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Just Like The Ones I Used To Know

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Synopsis: you and Arvin celebrate your first Christmas together despite Arvins reluctance

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“You’re home!” You cheered as Arvin trudged through the snow covering your driveway.

“I am home.” Arvin chuckled in confusion. “What are you doing out here, doll? It’s freezing.”

“I’m building a snowman.” You said as you stepped to the side to proudly present the snowman you’d been building.

“A snow what?”

“A snow man. Haven’t you seen one?”

“You mean that creepy little lumpy thing the Wickerson boys built on their lawn?” Arvin asked as he rubbed his hands together to warm them.

“It’s not creepy. It’s a holiday tradition for when it snows.” You laughed and packed some more snow onto your snowman.

“How do make it look like that?” Arvin wondered as you rounded off the sides of the body.

“Go put on a better jacket and I’ll show you.” You winked at him, sending a flush through Arvins face. He leaned in to kiss you hello before going inside to get his thickest jacket. When he came back out to the lawn, you threw a snowball that hit him in the chest.

“What was that?” Arvin looked down at his jacket in confusion.

“Um…a snowball?” You laughed at his confusion.

“Oh. How do you do it?” Arvin wondered.

“Just grab some snow and mash it together until it’s a ball.” You explained as you formed another snowball. Arvin watched carefully and copied your movement before holding up a snowball of his own.

“Like this?”

“That’s perfect. Then you can throw it-“

You were cut off by Arvin decking you in the face with his snowball. You fell backwards and fell into the snow as your legs flew up in the air.

“Oh my God! Baby! I’m so sorry.” Arvin gasped and ran to help you up. You laughed as he pulled you out of the snow and brushed the snow off of your face.

“I’m okay. I’m great, actually. Because you just had your first snowball fight.”

“It was fun.” Arvin smiled now that he knew you were okay.

“I’m glad you liked it. Now come on. Help me with the snowman.” You tugged on his sleeve and pulled him over to your snow man. Together, you added the middle and head to your snowman so that it was nice and tall. You watched Arvins face light up with joy as he built the snowman and as happy as it made you to see him smiling, it also made you sad. You knew this was probably the first time he’d ever built a snowman and wondered how many other happy Christmas memories he had missed out on. You made sure to let him do the most of the building of the snowman so that he could get the full experience.

“I think he looks pretty good.” You said as you picked up a small wooden box from the ground. The words “snowman kit” were painted on the box in your handwriting.

“Why do you have coal?” Arvin wondered.

“For the snowman. He needs his eyes, smile, hat, and nose.” You explained as you placed the eyes and mouth on the snowman’s head. You handed the top hat from the to Arvin so that he could add it on top.

“Wait, wheres the nose?” Arvin asked and looked in the snowman kit box.

“This is the nose.” You smiled in excitement and pulled a carrot out of your pocket.

“This is a carrot.” Arvin deadpanned.

“Yes. But it’s also a nose.” You booped Arvins nose with the carrot before putting it in the center of the snowman’s face. You then took your scarf from around your neck and wrapped it around the snowman’s head.

“There. He’s perfect.” You said and stepped back to look at the snowman. Arvin stepped back as well and wrapped an arm around you to admire your work together.

“He’s a little funny looking.” Arvin chuckled, making you laugh as well.

“I know. That’s why he’s perfect.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around Arvins torso. He hugged you tightly as snow began to fall down and stick to your nose and eyelashes. He didn’t know why, but he felt oddly emotional as he stared at the snowman. He’d always wanted to build one as a kid but his parents were never well or willing enough to do it will him. Now that he had finally done it, he felt his inner child gleaming with pride.

“So what do we do now?” Arvin smiled and looked down at you.

“Now we drink hot chocolate and eat the cookies.”

“What cookies?”

“The ones I put on the oven before you got home. Come on. They’re probably ready by now.” You grabbed his hand and pulled Arvin inside. You shed your coats and gloves before going into the kitchen to check on the cookies.

“Oh no. They’re ugly.” You frowned when you pulled your cookies out of the oven.

“They’re not ugly, darling. They’re just a little misshapen.” Arvin quickly assured you when he noticed that you were genuinely upset.

“This one looks like a turd.” You said quietly and pointed to a cookie.

“Yes, it does. But I bet it tastes delicious.” Arvin said and took the cookie off the tray. He blew on it before taking a bite. You watched Arvins face lose all its color once he tasted the cookie and he looked at it in disbelief.

“What? Is it bad?” You worried.

“Is this snickerdoodle?” He asked with a mouth full of cookies.

“Yeah. I found a recipe in one of the old cook books.”

“The recipe on the purple index card?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“That was my mommas recipe. She used to make these when I was little. Made em every Christmas.” Arvin smiled a little as he looked down at the cookie. He took another bite and could practically hear his mom humming while she baked cookies.

“Does it taste the same?” You asked hopefully.

“It does. Wow, darling, biting into that made me feel like a little boy again.” Arvin said before finishing his cookie. He kissed the side of you head before taking another one.

“Aw. Arvy warvy.” You gushed and wrapped your arms around him.

“Told you not to call me that.” He chuckled and swayed with you in his arms.

“Then what am I supposed to call you?”

“My name, maybe.” He teased.

“Where’s the fun in that?” You teased back and took a cookie for yourself.

“Thanks for making cookies, darling. And for letting me help with the snowman. I had a lot of fun.” Arvin said in a soft voice as he looked down at you.

“Of course, Arvie. I’m glad you helped me. I like doing Christmassy things with you.”

“I know I haven’t been very festive this Christmas, doll. And I’m sorry about that. This time of year just makes me a little sad.” Arvin admitted as he cupped your face in his rough hands.

“You don’t have to apologize, honey. I know Christmas makes you miss your momma. It makes me miss my folks too. But Christmas is a time to remember happier times. And if you’re up for it, I made of list of things we could do to remind us of the reason for the season. After all, it’s our first Christmas together so I want it to be special.“ You said as you took a folded up piece of paper out of your pocket. You handed it to Arvin and held your breath as he read over it.

“Hang our stockings by the chimney with care? The hell does that mean?” He chuckled. You let out an excited squeal before running into the living room. When you came back, you had a stocking that you had knitted for Arvin as an early Christmas gift.

“Look! I made you one. It has an A on it so Santa knows it’s yours.” You said proudly as you handed Arvin his stocking.

“Darling, Santa isn’t-“

“Shhhh! He’ll hear you.” You quickly hushed him.

“Right. Sorry.” Arvin chuckled and shook his head with affection.

“Come on. Let’s hang them up.” You said as you pulled Arvin by the hand into the living room. He put the radio on the holiday channel and lit the fireplace while you hung up your stockings.

“See? Doesn’t that look so much better?” You asked once you stepped back to admire your work.

“It looks great, darling. Santa will love them.” Arvin humored you. You playfully rolled your eyes at him before wrapping him in another hug. You swayed to the music for a while until your tiny little Christmas tree caught Arvins eye. You can taken a tiny tree from the backyard and decorated it with as many ornaments as it could hold to serve as your Christmas tree. Arvin felt guilty for having a real tree for you and felt deterred to fix that.

The next day, Arvin stopped by the Christmas tree farm and picked out the biggest tree he could find. He got home before you did and quickly set it up in the living room. Just as he started to put ornaments on it, you came home.

“Oh, hey. Welcome home, darlin.” Arvin said when you came into the living room. You were staring at the tree in awe for a minute until a childlike smile broke out in your face.

“You got us a Christmas tree? A real one?” You gasped and reached out to touch the pine needles.

“Well it’s our first Christmas together. It needs to be special.” Arvin echoed your words from the day before.

“But how? It’s Christmas Eve.”

“I love it. It’s beautiful!” You gushed and jumped into Arvins arms to thank him. He hugged you back before handing you a box of ornaments.

“Want to help me decorate it?”

“I would love nothing more.” You gushed and accepted the box. You and Arvin spent the evening decorating the tree together and taking occasionally taking breaks to drink the hot chocolate Arvin had made. You looked over at Arvin every so often to make sure that he was having a good time. When you saw the childlike smile on his face, you felt at peace.

Just a week and a half later, it was Christmas Eve. You and Arvin spent the evening on front of the fireplace with your warmest blanket draped over your legs. You admired your Christmas tree as you told Arvin about all your favorite childhood Christmas memories.

“Do you really believe in Santa?” Arvin asked as he stared at the crackling fire place. You smiled softly and out a happy sigh.

“I do. I believe that the whole season is magic. The lights and the cookies and the snow - it’s all so magical. And that magic has to come from somewhere. So even if there is no jolly old man in a red suit coming down our chimney, I believe he’s out there somewhere granting wishes and making miracles. Something about Christmas makes me feel like anything is possible. And I think as long as I believe in Santa, all my Christmas wishes will come true.”

“What are you Christmas wishes this year?” He looked down at you with a soft smile.

“This. Being here at home in front of the fireplace with somebody who loves me. I asked for that every year. And this year, Santa gave it to me.” You said as you rested your head on Arvins shoulder.

“You think Santa brought us together?” He chuckled.

“I know you think it’s silly-“

“No. I don’t.” He assured you. “It’s a miracle a pretty lady like you ever looked my way. A Christmas miracle, even. It was snowing the first time we met, remember?”

“I do. You helped me get my car to start.” You smiled at the memory.

“Good thing I saw you in that storm. You could’ve frozen to death.”

“Uh huh. But I didn’t because of the kindness of a stranger.” You sighed happily and snuggled into Arvins side.

“I wasn’t even gonna go out that night. Something told me I had to, though.”

“Not something.” You corrected. “Someone. Jolly old Saint Nick.”

“Right. Must’ve been.” He laughed shyly and pulled you closer.

“What did you ask for this year, Arvy Warvy?” You asked as you looked up at him.

“I can’t tell you. If I tell you my wish, it won’t come true.” Arvin said with a cheeky smile.

“Hopefully you were a good boy this year. Santa just may have granted your wish.” You said through a yawn. You fell asleep on Arvins shoulder within a few minutes and Arvin carried you to your bed.

On Christmas morning, Arvin rubbed the sleep out of his eyes while you excitedly tugged him into your living room.

“Come on! You have to see what Santa brought you!” You grinned as you handed Arvin his first gift. Arvin chuckled and accepted the gift before kissing the side of your head. You clasped your hands under your chin and watched with excitement as Arvin tore off the wrapping paper. Inside was a shiny red tool box with brand new tools inside.

“Aw, thank you darlin. I love it. It’s perfect.” He smiled before leaning in to kiss you.

“You’re very welcome.” You smiled when you pulled out of the kiss.

“Got something for you as well.” Arvin said as he sheepishly pulled out a small, poorly wrapped package.

“Aw, arvie. What’s this?” You asked as you tore it open. Inside was a small jewelry box. You looked up at him before opened up the box. Inside was a delicate heart shaped locket that looked like Arvin had made himself. You gasped softly and opened the locket up to find a picture of the two of you.

“One of the boys at work said he knew how to work metal. I asked him to show me how to make that for you.” Arvin sheepishly admitted as he secretly hoped you loved it.

“Oh, Arvin.” You said softly as you looked up at him. He gave you a shy smile before looking down at his lap.

“I’m sorry I can’t afford real jewelry with diamonds and pearls and all that because that’s what a girl like you deserves. I’ll be able to afford it one day. And then I’ll replace this hete necklace with a real one.” Arvin promised you.

“Nuh uh. This is a real necklace. And I love it more than anything you could buy in a store. It’s beautiful, Arvin. I love it.” You assured him.

“Do ya really?” He asked hopefully.

“Of course I do. Help me put it on.” You requested and turned around. You held your hair up as Arvin fastened the necklace around your neck. Once it was one, you looked down to admire it.

“It’s even better when it’s on. Thank you, Arvie. It’s the best gift I ever got.” You said as you threw your arms around Arvin. Arvin hugged you back for a long time, internally ecstatic that you liked his gift.

“I think Santa left a little something in your stocking too.” You said once you pulled out of the hug.

In his stocking, you had slipped in a brand new lighter, a pack of cigarettes, some baseball cards, and a candy cane.

“Wow. Santa was really nice to me this year.” Arvin chuckled as he lit up a cigarette with his new lighter.

“You must’ve been a real good boy.” You coyly shrugged.

“Thank you, darlin. This may be my best Christmas yet.” Arvin thanked you again, feeling like he could never thank you enough.

“This Christmas ain’t done yet. There’s one more gift Santa left you.” You told him as you went to get a present you had hidden behind the tree. Arvin looked at your curiously as you handed him a square shaped present. He unwrapped it and found an old photo album inside.

“A photo album?” He asked you.

“I found it in the attic that time we went to visit your Uncle Erskill. He said I could keep it.” You explained as Arvin began to flip through the pages. Each page was filled with picture after picture of him as a kid with his parents. He relived memories he had completely forgotten about with each page he turned.

“Said it was your mommas.” You added in a soft voice. Arvin teared up as he flipped to the last page, which had a picture of his mom holding him in front of a Christmas tree. The next page was blank, giving Arvin an idea.

“You still got that Polaroid camera?” He asked you.

“I do. Why?” You wondered as you pulled it out of a drawer. Arvin took the camera from you and brought you over to the mirror that hung in your living room.

“Here. Smile.” He instructed as he put an arm around you. You smiled at your reflection as Arvin snapped a picture. When it developed, there was a photo of the two of you looking on the mirror and smiling with your Christmas tree in the background.

“Aw. It’s the first ever picture of us.” You gushed and gently touched the picture.

“Let’s put it in the album so we can remember our first Christmas together.” Arvin suggested. You smiled happily as you helped him slide the picture into the last page of the photo album, right next to the picture of him and his mom.

“Did you get your wish this year, Arvie warvie?” You asked him as you rested your chin on his shoulder. Arvin looked at the pictures side by side and felt tears of happiness come to his eyes for the first time in his entire life.

“I sure did, darling.” He sighed happily. “I sure did.”

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 2 years

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Can you please write a blurb for Arvin with the prints 52 and 84? Also can it be fluff please? Thank you!!!!

It has been a while since I've written for Arvin! Glad to be getting back to him, hope you enjoy love! As always feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Also I’m sorry for the late night post, I love you guys xx

Babies and Rivers

52 - “Help me, my leg is asleep.”

84 - "Why are you sticky?"

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Arvin and you head to the river to relax after a long day

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Arvin watched as you paced down the driveway towards his car, it was obvious already that you were exhausted. You were slouched over, your hair, which had been down when he dropped you off, was now tied in a messy ponytail. Arvin leaned over to open the door for you as you approached the car.

“Hey sunshine,” he smiled, “Why the sour face?”

You shot him the dirtiest look he’d ever seen as you climbed into the passenger seat, “We are never, ever having kids.”

He laughed, “That bad?”

You nodded, “You have no idea. They were acting crazy all day, Jonathan started screaming if I put him down for even a second, and I couldn’t get Henry to sit down for anything. I mean even during lunch he kept getting up and running around.”

“I’m sorry darlin’,” he frowned and kissed the back of your hand, “Why don’t we skip the river today? We can just head back to mine or yours so you can rest for a while.”

“No, no, I still wanna go,” you insisted, “I’m sure you already packed food up and everything…”

“I did, but we still don’t have to go.”

“I want to, I’m sure I’ll feel better after I eat and sit down for a while,” you scooted into the middle seat of his truck and kissed his cheek.

“Alright,” he grinned, “But let me know if you change your mind.”

“Yay,” you cheered, snuggling into his side as he pulled onto the road.

Arvin set his hand on your leg but almost instantly retracted it, his face contorting to disgust, “Why are you sticky?”

“Oh god,” you groaned and looked down at your legs, they looked fine but when you touched them they were sticky, “I let the boys have some popsicles, I thought I got it all off of me,” you cringed as you poked your leg, “That’s disgusting.”

Arvin started to laugh, “Don’t worry, you can rinse off in the river.”

You sighed and leaned back against the car seat, “You better have packed some good food.”

“Don’t worry, I made us some sandwiches, and I went to that bakery downtown and got some of those little cakes you like,” he reached over for you again, running the back of his fingers down your cheek, “You could close your eyes for a minute pretty girl.”

“I’m okay,” you assured, turning lazily towards him, “You’re the best boyfriend in the world, you know that?”

“I try my best,” he lifted his arm, giving you room to snuggle up underneath it, “Now come here, sticky or not, I like having you close.”

“Aw,” you cooed as he wrapped his arm around you.

You turned your attention to the road ahead of you. The town started to fade away, being replaced with dense trees and only the occasional home as you krept closer and closer to the river. Arvin was driving out further than he usually he did, wanting to make sure that you two wouldn’t run into anyone while you were out. It was a special day, he wanted to keep it just the two of you.

“Here we are,” he grinned as he pulled into a small dirt parking lot. A large sign advertised some kind of hiking trail, “Looks like it’s just us.”

“Yay,” you grinned.

Arvin passed you the picnic blanket as he climbed out of the car. He took the basket of food and your hand and led you down a thin dirt trail. It was hot, and you were tired, but Arvin promised you it wasn’t a far walk. He half jokingly offered you a piggyback ride, but you had a little too much pride to accept it.

“Here we are,” he grinned as you two stumbled into a small alcove.

The river bank was all rock and grass, it was much more serene than the dirt banks closer to your home. You spread the blanket out on the grass and happily fell down on top of it. You kicked off your shoes and spread your arms out over the blanket. Arvin laughed and set the basket down beside you. You watched with a smile as he lifted his shirt over his head, leaving him in just his swim trunks.

“I would whistle if I wasn’t so tired,” you grinned up at him.

He smiled and tossed his shirt at your face, “There, you can have a souvenir.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed his shirt off you, “Come on, I already have a million of those.”

“Cause you’re a thief,” he pinched your chin and opened up the basket, “You still hungry sweetheart?”

“I’m starved,” you rubbed your grumbling stomach with a smile, “Sandwiches right?”

He nodded and set a paper plate in your lap, “Yeah, I put a lot of hard work into them so you better enjoy.”

Your eyes widened excitedly as he presented the sandwich to you, “Don’t worry, I plan on it.”

The sandwich tasted divine after the long day you’d had. You were eternally grateful that you had a boyfriend who didn’t mind sitting quietly while you ate. Arvin was always happy just to be near you, and he didn’t mind at all if you wanted to sit in silence after a long day. He would just sit beside you and peck at his food, watching you watch the river.

“This is nice,” you hummed, “The river’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” Arvin pecked your cheek.

You flushed and turned to him, “You don’t have to be so sweet all the time Arvin.”

“Well sure I do, it’s what you deserve,” he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, “How’s the sandwich?”

“Amazing,” you groaned before shoving the last bite into your mouth.

“Save room for dessert,” he laughed, “You really were starving huh?”

You nodded, “You have no idea, I had no time to eat while I was chasing the kids, I thought I was about to wither away.”

“My poor girl,” he flashed a pout, “You know when we have kids I’m sure they’ll be much sweeter to you than the boys are. They’ll save all the screaming and running around for me.”

“The boys are sweet Arvin, they’re just kids,” you cracked a small smile, “And I’m sure our kids will terrorize us equally.”

“Well probably, but I was trying to make you feel better,” he chuckled and peeked into the basket beside him, “You want your cake now sweetheart?”

You hummed and nodded, “Yeah, I think I do.”

“Great, just one thing first,” his cheeks dusted pink, “I know you said you didn’t want to do gifts but I couldn’t help myself…”

“Arvin,” you scolded.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he waved his hand at you and reached into the basket, pulling out a small black, velvet box, “It’s small, don’t worry.”

You tried to fight your smile as he placed the box in your lap, “Now I feel bad, I should have got you something.”

“I don’t need anything sweetheart, I just like seeing you happy,” he kissed your cheek, “Go ahead and open it.”

“I am, have some patience,” you giggled and pulled the box open.

Inside was a simple silver chain with a small heart charm hanging off of it. The charm had been delicately carved with both of your initials. It was absolutely gorgeous, your mouth fell open in disbelief.

“You like it?” he questioned.

You quickly nodded, “I love it Arvin, this is so beautiful.”

He let out a relieved breath, “Thank goodness. You have no clue how nervous I was.”

“I love it,” you repeated, pulling him in for a quick kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he set both his hands over yours, “Can I help you put it on?”

“Yes, please,” you nodded eagerly.

Arvin crawled behind you and swept your hair to the side. He took the necklace from the box and wrapped it around your neck. He carefully clasped it behind you and pressed his lips to your neck.

“There,” he pulled away with a content hum, “I think it looks pretty, silver looks good on you.”

You nodded in agreement, “It’s perfect.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he ran his hand over your collar with a smile, “Happy anniversary sweetheart.”

“Happy anniversary,” you cooed back and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Have I ever told you how handsome you are?”

“A few times,” he nuzzled his nose against your cheek and started trailing kisses up your jaw, “How about we head in the water? It’s hot out here.”

“You can head in, I think I’m gonna lay down for a minute,” you patted his chest and flattened out the blanket, “Just a minute though, don’t let me fall asleep.”

“Why are you laying down if you don’t wanna fall asleep?” he laughed.

“I just wanna rest a minute,” you laid your head in his lap, “You can get in if you want.”

“No, no, I’ll stay here,” he ran his hand through your hair, “You rest.”

Your eyes fell heavy as you watched the river in front of you. The soothing sound of the water and Arvin’s hand in your hair were urging you to sleep, but you were determined to stay awake. You wanted to enjoy the river and actually get in the water for a while, you could sleep later, when you were curled up in bed with your boyfriend.

“You still wanna stay awake pretty girl?” Arvin cooed, noticing you starting to drift off in his lap.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “I’m gonna get up and we’re gonna go swim.”

He smiled to himself, “Why don’t you get up then?”

“I will, I will,” you promised, “It’s only been a minute.”

“No,” he peaked at his watch, “It’s been almost an hour.”

You looked up at him, “No it hasn’t.”

“Yes, it has,” he chuckled, “You keep drifting off and waking up. You know we can always go home if you’re that tired, the river will still be here tomorrow.”

“I want to swim,” you insisted, slowly pushing yourself off his lap, “I gotta get my dress off.”

Arvin’s lips tugged to a smirked as you attempted to reach back and unzip your dress, “Let me help,” he gently tugged your zipper down to free you from the dress, “There you go.”

“Thank you,” you pulled the dress up and over your head and folded it up in your lap.

Arvin stood, taking just a moment to admire you in your swimsuit, “You coming?”

You yawned and nodded, “Yeah, just a sec.”

“I told you, we can always go home,” he offered again.

“I’m coming,” you tried to push yourself up, only for you to fall back down. Your left leg, which you’d been laying on top of, was totally numb, “Ouch,” you grunted as you fell back down.

Arvin started laughing, “Forget how to stand sweetheart?”

“No,” you groaned, “Help me, my leg is asleep,” you extended your arms towards him, expecting him to help you stand back up.

“Poor girl,” he clicked his tongue and bent down in front of you, “Let me help.”

He hoisted you into the air suddenly, pulling you in close to his chest as he stood. You squealed and clung to his neck, “Arvin put me down!” you demanded through a fit of giggles.

“You asked for help, I’m helping,” he laughed in response as he approached the water.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” you continued giggling as he entered the water.

“The water feels nice,” he dipped you down so your feet grazed the water.

You shivered at the sensation and stretched to try and dip your legs the rest of the way in, “Come on, let me get in.”

“Oh you mean put you down?” Arvin cocked his head, pretending not to know what you wanted as he waded deeper.

“Yes dork, so I can swim.”

“Ah,” he hummed, “I could do that, but I sort of like having you close,” he kissed your cheek, “You know you might be able to convince me to let you go though.”

“And how would I do that?” you smiled as he pulled you into the water with him, “A kiss maybe?”

“A kiss might do it,” he nodded.

“Okay,” you cupped his face in your hands, running your thumbs over his cheeks before you pressed his lips to his.

He smiled into the kiss, gently squeezing your body against his. His grip on you loosened and he let you slip out of his arms. Slowly you pulled away, looking up at him with a big smile. He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, then to your forehead.

“You know you’re too cute for your own good sunshine,” he purred.

“Well you’re too handsome for your own good,” you hummed in response.

“As long as I’m handsome enough for you to stick around that’s all I care about,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, “You better start swimming if that’s what you wanna do sweetheart, otherwise I’m gonna start kissing you again.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you took his hand and leaned back into the water, “I think we’ve got time for both.”

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xtom-darling-x17 · 2 years

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I have a request for Arvin Russell!

Could you make one where the reader sees Leanora (her best friend) getting bullied so she runs in to help her, however she ends up getting hurt. Then they both go into Arvins truck, y/n help leanora and acting like she’s not been hurt herself. And then maybe Arvin goes home and helps clean her up? x

Cuts and Bruises

Pairing - Arvin Russel x Reader

Summary - Lenora is getting bullied, you intervene to help her. After, you try to keep your composure because you got hurt but a particular someone notices.

Warnings - Angst (Bullying, Violence, Swearing)

A/N - Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! I Appreciate all of your love and support towards all my content and blog! Requests are open, plus the sweet treat party to everyone. Don’t be shy to request for things! 🥺🥰💜

Word count - 1K+

Your walking through the hallways after school to get to your locker, Arvin Russel normally picks you and his sister, Lenora up but running late because of work.

As you collect your books into your bag, it seems strange because usually Lenora comes running at you beaming with some particular interest of hers.

Maybe she had to go to the bathroom? Or left something in a classroom? That girl is awfully forgetful with her belongings you thought giggling.

Meanwhile, Lenora had some trouble on her hands as usual (a group of no good sons of Bitches as Arvin likes to call them) decided that it was a great idea to bully an innocent girl.

Lenora is sweet and kind, humble at what she has got. You don’t need no big, fancy things when you got a lot of love in the house. Unfortunately, people normally stay away from her because apparently rumour has it, she is a curse.

That is a far from the truth that is why, when you came to town you immediately, friends with the sweet girl! Thinking so much of her, being best friends is great. Especially when you help each other out and talk all day.

“Oh, look who it is boys,” Tommy Matson smirked, he stood from leaning to walking over to Lenora, “Hey, pretty girl,” he teased.

“Disgusting, don’t call me that from your vile mouth,” Lenora whispers the last part, too shy to stand up to her bullies.

“Walking away, are we?” Tommy whistles, “You know you would be pretty, if you weren’t such a freak!” He slams his hand against a garbage can, making Lenora scared she tryed to run off but it was no use.

“Get off me,” Lenora screeched, kicking her legs at the boy, “What is your momma going to say?”

Tommy, still holding her wrist, “hurts, let go!” Lenora whimpers at his strong grip.

“My momma ain’t gonna say shit, I don’t need to answer to you!” Tommy scowled, pulling her closer to his face to hush in her face, “hush now because Your a freak,”

“Properly made a pack with the devil,” Another boy joked, all his “friends” laughing along.

Just as things could be more abusive, you come rushing out the doors. You was looking around where Lenora could of been because your worried at how you haven’t seen her yet.

You gasped, as you open the large, brown doors to see stupid Tommy bullying her with other boys.

“Hey, get off her! You no good son of a bitch,” You storm your way over, Tommy didn’t even have a chance to speak before you grabbed his wrist from Lenora’s, “You don’t touch her, You should know better with that dumb brain of yours!”

“Y/N, another pretty girl! Why hang around with that freak if you can have all this,” Tommy explained trying to flirt, smirking.

you ignored him scoffing, kicking his knee. He dropped on the floor as he cried out.

“You slut, you will pay for this,” He shouted, pointing at you.

Paying your attention to the frighten Lenora, poor girl you step closer to her. “Come, let’s get out of here before they try something worse.” You whisper, as Tommy is dumbfounded by his so called “friends” laughing at him.

You and Lenora try to make a run for it without them noticing it but luck isn’t on your side today.

“You got your ass kicked by a girl,” Billy laughed, Chucky coming up behind him slapping Tommy’s back, “Yh, you definitely did! It was hilarious,”

“Hey, they’re trying to run away!” Billy told, “Well, what are you waiting for! Get them, you Idiots,” Tommy, grumbled out very loudly getting up as quick as he can.

“Lenora, it’s going to be ok! Let’s just keep running,” You tried to comfort her, she had a few tears in her eyes, until you feel a boy grab your wrist pushing you on the floor.

“Thinking you can get away from me, S/N,” Tommy tutted, Lenora wrists were grabbed by Billy and Chuck, “Yh we got you now!”

You quickly, stood up Tommy grabbed your waist squeezing it. Most likely leaving a mark of his attack, “Let go, or else!” You threatened hissing at him and the pain, looking pasted his head to see Lenora being pushed around by the other two boys.

You had to help Lenora so you had to be strong, plan this out carefully. “What is a weak girl like you? Going to do to me, HUH?” he chuckled, throwing you back to the floor. You hissed at your side, probably going to leave another bruise.

“A lot more than you think, you bitch!” You grunted, Tommy was going to make his way over to Lenora. You hopped on your feet again, running right into Him and pushing him really hard on the floor.

You grabbed Billy yanking him on the floor too, with a big crash sound of dirt. “Ow, you Bitch,”

Chuck being a pussy, running off in the other direction just before you had time to yank him on the floor. You may be in pain but you had to help Lenora out, first!

“Oh, My! Are you ok,” You help Lenora up, her knee was a bit bruised, “Yh, I’m fine thanks,”

“Oh, for fuck sake!” You see Tommy standing up, “Lenora you need to run, right now! I don’t care about me, I’ll handle him but RUN!” You look her in the eye, deadly serious.

Luckily, Billy is still on the ground yelping. Lenora nodded and ran, seeing Arvin’s car just about to pull up.

You quickly, grabbed Tommy’s fist that he was about to punch you with. You kick him in the stomach, taking off your bag and swinging it so that as it hits him he falls down, you fell down too hitting your knee.

“Son of a bitch,” you mumble.

seeing Tommy hovering over on the floor, you grab your bag and make a run for it with your bleeding knee. You couldn’t really see it because of your tights but you could definitely feel the blood trickling down.

Running for her dear life to her brother’s car, Arvin let out smoke from his mouth. Having Scolding hot, mean face on him as he sees Lenora running and You right behind her.

“Fuck,” Arvin let go as Lenora opened the back door, breathing heavily, “Are you ok, what happened!” He questioned just as you got in with her too.

“Never mind that just drive, Arvin,” You breathed out, looking at Tommy still on the floor but mostly going to move any moment.

Arvin actually listened Stepping on the Gas, “I bet it’s those no good sons of bitches isn’t it?” He scowled as he drags his cigarette out.

“Lenora,” You whisper, “it’s ok, they are gone!” You comforted her as she leans into you for a hug, “Yh, but we are fine! I hope,” you talking to Arvin pausing to think, “They we’re bullying Lenora. I stepped in to help her,”

“Yh, without Y/N I properly be beaten up,” Lenora whimpers out of fear, “Thank you,” she whispers, with tears in her eyes again giving you a small smile.

“It’s ok, no need to say thank you! Lenora, I’m your best friend, friends are there to protect friends!” You smile at her, she giggles, “Yh your the best!”

“Hush, I’m not that great! Your better,” You wink teasing her, lightening up the mood.

“Tch, those no good Hillbilly’s I’ll get the lot of them! They think it’s alright to bully people, especially women!” Arvin muttered, mostly to himself gripping the wheel tighter but you heard it giving him a sweet, toothy smile.

Arvin Russel the boy who was they call a devil, apparently cursed too! He acted tough but actually he had a sweet spot for you and his sister. That is all he ever want in life, to protect you and her.

“I appreciate you looking out for Lenora, Y/N,” Arvin actually gives you a smile, it was sweet never seen before to you until today. He admired you from a far, since the first time you protected his sister, he admires you more always.

“It was no, big deal Arvin,” You shyly said, putting your hair behind your ear, he nodded adjusting his cap.

“Why are you shy now! Mm,” Lenora shifted her shoulders towards you as she teases, “You had no trouble speaking clearly to those bullies, unless…”

You squinted your eyes at her, luckily Arvin isn’t taking any notice of her attics towards you.

“Lenora, no,” You hissed at her to cover up the pain you was in because you couldn’t say you were in pain.

“Well, I’m just telling! I can see it,” Lenora takes her hand, pointing to Arvin. You take her hand down and slapped your forehead, “Are you gonna stop, if I admit it?” You questioned, giggling.

Your side really hurts but you can’t let them know because that’s embarrassing. The bully threw you a bit too hard on the floor as you hoped.

“Maybe,” Lenora smirked, waving as she wiggles her fingers, “Oh, my right well change of subject! Are you hurt anywhere?”

Arvin pulled up at their drive way, going take you home after dropping off Lenora is the usual plan after school.

“My side hurts a bit,” You nodded, “Oh, I remember I packed cool patches,” you give a couple of Lenora, “Here, for your side,” You smile.

“Thanks, wouldn’t know what I do without you,” Lenora smiled back, “Are you hurt too?” She worried about you too? You thought, how sweet! “No, no, it’s fine I’m not,” You smile hiding the pain, you could just clean yourself up after you get home anyway.

“I’m honestly ok, now you rested up poppet over the weekend,” You lie as you smile, hugging her a good bye as she waved getting out the car, “bye,” Lenora waved at Arvin too, one last time going into her house.

It’s easier if people don’t know your in the pain, you had to learn that the hard way in the past few years of living in the other town.

You breathed out slowly as you feel slightly dizzy, nothing much out of the ordinary you suppose.

You wonder why Arvin hasn’t started the car back up as you open your eyes you see Arvin right next to you on the back seat.

He is looking at you, there is something in his eyes.. worry? Maybe, I doubt it you thought.

“Hey, Are you ok? Darlin’,” Arvin softly asked, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you love,”

How did you not hear the door going? On the car as he left the front to the back. You must of been so hazy, only focusing on Arvin now.

You take a deep breath “I’m ok,” you shakily whispered, gulping as your heart beat going faster of how Arvin is so close to you.

Your lips could actually meet!

“No, please don’t lie, sweetheart,” Arvin shook is head, taking your soft hand into his slightly rough yet soft one making your breath hitch at the sudden contact, “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to hide their true feelings and I can tell you got hurt, Darlin’,”

You sigh looking up into Arvin’s chocolate, warm brown eyes they were normally, cold full of dark tones of brown.

“Your eyes are gorgeous,” You stutter, blinking tilting your head.

“Not as gorgeous as yours, Pretty girl!” He winks, Pretty girl came much better from his perfect, soft lips.

“May I,” Arvin asked suggesting to touch you, “yes,” you nodded, almost forgetting the pain.

Arvin brushes your hair behind your ear, cupping your jaw gently into his hand as he brings your face closer to his.

“You need help, I’m going to help you! Not only you protected my sister, your strong and beautiful girl, who I want to get to know because I already…” He cuts himself off, looking the other way as he ruffles his hair stilling holding your jaw gently.

You reached out your hand cupping his jaw gentle, making him look into you this time. Bringing him closer, you heard his breath hitch just like yours a moment ago.

“Arvin, you already what?” You whisper, giving a curious look to him, you lick your lips, “Fine, I will let you help me but what is it your going to say?” You gave him a real, genuine smile this time.

“I, I love you, Y/N,” Arvin smiled, “Please let me help you,” You can’t believe what your hearing, the boy that you been crushing on since you moved in town just confessed his feelings.

You are quite starstruck completely forgetting about your bruise sides or your bleeding knee. Never the less, you pull him into a sweet kiss to answer his question.

“I love you too, Arvin,” You look into his eyes again, smiling. He kisses you with his soft, delicious lips again drifting off into the clouds.

“I think we should go into the house and clean you up, Darlin’,” He whispers through kisses, you nod.

Arvin gets out of his car, opening your door and carefully standing you up. You wince at your side because of the bruises, they are quite fresh.

“It’s ok, love,” Arvin, steadies you as you stumble upon on your feet as you walk, “I got you, I got you,”

“Do you want me to lift you up? Sweetheart,” Arvin suggests, you shook your head, “I’m too heavy,” you mumble,

“No, your not love! Who put that stupid, crap into your head,” Arvin scoffed, “You are perfect, now please let me pick you up because you can hardly walk,”

You nod agreeing, Arvin wraps his arms around your waist to lift you up as you put your legs around him too.

“See not heavy,” He smiles, kissing your forehead.

You bury your head into the crook of his neck, smelling his delicious scent. Even if he has a hint of smokes on him, he still smells like vanilla and pine wood.

Luckily, Lenora is in her room and Arvin’s grandmother is in the kitchen too busy repairing dinner to hear the door going.

Arvin went upstairs with you, very quietly to make sure no one notice to keep things at least now private between you. He pop you down on his bed, “This is more comfortable than my bed,” you giggle, Arvin put your bag down near his draws.

“Oh is it?” Arvin nodded, “Im going to get the band aid kit for you love,” you nodded as he went. You sink down more into his bed, loving how soft it is, still your knee is bleeding but at least your getting a handsome guy to fix it.

Those pet names that Arvin gives you sends butterflies right down your stomach! Making you day dream to the clouds again, you look around his room. It’s actually pretty cosy, nice room to be in.

“Can you sit up, Darlin?” Arvin asked, closing the door, you nodded propping yourself up. You realised that you had tights on, “Can I take them off? To get to your knee, I can see it’s been bleeding under the material,” you loved how he explained himself, acting tough but in reality being shy around you.

“Yes, Arvin!” You smiled as he slides them off showing your bare legs, “This may sting love, you can squeeze my hand if it gets too much,” you take his other hand.

Your shirt rises a little bit, Just enough for Arvin to see your side bruises.

“Those god Damn Hillbilly’s are gonna be 12ft underground,” Arvin mumbles under his breath as he goes through the first aid box.

“Ouch,” you hiss, “Your doing so well, Darling” Arvin praised as he wipes your Graze with the aesthetic wipe.

Arvin places a plaster on your knee after he kisses it, “Do you feel better?” He asked, “Wait, you need a cooler pack for your bruises,” he remembered going back through the first aid box.

“Your too sweet,” You gasped at the coldness, “It’s cold,” You giggle, holding Arvin’s hand a bit tighter.

“Only sweet for you sweetheart,” Arvin winked at you, “I have something to ask you,”

“ok, shoot,” You smile, rubbing his hand looking into his eyes.

“Will you officially be my girl,” Arvin scratches the back of his neck, shyly as he asked you.

“Of course Arvin,” Arvin pulled you into a passionate kiss before you could say anything else, “Like sugar aren’t you!” You Smiled.

Arvin licks his lips, “Mm, not as much as you, Doll,” he stands up laying down on the bed with you.

“Thank you for cleaning me up,” You snuggle into him more as he wraps his arms around you, “Anytime, My love,” Arvin kisses your cheek, stroking your head.

“Sleep beautiful,” You hear him whisper into your ear as you drift off, too tired to keep your eyes open any longer.

Arvin pulls the covers over you, kissing you on the forehead just before he drifts off with you.

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queenoftheworldisdead · 2 years

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Training day

Note: Inspired after talking with my Muse Jen

Summary: Lee teaches a rookie how things are done.

Warning: 18 + Only, groping, forced fingering, non consent, rape, forced oral, Dark themes, lots of crying

Dark Lee Bodecker x reader, Dark Arvin Russel x reader

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After bringing in the mail some of them spilled out of your hand before you could place it neatly on the kitchen table. The one with your father's name stood out amongst the pack.

He had died sometime ago and every once in a while letters would roll in asking for money he owed. The old bastard left you nothing but his debt and the old Chevy that was more trouble than it was worth.

You frowned and picked his up first then opened it. The sheriff's insignia stamped above the text informed you of his unpaid outstanding speeding tickets.

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"I don't know what to tell you ma'am, you're gonna have to come in and pay this off." The lady officer told you over the phone. You twisted your gold cross in annoyance at the news. After a long explanation things were going the same way they always did, bad. Not only did he have outstanding speeding tickets he also had parking tickets too. Enough for the county to put a boot on the car.

"But he is dead and I aint got that kinda money." You stressed. You needed that clunker to get back and forth to work. The buses had a tendency to run on their own time.

You heard her sigh over the phone then put you on hold without warning. You considered asking the church for help again. When he ran out on your mother they helped support your mom, kept you fed and clothed. When your mother passed they even helped to bury her and when the time came your father too. You were sure you were running low on favors. You would never be able to pay them back for everything.

"Hello Ma'am?"

"Yes. I'm still here."

"Okay, if you come to the station today and show proof, we can get this sorted for you." She explained as relief washed over.

"Thank you… I'll be there as soon as I can."

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You hoped you could get this sorted out without denting your pocket book, things were hard enough as it was. By the time you made it out of the house the street lights were on. The station was small for the town size, only three empty squad cars sat empty as you walked up to the double doors.

"Hi Honey, how can I help you today?" The lady officer inquired through the holes in the glass as you pushed through the front door.

A wide partition separated you two. Before the call you were surprised they had women working here and by her uniform she was more than just a pencil pusher. Behind her head you saw the tail end of the an empty bullpen.

Pushing your papers over her desk you again explained your situation. Her brows knitted as she read over the documents as you waited.

"Uh just a moment hun.”

You nodded in understanding while she grabbed the receiver on her phone. A few officers passed through from the back while she talked to whomever was on the other line.

"Come with me."

The partition door opened and she motioned you forward. The request caught you off guard. What more could she need? All the relevant documents were there.

You were too tired to start a fuss. You just wanted this over with so you let her lead the way.

"Take a seat inside."

The walk was short. An icy cold breeze blew out from the room when she opened the door. You went in first, hugging yourself, trying to keep warm. The space was fairly bare. A large table sat in the middle of the room with a lone chair tucked at its side. There were no windows, just a large mirror half the size of the wall.

"An Officer will be here shortly." She informed. You spun confused.

You tried to stop her to ask questions, but the door shut in your face. You never had to jump through this many hoops to prove your father's death. Everywhere else just made you sign documents after looking over your papers.

It felt like you had been waiting for hours. There was no clocks on the wall and you didn't have the mind to wear your watch. Your feet started to hurt so you took the only seat in the room. If they didn't come in the next few minutes you would just come back early tomorrow.

"Hello Ma'am, " the first officer greeted with a folder in hand, just as your patients was running thin. A younger officer followed in behind and you started to wondered how many people did it take to get this sorted out.

"Hope we hadn't kept you waiting long." The older one asked with a smile that made you feel uneasy. His badge read Lee Bodecker, but when you strained to read his partner's tag you found it too difficult. The younger man said nothing as he past, tucking himself in the corner behind you.

"No it's alright," you lied. You were a bit annoyed by your treatment and welled beyond ready for this day to end, but it felt pointless to point it out.

Lee flipped open the folder and wrinkled his brow. You twisted your necklace out of habit as you wonder what could have him looking so concerned.

"This don't look like you. This a fake I.D.? You look too young to be this old." Lee joked with a playful smirk, pulling out a copy of your license. "Do you think this looks like her Arvin?"

He leaned back and waved the copy at his partner, but Arvin looked un-amused by Lee's antics. Arvin's eyes met yours in the mirror, he frowned deeply before shifting his gaze to his feet. He looked like he didn't want to be here just as badly as you did.

"Aw don't mind him … he's just a little shy, especially around a pretty thing like you."

Lee seemed disappointed at his partners lack of interest, but shrugged it off and pressed on. He stepped closer to you and laid open the folder, spreading out the documents you had given to the female officer along with others you didn't recognize.

"We ran a report on your vehicle little lady and the name on the registration doesn't match." Lee informed as his am rested on the back of your seat. He boxed you in and he leaned in uncomfortably close.

"Yeah it was my daddy's car." You state shifting away from him as much as you could.

"Well the name on your license don't match the 'man's' name on these papers." he entoned.

"We don't have the same last name." You twisted the golden crucifix again as Lee pointed out the discrepancies between the registration and your license.

"You trying to tell me your mother was too much of a whore to figure out who your 'daddy' was?" Lee whispered into your ear. Your eyes went wide and your mouth gawked open at his crassness. If he wanted you to feel ashamed he was doing a good job of it.

"I.. I know what it looks like, but he was my daddy." You felt more and more uncomfortable. Different last names weren't uncommon, but still very taboo in your back woods country town.

Your daddy was a rolling stone, he never married your momma, and flat out refused to sign your birth certificate when you were born. A point of contention between the two until her dying day.

"Well we need a way to verify your 'daddy' is who you say he is. Cause from my view it looks like you stole this car and now your coming up here with phony documents claiming to be a dead mans child. Seems like clear fraud and theft to me."

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You watched in disbelief and shock as he pulled the handcuff from his hips.

"He is I swear. This paper work is all I got. I swear." You started to feel panicked. You couldn't believe this situation had turned so bad.

"I think we can look past this little discretion for a price."

"But I dont-"

"Stand up." he demanded flatly cutting you off, his playful demeanor fading quickly.

"What?"

"I don't like repeating myself."

Lee stepped back and pulled the chair from underneath you, dumping you out. You hit the floor hard, your side and palms throbbed from the impact as you reeled in shock.

"Please, don't do this. " You pleaded. Tears were burning up your eyes when he clicked open the cuffs. If you got arrested you would miss work. No work meant no money and with an arrest on your record your life would most definitely be harder than it was already.

"Your a good god fearing girl aren't you?" He asked his eyes suddenly transfixed on your necklace. You clutched it bringing his focus back to you.

"Use your words," he tutted when you shook your head in response.

"Y-yes." You stuttered out, but he frowned deeply at your reply.

"Yes what?"

"Y-es si-sir," you stammered through your correction making him light up. Your body was shaking and your heart pounded. You had never been in trouble with the law, but you heard enough stories for dread to sink in.

"You know good girls get rewarded… Isn't that right Arvin?" He smiled down at you. Arvin didn't answer.

"How about we do this hmm…" he crouched down to your level and offered you a hand up. You were hesitant, but didn't want to anger him so you took his hand and rose to your feet. "If your a good girl…No money, just be good for us we might forget all about this little discrepancy on your registration? Would you like that?"

"Y-yes sir."

He smiled brightly at you. You forced an awkward smile just to appease him.

"Well alright…. How about you give me your panties? Hmmm? Bet they're as cute as you." He said with a wink. You blinked wildly in disbelief at his request.

"Oh don't look at me like that baby girl. You said you were a good girl right? …. Then show me."

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You felt sick and helpless, but the thought of the alternative got you through your reservations. Slowly you bent over. He snickered at your bloomers, pulling at the elastic until it snapped back at you. The cold room felt warmer as humiliation heated your skin. You sniffed and fought off tears as he rounded you.

"That's my girl," Lee preened as you handed him your panties.

"Now go ahead and put your hands on the table."

"But you said…."

"I know what I said, honey I said it." His tone changed again. "You get rewarded once you earned it and you ain't earn shit yet."

He rested his hand on the butt end of the gun that fastened to his hip. It was a threat, but it only help to paralyze you.

"Which church you go to?"

"Saint Cecilia's." You answered almost lower than a whisper, rubbing the edges of the crucifix with your thumb.

"I know that one. Father Martin is still there right?"

You nodded, but quickly realized your mistake and spoke. "Yes sir."

"Sure would be a shame if he heard you got into trouble at the station. You know he comes by to pray for the wayward folks locked up at county. What do you think he would say if he saw that pretty face behind bars?"

He held these charges over your head like a carrot on a stick. You felt pressure. After all he and the church had done it would surely break the old mans heart. You squeezed your cross so hard it hurt before you let go. Without further protest you turned, hung your head low and placed your hands on the table. If you just do what he wants it will be over faster and you can go home and forget all this.

"Perfect darling…. stay just like that."

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You kept your eyes closed and prayed. Lee whistled over to Arvin, signaling him to come closer as he tucked your panties into his pocket.

"I don't want no part of this."

Lee sighed loudly and shook his head in disappointment. Through your lashes you stared up at Arvin pleadingly. He seemed to be just as repulsed by his partner as you were. It looked as if he felt sorry for you as if he wanted to help, but all he could muster was that sympathetic look.

"If you're going to be apart of this unit your gonna need to man up. You can't always hide out in the corner. You're a virgin aren't you?" At Lee's accusation Arvin turned beet red. Lee laughed loudly at him, embarrassment riddled all over Arvin's features.

"All makes sense now. Why you're always acting all shy. Don't worry your secret is save with us… Aint that right darling?" Lee affirmed, slapping the back of the young officer hard, but playfully, bringing him closer by his shoulder.

"Yes sir." You responded weakly after Lee pinched your ass with his free hand. Arvin shoved his partner hard, giving himself some distance. You cried quietly to yourself when Lee pressed his belt buckle to your backside.

"I can tell by the way her hips set she aint." Lee joked, making you feel more humiliated as he lifted your skirt over your hips. You stifled a sob as Lee's calloused hands trailed up your thigh slowly.

"Listen here Arv., I took you on as a favor to your old man. He looked after me when I was coming up in the force and now it’s my turn to return the favor.” Lee said casually. You bit down on your lip and choke down a whimper as Lee forced a fat digit inside.

"Don't talk about my dad," Arvin hissed. He looked agitated and you hoped that would be enough to stop this, but Lee played on.

"Your father was a great man and a great teacher. Would’ve made sheriff if things had ended different….. I ain’t doin nothin he ain’t show me.” Lee reassured as he dipped in slowly and pulled out slower, you squirmed at the feel of the intrusion. Arvin kick the ground and shook his head as he listened. He caught your eyes in the mirror and you could see something break down inside him.

"This is a tradition. Everybody that done wore the badge has done it. Your father included. So we're going to make you a man today." He declared as you continued to sob.

"Oh watch this!" Lee exclaimed while curling a finger inside of you. A warmness in your belly bubbled over, forcing a moan to slip past your lips. You bit down hard after the outburst, ashamed of yourself from finding pleasure in his sin.

"See that she is breathing heavy now." Lee teased while adding another digit. He pushed in so deep that is knuckles rested on your cunt. The firmness made ripples sing out from your core. The devil was alive in this man and your soul felt weak against these unwanted desires.

Arvin's eyes drifted to your back side watching the display. He swallowed hard as his hands crossed over his belt, but it did little to hide the imprint forming in the seat of his pants.

"Now you give it a go." Lee pulled his fingers free, wiping your slickness on your ass. You panted pathetically relieved, but still throbbing with fire.

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"Remember what I told you. Be a good girl." Lee reminded you.

Arvin took Lee's place hesitantly. Your legs felt weak and you strained to stay up right. You tried to focus on the dangling pendant and not them. This shall pass, this will be over, you just had to endure.

"Yes sir," you hiccuped. Tears pooled on the table as you waited for Arvin to violate you.

“Take your forefinger and index like this” Lee encouraged. Lee motioned with his finger while Arvin mimicked the instructions.

You balked lowly when you felt Arvin touched down the outline of your lips gently, his fingers curious of the bud poking through.

"Go on," Lee encouraged.

Arvin pressed against your lips, separating them gingerly. His nervous energy bled through your skin as the last semblance of hope faded. Any thought that you had that Arvin would be a hero was fully gone. You were nothing to them or less than nothing to them.

"Don’t tease her boy get in there. Show her you're a man!" Lee goaded the younger officer. Arvin's fingers stoked the devil's fire.

You squeezed Arvin's fingers the involuntary action making him growl. Your nails dug into the table while Arvin played and Lee coached. The older man acted like a proud father, cheering him on each time you moaned or bucked your hips. Your body didn't feel like your own, the devil had surely taken over you.

Wet slick sounds added to your shame and humiliation. The longer he moved inside the louder it sounded. You couldn't hear them anymore, too dizzy and light headed to focus.

“See all that shine. That means she's in need. Gotta put her out of her misery as they say." Lee said as he nudged Arvin.

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A rolling pulse surged from his finger tips, ashamedly you pushed your hips hint him. A part of you didn't want to but another part needed it, like an itch that just had to be scratched.

The door snapped shut loudly and suddenly. The noise made. your head whip in its direction. The thought of more men coming to violate you had a resurgence of panic and fear. But to your surprise no one had entered, and Lee had gone.

Arvin stepped back and you were relieved. With the other officer gone you felt emboldened to push your skirt down and stand up right.

"Don't-"

"Please.." you pleaded weakly, cutting him off. Through the mirror you looked up at him, but he didn't look at you. The way he stared at himself in the mirror worried you.

"Don't look at me." He demanded still staring at himself. You moved

"Please, you don't have to do this."

Foolishly you turned to plead to him face to face, but Arvin caught your wrist, stopping you. You felt the remnants of your slick coated on his fingers as he gripped your wrist hard.

You whaled as Arvin contorted your arm behind your back wrenching it painfully.

He was clumsy and desperate as he held you down and wrestled with his pants with one hand. You stayed pressed to the table, focusing on the pain radiating from the connecting joints.

Your pleading was desperate and tantric yet Arvin trudged on. Tears bled over your face and all over the table. There was no notice or warning when his cock stretched you open.

You cried out loudly as new pain drew new focus throughout your whole body. The full girth of Arvin felt as if he ripped through your soul.

Arvin held you down with little to no effort. You couldn't push him off, couldn't run away, he trapped you in unending pain. He grunted as you gasped and sobbed. The hard top of the table jabbed into your hip with each thrust of his.

The pain broke something in you. The chorus of your body against his built a weird sensation that made you wild and you couldn't ignore it.

"Arvin," you panted out breathy. You wanted to believe you were going to plead to stop, but those protest choked you.

In the mirror his eyes looked lidded and focused on the connecting flesh. You feared the sight of yourself, feared that lust was written on you.

Your arm fell limp at your side, the ache dull in comparison to the twisted battering that filled you with confusion. Arvin smoothed down your hip until he rounded underneath. Your thighs locked around his hand as it burrowed in-between, forcefully petting the hidden bud.

Everything was hot, so hot you couldn't concentrate. His heavy breathing, his touch, his desperate rhythm worked to swallow you in fire. It felt like Arvin had sunk into your depths as if you were bottomless.

You moaned unable to fight the inferno erupting from his violation. You knew you shouldn't want it but you needed it. If this was slipping into sin you could see how so many had fallen.

Your toes curled in your shoes as the fire overtook your body. The heat burned brighter than the shame and guilt you felt. His cum the only thing that cooled the blaze.

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You kept your head low out of the station and you hugged yourself. Home is were you wanted to be. A hot bath to scrub the sin off.

You didn't want to remember Arvin leaving you in a heap over the table. You didn't want to remember the cheers that bled through the mirror and the eyes that followed you out off the station.

"Church girl!” Lee shouted from behind. His keys jangled as you gulped down your nerve as he approached.

"Yes sir?" Your voice sounded horse, another shameful reminder of your hedonism. You were lucky your skirt came down well past your knees. The only blessing that helped to hide Arvin's seed that had trailed down your thigh.

"You forgot your reward. We got your record all cleared up. No need to worry about getting anymore letters about the speeding and parking tickets."

Bile built up again in your throat and you tried to ignore it. Lee seemed to study your face, enjoying your discomfort.

"Thank you sir."

"Need help?" Lee asked looking past you and at your car. You frowned and then followed his gaze. Your tires, all flat. Though the sight was shocking you didn't care you would drive it on its rim you just needed to get away.

"No it's fine sir." You tried to assure him, but he frowned back at you.

"Naw this aint no good. You can't go driving around like that." He tutted.

"Sir please you've already done so much." You tried not to sound panicked, but you were. The last thing you wanted to do was to be trapped in a car with him.

"No I won't take no for an answer darling. I'm taking you home, tomorrow I'll have Earl swing by and fix it right up for you. " There was no arguing or protesting. He was telling you how things were going to be and you had no power in refusing.

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Lee let you sit in front while he drove. He took the long way to your home, the extended trip keeping you on edge even after he turned on to your street. The car ride was silent, the only thing you were thankful for.

The engine died in your driveway and you were quick to rush out the door. By the time you touched the handle to door locked before you could open it.

"Whoa whoa whoa darling, leaving so fast?" Lee asked casually with your back turned to him. "I went out of my way to help you get home. And this is the thanks I get?"

The leather seats whined and wheezed as he stretched out along the seat. His finger tips tickled your back, sending a cold chill down your spine while you stayed frozen. You winced when he let out an annoyed breath when you still didn't answer.

"I asked you a question darling."

"Thank you for the ride home sir." Your throat felt dry as you answered him, but your your eyes found no shortage in water.

Slyly you tried the door again, but it stayed locked. You felt broken and tired and wanted nothing more for this nightmare to end.

"Thank you? All I get is a thank you?" Lee scoffed.

"You know how I can tell you're not as good as you pretend to be?" Lee spat. "Look at me when I am talking to you!"

Your body trembled uncontrollably and your words came out just as shaky. "Sorry sir."

"Good god fearing girls don’t do what you did. Get as wet as you did. I watched you through that big old mirror. Watched you let loose for Arvin. Did my boy really good."

You looked down at your lap, squeezing your thighs tightly together. Arvin's dried cum scratched your skin as you soaked in the shame of what happened.

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"Come over here."

He patted at the space next to him. Not wanting to anger him you scooted along the wide leather seat, when you were close enough he hugged you into his side, squeezing uncomfortably tight.

"I should've kept you to myself." Lee practically purred, picking up your chin. He focused solely on your lips as your tears trickled over his hand. Your lips trembled as he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. "Something as sweet as you…., but I owed the boy's old man you see."

"I really appreciate all that y'all done for me Mr. Bodecker, but I got work in the morning." You tried to stop yourself from crying, but it was hard to do. The more you fought the more they would trickle down.

"Words aren't good enough darling. I need proof, action. You gotta make me believe your appreciative….Why don't you show me hmm?"

"Please you promised. I was good."

"You were good darlin… Really good… to Arvin, but I need you to be good to me…."

You looked around for help from the outside world, but found none. Your neighbor's houses were all dark and not a car had past since you arrived home.

"Don't worry about putting on a show for the neighbors. I want you to duck down and put those pretty lips around my cock."

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Your hands shook as you unbuckled his belt. The clasp popped easily with your help and the stress of his bulge. Lee's cock bounced out when you unzipped him. He wasn't wearing nothing under his pants.

"Now I want you to open your mouth nice and wide." Lee said as he palmed the back of your head, forcing you into his lap as you balked. His cock was threateningly close, you pushed push on his thighs but the pressure from his hand kept you face to face with it.

"Open." Lee ordered firmly. You felt the order in his words and fear of what would happen if you didn't comply. You hesitated but when he began to squeeze you opened slowly. Your nails dug into his pants ferociously, but it didn't seem to bother him.

"That’s it." Lee let out a relaxing breath. You whined as you took him in. He controlled your movements. His legs spread wide in relaxation as you struggled to breathe.

"Take all of me in that sweet little mouth of yours." He hummed while you gagged. You dry heaved each time he forced you down. The convulsions bringing up sick that you swallowed back down.

"Oh your are soo bad. You can’t be a church girl. A good little Christian can't do this honey."

Your lips felt bruised and jaws ached. You sobbed endlessly throughout the assault which earned you praise.

When he shivered and held you down Lee spilled into your mouth. You choked and spit out, making a mess of the seat of his pants.

When he released your neck you shot up quickly, wiping your mouth as you gasped for more air.

"Oh shit darling look what you did." He tutted. "Guess I gotta go inside and have you clean me. Can't go home looking like this."

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#Dark Lee Bodecker x Black Reader #Dark Lee x Black Reader #Dark!Lee x Black!Reader #Dark!Lee!Bodecker x Black!Reader #dark arvin x black!reader #dark!arvin x black!reader #dark arvin russel x reader #dark arvin russell x black reader #dark lee bodecker x reader #dark lee bodecker #dark lee x reader

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lilbardipack · 2 years

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The Devil All The Time pack

#tdatt #The Devil All The Time #tom holland #arvin eugene russell #tt pack #twitter #pack #icon #header #aesthetic #tom holland icon

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tomcwsd · 3 years

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𔘓 🛒🧠 ᯤ 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒. ▨ . 𑁍 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ࣪ 𖦹̸

៵ ࣪ . ﹪ 🧂 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆/𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ⨳ 🐮 𓈃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄

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“That’s Willard’s gun he gave me. I figure it’s time to pass it on. That’s a German Luger. Brought back from the war. I...got no use for handguns myself, but I figure he’d want you to have it”

Tom Holland as Arvin Russell - The Devil All The Time (2020)

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Sweet child ‘o mine ↬ a.r

sweet smily babie

A/N: Requests are open btw! I love writing Arvin and I don’t have any arvin requests so you can request for arvin btw :)

Request by @kelieah : okay okay. let's get to it hehe. arvin right? oh my god you should write a dad!arvin 🥺🥺🥺 and reader is pregnant but he's like super protective and lowkey a wreck bc he doesn't know what he's doing? and reader is probably really close to popping the baby? up to you, can't wait to see what you write! :)

Kk so I went a little overboard with the fluff XD

WC: 1.3k+

Pairing: Dad!Arvin Russell x Pregnant!Reader

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Arvin was a protector by nature. He protected all the people he loved, whether it be his late sister, or his girlfriend, now wife and a mother of two. Before you had your first child, Arvin would constantly hover around you till it annoyed you to the point where you would sleep in a separate room.

("Hun don't lift those! You'll hurt the baby!" Arvin shrieked, rushing towards you as you held the shopping bag in your hand with an amused and angry expression.

You were nearly six weeks pregnant, nowhere near your due date, and yet here you were.

"Arvin, this is one single shopping bag."

"Yes but you shouldn't! I saw what happened to the neighbour's wife when she tried to lift 'er bed!"

"Arvin…" you said, tapping your foot impatiently, dropping the shopping bag near your couch.

He was looking at you with a worried expression. You didn't give him time to answer, instead pulling him for a deep kiss.

And what if you were with a child? You were still horny and he was right there looking like a snack.)

You found the protectiveness endearing, especially watching his gruff exterior cut through like a knife. But you were pregnant and you were grumpy, sick of his overbearing attitude and had finally asked him to leave you alone for two seconds, maybe have a cigarette or two. The poor guy had looked heartbroken that day, just enough for guilt to brew in your heart, but you stood your ground.

That day also happened to be the day your first child, Willy, was born. You had convinced yourself that you would never witness such a site as of your husband holding your firstborn with utmost care and love radiating through his every pore, bobbing the baby’s little head as he hummed some lullaby, his soft voice lulling your tired form to sleep.

“Mummy why is daddy walkin’ like that?” Your four year old son asked, looking at you with his daddy’s big doe eyes, making you coo at his adorable expression.

You were sitting on the couch, nine months with your second child, way past your due date as your son sat besides you, a hand on your rounded belly, smoothing down your dress and “talking” to his brother. You found it cute, already feeling the love the little child was going to get from the second smallest member of the Russell family.

You watched in amusement as Arvin paced the hallway, burning a hole in the rugs as he ran a hand through his hair, messing them up as he cursed softly. He had been like that from the day your second child was about to arrive, only for them to want to stay a little longer in your belly.

"Honey you're gonna bear a hole in there." You said, burrowing your brows as he looked at you. He was a wreck, you could see it in how he tried to work two jobs, only to meet you when you were back in bed.

“Daddy’s a little tense right now hun, he’s… he’s worried why the baby hasn’t come to us yet.” You said, caressing Willy’s head as he snuggled next to you, nodding with a faux serious expression.

“Maybe the babe feels safer in your belly moma, it must feel very much loved.” He said with a toothy grin, bumping his nose to your bump as you laughed, hugging your little boy closer to you, tickling his sides, He shrieked with laughter as you bent down as much as you could to kiss his forehead.

“Well the little bugger has been kicking moma for a while now, I think he really wants to come, just findin’ it a wee difficult.” You said, hissing as you felt another kick under your ribs. Massaging the area just like the way your midwife had told you to. You sent your son a wink, hoping that he wouldn’t get too scared at your state. He, like his father, was also very protective of you and the baby.

Hissing at another contraction, you tried to do your breathing exercise, groaning at the pain you felt.

“Daddy! Daddy moma is hurt!” Willy shouted, getting off the couch and running off to where Arvin had been pacing the room.

“No no no hun! Moma is alright, just a little- oh oh Arvin!” You groaned, stretching your husband's name at a painful contraction as you watch him frantically run towards you, stumbling at the carpet and falling on his knees in front of you.

“Hun? Baby speak to me, how far apart are the pains? Do you think it’s time? Should I-”

“Arvin?” You winced, holding your belly.

“Yes honey?”

“Shut the fuck up and do me a favour, get the bag ready will ya?” You said, clenching your jaw as tightly as you could without breaking your teeth, immediately feeling guilty at his crestfallen expression. He was only trying to help you.

“Yes, yes sweetheart, I'll be right back.” He said, scramming to go to your room to get the bag. You knew he had already packed it, unpacked and repacked it multiple times to keep his mind of the calendar.

“Moma? Are you hurtin’?” You son asked, hearing a sniff. You sighed as you saw tears form in his eyes, running your hands through his hair as he sniffed loudly.

“No bun, it’s nothing bad, moma’s fine. I swear.”

“But you’re crying!” He cried out, launching himself on your chest. You sat down with a “oof”, the weight of your son sending you on your back sprawling on the couch.

“Willy! Be careful!” Arvin shouted, pulling your crying son off of you and palming his head as he buried his face into his father’s shoulder, wrapping his little arms around his neck as Arvin cooed at him, trying to shush his muffled cries.

“It’s gonna be alright bubby, I’m not crying anymore, see?” You gritted, groaning loudly when you felt one resonate to your back, a pop sound startling you enough to widen your eyes.

A breath later, the only thing you could hear was your son’s sniffs and your breathing, the wetness between your thighs amplifying as you gave a loud groan, groping for your husband’s biceps, “It’s happening!”

“Oh- oh fuck shit, sorry hun, Willy, do daddy a favor and open the car will you? We need to take moma to the hospital.” Arvin instructed your son, who obediently nodded, a determined expression taking over his adorable face as he ran outside.

“Arvin!”

“Comin’ sweetheart, just a minute!” He grunted, positioning himself by your side, sliding his one hand under your knees and another at your back, You shrieked as he carried you bridal style, your son holding the door open for you.

You would have called the ride torturous had you not heard the shrill cries of your newborn, squishy wet cheeks and scrunched eyes fitted in the palm of your hands a few hours later. Laughing near hysterically, you gently rocked the newly swaddled baby boy in your arms, looking at your husband’s shiny eyes as he carefully touched the baby’s forehead.

“He’s so tiny.” Arvin whispered, rubbing his thumb on the soft skin, watching in awe as the baby yawned, the little eyes scrunching up as they slowly opened, adjusting around the world in a newfound wonder.

“He’s perfect.” You smiled, seeing your four year old hiding behind Arvin’s legs, watching you unsure of himself, “Come here bun, want to hold your brother?”

“I can hold him?” He asked, peaking at you through his eyelashes.

“Of course you can son.” Arvin chuckled, lifting the toddler as he sat on your bed, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Here, hold his head, careful." You whispered, holding one hand on your older son's hands, guiding him to hold his little brother as he looked at the baby in wonder.

"He's tiny!" Willy said, mimicking you when he saw you holding the baby.

"You were this tiny too once, son." Arvin said, smiling at you and Willy.

"No way! I'm a big boy." Willy argued, pouting, which made you and your husband laugh.

"Whatever you say baby."

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 3 years

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Hayloft P.5 (Finale!)

Pairing: Arvin Russell x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad brings home his new coworker, Arvin Russell, telling you that he’ll be living with the two of you for a while. While attempting to keep Arvin from seeing the disfunction of your relationship with your father, the two of you grow closer than you thought. (Inspired by “Hayloft” by Mother Mother, though that’ll really only be one chapter later on so I don’t know if it really counts…)

Warnings: Murder, Gun Violence, Physical Assault, Cursing, Light Smut (but not really? Like a beginning makeout scene), Super mild nudity (underwear), Grief, Sexism

Word Count: 8.0k

A/N: The finale!!! Thank you all for the support and love on this series! I am sorry my updates were so slow but I guess I'm just a slow writer. I love you all! Thanks for sticking around <3

Read the Previous Chapters! (All chapters out now!)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The sun was shining brightly through the kitchen window while you set the sandwiches in Arvin’s and your father’s lunch boxes. Despite the daily frustration of having to fulfill your “womanly” duties, as your father called them, there was a surprisingly positive energy flowing through you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but you had a feeling it was going to be a good day.

You stared out the window, watching the birds land on the old railing of the porch that circled your home and smiled. Their little blue feathers reflected the sunlight and they hopped around, cocking their heads to see you stare at them. You couldn’t help the little chuckle you let out as you watched them. How could you not? They were adorable!

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, soft familiar lips landing on your skin. You jumped but you knew right away by his warm musky scent that it was Arvin. “You’re so cute,” he whispered against your ear.

You twisted in his arms, chest pressing against his as he practically pinned you against the counter with his hips. Your hands landed on his chest and your eyes were wide but the way your lips were turned upwards betrayed your attempt to look scoldingly at him. “Am not,” you batted at his chest, “But you better watch out ‘fore my daddy catches you!”

“You are cute! I been watchin’ you lookin’ at those birds for a while now,” he leaned down and pecked your lips one last time, “‘N don’t worry. Your daddy was in his room with the door shut.”

He dropped his grip on you for the sake of caution and you rolled your eyes at your father. Probably recovering from another late night swimming in the bottom of a whiskey bottle. You closed up the tin lunch box that you had been packing up for Arvin and handed it to him.

Arvin looked at you gratefully, “You ain’t need to make me lunch, y’know?”

A snort escaped you, “Actually I do or my daddy would kill me but I wanted to make you lunch.”

Arvin sighed and reluctantly took the tin box you had extended to him. “I appreciate it and everythin’ else you do. I really do. I just hate seein’ you get stuck playin’ Suzie Homemaker. Last thing I want is for you to waste your life slavin’ away in the damn kitchen.”

You laid a hand on his arm and looked into his eyes, “Hey, I ain’t gettin’ stuck in no damn kitchen. I’m just doin’ what I need to do to keep life as non-miserable as possible while I work up enough money to get the hell outta here. I make my daddy lunch because I have to. I make you lunch because I want to. You work real hard and deserve a real meal. Just wish I could do more for you than a sandwich.”

“Hey, hey, hey. You work real hard. Sure as hell harder than I do. You get stuck makin’ dinner almost every night already, even if you been working your ass off all day. ‘N here you are at six o’clock in the mornin’ on your day off to make us lunch,” he paused, glanced over his shoulder, and then leaned in close, kissing your cheek, “One day, I’m gonna make you a real meal ‘n treat you the way you deserve to be treated. ‘N it ain’t gonna matter if nobody sees cause that’s how you deserve to be loved.”

You found yourself speechless as you so often did with Arvin. For so long, you had felt unnoticed and unappreciated despite working your ass off. Arvin had come in and changed all of that. He made you feel seen and loved and appreciated in a way you had craved for so many years. “I think I love you Arvin Russel.”

It hadn’t been what you had expected to say nor what he had expected to hear but neither of you wanted to unhear or unsay the words. For weeks, you had been wondering what it was like to actually feel love and if that was, in fact, what you felt for Arvin. You had been hesitant to call what you felt for Arvin love because that was just leaving an opportunity for more pain if you lost this little shred of loving light that you had finally been given.

“Me ‘n some o’ the guys are goin’ out for a beer after work if you feel like joinin’, Arvin.” Your dad walked into the kitchen, a mug of coffee in his hand. Arvin took a reluctant step away from you when your dad entered the room and you both looked over at the new addition as he stretched his suspenders up and over his shoulders.

Arvin breathed out a sigh that you knew was of discontent with your father’s persistent alcoholism but to your father could have been passed off as a sound of thought. “Thanks for the offer, sir, but I got some things I gotta take care of back here after work.”

Your father swatted his hand in Arvin’s direction, “I don’t know why I even offer anymore. You ain’t never come along.”

Arvin shrugged, “I’ll buy you a beer some time.” Arvin gave a small nod to emphasize his empty lie that was meant as nothing more than to keep your father complacent.

“Yeah, yeah, feel like that ain’t the first time I heard that,” your father grumbled, turning his back to you for just a moment, a moment that you took the opportunity to roll your eyes at his theatrics. He turned back around, “Well we better get off to work or Fred’ll have your ass, boy.”

Arvin gave you an apologetic look for having to leave you so soon but followed your father out the door reluctantly regardless. You trailed behind, leaning against the door jam and watching him as he left. Arvin peeked over his shoulder and smiled, “Have a good day, darlin’.”

Heat rose in your cheeks at the nickname he had never called you before this moment and you covered your flustered smile with one hand while wiggling your fingers in a small wave with the other. “You too, Arv,” you watched him turn back and make his way to his car, the tires of both his and your father’s vehicles crunching down the dirt driveway.

Much like every other day off that you had, it began with mundane errands. After fixing yourself a cup of your caffeinated poison of choice, a brief trip to the grocery store filled the first hour or so of your day. Upon arriving and putting away the groceries, you spent the next hour scrubbing the household laundry in a tub out back before pinning them on the linen line. The sheets fluttered alongside your dresses, Arvin’s shirts, and your father’s overalls in the breeze. With a heaving shove, you dumped the bucket of now dirty soap water across the patchy grass, the dirt sections turning to a layer of thin mud as the water cascaded across it.

When you were finished with the household chores, you made your way back to your room to change clothes into something less grimy from the day’s work. You looked through your closet, sweeping aside each shirt, skirt, and dress until you landed on one that made your lips turn upward. Reaching up, you ran your hand down the floral lavender fabric of the decades old dress. It had been your mother’s and was one of the last things you had of hers.

You very seldom wore the beautiful old dress because of the fear of accidentally ruining it but something was urging you to dawn the garment. You shed your dirty clothes and slipped into the purple dress, walking over to the standing oval mirror in the corner of your room to tie the matching belt around your waist. Personally, you had always felt that it looked better on your mother but it still looked beautiful on you as well. Although it had long lost the scent of her perfume over the years, it made you feel connected to her.

The hemline fell just above your knee and, although it was cut like it was supposed to flare out after the waist, it fell relatively straight without the petticoat your mother used to wear it with in the 1940’s and 50’s. It had a scoop neckline and sleeves that went to about halfway down your biceps, all form-fitting at the top. Her own mother had made it for her when she was in high school to replace her old Sunday best when she outgrew them. With it on, you could see your resemblance to her enough to almost make it feel like part of her was looking back at you through the mirror.

You smiled, looking at yourself in the mirror, and suddenly found yourself wanting to pay more homage to your mother than you had in a while, now that you finally had the time to do so. Pie. Your mother had loved baking but, more particularly, baking pies. It had been a long time since you had tried your hand at the dessert as well, finding the pastry a strange memory, stuck in the dichotomy between the loving memory of your mother and the reminder that you’d never enjoy another pie with her again in this life.

As you made your way to the kitchen, you stopped in the living room and turned on the radio, needing something to fill the silence but also to create the ambience your mother would create when the two of you baked together. You didn’t know the song that was midway through when the radio was turned on but it sounded upbeat regardless.

You made your way to the kitchen and pulled down the sacks of flour and sugar before making your way to the refrigerator and grabbing the butter and cream. You chewed your lip, “Okay, mama, what kinda pie are feelin’ today?” Your eyes scanned the various fruits in your kitchen and you pondered filling options. Your mom had never really had a favorite. She made whatever the people she cared about loved.

What does Arvin like?

The question came through your mind in your mother’s voice so clearly that you were almost convinced she had asked you herself. You chuckled. It seemed exactly like something she would say.

You thought for a moment. What would Arvin like? You had never really seen him be one for sweets. In fact, you weren’t sure if you’d ever seen him eat any sweets, aside from cookies you brought home from work. So then what kind of pie was Arvin? Pecan felt too controversial (some people at work loved it while others thought it was too sweet). You didn’t have the ingredients for strawberry rhubarb or banana cream. Sifting through the pantries and fridge, you pulled out a box of blueberries, a bag of cherries, and a can of pumpkin puree and, between your three options, cherry definitely struck you as more of something that Arvin might like.

You started on the crust, cutting in cold pieces of butter into the flour, salt, and sugar. It was a quick process that led you to making the filling relatively soon after. “It’s been a long time since I made pie,” you began speaking to the empty room, “but it just don’t really feel right without you anymore, mama.”

Though you heard no actual response, you could feel her presence with you, an emotional warmth wrapping its comfortable arms around your heart. “I wish you could meet ‘im,” you spoke again, imagining Arvin, “You’d really like ‘im. He’s smart and kind and a little mysterious and oh so handsome. He’s-he’s done some bad things but they were for good reasons and I can’t fault him none for what he did. I’m sure you probably would disagree if you were here,” you chuckled a little, imagining the look on your mother’s face if you ever told her the truth about Arvin’s past. Like you said, he had done what he’d done for understandable and, in your eyes, justifiable reasons but you were sure a parent wouldn’t feel too comfortable knowing their child was dating someone who had taken multiple lives.

“But it don’t matter,” you continued, “I love him. I really do. I didn’t think I could ever love somebody the way I love that boy but I can definitely say I’m glad to be proved wrong. And now look! We’re makin’ ‘im pie.” You smiled at a memory of your mom. You were probably nine or ten, mixing the filling for an apple pie, when your mom leaned over and nodded to your father proudly (still young and fairly good looking - before the alcohol ruined him inside and out). Pie is the way to any man’s heart. Cook ‘im up somethin’ good and you’ve got yourself a husband for life. Worked on your father and it’ll work for you too one day.

Arvin got home just as the pie was set out to cool. “Somethin’ smells really good ‘n here. What’re you makin’?” He asked, coming into the kitchen to see you looking proudly at your perfect pie.

“Had a little extra time earlier and figured I’d whip up some cherry pie. Want a slice when it cools off a little?” You offered, gesturing to the pastry on the stovetop.

Arvin took a few steps closer to you, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his lips. “I’d love a slice later. You’re amazin’, you know that?”

You smiled against his lips, “Not nearly as amazin’ as you.”

“Now we both know that ain’t true, darlin’. You surpass me by a mile.”

Your heart fluttered and your cheeks burned. His words were never something you’d believe but you knew that if you tried to fight him on it anymore, you’d just annoy him. Although he would never outright say these exact words to you, it was clear Arvin was less of a mushy romantic and more a ‘shut up and accept the compliment’ kind of man.

You patted his shoulder, “How ‘bout you go get cleaned up and maybe we can have some pie? Watch the sunset?”

Arvin smiled and nodded, “Sounds great. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Within twenty minutes, Arvin met you back at the kitchen table, his hair still hanging in damp waves. He had switched into a striped brown and white t-shirt and a clean pair of jeans. He looked beautiful like this, almost boy-like. You could see the youth behind the overworked haunted man Arvin usually came off as. "What're you starin' at?" Arvin's eyebrows furrowed and he looked at his shirt, trying to see what was wrong with his outfit.

"Ah, nothin'," you smiled, walking up to him and running your hands across his chest and landing them on his shoulders, "You're just really handsome."

"Says the prettiest girl I ever saw," he retorted with a smile.

You giggled, "Damn, well aren't we just the cutest pair in town. Too bad ain't nobody sees."

Arvin brought a hand to your face, smooth and warm but clearly worked. "We don't need nobody to know 'bout us for it to be real. I love you and that's all that matters to me."

You gave him a lopsided smile, “Yeah, I know ain’t nobody needs to see it but sometimes I wish people knew. I wanna show you off.” You tilted his chin towards you with your fingertips and gently pecked his lips with a proud little smile.

“One day we won’t have to hide ‘n then you can show me off to the whole damn world,” a smile quirked at the edge of his lips and you let out a surprised laugh. Though Arvin had opened up with you significantly and had allowed that guarded wall to fall, you couldn’t recall a single time where he had made a comment like that - one that made himself seem like anything special. It warmed your heart that maybe he was finally beginning to see himself even remotely the way you did, even if it came through as a small joke.

You kissed him yet again before twisting in his grasp so you faced the countertop. Arvin’s hands settled on your hips as he stood behind you, his chest brushing your back as you leaned forward to pull the cooling pie off the counter and then reached for a knife to slice it with. “Can you grab some plates please?” You asked, pointing towards the cabinet across the kitchen with the tip of the knife, an absentminded action that you realized was probably not the safest.

“Of course,” Arvin left your side to retrieve the plates while you sliced through the pie. You attempted to set the cut slices gracefully on the plates but they crumbled apart slightly, the crimson filling oozing out the sides.

Your face twisted, “Okay so they’re falling apart a little but I promise it’ll still be good!”

Arvin came close to you again, almost chest to chest, and looked down at the pie pan, now missing about a quarter of its contents. He swiped his finger across the sweet red liquid that was collecting in a pool where your two slices had previously been and brought it to his lips. You almost lost your breath when Arvin locked his deep brown eyes onto yours and sucked the delectable liquid from his finger.

“It’s delicious. And besides, it don’t need to be all in one piece. It won’t last long anyways.” Arvin smiled innocently at you, unaware of the way he had made your heart skip a beat by just looking at you and licking his fingers. Gosh, the way he made you feel sometimes! The filthy things he made you think! And he was unaware of it all!

After draping a thin towel over the pie, you grabbed the two plates with your slices and took a few steps, beckoning Arvin with your eyes to follow. “I think sunset’s boutta start,” you announced, drawing him outside towards the barn. “Wait!” You paused and turned back, “Can you please grab those blankets on the couch?” Arvin did as you asked without a second thought and followed you out to the barn, arms full of blankets.

“I don’t think I ain’t ever been here before,” Arvin commented, letting you set a plate on the pile of blankets in his arms while so you could push the door open.

“I don’t come up here much no more… used to all the time after my momma passed. I would hide up here ‘n cry or talk to her while the sun went down. Sometime’s I’d read. We never had no animals in here. Tried having a goat once when I was little. His name was Walnut ‘n he was a real asshole. Used to chase me around ‘n ram into me with his horns. But I don’t know… as I got older I just had to work all the time ‘n after a while I just sorta stopped coming.” You explained, spinning around the small barn as you looked around and recalled the memories. It just was just as dusty as ever. A few stray pieces of straw from Walnut all those years ago still somehow hung around the corners. It was large and empty inside, all brown from the wooden walls to the dirt floor.

You took the plate back from Arvin and led him over to the ladder in the corner that trailed up to the second story hayloft. Well, it was more of a hay-less-loft here but it was probably better that way. It was just full of a few old boxes and feed bags. There was enough to build a mildly comfortable makeshift couch-bed-prop-thingy facing the large barn windows. The two of you attempted to build the most comfortable resting spot and nestled together atop one of the blankets while draping the other one over you and Arvin.

“This is a nice view up here,” Arvin commented, finally taking a bite of his pie. It was true. From here, the both of you could see out the large opened barn window across the large field of property. The horizon burned a bright fiery orange and red before fading into an ocean of blues that now took over the sky, getting darker and darker the higher you looked up. Pink clouds stretched across the sky in long wisps, fading together the two worlds of bright light and the impending inky darkness.

The pie was soon forgotten and you snuggled into Arvin’s side. His arm was behind your head, his shoulder serving as a pillow for you - one that, despite being made of nothing but muscle, was extremely comfortable. His body warmed yours beneath the blanket and his scent enveloped you. The scent of the auto shop had practically stuck to him after all the time he spent there, the lingering scent of oil still on his body despite the shower he took. Perhaps it had been stained into his clothes beyond anything washing could resolve but you didn’t mind. It blended beautifully with the faintly wooden scent that his cologne was misted with.

You snuggled a little deeper into his body, “It’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.” Arvin kissed the top of your head and you sighed, eyes sliding closed contently for a moment. Feeling a pair of eyes on you, though, you opened your eyes again to see Arvin staring at you like you held all the stars in the sky in your face. “I mean it,” he added, his voice low and sincere, “Beautiful, strong, perfect. I ain’t never met a girl like you before and I don’t ever want to have to again.”

You pressed yourself up and turned so you faced him, gazes locked the entire time, “You don’t have to. I’m not going anywhere.” You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his in a kiss that despite the gentleness and delicacy of it there was a fire behind your touch.

The kiss broke naturally but Arvin was respectfully quick to reenact it, his hand coming to cradle the side of your face and pull you back to him. This kiss was deeper, more passionate than any other kiss the two of you had yet to share but you wanted more. More of Arvin’s touch. More of Arvin’s taste. More of Arvin.

There was not so much a fight for dominance as there was an innocent slip into a natural rhythm with each other. For both you and Arvin, all previous kissing encounters with the very few other partners the two of you had had been awkward and clumsy at best but this was different. It was like the two of you had been physically made for each other. The way your soft skin felt against Arvin’s palm was heavenly. Your scent swirled around him and he was mesmerized by you like a sailor caught in a siren’s trance. His body pressed against yours like they were predestined to fit together. You were two pieces of a puzzle, each a little rough around the edges and more than your fair share of missing pieces, that were meant to go together. To complete each other.

You had moved to straddle Arvin’s lap, the skirt of your dress bunched up around your hips and your knees pressed into the soft but well worn blanket beneath you. Arvin had one hand on your waist, pulling you closer, and the other on your cheek, keeping a gentleness in the moment.

Your hands ran across his shoulders and down his chest until they found the hem of his shirt. You debated with yourself for a moment. Though you had never been fully intimate with someone before, you knew you wanted it to be with Arvin and you felt like you were ready. But was he? You were fine wherever the night headed just as long as it ended with him. Finally, you decided that it didn’t hurt to ask. “M-may I?” You picked at the bottom of his shirt and looked down at it before looking back up at him with questioning eyes.

Without a word, he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. All manners left you as you found yourself gawking at the rippling skin that was revealed. Completely unexpected but absolutely welcomed, a surprising display of mountains and valleys of muscle defined his torso, turning into taught biceps that you'd already had a glimpse of. Arvin had clearly seen some hard work in his day and it showed.

"Somethin' wrong, darlin'?" He asked, concern lacing his voice. His hands fumbled with his shirt insecurely as he found your eyes and followed their path towards his body.

You shook your head, "No! Nothin's wrong at all! You're just… you're beautiful," you paused before looking away and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "I'm sorry, that was probably a little weird."

Arvin reached for your hands and grasped them gently, "Not weird at all." He leaned forward to kiss you again, moving your hands to the fronts of his shoulders. His palms slid gently down your sides before undoing the tied belt around your waist.

After clumsily fiddling around with the buttons of your dress, he brushed the fabric from your shoulders. With his lips attached to yours, he held your neck and back as he pressed you backwards slowly to lie down. The two of you found each other's lips yet again atop that old blanket, finding yourselves lost in the darkness of the hayloft as the sun's last rays disappeared below the horizon.

The sun had just fully set when your father came staggering up the porch steps, which really was quite early for some of his other drunken stumbles home. It were those two a.m. phone calls from the sheriff to pick him up that both enraged and embarrassed you to receive. Him having to feel his way home was the least of anyone's problems and, thankfully, in this small town after dark the only person he'd hurt on the road was himself.

His face connected with the wooden door at the same time as his hands before they fumbled their way to find the doorknob. Your father's feet got in his own way as he tried to take the first step inside. Hard liquor always got him like this. He grumbled out your name before choking on a hiccup. When he got no response, he called it out again, this time louder. "Fuckin' no good- where the hell are ya?!" His voice was sloppy but loud and his breath was flammable.

He ran into every wall on his trek through the house but he didn’t care. After the information he’d been given at the bar today, he was furious and he was going to make sure you and Arvin knew damn well why and you were both gonna get your asses whooped if it was the last thing he did. Your father was out for blood.

That was when he noticed the faintest whisper of a voice through the open window. Again, he called your name, followed by Arvin's. He stepped out the backdoor when he saw that the barn window was open wide. He didn't need to look further. The rage had already taken over him as he turned on his heel and back into the house.

"Did you hear that?" You asked, nerves prickling up at the faint sound of what could have been a voice. Arvin stopped kissing your neck and sat up, peeking over the window and seeing nothing.

He shook his head, "I ain't heard nothin'-" Arvin was cut off by the distinct sound of your father's intoxicated shouts of your names from outside. You leaned up just enough to peek out the open barn window when you saw your father looking in your direction but stomping off into the house.

"Shit!" You hissed, scrambling to your feet.

Arvin was quick to follow, "Did he see us?"

"I think he knows we're up here-"

Bang! A loud gunshot crackled through the air and the wood of the ceiling splintered. You yelped in shock and ducked but Arvin's weight brought you all the way to the floor of the hayloft, pressing you flat against the wood.

"Arvin Russell, you piece of shit! I let you live with me, let you eat my food, and you repay me by foolin' round with my daughter!" Another gunshot splintered against the outer wall of the barn, a sloppy missed shot.

Arvin crept towards the window, peering over before falling back quickly as another bullet zipped past his face. You flinched as it found a home in the hay bale beside you. "Stop it!" You screamed at your father.

"Oh no," he began, "you ain't no better than that boy! Ran into your boss Harold at the bar ‘n you’ll never guess what he told me!" Your blood ran cold as you realized exactly what he was talking about. Harold must have seen the kiss. How could you have been so reckless?! “I should have fuckin’ known you two was gonna fool ‘round behind my back.”

The barn door was thrown open with a crash and Arvin pulled you close to him by the hand. He reached out the window pulled in a rope that had been used to pull up hay bales long ago. "Use this to climb down and run. Don't stop," he placed his hand over yours to make you grip the old rope. It was old but felt sturdy enough to hold your weight.

You shook your head, "You're coming with!"

"I gotta make sure you get out safe. Go!" Before you could argue, your father fired another shot, one that found a home in the wall again. Thank God he was a bad shot when he drank but that wasn't luck you needed to test.

As much as you hated leaving Arvin, you knew he wouldn't leave until you had climbed down safely first. Your dad fumbled with the shotgun as he tried to climb the ladder to the hayloft. This was as much of a free chance as you were going to get.

"I love you," you promised Arvin, kissing him one last time before clinging to the rope for dear life.

As if being chased by your father with a shotgun in your underwear wasn't awkward enough, climbing down a decade old rope in your underwear wasn't much better. The old material cut and sliced at your hands and thighs as you clung to it for dear life while trying to lower yourself down as quickly as possible. By the time your feet hit the ground, you were already running into the house, praying Arvin didn't think you'd abandoned him. Getting to your father's rifle was the only glimmer of hope you saw in getting Arvin out alive.

Thankfully, your father kept the guns by the door (an odd habit that had never occurred to you as odd because you'd never known any different). It was a quick grab and you ran out to the barn barefoot before bursting through the barn doors. Your father was just finally reaching the top of the hayloft and Arvin was there, standing in his underwear as well, with a gun pointed at him.

You quickly fired a warning shot to the right of your father, "I said STOP! For the love of God, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Tears burned down your face, tears of fear and anger.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He countered, "Fuckin’ this boy in the damn hayloft like the town harlot.”

“So you’re gonna shoot us?!” You were in utter disbelief. Sure, he was drunk and to say your father had done some stupid things in the past while intoxicated was an understatement but you had never imagined he would ever actually point a gun at you.

He pointed up at Arvin, “I’m gonna shoot this boy here and I’ll figure out what the hell to do with you afterwards.” Your dad butted the shotgun up to his shoulder, ready to aim it at Arvin but you were quicker. You jerked the barrel up towards him, steadying your aim.

“No you ain’t.” You cocked the rifle in your hands, your fingers trembling over the trigger.

Your dad stared down the barrel of the gun and then back at you with a cocky chuckle, “What’re you gonna do? Shoot me?”

You tried to force as much strength into your voice as you could but there was an unhidable tremble in your words. There was denying that you were terrified. “I don’t want to but I will if I have to.”

Arvin called out your name in a desperate plea, “Put the gun down, please.” It took you a moment to realize he was referring to you and not your father. You allowed your eyes to leave your father to see Arvin standing there, still with your father’s shotgun pointed at him but looking at you with wide eyes, “Trust me, you don’t want blood on your hands. ‘Specially not your daddy’s.”

Your dad rolled his eyes, liquid courage (cockiness) brazing through his veins at the most inappropriate time, “Oh please! Look at this damn fool! Got a gun pointed to his head ‘n he’s beggin’ you to put your gun down. Maybe if I shot him you could find yourself a real man.” He cocked the gun and pulled the trigger.

Everything happened so fast.

As soon as your dad pulled back the forearm of the gun, you shut your eyes tight and pulled the trigger on your rifle. Another loud bang of a shotgun went off simultaneously. Both your father and Arvin let out pained groans and you heard multiple collisions with the ground.

When you opened your eyes and saw your father lying on the ground you took a panicked shaky breath in as anxiety set in. You had killed him. In all your years with him, he had done nothing but make your life hell. You wanted to move out as soon and as far away as possible and never come back - but you never wanted him dead. Even seeing him with a gun pointed at Arvin, you didn’t want to kill him but, as you had just shown, you were prepared to if that’s what it took to keep him from hurting other people.

“Arvin!” You yelled out, realizing that he hadn’t fallen from the hayloft like your father. You scrambled quickly up the ladder, splinters embedding themselves into your bare knees as you did so but you didn’t care. The adrenaline kept you from feeling any pain.

Arvin’s voice responded nearly as panicked as yours as he called out your name, “Are you okay?!” When you were about halfway up the wooden ladder, Arvin crawled over to the edge of the hayloft and peeked over.

You let out a heavy sigh of relief and tears fell down your face, “Thank God! You’re okay!” He motioned for you to go back to the main ground and he quickly met you, his arms wrapping around you.

“I’m fine! Are you? Did he shoot you?!” Your hands patted all over his mostly nude body to thankfully find no trace of injury aside from a few scratches on his legs.

“No, no - I’m fine! Are you?”

He held your arm with one hand, placing you securely in front of him while his eyes scanned your body for any sign of injury. Aside from the scrapes on your hands, thighs, and calves from the rough fraying rope, you appeared uninjured to Arvin’s relief. That was when you noticed that he had your father’s shotgun in his hand. Your brows furrowed in confusion and you gestured to it, “Wh-what happened?”

Just as he began to explain, he peeked over your shoulder at your father’s body behind you and your eyes followed. He was lying on his back, eyes closed, limbs sprawled out. He was bleeding from a gash on his forehead but even you could recognize immediately that it was not a gunshot wound. In fact, he seemed to be entirely void of a gunshot wound at all, which, while it confused you, lifted a massive weight off your chest. You missed. You didn’t kill your father. But regardless of the fact that you didn’t kill him, you and Arvin were both safe, alive, and relatively unharmed.

“When he cocked the gun, I grabbed the barrel just as he shot and hit him with the butt o’ the gun. He fell when I hit ‘im.” Arvin explained it all to you and you looked up at the top of the ladder that he fell from, estimating the fifteen foot fall your father had just taken. You knelt beside his body, scared that if you hadn’t killed him, maybe Arvin just had. Cautiously, you placed two fingers on his neck and concentrated on the faint but existing bum-bump against the pads of your fingers.

“He’s alive,” your voice was relieved but suddenly fear settled over you, “Oh shit! Oh shit! What the fuck are we gonna do? He’s alive! He’s gonna tell everyone what happened and - oh shit!” A full panic attack set in and the beginning stages of hyperventilation began as you backed away running your hands through your hair.

Arvin followed you, “Hey, hey, hey. It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be fine!” Arvin had never been one for comforting words. He was a man of action not heart-to-hearts but he could see you freaking out as your entire world crumbled apart and he knew that he at least needed to try to comfort you. After all, he knew exactly what you were feeling because this wasn’t the first or even second time he had felt the exact same way. Part of him cursed himself for ever getting involved with you. Arvin should have known that the black cloud of tragedy and chaos that followed him would hurt you but it was too late for regret now. Now he needed to salvage whatever he could to keep you safe.

“What did you do? When you killed that preacher and that couple? You ran, right? Ain’t nobody ever found you?” You spoke your thoughts blindly, so lost trying to piece together a solution in the mess that was your frazzled brain that you missed the way your blunt words made Arvin’s face fall. Hearing you ask him for advice on how to avoid getting caught for murdering and/ or assaulting somebody was definitely not what he wanted to be remembered as.

Nevertheless, he saw the obvious application to the current situation and reluctantly nodded. “Yeah, I ran,” he answered simply.

“Then we need to run. Run and never come back. Gotta get as far away from here as possible, like Washington or Oregon or California or somethin’.” Without hesitation, you began climbing up the ladder.

“What’re you doin’?” Arvin asked, climbing up the bottom few rungs after you and watching as you crawled out of sight.

Your voice still echoed over the ledge, “Gettin’ our clothes. We ain’t drivin’ off in our damn underwear.” You scooted over to the ledge and tossed Arvin down his clothes. The pair of you dressed quickly.

Arvin glanced back at your unconscious father on the ground and he felt a pang of guilt for uprooting your entire life by a few bad decisions. If he had never accepted your father’s offer to live with you, you never would have met and this never would have happened. If he hadn’t had let himself fall in love with you, or at least act on it, this never would have happened. If he would have never been dumb enough to kiss you in public or attempt to make love to you in this damn barn, this never would have happened. If he hadn’t shoved your father off the ledge, this never would have happened.

But if he hadn’t moved in, he never would have met you and that in itself would have been a tragedy. If he hadn’t let himself act on his love for you, you never would have been shown how you deserve to be loved. If he hadn’t let himself finally touch you, you would both be missing out on that loving human touch you both so desperately needed. If he hadn’t shoved your father off the ledge, Arvin would probably be dead and you would have to live with the knowledge that you killed your father. He would gladly take whatever punishment was needed if it meant keeping you from having to carry that burden on your heart.

“Pack a bag real quick. Take only what you need. Clothes and whatever money you got saved up. We’ll take my car and we’ll go.” Arvin directed as you buttoned the final buttons on your mother’s dress. You nodded and began to walk out of the barn before looking back over at your father.

“Do we just leave him?” You paused uncertainly. This felt wrong. He wasn’t dead. He was definitely in need of medical assistance. But if you called the cops or a doctor, it would be clear as day who did it and the cops would be on your tail within the hour. You’d never get away. But wouldn’t it be obvious who did it anyways? Your father would just tell everyone when he woke up anyways.

A horrific idea came into your mind so dark that you were ashamed for even thinking of it. You could actually kill him, finish the job and hide his body somewhere nobody would ever find it. Then, if you told the cops he had just disappeared, he'd be some missing drunk and you could still inherit the house and everything else. It would be a free home, a free extra car, free everything. You and Arvin wouldn’t have to uproot your lives.

A lump of bile came up in your throat at your own dark thoughts and you swallowed it down, shaking the awful idea from your mind. No matter how desperate you were, you would never go that far. Maybe you could just leave him here and let nature take its course. Whatever happened would happen. Even that made you uneasy.

The same thoughts raced through Arvin’s head as he tried to think of how to get away with this. “If you really want to, we can-”

“Leave him,” you decided suddenly, “We have to, Arv.” As much as you hated yourself for the decision you were making, well aware that it could mean a number of things for your father’s future, it was the only way you could think of to get you and Arvin out of this.

Arvin looked over at you cautiously, “You sure?”

You swallowed hard and nodded, “They know we’re guilty no matter what we do. If we just leave, maybe it’ll buy us a day or two to get as far as we can. Maybe it’ll be just enough to stay ahead of the cops.” You could see in Arvin’s eyes that he was concerned for you but you insisted, sure of your decision, “He made his choice when he started shootin’ at us. I’m makin’ mine.”

Thirty minutes later, you had a bag full of clothes, toiletries, money, and your most precious sentimental items from your mother thrown in the backseat of Arvin’s car beside his own bag. A separate bag of non-perishable food had been loaded in as well. Arvin shut the back door to his car and noticed your longing glances back at your house. “You alright?” He asked, bringing a comforting arm around your shoulders.

Your face fell, “I dreamt ‘bout runnin’ away from here for years. I just never thought it would end like this, y’know?” You scoffed at yourself, “Who ‘m I kidding? You’d know better than anyone.”

Arvin chewed his lip and nodded, knowing all too well how you were feeling. “It’s weird leaving your home behind, ain’t it?” It was a weak offer of sympathy but it was the best he had to give.

You nodded solemnly. That old house with the chipping paint had so many bad memories in it but it had so many good ones as well. That had been your home for your entire life and your father’s home and his parents’ before him. “It’s harder than I thought it would be.”

Arvin’s arm around you tightened and you turned into his body. “I know,” he sighed, “But we’re gonna build a really good life together. We’ll drive far off ‘n disappear to somewhere ain’t nobody knows us. I’m gonna take care of you, I promise.”

You shook your head, “I don’t need you to take care of me, Arv. I just wanna be happy with you.”

Arvin turned you so your back was pressed against the passenger door, “We will be. But we gotta get outta here if we wanna stay ahead of the cops. You ready to go?”

With one final look at your home, you nodded wordlessly. Arvin reached behind you and opened the door. You slid out of the way so he could swing the door open for you but before you could take your seat in the car, Arvin pressed his lips to the top of your head, “I love you darlin’. I promise, everythin’ will be okay.”

A small smile appeared on your face at his gentleness, “I love you too, Arv. I know we will.”

Just like that, the two of you pulled out down the dark moonlit road, leaving behind the house and man that had caused you so much pain. You prayed your father really would be okay but you also prayed nobody would ever find out what happened on this night. Your future was so uncertain now but glancing to your left and seeing Arvin in the driver’s seat gave you some comfort.

There was no map in the car. The only directions you and Arvin had were as far from here as possible. You sat in silence, his hand in yours, as Arvin pulled the car to merge onto the I-70 West with no destination in mind. The moon was bright in stark contrast to the inkiness of the sky and the darkness of the night’s events. Your eyes found rest on that large glowing being in the sky and something in you relaxed a little.

Like a beacon of hope, it allowed your mind to wander to the possibilities of what life could be like now that you weren’t trapped. You knew you sure as hell didn’t want to be stuck working in diners your whole life but you weren’t going to be the wife that let Arvin support you. You paused, realizing what you had thought. Wife. There was no guarantee that you and Arvin would be married but you were positive you would not reject the proposition if he so offered.

You let the corners of your mouth lift with contentment as you imagined a future with Arvin. A little house with a big yard stretching out front. Maybe a kid or two playing fetch with a dog or swinging on a tire swing, even. Arvin with his arm around your waist and a simple but beautiful wedding band around your ring finger. It was all so domestic, a thought you almost found laughable considering your current situation. It felt like a fantasy of living in I Love Lucy or Leave It To Beaver when your real life felt much more on par with a nightmarish episode of the Twilight Zone.

But it gave you hope that your life might one day settle down to where you wouldn’t have to be watching your back. And with Arvin’s hand in yours, you knew that you wouldn’t have to wait for an I Love Lucy kind of life to be happy with him. Happiness was being with Arvin and as long as the two of you were together, everything was going to be okay.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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Hi can u do where like arvin grandma takes him to church and he meets a ‘nice’ girl but really she’s kinda like him and he finds her smoking behind the church thanks

angel

w/c: 1.4k

warnings: swearing, smoking, and suggestive themes

a/n: alright i went overboard this is pretty long 😭 sooo enjoy

“grandma, do i really have to-“

“you’ll come say hi to her. she’s a real sweetheart, arvin,” emma pats her grandson’s hand, which she’s leading him by through their pew to yours. she’s been gushing about you all week.

your parents and her ran into each other while buying groceries, and they spoke for a bit. about upcoming town events, about the heat, about their families. you and arvin of course came up. judging by how lovely your parents are, emma had a feeling you’d be the same. that sparked her idea to introduce arvin to you.

she likes the thought of arvin hanging around a nice girl. she’d wanted the same for her own son, although it didn’t quite work out. it’s only a matter of time before she’s pimping lenora out to a pearly white smiling church boy.

“you say that about everyone, grandma,” arvin sighs, lighthearted but with a hint of annoyance. he’s not so sure he’s into nice girls. or, that nice girls would be into him. no offense to you because his grandma has been talking you up, and you do sound great, but maybe not for him.

emma puts on her best smile as the two of them approach you. “just say hi, won’t you? give her a chance.” “alright, if that’s what you want,” arvin mumbles back, running his now free hand through his hair. your mom gasps in pleasant surprise. “oh, emma. wonderful to see you again,” she greets, you and your dad standing up so she can get over.

the women hug while arvin stands there, disguising an eye roll for a look up at the ceiling. you squint at him and smirk to yourself. you’re intrigued.

your parents had mentioned something about you meeting a boy, your mom more enthusiastic than your dad. he wasn’t too on board with it. he’d said the “russell boy” had a reputation, said he was rowdy and whatnot. that was meant to scare you and your mother off. she dismissed it, and your interest was only piqued.

“yes, dear, so wonderful,” emma agrees, grinning at your dad over your mom’s shoulder. he takes a step towards her, making small talk. “how’s it going?” you watch arvin while the three of them catch up. he’s got his hands in his pockets and a clenched jaw. he doesn’t look particularly thrilled to be here. not at church or in your pew.

you snicker at him, and he snaps his head in your direction. the movement is sharp, yet somehow subtle. you’d been expecting the kid to bounce off the walls from how your dad described him. he actually seems pretty quiet. intimidating, yet quiet. it’s hot.

arvin catches a small smile from you. he nods in response, then shifts his attention back to his grandma when she nudges him.

“remember i was telling you about my grandson?” emma asks your parents, both of them affirming. she glances over at you. “this is arvin.” “hi, nice to meet you,” he drawls and extends a hand for your mom and dad to shake. your mom keeps it short and polite. your dad does it with a firm grip, one that arvin matches.

“strong boy,” he comments. “oh, you think so?” arvin jokes back. that earns a glare from your dad, who perceives it as him having an attitude. you take it upon yourself to say hi to arvin next. one, because you aren’t liking the tension. two, because you want to.

you step past your dad so you’re in front of arvin. “i’m y/n,” you say with another smile. “arvin. nice to meet you.” he sticks out his hand again, which you ignore, going straight for a hug. he’s not sure where that came from. either way, he hugs you back by your waist. you lean in to whisper in his ear.

“you wanna get out of here?” he’d fucking love to. he already promised lenora he wouldn’t sneak out of service again, though. “can’t. my sister’ll kill me for it,” arvin murmurs back, you pulling out of his arms. he finds himself disappointed by the absence of your body. your parents and emma are back in their own conversation, so you can speak freely.

“aw, cute. you’ve got a sister. you listen to her?” you’re teasing, a glint in your eyes. you don’t seem like the sweetheart his grandma made you out to be. arvin likes that. “she’s a...” he lets out a breath, trying to come up with a way to describe lenora’s love for church. “you know, this stuff’s important to her.”

“not you?” you wonder, clasping your hands behind your back. “nope. i reckon you’re the same,” arvin hums and scratches his gelled hair. “listen, how about i meet you out back later? nice girls go to church, don’t they?” he throws the last part in to flirt. you pick up on it, poking at his chest and lowering your voice. “who says i’m a nice girl?”

“come on, y/n/n. service is about to start,” your dad interrupts, taking you by your wrist before you can protest. “see you later,” you call to arvin. “yeah, see you.” he grins as him and emma walk back to their pew, where lenora is anxiously waiting for them. they’ll grill him about how he likes you later. right now is the lord’s time.

your words ring in arvin’s head the whole time the reverend drones on about whatever he does. so, you’re not a nice girl. he can’t wait to find out what that means.

when the service ends, lenora and emma line up to speak with the reverend and everyone else waiting. arvin sets off to find you. you’re the only two not still in there, so it shouldn’t be hard. he heads out the back door because he doesn’t want anyone, meaning your dad, to see him.

you’re leaned against the building with a cigarette between your fingers, puffing out a cloud of smoke just as arvin spots you. your lips turn up in a half smile when you take another drag off of it.

“there you are,” you speak, words muffled from the cigarette. you retrieve a box of matches from the waistband of your skirt and dangle it before him. “need a light?” you’d noticed a pack stuffed into his jeans earlier. he’s not so good at hiding them, if he was even trying to. you could teach him a thing or two about being more lowkey.

arvin pulls a cigarette from his pack and shoves it into his mouth. “didn’t take you to be a smoker,” he rasps as you strike the match up, bringing it to his cigarette. you then throw it on the ground and stomp it out with a knowing smile. “i told you, i’m not what you thought i was. whatever my mom told your grandma.”

“mm,” he confers, breathing in and taking the cigarette from his mouth to exhale. “heard you were a straight a’s student. you’re in lots of clubs and all that.” you scoff, bringing your own cigarette to your lips again, further blurring his good girl image of you. “when i cross out the d’s and lie, sure.” arvin chuckles at that and leans back against the stone wall.

“you’re not like your family one bit, huh?” he already knows you aren’t. “nope. i think they’re the reason i’m like this, anyway,” you admit, fingers innocently circling over his bicep. innocently. “i’m doing the whole rebel without a cause thing.” your hand squeezes at his arm, waving out your cigarette and dropping it in the grass.

“what about you? my dad said you’re a fighter.” arvin clears his throat and looks down at your feet. they’re moving, closer to him. “sometimes, for my sister. i was tellin’ you she’s different from the other kids. they pick on her.” that gives you a new sort of admiration for arvin. you thought he was cool, now you think he’s also kind. he thinks you’re... beyond words. in a good way.

“sounds like you’ve got a good heart to me.” you press your fingers into his skin, this time with a smile that’s sweet. he isn’t sure if he prefers this one or the one that has something sinister behind it. “well, thank you,” arvin drops his hand to your hip, adding on, “angel.” he’s well aware of what he’s doing by calling you that name. you click your tongue.

“angel? mhm, i’ll change your mind about that.”

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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years

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Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader

Synopsis: Arvin becomes a regular at your book store just to see you

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The first time Arvin saw you, it was through the window of your book store. You were hanging up a sign in the window when the two of you made eye contact through the glass. You caught him staring and smiled at him, which made him immediately look away. When he finally got the courage to look up again, you waved to him. He shyly waved back as his cheeks burned bright red. You smiled again before walking away from the window. Through the window, Arvin saw you disappear up the winding staircase and felt his curiosity grow. Even in the small town, he hadn’t seen you before and was determined to know more.

The next day, Arvin wandered into your book store and pretended to browse around. He saw you talking to a customer and pretending to read the back of a book while listening to the conversation. He learned that you had just moved to town and lived in the apartment above the book store. He smiled a little to himself as he listened to you talk about the book you had in your hands. When he looked up, you were already looking at him. He quickly looked away and turned his back to you as a hot blush spread across his face. You excused yourself and walked over to Arvin, making his heart beat loudly in his ears. He opened the book in his hands and pretended to be interested in it as you approached him.

“Hi.” You greeted. “Can I help you find something?”

“Hi.” Arvin looked up from the book and gulped.

“Hi.” You said again with a slight chuckle. “Can I help you find something?”

“Yeah. Sorry. This is what I was looking for.” Arvin lied and held up the book in his hands. You took the book from him, your fingers brushing as you did it.

“I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings? Poetry fan, huh?” You asked and looked up at him. Arvin turned even redder and nodded his head.

“Yeah.” He lied. “I love Maya Angel - low.”

“It’s Angelou.” You corrected him with a smile.

“Yeah. I love her. I read all her stuff.” Arvin continued to lie in hopes of impressing you.

“So do I. If you like poetry, you should read this.” You said and picked up another book from the table. Arvin noticed a notecard with the words “owners favorites” written on it sitting on the table and smiled a little.

“The Bell Jar?” He read off the cover.

“Yeah. It’s not poetry but it’s about a girl who wants to become a poet. I love it.”

“Thanks for the recommendation. I’ll read it.” Arvin said and smiled shyly at you.

“Can I be honest?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.” Arvin said as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his front pocket.

“I don’t really think you’ll like it.” You admitted. “It’s really good, but I don’t exactly think you’re the target audience.”

“What makes you say that?” Arvin asked as he lit a cigarette. You laughed and he felt himself relax.

“Could I show you one you might like better?”

“Sure.” He grinned. “I’d appreciate it.”

You nodded towards the bookshelves and started walking over to them. Arvin followed you like a puppy dog and watched with awe as you pulled a book off the shelf. You didn’t even have to search for it, you just knew exactly where it was.

“Here. You should try this one.” You said as you handed Arvin the book.

“To Kill a Mockingbird?”

“Yeah. It’s new. I read it twice already. Back to back, too.” You sheepishly admitted. Arvin smiled at the thought of you enjoying the book so much you immediately read it again.

“Back to back? You must’ve really liked it then.” Arvin said as he flipped through the book.

“I did. It’s one of those books that you have to reread to get all the foreshadowing and symbolism.”

“I love those kind of books.” Arvin lied, knowing full well he hadn’t read a book in his life.

“Well then you should definitely read this one.”

“Think I’ll like it?” Arvin asked you. “Don’t know much about birds.”

“It’s not actually about birds. It’s about justice and doing the right thing when everyone is against you. And it’s all through the eyes of these two kids. I really like it.” You explained. Arvin noticed the way your eyes lit up as you talked about the book and felt his fondness for you grow.

“Then how come it isn’t on the table over there?” Arvin asked as he pointed to the “owners favorites” table. You smiled at the fact that he had noticed that and looked over at your table.

“I could only fit four books on the table. And I don’t consider something a favorite until I’ve read it three times.”

“Ah, I see.” He nodded. “And this one you’ve only read twice.”

“Exactly. You’re a pretty good listener.” You told Arvin as you looked him up and down. He didn’t look like the type to be spending his free time in a book store, yet here he was.

“I am when I want to be.” He shrugged. “I’ll give the book a try. Thanks, darling.”

“No problem, mister.” You smiled softly at him.

“How much do the books cost?” He asked you, fully prepared to spent every cent he had to his name on books in your store.

“You only pay if you actually want to keep the book. You can just check it out for 14 days and then bring it back here. If you want to keep it after the 14 days, you pay $3.”

“Then I’ll see you in 14 days.” Arvin said as he tipped his hat to you.

“I’ll see you then.” You pretended to tip an invisible hat back to him. Arvin gave you one last smile before turning to leave.

“And, uh, if you ever need another recommendation, my name is Y/n.” You called after him. Arvin immediately stopped and turned around.

“Arvin.” He smiled and pointed to himself.

“Nice to meet you, Arvin.” You smiled. “Hope you like the book.”

“Nice to meet you too, Y/n.” He replied. “I bet I’ll love the book. Might even read it twice.”

You exchanged a smile as Arvin walked backwards out of the store. Once he was gone, you bit your tongue and let out a little squeal. Arvin left the bookstore with a huge smile on his face and hugged the book to his chest.

Arvin only made it 6 days before he needed to see you again. He returned to your bookstore with the book he had borrowed nestled in his arms. He hadn’t read it, but he read the back and skimmed through it a few times. Arvin pretended to browse the books until you spotted him.

“Wow. You read that awful fast.” You said as you nodded towards the book in his arms.

“Sure did. It was so good.” He lied. “I couldn’t put it down.”

“Uh huh.” You smirked. “So what was your favorite part?”

“My favorite part?” He gulped.

“Yeah. What was your favorite part?”

“When they, uh, when they killed the mockingbird.” Arvin mumbled and avoided eye contact.

“Right.” You chuckled. You both knew you didn’t believe him, but you didn’t say anything about it.

“Got any more recommendations for me, darling?”

“I sure do. Follow me.” You grinned and led Arvin deeper into the book store. You took a book off the shelf, opened it, smelled the inside, and handed it to Arvin.

“This one is more lighthearted than my last recommendation. You might like it better.”

“Charlie and The Chocolate factory?” He asked as he read the title.

“It’s for kids but I liked it.” You told him. “Loved it, actually. I’ve never read anything like it.”

“What’s it about?” He asked. He wasn’t really interested, he just liked it hear you talk about things you were interested in.

“There’s this guy, Willy Wonka, and he has this enormous chocolate factory that makes all this whimsical, outrageous candy. This poor boy wins a golden ticket and gets to visit the factory along with all the other kids who won tickets. He’s the only one who actually makes it out of the factory, though. All the other kids have these crazy things happen to them.” You explained with a childlike smile. Your smile instantly fell and you slapped a hand over your mouth.

“What? What’s wrong?” He wondered.

“I just spoiled the book for you. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Arvin chuckled. “Tell me more about this whimsical candy.”

“So there’s this gum that tastes like a four course meal. Could you imagine that? It’s turkey and mashed potatoes and blueberry pie. But then it turns the girl who chews it into a blueberry. How did the author even come up with that? And there’s this wallpaper that you can lick and it tastes like fruit. And there’s this chocolate river that…” You trailed off suddenly and looked embarrassed.

“What?”

“I’m sorry. I’m rambling again.” You laughed shyly. “I just get so excited about books. Especially ones like this one.”

“Don’t have to apologize, darling.” Arvin smiled. “I’m happy to hear your rambling. You make the book sound really good. They should hire you to write the descriptions on the back cover.”

“Thanks.” You smiled fondly. “And I would love to do that, but someone has to run the store.”

“Well I’m sure you’re just as good at that. The store seems to be doing real good. Every time I pass by, it’s always full of customers. I didn’t even know most people in Knockemstiff could read.”

“Neither did I.” You laughed. “I couldn’t believe this town didn’t have so much as a library when I moved here. I think people missed the books, though. That’s why I got so many costumers coming in here.”

“Well I’ll definitely be in here a lot. I love reading. Do it all the time.” Arvin lied again, making you chuckle at how hard he was trying.

“Well good. I’m glad you’ll be in here a lot. Means I get to see you more often.” You replied, making Arvin blush.

“I’ll be back in 14 days.” Arvin said as he held up the book. “Or sooner if I finish it quickly. Probably will, since you made it sound so good.”

“Then I’ll see you in 14 days or sooner, Arvin.” You smiled as you looked at him through your eye lashes.

“I’ll see you in 14 days or sooner, Y/n.” He grinned at you before leaving the store.

Eight days later, he returned. The bell above your door chimed and you looked up, immediately smiling when you saw him walk in.

“Arvin!” You greeted. “I been waiting for you.”

“You have?“ He asked hopefully as he leaned against the counter.

“Sure have. I have a book I think you’ll like.” You said as you slid a book across the counter towards him.

“The Outsiders?” He said as he flipped through the book.

“It’s amazing.” You gushed. “I love all the characters. It did make me cry, though. Just as a warning.”

“Did it?” Arvin smiled softly.

“I did. But I won’t spoil it for you this time. You should really read this one and see for yourself how amazing it is.”

“Then I’ll read it. I can’t wait.” Arvin grinned and took the book as he handed you Charlie and The Chocolate Factory back.

“Let me know if it makes you cry.” You winked at him before disappearing into the book shelves.

“How would I let you know?” Arvin wondered, but you were already gone. When he opened the book, he noticed a slip of paper between the folds.

“Call me sometime.” Was written in your handwriting above your phone number. Arvin gasped a little and ran his finger over the ink, blushing at the gesture. When he got home that night, his hands shook with anticipation as he dialed your number.

“Hello?” Your voice came through the phone.

“Hi.” Arvin gulped. “It’s uh, it’s me. It’s Arvin. From the bookstore.”

“I know.” You chuckled. “I recognized your voice. Hi, Arvin from the book store.”

“Hi.” Arvin let out a nervous laugh. “Hope it’s not too late to call. Are you still at the store?”

“I am. I live here, remember?” You reminded him, making his eyes squeeze shut Im embarrassment.

“Right. I forgot. What are you doing?”

“Just reading a book, believe it or not.”

“What book?”

“The Phantom Tollbook. And guess what?”

“What?” Arvin asked with a smile.

“I’m gonna make you read it next. I’m even writing down notes in the margins for you.”

“Are you?” Arvin bit back a smile as his face turned a deep red.

“Yup. Think you’ll really like this one. That is, if you actually read it.”

“Hey, I read Charlie and the Chocolate factory. And I skimmed To Kill a Mockingbird.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” You chuckled, and Arvins heart fluttered at the sound of your laughter.

“I promise. I didn’t read the first book because the first chapter was really boring but I liked the second book. Honest, I did. And I already started reading The Outsiders.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. I really like this Johnny character. I hope nothing bad happens to him.”

“Yeah.” You laughed nervously. “Just keep reading.”

“I have to say, darling, I was surprised that you gave me your number.” Arvin said as he twirled the phone cord around his finger.

“Yeah. Suppose people don’t normally give their phone numbers to their stalkers.”

“What? I’m not stalking you.” Arvin laughed.

“Right. You just come to my book store every week to take out books you don’t read. And don’t think I haven’t caught you creeping in my windows. I see you staring at me, stalker.”

“I’m not stalking.” He whined. “I just think you’re really pretty and I like to look at you. That’s all.”

You went silent on the other line and Arvin held his breath. He wasn’t usually that forward, but it felt easier to talk to you when you weren’t face to face.

“We’ll I think you’re awfully pretty too.” You said quietly. “Even though you insist on hiding your face under that beat up old baseball cap. I wanna see you without in on, just once.”

“Are you saying you want to see me without my clothes on? That’s pretty forward of you, darling.”

“I said hat.” You playfully groaned. “Don’t get fresh with me, Arvin. Or I’ll start recommending you really boring books and quizzing you on the details.”

“I can’t imagine anything worse than that. That would require us spending more time together.” Arvin flirted, making you laugh on the other line.

“Actually, speaking of spending more time together, there’s something I wanted to ask you.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” Arvin tried to sound calm as his heart raced.

“There’s this book I love called Fahrenheit 451 and they’ve just turned it into a movie. It’s playing this weekend at the drive in theater. Would you maybe want to see it with me?” You asked. Arvin dropped the phone for a moment so that you couldn’t hear the excited squeal he let out.

“I would love to take you to the movies, darling. It’s a date.” Arvin said once he was calm enough to speak.

“Cool.” You replied, and he could hear your smile through the phone.

“Cool.” He repeated as he grinned widely.

“I usually close the store around 5. Would you be able to see it after that?”

“Yep. I’ll pick you up at 5.”

“Sounds good to me, Arvin from the book store.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, darling.”

“See you then.”

The next day, Arvin nervously prepared for his date with you. He changed his outfit three times before settling on a white T shirt and his church pants.

“You gotta let me meet her.” Lenora insisted as she ironed her brothers pants.

“Absolutely not. I’m picking her up so she won’t even be around here.”

“Well aren’t you gonna bring her here after the movie?”

“Why would I bring her here?” Arvin wondered.

Lenora gave him a knowing look and Arvin turned bright red.

“Stop that.”

“Didn’t say anything.” Lenora giggled.

“Well your face did. You sure got a dirty mind for someone who always has her nose stuck in a Bible.” Arvin said as he pressed his cold hand to his face to cool his blush.

“I’m just saying, Arvin. If there’s a chance you’ll bring her back here after, I’d like to meet her.”

“You’re not meeting her. Not tonight, anyway. Maybe if we go out again.”

“Of course you’ll go out again.” Lenora rolled her eyes. “She asked you out. Girls never do that. She must really like you. And I know you like her too because you’re reading books for her. That’s huge for you.”

“I do like her.” Arvin admitted. “Why do you think I asked you to iron my pants?”

“Well they’re all done.” Lenora said as she handed him the pants. “Try to keep them clean, please. Those are your church pants.”

“I know, I know.” Arvin rolled his eyes. “Thanks for ironing them.”

“No problem.” Lenora smiled. “Have fun on your date.”

“I will.” Arvin grinned and went to fix his hair in the mirror. He went to put his hat on, but decided against it. You said you wanted to see him without it so he was going to give you exactly that. He checked his appearance one last time before getting into his car.

Arvin nervously drummed his fingers against his steering wheel as he waited for you to come out of the store. Finally, he saw you come out and lock the front door. You had on a red dress with a calico pattern and a matching red ribbon in your hair. Arvin let out a happy sigh at the sight of you before getting out to open your door for you.

“Why thank you.” You smiled as you got in his car. Arvin let out a nervous breath before getting back into the front seat.

“These are for you.” Arvin took a bouquet of daises from his backseat and handed them to you.

“Aw, thank you.” You gushed. “I brought you something too. Do you like scary stuff?”

“Depends on the stuff.”

“Read this. I think you’ll like it.” You grinned and handed Arvin a book from your bag.

“Rosemary’s Baby? That doesn’t sound scary.” Arvin playfully scoffed.

“It is. Trust me.” You insisted. “I had to sleep with my light on for a week. Benji was so mad at me.”

“Is Benji your boyfriend?” Arvin asked with a twinge of jealousy.

“My cat, actually. You’ve probably seen him roaming the book store. He likes to sleep on the shelves.” You told him, making Arvin sigh in relief. You noticed the way he relaxed and reached over to hold his hand. Arvin looked at your intertwined hands and gulped before looking up at you.

“Can I ask you something, darling?” He asked quietly. “How come you haven’t recommended any romantic books for me to read?”

“Because I prefer to seek romance in person, not on a page.”

“Have you had any luck?”

“To be honest, no. But then this really cute guy started coming to my book store every week and pretended to be interested in the books I liked. So there’s some hope there.”

“He sounds like a stand up guy.” Arvin smiled as rosy blush painted his cheeks.

“I think so too. I think I might have to let him go, though.” You sighed dramatically.

“Whys that?” Arvin asked he his face crumpled.

“Because he’d rather sit there and stare at me then kiss me.” You clicked your tongue disapprovingly. Arvin turned bright red and shyly looked down before clearing his throat.

“May I kiss you, darling? Because to be honest, nothing would make me happier.”

“I mean, if you insist.” You playfully rolled your eyes as you leaned in. Arvin leaned in the rest of the way and connected his lips to yours. You leaned over the console of his car to kiss him, feeling time stop around you as you did it. When you pulled away, you pressed your forehead against his to look into his eyes.

“That was even better than it is in my books.” You sighed happily.

“I’ll have to take your word for it. Because I haven’t read em.” Arvin grinned before leaning it again.

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may i pls request an arvin fic with prompts 38 & 42😭🥹🤍

Hey love I hope you like it! I'm sorry it took a little while but I absolutely loved this I thought it was so so cute. Anyways I wanted to say thank you for supporting me for so long, you were one of my earliest followers and it means a lot ❤️ Also as an aside, there are 4 more summer of love prompts left in my inbox, those will be out shortly too. Let me know what you think, love u xx

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38 - Making s'mores

42 - Getting scared while camping

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You take Arvin camping for his birthday

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Arvin didn’t care much about his birthday, he never bothered planning any sort of celebration or party, he found it all unnecessary. He loved to celebrate your birthday though, and your anniversary, and Christmas, any opportunity to spoil you really. You liked spoiling him too, but he always appreciated the gesture much more than he cared about any of the actual gifts. He just wasn’t a very materialistic person, which is why this year you’d decided to give him an experience for this birthday instead of any physical object.

You would have loved to fly him to some exotic location and have some big romantic weekend, but you couldn’t afford anything like that. So you went with something much simpler, camping. One of your friends offered the perfect spot for a romantic getaway, it was secluded in the woods, perked on top of a large hill with a great view, and less than a mile from a massive lake. You were overjoyed with the find, and the same friend helped you make a list of everything you would need. You proposed the idea to Arvin and he was excited, spending the weekend alone with you was his ideal birthday really.

Although he was a little reluctant to let you plan the trip and pay for it, you wouldn’t budge on the matter, and he was forced to concede eventually. He did double check your packing list though, just to make sure you hadn’t missed anything essential. Once you were both sure you had everything you’d need you loaded it all into his car and headed out. It was about an hour drive, and it was a bit difficult to navigate the truck to the campsite, but the view was worth the effort. You were surrounded by a circle of trees, the forest was buzzing and everything smelled fresh. Below your campsite you could see the corner of the lake, and in the middle of the campsite there was a makeshift fire pit born from the hundreds of campers who had been there before you.

You attempted at first to unload the car and set up the tent yourself, insisting Arvin relax, but there was no way he’d let you do it all yourself. So you two put up your tent and piled your things inside. By the time you had your campsite all set up the sun was starting to set, and both of you were getting hungry. For your first night you’d decided to pre pack some sandwiches for dinner, so all you had to do was gather a bit of wood and start a fire. You two snuggled up next to each other in some folding lawn chairs while you ate and watched the sun go down.

“This is incredible,” Arvin hummed contently before he looked over at you, “You know I think this is already my best birthday ever.”

You flushed, “Well it’s not actually your birthday until tomorrow, but thank you. It’s really nice out here.”

“Yeah it is,” he agreed, tracing his hand over one of yours, “We should get out the s’mores before it gets too dark.”

“Don’t you wanna save those for tomorrow?” you frowned, “I mean I didn’t bring a cake or anything so that’s kind of our only dessert.”

“I’m sure we’ll have enough for tonight and tomorrow,” he hummed, “Plus it’s my birthday trip, I think I’m entitled to some s’mores if I want them.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself out of your chair, “I’ll be right back.”

You returned with graham crackers, a bag of marshmallows, several Hershey’s bars, and some metal skewers you thought would be perfect to roast the marshmallows on.

“Yummy,” Arvin hummed, ripping into the marshmallows and throwing one into his mouth.

You carefully placed one of them on your skewer and dipped it into the fire, “They’re so much better roasted.”

“They’re delicious either way,” he said with a mouthful of marshmallow, making you crinkle your nose.

“It’s rude to speak with your mouth full Arvin,” you scolded playfully.

He laughed, “Oh I forgot, you fell in love with me for my good manners,” he placed another marshmallow onto his skewer and shoved it into the fire, “Did you ever tell ghost stories when you were little?”

You knit your brows as you tried to remember, “No, I don’t think so. There was rumor that one of the houses in town was haunted, but that’s the closest I can remember.”

He nodded, “Lenora and I used to tell them to each other,” his hand slipped over your leg, squeezing your thigh before he continued, “Not just when we were camping, but that always made them scarier. They’re so cheesy, I can’t believe I used to be scared of that shit…”

“That’s cute Arvin,” you laughed, “Do you remember any of them?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Uh, I don’t know, I haven’t thought about them in a long time.”

You pulled your marshmallow from the fire and began assembling your s’more, “Could you try and tell me one?”

“You wanna hear a cheesy ghost story?” he chuckled.

You nodded, “Of course, I like it well you tell stories, your voice is nice.”

He blushed and bit his cheek, “I suppose I probably remember enough…”

“Yay!” you cheered and leaned back in your chair, “Well get on with it.”

He let out a low hum as he pulled his burning marshmallow away from the fire. He blew it out, the marshmallow was nearly black, “It starts with this criminal, a murderer I think. I don’t remember exactly what happened to him but basically he loses his hand and it gets replaced with a hook. So he’s this hook handed killer, and he was always going after pretty young girls,” he glanced over at you, “It took years to catch him, and when they finally did they hung him. So he dies, but since his soul was so twisted it couldn’t rest properly, and he came back as a ghost. Now he wanders all over the country looking for more pretty young girls to kill. Oh!” he cracked a big smile, “And he especially likes girls with (y/h/c).”

You rolled your eyes, “I can’t believe that used to scare you.”

“That one didn’t scare me, it scared Lenora,” he defended, “I used to tell it better.”

Arvin kept trying to recall more and more details about the story while you finished your s’mores. You were almost certain that he was making it up just to try and scare you. You humored him, nodding along with whatever new details he added, laying your head on his shoulder while he talked. You two continued like that until the fire started to sizzle out. Arvin volunteered to fully extinguish it so you could get comfy in your makeshift bed.. Inside the tent you’d laid your sleeping bags on top of each other to provide a bit of padding and brought a pile of blankets to keep yourselves warm. You wanted the tent to be as comfortable as possible so you’d brought more than a fair share of blankets and pillows.

“Fires good,” Arvin promised as he crawled into the tent, zipping it closed behind him, “You look comfy.”

You smiled, “I’ll be comfier once you’re in here with me.”

“I’m coming,” he promised as he began stripping his clothes.

He got down to his boxers and crawled under the blankets beside you, “Ready for bed kitten?”

“I’m pretty tired,” you snuggled up to his chest.

“Me too,” he wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to the top of your head, “Thank you for planning this, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you cooed back.

He held you close to him until you fell asleep. Admittedly it was more difficult than normal, it was harder to drift off without your comfy mattress under you. Snuggling up to Arvin helped, but you already knew you wouldn’t be sleeping as deep as you normally would. Sure enough you found yourself waking up shortly after you drifted off, Arvin was already deep asleep, but you were suddenly uncomfortable. You rolled over so your back was against Arvin’s chest. He scooted closer to you and you closed your eyes in hopes of drifting off again.

When you fell asleep the second time you were able to fall deep enough into sleep that you started to dream. You would have hoped to have some sort of sweet dream about you and Arvin, instead you were struck with the hook man. In your dream he came stalking up to your tent, ripping it open and yanking you from the inside. Luckily you were woken up before anything too gruesome could happen, the sounds of the wind grazing your tent had drawn you back to reality. Arvin was still sleeping soundly, his face buried in your neck, his lips placed against your bare skin. His tight grip helped to relax you after the bad dream. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, sinking back into him with a smile. The adrenaline started to die down and your pounding heart relaxed.

Until the wind picked up again. This time it was more than just the wind, you heard some sort of awful, high pitched screeching that made your skin crawl. Arvin stirred but didn’t wake up. You sank under the blankets, pulling them up to your eyes, which were darting rapidly around the tent. The screeching sounded again, you tried to calm yourself but your mind was already getting irrational. Really you knew it was just a stray branch or the car, but you couldn’t help picturing the hook man from your dreams. Stalking you outside the tent, running his hook over the car, getting ready to tear you away from Arvin and murder you.

With a small squeal you flipped to face Arvin again, “Arvin,” at first your voice was quiet, still unsure if you wanted to wake him, “Arvin,” this time you were a little louder, pushing against his chest, “Arvin!” you snapped suddenly, just in time for the wind to pick up once more.

He groaned, reaching up to rub one of his eyes before he opened it, “Something wrong baby?”

Your cheeks flushed, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you’d woken him up, “I, uh, I had this kind of weird dream.”

His lips tugged to a frown, “What about?”

“The hookman…” you uttered shamefully.

He smiled and started to chuckle, “Really?”

“Yes!” you fell onto your back dramatically, “Then I woke up and I started hearing this screechy sound, it's freaking me out.”

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sure it was just a tree or something though,” he wrapped his arm around your middle and pressed his lips to your ear, “Or an owl, or anything. We’re in the woods, there are weird noises sometimes.”

“I know,” you groaned, “It’s just nerves.”

He nodded and moved right up next to you, “Well just come here. I promise it was normal forest noises, but if it was a hookman, I would protect you. You’ve got nothing to worry about, you’re always safe with me.”

You snuggled back to his chest, wanting to feel him close again, “Promise?”

“Course, I don’t care if it’s the hookman or the devil himself,” he mumbled against your forehead, “I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, I love you too much for that.”

“I love you too Arvin,” your cheeks flushed and you smiled, “It’s probably after midnight now.”

“You think so?”

You nodded, “Yeah, so happy birthday.”

“Mmm, thank you baby,” he yawned and leaned in for a quick kiss, “I’m about to pass out again, but you can wake me up if you need me.”

“Of course, thank you hunny,” you cooed sweetly, “You always know just what to say.”

He said nothing, simply pressing his lips to your head again before sleep overtook him.

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ola-elaina · 4 years

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Arvin x reader where he patches her up after she gets hurt defending him? Honestly anything with a protective Arvin

@chloecreatesfictions: like perhaps a part 2 to trouble? where reader agrees to run away with him & they do

ESCAPE

Summary: arvin sneaking up to y/n’s room, protective arvin and maybe a makeout sesh wink wink

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: this is part 2 to trouble. You can find it in my Arvin Russell Masterlist on my pinned post!

Warning: parental abuse. mentions of blood. angst.

Arvin sighed as he looked around, finding a way of entry. The house was filled with darkness. Nothing was illuminated other than a dim light in the kitchen. The loud voice inside disturbing the peaceful night.

“You stupid girl!”

SLAM.

He raised a foot up on the windowsill, allowing him to hoist himself up to the slanted roof below your bedroom window. Once he got on, he fiddled with the lock — only to find it unlocked.

You never really listen, do you? Arvin thought to himself, shaking his head to your stubbornness.

Pushing up the window, he entered your room as quietly as he could. He let himself take a good look at it. It was small — a single bed pushed in one corner; the bed neatly made up. In front of it was a small closet, just beside the door. And a desk beside the window, containing a lamp, some of your books and stationaries.

Arvin pulled the desk chair back, taking a seat as he rested his elbows on his knees. One hand coming into contact with his face. Trying to bottle up the anger boiling inside him as he continued to hear your father scream at you.

“How many times do I have to tell you?! Stay away from that boy!”

“That boy has a name, Papa! He’s name is Arvin and—“

“I don’t fucking care! Is that what he’s doing to you? Corrupting your mind?! YOU HAVE THE NERVE NOW TO TALK BACK TO YOUR OWN FATHER?”

“No, Papa! Arvin is my only friend. He’s nothing but nice to me.” Then your voice lowered, Arvin heard you say something, but he couldn’t make it up from upstairs.

“You say he saved you?! You wouldn’t have gotten into trouble if you listened to what I say!”

“But—“

SLAM.

Arvin’s head fell down, he wanted so bad to go down — to defend you from your own father but when he finds out he was there, he knew your father would only pour out more anger on you. He could only shut his eyes close. His hands shook as his intertwined fingers clasped tighter.

“THIS IS MY LAST FUCKING WARNING, Y/N! IF I FOUND OUT YOU WERE WITH THAT FUCKING KID AGAIN, I AM NOT LETTING YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE ANYMORE!” Your father’s voice boomed, followed by sounds of shattering glasses and clinking metal.

SLAM.

A sound of a door shutting close echoed around the house. It was finally followed by silence. Arvin was now on his feet, waiting for you to get back to your room.

When a couple minutes passed and you have not gone up yet, panic started rising in his chest. He heard a shuffling noise as he paced back and forth in your tiny room.

But then it stopped.

“That’s it.” He mumbled under his breath.

As he was about to reach for the doorknob, your bedroom door swung open.

Your eyes went wide in surprise when you saw Arvin standing inside your room. When it locked with his, you saw the darkness that filled his eyes.

Your head quickly turned to the direction of your father’s room before gently pushing Arvin back inside, silently closing the door behind you.

“Wha—What are you doing here?” You whispered.

Fear overcame you as the thought of your father seeing him.

His eyes twinkled as you stared back at it cautiously. Even in the darkness, he could still spot the hue colors forming on your skin. His heart broke as he saw pure innocence in your face.

After everything your father had done to you, he could not see any anger — but longing. A longing for someone to look after you like a parent should have. Like a person who truly loves you should have.

Arvin stepped closer, making you step back in response as he wrapped his arms around you. Pressing you up between him and the door. His nose resting on the crook of your neck.

“...you okay?”

“I should be the one asking you that!” Arvin muttered, his voice coming out harsher than he intended to. He snuggled his face closer to your skin. You scent enveloping his senses.

“Let’s run away now.”

“You said Saturday...” You smiled weakly, a hand coming up to play with his hair.

Sighing, he said. “He will only keep hurting you if you stay longer.”

“Arvin...”

“I gave you what you asked for. Two

months.” He looked back at you, raising two fingers for emphasis. “Nothing’s changed. Well, maybe it did... But not the good kind of change.”

You turned your head away, trying to avoid his eyes but his finger travelled to your chin, guiding your gaze back to his intense eyes — boring into you.

“He’s never going to change, Y/N.”

Your brows furrowed, weighing your decisions. When Arvin asked you to run away with him, you would not deny that you had second thoughts.

It’s not that you didn’t trust Arvin but where would the two of you go? How will you eat? How about school? None of you has not even finished high school yet.

But Arvin was right. During those two months, your father only became brutal on you. You were not even seeing Arvin that much; you spent your after-school hours taking part-time jobs at the Martins’ babysitting or filling for Marissa at the diner.

You saved as much as you could. Spending as little as possible. Every night you would count the money in your stash — hoping it would be enough at least until you and Arvin could find a job that pays, away from this cruel town.

Your attention was caught when you heard your father’s bedroom door open. Fear came running back to you. “O—okay. Let’s go.”

The two of you scurried.

“Is your bag packed?” He asked in a low voice.

You nodded. “Under the bed.” Pointing to its direction as you opened the hidden door under your closet.

Arvin grabbed your things hurriedly as the sound of footsteps vibrated on the floor outside.

“Come on, Y/N.” He opened the window, climbing out of it to help you from coming down.

“Careful...” You heard him say, hesitating a bit as you saw the height you were going to drop on to. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

Once the two of you were out of the house, Arvin grabbed your forearm, leading you to his pick-up truck.

Your heart pounded against your rib cage as you heard your father call you from inside the house — making you halt in your tracks. His tone obviously unaware that you were not in your room.

Arvin stopped as you did. Looking back at you, he saw you take a glance at the house you should have considered home. A place where you should have felt safe... Loved.

You felt a tear trickle on your face which you quickly wiped off before turning back to him.

The two of you remained quiet as Arvin drove while you busied yourself watching the familiar buildings outside the window turn foreign.

When Arvin turned the steering wheel, he felt his hand slip a bit. His brow raises to his hairline as he switches hands to look at his damp right hand.

His eyes widened when he saw his fingers stained with blood. He glanced at you for a second, seeing your figure sitting small in your seat. Arms crossed over your stomach — discreetly putting pressure on your wound with a handkerchief.

Arvin’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“Why are we here? Are we going to stay here for the night?” You inquired as the truck approached a familiar place. He ignored your question.

It was a cliff overlooking Ohio.

He parked the truck. Staring at him with utter confusion. You caught his eyes landing on your arm which you immediately hid behind your bag placed on your lap.

Taking a metal box from under the driver seat, he left the truck. You followed.

“Sit.” He commanded as he opened the cargo bed, dropped the box which you figured was a first aid kit.

Arvin saw you struggled. He put an arm around your waist, swiftly hoisting you up.

“Let me see your arm.”

Sheepishly, you stretch it out for him — revealing a nasty cut after landing on the floor with fragments of glass.

He sighed. His hand wrapped around it, giving it a squeeze. Blood gushing out, you whimpered.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered gently, pulling out the contents of the first aid kit.

You silently watched as he cleaned your wound then wrapped it with gauze. He did it so gingerly, you felt like you were going to fall asleep in your position.

You then let your eyes travel up to his face — paint with such concentration on what he was doing but you knew damn well, he was furious. It was apparent from his tightly clenched jaw. His touch was gentle but full of tension.

If smoke could come out of his nose, it would.

Once he’s finished, you bring up a hand to his face. Caressing your thumb over his cheeks, then gliding it over his jaw — making his expression loosen, eyes screwing shut.

Arvin let his hands fall on the side of your thighs, trapping you between him. His forehead resting against your collarbone.

“Thank you.” You muttered softly, pressing a soft kiss against his temple. One of your hands came up to gently tug on his hair. You knew how much he loved it, for some reason it calmed him down.

He pulled back, just enough to lock eyes with you. Your hand now behind his neck.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I promise you that.” He said with conviction. The look in his eyes looked like they could kill.

You smiled, nodding.

“From now on... I’m your family.” Letting his fingers tuck the strand of your hair behind your ear.

You felt warmth melt in your chest. Tears clouding your vision as you cupped his cheeks with your hand, making him bent down and bringing his lips to yours — when it came in contact with yours, you instantly felt the tension leave Arvin’s body.

He stepped towards you, now standing between your open legs as your lips melted against each other’s. His hand coming behind your lower back pushing you closer to him.

Your legs wrapped around his middle, bodies interlocking. Heat spread out through your veins despite the cool blowing breeze. An unfamiliar sensation coursing through your body as you felt him against you.

Arvin towered over your sitting figure, deepening the kiss. It made you dizzy as he slowed down, savoring your lips in his.

When you felt his tongue graze lightly on your lip, it sent tingles down your spine. A smile appears on your face in between the exchanges. The ache you were feeling in your skin now forgotten. You could not help but let out a moan when your tongue met his.

The sound you let out spread goosebumps all over Arvin’s skin. A groan escaped from his lips, pressing his body closer to yours if that is even possible. Air could not pass through, if it tried.

He pulled away from you, but his forehead still against yours. Giving you a chance to catch your breath. He whispered, “Ah... the things you do to me.”

You chuckled sweetly, making him attack your lips once more.

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