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#Arvin russell x reader
slasherscream · 2 months
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my girl can wear whatever she wants tiers please for crazy ass boys gang!!!
CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + MY GIRL CAN WEAR WHATEVER SHE WANTS TIERS
❥ my girl can wear whatever she want cause I can fight ❥
Billy Loomis - When you look particularly good his arm might as well be glued to your waist. He's both possessive and protective. He hates the way everyone's eyes devour you, but can't help how prideful it makes him either. Yeah, you want her. Of course you want her. Everyone does. But only I have her. God help the idiot that's stupid enough to open their mouth and not just look.
Jordan Li - They love watching you put your outfits together. They make suggestions from your bed, glancing up at you every few minutes. They can't help it. Their eyes are drawn to you permanently. No matter how crowded the room they can find you in a second. Whenever there's a party Jordan loves watching everyone try to sneak quick glances at you. They jump like rabbits when they wind up meeting Jordan's eyes and watch that smile that Jordan only wears around you fall back into the usual scowl. No one wants to be caught staring at Jordan's girl.
Arvin Russell - It's not possible for you to feel fear in public when you're with Arvin. You could be wearing straight lingerie in the most dangerous city in the world at 2 am and be safe. He's not just ready to protect you but hungry for it. Every time he proves he'll fight till his knuckles are bloody and bruised over you he watches you walk a little more confidently. Shine a little brighter. Knowing that he's there to protect you has only made you more yourself every day. And Arvin? He's obsessed with the transformation that the safety net of his fierce protection has ignited within you.
Jason Dean/JD - You wish he'd only fight people over what you're wearing. Unfortunately, this is not the case. JD pulls out a gun. Not every time, granted. Just a large majority of the time. In his defense, how is he supposed to act when someone has the audacity to cat call you? Do you expect him to just watch and not care as you experience that brief shiver of fear that runs up your spine when a man whistles at you before following it up with even more salacious words? If you feel fear, he'll make them feel fear. Simple.
Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - If someone is stupid enough to not recognize him before they say anything to you about what you're wearing they will quickly recognize the tentacle wrapped around their throat. "Apologize." He hisses through gritted teeth, increasing the pressure, knowing just how much strength he can use before it would break their neck. How he ever expects anyone to apologize to you with a giant tentacle wrapped around their wind pipe you don't know. This is the second time this month. You're running out of night clubs you're not banned from.
David Mccall - You walk out of the house with the confidence that only someone who's done 12 tours over seas should have. But no, you just have a boyfriend who is incredibly scary. You've watched him almost break a man's hand for brushing it against yours at a crowded bar while he reached for his drink. You don't even think before you throw on an outfit anymore.
❥ my girl can wear whatever she want because she a hoe and I knew that before we started dating ❥
Josh Washington - Could he fuck someone up if needed? Yes, but he feels no need to. As long as you're not in danger or being disrespected Josh loves the way you express yourself through your look. You're hot and beautiful, of course you wear stuff that's short or tight, or both. If he looked like you he'd do the same thing. People don't usually say anything to you anyways, since he's always pressed to you like a second skin. He's not a jealous guy, but he is a chronic clinger.
Stu Macher - Is probably the person wolf whistling you in the first place. Points at you from across the room when you're talking to other people and says, "That's my girl right there. She's smoking, right?" He will always be smug he pulled you and NEVER shut up about it. The more wild you dress the more smug he gets. People can look all they want. But you only want him. What's there not to brag about?
Kevin Khatchadourian - Kevin above anyone else would thoroughly understand your psyche before dating you. He's involved with you because, somehow, you intrigued him against all odds. He already expected and predicted with near perfect accuracy every step of the relationship. Skimpy outfits are not throwing him. Can he fight? Yes. But, frankly, if someone pisses him off by hitting on you swinging on them is not gonna satisfy him. He's more of a "put their fingerprints at a crime scene so their life is ruined" type of get back. If he decides not to kill them.
Sebastian Valmont - Sebastian is the one buying you more hoe clothes. He loves your style and is not insecure. If either of you wanted someone else, you could go get them. But you two were practically made for each other. He wants to show you off. Is never going to be the type to try and dull your shine. He wants to walk into a room with you and have jaws drop from the deadly combination of the way you look together. He thrives off of seeing how much people want you. Knowing how futile it is. How hopeless. He pulls you tight into his side and grins like the devil himself (also, and this knowledge is of utmost importance, he cannot fight for shit.)
❥ my girl can wear whatever she want cus I’m scared of her ❥
Nathan Prescott - Is possessive, jealous and insecure enough to absolutely want you to change what you're wearing. With anyone else he'd even be bold enough to tell them to change. You are not anyone else, though. You are you. Considering every other behavior you tolerate from Nathan on a monthly, weekly, daily, and hourly basis you would snap on him like a twig if he tried to bring one more red flag on board. He knows this. You know this. When you slide on your low rise jeans and the tiniest crop top known to man, you make eye contact with one another in the mirror. He looks away first. You go back to peacefully fixing up your hair. Upside, no one is crazy enough to actually hit on you when you're at parties held on campus together. Which means Nathan won't have the cops called on him. Hooray!
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nonpoppin · 9 months
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Sundress Season
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Summary: Summer is Ohio gets real hot, thankfully there's a new trend sweeping the nation... Folks are calling it sundress season. Arvin is calling it proof that God exists.
Warning(s): it's porn with plot y'all. Simple as that, ain't too dirty. PiV in the wilderness plus a truck that's literally it. Oh, background (hinted at?¿?) racism too.
Note(s): do any of y'all read the notes bc lol, the summary is a little clickbait-y, here's your warning now that not once does anyone say the words sundress season. This is 3.5k words!! What else, oh, go easy on me y'all haven't written smut in a bit AND shout-out to @cocoamoonmalfoy for helping me with the slang and constantly putting up with me sending her different version to read 🥰
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Pastor Dan stands at his altar covered in sweat and glistening red robes. He moves unfazed by the heat that grips the rest of the church— Aunties in big ugly hats sit fanning themselves, one hand raised to praise weakly or they're dabbing sweat off their foreheads. Some mothers usually spend the service shushing their kids and keeping them in check doing nothin’ but sitting there bored because their wild kids have been tamed by heat.
Little girls with their frilly socks sit slump, sweating out their fresh perms and a part of you winces in sympathy for both the mothers and the girls. You don't miss those days— the smell of chemicals, blue grease, and an eternity spent between your mom's legs holding your ear down in a fleeting attempt not to get burned. You had long since gone natural, something you were starting to regret more and more as church drags on; your hair is sticking everywhere it shouldn't, your scalp completely drenched and the sweat only being caught by your eyebrows. You're downright miserable right now but the same can't be said for Arvin.
The man sits in jeans and a matching jacket, his cap secured firmly on his head. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to the service nor is he paying attention to his sister murmuring along with Pastor Dan in a whimsical tone to amuse his niece. His eyes seem to be roaming the room in faint amusement, not a bead of sweat gracing his skin and when he somehow senses you looking at him, his chestnut eyes jump to yours and he smiles something soft. Before his eyes drop down to your outfit and he snickers.
You are a grown woman. Sure, you still live with your mama but her house is big— you have your own room, your own car no matter how beat down it is and you got a job in the city that pays you a pretty penny. You are your own person, free to make your own choices, to do whatever you want but that all goes out the window when it comes to your mother and church. She had taken one look at your outfit, a pair of shorts and a tank top, and sent you back up to your room like you were a child and told you to change into that dress your grandma got for you two Christmas' ago. Said dress was a hideous shapeless length of orange fabric that hugged neither curve nor lump, it stops just above your knees, and a matching pair of ugly gloves that make your skin crawl just looking at them.
Your mama had said you looked beautiful when you came down the stairs but Arvin bit back a laugh every time he glanced at you. The bastard.
You stick your tongue out at the man and he barks out a laugh that makes Lenora jump in her spot. Just as she turns to nag him there's a loud thump then Pastor Dan's wife Katrina screams bloody murder. The music that was playing along to the pastor's service cuts short as the piano boy shoots to his feet and there's a burst of movement and more screaming. Your eyes snap over to the commotion, leaning over chairs to see past the suddenly standing members of the church to see what happened and… oh.
Cindy Prewitt, the main singer of the choir in all her pretty thick purple robes had passed out. Her piano boy is at her side in the instant, his gravelly voice heard over mothers reassuring their kids everything was okay; “Cindy, baby, are you okay?”
Pastor Dan dabs at his forehead with a cross embroidered handkerchief as he stares on, a frown on his face, “We have to end it here folks, I know–”
You don't hear much else because Cindy stirs and several people exclaim ‘hallelujah!’ or some type of; ‘God is good!’
Arvin has made his way over to you in all of this, his fingers interlocking with yours when he's sure no one is looking and he tugs you a bit closer to him, “Think we gonna head out. Heat's finally getting to Grandma and Lenora, you staying?”
You squeeze his hand in response, thinking before responding. You had rode here with your mother in her car and as much as you'd love to leave with her, you know she's gonna make it a point to stop and talk with everyone and their mother before taking a step out those doors. “I dunno… Your truck here?”
Arvin bobs his head a little, looking over by the altar where Cindy is now sitting up— a cup being pressed to her lips by her lover and he frowns just a bit but the grip on your hand grows a little tighter. “Mhm, Unc’ drove Lenora ‘nd them here. I just followed behind to come see you.”
Your heart does a little flip as you stare up at him. Your lips turn downward in some weak attempt to fight off the big grin growing on your lips, “You didn't have to come here for me, Arvin. I know you don't like church.”
Arvin shrugs and does the thing he does when he's starting to turn a bit bashful— his left cheek sucks in and you can see him chewing on it as he gives your hand another squeeze before pulling away and letting his voice drop into a whisper, “Well, I like you so…”
This time you don't fight the smile. “Arvin Russel, you're a true charmer.” Then, quickly you add; “Go wait for me in your car, it's better if we aren't—”
“Together, I know.” He clips, sighing. He takes off his cap and pushes all his hair back before shoving it back on his head. “See you.”
“See you, Arvin.”
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Arvin takes you home before he takes you anywhere else. He doesn't tell you to be quick or ask to come inside— he knows your mother has a nose of a bloodhound and would be able to sniff out the fact that he was there— he simply presses several quick kisses to your lips, groaning when you pull away and asks you to bring him out a glass of water when you're done.
So, you take the quickest shower known to man. You don't bother with shaving because Arvin has said multiple times that hair doesn't bother him, and you lather yourself up in sweet-smelling soap then hop out and slather yourself in a mix of cocoa butter and coconut oil. You twist your hair up and away from your face, put in cute little golden studs, and finally, you pull on a pretty blue sundress. Most girls in town wouldn't be caught wearing something so thin, even in this heat they'd have on their shorts that touched way past their knees or some dress that was much too thick for this weather. You spray one last spritz of perfume on you before bounding into your kitchen and grabbing two water bottles.
You're out of your house in under thirty minutes and when you open your front door, you see Arvin hastily stub out a cigarette and choke on the smoke that filled the cabin of the truck. He tries to fan the smoke with his cap before giving up and stumbling at his car with a guilty look, “Thought you'd take longer.” He coughs, a small puff of white smoke escapes his lips and he fans it away before it blows in your face looking sheepish. “Sorry, baby you look… look.. wow.” He clears his throat, lashes fluttering as he takes you in.
“That’s a good ‘wow’ right..?” You ask, pitching your voice higher in an attempt to make it sound like a joke but you hesitantly begin to pull at the fabric. “It might be a little… much but it's hot and it's not like—”
“Baby, y’look gorgeous.” He interrupts. He's turning bright pink just looking at you, his cheek sucking in as he shuffles foot to foot. “I ain't ever seen a prettier gal in all my life, just…wow.”
You smile lightly but still, you add; “It… it might be a little much for the creek–”
At this very moment, Arvin is glad he lives in a small town with the closest neighbor usually a mile away and hidden in Knockemstiffs’ nature. He's glad because he can pull you close without worrying about prying eyes and gossiping mouths to press a soft kiss to your lips. He smiles when you huff in annoyance but you kiss him back all the same, he's the first to pull away his hands falling to your waist pausing just a minute before he shakes off whatever thought that spawned in his head. “It's a date, darlin’. A shitty date I know but you're allowed to get all dolled up, you're allowed to look sexy if you want.”
You snicker, pressing another kiss to his lips then the corner of his lips then his chin before leaning back with an impish grin, “You think I look sexy?”
Arvin blinks down at you, a smile pulling at his lips.“I think we better get a move on before I drop to my knees right here and devour you.”
Your heart jumps and you swat at him, ignoring the heat that shoots straight to your core. Damn, you think, swatting at your laughing lover again, maybe it wasn't the best idea to go without underwear.
Dates with Arvin usually go one or two ways. The two of y'all were secret, something down low and private to keep you safe in a world full of small-minded folks. So, usually, Arvin would pack a basket full of food he and his grandma made, treats he snagged from the store, and drove you out somewhere deep into the wilderness where you both could be you. You could talk, eat, laugh, and pretend like you weren't sitting on some ratty old blanket but at the diner in town. But sometimes, life gets in the way. Arvin works, you work and sometimes when he's not working he's watching his niece while Lenora finishes up school and you'll be damned if you get in the way of that. So, sometimes, you both go days without seeing each other— weeks really where all you have are secret late-night phone calls and glimpses of each other in passing. Meaning when the both of you finally see each other again there isn't much talking.
No, it's spent in the back of Arvin's truck, clothes barely off and moaning and well, fucking like bunnies. You used to say it's a miracle you ain't pregnant, Arvin snorts at the idea and points out that no matter how hot and bothered he gets about you he'd never forget a condom.
It's been nearly a week since you saw Arvin in person, his presence at church had been a surprise but a rather bold statement to you. He missed you, missed you enough to suffer through church after all that happened last year. It's been three days since any secret phone calls and with the way Arvin is tugging you to the car, he's desperate for you. His driving shows the same— he all but speeds out to the creek, his hand securely on your thigh rubbing small circles into your flesh. It'd be almost sweet if you didn't know him if you didn't recognize the impatient tapping of his fingers on the wheel. Rarely, he's ever this horny and you help but want to tease him.
“I don't see the basket,” You start coyly letting your hand fall over his, “Are we gonna stop and pick something up before we head to the woods?”
Arvin's foot hits the brakes incredibly fast and you jerk forward but are kept from any harm when his hand flies up to stop you from going any forward. He apologizes first, quickly then blinks twice, “You wanna eat?”
“I could go for a bite.”
He looks at you then the woods you're both surrounded by almost incredulously. But, by the grace of all that is good, he doesn't complain about it, instead, he nods his head and puts the car in reverse, “Well, I'm picking what we eat this time, gonna be dark by the time we get back to the woods so might as well get something big and a lantern or somethin–” Your snickering causes him to pause and he glances away from the rearview mirror to look at you, “What's funny, Pretty girl?”
“You are.” You laugh, “I was just joking, Arvin. Ate before church ‘sides, I'm not an idiot. Figured we were gonna be out here the moment I saw you.”
He frowns just a bit, “Don’t say it like that baby. You know you're more than sex, right?” He pulls the car just a bit deeper into the woods. It's not the creek but it's close enough and hidden behind overgrowth, “I ain't bothered by going back and getting us some food and shit, we can just relax we don't–”
You raise an eyebrow, cutting him off, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
There's a pause. Arvin stares at you, you stare at him— your eyebrows raising higher as he swallows down harshly before– “Fuck it.” He curses. He's unbuckling and out of his seat faster than you can blink and you burst out laughing as he scrambles at the car. He's a man on a mission, rounding the car to your side in under a second and your door is yanked open. “I’ll buy you a proper dinner on the way back, bigots be damned.”
Then he slams his lips onto yours, manhandling you till you're facing him with your legs spread and him in between them. You whine when one of his hands comes up to grasp at your throat and he tells you to shut up. You don't but he doesn't seem to truly mind as his tongue slides against yours— it's a messy kiss, you can feel spit slipping down your chin and your teeth clink against each other as the kiss grows more heated then– “Oh,” You gasp as he weasels a hand between your legs, it's a bit of muscle memory on his part, his pinkie and ring fingers settle heavily on your clit pulling it taunt as he positions himself closer to you. “Arvin–”
“Shut up,” He grumbles, kissing you stupid. He makes a show of sucking on your tongue before pulling away to kiss your nose, letting the hand on your throat drop to push your dress up to stare at your pussy, and lets out a low whistle. “Pretty girl…”
“You're the devil, Arvin.” You whine, trying to close your legs.
He keeps your legs open with ease, still eyeing your cunt like it's the prettiest thing in the world, and smiles with bright glinting teeth, “With you baby? All the time.” Then, he puckers his lips and bends down just a bit to spit on your pussy. A gasp of mild disgust leaves you and the man snickers, “Oh, that was disgusting but not all those times I stuck my tongue in ya?”
“At least let me take my dress off.” You huff, “It's new and I like it–”
“Mmm… I like it too. Be a good girl and keep it on for me,” He simpers then he tugs at the fabric around your stomach, “But pop your tits out, I like to watch when they bounce.”
“Arvin.” You hiss, swatting at his hands. “You oughta be nice to me when you're between my legs.”
Arvin only chuckles again but he does fix himself upwards to give you a proper soft kiss. You let him, of course, one of your hands carding through his hair. You hear him fumble with his belt, his knees hitting the side of your seat and causing the truck to rock and creak— Arvin lets out a choked groan when you bite his lip and he carefully pulls away to yank his pants down.
You let out the same whistle he did early, “Pretty boy.” You tease good-naturedly and you watch as his ears burn pink. You laugh and spread your legs a little wider as if to challenge him— there's a chill in the air that mixes oddly against the warm heat of your pussy and Arvin's spit but you try not to let it get to you as you watch your man curse and fumble with the condom. Arvin curses again when he finally gets the material over his flushed cock before closing the distance between you for a kiss.
“Y’know,” He starts, breathless as he rocks against you, sliding against your folds with barely contained eagerness, “You complain an awful lot about me being nice to you when being mean makes you wet.”
He doesn't let you get the chance of replying before he's pressing into you, stealing both your breath and any forming thought. His hands go to your waist holding you in place as he fucks into you. Your startled squeak turns into a sharp moan as you arch your back, meeting him thrust for thrust— “Oh fuck, Arvin.” You gasp and he lets out a concentrated hum, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth. “Can you– fuck, can you –”
“I gotchu, baby.” He cuts you off with another kiss pulling you closer to his body with a hard thrust and you gasp and squirm— your ass is damn near hanging out of the car, your legs alternating between stabilizing yourself and quivering at your man's thrust. Arvin uses your new position to rearrange your dress some more; he pulls down your dress to your torso and pushes its bottom half up to meet it. “So damn pretty in this thing–” He grunts, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he pumps into you, fingers rubbing messy circles into your clit, “Shit, baby, need to– need to get you another, f-fuck–” He cuts himself off with a moan, “Love this pussy so much…”
When you cum it's sudden, a strike of lightning, a belt snapping— your legs give out and Arvin is quick to support your weight. He all but hauls your limp body up and out of the car, swallowing your moans and whimpers as he continues to snap his hips against yours chasing his high. He holds you easily, your legs barely touching the ground as he humps, his voice pitching into a needy whine to match your own, “Fuck baby, fuck fuck fuck– that's it, you take my dick so well, just a little more, just a little – fuck!”
Your back hits the side of the truck and the vehicle rocks with the movement as Arvin curls himself around your body— trembling fingers digging into your sides as he chases his release. The most you can do is hold on for dear life, taking what he gives and praising him in a soft tone that has him blinking back tears of pleasure. You cum a second time without much sound, just a low moan and your legs and cunt tightening around Arvin and it makes him let out a choked— “J-Jesus, fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby.” The truck rocks in tandem with his quickening thrust. Your hands grip his shoulders leaning forward, hiccuping as you kiss along his neck, and Arvin moans loud and needy, “Oh fuck, baby I'm– please, please I need to– I need to–”
Arvin doesn't finish his sentence before he's cumming. He nearly drops you as he does but instead, he presses you against the truck, panting as he holds you close. He whimpers when you squirm in his grasp but doesn't put up a fight as your feet touch the ground again. Still, he leans heavily against you, his arms tightly wound around your waist to keep you close. “Missed you.”
You snort lightly, pulling your dress back over your breasts, “Missed you too, Arvy. You need to sit down?”
He blinks slowly, “Mmm, nah. But c’mere–” As if he didn't just fuck you seven ways from Sunday, he picks you up— chuckling when you whine and rounds the truck to its bed and quickly opens it and has you sitting pretty on a blanket already set up back there. “This,” He starts after taking a deep breath and kissing you on your nose, “Is where I planned to have some fun but somebody thought it'd be funny to mess with me.”
“I ain't gonna apologize so stop looking at me like that.” You laugh and it brings a smile to his lips before his eyes drop down to your soiled dress. He gives the fabric a curious tug.
“Never seen you wear something like this, you said it's new?”
“Issa sundress.” You offer when he glances back up at you, “All the rage in the city and they're lightweight and good to wear in this heat. All the girls up there are wearing it.”
“Huh,” He breathes. He kisses you once, twice, then—
“Arvin!” You chide when his hands come up to grope at your tits.
It's safe to say, Arvin really likes sundresses.
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brain-palace · 8 months
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Notes: This post is created as an archive for myself so I can easily find the fics I love. If you're looking for something new to read feel free to have a look I recommend everything here. I read many different characters/universes, so I'll list them all so you don't waste time looking at something that isn't relevant to you. If you find something you like please show the fics and their authors some love! Also, this is a long post!
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Disclaimer: None of the works below belongs to me unless it explicitly says so. © - All rights reserved to the authors. If a fic does not have a name I will make one up for the sake of archival purposes.
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Characters/Universes TWD (The walking dead) - Daryl & Rick | Criminal Minds - Hotch & Ried | Stranger Things - Eddie, Steve, Billy | MCU - Peter Parker | Peakcy blinders - Tommy, John, Arthur, Alfie | The devil all the time - Arvin russel | Sherlock
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Key ➸ Angst ☁ | Fluff ♡ | Crack ❈ | On-going ✎ | Completed ✓ | Smut 🔞 |
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Daryl Dixon (TWD) ↴ Series ↴
Spitfire | by @rfsak2 | OC (Original character) | "Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one." | ✎
Close to home | by @paintyoureyeswithavividmind | "When a run goes poorly and Daryl is separated from his group, a stranger and her companion help get him out of a sticky situation. Little does Daryl know this stranger is much closer to home and his life is going to get a bit more complicated" | ✎♡ ☁
Return | by @daryl-dixon-daydreams | "Daryl loses Y/N when they head into Atlanta to rescue Beth. Her absence colours his years until they find each other again." | ♡ ☁ ❈ ✎
Till dead do us part | by @xwritingdixonx | "Daryl Dixon hasn't seen his wife in 3 years until he strolls through the gates of Alexandria. Reunited with his love and his family, he should feel peace, tranquillity, warmth. Instead, he's faced with confusion, shock, and heartache. Just like so many others put through the abuse and torment of the world, it changes people. Twists your mind, makes all your morals disappear. The kind waitress, the brave bartender, Georgia's delight, Mrs. Dixon. Now, mother of nothing - daughter of rage. The whore of Alexandria. A conqueror with tits. Why can't the Blackwell family get a word in before the people of Alexandria point fingers and create storybook titles? It's finally your turn to talk and Daryl's turn to listen." |
Oneshots ↴
The regulars | by daryl-dixon-daydreams | "Based on watching your interactions, Daryl thinks you, a bartender at a local dive, may actually have a thing for his older brother Merle, but a series of events at the bar may begin to show him otherwise" | ♡
All I'm living for | by @alldevilsharehere90 | "Just when you finally got the man you wanted, another surprise could threaten your relationship, especially when a herd of walkers is almost at your doorstep." | ☁ ♡
Old childhood fools | by @r66dus | "Drunk Daryl and y/n fooling around at the CDC" | 🔞
♠ ♤ ♣ ♧
Rick Grimes (TWD) ↴ Series ↴
The Claim | by @woman-of-balnain | Despite everything that’s going on, despite the world going to shit, despite wanting to stay on Hershel’s good side, despite his marriage falling apart, despite the way he knows he’s broken… despite it all, Rick can’t fight how badly he wants you. | 🔞✓
Undone in sorrow | by woman-of-balnain | "Finally coming face to face with Negan threatens the ties that bind your relationship with Rick together. After that first meeting, the two of you try to pick up the broken pieces of one another and become whole again." | ☁ 🔞
The nurse | by @itsgrimeytime | " Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You'd always wondered where he'd ended up; until in your search for shelter, you run into a familiar face" | ✎♡ ☁
Magnolia in May | by itsgrimeytime | "Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumours of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing." | ✎♡ ☁
Swear | by @daryandricky | "Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe." | ✎♡ ☁
Oneshots ↴
The life we could have had | by itsgrimeytime | "Rick knows you're gone, he does. He just keeps seeing you in everything" |
Everything I wanted | by @bloatedandalone04 | "The one where both you and rick are really bad at communicating your feelings." |
♠ ♤ ♣ ♧
Peter Parker (MCU) ↴ Oneshot ↴
Stacked against you (tasm)| by @delicate-dorothea | "Summary: You confront Spider-Man about his true identity, manila envelope style (literally)." |❈
No chance (tasm) | by @spider-stark | "Thinking he has no chance with y/n as himself, Peter begins approaching them as Spider-Man." |
Are you busy (tasm)| by @luveline | "You’re worried you don’t know how to kiss. your best friend Peter offers to teach you how among other things" | ♡
In the real world | by luveline | "You notice something about Spider-Man during a violent villain showdown, then you have to save his life."
White lies, red & blue tights (tasm) | by @t-lostinworlds | "You and Peter accidentally dressed up in the same costumes for Halloween. But he was not wearing a costume, it was his suit. You simply didn’t know that your favorite superhero and your boyfriend were the same. Who would’ve thought that seeing you in red and blue would be the breaking point of his lies" | ♡
Question (tom)| by @waitimcomingtoo | "Peter accidentally sends you mixed signals when he kisses you for the first time then stands you up" | ♡ ☁
It was fun, being 21 (tom)| by @loverwebs | "In which your boyfriend, Peter Parker, doesn't make it to your birthday dinner. So you walk home alone, only to run into the city's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." | ♡ ☁
Series ↴
Infinitely you (all of them) | by spider-stark | "In every universe you are the one person Peter Parker will always love more than anything; unfortunately, he always realizes it too late. Now that they've been granted a second chance none of them are willing to miss out on finally making things right." | ☁ ♡ ✎|
The red string | by @never--doubt | "Once a year, everyone over a certain age can see the Red String of Fate that connects them to their soulmate. This year, Peter Parker is ready to find his soulmate, be with them. But the question is…is his soulmate ready?" |
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Steve Harrington (ST) ↴ Series ↴
Nail to the coffin | by @thetargaryenbride | "Y/N Byers wondered what would end up being the death of the small town she lived in. She never expected that the last nail on the coffin would be hammered by monsters from another dimension who would end up hunting down her friends and family one by one…" | ☁
You deserve each other | by @bimrwolf | "You and Steve have been together for five years. He's seemingly the perfect boyfriend, kisses on the cheek, knowing your orders at the restaurant. A great lover. Too bad you've had enough can't stand him." |
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The way you call me "Baby" | by @forevermoreharrington | "Steve’s been so patient with his girl but he just can’t take it anymore and neither can she" | 🔞
Love on the brain | by @vendettaparker | "You suffer from a bad case of pregnancy brain, leaving Steve to hover over you, much to your annoyance." | ♡
Almost Got It | by @mentalpolaroids | "She’s a barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Steve’s name on purpose" | ♡
Tainted Love | by @megxplryxb | ☁ ♡
Tornado warnings | by @harringtonwebs | "You and Steve had a very intense relationship now that you're up, hates to see you with someone new." |
I will always be right there | by @familyvideostevie | "you come first. you’re always my first choice." | ♡
Tell me again | by @appocalipse | "Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?" |
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Eddie Munson ↴ Oneshot ↴
Mechanic Eddie | by @whoahoney | "Reader’s shit box car pooped out on her once again, but at least the cute new mechanic seems eager to help." | ♡
Say you love me | by @marianita195 | "Based on the TikTok trend where girls don’t say “I love you” back to their boyfriends. " | ♡ ❈
Bookworm | by @corroded-hellfire | "Eddie has a thing for the local bookworm he just doesn't show it in the best way." | ☁ ♡
I'm Eddie - Eddie Munson | by @cosmal | "Your father finds Eddie in your room in the middle of something. eddie's a smug bastard." |
His glasses | by @pedgito | "Eddie in his glasses is just adorable" |
Grand Gesture | by appocalipse | "catching feelings for your best friend was never in your plans. when you start distancing yourself from him to protect your heart, eddie vows to do everything in his power to keep it forever." | ♡
Never Kissed | by cosmal | "eddies first date with you doesn't go how he'd planned and he hadn't even expected a kiss. still, you kiss him because you want to."
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Worlds Apart | by @munsons-maiden | "You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected lifeline and turns your world upside down." | ☁ ♡
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Spencer Ried (CM) ↴ Oneshots ↴
Passive Agressive | by @ddejavvu | "Spencer’s stressed, and he takes it out on you. You’re sure it would have hurt far worse if he’d shouted, but instead, he broke you down bit by bit, his cold demeanour leaving you crying in your car." | ☁ ♡
Tactic Admissions | by @almostgenerallyalways | "Spencer lands in the hospital, and you have to come clean with yourself." | ☁ ♡
Days off with Spencer | by @justmyheart | ♡
Back to you | by @radiant-reid | "Spencer never thought she would love him the way he loves her, but he also never thought she would come back from the dead" | ☁ ♡
No hair for you, devil! | by @thyme-in-a-bubble |
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Aaron Hotchner (CM) ↴ Oneshots ↴
Self-Made | by @her-storybooks | "The BAU gets a visitor who tares through the bullpen and leaves everyone in puddles of mush and exploded hearts." | ♡
Good for him | by @ptersparkers | "Aaron loves you. he hopes his son loves you as much as he does." | ♡
Better than morphine | by her-storybooks | "Broken Bone. When Y/N gets her leg broken by an UnSub, she clings to Aaron to help dull the pain." | ☁ ♡
Spontaneous phenomena | by @luveline | "Hotch touches your face much more than a boss should. Or, 5 times you have a nosebleed +1 time Hotch does." | ☁ ♡
Old man problems | by @hoe4hotchner | "Can you possibly write an imagine where Hotch pulls his back on a case, and the fem'reader offers to help him work it out in a friendly way because she was once a licensed massage therapist? Aaron of course is hesitant but gives in and allows it. But it gets heated" | ♡
Sweeter than fiction | By @hotchgirlsummer | "The bau decides to throw a small birthday party for Hotch. the reader is tasked with baking a cake, could this be their chance to express feelings?" |
A solitary mistake | by luveline | " You're not sure you're ready to come back. Hotch has total faith in you. Or, your transition back into the team after your abduction doesn't go as smoothly as you'd hoped." |
I'm Sorry | by @14buddy22 | "Aarons been treating you differently lately" | ☁
New mom | by @marvelslut16 |
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Thomas Shelby (PB) ↴ Series ↴
Challenge of a name | by @gypsy-girl-08 | "Y/N is new to Birmingham, she works at an accountant firm. In this part, The Shelby’s arrive at her office to pick up their accounts, where she meets Thomas for the first time. She was in a long-term relationship and is recently single, having moved for a fresh start. Still recovering from the split, she has no intention of meeting anyone else."
Tachipen | by @zablife | "With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known." |
Angst | by @murphyoclock | "Your and Tommy's argument gets out of hand when you provocatively try to make him jealous at his charity party." | ☁
Oneshots ↴
Peaky caps and razorblades | by @acewritesfics | "y/n helps Tommy sew his blades into his cap." | ♡
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John Shelby (PB) ↴ Oneshots ↴
Just play along | by @runnning-outof-time | "When the person who (Y/N) feels has been following her gets a little too close for comfort, she makes a quick decision that involves John Shelby and some good acting...or maybe no acting at all." |
Red lipstick | by @kkurades | "You feel flattered when charlie shelby asks to marry you while your husband feels like he could strangle his nephew" |
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Alfie Solomon (PB) ↴ Oneshots
A very Shelby Christmas | by @cillmequick | "Alfie and his sassy little wife find themselves in the midst of the Shelby clan for Christmas because Alfie’s sister is in a relationship with Tommy." |
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Steddie (ST) ↴ Oneshots
Cookies and consoling | by @mangchai | "After a hard day, you return home to your boyfriends who want to cheer you up." | ♡
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Billy (ST) ↴ Oneshots ↴
Bartender Billy | by @billysbabyy |
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Arvin Russel (TDATT)↴ Oneshots ↴
Mockingbird | by waitimcomingtoo | "Arvin joins a book club just to see you but has to pretend to be your boyfriend to stay"
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Notes: This post only contains all longer fics I will be creating a separate post for shorter fics/ i.e. headcanons, imagines, drabbles and scenarios that I love. The link to that will be here → The little things.
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holyfruitsnax · 1 year
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Southern Hospitality
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Summary: Arvin stumbles across you having a little alone time and decides to help.
Pairing: Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Masturbation, Slight praise kink, Fem & Male receiving, smutttt 18+ please!!!, cursing, never proofread <3
A/N: Not this almost not saving because my internet went out.
   Arvin’s knuckles thrummed against the old wooden door to your home a few times before stepping back with his hands locked behind himself. “Arvin! How nice to see you!” your mother smiled opening the front door wider so Arvin could come in. “S’nice to see you too Mrs. Y/LN. Is uh, is Y/N here?” Arvin glanced around to try and spot you to no avail. “Yep! She’s in her room, listen, I’ve got to pick up some things from the store, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. You like Spaghetti?” She grabbed up a little purse watching the young man nod. “Alright! Then you can join us for dinner!” She beamed before heading out.
   Arvin headed down the hall towards your room, boots gently thudding against the hard pine floor. Your bedroom door was ever so cracked almost like you were in a rush and meant to close it. Just as he went to push the door open the rest of the way with a smile, a soft whine caught Arvin’s attention making him lean his ear closer. Not a pained whine, put one of pleasure. Could you be...No... Arvin felt the sudden urge to take a peek through the slightly open door, a tinge embarrassed at the same time. She’s your friend, give her some space. Arvin decided he’d back away and wait for you to finish and act like he had no idea what you were doing. That is until the loveliest sound graced his ears.
   “Arvin~” You quietly called to him, well, not to him since you didn’t know he was there, but Arvin felt like you were. He felt his dick stir in his pants at the idea of his sweet Y/N getting off to him. So, he took a look and nearly fell out at the sight of your H/C hair messily tossed against your pillow while your fingers ran circles around your clit. Your eyes pressed shut, mouth hung open slightly, God he could practically fall to his knees at this masterpiece. He couldn’t help but push the door open more, leaning against the doorframe to get a better look at you, watching your fingers desperately paw at your sex.
   “Oh my- Arvin please~” You whined again, eyes snapping open as Arvin gave a deep chuckle. “I’m right here darlin’ just tell me what you need.” He hummed letting his dark brown eyes skim over your form. A gasp escaped your throat, trying to tug the covers up to no avail. There stood Arvin Russel, your best friend. His cap on tight, cigarette behind his left ear, eyes glazed over, and a bulge making way in his jeans. How long had he been there? He definitely heard. “I-I’m so sorry-” “Don’t stop on my account.” Arvin slowly clicked the door shut behind him, prowling over you like a bear looks at an elk. Hungry. “You’re not mad?” You furrowed your brows still clutching your blanket. “Mad? No...Turned on?...” He grinned gently pulling the cloth from your fingertips, bearing your skin to himself again, biting his bottom lip with a pleased groan.
   You couldn’t believe it, everything you’ve wanted was about to unravel. Arvin leaned in and kissed you, a rough hand cupping your jaw to keep you close. You pulled away a little resting your forehead against Arvin’s. “Help...Help me?” You swallowed thickly spreading your legs wider beneath the brunette. “My pleasure darlin’...” Arvin pulled you back in for a heated kiss, tongue pushing its way past your soft lips. His hands found your shoulders, laying you back down against the bed, pulling away from you with heavy breaths. Arvin climbed down the bed, unbuttoning his white shirt at the same time so he could toss it to the side. “So pretty~” He stared at your pussy while sliding a finger up and down the wetness that had gathered before popping it into his mouth with a moan. Wetting his finger, Arvin pushed it into you slowly, getting a feel for your tight velvet heat before adding another. He loved the sight of you writhing under him, soft moans luring him in closer.
   Looking down at Arvin you shifted your hips to match the pace of his fingers, swallowing thickly when his lust filled gaze met yours. “M-More!~” He cocked a brow watching you plead to him, you looked helpless. Removing his fingers from you, Arvin quickly shoved them in his mouth again, licking them clean while you watched. Leaning up, Arvin latched onto your left bud sucking and nipping causing your back to arch up into him. Swapping to the other side you could feel him smirking against your skin, he was proud of himself as he peppered kisses down your middle until he was met with your hot center again. Quick hands flipped his beat up cap backwards before delving his tongue deep into your cunt causing you to hiss and moan. Arvin lapped away at your center like he’d been starving in the desert, drenching his chin with your juices. “Oh my- gosh Arvin!” You moaned out as Arvin swapped his abuse to your clit, desperately hoping your parents weren’t home. “Ugh...That.” Arvin groaned against you, one hand moving to pop off his belt, smoothly tugging it through his belt loops, tossing it to the side “Say that again Y/N Darlin’~”.
   Arvin’s firm grip forced your shaking legs against the mattress, licking a stripe up your pussy, tongue swirling your sensitive and slightly swollen clit. Your body jolted feeling oh so close, you listened to Arvin’s instructions. “Feels so good Arvie!” You choked out, only for him to stop. “Why’d you-” Your eyes widened landing on Arvin’s now free cock, oh, that’s why. “Can I- I mean I’ve never. I might not be good at y’know.” You gulped sitting up and crawling over to Arvin’s panting body. “S’okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to Doll.” He smiled, a gentleman as always. You smiled in return, wrapping your hand around his length watching his head thump against the wall in pleasure. “I want to.” You hummed, keeping your eyes on Arvin’s for a moment, testing yourself a little while slipping his cock into your mouth. 
   Arvin’s jaw clenched, teeth slightly showing while you bobbed your head a little, encouraged by his quiet moans and fingers combing against your scalp. You panicked feeling yourself gag slightly around him, moving to pull away out of embarrassment you were stopped by Arvin’s hand cupping the back of your neck. “S’okay, it happens. Take your time Darlin’ you’re doing so good for me.” Arvin’s voice had dropped lower in his throat, fingers gently rubbing at your neck, not holding you hostage, just there for support. So, you gathered yourself and kept going “Just like that...” He cooed. The longer you sucked, the easier it got, but also the more tired your poor jaw became. Finally having to pull away to get a good breath, Arvin led you to straddle his lap noticing you hold your jaw for a moment. “Sore?” He hummed stroking himself below you “A little...” You admit, Arvin’s lips caressing the edge of your jaw. “My poor baby... Means you were giving it your all, just for me.” He winked sending a shiver up your spine, of course you nodded.
   Lowering your hips slowly taking in Arvin’s cock, you both sighed as soon as your bodies made complete contact. Arvin gave you a moment, waiting for you to begin rolling your hips into his at your own pace. “Heavenly Darlin’....J-Just perfect.” His chest heaved under your fingertips. Your left hand drew shapes across Arvin’s lean chest, enjoying the muscles flexing every now and then while the other snaked behind his head to toss his hat aside, wanting to enjoy his thick curls that bounced with you both. Arvin couldn’t help himself as he began to buck deeper into you making your moans fill the small home. A tight feeling built in your belly as you continued to ride Arvin. “A-Arvin I think I’m getting-” “Alright, I’ve gotcha Darlin’...” He groaned, flipping you both so your back was against the sheets, leg hoisted over Arvin’s shoulder so he could pound into you at his own pace now. Immediately you tossed your head back in bliss, fingers clutching for anything they could reach.
   Arvin watched your tits bounce with each of his thrusts “Come on baby, let go for me Y/N.” he couldn’t help the sloppier pace of his thrusts. Your pussy clenched around him as you came, eyes slamming shut, head tilting back while you let out the loudest, most erotic call of Arvin’s name causing his bliss to join yours. The both of you relaxed, panting in unison as you stared at each other. “That was...” You sighed, loving the dopey smile plastered across Arvin’s face “Oh yeah.” He chuckled pulling out of you so he could lean down and capture your lips again. “I love you Arvie~” You mumbled tiredly against his lips. “I love you too Y/N Darlin’....And next time, come get me first.” He teased pushing some damp curls off his own forehead with a cocky grin. 
Alright, I’ll admit it, I love this and I love Arvin. I hope you do too Loves! - Snax <3
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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years
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Let It Grow
Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader
Requested by @ava14rose9 : when you get the sense that Arvin doesn’t like when you’re affectionate, you start withholding affection
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Your eyes flicked to the clock every few seconds as you waited for Arvin to come home from work. You busied yourself by watering your plants, sighing deeply as another shriveled leaf fell off and crumpled to the door. Finally, the front door opened.
“Hi, doll. I’m home.” Arvin said as he came through the door. You put your watering can down and practically ran to hug him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his face all over to greet him.
“Hi, honey. I missed you. How was work?”
“Same old. How was your day?” He shrugged and placed his hands on your waist, absentmindedly drumming his fingers on your dress.
“Same old for me too. I can’t get these damn plants to grow.” You sighed and looked over your shoulder at your shriveled potted plant.
“They just need time, baby girl. They’ll grow.”
“I hope so. Are you hungry? I was just starting dinner.” You told him as he took his cap off and hung it up on a hook beside him. You started to comb his messy hair out of his face with your fingernails in the way you knew he liked.
“I could eat.” He nodded, smiling a little at the feeling of your hands in his hair.
“Good. Because I made your favorite.” You smirked and leaned in a little.
“You’re the best, sweetheart.” Arvin squeezed your hip and walked away. You watched him disappear into the living room and frowned a little. He never picked up on your signals for when you wanted a kiss and it was starting to bum you out. You always had to initiate the kisses and just once, you would like for him to kiss you to show his gratitude.
“Arvin? Why don’t I draw you a bath so you could clean up before supper? I’m sure you’re awfully dirty from being out in the tar pits all day.” You said as you followed him into the living room.
“You don’t have to do that, baby doll. You’ve done enough.” Arvin replied as he gave you a soft smile.
What you wanted to say was, “yeah, I have. So get over here and and kiss me” ,but you just smiled instead.
“It’s no problem. That’s just how I show my love for you. I like to do things that help you out.” You told him, trying to hint at how you were feeling. You walked into the bathroom and left the door open as you turned the bathtub faucet on.
“I appreciate that, sweetheart. I appreciate everything you do for me.” Arvin smiled softly at you through the open door. You sighed when he didn’t get the hint but refused to give up.
“You know how else I like to show my love? Affection. I could kiss you all day if you let me.” You shouted over the sound of the running water.
“Aw. That’s sweet.” Arvin chuckled, still not catching on.
“What about you?” You asked innocently. “How do you like to show your love?”
“I don’t know. Guess I just do it without thinking about it.” Arvin shrugged and leaves against the doorway of the bathroom.
“Right.” You sighed and stood up, wiping your wet hands off on your dress. You went to leave the bathroom but Arvin stopped you by gently grabbing your arm.
“Wait, sweetheart?”
“Yes?” You asked, hoping he would ask you to join him in the bath.
“You got a cobweb in your hair.” He chuckled and tilted your head down so he could pull the cobweb out of your hair.
“Oh. Thanks.” You smiled tightly and left the bathroom. You stopped to water your ever dying plants before going to the kitchen. Arvin wandered in a little while later just as you were putting dinner on the table.
“Thanks again for running the bath for me, baby doll.” He said as he gave you a soft smile.
“No problem.” You returned the smile and shut the oven door with your hip. You placed a plate down in front of Arvin before running your fingers through his wet hair to get it off his forehead. He smiled as you tilted his face to kiss his cheek.
“Eat up. You got another long day of work tomorrow. You need your energy.” You said as you put some mashed potatoes on his plate.
“I will. Thank you for making dinner, sweetheart. You’re the best.” Arvin said as he gave you a grateful smile. As much as you loved that smile, you couldn’t help but wish for more.
“Of course, honey. I love you.” You said as you put your hand on top of Arvins.
“You too.” He gave your hand a squeeze before pulling it away from you to pick up his fork. You let out a little sigh before picking up your fork as well. In your opinion, “You too” wasn’t as good as “I love you too”, but Arvin didn’t seem to know that.
That night, you climbed into your shared bed as Arvin blew out the candle lighting the room.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Goodnight, Arvie.” You said as you wrapped your arms around him. You rested your head against his back and listened to the soft sound of his breathing until you fell asleep.
The next day, you got your uniform on and prepared to go to work. Arvin was working out in the shed on something, so you went outside to see him.
“I’m leaving for work now.” You told him.
“Okay. Bye, baby girl.” Arvin said as he smiled at you over his shoulder. You couldn’t see what he was doing but you doubted it was so important that he couldn’t say goodbye to you.
“I’m going.” You said again.
“Okay. I’ll see you when you get home.” He replied, still not stopping what he was doing.
“Can I have a kiss?” You asked, feeling silly for even having to ask.
“I’m kinda busy right now, sweetheart.” He said in a kind tone.
“Oh. Okay.” You said quietly. You walked over to him and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
“See you later.” You said softly before leaving the shed.
After a particularly crummy day at work, all you wanted to do was go home and cry. You hoped Arvin would be a source of comfort for you, the way you always were for him when he needed you to be.
“Hey, baby doll. How was it?” Arvin asked from his seat on the couch when you walked through the front door.
“I had a bad day.” You said as you climbed into his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Aw. I’m sorry, honey. Do you want to talk about it?” He asked as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.
“Some customers are just so rude.” You sighed. “I accidentally spilled a little water on this lady and she screamed at me in front of the whole restaurant.”
“That sounds really touch. But I bet I could make you feel better.” Arvin smirked as he cupped your face and made you look at him.
“Yeah?” You raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”
“Let me show you.” He said before connecting your lips in a kiss. The kiss got heated quickly and he picked you up to carry you to the bedroom. He managed to take your mind off your troubles for a little while but when you were done, your mind was at war again. You rolled over onto Arvins chest and looked up at him in the lighting of the setting Sun.
“Arvie? Can we talk?”
“Yeah, baby girl. What’s on your mind?”
“It’s just, I know you love me. But sometimes I feel like you don’t like it when I touch you. You don’t really respond to physical affection. I’m always trying to kiss you and hold your hand but you don’t do the same to me. Its starting to make me feel unwanted by you. Is that true? Do you not want me?” You asked as you looked up at him. Arvin didn’t respond, so you propped yourself up on your elbow to look at him.
“Arvin?” You asked and shook him a little. You titled his face towards your own, only to see that he was fast asleep. You let out a sigh and flopped back onto the bed. It was starting to seem like you’d never get through to him.
You had off the next day so you decided to make some food and bring it to Arvin. You packed a sandwich and an apple into a brown paper bag before driving out to the tar pits.
“Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing here?” Arvin smiled in surprise when you ran up to him. You hugged him tightly before kissing him hello.
“I had the day off so I thought I’d bring you lunch.” You said as you handed him the paper bag. Arvin removed his arms from around your waist to accept the bag, ending the hug sooner then you would’ve wanted.
“Aw, thank you baby doll. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I thought you might be hungry. Plus, I missed you.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“I missed you too, baby girl.” He smiled. You leaned in to kiss him but before you could, he turned his head.
“Let me introduce you to my boys.” Arvin said as he let go of you and walked over to his crew of men. You smiled sadly at the rejection and walked with him to the group of workers.
“This is George.” Arvin said as he gestured to a dust covered man.
“Why, hello gorgeous. You must be Arvins little lady.” George said as he took your hand.
“I am.” You smiled as George kissed the back of your hand.
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you. Arvin never shuts up about you. But I can see why.” George said, making Arvin turn a rosy red.
“Shut up. Do not.” Arvin mumbled shyly as he looked down at the ground.
“Russell! We need you over here, boy.” The boss yelled from somewhere in the distance.
“I’ll be right back, baby girl.” Arvin told you before running towards his boss.
“He’s lucky to have you. I know if you were my girl, I’d never be able to keep my hands off of you.” George told you, making you chuckle at the irony.
“I appreciate that. But Arvins a little more reserved. He’s not into all the lovey dovey stuff.” You smiled sadly.
“Really? I never understood people like that. If I could kiss my lover in public, I’d do it ever chance I got.” George sighed as he wistfully looked at one of the men on the crew. The man noticed George staring and gave him a shy smile.
“Why can’t you?” You wondered.
“People don’t always agree with my kind of love. Better safe then sorry.” George said with a tight smile. You gave him a sympathetic smile in return before looking over at the man he had been staring at.
“I’m sorry.” You sighed. “Everyone should be able to kiss the one they love. No matter who’s watching.”
“I agree. Nothing more beautiful then kissing your beloved without a care in the world about who’s watching.” George smiled as he looked over at the man again. You looked past him and saw Arvin talking to his boss, making you sigh a little.
“Yeah. I think so too.”
Arvin finished talking to his boss and walked over to you. You wanted to pull him into a hug, but you restrained yourself.
“Thanks for coming to see me, sweetheart. ” Arvin smiled warmly at you. You returned the smile and slipped your hand into his.
“No problem.” You told him and gave his hand a squeeze. A couple of the other guys came over and Arvin pulled his hand out of yours and pretended to cough.
“Sorry, sweetheart. You know I don’t like that public affection kinda stuff.” He leaned down to say into your ear.
“Right. Sorry. I forgot.” You gave him a fake smile and folded your arms. Your eyes flicked back to George before falling to the ground. The men around you chatted as you silently came to a decision. If Arvin didn’t want your affection, then you were no longer going to give it to him.
The next day, you tied your apron around your waist and got ready for your shift at the restaurant.
“All right. I’m heading to work.” You called from the front door.
“Okay. Bye, sweetheart.” Arvin said from the kitchen. He absentmindedly tilted his head to the side, awaiting your kiss. Instead, he heard the front door close. Arvin stopped what he was doing and curiously went out to the front room.
“No kiss?” He said to himself as he scratched his head. He shrugged it off and went out to the shed, but he couldn’t shake how much it bothered him. As the hours passed by, Arvin couldn’t stop thinking about it. He figured if you were mad at him, he could make it up to you by being helpful. He left the shed and started to boil some water to get started on dinner.
When you came home that evening, Arvin was sitting on the couch with some tools in his lap.
“I’m home.” You said as you hung up your jacket.
“Hi, baby doll. I’m in here.”
Arvin watched as you went over to your plants and watered them. You then walked into the living room and sat on the couch, but not beside him. Arvin frowned, having grown used to you sitting on his lap or right next to him whenever you were on the couch together.
“I’m glad you’re home. I missed you.” Arvin said as he tilted his head to the side a little, expecting a kiss.
“I missed you too. Hungry?” You asked as you got off the couch. Arvin frowned again and followed you into the kitchen.
“I am. And I figured you would be too. I got started on dinner.” Arvin said as he showed you the soup he had been making.
“Aw. Thanks, hon. I appreciate that.” You said with a grateful smile. You didn’t seem mad, but you also didn’t seem like yourself. Arvin took his hat off and placed it on the table, hoping you’d scratch his head like you usually did. When you didn’t get the hint, he ran his hand through his hair and cleared his throat to get your attention.
“Are you okay?” You asked. “Does your throat hurt?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just been wearing this hat too long. My head needs a rest.” Arvin said said as he ran his fingers through his hair again. He tried to scratch his head the way you always did, but his fingernails were too short.
“Are you itchy or something?” You asked him.
“No. I’m okay.” Arvin said and stopped trying.
“Okay.” You chuckled and gave him a strange look. You finished making dinner together and ate it in the dining room. You still didn’t seem mad at Arvin, but you also didn’t put your hand on top of his like you usually did. It bothered him, but he didn’t say anything.
That night, you climbed into bed as Arvin blew out the light.
“Goodnight, my dear.” He said as he got into bed beside you.
“Goodnight.” You said through a yawn. Arvin laid down and expected to feel your arms around him like usual, but he felt nothing. Arvin frown and backed up until his back touched yours.
“Arvie? Are you okay?” You asked him.
“I’m fine. Just a little cold.” He lied and hoped you would get the hint.
“Aw, baby. Here.” You said and sat up. Arvin got excited, thinking you were gonna cuddle him like your normally did. Instead, he felt a blanket being draped over his body.
“Take an extra blanket.” You said and flopped down on the bed. Arvin let out a sad sigh and pulled the blanket tighter around his body. He didn’t know what he did, but he was determined to get to the bottom of it.
As the week went on, your usual behavior continued. You acted the way you always acted around Arvin, just without the affection. When seven days had gone by and he hadn’t gotten a single kiss, Arvin knew he needed to say something. He found you on the couch one day and stood in front of you.
“Baby doll? Can we talk?” Arvin asked as he nervously toyed with the hem of his white t shirt.
“Of course. What’s on your mind?”
“Are you mad at me?”
“What? I’m not mad. Not at all.”
“Well have I done something to upset you?” Arvin asked as he sat beside you.
“No. Why do you ask?” You wondered. Arvin looked down at his lap and mumbled something under his breath.
“What was that?” You asked.
“You don’t kiss me no more.” Arvin whined a little. “Or hold me at night. And you haven’t played with my hair in days.”
“Oh. You noticed that, huh?” You asked in surprised.
“Yeah. I just feel like you used to always be touching me in some way and you don’t no more. I just miss it is all.” Arvin said softly as he avoided eye contact with you.
“You miss it?”
“Course I do. I love all the lovey dovey stuff you do. I don’t know why you stopped. I thought I did something wrong. I’m sorry if I did.”
“Oh. No, no.” You said as you cupped Arvins face between your hands. “You didn’t do anything wrong., baby. I just thought you didn’t like that stuff. I felt like I was bothering you or something.”
“You weren’t bothering me, sweetheart. Not at all.” Arvin assured you as he leaned his cheek against your palm.
“Then how come you never kissed me or held my hand? How come I always had to be the one to initiate it?”
“Let me show you something.” Arvin said and took your hand. He brought you out to the shed he was always working in and opened the door. You watched him curiously as he picked up a wooden plank with three wide holes cut out in it. It had a chain attached to either side and a hook in the center.
“I been working on this for you. It’s for your plants.” Arvin explained as he held the device up by the hook.
“You made this for me?” You asked as a smile tugged at your lips.
“Yeah. Look.” Arvin said as he walked over to a hook on the wall. He hung the device up and put three flower pots in the holes.
“You’re always saying your plants don’t grow. I thought if we hang this up by the window, they could get some more sunlight. Plus, the water can drain out of the pots at the bottom.” Arvin explained. You looked between him and the device in awe, unsure what to say. Arvin noticed you staring and sheepishly looked down at the ground.
“I’m not like you.” He said quietly. “I’m not soft. I don’t know always how to say or do the right thing to make you feel my love. Nobody ever taught me how.”
“Oh. Honey.” You pouted and went to wrap your arms around Arvin. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.
“I may not know how to show love the way you do, but I know how to build things. So I built this for you. Because I love you. And this is how I show that.”
“I love it, honey. And I love you. I’m sorry I’ve been withholding affection. I honestly thought you didn’t want it.”
“I always want it. I always want you.” Arvin said as he tilted your chin up. “And if you need me to hold your hand and kiss you to make you feel my love, then I can do that.”
“I don’t want you to change for me, baby. It’s okay that we show our love in different ways. That’s what makes us work as a couple.”
“So you’ll keep kissing me? And playing with my hair?” Arvin asked hopefully.
“Of course I will. I missed it too.” You said as you reached up to run your fingers through his hair. He sighed happily before resting his forehead against yours. You tilted your head to the side so you could kiss him. He cupped your face with his hands to deepen the kiss, making up for the lost time.
When you pulled away, you slipped your hand into Arvins and led him back into the house. He thought the device he made and hung your plants up while you watched from the couch. He turned around when he was finished and you clapped for him. Arvin got a deviously look on his face all the sudden and before you could ask what was wrong, he ran towards you and tackled you on the couch. He pinned you down and kissed every part of your face that he could reach.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” He said between each kiss as you laughed in delight. Finally, he kissed your lips and let it linger. When he pulled away, you gazed into each other’s eyes for a while with dreamy smiles.
“I really do love you, sweetheart.” He said softly. “More than anything. I know I don’t say it enough. But I’m trying.”
“I love you too. And I appreciate that you try. And so do my plants.” You smiled as you looked over at your hanging plants. Arvin returned the smile and moved your face back towards his with his pinky. He leaned down to kiss you again before looking at you with a soft smile.
“You’re worth trying for.”
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sivyera · 6 months
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Yandere TDATT characters being in love with you would include...
ft. arvin, preston, lee, willard, lenora
a/n: pls don't kill me for the preston part, i mean some of you simp for joker who is much worse, btw y/n and Lenora are 18
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⤷ Arvin Eugene Russell
-Arvin would probably first met you at school when he was waiting for Lenora. He saw you standing up for Lenora to her bullies which immediately made him curious about you.
-So he would ask Lenora about you, he'd also told her to befriend you so you can help her in school, definitely not to know more about you.
-POSSESSIVE
-He would stalk you, sometimes he'd be in his car, driving behind your walking figure on the street, or he would sneak to your house at night watching you sleep or shower or do literally anything.
-He will protect you more than he does Lenora. If anyone even look at you the wrong way, they will end up with several broken bones. And if someone tries to touch you without your permission or make you slightly uncomfortable, the person will end up dead.
-After some time he will approach you. Starting a conversation about how glad he is that Lenora has you, that he cannot be around her to protect her all the time.
-He would never hurt you. Maybe if you find out that he killed someone for you, he would try to manipulate you, but he would never punch your or something similar.
-He would kidnap you soon, just to make sure that you are safe with him. He would also take a good care of you, will give you some freedom when he trusts you enough that you won't run away.
-He would want to spend every minute with you and he won't ever let you go, he loves you so much.
⤷ Preston Teagardin
-Preston would meet you in church after your grandma took you there. You didn't believe in god (you were atheist) and just lived normal life but that was to your grandma a sin. Your grandpa didn't really care because he was atheist as well so you often made jokes about your granny's faith.
-When Preston saw you he knew that he wants you. Your beaty was unbelievable. Which made him curious about you. He saw in your eyes that you don't believe in god and that's what attracted him.
-Your grandma told him how sinful you are and asked him if he could talk to you, which he gladly accepted.
-He would manipulate your grandma to think that he needs more time with you, alone. So she will make you go to the church more often, than he could be alone with you.
-Possessive and obsessive, will also stalk you a lot. Probably in his car at night looking into your window at you.
-He wouldn't even try to convince you to believe in god because he himself doesn't believe in him. He is also atheist he's just doing it for the money and power.
-You two will be alone in the church or after some time in his house. He would be over the moon because he can have you all to himself. BUT he wouldn't do anything without your verbal consent, because he would never hurt you in any way.
-Your relationship will be a secret from the start, just few glances and his death stares at anyone who's talking to you.
-But after some time he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore. He just has to have you, all the time. He can't get enough of you.
-He will kidnap you unless you go voluntarily. If yes than you two will run away and live somewhere in countryside where no one will bother you. You will have freedom around the house and on the yard, but he's the one who will go for grocery OR he will go with you, just to make sure no one will talk nor touch his precious angel.
⤷ Lee Bodecker
-Lee will stop you while he was working because you drove too fast. When he pull you over he was too stunned to speak. You were beautiful and he saw fire in your eyes.
-He shook his head and flirt with you, but enough not to make it weird nor make you uncomfortable. At the end of the day he didn't give you the speed ticket and let you go under one condition, which was to give him your name and phone number.
-After that he will make excuses to talk to you, so he would either stop you at the driveway or call you or knock on your door for a talk (because he will found out where you live by stalking you or looking into your file at the police station)
-He is also a stalker but not that much like Arvin, Preston or Willard. He will call it 'looking out for you just in case some men will make you uncomfortable' because he's a policeman, after all it's his job ;)
-He will offer you his help to stay close to you, doesn't matter if you need help with grocery or drop you somewhere in his police car.
-If anyone touches you, make you uncomfortable OR dare to flirt with you, he will arrest them for a long time and make sure they will leave you alone.
-He won't be rude to you or harsh but he will be dominant (like every other characters except Lenora) because he is policeman, you will have to have some respect for him.
-He will kidnap you sooner rather than later, just in case no man will hurt you, this city is cruel...and he can have you for himself.
⤷ Willard Russell
-Willard couldn't take his eyes off of you, when he saw you at that bar. He will talk to you as long as possible and he will flirt with you. After your shift he will take you home to make sure you are fine, definitely not to find out where you live ;)
-He will come to that bar more often to see you and talk to you, will also protect you like that, because no man would even try to talk to you when they saw that Willard is near you.
-At night he will sneak into your house and sat next to your bed, watching you sleep for few hours, you now again just in case.
-He is the most possessive of them all, also the biggest stalker. If anyone will try to talk to you, he will wait on them somewhere in private so no one could see what he will do to that man, because i'm telling you the man that talked to you won't survive or he will have a REALLY hard time.
-He will kidnap you after just two months, this world is too dangerous for someone so beautiful and precious like you.
-He also wouldn't hurt you but he will manipulate you if you won't listen to him. He is also the most dominant, he is veteran so he has some discipline and will 'teach' you how to listen to him.
-Won't let you out of the house but otherwise you have freedom and if you need anything from the shop, he will either go with you or buy anything you need. Most of the time you will stay home tho.
⤷ Lenora Laftery 
-Lenora will meet you at school, you were her new classmate. She is the purest of them all but don't let her innocence fool you. She might be pure and innocent but she's not dumb, she can use it.
-From the start she will pray to god every night so he make her emotions for you vanish. But she will get use to them after some time.
-She will make herself a victim more than she already is to make you protect her from her bullies.
-She is more like your worshiper. Let's say you will became her new 'god' more like goddess, she will worship the ground you walk on, will pray every night for you and your love.
-She will also be a bit confused how much emotions she feels towards you, unhealthy emotions like lust, obsession, desire,... which she finds sinful and horrible but she cannot help herself.
-She won't stalk you... lot, but will kind of spend as much time with you as possible, which means sleepover or study dates (like she likes to call it, even tho they aren't)
-She also won't kidnap you made she will make herself look like a victim even more so you will stay by her side, if you talk to other guys she will act hurt and will say that the guys has been bullying her so you will eventually stop talking to him. She loves you and won't let you leave her side.
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tags: @clarks-letterman hope you like it!
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fairedoll · 2 months
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funny mind, darlin'
arvin x reader drabble
is this fandom still available/alive
this was written with a hippie!reader in mind but honestly it can be whatever you want
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It's one of Arvin's more relaxed days. One of those days when he didn't really have much to do, and would just lie back down or sit with you, whether it was quiet or you two had something to chat about. Either way, it was pleasant.
On one of these days, you decide to speak about what you've been thinking over. That thought, was one of those thoughts that just sprouted randomly, like some sort of weed in a plant pot.
"Hey, Arvin, do you think-..."
Arvin looks up from the newspaper he was reading, cigarette hanging from his mouth. "What's it?" he asked.
"Nevermind." You shook your head, leaning against the chair.
Arvin frowns at that, blowing smoke out of his nose. "Come on, pretty girl. I won't get mad if that's what you're thinkin'." The corner of lips curl up in a reassuring smile.
A beat.
"Do you think... Your parents would've liked me?"
The question comes out slow, cautious, careful. You don't look at Arvin, quietly scraping your nail against the wood of the table. Instantly, regret and guilt make you go cold. You swallow, opening your mouth to apologise before Arvin speaks. The cigarette falls on the glass ashtray you bought him for his birthday.
"To be, uh, completely honest-" he's the awkward one now. "My dad, dunno. The way I remember him, I don't think he would've appreciated you. Maybe at first."
It's your turn to frown, though still having that sympathetic hand over his. Arvin breathes out a laugh, however shaky it is at the topic of his parents. He gives you a look, however, telling you that he was alright with it.
"But at the same time, I know how he got with my mama. Grandma didn't really want 'im to be with mama. So... I think he'd get that. At least." he doesn't tell you that he would've been willing to cut ties with him, if that's what it took to be with you.
You smile slightly. "Huh."
"And, uh..." Arvin clears his throat. "My... My mama. I never did get to know what her type was, when it came to the girls I should like. But I... I think-hope-... Believe she would've liked any girl I chose, s'long as that girl-" he smiles softly, gently cupping one side of your face. You lean into the calloused flesh, closing your eyes. Heaven.
"Was kind, and good."
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silkscream · 2 years
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ree!! angry sex with arvin <3 like you’re fighting but now you’re fucking..yk
𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
warnings: smut (18+ only), rough sex, angry sex, not dubcon but... it's a weird dynamic, toxic relationship dynamics (?), dacryphilia
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arvin russell wears his reddish knuckles well, his hands branded and calloused in a way that makes other men wary around him at the bars. they don’t underestimate him, especially not when he's got a hand attached to your hip at all times even when he's angry with you. and you... you could never turn away his touch. it was still a token of his caring, closer than a white flag than any apology. you both knew how difficult it could be.
your face is warmer than it should be and you're pissing him off by the second. stealing his beers, moving erratically, like a child. the boys sure like you, some peers from arvin's job that is, and arvin fucking hates it.
you'd been a force in his life the moment you fell into it. burst in like a forest fire and shining bright since. that was why arvin kept you -- that edge to you made you different. he'd met his match with you.
once you're both back at the house, he tries to contain himself, grits his teeth while he watches you skip to the bedroom with the buttons of your blouse undone and loose.
"what's got you all pouty, mister?" you taunt.
"nothin'. just fuckin' tired."
"mm," you hum. "of me?"
he shakes his head, grimacing. you know exactly how to push his buttons and you don't care about the repercussions. maybe you crave them, instead. love isn't love if it isn't even a little brutal to you.
"'course you're not," you chuckle. "you were made just for me, weren't ya?"
he can't resist that little smirk on your face considering how hard his cock is straining in his blue jeans, but the alcohol in him still has his face burning. his fists clench then unfurl. arvin is often quiet, calculated, but has the innate sense of cruelty as his father. you coax it out of him like a confession.
this is how you end up pinned against the wall, white knuckles of his hand squeezing your shoulder while the other digs into the flesh of your side. fingertips grazing a breast. heavy, hot breaths from your lover's mouth fan over you.
"damn cute when you're actin' all tough, y'know that?" you murmur.
"i'll show you cute, you fuckin' brat," a hot rasp utters from him. the clench of his jaw makes him all sharp edges and it makes your insides preen. you are the knife and he's the only one who can wield you.
it's whiplash when he yanks your body like a plaything and you land on the mattress, hands gripping your thighs in a bruising force. his teeth are on your neck while a rough slap hits the flesh of your ass, making you gasp. his desire boils over you, no longer simmering, and you're ready for him to consume you.
you whimper his name, eyes widening when you feel the brutal thickness of his cock already. he usually takes his sweet time with you, but his fervor and wrathed temper make him impatient. he clumsily readjusts his body above yours, strips off the rest of his clothes quickly so he can hold your legs apart and punish you the way he intends to.
"y'wanted this, didn't you, honey?" he grunts. the way he plunges into you has your vision dizzy already, unable to form any coherent words to talk back at him like you usually do. he chuckles lightly when he realizes.
"arv!" you slur, voice dripping with something both comprised of agony and ecstasy, somehow. you can barely move underneath his body, struggling as he pins you down to hit you at just the right angle. he busies his mouth back to your neck again, all teeth and tongue forming wet bruises on your delicate skin.
it's all too much, all too fast. but he's right, always is -- it's what you wanted.
his hips meet yours, slaps against them, actually, as his thrusts knock the wind out of you. even with the pressure building inside your cunt, you need more. you'd let him smother you.
with surprising tenderness, arvin kisses your jaw. it's the first proper kiss of the night, you think. you want to feel his mouth on yours but he doesn't let you. there's a glint of taunting in his honey-brown eyes above you.
the swell of his cock makes your insides flutter. you let him use you until you're at your most sensitive, and the weak whimpers suppressed by his palm over your mouth make your eyes roll to the back of your head.
"fuck, gonna cum," arvin rasps. "now's the time you behave, huh?"
"yeah," you whine, tears springing from the corner of your eyes.
it comes as a little death. how can something feel so good that it hurts?
you feel his warmth inside you and it makes your skin feel hotter. you didn't even notice you were crying until he pulls out of you and wipes your tears with pity. the way his body is no longer on top of yours makes you feel empty for some reason -- as if you could be happily sewn to him for the rest of your life.
"didn't mean to make you cry, sweetheart," he says gently.
"you did," you accuse. "and you liked it, huh? sick bastard."
despite your tears, you can't help but crack a smile. even in your recovery period, you have to act tough, let arvin know that in every game, you're still winning regardless. it's always you starting it, the provocation, poking the bear just because you want to feel teeth.
"you're the sick one, baby," he says as he cleans you up.
"that's why i was made for you, too."
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supercap2319 · 6 months
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"Don't ya fuck with meh, boys. Come out now." Sheriff Lee warned, rifle raised and ready. He was lookin to punish the two boys who killed his little sister and her husband, not knowing that his sister and her husband were serial killers.
"Put the gun down, sheriff. Aah got one pointed at ya." Arvin warned.
"Have mercy own we’uns, sheriff." Y/N pleaded.
The sheriff laughed. "Mercy? aah caint afford ya mercy. Mah job is to uphold the law. Aah'm gonna shoot ya kids, then aah'm gonna tell the officials that ya were tryin' to murder meh. That's how all this is goin' down."
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sicklscream · 2 years
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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!
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pairing . . . arvin russell x fem!reader
summary . . . arvin becomes slightly aggravated at the men in town who think you’re nothing more than a fuck hole so he decides to tell you completely differently in a way you love most in the word
warnings . . . SMUT 18+ ; oral ( f!receiving ) , oral ( m!receiving ) , praise kink , slight degradation , foreplay , slight overstimulation , riding
notes . . . i went a little too far with this but i’ve been in an arvin russell mood and i can’t keep this out of my mind — pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4
NAVIGATION !!
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MOST WOMEN, WHEN HEARING ABOUT being a housewife, would think it is a loss of power, that they’re letting men control them and making them a product of their imagination. But with you and Arvin, you would happily submit to being his one and only wife, especially when he treats you 10x better than the men in the town.
Now, just because you are a stay-at-home housewife doesn’t mean you let your husband walk all over you. No, you set boundaries, you set rules, and the man happily follows and obeys them . . . sometimes.
Sometimes, when Arvin returns home from work to see you in that beautiful little sundress you love and bent over cooking, he can’t help but lay his hands on you and feast you like his dinner. You were just too beautiful to be left without his touch. And, as a plus, you do practically everything for him, which is more than he can ask. He loves how passionate and caring you are, and although he finds dinner dates and late night cuddle sessions as a thank you, he finds giving you pleasure is 10x better.
Today, as any other day, you woke up to soft kisses scattered across your face and a hand rubbing up and down on your thigh, rough and calloused skin against soft and smooth. Arvin treated you like a goddess every second of every day, and the mornings weren’t any different. While you thought you looked horrible in the morning, he looked at you as if you hung the stars over the moon.
Arvin Russell is completely and irrevocably in love with you. And as are you.
So, as the day progressed and your husband left for work with a long kiss and a wink, you started your daily routine; getting dressed and cleaning the sheets, something that doesn’t have to be done but you do anyways because you just can’t help it, doing your hair and applying your moisturizer without makeup because you’ve decided that ever since your husband revealed how much he loved looking at your face with or without makeup you would stop wearing makeup. You started making the dough for fresh cookies you would gift to the children at the library you visit and squeezing fresh lemon into a pitcher of ice water you leave in the fridge for when the mowers come.
You were not only compassionate about Arvin, but you were absolutely caring for the people of the town, even the ones that looked at you with shame because of the way you dress. You put others before yourself, and you didn’t have a regret about it.
When the clock struck noon, you had decided to go to the market for fish you were going to cook for dinner, and with only one car the two of you own that arvin uses to go to work, you decided to walk to the market. And, as a plus, the weather was completely clear and warm, meaning you would get to show some skin.
You only opted to be there for about a half hour so you still had time to clean the house as you hadn’t had time to the last couple of days, but when a man had approached you near the fruits and started asking you random questions, you knew your trip was going to be longer than expected.
“So . . . you’re Russell’s wife, huh?” You hummed as an answer, looking over the peaches and plums and picking the ones that looked the freshest and juiciest, the ones Arvin loves. “How does that even work? Does he even look over you? I bet you he makes you do everything for him, huh? That’s why you’re here instead of at home, in the kitchen, where you belong.” You ignored the way his words sounded and stopped yourself from rolling your eyes.
“No, not at all.” You paused, finally turning to the man, his hair greasy and slicked back, a blue plaid suit on him, signifying that he was one of the workers at the auto shop. “Arvin is way more than that, I choose to do everything for him, and as a ‘thanks’, he greets me with love and affection. You just think that since I’m a women and I’m at the market and not my husband that I’m being held under my will, huh?” When the man didn’t answer and clenched his jaw, you smiled sweetly and nodded, turning around and making your way through the store, grabbing everything you need and walking up to the register.
You placed your basket on the counter, smiling at the woman who scanned your items, recognizing her as the lady who reads to the children at the library. “Mrs. Russell, good morning! How’s Arvin been? I’ve heard about his promotion!”
You smiled sweetly at the woman, pulling out the small wallet you held in your clutch. “Good morning, Serena! Yes, Arvin’s very excited and I’m super proud of him. He’s been wanting this for months.” The woman smiled back, bagging your items and taking the money, giving you a goodbye and sending you off on your way.
As you walked through the streets of town, you wondered what your husband was doing, besides work, obviously. You wondered if he was thinking about you like you were with him. But who are you kidding, you are always on the man’s mind.
Returning home, you packed away the groceries and continued with your daily routine; cleaning the house and giving the stray cats that sit outside the house a can of tuna, putting peanut butter and bird seeds in the bird feeder, and planning this weeks dinners. You liked being ahead of time instead of choosing what to eat the day of, and Arvin liked it because he would be prepared of what you were cooking so if he needed to come home early or not.
He favored your chicken tomatillo tacos the most.
At work, your husband only thought of coming home and holding you in his arms, his entire thought process consisted of you and your smile, And, God, he would do anything to leave early and come home to you, but, in order for you both to have a stable life and income, he needed to work. Years ago, he often took double shifts for days you were running low on money and worked his ass off just to get you something nice. But now, as you are able to stay home and he works at a decent job with a better pay than the last one, he doesn’t have to worry all the time.
He’s finally able to do what he wants, whenever he wants.
Arvin heard the things the men at his job said about their wives, how they are just placement holders for their dicks, how they are whores just wanting to be held in a man’s arms, and listening to them made him want to vomit. He could and would never think of you like that, especially when you helped him through the worst time of his life.
So, when Arvin arrived home to see you preparing that night’s dinner, an apron covering your sundress and your hair parted into a ponytail with a bow tied around it, he saw the future right in front of him. He saw the children that would run up to him and surround him and hugs and giggles, he saw the small baby you would hold while walking up to him and greeting him with a soft kiss, he could see the small children faking disgust as they saw their parents kiss. He saw the entire future just by looking at you, and he loved it.
You hadn’t heard the door open softly, humming to the music sounding throughout the house, your hips swaying to the beat and your head slowly swinging left and right as you slowly cut up the fish for dinner with the red gloves on your hands, stopping your hands from touching the raw fish.
So, when you felt arms wrap around you and a head rest on your shoulder, you jumped and squeaked turning around and startling your husband as you held a knife. His eyes widened as he stepped back. “Hey, it’s me! It’s me, doll!”
You exhaled a large breath, leaning onto your knees as Arvin had to hold in his chuckles. “My God, Arvin! You about scared the heart out of me!” You leaned back up, breathing heavily and looking into the beautiful brown eyes of your husband, finally smiling at him as he muttered an apology.
“I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”
You sighed, pealing off the gloves and stepping forward, your heals clicking against the floor as you wrapped your arms around Arvin’s neck, his hands falling to your hips, his thumbs rubbing the skin gently. You smiled sweetly, “I missed you.”
Arvin grinned. “I missed you too, darlin’. You don’t know how hard it was to listen to the men at work and not get annoyed.” You giggled, listening to his aggravated tone, leaning forward and standing in your tiptoes in your heels, connecting your lips in a passionate kiss.
Arvin hummed into the kiss, fully wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, one of your hands moving to rest on his cheek, your thumb smoothing over the stubble slowly growing on his jaw. When you finally parted, you both breathed heavily, leaning your foreheads against each other.
Arvin sighed, “God, this is my favorite part of the day, apart from seeing you naked when we shower.” He chuckled when you hit his chest and moved from his arms and turned around to finish cutting the fish and placing them in the pan of oil.
The whole time you cooked dinner, Arvin watched, his arms wrapped around you and his head leaning on his shoulder, a contented smile on his face as he listen to your voice, explaining about the different things you did while he was gone, placing soft kisses on the exposed skin of your collarbone ever so often. He loved listening to you, whether it would be explaining your day or confessing your love for him, he would listen to you even if you were explaining the way the world spun. Because with you, he was completely and utterly soft.
When dinner was ready and Arvin set the table, you two sat down and started eating, his hand covering yours on the table ever so often, a smile on his face as he told you how good you were at cooking just to see the blush on your face. He wasn’t lying when he said it, you truly were the best cook he ever met.
“Did you go to the market like you had told me?” Your husband asked, eating another piece of fish and taking a sip of his wine.
You nodded, humming. “Yes, I also grabbed a couple pieces of fresh fruit, it’s cut and washed in the fridge, along with lemon water.” He grinned at you sweetly, wondering what he had done to ever deserve you. “But, something happened at the market today.” His smile faded when he saw the small frown on your face, his eyebrows furrowing as he stopped eating.
“What happened, doll?”
You cleared your throat, placing your fork down and wiping your mouth with your napkin. “Well . . . I was planning on only spending an hour there at most, but then a man walked up to me, I think he works at the auto shop.” Arvin had to stop himself from creating all types of scenarios in his head, waiting for you to continue. “I guess he knows me, because he knows I’m your wife, but . . . he kept asking me weird questions like if you actually care for me or if I’m just someone you’re using for sex like some of the other men and how he could probably treat me better. I didn’t really know what to think of it, but all I did was tell him you are the greatest husband I’ve ever had and it seemed to make him angry.”
Arvin clenched his fists, stopping himself from standing up from the table and finding the man who insulted not only him, but his wife. “He followed me around the store a couple of times, but he didn’t talk to me after.”
You cleared your throat once more when all you heard was silence, thinking the worst, that your husband was angry with you, that he thought it was your fault. It was times like these that you hated overthinking.
“Arvin?” The man came back to reality, looking at your face and feeling guilty of the small frown planted on it. “Are you mad?”
Your husband shook his head, “I’m mad doll, just not at you.” He paused, giving your body a once over as you clenched your thighs to stop yourself from moaning at the way his eyes darkened. He slowly rose from his seat, walking over to you in large steps and leaning down, his mouth only inches away from his. “Maybe I should show him who you belong to, hm?”
THAT WAS HOW YOU LANDED HERE, your body convulsing as your husband let his tongue glide throughout your folds, long slow licks and fast short kitten licks, his mouth closing over your clit and sucking it into his mouth, tugging on it slightly and running his teeth over it smoothly.
“God, Arvin! fuck, oh my god- please, pl-” Nothing that came out of your mouth sounded like words, your sentences slurring and your back arching as the sensations from his tongue guided you to a high like no other. He hummed into your pussy, sending a vibration through your body that sent you flying, your hands running to his hair to yank him closer, your hips moving up and down, Arvin not even trying to stop you.
“Please, Arvin, please.” You didn’t even know what you were pleading for, but it seemed as though he had, because his hands ran along the skin of your stomach and landed on your breasts, pinching the buds between his forefinger and thumb and rolling them, sending you to your first orgasm.
“Go on, doll. Let go, give me it all.”
With his encouraging words, your back arched from the bed painfully and your juices flowed to his tongue, Arvin groaning as he licked them up. Guiding you through your high with long soft licks, running his hands around your skin.
As your body slumped against the bed, he finally tore his mouth from you and grinned up at you, his chin coated in your slick and his hands softly squeezing your convulsing thighs. He leaned up, moving over you and resting on his elbows, interlocking your lips together softly. “Are you okay? Do you need to stop?”
You grinned up at your husband, moving your hands to his cheek, pulling his lips to yours once more before pulling back and slowly guiding one of your hands to his boxers, breathing in the groan he emitted when your manicured finger softly ran over his slightly exposed tip, his eyes squeezing shut.
“I never need a break when it comes to you, Arvin.” With that, you pushed his body slightly and laid him on his back, planting kisses on his neck while he rested his hands behind his head, whimpering slightly at the feel of your lips on his skin. You moved your lips down, planting kisses on the ink of his chest, tracing the tattoo of your name on his collarbone with your tongue, tugging his skin between your teeth and sucking lightly, feeling his dick twitch in his pants.
You loved the way he would bite his bottom lip to keep his whimpers in. You loved the way he would slightly move his hips, just to feel your exposed pussy glide over his clothed cock. And you loved the way your name fell from his lips.
When you finally got to the band of his pants, you wasted no time in pulling them down and moving your hand to wrap around his cock, licking a long stripe from the base to his tip and reminiscing at the way he groaned. Your lips wrap around his tip, your tongue licking his slit and finally moving down, shoving his dick down your throat and arching your back to give him a view of your ass, the second thing he loved most about you.
The sounds of wet slurping and gagging filled the room as Arvin moaned loudly, not caring if the neighbors hear. He wanted people to know how much you give him pleasure, he wanted everyone to know who’s dick you suck every night.
You breathed through your nose as you sucked him off, knowing he was close by the way his dick twitched in your mouth, your hand moving to his balls, fondling them between your fingers and feeling them clench. You didn’t stop, even when your husband gave you a warning that he was close. You didn’t stop when his hand moved down to your hair to guide you up and down at the pace he liked. And you didn’t stop, even when his load filled your mouth.
At some point, Arvin had to push you off his dick, the overstimulation being too much for him, your breathing heavy as you move up to his torso, kissing his lips and letting him taste him from your tongue. Your hand moved down to guide his dick between your folds, both of you gasping when you slowly moved down, your lips disconnecting and your body moving up as you rested your hands on his chest, your nails scratching the skin.
“God, doll. you feel fucking amazing.” You moaned at his words, not even starting with a slow pace, speeding things up and moving up and down at a fast pace, a small scream falling from your lips as his hands move to your waist and one of them slap your ass, guiding you up and down.
Your body fell back a bit, your hands bracing themselves on his thighs and giving him a view of his cock moving in and out of you, making his cock twitch in you. He kept moaning out encouraging words that kept blurring in your mind as you moaned loudly and shamelessly.
“Oh shit, oh fuck, Arvin, Arvin! Oh, I’m so close!” His hands smooth over the skin of your waist, moving down to your thighs and back up to your breasts, fondling them like he had before, your hands moving over them as you continued to rock on him.
“Come on, doll. Cum for me, give me it all.” Your mouth opened in a silent scream, your body stopping its movements although Arvin’s hands slowly moved you forward and backwards as your cum sprayed out, coating his chest in your juices. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” He mumbled under his breath, his dick twitching as he reached his high, his cum falling from his dick in spurts as you get your breathing stabled, feeling full from the warmth of his cum.
As you leaned onto your husband, ignoring the sticky substance on his skin and burrowing your face into his neck, his smiled at the ceiling, running his hands over your thick thighs and placing kisses on your forehead.
“I love you, Y/N Russell.”
You blushed, kissing his neck. “I love you more, Arvin Russell.”
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poemsforparker · 2 years
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ticket to ride - arvin russel | 18+ oneshot
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“I think I’m gonna be sad
I think is today, yeah
The girl that’s driving me mad
Is goin’ away”
pairing: arvin russel x f!reader
summary: there’s nothing holding you in this city.
content warning: 18+, smut right bellow the cut, unprotected sex, angst, bad words, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder, toxic relationship, movie spoilers.
a.n: first Arvin fic! (rewatching this movie really woke something in me). dark fics aren’t really my thing but Arvin Russel is not exactly a role model of mental health so I think this fits best.
song inspiration
Arvin’s breath was totally pathless, his dick pumping hard into you while his grip on your waist got stronger every second, like he was trying to get you impossibly close to his body. If someone could see his car from the outside, the weird way it was moving could definitely denounce the activities in the back seat.
"I'm so close, baby. You're taking my cock so well." Arvin says breathlessly on your ears, knowing exactly how to get you worked up. He needs no verbal answer that it had an effect in you when feels you tight around him right after his words. "That's right, honey. Keep going like that. Shit, I love you so much."
"I love you." You kiss him deeply like life depends on it and feel the knot on your stomach getting harder to hold, finally releasing on his dick. Letting your body rest on his.
"Come with me." You say after a long moment of silence, touching the subject you both been avoiding, feeling like the air around you was unbearably heavy holding this question in. You move your body up to get him out of you and sitting by his side, still waiting for an answer, that came after a heavy sigh from the boy.
"You know I can't, baby. Not after Lenora, I can't leave my family, not now that they need me the most." You sigh. He was right, you did know that, it has been like that for months now. You had your mind made that you were leaving, then it came to going say your goodbyes to Arvin, you give it to temptation, you both end up in bed or the back of his car.
You wanted to leave this town, more than anything, this place felt like poison, taking away all your hopes to forget the past and move on with Arvin. Like living here costed all your rights to be happy, or free. What you wished that was different, was the cost that such decision had implied to you. Arvin had people who needed him, he had a family. All you had was him.
Flashbacks come to you, at high school Arvin protected you quite literally with his own damn life. Threatening anyone who dared to touch a finger his girl to loose that very finger, or they ugly damn heads. At the time, you made plans with him to run away together when you grew up. Back then, it would just be another case of kids who ran away to try life on a near town, you’d come back to visit, send letters after settled wherever. It was the perfect plan to live a perfect life.
But perfect things do not exist.
It all started to go to shit (even more) when Teagardin showed up in town. You had a bad feeling about him since the start. Lenora, in her place, she had faith in people, specially if that person was the reverend, dear lord, why would she suspect they meant any harm?
But she should.
The man had the worst of the intentions. Of course, as a figure of respect in the city, who would be crazy enough to question anything that he said or did? But again, they should’ve.
After Arvin lost her, you were fundamental for him not to break down, although you were close to an attack yourself, you knew Arvin would need all support he could get, so you provided him that. You stopped him from crossing the line when he couldn't hold it together, but now, you now selfishly wished you didn’t.
If you had killed the bastard he’d have no choice but to run away with you.
“Let’s do it,” you say to him, hovering over his warm body again “let’s put a bullet in that motherfucker’s head and then we get the hell out of here.” you grin at him facing an expression on Arvin’s face that for the first time on years you couldn’t read. “C’mon, Arvin, you almost did it before.”
“Yeah... Almost, but you yourself talked me out of it. What changed?” you chuckle, rolling your eyes.
“Everything.” you kiss his jaw and cup his face to stare him deep in the eyes. “If you’re stuck here, honey, so am I. If you say no, that’s fine, I’ll stay here, with you, as much as try my fucking best I can’t go without you.” you fix yourself to sit comfortably on his lap and continue. “But if you say yes,” you start kissing down his neck between words “we get our justice and get the fuck out, just me and you, baby,” you peck his lips “what do you say?”
You can see Arvin put up a fight with himself behind his eyes, trying to still find some moral left on his brain, deep down, he knew the only thing holding him back from doing justice with his own hands was the fear he had of letting you down, now, seeing you like this, Arvin couldn’t find a single crumble of a reason not to, the offer was too inviting.
“I say I’m with you to the end...let’s do this.” You grin proudly at your boyfriend and kiss him with passion, knowing once in for all once your plan was complete you would never step on these cursed grounds ever again.
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❀ 2022 fic recs
hi friends <3 this is a little late lmao but i just wanted to make a list of some of my favorite fics i’ve read that was posted throughout 2022. please read the warnings on the fics before reading, and minors do not interact with smut!
* = smut
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tom holland
*(un)expected by @luciwritesstuff​ (completed series)
pairing: actor!tom holland x pregnant!fem!reader summary: in which you find yourself in an (un)happy accident with your old classmate, tom holland
*girls talk boys by @/luciwritesstuff (ongoing series)
pairing: actor!tom holland x fem!reader summary: coming home for the holidays only to find your old, formerly pain-in-your-ass neighbour got… hot?
i see you by @/luciwritesstuff (completed mini series)
pairing/AU: mixed media - tom holland x fem!reader summary: a friends to lovers story where he falls first and reader is oblivious to his feelings
all i’ll ever need by @lauras-collection​ (one shot)
pairing/AU: college AU - tom holland x fem!reader summary: after spending a night with your best friend’s brother, your life changes forever.
*keep driving by @/lauras-collection (one shot)
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader summary: not in the mood for a family barbeque you and tom decide to just keep driving, spending the night at a hotel by the coast instead
*angel face by @sunflowertomholland​ (one shot)
pairing/AU: rich kid AU - tom holland x fem!reader summary: desperate for some extra money, you resort to desperate measures, only to figure out your dirty little secret can’t stay secret forever, especially from your ex
*lie with me by @gingerparker​ (one shot)
pairing/AU: teacher!tom holland x teacher!fem!reader summary: tom is single, has been for a while. everyone knows this; they all try to set him up. his family is by far the group of people who annoy him with it most. so, out of frustration, he tells them he’s gotten engaged! he’s hasn’t. he crosses his fingers that he’ll find a way to convince you to be his temporary fake fiancé
*pink film by @silkscream​ (one shot)
pairing/AU: camboy/camgirl AU - richkid!tom holland x richkid!fem!reader summary: being forced to stay home for the summer starts to feel worse ehen you have to deal with your sister’s engagement party. not to mention the return of your ex-boyfriend is starting to bombard your sanity
*touch tank by @/silkscream (one shot)
pairing/AU: tom holland x fem!reader summary: in your coastal hometown, not much happens. not until the boy next door, a newcomer house-sitting for his aunt, finally gets you alone
*blind spot by @softholand​ (one shot)
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader summary: as a snowstorm hits nyc, you find yourself trapped with your first (and only) one night stand
to be real by @/softholland (completed series)
pairing/AU: social media AU - tom holland x singer!fem!reader summary: you need a partner for your next music video. tom holland mentions you as his current favorite musician in one of his interviews. he’s a worldwide famous actor while you’re struggling to make your own career launch. it surely wouldn’t hurt to steal some of his publicity, right? 
*love/hate me more by @tomhollandsblog​ (part two)
pairing: fake dating - tom holland x actress!reader  summary: you and your co-star tom holland can't seem to get along. after the big premiere of your movie, things change. 
how you get the girl by @sunshinesteviee​ (one shot)
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader summary: tom befriends the girl who owns the flower shop nearby, and finds himself there more often than he should be
method acting by @userholland​ (one shot)
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader summary: after his breakup, tom wants nothing to do with the world or his career. even though watching tv and wasting the days help, you’re the only person who can convince him to get up and try something new to not think about his ex... and by something new, you mean an unplanned trip to who knows where. it’s a good thing tom can improvise well
between the lines by @/userholland (one shot)
pairing/AU: college au - frat!tom holland x college!fem!reader summary: finals week is here and you’re an emotional wreck, to say the least. not only is your schedule jam-packed, but there are things going on in your life as well. you need to cram, you need to meet due dates and frankly, you could use a drink to get through it all. the night you go to a frat party, you see a cute and familiar face that you have to see every time you go to the small bookstore and he’s behind the cash register.
*out of time by @/userholland (one shot)
pairing: photographer!tom holland x bestfriend!fem!reader summary: moving from london to new york, tom misses a lot about home. late nights laughing and sharing with his friends and family, but mostly you. a year later, you visit him for a few days and see what he’s been up to. as you go around the city, he takes photos of you to remember the time you’re spending together. you both pick up from where you left off yet at the same time, you have to figure out what’s going to happen after vacation is over. it’s as if your relationship is running out of time.
*snowed in hell @/userholland (one shot)
pairing: ceo!tom holland x assistant/secretary!fem!reader summary: you didn’t think a weekend with your boss could get worse... actually, it does once you’re snowed in with him and away from hom. you thought he was the worse, but there is something beneath his cold exterior that’s very passionate and romantic and you’re curious if you can explore that
cookie dough (& other heartbreak remedies) by @tomdutch​ (one shot)
pairing: actor!amateur baker!tom holland x fem!reader summary: tom holland is a dweller. in fact, obsessing over being upset is his specialty, right next to being a gorgeously handsome actor and his signature chocolate chip cookies. getting publicly dumped by the love of his life definitely didn’t help his anxious tendencies. when the universe throws a dramatic and unnervingly carefree dog-walker into his life—and his gingerbread house display—tom finds out there might be a cure for heartbreak other than cookie dough
back to back by @/tomdutch & @justapurrcat​ (collaborative one shot)
pairing: actor!tom holland x fem!reader summary: your and your best friend’s treehouse is your sanctuary. even though you’re only there in the summer (which means you only see tom every summer), it’s been your safe space for your entire life. after a certain surgery on a certain someone’s mole, you find your heart beats a little louder in his presence. now, seven years later, you’re back in the treehouse, and tom still makes your heart pound. even when you don’t want him to
you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me by @waitimcomingtoo​ (one shot)
pairing: tom holland x actress!fem!reader summary: you make a lot dirty jokes that leave tom wondering how you really feel about him
wicked game by @/waitimcomingtoo (completed series)
pairing/AU: college au - frat!tom holland x fem!reader summary: to become the president of the frat tom has agreed to a bet. to make reader fall in love with him by the end of the semester
those summer nights by @/waitimcomingtoo (completed series)
pairing/AU: summer camp AU - camp counselor!tom holland x camp counselor!fem!reader summary: you don’t like the new camp counselor, but he really likes you 
blurb by @ptergwen​
pairing: tom holland x actress!fem!reader summary: tom flirts with reader during an interview
revisiting is sweeter by @t-lostinworlds​ (a collection of revenge is sweeter written extras - on hold)
pairing/AU: college AU, fake dating AU - college!footballplayer!tom holland x college!fem!reader summary: what happens if your boyfriend cheats on you with your well-known tormenter? even more exciting, what happens if the tom holland—football captain, campus heartthrob, your well-known tormenter’s boyfriend, etcetera—asks you to get revenge on them with him? to put things not so simply, if your boyfriend cheated on you with his girlfriend, who cheated on him with your boyfriend, would that make you friends? or maybe…something more?
it’s (a) november baby! by @/t-lostinworlds (one shot)
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader summary: tom partakes in a bet with the boys in no nut november. but what happens if you’re a november baby?
*meta-fore of love by @worldoftom​ (third part of the completed series/verse *fantasy & putts)
pairing: roommate!fwb!actor!tom holland x fem!reader summary: roommates with benefits, fantasies and golf—the deal between you and tom is still very much the same. at least until you get a job at a local pub that you adore. that’s when things start to change. if only you could speak your mind… or read tom’s.
*little birdie by @youandtom2​ (one shot <- might come a part two?)
pairing: rich!tom holland x inexperienced!rich!reader summary: tom is really good friends with your borther. you can’t stand him.
*relax for me by @/youandtom2 (one shot)
pairing: piercer!tom holland x fem!reader summary: after loosing a dare reader have to get her clit pierced. she’s nervous but tom helps her relax
*praise you like i should by @/youandtom2 (one shot)
pairing: ceo!tom holland x intern!fem!reader summary: you were always a people-pleaser, desperate to do right by everybody no matter what they asked. being an intern, your boss jackson exploited your people-pleaser tendencies in a very unprofessional manner, and ceo mr. holland wasn’t happy about it...
*as wicked as sin by @/youandtom2 (one shot)
pairing: demon!tom holland x nun!reader summary: you have spent your whole life devoting yourself to your faith and god. but it only takes one, sinful night to devote yourself to the devil.
just friends? by @peteprker​ (one shot)
pairing: jealous!tom holland x fem!reader summary: you and tom have been close friends for years and nothing more. but, one day he sees you flirting with someone else and jealously starts to bubble over
take my hand, wreck my plans by @/justapurrcat (one shot)
pairing: tom holland x fem!hiking guide!reader summary: finally free after a particularly demanding project, tom is looking forward to enjoying a well deserved holiday of sweet idleness… until a local hiking guide catches his attention, throwing all his purposes out of the window
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peter parker
baby penguins and popping legs by @/justapurrcat (one shot)
pairing/AU: college AU - peter parker x fem!reader summary: peter parker, the lovely guy with a kind word for everyone, was alone. even when he was with other people, he was alone. and it wasn’t a normal loneliness, oh no: it came from within, the way monsters of the past did, ready to jump at his throat at the smallest display of weakness
*pistolwhip by @/silkscream (completed series)
pairing/AU: college AU - peter parker x fem!reader summary: peter parker is in love with his high school best friend, michelle jones, and you ar in love with peter’s roommate, harry osborn. when mj and harry start dating, you and peter test your limits in a situation that “benefits” the both of you. how far will the two of you go to satisfy each others’ loneliness?
blurb by @/silkscream
pairing: peter parker x gn!reader summary: angsty blurb based on the song keep it alive by highasakite
blurb by @/silkscream
pairing: peter parker x gn!reader summary: peter, reader’s old high school crush, shows up at the bar where reader works
*blurb by @/silkscream
pairing: college!peter parker x fem!reader summary: college!peter exes to lovers smut
the value of a moment by @/ptergwen (one shot)
pairing/AU: post nwh - peter parker x fem!reader summary: peter watches his old vlogs back
*can’t get close by @/ptergwen (completed series)
pairing: peter parker x fem!reader summary: in danger of flunking physics, you enlist peter parker to tutor you. you’re at the top of the food chain with your best friends harry osborn and liz allan, but peter is at the bottom. he’s midtown high’s golden boy; you’re the designated party girl. an unlikely friendship is formed between the two of you somewhere along the way. harry isn’t particularly thrilled about it, and he isn’t afraid to air his grevances. eventually, benefits are involved in yours and peter’s friendship. things start to get messy when feelings are, too, and peter’s past dulls his shine
looking respectfully by @/ptergwen (one shot)
pairing/AU: bi disaster!peter parker x fem!reader summary: peter questions his sexuality and what it means for your relationship, debating whether or not he should come out to you
love rectangle by @sparklingsin​ (completed series)
pairing/AU: social media AU, college AU, fake dating - peter parker x stark!fem!reader summary: you like peter. peter might like mj but also you? mj likes harry but peter is her best friend. harry likes mj. harry and you hooked up once. college is complicated. having feelings for your closest friend is one thing but making a plan to get back at him should be your ticket to hell. but is it really evil, if it is all for love?
rainy day inn by @/userholland (one shot)
pairing: nwh!peter x neighbor!fem!reader summary: after choosing to make everyone forget who he is, peter is still trying to adjust to his new life. with may gone and mj & ned in massachusetts, he’s had to branch out and find new friendships to make. still maintaining his spidey persona, he keeps the city of new york safe every day and tries to not make past mistakes. everything has been different, almost like a useless re-do he wishes he could take back. nevertheless, he finds comfort in you, his neighbor that lives across the hall from him. the citizens of new york may need his help… until you come down with a cold
if i was a bug by @annab-nana​ 
pairing/AU: social media AU - peter parker x gn!reader summary: peter asks his friends and family what they would do if he was a bug 
watercolor eyes by @indouloureux​ (one shot)
pairing: peter parker x fem!reader summary: two months after the events of no way home, peter struggles choosing between his painful responsibilities and (un)selfish wants
something about you by @httphollands​​ (one shot)
pairing/AU: neighbours AU - peter parker x fem!reader summary: you fall for your neighbour, peter parker—who also seems to be spider-man, you find out on one boring night.  the only problem? he isn’t aware you know.
red brick wall by @hollandsangel​ (blurb)
pairing: peter parker x gn!reader summary: peter is much less coordinated than he likes to believe
*lovelorn by @/tomdutch (ongoing series)
pairing/AU: college AU - roommate!peter parker x roommate!fem!reader summary: loving your best friend is the biggest cliché there is, even more son when he’s already in a relationship with your other best friend. you can’t deny that peter and cindy just make sense together, on more levels than your non-radioactive-spider-bitten self can ever be with him. for two years, you’ve appeased yourself as peter’s roommate and confidante, but the strings that hold your lovelorn predicament are getting frailer. perhaps the introduction of a twisted millionaire’s son into the equation is what will finally make them snap
white lies, red & blue tights by @/t-lostinworlds (one shot)
pairing/AU: college AU - peter parker x fem!reader summary: you and peter accidentally dressed up in the same costumes for halloween. but he was not wearing a costume, it was his suit. you simply didn’t know that your favorite superhero and your boyfriend were the same. who would’ve thought that seeing you in red and blue would be the breaking point of his lies
only you by @devotion​​ (one shot)
pairing: peter parker x gn!reader summary: peter needs you after his patience snaps
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nathan drake
*postcards & kisses by @maryqos​ (one shot)
pairing: film!nathan drake x fem!reader summary: at a resort in the middle of nowhere, you and nathan have trouble figuring out what message sam left for him. but maybe what the two of you need to figure out isn’t in the postcards…
all part of the plan by @glodessa​ (one shot)
pairing: film!nathan drake x fem!reader summary: when sully’s great, airtight plan goes south and the bad guys grow suspicious in the middle of your operation, it’s your duty to find a quick solution. no one would’ve thought that your idea would not only save the mission, but also change whatever is going on between you and nate.
*don’t blame me by @/lauras-collection (one shot)
pairing: film!nathan drake x fem!reader summary: ever since nate broke your trust years ago the two of you have been rivals. this was supposed to be just another treasure hunt. but little did you know it’s gonna change everything
*the memory of your touch by @/sparklingsin (one shot)
pairing: film!nathan drake x fem!reader summary: rough sex with nathan drake in those cargo pants and white shirt
chocolate and cuddles by @/justapurrcat (one shot)
pairing: film!nathan drake x fem!reader summary: just a soft cuddle session with your treasure-hunting boyfriend
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arvin russell
blurb by @/silkscream (*part two)
pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader summary: arvin finding out that you’ve never been kissed
*blurb by @/silkscream
pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader summary: possessive arvin in the back of his truck not bothering to take off your sundress
*blurb by @/silkscream
pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader summary: the towns in the midst of a heat wave and arvin can’t get over how you look licking a cherry ice pop on the tailgate of his truck
*blurb by @/silkscream
pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader summary: angry sex with arvin
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websterss · 1 year
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𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒 — 𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋
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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: Can you do an imagine about Arvin x black reader (darkskin reader) and they’re secretly dating cause of racism in the town and his family finds out and he says that he loves her.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, fluff, mentions/talks of racism, forbidden love.
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3,798
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tom Holland x fem!Black!Reader
𝐀/𝐍: Reposting old fics!!! Hope you like it! <33
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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You couldn’t quite remember how long you and Arvin had been sneaking off together. It was a plan agreed on by the both of you. Rules you both made to make your lives easier. Nothing was ever going to be easy…so long as Arvin’s heart beat for yours. The thought alone always made you shake your head. Two halves that met under rather difficult circumstances. Arvin told you it was destiny, the way you met, the way you fell, the way you loved each other. Yet in your mind your love for each other was due for a reckoning. A doomed love story in the making. The love was a blessing, but the hate and the judgment you didn’t want to receive was the dooming. Questions and doubts clouded your thoughts every evening while you lay in bed. The ‘what ifs’ and ‘we can't’ bellowed in your head like a train on tracks. Roaring loudly. Telling you to get out before your life was over.You didn’t want to get out though…You wanted to stay, stay with Arvin, stay for the love, stay for the reckoning, stay for the change. You wanted to stay for the long run. That was the making you wanted to create. Not whatever every white man or woman had to say for it in this town. These folks didn’t know the way you had to live, how you had to think about everything you did when you left your house. They had it easy, they could live easy, get married easy, love easy. Everything was so damn easy for them it made you mad.
You pulled back the curtain keeping a lookout for the familiar roar of the engine of Arvin’s car you spent so much time in. You stepped back from the window and smoothed out your dress. Your mother would kill you if she caught you leaving her home with a wrinkle. No daughter of hers was going to look like she didn’t at least try.
“Y/n, tell me you’re not leaving with that boy again?” Your mother walked in the living room area with a hand on her hip.
“I am mama.” You looked up at her.
She sucked her teeth, shaking her head. “All he’s gonna do is bring you trouble.” Your mother wasn’t always so fond of the idea of you being with Arvin. She didn’t need a boy like Arvin messing up your lives.
“No he’s not. Arvin is good, mama, he always means well. He goes to church!” You tried defending him.
“Everybody goes to church, girl!” Your mother chuckled. You smiled then glanced down at your shoes.
Arvin’s car could be heard outside. You glanced up at your mother with a nervous look, just like you did every time he came to pick you up in the middle of the night. If it was daytime, that would have been riskier, too much sunlight, too many people with judgmental eyes. You wouldn’t be able to handle it all.
Your mother sighed sensing your anxiousness. “Just be careful alright, don’t be home late.” She walked up to you to adjust the collar of your dress. “Tell Arvin I say hello.” She pressed a kiss to your temple and gripped your hands tightly.
“I will mama.” You smiled at her to reassure her worries, her concerns. She watched as you opened the door and walked out. You gave her one last glance and descended down the three steps on your porch and onto the dirt.
Noticing you approaching the car, Arvin quickly put out his cigarette and got out of the car walking over to your side. You squealed as he spun you around a bit in his arms. Arvin’s favorite time was affection time. Any given moment or chance to shower you with kisses and physical contact, he’d take it. Nothing was going to stop him from denying you his love.
“Hi darlin’.“ He chuckled as he dug his face into the side of your neck. “I missed ya.” He sighed deeply, tightening his embrace on you.
“Missyatoo…Arvin,” You mumble out as you let your hands rest on his back. “Arvin.” You looked up, staying still. “Arvin, I can die if I don’t breathe ya know?” You chuckled as he instantly loosened his grip on you.
“Can’t have ya dying on me. Too darn pretty to be in a casket.” Arvin caressed the side of your face. You could feel your cheeks get warm.
“You always say that.”
“Cause it’s true.” Arvin smiled. “Darlin’ ain’t nobody in this world that is as pretty as ya.” He leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips.
“And there ain’t nobody in this world that says it like you do.” You giggle. “Let’s get going.” You began looking around you watching out for any onlookers or night walkers. You relaxed your shoulders when you saw no one. “Oh and my mama says hi.” You smiled.
Arvin quickly opened the door for you and waited till you got in and situated to close it. “Hello.” He grinned.
Then he got in himself.
The engine roared to life waiting to get its gas going to start the fifteen minute ride to the woods.
The only place where you and Arvin could be. Where no racist soul was bound to find you two showing your devotion for each other.
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Once Arvin reached your spot. He quickly rolled up the windows and took the keys out of the hole. You smiled when he beckoned you over to him. Finding your place on his lap. Nothing sexual ever, only the tenderness of the pads of his fingers slowly tracing invisible designs across your skin. You closed your eyes as he printed kisses on you. Leaving behind that lingering feeling of his lips.
You opened them back up to stare at the man you’ve grown to love. To call yours, your partner.
“Do you ever get tired of it?” You broke the silence.
“Spending time with ya? No.” Arvin chuckled as he leaned forward pecking your cheek causing you to smile.
“Not that.” You playfully hit his shoulder pad covered by that jean jacket you loved on him.
“The hiding…” You trailed off.
“Yea darlin’ but you know what will happen if-”
“If everyone finds out, I know, I know.” You frowned, you smoothed out the edges of your dress, trying to remove any wrinkles. Arvin tilted his head to try and catch your eyes. “I…I just wanna be able to hold your hand. In public ya know…not in the woods, Arvin.” You sniffled. “I get…I get that people will have their own opinions, or do terrible things, but….” Arvin frowned, reaching up to wipe away your tears. “How long can we keep this up?” You shook your head.
“Hey now, none of that sad talkin’ now.” He cupped your face. “Darlin’ fuck what any of those no good sons of bitches have to say.” He pressed his head against yours. “And if they do say somethin’, well then I’ll find the right time, and set em’ straight.” Arvin jokes.
“Arvin…” You halfheartedly laughed, shaking your head. “Violence isn’t the right way to go about this.” You touched his hand on your cheeks. “What would your sister say, or even your grandma?”
“I’ll set them straight to….” He paused then smiled, causing you to relax.
“It ain’t funny!” You exclaimed, punching his arm.
“Ouch.” He furrowed his brows then chuckled. “Alright, I’m only kidding darlin’.” He turned your chin to look at him. “But I’m serious, I’ll beat the crap out of them assholes who got somethin’ to say about you...about us.”
“Wouldn’t do you any good beating someone up for nothing…” You smirked.
He raised his brow confused. “They don’t know about us silly…” You chuckled when he rolled his eyes. “You’d look like a fool.”
“That does it, come here.” Arvin grunted playfully as he turned you over on your back, you thought that was all he was going to do, but the surprise came when he started tickling you. 
“Arvin…no stop!” You laughed trying to remove his hands off you.
“It ain’t funny, eh?” He teased as he continued running his fingertips across your sides. 
“No…” You laughed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Your laughter filled his ears like music. Arvin stopped his tickle assault and hovered over you. You took a deep breath trying to control your heavy breathing.
“I love you, Y/n.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You smiled tugging at the nape of his curls.
“I love you too Arvin.”
You savored the moment of being with Arvin. There would be days where you two would go a few days without seeing one another. That was torture enough.
It had been bad enough that his grandmother set him up with a girl from his church. She was a cute little thing, as Arvin would say, but not his type. He didn’t take a liking to the poor brunette. He couldn’t find it in himself to enjoy being with her. Not when his heart soared for yours. However, to keep you two a secret, he continued to go on dates with the girl. Much to your dislike.
No world was worth living without Arvin. He understood you like no other person did. Not even at school were they as loving as Arvin was. They’d call you names, tell you how you didn’t belong there. Telling you that dating a white man was gonna do you no good. Not that they’d tell anybody, which you were grateful for. Arvin could recall the times where he’d find you crying behind your school when he’d go and pick you up.
He’d find Lenora in a similar state at his school, but that’s another story for another time. The boys at least learned their lessons. They wouldn’t bother Lenora anymore, but the bullies at yours still bothered you. Yet unlike the way he got back at the boys for Lenora, you’d beg him not to hurt anyone for you, no matter how much they had emotionally hurt you. Although the second any of them laid their hands on you, he’d go back on his word, his promise he made, and hurt them.
“Darlin’ you know…I’d love to tell everyone you’re my girl, but it’d be too risky.” Arvin peered down at you. “There are people who ain’t right in the head, who won’t understand us.” Arvin sighed. “They won’t have it. They’ll…They’ll kill you, kill me.” Arvin sighed.
“All the more to stay a secret huh…” You smiled sadly. “I wish we didn’t have to hide. Do you ever think they’ll be a future where this will be okay?” You stared up at Arvin. He furrowed his brows at your question. Was there really gonna be a future where he could love you in public? Out in the open for everyone to see. He moved his head down to place his lips on yours.
“I think so darlin’, I really do, but we might be too old when it finally becomes okay. We’d have lived a happy long life together in secret. We’d be sittin’ in rocking chairs by then. Whether it became okay or not wouldn’t matter to us by then.” Arvin smiled sadly letting his thoughts be the answer to your question.
“I’m okay with that Arvin, just as long as I got you.” You nodded as your eyes gleamed with tears. You arched your back to press a sweet kiss to his lips.
You knew nothing good would come of this. Not as long as you and Arvin stayed together. It was a cruel world you lived in. One where no one could see two people in love, and instead see two different skin colors. One who’d have no harm come their way, and the other to receive hatred and hostility just for being who they were.
Arvin always asked you what was so wrong with loving you. Nothing was wrong about it. In fact his love for you wasn’t the problem, loving someone wasn’t going to get his ass beaten by anyone. It was the racial discrimination that you had to battle. A battle, that’s what it was…
You liked to joke around with Arvin sometimes. Laughing’ over the idea of being these warriors in love in the midst of a war. You could recall a story you read in one of your books at the library, once, about two gods. One named Venus and one named Mars. Not so much about planets but more so about two people. Two people in love with a secret.
The tale of the two was rather interesting. There was Venus, the Goddess of Love, and Mars, the God of War, but the story seemed to have relevance to your and Arvin’s situation.
Venus, who was betrothed to Vulcan, Roman God of Fire, found him to be quite dull and ordinary, which led to her having an affair with Mars. He was different. You felt that Venus pertained more to Arvin’s situation with that Anna girl, who he was pretending to be with. From what he liked to tell you, she fit the ideal image of what Vulcan was like. Although you could argue that you and Arvin could relate to the gods based on their characteristics.
Mars, son of Jupiter and Juno, was unpopular with everyone. He liked to fight, although whether he won or lost mattered little to none. He just liked trouble and wreaking havoc. Arvin felt a lot like this, struggling with his own internal battles, and finding the right time to pick a fight with someone who did him or his family wrong. He’d get a black eye for it sometimes, but he’d make sure those who wronged him would get what was coming to them. There was no doubt he was beginning to be the talk of the town.
Venus was an entirely different story. She was born in the sea. Unlike Mars, she was not into creating havoc, but caused it if someone scorned her vanity. You remembered on multiple accounts where you had begged Arvin not to pick a fight over you, or for you. Violence was the last thing you wanted in a place like West Virginia. Nothing right about it. There was no use for it, but others seemed to want violence to occur. Someone wanting to start and wreak havoc somewhere. You surely weren’t about to take part in any of it, but if you had to…you would. You didn’t think you could have something to relate to. 
Multiple love stories filled with unrealistic outcomes, unrealistic people. You strived to find a story that you could see yourself in. Venus and Mars’ story happened to be it. The idea of Vulcan wanting to expose Venus and Mars then both humiliating them in front of the other gods on Mount Olympus, stirred something within you. If you and Arvin were to be exposed or outed by someone, everything would fall down hill. The reckoning of all reckonings would occur and lead to more problems you didn’t need nor have the time for.
It was only a matter of time before something happened…before someone found out. 
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After a night of fooling around. Arvin dropped you back home and made his way back home. The drive back with the radio playing some familiar tune was nice to enjoy. It was hard to enjoy the little things. He had taken up responsibilities as he got older. He made it his sole purpose to look after Lenora, to look after you. He cared so much, he found it hard to see past his inner demons that haunted him. His childhood haunting him like a second hand slap to the face. It always came back. Thoughts and memories he couldn’t forget would come back. He wanted them to go away. You didn’t go away though. He could recall the first couple times he found himself being allured by your beauty, by your quick wit and intelligence. You were a rare beautiful sight to see. He felt as though it was illegal to look at you with his own eyes. You made him nervous, Arvin was hardly the nervous type. You understood him like no one else. When he had to scream you yelled along with him. When he had to cry, you shed tears too. You were meant for each other. Despite the way things were and how things existed, he knew, in his heart, that the universe made no mistake introducing you two.
Arvin cut the engine when he made it back home. He stayed in the car for a bit longer trying to conjure up a new lie to tell his grandma, sister and uncle this time. Though they never really worried about where he was just as long as he didn’t go stirring up trouble. Though his grandma did worry occasionally.
He released a big breath and turned the engine off and headed inside. His work boots thumping against the ground of his porch. The creeks made noise below him with each step he took. Almost like the anticipation was building up slowly as he opened the front door and walked through the threshold.
When he had closed the door behind him he noticed that some of the lights were turned on. He hadn’t thought much of it, but he did notice how his uncle wasn’t asleep on the sofa bed like he usually was. He stepped deeper into the house trying to find anyone. Arvin had made a move to go to his room. He removed his cap and was going to toss it onto his bed when he halted as he had passed the kitchen. He stepped back and turned at the opening of the kitchen. All three of them lifted their heads to stare at the boy. Arvin gulped as he realized their expressions read anything but happy to see him.
“W-What are ya doin’ up?” He eyed the two women who had appeared to be looking at something on the table. “It’s pretty late ain’t it?”
His uncle was smoking a joint not giving the boy another glance.
“Arvin, come here please.”
“Something the matter, grandma?” He slowly stepped forward to the end of the table.
“Yes Arvin, something is wrong.” Grandma Emma casted her gaze down to the picture that lay on the table. She hesitated touching it, then quickly pushed it away towards Arvin. She grabbed a hold onto Lenora’s hands who hadn’t said a word. “Care to explain that?” She gestured to the picture.
Arvin finally understood what all the fuss was about. He could feel his heart pumping loudly in his ears as he slowly reached down to pick up the picture. The one picture of you he had that he took care of so much.
“Grandma-” He began but she cut him off.
“You’re seeing a-” She tried saying it but she couldn’t find it in herself. “How could you do this to us? Do you know what will happen if word gets out.” She exclaimed.
“That’s probably why he’s been goin’ out so much, he’s probably sneaking-” Lenora pointed out.
“Shut up Lenora!” Arvin clenched his jaw.
“Have you been seeing that girl all this time?” Emma looked hurt.
“Grandma please listen-” Arvin pleaded.
“I just don’t understand how this could-”
“Grandma I can explain-”
“-happen. What about Anna, huh? That poor girl…Have I taught you nothing boy because-”
“I LOVE HER!” Arvin shouted over his grandma.
She gasped as she looked at him with wide eyes. This time his uncle finally looked at him. He removed the cigar from his mouth and put it out.
“Excuse me?”
“I love her grandma.” Arvin could feel water build up in his eyes. “This girl right here.” He lifted the picture and made it face his family. “I love her so much and this is exactly why I didn’t tell anybody.” Arvin began crying as he explained himself. “Y/n and I are so scared that something terrible will happen, and I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to her, grandma. I love her…and I don’t care if you like it or not.” He let his arms fall to his side. He was tired. The three of them shared a look then stared up at Arvin.
“Alright then…” Grandma Emma nodded.
“Alright then?” Arvin furrowed his brows. “That’s it…” 
“Alright then.” Grandma Emma nodded her head. 
“You’re okay with this?”
“We’re not happy with that fact you didn’t tell us.” His uncle finally spoke up. “But this is your life boy, do what ya want with it, and if this Y/n girl makes ya happy then alright then.” His uncle slapped the side of his forearm.
“What’d ya think we were gonna do Arvin?” Lenora asked.
“I don’t know…” Arvin breathed out.
“Don’t think too low of us boy, we ain’t bad people here. We’re ya family, remember that.” His uncle eyed him.
“Yeah.” Arvin was slowly letting his guard down again. He finally looked up to eye his grandma who was having a hard time looking at him. “Grandma?” He lifted his eyebrows at her.
“Tell us things next time, Arvin.” Grandma Emma finally looked up at him. “Your momma raised you well boy.” A smile slowly making its way to her lips. “Do you know if Y/n likes homemade Beef Bourguignon or fudge cake?” She stared up at the boy nervously. This caused Arvin to smile.
“As a matter of fact she does, Grandma.” Arvin let out a breathy laugh. “Why’d ya ask?”
“I’d like to meet the girl who makes my grandson smile so much?” Grandma Emma shrugged.
“I’ll ask her.” He nodded.
“Does Y/n like books?” Lenora seemed to ask out of nowhere. It wasn’t a secret that Lenora had a hard time making friends. Maybe this could be her chance at making one who didn’t pick on her for being Arvin’s step-sister.
“She loves them, Lenora.” Arvin smiled fondly at the thought of you reading to him on one of your nightly dates in the woods. Lenora gently smiled and nodded.
Silence fell over the four of them as they all came to a middle ground. No more arguing, no more secrets. They knew and he could relax a little more. They were going to meet you and that’s all he wanted. He was so scared of them being against the idea of him being with you, but they weren’t and it made him so happy.
“You guys will love her.” Arvin smiled nodding.
“If you do Arvin, then I know we will too.” His uncle smiled up at the boy.
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parkerpeter24 · 1 year
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hello angel, what do you think of numbers 16 and 18 from prompt list 3 for our boy arvin russel? please and happy new year!
angel 🥺
pairing: arvin russell x reader
winter blurbs 2.0 ❄️ | 2.0 masterlist ❄️
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it had been a week of you living at the russell house after your parents decided to split up. lenora, your best friend had been kind enough to provide you with a roof over your head. emma was a very supportive lady and you needed that sort of environment to overcome the fact that your parents were going to legally part ways. sometimes she would hold you when you cried because the pain of seperation was nothing new to her. it reminded the old lady of the time her son went to war and she longed for any information of his whereabouts.
sometimes you cried at nights alone in bed while everyone was asleep. you stayed in under your blankets and pressed a hand over your mouth to muffle your own sobs.
on monday you finally went to school with lenora. after a whole week of missing school, your friends were happy to see you but gene dinwoodie and his gang were constantly teasing you about your parents’ situation.
you couldn’t face the humiliation as you rushed out of the school halfway. you walked the whole way back, sobbing and wiping the trail of tears that covered your face every once in a while.
you assumed no one would be home because emma mentioned that earskell would be driving her to the grocery store across town to get some stuff for her special meal on lenora’s upcoming birthday.
but you were proven wrong when you saw arvin standing on the porch next to his uncle’s rocking chair, smoking a cigarette.
he stood up straighter, putting out his cigarette as soon as he saw you.
you never really saw arvin around the house, just carrying groceries for emma and helping repair something around the house but you were almost sure you had spent more time in the house in a week that you stayed there than he did in eight years.
“what’s wrong?” he pointed to your tear stained cheeks and red eyes.
“nothing.” you replied, walking inside the house to avoid a conversation.
you thought he wouldn’t care any further but he followed you inside, “kids at school bothering you?”
“it doesn’t matter really.” you said, placing the books you were carrying on the dining table. you saw arvin disappear into the kitchen and felt bad about talking to him rudely. he was just being nice.
you were about to follow him into the kitchen but he came back with a glass of water. you took it from his hands, flashing him a little smile, and took a sip of water.
“if you want i can beat ‘em up for you.” he shrugged so casually it made you laugh.
after that day arvin and you became friends too and you noticed a lot more of him in the house. you noticed him helping lenora and you with homework, being in kitchen– even if he didn’t work much– with the three of you, eating at the table with everyone. you also noticed his room was right next to the one you were staying in.
after almost three weeks of living with the russell’s, you found a letter in the mailbox addressed to you. it was your mom’s. it was quite early in the morning, you hadn’t gone to school with lenora and you were sure no one was home so you carried the letter to your room, got under your covers and tore it open, reading it.
she had apologised for their constant bickering in that letter and asked you to stay with her once the divorce was settled. you sniffled, placing the letter at your bedside table.
the sudden knock at your door caught you off guard. arvin’s cap was the first thing you noticed as he entered the room partially, “everything okay?” he asked, voice deeper than his usual pitch. you probably woke him up.
“y-yeah, everything is fine.” you wiped your face with your sleeves.
“we got thin walls.” he said, entering the room fully now, “is everything okay?”
you nod your head, “mama sent me a letter, calling me back.”
“you don’t want that?” he rubbed his eyes, walking closer and sitting at the edge of your bed, close to your feet.
“what?”
“to leave here?”
you weren’t sure how to answer that. you wanted to go stay with your mother but something was holding you back too. you wondered if it was emma’s sweet nature, or getting to stay with lenora, or if it was arvin. the possibility made your heard flutter.
instead of saying any of that, you just chose to go with, “it won’t be the same without him there. my daddy.”
arvin placed a hand over yours, which was nervously fidgeting in your lap. he held it and looked into your eyes, “it’s gonna be alright.”
those words felt like everything you needed to hear. you nodded, giving him a smile. the two of you sat there in solitude until arvin’s words cut through the silence, “can i sleep with you?”
you could feel the drowsiness in his voice. instead of wording an answer, you simply lifted your blanket, inviting him to lay with you.
you two laid down, arvin hesitantly placing an arm around your waist. you shuffled closer to him, wrapping your arm around his shoulder until his head chin was resting over your head and your face was nestled into his chest.
you were enveloped in arvin, “oh, you’re so warm, don’t even let go of me.” the brunette mumbled, reading your thoughts. his eyes were closed and expressions the definition of calm when you looked up to read his face.
maybe arvin russell was the only reason you wanted to stay.
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holyfruitsnax · 9 months
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Eternity
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Summary: You snooped into something that ended up being more than you can handle. It’s not your fault you were curious. As much as Arvin was your friend, he’d been acting out lately, little did you know that soon you’d be stuck together, for eternity.
Pairing: Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Violent themes, Kidnapping, Murder, Slightly yandere!Arvin, Cursing, Brief mentions of suicide, and of course never proof read. (Probably needs more warnings than this just let me know)
  Nothing, you saw nothing. Your ears still rang, eyes still stung from the hot tears that fell while your brain worked overtime to find reasons for todays events. You weren’t dead? Were you? Your fingers grazed against the odd plastic above you, the stiff material made it difficult to breath. Breathe. Were you still with him? You recalled the gargled speech of Pastor Teagardin as several bullets tore through his chest. A moment you weren’t supposed to be around for, one you were stupid enough to stumble upon. 
  Brown eyes you’d have believed were heaven sent before today stared back into yours. Arvin Russell. He’d scrambled around to pick up his shell casings so fast, you noticed him wince from them still being hot to the touch. They’d just blown through a man, and he was scooping them up like they were shells on a beach. “Y/N?...Listen to me doll-” Arvin had reached out to you, his unplanned visitor. You couldn’t touch him, you wouldn’t let him touch you. Hurt you too. “Please...Please don’t kill me- I won’t tell nobody, I swear Arvin!” You pleaded to the man through blurry eyes.
  Arvin’s soft demeanor shifted as he looked to the ceiling with a click of his tongue. “Now, how could I do that to you my little trinket? Hmm?” His half lidded eyes shifted to you, chin still pulled up as his presence ate you alive. Closer. Until his rugged hands gripped your arm quickly pulling you out of the bloody church with him. “Arvin!-” Your scream fell upon deaf ears as Arvin covered your mouth with a heavy sigh before you were met with a heavy blow to your head.
  Now you were here, panicked hands scooted across the black space in search of its end. A sliver of sunlight cut through to your fingers as you found the edge of the dark grey tarp. Pulling it aside you faced upwards in the bed of an old truck staring at the mid day sky. What you’d thought to be sweat before turned out to be blood coming from your temple. You sat up slowly while holding your head, looking around a bit whoosy until you met eyes in the rear view mirror. Brown eyes. You gasped and struggled with the rest of the tarp over your legs, the truck slamming to a stop flinging you against the back glass.
  The air in your lungs escaped in a large gust, but you powered on hoisting your leg over the side of the truck bed. There they were again, evil hands burning against your heavenly skin. “HELP! HELP ME PELASE SOMEBODY!” You screamed out as Arvin yanked you into his arms, grunting against you while you tried to kick him. “Damnit Y/N STOP!” Arvin growled, tossing you onto the trucks bench seat. His body slid in next to yours, gripping you tight so he could lock the truck. The cool black barrel against your cheek made you tremble, vison blurring again with a whimper. You’d always thought of Arvin to be decent, maybe even your friend, now he may be the death of you.
  “Nah, c’mon now darlin’ don’t- don’t do all at’ now.” Arvin furrowed his brows wiping some of your tears away with his thumb. “Make a man feel bad.” He huffed buckling you in before himself. You stared at the curly haired man in disbelief, “Make you feel bad? You murdered a man!” You shouted, though you dared not much more as Arvin was armed. “I know you was stalkin’ the preacher. I saw you outside his house.” Arvin turned his head towards you with an unimpressed look. “I know. I was watchin’ him for what he did to my Lenora. Raped her. Made her kill herself.” His eyes watched the road again letting you think about his words. Lenora’s baby, of course. Choosing not to press this issue for now, you stayed silent.
  “I been watchin’ you too lil’ girl. longer than I was watchin’ that no good preacher. You can’t watch the watcher doll. I was after you first.” Your eyes blew wide. “But, I followed you! I-” Arvin laughed dryly “Dumb lil’ girl. Whatever kinda detective you thought you was, I let you be.” You swallowed thickly choosing to stare at the road with Arvin. He’d been stalking me too. He really was sick. “Where are you taking me?” You mumbled, moving to lean your head against the window. “Wherever I want. I was thinkin’ we’d make home over in Cincinnati.”
  We? “What uh, what do you mean we?” You felt like you knew what he was implying, especially after his newest confession. “I figure, you’ve seen too much, know too much. I-I can’t kill you, I love you-” You shook your head. “Arvin you can’t love me! I mean for gods sake you hurt me! You’re sick and you need help!”. Arvin’s jaw tensed “I DO LOVE YOU! DON’T YOU TELL ME OTHERWISE!”. You cried feeling his hand come up to your face, fingers squishing your cheeks in as he pulled you closer. The truck came to a stop as Arvin watched you, a smirk playing on his lips. “I didn’t want to hurt you Y/N, honest. Y-You tried to leave ME.” Arvin pressed a hand against his chest in hurt “I had to, see what you make me do?” 
  He frowned tired of your crying, placing a kiss to your wounded temple. “M’sorry darlin’.” His warm lips traveled to your cheekbone, then encased your pouted lips. You struggled against him face still in his hand. “I don’t love you.” You sniffled making Arvin’s frown grow deeper, eyes grow a bit dark. His fingers squeezed your poor jaw tighter making you whine in pain. His posture slouching slightly to meet your eyes, noses touching ever so gently. “You love me. Go on. Say. it.” You kept your mouth sealed shut, eyes drifting to the fabric of his jeans, scared of his unstable state. “SAY IT.” You jolted, Arvin’s thunderous voice filling the small space.
  Hot breath that smelled of mouthwash and cigarettes fanned across your face. Despite his tantrum, you stayed frozen, he wouldn’t kill you. “You don’t love me?” Arvin’s voice cracked as you shook your head. He forced you to meet his bitter chocolate eyes again, oh how you wished they were sweet like before. “Figure it out.” He grunted, pushing you back from him, continuing to drive. Arvin couldn’t seem to stay mad at you though, his right hand smoothing over your leg curled up on the bench seat. “You’re mine, and we belong, together~” Arvin sang softly to you along with the old crackly radio. His hand halted on your knee before dipping under your floral skirt to rub along the supple skin of your thigh, ignoring your discomfort. “Yes, we belong, together~...” Arvin’s mind had been set, if you didn’t love him, he’d make you fake it until it was true. “For..Eternity.”
  Somehow you drifted off to sleep and some time passed, a few hours maybe? The sun had just barely gone down when the truck stuttered to a halt again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.” Arvin beat his fist against the steering wheel reading the gas gauge. Arvin’s shouting forced you up right in your seat, the door mechanism unlocking beside you as he climbed out of the truck. Your hand trembled against the truck door handle debating escape. “Don’t get any ideas doll.” The truck door popped open, Arvin standing over you. “What are we supposed to do? Walk?” You cocked a brow at your kidnapper making him roll his eyes “What else? C’mon, maybe we’ll get lucky and somebody’ll pick us up.” He waved a hand while the other grabbed ahold of one of your own. Unsure why you didn’t attempt to run, you let Arvin take your hand as you walked “And if someone doesn’t? Do you know where the next town is?” You huffed kicking a rock. “Nope.” Arvin chuckled at your despair.
  “What. What happened with Lenora?” You whispered, unsure of which side of Arvin you’d receive. A soft sigh beside you helped you put your nerves at ease. “Y’know how she used to go a-an’ sit with her momma?” Arvin raised a brow watching you nod. “Well, I left her there one day, an’ I guess, that bastard preacher saw his chance an’ took it.” Arvin’s voice wavered, this was your Arvin. “The baby you mentioned? You think...” You couldn’t help the way your lips pulled in disgust. “I don’t think, I know. Lenora wasn’t just wonderin’ around with anybody. All of a sudden she’s with this preacher is secret. She comes home sick as a dog one day. The next she’s- I-I found her in the sh-shed.” Arvin’s eyes widened “Hanging there. She was cold when I got her down.” He sniffled. “Police come round saying that she was pregnant, they figured it was some kinda incest. But it was that preacher. H-He even tried to talk me onto his side.” Arvin sighed shoving his free hand in his pocket. “Arvin I’m sorry.” You mumbled making him nod.
  Luckily for you both after some time, a car honked and pulled up to you both. “My goodness what’s a pair of kids like you doin’ all the way out here?” The large set man chuckled out. He looked to be a bit older than the blonde woman next to him, his hair slightly thinned, a crooked smile that blew smoke out while he spoke to Arvin. “Truck broke down a while back. Y’see my fiancé and I were wanting to find somewhere to start new y’know? Ain’t that right darlin’?” Arvin squeezed your hand. “Yep! Hoping to find a little land of our own.” You sputtered out making the blonde woman nod, the man you’d learn was her husband popped the car door open to let you and Arvin file in.
  “Thank you.” You hummed while Arvin instead stayed silent, hand remaining locked in yours. Something about them seemed off to him. The couple rambled about their own lives, photography, religion, how they’d met. To you they seemed like a nice couple on the search for a good photo opportunity. To Arvin, they seemed too close to himself, everything seeming calculated before being said, the small glances between the two before a detail was given. “I hope the two of you don’t mind but, my bladder ain’t what it used to be. we’ll just pull over, yeah just right down in here is fine.” The woman tensed in her seat, watching her husband closely as he got out of the car to take a leak.
  “Y/N. I need you to trust me here.” Arvin eyed the gentleman relieving himself, spotting the flash of a gun tucked below his belt. He nudged his head in his direction, dropping his own gun out in the seat for you. “A-Arvin? I can’t.” You shook your head matching Arvin’s whisper. Of course, he didn’t ask if you could, he made a silent demand. So you gripped the pistol in your hand, Arvin quickly popped his door open, snatching the mans gun from his hip. Your eyes tore away from Arvin at the sound of a gun cocking in front of you. Raising Arvin’s gun high matching the terrified woman you shook in your seat “I-I don’t wanna hurt you.” You clenched your jaw watching her finger flick down to her guns trigger. You had no choice. You did the same, pulling the trigger once clenching your eyes shut as two more shots had rung outside the car.
  You gasped letting your hand run along your body in search of a bullet wound. She hadn’t hit you? Now came the next problem, you sat face to face with a dead woman, just as scared as you. Why were you right to kill her? You weren’t. Arvin fumbled into the front seat, stopping to take a look at the woman hearing you hyperventilate in the backseat. “You’ve got to breathe Y/N.” Arvin called to you, snatching some money and a few other things from the car before joining you in the back seat. “I-I c-Can’t!” You cried still clutching the hot gun in your hand “I didn’t wanna Arvin! I-I thought she was gonna, gonna shoot me!” You sobbed, letting Arvin pull you out of the car. “We gotta get out of here and you gotta stop that.” His face gave away his own nerves, walking back up the road you’d come out of.
  You wiped your eyes looking down at the gun in your hand. You stopped in your tracks, eyes lifting slowly to Arvin who kept walking. Bringing the gun up you aim it towards him, Arvin Russell, a murderer, an old friend. Only hearing his own footsteps Arvin stopped with a laugh “I can’t carry you all the way doll, c’mon-” His voice caught in his throat at the sight of you. A soft breeze blew the loose hair around your face, your eyes leaked tears that read every emotion under the sun. How could he have forgotten about the gun? Arvin didn’t reach for the gun he’d stolen from his victim, he settled on taking steps toward you. “I’m not your doll.” You hissed through gritted teeth yet Arvin still came towards you. “Don’t come any closer! I’ll blow your fucking head off.”
  Arvin smiled at you, stepping in front of your gun. “Okay. Do it. I’m not sure where you think you’ll go, I’m all you’ve got.” He picked at his nails watching your mind crumble. “And you are my doll, sweet, naïve little puppet.” The gun in your hand weighing more than you could bear thud against the dirt road. He was right. A gentle kiss placed itself against your forehead, hands holding your jaw to tilt it so Arvin could look you in the eye. “It was us or them. N’from what I found, they weren’t no good neither.” He lifted the photo of a mangled man on a picnic blanket to you making you gasp and avert your eyes. “You ain’t tainted darlin’ you’re just surviving.” Arvin nussled his nose against your cheek making you shudder and nod. He wiped your tears like he had before, this time much more sincere, like your old Arvin might would.
  “We gotta get out of here.” You met Arvin’s gaze, not able to match his smile. “Atta girl!” He beamed, pulling you in for a kiss which you stood still for, but let him. Arvin picked your gun up off the ground and you were off, leaving the couple in the distance. The cool feeling of metal sliding up your finger made you glance over to Arvin confused. A ring, her ring. “Just as a place holder for now, for our story. I’ll get you one of your own later.” He looped his thicker fingers into yours. You should be horrified, but you’re not. In fact, you’re flattered. For the first time in you endeavor, you offered Arvin a smile.
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Cause You Had A Bad Day
Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader
Synopsis: Arvin snaps at you after a bad day for the both of you
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Arvin came home after a rough day and just wanted to be alone. Nothing particularly horrible happened, just a bunch of little annoyances that left him irritable and tired. He hung up his jacket with a heavy sigh and went to the kitchen to get some water. You had been looking at a slip of paper with a deep frown but folded it up and set it down when you saw Arvin come in.
“Hi, honey. How was your day?” You asked as you put on a smile for him.
“Not great.” He mumbled as he took a seat at the kitchen table and poured himself some water. You immediately went over to him and put your hands on his shoulders.
“Oh, I’m sorry. What happened?” You asked as you rubbed small circles on his back.
“Don’t wanna talk about it.” Arvin mumbled and pulled away from your touch. He was feeling overstimulated already and didn’t want to be touched at the moment, but you didn’t realize that yet.
“Was it because of the heat? I was thinking bout you all day. You must’ve been sweating like a pig out there at the tar pits. Bet it was real hot, huh?”
“No. Wasn’t the heat. Just had a bad day, is all.” Arvin said and gave you a tired look. He hoped you’d see how exhausted he was and just leave him alone.
“Oh.” You nodded in understanding. “It was that one worker, wasn’t it? What was his name again? Sal? No. Was is James? Or is his name Joe? I can’t remember. But you said something bout him once after he-“
“Wasn’t a worker either. Just had a bad day, okay?” Arvin repeated, starting to get frustrated with you. For some reason, your simple questions were making his blood boil under his skin.
“I’m sorry you had a bad day, honey. Would it make you feel better if I fixed you something to eat?” You asked and tried to rub his back again. Arvin clenched his hands into fists and took a deep breath before letting them go.
“I’m not hungry. Don’t worry bout me. I just wanna be alone right now.” He told you and started to walk towards your shared bedroom.
“What about a bath? I bet that would make you feel better. Don’t you want to sit down in a nice, hot bath? I’ll draw one for you. I could even join you.” You offered as you followed him to the room. He was so annoyed from his day at work that he wasn’t even listened to what you were saying, he only knew that you were talking when he wanted silence.
“No, that’s okay. I’ll probably just take a nap or something.” He gave you a tight smile and took a seat on your bed.
“Okay. Good idea. Get some rest, honey. I’ll get started on dinner.” You told him. You took his hat off his head and kissed his forehead before leaving the room. Arvin sighed in a relief and laid down, finally getting the silence he wanted. The silence lasted about three minutes before you knocked on the doorframe.
“Hey Arvin?” You asked, making Arvins eyes fly open and remain on the ceiling.
“Do you want chicken tonight or stew? Cause I was thinking I could use the leftover chicken stock from yesterday to make a-“
“God damn it!” He cut you off and sat up in bed as he loudly slammed his fist down on the dresser beside him. You jumped a little and looked at him in confusion.
“Can you shut the fuck up for two seconds? I cannot stand the sound of your voice right now. How many god damn questions are you gonna ask me? I don’t care if you do chicken or stew or if you were hot today and I definitely don’t care about baths. I asked you to leave me alone. Why can’t you just to that? Just leave me the fuck alone!”
A silence fell between the two of you as you stared at each other across the bed room. You blinked a few times and Arvin saw your eyes well with tears before you looked down at the ground. He immediately felt guilty for yelling at you and wanted to apologize, but you started speaking first.
“Okay.” You said after a minute as you kept your eyes on your fingers while you nervously toyed with them.
“Okay?” Arvin asked in confusion. He didn’t expect such a short response after screaming so loud at you that the house shook.
“Okay, I’ll leave you alone.” You said quietly.
“Oh. All right. Thank you.” Arvin eyed you curiously, wondering why you weren’t shouting back.
“Um, I’ll just make dinner then. Sorry.” You said and quickly left the room.
Arvin tried to lay back down again but couldn’t stop thinking about what he had said. He was known to lose his temper, he had just never lost it at you like that. You’d been there to patch him up every time he let his anger get the better of him but this time, you had been the one on the receiving end. Arvin twiddled his thumb for a minute before laying down again. He tossed and turned it a few minutes before getting out of bed. He padded into the kitchen and saw you chopping vegetables on the counter.
“Baby doll?” He asked as he knocked on the doorframe to alert you to his presence. He saw you stiffen at the sound of his voice but you didn’t stop chopping up vegetables.
“What?” You asked without turning around. Arvin gulped a little, hearing that you write upset from the tone of your voice. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry I shouted at you.” Arvin mumbled against the skin of your neck before placing a kiss there. You didn’t respond that time and continued with that you were doing. Arvin frowned and tried again.
“I wasn’t mad at you, darling. I was mad about everything else. I had a bad day-“
“I know.” You cut him off before moving out of his arms and going over to the sink. He watched as you filled a pot with water before slamming it down on the stove.
“I had a bad day and I snapped at you. I’m sorry.” He finished his sentence and hoped you would hear the sincerity in his voice. You stopped what you were doing suddenly and turned around the look at him.
“You know, I had a bad day too.” You told him as you folded your arms.
“What happened?” Arvin asked as his eyebrows knit together. You rolled your eyes a little before looking back down at the ground.
“Well, I went into work and found at that my boss’s son got the promotion that I’ve been working towards for months. But that’s fine. I almost expected that more them I expected the promotion. To make myself feel better, I stopped at the market on my way home. I thought I might bake something to surprise you. I accidentally bumped into this man with my cart and he screamed in my face. I got scared so I just left my cart there and walked back to my car. He followed me to scream at me some more. I just wanted to get home after that but I guess I was in too much of a hurry because Officer Bodecker pulled me over and gave me a ticket. Not before me mumbled something about how women shouldn’t be allowed on the road, of course. Then I came home. And I was so excited to to see you to tell you about my awful day. Because after everything that happened, I truly didn’t think my day could get any worse.” You said as you looked up at Arvin. He was looking at you with pity in his eyes, his guilt only doubling now that he knew the full story. You looked him up and down before shaking your head a little.
“And then my boyfriend yelled at me.” You said with a sad smile. Arvin shut his eyes and leg out a little sigh before going over to you. He put his hand on your shoulder but you didn’t look into his eyes.
“Baby doll, I am so sorry. I had no idea what kinda day you had.” He said in a soft voice.
“Would that have changed anything? Would you really have been able to control your temper?” You asked as you looked up at him. Arvin opened his mouth to respond, then shut it when he realized he didn’t have an answer. He wanted to think the answer was yes, but he couldn’t confidently tell you that. You noticed Arvins lost expression and sighed a little.
“Arvin, I know you’re tired. But I’m tired too. I’m tired of men getting to act however they want, and expect us not to react. I’ve been screamed at, purposely scared, and put down so many times just because a man near me had a bad day. Well I wanna scream too. I have bad days too.”
“I know you do, baby doll.” Arvin said and cupped your face. This time, you let him and rested your cheek in his hand.
“I’m sorry I shouted at you. I’m sorry I made your day worse. I wish I wasn’t so angry all the time. I don’t know why I’m like that. I wish I were different.”
The sadness in Arvins eyes, coupled with the genuine remorse in his voice, made you give him a sad smile. You thought about the childhood he had endured and all the reasons he had to be a perpetually angry person. You reached up and cupped Arvins face, taking him by surprise.
“I don’t wish you were different. I love you the way you are.” You told him, making his eyes soften. He wrapped his hand around your wrist and leaned into your palm.
“Please, let me make it up to you. How can I make your day better?” Arvin asked you. You thought about it for a second before a coy smile tugged at your lips.
“I can still draw that bath.”
“No, please, I don’t deserve it. You don’t have to do anything for me.” Arvin shook his head.
“I didn’t say it was just for you.” You told him as you pulled him by the shirt towards the bathroom.
A few minutes, you were sitting between Arvins legs in a warm bath with candles lit around you. Arvin scooped up some of the bubbles you had put into the tub and used them to give himself a bubble heard. You looked over your shoulder at him and laughed at what he had done.
“Do you feel better?” He asked now that he had you smiling again.
“‘Much.” You sighed happily and sunk deeper into the bath.
“I tell ya, that officer Bodecker don’t know what he’s talking about. I’m gonna go down to that station tomorrow and get that ticket cleared up.” Arvin declared.
“Aw, Arvie warvy.” You gushed. “Thanks, honey. I would appreciate that.”
“Yup. And after that, I’m gonna go to the market and get you all your favorite baking goods. You can make all the cookies and pies that can fit in our house.”
“That would be something, wouldn’t it? A whole house full of baked goods. Bet it would smell mighty fine in here.” You said as you looked over your shoulder with a smile.
“It would. And while you bake, I’m gonna make you the best damn dinner you ever did have. You won’t have to lift a finger.”
“Can you even cook, mister?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’m gonna learn. I’ll hit the books right after this bath.” Arvin stated, malign you laugh again. He smiled and felt relieved to know you had forgiven him.
“What’s the rush? We can stay here all night if we want.”
“Suppose we could. But we’d get all pruny.” Arvin reminded you.
“I like prunes.” You shrugged and snuggled closer to his body. Arvin happily wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head.
“You know what?” Arvin smiled. “So do I.”
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