was nice. Nothing to play along to, just a simple, pure expression of adoration between the couple. Arvin was never a man known for something as soft and tender as love but (Y/n), since the two were in grade school, was easily able to pull it out of him.

From high school sweethearts into married lovers. It was overjoying to know someone else was looking after Arvin.

“I’ll check up on Mr. Earskell and be right out.”

“No, no, (Y/n),” Emma shook her head, taking the woman’s hand as she was assisted out of the truck, “I’ll handle things. You and Arvin go on and stay out here.”

She didn’t bother fighting against the older woman, she was the matriarch of the family - she was just the rule maker. It was only fair.

“You don’t hafta keep callin’ em Miss and Mister,” Arvin came out and around to the hood of the truck, “They’re part a’ your family now.”

“Feels improper,” (Y/n) rebuffed, standing beside her husband, “I’m just thankful they’re lettin’ me stay here.”

“And why wouldn’t they?” he knew why she felt that way - her own family was insufferable and he could barely stand being around them for a dinner - he couldn’t imagine having to live with them.

“Let’s not open that can of worms today, huh, love?” (Y/n) placed her hands on her hips as she watched her husband look over the truck’s interior and drag over his tools and oil.

“Don’t joke ‘bout that, love,” despite his words, Arvin was smiling slightly, “Poor fishermen work hard to get those worm cans.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” she sarcastically relented, peeking over the man’s shoulder, “Wish I knew anything to help you.”

“I could teach you a thing or two.”

“Maybe not now, baby.”

Which, of course, was code for ‘I’d rather not. Ever.’ but politely.

There was silence between the married couple as Arvin worked until he sighed and planted his hands on each side of the open hood, head hanging low as he murmured, “You’re really goin’ to that choir?”

“We both know I gotta be there for Lenora.”

“I appreciate that, but I’ll still be worried to hell ‘bout you,” he turned to face his wife, restraining himself cupping her cheeks and smearing grime over her, “Both a' you,” then he finally admitted as to why he was so apprehensive, “I’ve been watchin’ him.”

“You what…?!” she whisper-screamed, coming in closer to her husband, “Arvin Eugene Russell, you been what?”

“Watchin’ him,” Arvin almost regrets the admission at the sight of his wife’s shock, “He’s a no-good-sonofabitch, (Y/n). Messin’ around with a young girl behind his wife’s back. She’s good to him, (Y/n), she cooks him dinner and she does her best to keep him happy. He’s no good to her. He’s no good, at all.”

(Y/n)’s brows furrow, “Cheatin’ on his wife?”

“A girl from Lenora’s class. He’s worse than a cheater,” he turned back to the hood of the truck and quickly said, “We’re takin’ it in.”

“Why haven’t you said anything yet?”

“Nobody will ever believe me, (Y/n), you know that. Everybody here loves that damn radio bullshitter.”

Nodding quietly, (Y/n) fisted a hand in her skirt before turning towards the home’s door, “I’ll tell Lenora we’re goin’.”

The topic is ultimately dropped as they leave into town. As they take the truck in for the shop and as they pick out items for dinner that night and even on the walk home. Reverend Preston Teagardin didn’t come up again, neither did his affairs or his disgustingly, sickeningly low age preference for said affairs.

They weren’t the only people in town on watch of their new preacher in town, they were just another young couple walking home.

Even as dinner passed and time for rest came - as they pressed into bed and huddled together in the cold night. Teagardin was temporarily forgotten, pushed to the backs of their minds as they slipped into slumber.

And when Arvin darts up from bed after another nightmare over finding his father’s body that fateful night, (Y/n)’s thoughts are solely on her husband. Bringing him back into the present, where he’s not in the woods finding his father knelt down in front of their makeshift church but instead in bed with his loving wife. With his sister down the hall. His grandmother at the end of the corridor and his great-uncle's own room across from theirs. He’s in a home that isn’t going anywhere - he’s with people who won’t leave him, not any time soon anyway.

It’s not until the next day, after Lenora’s first day back at school for the week had finished and her daily visit to Hellen Hatton-Laferty was over, that Teagardin even peeked back into the couple’s brains.

“If that sonofabitch touches you or Lenora, tell me,” Arvin whispered to his wife, hands holding hers tightly before she went into the church for choir practice, “I’ll make sure ain't got no hands to touch you, or Lenora, or any other unlucky woman.”

“I’ll come right to you, honey,” (Y/n) was quick to confirm for her husband, “Promise.”

“Good,” he cups his wife’s cheeks and pulls her into a tender forehead kiss before going to his sister and giving her a tight hug, “Be the loudest one there, got it?”

Lenora chuckled quietly, patting her brother’s shoulder, “You know I can’t do that.”

“You can.”

Shaking her head, (Y/n) goes up the stairs and pulls one of the double doors open, “You just shouldn’t, ain’t that right, Arvin?”

A teasing shrug and he’s walking off towards the car while Lenora follows her sister-in-law up and into the church.

Teagardin is sitting in one of the pews with his back turned towards the two women.

There’s nobody else in the church despite having been told this was the meeting time. It’s silent. Preston still hasn’t turned to the two.

Lenora is fidgeting beside (Y/n) the longer the man stays quiet. The younger girl nervously bunching the skirt of her dress in her fists. Her brows drawn tight in confusion and lips pressed into a thin line.

(Y/n) steps forward, ignoring the nerves urging her to run and encouraging her knees to buckle underneath the weight of her body, “We’re here, preacher.”

His head lifted, a smile coming over his lips, an unnatural smile - one she’d imagined on the devil when he tricked another soul into his claws. Preston comes to a full stand and approaches the women, “I didn’t expect both of you to come.”

“I wanted to support Lenora.”

“How wonderful.”

“Preacher’s dirty.”

“What?”

(Y/n) sighed, sitting up in bed and looking down at her husband and whispering into the night air, “Teagardin. He’s just as dirty as you said.”

Immediately, Arvin was also sat up, no longer tired and now entirely focused on his wife, “What happened?”

“Tried touchin’ Lenora ‘til I stopped him. Grabbed me. I got us out of there and now Lenora’s tryin' to figure out how to tell Ms. Emma.”

Arvin stood out of bed and pulled on a pair of pants over his boxers, slipping on a shirt and his hat before heading to the bedroom door and slipping out of the room. (Y/n) followed after, eyes wide and brain springing into panic as she watched him tug on his shoes. Hurriedly, the woman put her shoes on as well while Arvin snuck out of the home, her continuing to follow after him.

Once they were in the car, (Y/n) turned to Arvin as he pulled out of the driveway, “What the hell are you doin’? It’s late, you can settle this tomorrow, can't ya?”

“No. It don’t matter if he’s with his wife or at the church, I’m puttin’ that bastard in his place. I hope that woman leaves his ass,” he shook his head, “Rotten fuckin’ bastard.”

“What’re you gonna do?”

The man was silent as he drove towards where he knew the Teagardin residence was. Every few minutes he would take off his cap and run a hand through his matted hair - if he could force himself to do so, he could almost pretend this was a nice drive with his wife. A simple late-night cruise through town with the love of his life, but then he would remember exactly why they were on a late-night cruise. A peek at (Y/n) would remind him, she must be frightened to all hell - it must’ve been awful to be in that church. Be near that rotten man.

And Arvin’s rage was freshly re-lit.

“Is this the right time?” she remembered each time her husband had repeated the phrase from his father, it was usually enough to sway him from acting out at that moment.

“Best time there is. He’s asleep - won’t be expectin’ us.”

(Y/n) settled into her passenger side seat, turning her head to stare out the window, “How’re you gonna get him out?”

Arvin was silent once again, fingers tight against the steering wheel as they pulled up to the bend at the end of the preacher’s street. He got out of the car and stormed towards the Teagardin home with (Y/n) trailing after.

It wasn’t long until Preston came stumbling out of his home with Arvin banging on the front door. Cynthia was out soon after her husband, clinging to the door frame.

“Late night for a sinner, kids,” Preston rubbed at his eyes, “Can this wait ‘til the mornin’?”

“You try touchin’ Lenora?” Arvin was blunt, he didn’t like sugar coating and he didn’t like the people who did it. Turning, he gestured to (Y/n), “Tried touchin’ my (Y/n)?”

Immediately, Preston’s eyes widened, “Now, now, I- I didn’t do nothin’ to those two.”

“Callin’ my wife a liar?”

Cynthia looked between her husband and the younger couple on her lawn, “What’s this about, Preston?”

“You just go inside now, Cynthia!” the preacher called back to his wife, “These two are full of delusions!”

“Arvin, let’s just head home now - you can take care of this tomorrow…”

Shaking his head, Arvin only approached the older man further, “My wife ain’t no liar. And those hands ain’t free of sin.”

“Go inside, Cynthia!” Preston shouted at his wife once again before turning back to the other man, “You won’t say nothing. I will have your lives ruined. Who will the town trust? Me, or two scruffy children who married straight outta high school?” he gives a forced chuckle, shaking his head and pointing at (Y/n) with a shaky hand, “Your wife… she- she… your wife is delusional. She’s crazy.”

Arvin Russell had been fighting nearly his entire life - he learned from his father and he continued on far after his father passed. Preston Teagardin had never been an athletic boy nor had he been confrontational by any means, preferring to hide in the shadows and smile his way out of trouble.

It wasn’t a mystery as to how Arvin managed to land Preston on the hard ground, chest pressing into the dirt and hands tightly wound behind his back in Arvin’s hold.

He didn’t know what he was looking for in the man. He didn’t know what he wanted from the preacher. He couldn’t kill the bastard - he still had a sister and wife to look after when his grandmother and uncle could no longer. Was it admission? Was it a promise to not even look at the women of Knockemstiff? It wasn’t an apology, he knew that - because there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be giving out forgiveness.

“You take back what you said,” Arvin grunted out, pushing his body harshly into Preston’s back and hoping it’d hurt as much as when boys did it to him on the playground, “You take back what you said about my wife, you hear me?”

“She’s crazy!”

Arvin took a hand into the preacher's hair and smushed his face deep into the dirt, “If I- “ when Teagardin’s whining got too loud, Arvin let his head up before roughly smashing it back into the ground, “Fuckin’ listen when I talk. You listenin’?” he waited for a nod of confirmation before continuing, “If I even hear your name in the same sentence as my wife’s or my sister’s, I’ll bash your fuckin’ brains in, hear me?”

“Arvin!” (Y/n) finally screamed out to her husband, hands landing on one of his arms and pulling, “Arvin, you let him go!”

“He deserves this, (Y/n)!”

“I know, but dammit Arvin, you’re gonna get the sheriff on you, let’s go home!”

Giving one last thunk of Preston’s skull into the ground, Arvin stood and kicked the man’s ribs before nodding at Cynthia with a brief ‘goodnight ma’am’ and returning to the car.

“That was a dumb thing you just did, Arvin Russell,” (Y/n) scolded, rather lightly, as her husband drove.

“I don’t regret a damn thing about it, (Y/n) Russell.”

“I didn’t ask you to,” she reached over and snatched his cap before fixing it over her own head, “I’m proud my husband cares so much.”

“Least I could do for the woman of my dreams.”

#arvin russel x you #arvin russell x reader #arvin russel x reader #arvin russell x you #before you start about how women were treated poorly and arvin speaking over yn would be normal in the 50s i want you to know #i literally don't care cuz i wrote it :) and i leik feminism so yeah :)

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jangofctts · 3 years

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what are the boys' biggest weaknesses? what will bring them to their knees?

dont mean to be evil but curious about their characters!

yOu EVIL MF DHDJDJD

i think it’s safe to say that they all would do ANYTHING for each other and they all are each other’s weakness when it comes to threats/kidnappings etc., bUT ILL GIVE YA SOME THOTS DHDJD i guess it more closely coincides with their fears? but anywaY

blanche: things being out of his control. like if he could easily prevent something but didnt and now he’s paying for it, it DESTROYS him

blue: being used to get something from him like, only using his friendship to access his brothers or maybe blueprints idk. like finding out someone doesnt actually care for him really sucks aSs

jaws: someone he’s close to/a pet dies or being seriously maimed. he feels things so intensely and it really rocks him when something like that happens. or when an s/o leaves him, he loves with his whole heart and it hurts every time oof

sweets: if you break his trust. sweets does not forgive easily and will always remember what wrongs people have done to him. he’s not vengeful, he’s just wary the second time around. seeing someone betray him or his brothers is devastating to him

kami: touching his ship kewjhrke nah im just messin. bUt kami relies so much on his humor and wild attitude to the point where it can be almost a crutch. if that were somehow taken away or beat out of him oof. he doesn't even wanna thiNK about it

fuse: listen--he’s never had much freedom in his life but the idea of being put on an even smaller leash/cage would ruin him. if he were forced into that with no hope for escape OUCH

bruiser: pretending to love him or not being truthful. he’s not dumb but he knows he’s not a genius--so if someone close to him tricked him and p much gaslights him about shut well bruiser would be devastated that that person just thinks he’s a meathead with no feelings/braincells. he’d do anYTHING for the people he loves so even just bringing them into the equation can be a weakness

void: it’s his brothers. if anything happens to them he'd LOOSE IT. he’s the resident reluctant mom friend. but that aside, he also hates feeling like he has no control over things like saving lives and such. if there was a situation where he couldn't reach one of his brothers or an s/o in time to save them, it would really cut him to the core

max: oH max boy. too friendly and trusting to a fault. he ALWAYS gives second, third, fourth chances despite the potential pain of getting burned again. I think that if someone close to him mocked his sunny attitude and used his kindness against him, max would be so shattered. he has a soft heart and forgets that not everyone is as kind as he is

#oWCHIE #ask #keida answers #sunburst squadron

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ofzola · 5 years

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howdy y’all! i’m jalynn, i’m twenty, i use she/her pronouns and i live in the est (east coast best coast am i right or am i right)! i’m like.....beyond excited to be in this rp with y’all and to get the ball rolling soon! i’m basically the most talkative and open book you’ll ever meet pls ask me anything i promise i’ll have an answer for u......anywho i guess this is the part where i introduce y’all to my baby...my love...my sweet summer child even though she was technically born in the winter......miss zola carter, ur resident butterfly muah

zola naomi carter | 21 y/o | the butterfly | international relations major | cultural anthropology minor

so. i would link a bio but....my app was like..10 pages long (oops) so. i’ll get around to that later aksjadhasd

first things first! zola grew up in bankhead, georgia (which is the hood in case none of y’all have ever lived around there)

so, as you can probably guess, zola grew up pretty poor, but she never minded bc she never knew any other way to live; to her, it was just life, and the hood was just home

her parents always preached to her about how amazing she was, and that she was gonna change the world, and that she deserved better than what she was born into, and since she was a kid, she really internalized those messages

so for a period of time, zola was happy, well adjusted, confident kid

(tw here for parental death)

everything changed when zola was 16; her father, who was involved in gangs and never truly stopped, was murdered. zola’s parents kept her rather sheltered from the sad realities of the hood bc they didn’t want her to feel discouraged with life, so of course, when her family was touched by this part of hood reality, zola was extremely shocked

this experience caused zola to develop anxiety and ptsd (though, she didn’t get diagnosed til much later) (also these are very common disorders that young kids from the hood suffer from and i wanted to highlight that realistically)

this situation really messed with her worldview, and her relationship to her hood now is really complicated bc she still loves her home but like. reality of it isn’t good every day

zola’s mental health sinks, and we see our little butterfly retreat into a cocoon

but college was right around the corner, and st. ettienne’s was her dream school, but her mom couldn’t afford it, and zola was a smart cookie but they don’t hand out full scholarships like that.....so both her n her mom knew the reality was just cyclical poverty despite zola’s potential, but neither of them brought it up

that is!! until zola’s (rich) aunt stepped in and decided this couldn’t happen! long story short, after a lot of arguing with zola’s mom, she got zola to move up to connecticut with her, so she could get ready for college (that her aunt offered to pay for where scholarships couldn’t)

zola experiences a lot of culture shock, which doesn’t help her mental situation bc atp it’s the summer before her senior yr of high school, and only about a year after her dad’s death

zola more than likely got bullied to an extent at this point, as well bc like........poor dark skinned black girl from the hood down south moves to this really elitist rich area in connecticut...it only makes sense

basically before her freshman year of college, zola decided to go to therapy bc she was just sick of feeling sad an anxious and icky all the time! and she did some soul searching (longish story) and got back in touch with baby zola who believed she was the one who was gonna save the world and give her hood a good name

so fast forward to now, she’s a senior and still goes to therapy frequently bc anxiety and ptsd are just things she’ll always have to deal with (and more often these days bc the murder of daisey is really messin with her head since daisey was her roommate)

but even though senior zola is light years ahead of freshman zola in terms of mental health and confidence, she’s still got a long way to go! but she’s workin on it!

also her relationship to money is still kinda shaky.....she’s so used to not having any that sometimes if she’s feeling stressed in any way or bored...she’s gonna drop big dollars on some clothes she LOVES fashion now that she can afford the luxury of it and it’s literally her biggest vice (impulse shopper, but she doesn’t think so...she’ll see in a few more therapy sessions)

also.....savior complex....she’s got one.......again she thinks that her need to save the world is completely unrelated to her trauma but boy does she have a big storm coming

also the imposter syndrome kicks in hard with this one sometimes.....she knows she deserves to be here as much as anyone else but like...all it takes is one lil thing to go wrong before she’s thinkin about dropping out and giving her spot to someone else she thinks deserves it more

but really. anxious, sensitive, and paranoid as she may be, zola’s got a heart of absolute gold

anyways...i’m making this kinda long so imma just sum up her personality now ajkhdkjdhaljdha

+(positives) ambitious, empathetic, intrinsically motivated, dedicated

-(negatives) insecure, savior complex, paranoid, kinda impulsive

now ig it’s wanted connection time! here goes:

now for the most part, i’m literally up for any and every single thing! so if u have any ideas just hit me with ‘em all! but off the top of my head ig it’d be cool to see: - her cousin? idk if this is possible atm bc idk if there are any other black characters around, but i think it’d be cool if her aunt is one of ur muse’s mom! - any type of love/romantic interest would be fun (plus i’ve literally never plotted one before??) - zola’s model un team captain so ig a co-captain or members would be fun! she’s also a writer for the campus newspaper, and in book club so there’s that - any and every type of friendship....she’s already frenemies with the princess and super cool with the alpha, but i’m down for any and every type of friendship please give me that...study buddies, lunch friends, a whole squad i love it all - also maybe former bullies? former friends? whatever u feel - idk like i said. i’m down for EVERYTHING just lemme know....anyways this is getting long so imma wrap this up and actually finish this blog

#veritasintro #it's actually DISGUSTING how long it took me to write this #it's also disgusting how long it is i'm soooo sorry i'm just so talkative and i want yall to know EVERYTHING about zola #anyways if u like this.....i will im u or hit u up on discord bc eye.....would love to plot #( ooc. )

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superfreakerz · 5 years

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Are you still up for a story request? May it be about our ship already in their 80's, reminiscing all their wonderful memories together while up in a hill doing stargazing. I think of this idea 'coz my grandparents anniversary will be in Jan 14. So excited! 😘😘

January 14th, you say? Then I am just in time! ;D Also, I’m sorry in advance if this is too sad, idk why I’ve been writing some angsty things lately. I hope you like it!

“Trip Down Memory Lane”

Rated T for mentioned character death?

Summary: A night under the stars with her husband recalling their old memories together was just what eighty year old Lucy needed to get rid of her fears.

Trip Down Memory Lane

The walk up the hill was hard, especially for Natsu, as he helped wheel Lucy up the hill. Her legs were weak, and she wasn’t able to walk long distances anymore. Not that he minded. She was still the beautiful girl that he’d fallen in love with, even with the gray hair and wrinkles adorning her face.

Aging was a vital part of life. If Lucy was being honest, there were times in her life in which she had trouble believing she’d live up until her eighties. With all of the dangerous jobs and battles she’d fought, could anyone blame her?

But here they were, still alive and breathing. Their lives were peaceful- well, as peaceful as they could be considering they were part of the most rambunctious guild on Earthland. Every day they managed to go to the guildhall and see their friends, who were aging just as graciously as them. They were blessed with two beautiful children, Nashi and Lucas, who were now fine adults. And despite their old bones, they still made time for some dates.

Once they reached the top of the hill, Natsu laid a blanket on the grass before helping Lucy out of her wheelchair. They slowly lowered themselves onto the ground, gazing up at the starry sky. This spot was special to them. Natsu had surprised Lucy many years ago by bringing her there to look at the stars, knowing that it was something she loved to do. Since then, they’d found themselves perched on that hill at least once a week.

Lucy’s lips curled into a smile. They were deep into the forest, far away from all the hustle and bustle of Magnolia’s streets. It was so relaxing.

“We’ve been here so many times,” Lucy said, her voice quiet as if not wanting to disturb the peaceful aura around them. “And yet, I never grow tired of coming here.”

Natsu laughed before joking, “Yeah, because you aren’t the one walking up this damn hill every time.”

“Oh hush. You know I’d do the same for you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

The two smiled, locking their fingers together. Lucy silently noted that the callouses on Natsu’s hands had long disappeared ever since they stopped training and going on jobs. They still held a hint of firmness to them, but not as much as before. He was aging too.

“Do you remember the first time you brought me here?” she asked, a frown stretching over her face. She’d hoped he remembered, but his memory was slowly deteriorating. He remembered all of the big things, but he’d forgotten so many of their smaller moments. Moments that were precious to her. Even though they didn’t talk about it, she knew it was happening. They both did.

Natsu nudged the girl, giving her a grin. Even after seeing that smile for over sixty years, it still managed to make her heart leap in her chest.

“‘Course I do, weirdo,” he said, his hand tightening around hers. “This is where I told you I loved you for the first time. It’s also where Nashi was conceived. That, or Gray’s bathroom. I hope it was here, though.”

“Me too,” Lucy replied with a laugh. “We’ve shared so many memories together. And not just here.”

“Yeah, we have.”

“They weren’t all good ones,” Lucy said, her mind reeling back to all of the times that life had crushed her spirit. Breaking Aquarius’ key, the night Natsu and Happy had left to go train for a year, the entire Alvarez war, they were all memories that brought a frown to her face. Still, everything had worked out in the end, so she couldn’t be too upset about it.

Natsu nodded. He had some bad memories of his own. Igneel’s death, the time he watched Future Lucy die right in front of his eyes, the day that Happy died, there were too many times to count. But all of those times had made him the man he was today. The man who had the world’s most beautiful wife, the two greatest children, and a guild he had been in since he was a child.

“Remember that time the gang switched bodies?” Natsu asked, a grin spreading over his face.

Lucy snorted. “Of course I do. I was terrified! I thought I was going to be stuck as Gray for the rest of my life! There were literal ice cubes coming out of my mouth!”

“Thank god we somehow managed to switch back, because I don’t think I woulda fallen in love with you if you were stuck in that prick’s body.”

“Hey!”

“Kidding, kidding!”

Lucy still nudged the boy before turning her gaze back to the sky.

“Remember when I was sick and you uprooted a whole tree for me to see?”

“Hmm. Nope. Don’t recall.”

“What!?”

“I’m just messin’ with ya, Luce! Of course I remember that! Happy and I got beat by Gramps because of that!”

The two smiled sadly at the thought of their old master. It had been years since he had passed away, Laxus taking his place as master. They were sure that he was watching over them, face-palming every time someone in the guild destroyed something while on a mission.

“Tell me some more memories you remember,” Lucy said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Natsu frowned, noticing that the smile on her face didn’t reach her eyes.

“Remember that time we met Ichiya and the others from Blue Pegasus for the first time? And how the guys were all over you and Erza? I wanted to turn them to ashes because of that!” he said, recalling his old jealousy. He didn’t get jealous as much anymore, knowing that no matter how other guys felt, he had Lucy all to himself.

Lucy shivered, the thought of Ichiya sniffing her freaking her out. “Believe me, I remember.”

“What about that time after we beat Erigor and we were starving for days because we couldn’t find any good food?”

“I remember that too! Erza made me try that weird monster she sliced up even though it tasted disgusting!”

“Sounds like Erza!”

The two laughed, the sound filling the air. Natsu turned towards Lucy, only to find tears sliding down her face.

“Lucy? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I'm… I’m scared, Natsu,” she answered, holding his hand tighter.

“Of me forgetting things?” His wife nodded. “Who cares if I forget a couple of things, Luce? All that matters is I remember the important stuff.”

“But what if you forget those too? What if one day, we come up here again and you don’t remember why this place is special to us? What if you don’t remember that we have two kids? What if you don’t remember me?”

Lucy covered her mouth with a hand, sobbing. The thought of her husband not remembering her was heart breaking.

Natsu quickly sat up, gently pulling her up into a sitting position with him. With his hands on her shoulders, he stared into her eyes, the moonlight washing over her features. His eyes trailed over every strand of hair, every wrinkle, every feature of hers.

“N-Natsu?” Lucy called out. “What are you doing?”

“I’m committing all of you to memory,” he answered, still looking her over. “You’re scared of me forgettin’ you, right? I know that I could never forget you. That’s just not possible, Luce. But if you’re so worried about it, then I’m gonna do my best to make you worry less about it. So, I’m gonna make sure I get every detail right so I can remember you forever. And when the kids visit next time, I’m gonna do the same thing with them. And even with Gray and Erza, and everyone else at the guild. I’ll make sure I won’t forget anyone.”

Lucy’s cheeks warmed as she smiled through her tears. “I hope this works.”

“It will. Look, Luce. I can’t promise that I won’t forget anything. The truth is, I will forget some stuff. But I can promise you that I’ll never forget the moments that count the most. And I’ll never forget you.”

Lucy nodded, and they both laid back down on the grass.

“Remember that time you challenged Erza to a fight and lost right away?”

“Which time?”

Lucy laughed, snuggling closer to her husband as she stared at the stars. Their bodies were aging, there was no preventing that. It was a scary process at times, but their wrinkles, gray hair, and in Natsu’s case, deteriorating memory, were signs that they made it through their worst of times and managed to live long, happy lives together. They were signs of their perseverance.

Their time left together was short, they both knew that. But they were going to make each day a fun adventure anyways.

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Ink - KisaSaku

Idk, I was feeling some KisaSaku lately. Inspired a bit by @artisticsasquatch‘s amazing Tattoo Shop!AU art.

Warnings: Cliche and fluffy.

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The bell above the front door chimed, alerting Kisame of a new customer. Automatically his eyes drew to the clock, only to frown when he saw they were already past closing. Dammit, Deidara. He had asked his co-owner to lock the door ten minutes ago.

Leaning back in his chair, Kisame listened more than looked for the blond tattoo artist. When there was no sign of where the younger man had run off to, Kisame resigned himself to dealing with the newcomer. With a sigh, he pushed himself up from his desk before he moved into the mainroom, leaving the piece he had been working on on the tabletop.

A young woman was standing in front of the counter. From her profile, he saw she was eyeing the artwork on the wall with absent interest, her long, pastel pink hair falling down her back in soft curls. Her white playsuit was modest but revealing enough for him to see the smooth skin of her legs and arms were void of color or lines. A first timer.

“If you’re lookin’ to get something, you’ll have to come back tomorrow,” Kisame said. “We just closed.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know.” She looked away from the art on the wall to glance at him as she flashed him a small, apologetic, and almost nervous, smile.

Kisame blinked. It wasn’t often that he lost his words, but the woman before him was downright gorgeous. Her smile, though shy and polite, softened her features, but it was her eyes that drew his notice. They were rimmed with kohl and the most brilliant shade of emerald he could recall seeing. His mouth suddenly felt try.

“Uh,” Kisame said lamely. He swallowed thickly before trying again, “It’s fine. You lookin’ for anything in particular?”

She shook her head. “No, just browsing-.”

The bell chimed again as a man slipped inside the shop. He glanced at them briefly before meandering to the wall on the other side of the entrance to scan the rows of art. Kisame frowned. He should lock the shop before another late night rush came through. People always came in late - and drunk - on Saturday nights and they always had to turn them away. Where was Deidara with the keys?

“Well if you want to come back tomorrow, I can sketch you a couple of pieces,” Kisame offered, returning his attention to the woman. “See what catches your interest.”

She nodded but the smile had vanished from her face. In fact, her entire body language had changed. It was then that he realized her eyes kept flickering to the man that had entered behind her and there was a nervousness about the way she chewed the inside of her lip. Something was wrong.

Kisame eyed the man again. The stranger was well-built but definitely smaller than Kisame. Not that that was surprising. He was well over six feet tall and almost entirely wrapped in muscle. He was intimidating without even trying and downright terrifying when he was. It suddenly seemed so obvious why this pristine princess had walked into his shop.

“Yeah, that would be cool. Thanks,” she said. But there was no enthusiasm in her voice. Only thinly veiled tension.

The man glanced at her again, obviously sensing her pending departure. Kisame knew he had to say something. If he didn’t and he let her walk out those doors, she would end the night as a victim. Whether for the small clutch in her hand or the space between her legs he didn’t know, but in either case, it made his blood begin to boil.

“Dude, can I help you with something?” Kisame suddenly asked before she could turn to leave. His question was innocent enough but his tone was hard and direct.

The kid looked at him abruptly. He blinked in surprise before he shook his head. “Uh, I was just checking out your art.”

“Didn’t you see the sign? We’re closed.”

“Oh,” he said lamely. He briefly glanced at the petite woman before he inched towards the door. “I’ll come back another time.”

Kisame stared him down until he slipped out of the shop and disappeared down the dark sidewalk.

The moment he was gone, the woman closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Kisame returned his gaze to her, his expression softening in concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. She met his gaze as her small smile returned, this time the edges warming with appreciation. “Thanks. I’m sorry for the hassle. He started following me and the light was on and I just didn’t know where else to go…”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” he told her when she trailed off. “Do you want me to call the police?”

She shook her head. “No. He’s probably gone by now. I think you scared him off pretty good.” Her smile turned vaguely teasing, causing him to smirk, before she brushed her hand through her hair and half-turned towards the doors. “Anyway, I should get going so you can close up your shop.”

His frown returned as did his concern for her safety. She didn’t look very comfortable leaving the security of the well-lit parlor quite yet and surprisingly he found that he didn’t want her to go yet either. “I don’t mind if you stay a little longer,” he said. “You won’t be in the way.”

Her expression turned quietly hopeful. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Just hang out a little longer,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m Kisame, by the way.”

“Sakura.”

He resisted the urge to snort. Of course it was. What else could her name be with features like that? But he kept his thoughts to himself as he turned away to begin cleaning up his work station.

“What’re you doing downtown by yourself anyway?” Kisame asked conversationally. He shot her a brief glance to find she was eyeing his art book on the counter.

“I’m here with some friends,” Sakura said. “Well I was anyway.”

And without pause, she launched into a story about how her school was on break - medical school, he was surprised and impressed to learn - and her best friend insisted on bar hopping. They had a great time until Ino had ditched all their friends by happily jumping into the car of the guy she had been trying to hook up with for three years, too sloshed to remember that going out had been her idea in the first place.

Kisame chuckled at that. He listened to every word Sakura spoke, quickly finding that she was quite witty and her sense of humor was rather twisted but never crass. He didn’t even notice that he had finished cleaning his station and was simply enjoying listening to her talk until he heard the backdoor to the shop slam closed.

Deidara appeared around the corner a moment later. He stopped in the doorway to the backroom when he spotted them. “You doing one more tonight?” he asked.

The smell of ash and smoke reached Kisame’s nose, causing him to frown. That’s where the blond had disappeared to. He decided against chastising Deidara, fully aware that if he hadn’t left the front door unlocked, Sakura wouldn’t have had somewhere to escape to.

“Nah, just hanging out,” Kisame shrugged.

Deidara cocked a brow, but fortunately kept his mouth shut for once. They both knew Kisame never just hung back, unless Itachi, his good friend from high school, came by. Which was quickly becoming less and less as he got more involved with his father’s business.

Deidara eyed Sakura curiously. “You want me to lock up?” he asked Kisame, his eyes never leaving the pretty female lounging in Kisame’s chair.

Kisame quickly shook his head. “I’ll do it.” He was enjoying Sakura’s company and he didn’t want her to feel like they were kicking her out.

The blond shot him another half-surprised, half-questioning look, but he just turned away to cross the room to his own work station.

Sakura hummed thoughtfully as she resumed thumbing through the art book she had swiped from the counter. “Maybe I should get a tattoo. Like a heart or something.” Unintentionally Kisame snorted, causing her to shoot him a look. “What?”

He just shook his head as he failed to hide his smirk. “You’re such a chick.”

“Uh, yeah,” Sakura retorted. Then she turned his book around to show him the picture she had been looking at. “Not like a heart-heart. But like an anatomically correct heart, with the chambers and Coronary arteries and Aortas.”

He followed her finger to the tattoo he had drawn a few months ago of a dagger piercing a bleeding heart. He cocked his brow. “Uh…you sure you want that one?”

She shot him an unimpressed look. “I don’t mean this one exactly, but something like it. Oh, come on, you know what I mean.”

“He does,” Deidara said across the room. “He’s messin’ with you.”

Sakura glanced at the blond before she turned back to Kisame to find he was openly smirking. Slamming the book closed, she raised it like she was going to strike him with it. But her intent was softened by the amused smile tugging on the corner of her mouth.

“I’m kidding, princess,” Kisame laughed. He held up his hands playfully, only lowering them when Sakura put the book down.

“Well what tattoos do you have?” she asked, eyeing the art that was peeking out under his long-sleeved shirt.

Pulling his sleeve out of the way, Kisame turned his arm over for her to see. “Just a couple I got while in the military-.”

“Whoa,” Sakura interrupted.

With great interest, she put the book aside and grabbed his wrist to pull his arm closer to get a better look. Her fingers danced across his skin as she gazed at the colorful art, obvious appreciation in her green eyes. She traced the bold centerpiece, a large Trident of Poseidon with a powerful shark circling the hilt, before she pushed his sleeve further up his arm to see the rest of the work.

Kisame was not a man who blushed by any means. But the intensity of her focus and the delicate strength of her fingertips sent little jolts of pleasure up his arm and made him warm with masculine pleasure. He was quite liking her attentions.

A thump across the room suddenly reminded Kisame they weren’t alone. He chanced a glance at Deidara and found the blond was openly watching them with a blatant smirk on his face. Kisame awkwardly cleared his throat, inwardly praying his embarrassment wasn’t showing on his cheeks, and hesitantly he withdrew his arm from Sakura’s touch.

“Oh, sorry,” she apologized, afraid she had offended him. “That work is beautiful. Did you make it?”

“I drew the traces but Deidara was the one to tattoo it,” Kisame replied.

Sakura watched as he pulled his sleeve down again before she flickered her eyes to the clock and bit her lip uncertainly. Kisame realized a moment too late that he had unintentionally made her feel unwelcome and he stood with her as she took a half-step towards the door.

“Anyway, it’s getting late and I’m sure you want to close up by now,” she said, a little too casually. “Uh, thanks again for…earlier.”

Kisame half-shrugged. “It was nothing. Just glad I could help.”

Sakura smiled before she glanced at Deidara briefly. “Nice to meet you. Hopefully I’ll see you guys around again.”

Then she turned towards the door. Kisame followed her at a slower pace, not really wanting her to leave but at the same time not knowing what to say to make her stay. He was fortunately saved the embarrassment as Sakura suddenly turned around again before she made her exit, her hand on the door handle.

“Can I call you sometime?”

Blinking, Kisame nodded a bit dumbfoundedly. “Uh, yeah. I’m usually here at the shop most days. If you call the front desk, they’ll transfer you over to me.”

Somewhere behind him, Deidara sighed. “You have got to be fucking kidding.”

It was then that Kisame realized what she was asking. “Oh…” he muttered. He just stood there for a moment, completely taken aback as he processed what she was asking and why.

Kisame didn’t think himself bad looking by any means, but Sakura…she was downright gorgeous. She was the type of girl who turned heads when she walked into the room and could make any man lose his train of thought whether she was dressed to impress or in an old pair of sweats. It almost seemed a joke that she would look at him.

“Uhh…yeah,” Kisame stuttered. He hadn’t felt this nervous since high school. What the hell was wrong with him? “Yeah, ‘course.”

A happy smile lit up her face before she pulled her phone out of her small purse and passed it to him. Kisame punched his number in before he passed the device back to her, feeling strangely excited and nervous. It had been so long since the last time he had done anything like this.

“Great!” Sakura said, still smiling. “I’ll talk to you soon then.”

Kisame nodded and muttered an agreement before she slipped out of the shop and disappeared into the night.

He continued to stand in front of the door a moment longer until Deidara snorted behind him. “Call the shop? Really, Kisame?”

Kisame threw him a look that clearly told him to shut up before he headed back into the backroom. The piece he had been working on was still sitting on his desktop, but his motivation to finish it was no longer present. Instead his fingers itched to trace a heart. With all the chambers and Coronary arteries and Aortas.

He was going to need to do some research.

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