#arvin russel fic

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I am a whore

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!

pairing . . . arvin russell x fem!reader

summary . . . arvin becomes slightly aggravated at the men in town who think you’re nothing more than a fuck hole so he decides to tell you completely differently in a way you love most in the word

warnings . . . SMUT 18+ ; oral ( f!receiving ) , oral ( m!receiving ) , praise kink , slight degradation , foreplay , slight overstimulation , riding

notes . . . i went a little too far with this but i’ve been in an arvin russell mood and i can’t keep this out of my mind <3

NAVIGATION | MASTERLIST

MOST WOMEN, WHEN HEARING ABOUT being a housewife, would think it is a loss of power, that they’re letting men control them and making them a product of their imagination. But with you and Arvin, you would happily submit to being his one and only wife, especially when he treats you 10x better than the men in the town.

Now, just because you are a stay-at-home housewife doesn’t mean you let your husband walk all over you. No, you set boundaries, you set rules, and the man happily follows and obeys them . . . sometimes.

Sometimes, when Arvin returns home from work to see you in that beautiful little sundress you love and bent over cooking, he can’t help but lay his hands on you and feast you like his dinner. You were just too beautiful to be left without his touch. And, as a plus, you do practically everything for him, which is more than he can ask. He loves how passionate and caring you are, and although he finds dinner dates and late night cuddle sessions as a thank you, he finds giving you pleasure is 10x better.

Today, as any other day, you woke up to soft kisses scattered across your face and a hand rubbing up and down on your thigh, rough and calloused skin against soft and smooth. Arvin treated you like a goddess every second of every day, and the mornings weren’t any different. While you thought you looked horrible in the morning, he looked at you as if you hung the stars over the moon.

Arvin Russell is completely and irrevocably in love with you. And as are you.

So, as the day progressed and your husband left for work with a long kiss and a wink, you started your daily routine; getting dressed and cleaning the sheets, something that doesn’t have to be done but you do anyways because you just can’t help it, doing your hair and applying your moisturizer without makeup because you’ve decided that ever since your husband revealed how much he loved looking at your face with or without makeup you would stop wearing makeup. You started making the dough for fresh cookies you would gift to the children at the library you visit and squeezing fresh lemon into a pitcher of ice water you leave in the fridge for when the mowers come.

You were not only compassionate about Arvin, but you were absolutely caring for the people of the town, even the ones that looked at you with shame because of the way you dress. You put others before yourself, and you didn’t have a regret about it.

When the clock struck noon, you had decided to go to the market for fish you were going to cook for dinner, and with only one car the two of you own that arvin uses to go to work, you decided to walk to the market. And, as a plus, the weather was completely clear and warm, meaning you would get to show some skin.

You only opted to be there for about a half hour so you still had time to clean the house as you hadn’t had time to the last couple of days, but when a man had approached you near the fruits and started asking you random questions, you knew your trip was going to be longer than expected.

“So . . . you’re Russell’s wife, huh?” You hummed as an answer, looking over the peaches and plums and picking the ones that looked the freshest and juiciest, the ones Arvin loves. “How does that even work? Does he even look over you? I bet you he makes you do everything for him, huh? That’s why you’re here instead of at home, in the kitchen, where you belong.” You ignored the way his words sounded and stopped yourself from rolling your eyes.

“No, not at all.” You paused, finally turning to the man, his hair greasy and slicked back, a blue plaid suit on him, signifying that he was one of the workers at the auto shop. “Arvin is way more than that, I choose to do everything for him, and as a ‘thanks’, he greets me with love and affection. You just think that since I’m a women and I’m at the market and not my husband that I’m being held under my will, huh?” When the man didn’t answer and clenched his jaw, you smiled sweetly and nodded, turning around and making your way through the store, grabbing everything you need and walking up to the register.

You placed your basket on the counter, smiling at the woman who scanned your items, recognizing her as the lady who reads to the children at the library. “Mrs. Russell, good morning! How’s Arvin been? I’ve heard about his promotion!”

You smiled sweetly at the woman, pulling out the small wallet you held in your clutch. “Good morning, Serena! Yes, Arvin’s very excited and I’m super proud of him. He’s been wanting this for months.” The woman smiled back, bagging your items and taking the money, giving you a goodbye and sending you off on your way.

As you walked through the streets of town, you wondered what your husband was doing, besides work, obviously. You wondered if he was thinking about you like you were with him. But who are you kidding, you are always on the man’s mind.

Returning home, you packed away the groceries and continued with your daily routine; cleaning the house and giving the stray cats that sit outside the house a can of tuna, putting peanut butter and bird seeds in the bird feeder, and planning this weeks dinners. You liked being ahead of time instead of choosing what to eat the day of, and Arvin liked it because he would be prepared of what you were cooking so if he needed to come home early or not.

He favored your chicken tomatillo tacos the most.

At work, your husband only thought of coming home and holding you in his arms, his entire thought process consisted of you and your smile, And, God, he would do anything to leave early and come home to you, but, in order for you both to have a stable life and income, he needed to work. Years ago, he often took double shifts for days you were running low on money and worked his ass off just to get you something nice. But now, as you are able to stay home and he works at a decent job with a better pay than the last one, he doesn’t have to worry all the time.

He’s finally able to do what he wants, whenever he wants.

Arvin heard the things the men at his job said about their wives, how they are just placement holders for their dicks, how they are whores just wanting to be held in a man’s arms, and listening to them made him want to vomit. He could and would never think of you like that, especially when you helped him through the worst time of his life.

So, when Arvin arrived home to see you preparing that night’s dinner, an apron covering your sundress and your hair parted into a ponytail with a bow tied around it, he saw the future right in front of him. He saw the children that would run up to him and surround him and hugs and giggles, he saw the small baby you would hold while walking up to him and greeting him with a soft kiss, he could see the small children faking disgust as they saw their parents kiss. He saw the entire future just by looking at you, and he loved it.

You hadn’t heard the door open softly, humming to the music sounding throughout the house, your hips swaying to the beat and your head slowly swinging left and right as you slowly cut up the fish for dinner with the red gloves on your hands, stopping your hands from touching the raw fish.

So, when you felt arms wrap around you and a head rest on your shoulder, you jumped and squeaked turning around and startling your husband as you held a knife. His eyes widened as he stepped back. “Hey, it’s me! It’s me, doll!”

You exhaled a large breath, leaning onto your knees as Arvin had to hold in his chuckles. “My God, Arvin! You about scared the heart out of me!” You leaned back up, breathing heavily and looking into the beautiful brown eyes of your husband, finally smiling at him as he muttered an apology.

“I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

You sighed, pealing off the gloves and stepping forward, your heals clicking against the floor as you wrapped your arms around Arvin’s neck, his hands falling to your hips, his thumbs rubbing the skin gently. You smiled sweetly, “I missed you.”

Arvin grinned. “I missed you too, darlin’. You don’t know how hard it was to listen to the men at work and not get annoyed.” You giggled, listening to his aggravated tone, leaning forward and standing in your tiptoes in your heels, connecting your lips in a passionate kiss.

Arvin hummed into the kiss, fully wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, one of your hands moving to rest on his cheek, your thumb smoothing over the stubble slowly growing on his jaw. When you finally parted, you both breathed heavily, leaning your foreheads against each other.

Arvin sighed, “God, this is my favorite part of the day, apart from seeing you naked when we shower.” He chuckled when you hit his chest and moved from his arms and turned around to finish cutting the fish and placing them in the pan of oil.

The whole time you cooked dinner, Arvin watched, his arms wrapped around you and his head leaning on his shoulder, a contented smile on his face as he listen to your voice, explaining about the different things you did while he was gone, placing soft kisses on the exposed skin of your collarbone ever so often. He loved listening to you, whether it would be explaining your day or confessing your love for him, he would listen to you even if you were explaining the way the world spun. Because with you, he was completely and utterly soft.

When dinner was ready and Arvin set the table, you two sat down and started eating, his hand covering yours on the table ever so often, a smile on his face as he told you how good you were at cooking just to see the blush on your face. He wasn’t lying when he said it, you truly were the best cook he ever met.

“Did you go to the market like you had told me?” Your husband asked, eating another piece of fish and taking a sip of his wine.

You nodded, humming. “Yes, I also grabbed a couple pieces of fresh fruit, it’s cut and washed in the fridge, along with lemon water.” He grinned at you sweetly, wondering what he had done to ever deserve you. “But, something happened at the market today.” His smile faded when he saw the small frown on your face, his eyebrows furrowing as he stopped eating.

“What happened, doll?”

You cleared your throat, placing your fork down and wiping your mouth with your napkin. “Well . . . I was planning on only spending an hour there at most, but then a man walked up to me, I think he works at the auto shop.” Arvin had to stop himself from creating all types of scenarios in his head, waiting for you to continue. “I guess he knows me, because he knows I’m your wife, but . . . he kept asking me weird questions like if you actually care for me or if I’m just someone you’re using for sex like some of the other men and how he could probably treat me better. I didn’t really know what to think of it, but all I did was tell him you are the greatest husband I’ve ever had and it seemed to make him angry.”

Arvin clenched his fists, stopping himself from standing up from the table and finding the man who insulted not only him, but his wife. “He followed me around the store a couple of times, but he didn’t talk to me after.”

You cleared your throat once more when all you heard was silence, thinking the worst, that your husband was angry with you, that he thought it was your fault. It was times like these that you hated overthinking.

“Arvin?” The man came back to reality, looking at your face and feeling guilty of the small frown planted on it. “Are you mad?”

Your husband shook his head, “I’m mad doll, just not at you.” He paused, giving your body a once over as you clenched your thighs to stop yourself from moaning at the way his eyes darkened. He slowly rose from his seat, walking over to you in large steps and leaning down, his mouth only inches away from his. “Maybe I should show him who you belong to, hm?”

THAT WAS HOW YOU LANDED HERE, your body convulsing as your husband let his tongue glide throughout your folds, long slow licks and fast short kitten licks, his mouth closing over your clit and sucking it into his mouth, tugging on it slightly and running his teeth over it smoothly.

“God, Arvin! fuck, oh my god- please, pl-” Nothing that came out of your mouth sounded like words, your sentences slurring and your back arching as the sensations from his tongue guided you to a high like no other. He hummed into your pussy, sending a vibration through your body that sent you flying, your hands running to his hair to yank him closer, your hips moving up and down, Arvin not even trying to stop you.

“Please, Arvin, please.” You didn’t even know what you were pleading for, but it seemed as though he had, because his hands ran along the skin of your stomach and landed on your breasts, pinching the buds between his forefinger and thumb and rolling them, sending you to your first orgasm.

“Go on, doll. Let go, give me it all.”

With his encouraging words, your back arched from the bed painfully and your juices flowed to his tongue, Arvin groaning as he licked them up. Guiding you through your high with long soft licks, running his hands around your skin.

As your body slumped against the bed, he finally tore his mouth from you and grinned up at you, his chin coated in your slick and his hands softly squeezing your convulsing thighs. He leaned up, moving over you and resting on his elbows, interlocking your lips together softly. “Are you okay? Do you need to stop?”

You grinned up at your husband, moving your hands to his cheek, pulling his lips to yours once more before pulling back and slowly guiding one of your hands to his boxers, breathing in the groan he emitted when your manicured finger softly ran over his slightly exposed tip, his eyes squeezing shut.

“I never need a break when it comes to you, Arvin.” With that, you pushed his body slightly and laid him on his back, planting kisses on his neck while he rested his hands behind his head, whimpering slightly at the feel of your lips on his skin. You moved your lips down, planting kisses on the ink of his chest, tracing the tattoo of your name on his collarbone with your tongue, tugging his skin between your teeth and sucking lightly, feeling his dick twitch in his pants.

You loved the way he would bite his bottom lip to keep his whimpers in. You loved the way he would slightly move his hips, just to feel your exposed pussy glide over his clothed cock. And you loved the way your name fell from his lips.

When you finally got to the band of his pants, you wasted no time in pulling them down and moving your hand to wrap around his cock, licking a long stripe from the base to his tip and reminiscing at the way he groaned. Your lips wrap around his tip, your tongue licking his slit and finally moving down, shoving his dick down your throat and arching your back to give him a view of your ass, the second thing he loved most about you.

The sounds of wet slurping and gagging filled the room as Arvin moaned loudly, not caring if the neighbors hear. He wanted people to know how much you give him pleasure, he wanted everyone to know who’s dick you suck every night.

You breathed through your nose as you sucked him off, knowing he was close by the way his dick twitched in your mouth, your hand moving to his balls, fondling them between your fingers and feeling them clench. You didn’t stop, even when your husband gave you a warning that he was close. You didn’t stop when his hand moved down to your hair to guide you up and down at the pace he liked. And you didn’t stop, even when his load filled your mouth.

At some point, Arvin had to push you off his dick, the overstimulation being too much for him, your breathing heavy as you move up to his torso, kissing his lips and letting him taste him from your tongue. Your hand moved down to guide his dick between your folds, both of you gasping when you slowly moved down, your lips disconnecting and your body moving up as you rested your hands on his chest, your nails scratching the skin.

“God, doll. you feel fucking amazing.” You moaned at his words, not even starting with a slow pace, speeding things up and moving up and down at a fast pace, a small scream falling from your lips as his hands move to your waist and one of them slap your ass, guiding you up and down.

Your body fell back a bit, your hands bracing themselves on his thighs and giving him a view of his cock moving in and out of you, making his cock twitch in you. He kept moaning out encouraging words that kept blurring in your mind as you moaned loudly and shamelessly.

“Oh shit, oh fuck, Arvin, Arvin! Oh, I’m so close!” His hands smooth over the skin of your waist, moving down to your thighs and back up to your breasts, fondling them like he had before, your hands moving over them as you continued to rock on him.

“Come on, doll. Cum for me, give me it all.” Your mouth opened in a silent scream, your body stopping its movements although Arvin’s hands slowly moved you forward and backwards as your cum sprayed out, coating his chest in your juices. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” He mumbled under his breath, his dick twitching as he reached his high, his cum falling from his dick in spurts as you get your breathing stabled, feeling full from the warmth of his cum.

As you leaned onto your husband, ignoring the sticky substance on his skin and burrowing your face into his neck, his smiled at the ceiling, running his hands over your thick thighs and placing kisses on your forehead.

“I love you, Y/N Russell.”

You blushed, kissing his neck. “I love you more, Arvin Russell.”

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, age gap, possible abuse, alcoholism, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your father is strict but his authority is challenged by the boy in town and the man at his door.

Characters: Arvin Russell, Lee Bodecker

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You keep your head down as you near the store. That group of boys is smoking at the corner again, their stained white tees and dusty old flannel jackets smell of sawdust and oil. Your daddy always tells you not to talk to strange men and except for him, they're all strange. 

"Hey, doll, where you in a rush to?" One of them flicks a cigarette away as he breathe smoke behind you. 

You hurry up as he whistles, "yeah, walk faster, girl. Wiggle them hips." 

"Quiet," another hisses and you hear the heavy thump of a slap against his shoulder, "ain't no way to talk to a lady." 

Footsteps rush after you and before you can reach the door, it opens, the bell jangling above as one of the men pulls it back. You look at his boots, grimy, laces fraying, slouching around the ankles. His other hand dangles by his side, cap folded in his grip. 

"I'm really sorry about Jethro, miss, he's got a real nasty mouth," he says, "you alright?" 

You nod and say nothing as you continue inside. 

"You're scarin' her, Arv," another man calls over, "look at her shaking in her shoes." 

He sighs and lets the door close between you as he turns back to respond. His words are muffled as you take a basket and flit into an aisle. Mr. Canavan is behind the counter, flipping through a newspaper as the radio crackles. You pick out the few staples running low in your pantry and add on a bottle of rum for your pa. 

"Afternoon, miss," Canavan greets in his piggish snort. You return the sentiment as you wait for him to tally up your order. "How's your daddy?" 

"Good, good," you answer as you peek towards the window. The men cross the street and disperse, some still walking in pairs. 

"He got a thirst?" he comments on the bottle. 

"Doesn't he always?" You count out the money and hand it to him. 

"Yeah but he usually takes care of that down at Hal's." 

"Lost too much on the table last time," you shake your head as he gives you back the change. 

He packs up a paper bag and you thank him, sliding it off the counter. It's heavy and makes your shoulders ache. You shouldn't have waited so long. 

You push the door open with your hip and turn, nearly colliding with another. The same man chuckles as he puts a hand on your elbow to keep you from toppling. You bite your lip and his eyes fall to his touch, dropping his arm guiltily. 

"Sorry, miss," he says as he sweeps back a curly lock that droops down his forehead, putting his cap over his hair to hold it back, "didn't mean to scare ya." 

"It's fine," you nearly whisper. 

"I wanted to say sorry again for my friends, if I can call them that. They don't see ladies often and they forget their manners." 

"Really, it's okay," you insist with a squeak. 

"Nah, it isn't," he counters, "but I told 'em to leave you alone." 

"Oh, thank you," you look past him. 

There's a pause. Awkward as he digs his heel into the ground. He chuckles and rubs his hands together. 

"That looks heavy, can I help ya with that?" he asks. 

You look at your armful. You don't know if you should. Would he be mad if you say no? He hasn't been mean. 

"Just halfway," he offers, "not tryna creep on ya or nothing, I'll just walk you to your corner." 

You press your lips together. Your daddy wouldn't see him at the corner.  

"I really feel bad about those other jerks," he continues, "so least I can do is carry your groceries." 

"Okay," you utter. 

You stand stupidly as he grins at you. You catch a glimpse of his dark eyes and crooked smile before your eyes return to the ground. He gently reaches to shift the bag out of your arms and lifts it easily. He steps back and you feel his gaze hanging over you. 

"Which way am I goin?" he asks. 

"Oh, uh," you point past him. 

He turns and waits for you to come up beside him before he starts off. He's shorter than the others but his shoulders are broad. He's still got a couple inches on you, though he's much trimmer. You catch up and focus on keeping pace with him. 

"I'm Arvin," he says. 

"Um," you breathe and muster your name in return. 

"I like that. It's pretty. Hope you're husband wouldn't mind me sayin' so." 

"Husband? I'm not–" 

You stop at the corner as you wait for several cars to pass before crossing. A brown and white cruiser rolls past and you watch the bumper disappear down the next street. You continue on as Arvin kicks a pebble unwittingly. 

"Not married?" he finishes for you. 

"I live with my pa," you answer. 

"Course. You must be young then." 

"I'm grown," you insist.  

You hate how your daddy teases you in the same vein, especially when he has friends over. It felt worse coming from someone nearly your own age, or looks to be. 

"Ah, just wonderin'," he assures. 

You're quiet as you carry on. You know you shouldn't still be at home. Lots of girls in Knockemstiff marry before they finish school. You haven't even had a date, not a kiss, or a look in your direction. 

"Just up here," you point to the next corner. 

He nods and carries on, stopping at the end of the street as he turns to you, "you sure I can't walk you all the way?" 

"My pa wouldn't like that." 

"He loves you, huh?" 

"He's my pa," you shrug and reach for the bag. He hands it over reluctantly. 

"I hope I see ya around. I work down at the mill. For Mr. Haroldson. Case you're wonderin' where to find me." 

"Thanks," you hug the groceries. 

He gives a tight-lipped smile. Disappointment twitches in his cheek. 

"See ya ‘round then." 

"Maybe," you answer as you turn away. 

You continue down your street. Halfway, you look back. Still watching you, he waves and slowly walks back the way you came. You spin back along the old country road, houses speckled over flat fields. You pass the rusty old brown truck at the edge of your pa's property, the sheriff's cruiser parked closer to the shed. 

You didn't expect company tonight. It must've been the same cruiser you saw at the corner. Your dread bubbles up but you quickly tamp it down. The sheriff always makes you nervous. He's talkative and you're... not. 

As you go inside, you hear your pa grumbling. You put down the groceries as the screen door clatters and take off your tweed jacket. You hang it as you step out of your boots. 

"You know we miss you down at the station," Bodecker's voice nears as his footsteps lurk, "there she is." 

Before you can retrieve your haul, he has it in his arms, "how ya doin', baby girl?" 

His usual pet name makes you squirm. Your pa says it's just him being nice. You never say anything against it. 

"I got it–" 

You try to take the bag but he holds it away from you. 

"Nah, what kinda man would I be, let alone a sheriff, if I didn't help a lady?" 

He winks and turns away from you, leading you past the doorway of the front room. You peer over at your father as he scowls and gulps from a can of beer. The sheriff likely brought the appeasing six pack to ease his presence. 

"What's for dinner tonight?" Bodecker asks as he puts the bag on the counter, peering inside. 

"I'm making a meat pie," you explain as you go to the fridge, "be more than enough for company, if you like?" 

"Now, how'd such a sweet thing like you come from that old coot?" He smirks over as you take out the beef wrapped in brown paper. 

You shrug and take the cutting board from against the wall. He doesn't move as you set up around him. You hate how his eyes follow you. Every time he's around. 

"You don't gotta work?" You ask as you reach for the bag. He pushes it towards you as he steps closer, looming over you. 

"I'm off duty for the night. Think I might indulge with your daddy," he reaches into the bag, his belly brushing your elbow as he lifts out the rum, "good brand." 

"Pa likes it," you step away as you search the cupboard. 

"You're old enough, you could join us after dinner–" 

"I don't like the taste and my pa don't want me drinking," you kneel to pull a pan out from the drawer. 

"Good habit not to take up," he clunks the bottle on the counter and rests his hand on the neck, "that boy you were walkin' with, he your friend?" 

"Boy? No, he was being helpful is all." 

"Was he, now?" He comes closer as you stand, "I know that boy, he ain't helpful." 

You glance at him. His blue eyes cling to you and you don't miss how they wander to the top of your blouse. You put the pan down and turn to grab your apron.  

He comes up behind you and takes the string, tying them tight as you wince in surprise. 

"Well, you're young. I'm sure you're fixing to find a husband soon. I'm just lookin' out for you." 

"I'm not looking for a husband," you draw away from him, "thank you, sheriff." 

"Well, your daddy won't live forever. Who's gonna take care of you, then?" 

You face him and frown, "I don't wanna think about that, sheriff, and I got dinner to make." 

"I'm sorry, baby girl, I worry about you. How long have I known you? I can't help it." 

"Thank you, sheriff, for worrying, but I'll be just fine." 

He tilts his head, bemusement sparkles in his vibrant irises, "I'm sure ya will be, baby girl… very fine." 

He sidles away and you return to the counter, pulling a knife from the block. The sooner dinner's on the table, the sooner you can go hide. 

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You clear your plate first, dinner’s made less appetizing by the sheriff and his leer. Your father doesn't help as he drinks more than he talks and you're left to entertain Lee's comments about your cooking and the same blouse he'd seen you in a dozen times. 

As you stand, the sheriff slurps from his beer and watches you. His lips shine as he puts the can down and smirks, "baby girl, you mind gettin' me the ketchup?" 

You swallow and nod, "certainly, sheriff." 

You turn and carry your plate into the kitchen, clunking it down on the counter before pulling open the fridge. You take the glass bottle of Heinz and return to the dining room to set it down.  

"Pa, you need anything?" 

"Dammit, Marcy, leave me be. I told ya… patrol's been busy," he waves his hand at you dismissively, your mother's name giving you pause. Lee hesitates as he twists off the metal lid. 

"I… pa, I…" 

"Is this what you're gon' do? Pester me?" Your daddy slurs, "'cause what? She was only being nice, ya know? I was too, I couldn't say no–" 

"Jack," Lee reaches over and pats your father's arm with his knuckles, "ain't there a game on soon? That old radio still work?" 

Your father blinks drunkenly and scowls. He shakes his head and hiccups, swearing as he tries to drink from his empty can. He tosses it so it bounces off the edge of the table. 

"Course it does," he sneers. 

"You got twenty on the home team?" Lee goads, "I should lock ya up for gambling." 

"Ah shut up," your father glowers into a dark chuckle, "it's you that's gon pay me fifty anyhow. Can't lock a man up for winning." 

"Ah sure, Jack," Lee stands and claps your father's shoulder, "come on. We’re missing the first." 

You don’t miss how the sheriff shifts his grip and lurches your father out of his chair. He gives him a nudge toward the front room and glances back at you. You should be grateful for the redirection, yet the leer in his eyes only makes you nervous. You know he’ll be wanting thanks for that for a long time to come. 

“How about you bring some of that rum out with dessert?” Lee smirks as he follows your father towards the den. 

You don’t mention that you didn’t have anything planned for dessert. He doesn’t wait for you to say so. He chuckles and teases your dad again about the wager. 

You’ll have to come up with something. You might be able to spare enough for cream puffs. Those were always ma’s specialty. 

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All Things End 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss (death, miscarriage), and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Arvin Russell

Summary: Newly widowed, you take a job at the local grocer to make end's meet.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your shoulders bangs and you falter, setting the bag of flour back on the flat. It’s been bothering you lately, mostly in the mornings. The joint burns when you raise your arm too far and there’s a knot right under your shoulder blade. You hold back a grunt and try again, heaving the heavy sack onto the shelf, a dusting puffing onto your apron.

You reach for the next but find it no easier. Before you can take the next, it’s lifted out of your grasp and easily placed on the stack. You look up at the man as he grins at you. You know him but everyone knows everyone around here. 

You might know his name but you don’t know much of Arvin Russell. He’s younger than you, much younger. You knew his father when he was still around but he died years ago. Funny how those things go.

“Let me get this” he chimes and hauls another sack onto the shelf. 

You stand straight, hands on your hips, “please, you don’t gotta… it’s my job.”

“They got a lady like you doing all this?” He asks as he tosses another like it’s nothing. Are they really that heavy or are you just getting weaker?

“Really, I can’t let you–” you grab the other end of the sack in his hands.

“I don’t mind,” he insists.

“That’s nice but my manager–”

“Ah, don’t worry about him,” he shrugs and a strand of his reddish hair droops down his forehead.

“Really, it’s fine,” you tug on the sack again.

“My mama taught me not to let a lady do the heavy lifting,” he argues.

“Well, I’m sure she meant the young pretty ones,” you wrestle away the bag and do you best not to teeter, “you’re nice but I gotta do this.”

He lingers, watching you, waiting for you to falter. You hold your breath as you ignore the fire in your shoulder. You’re embarrassed. When you were his age, it wouldn’t be a real task. He can’t understand the way the years eat away at you, though you suspect he understands some things.

“I didn’t know you worked here,” he says as he takes a can from the shelf, paying special attention to the baking powder label.

“Couple months ago…” you say vaguely.

“Mmm,” he nods and puts the can back, “I… awful what happened to your old man.”

“Yours too,” you counter and cringe, “sorry, I–”

“It’s okay, you get it,” he says, “never really goes away, does it?”

You shake your head, “not really.” 

You drop the last bag on the shelf and huff. You wipe your hands on your apron and grab the dolly handle, pumping the flat up on the wheels. Arvin steps back to the other side of the shelf to clear your path.

“Thanks,” you steer past him.

“No problem,” he hums, “have a good one.”

You keep on, turning the flat towards the warehouse doors. You push through the swinging doors and leave it with the rest for Casey to load or unload. You roll your shoulder but it only makes it worse. You whimper and kick the doors open with your foot as you go back onto the floor.

There’s no hiding since you started at the grocery store. Every face is familiar, every eyes is judging, they all know who you are, and they all look at you with pity. The whispers are often louder than that. 

‘Poor thing.’ ‘Did you hear how her husband went?’ ‘Never even had a child.’ ‘Never one that lived.’ 

Your grief makes for good gossip. You ignore their wagging tongues. You need money if you want to keep the house and what Ben left behind, isn’t enough to last. It’s the only thing left of him and you can’t let it go.

You go up to cash and take over at the till. Lynette puts her basket on the counter as she greets her in her crowlike voice. She’s the worst of them. Everyone knows she sits on her phone and makes her rounds, calling to gather intel like some mafioso.

“Did ya hear?” She beams, “Molly’s having a fifth.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” you put on a fake smile as you play minion.

“Don’t know yet if it’s a boy or a girl, though I think she’s got enough of both–” she suddenly covers her mouth, “oh, hon, I forgot, I’m so sorry–”

“Hm? What do you mean?” You hold back your agitation.

Of course it wasn’t an accident. She’s needling for something. She wants to see you crack. Life hasn’t been kind but you’re just fine with it. You’re getting on.

“It’s just… I know it’s been hard and now… Benny’s gone…”

“Ben,” you correct her, unable to restrain that ounce of distaste, “it’s life.”

“Mmm, you have my sympathies,” she places her hand over her heart as you scan a dozen can of discount tuna. She must have a pantry full of Atlantic skipjack.

You grumble as you focus on your work. She won’t get much from you but you sure she’ll make something up. She’s got too much time for her own good. Her only hobby is talking. You read out her total and accept her check, tucking it under the drawer. Only your goodbye is genuine as you’re all too happy to see the back of her.

You look over as Arvin approaches. Unlike Lynette, he takes the items from his basket and sets them on the counter. You could sing just at the simple consideration. You ask him if he wants a bag as you start scanning.

“Should just need the one,” he says, “slow day?”

“Always is around here,” you shrug, wincing at the tug in your shoulder.

“Don’t mind, it’s my day off,” he smiles, “but I hope it goes by quickly for you.”

“Eh,” you mutter as you put a can of maple beans in the paper bag. Those were Ben’s favourite, you��d make him with sausage and a bit of your blueberry chutney. “Hope you’re not spending your whole day doing errands.”

“Just this,” he says brightly. You look at him as he beams, watching you with that grin. He’s polite, his father would be proud. “How much do I owe ya?”

You give him his total and he counts out bills from his wallet. You return his change and a receipt. He tucks them away as you go to grab his bag. He’s quicker, scooping it away before you can get it.

“I got it,” he says, “you take it easy.”

“Uh, thanks, have a good day,” you stand straight and your cheek ticks as a strike of lightning runs up the back of your neck.

“Shoulder won’t get any better if you don’t,” he tuts as he struts around the end of the counter.

You furrow your brow as you watch him go. He offers a small wave before he sets his sights to the exit. You turn back to the till and grip the edge of the counter. How did he know?

[brain-palace]

Notes: This post is created as an archive for myself so I can easily find the fics I love. If you're looking for something new to read feel free to have a look I recommend everything here. I read many different characters/universes, so I'll list them all so you don't waste time looking at something that isn't relevant to you. If you find something you like please show the fics and their authors some love! Also, this is a long post!

Disclaimer: None of the works below belongs to me unless it explicitly says so. © - All rights reserved to the authors. If a fic does not have a name I will make one up for the sake of archival purposes.

Characters/Universes TWD (The walking dead) - Daryl & Rick | Criminal Minds - Hotch & Ried | Stranger Things - Eddie, Steve, Billy | MCU - Peter Parker | Peakcy blinders - Tommy, John, Arthur, Alfie | The devil all the time - Arvin russel | Sherlock

Key ➸ Angst ☁ | Fluff ♡ | Crack ❈ | On-going ✎ | Completed ✓ | Smut 🔞 |

Daryl Dixon (TWD) ↴ Series ↴

Spitfire | by @rfsak2 | OC (Original character) | "Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one." | ✎

Close to home | by @paintyoureyeswithavividmind | "When a run goes poorly and Daryl is separated from his group, a stranger and her companion help get him out of a sticky situation. Little does Daryl know this stranger is much closer to home and his life is going to get a bit more complicated" | ✎♡ ☁

Return | by @daryl-dixon-daydreams | "Daryl loses Y/N when they head into Atlanta to rescue Beth. Her absence colours his years until they find each other again." | ♡ ☁ ❈ ✎

Till dead do us part | by @xwritingdixonx | "Daryl Dixon hasn't seen his wife in 3 years until he strolls through the gates of Alexandria. Reunited with his love and his family, he should feel peace, tranquillity, warmth. Instead, he's faced with confusion, shock, and heartache. Just like so many others put through the abuse and torment of the world, it changes people. Twists your mind, makes all your morals disappear. The kind waitress, the brave bartender, Georgia's delight, Mrs. Dixon. Now, mother of nothing - daughter of rage. The whore of Alexandria. A conqueror with tits. Why can't the Blackwell family get a word in before the people of Alexandria point fingers and create storybook titles? It's finally your turn to talk and Daryl's turn to listen." |

Oneshots ↴

The regulars | by daryl-dixon-daydreams | "Based on watching your interactions, Daryl thinks you, a bartender at a local dive, may actually have a thing for his older brother Merle, but a series of events at the bar may begin to show him otherwise" | ♡

All I'm living for | by @alldevilsharehere90 | "Just when you finally got the man you wanted, another surprise could threaten your relationship, especially when a herd of walkers is almost at your doorstep." | ☁ ♡

Old childhood fools | by @r66dus | "Drunk Daryl and y/n fooling around at the CDC" | 🔞

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Rick Grimes (TWD) ↴ Series ↴

The Claim | by @woman-of-balnain | Despite everything that’s going on, despite the world going to shit, despite wanting to stay on Hershel’s good side, despite his marriage falling apart, despite the way he knows he’s broken… despite it all, Rick can’t fight how badly he wants you. | 🔞✓

Undone in sorrow | by woman-of-balnain | "Finally coming face to face with Negan threatens the ties that bind your relationship with Rick together. After that first meeting, the two of you try to pick up the broken pieces of one another and become whole again." | ☁ 🔞

The nurse | by @itsgrimeytime | " Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You'd always wondered where he'd ended up; until in your search for shelter, you run into a familiar face" | ✎♡ ☁

Magnolia in May | by itsgrimeytime | "Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumours of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing." | ✎♡ ☁

Swear | by @daryandricky | "Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe." | ✎♡ ☁

Oneshots ↴

The life we could have had | by itsgrimeytime | "Rick knows you're gone, he does. He just keeps seeing you in everything" |

Everything I wanted | by @bloatedandalone04 | "The one where both you and rick are really bad at communicating your feelings." |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Peter Parker (MCU) ↴ Oneshot ↴

Stacked against you (tasm)| by @delicate-dorothea | "Summary: You confront Spider-Man about his true identity, manila envelope style (literally)." |❈

No chance (tasm) | by @spider-stark | "Thinking he has no chance with y/n as himself, Peter begins approaching them as Spider-Man." |

Are you busy (tasm)| by @luveline | "You’re worried you don’t know how to kiss. your best friend Peter offers to teach you how among other things" | ♡

In the real world | by luveline | "You notice something about Spider-Man during a violent villain showdown, then you have to save his life."

White lies, red & blue tights (tasm) | by @t-lostinworlds | "You and Peter accidentally dressed up in the same costumes for Halloween. But he was not wearing a costume, it was his suit. You simply didn’t know that your favorite superhero and your boyfriend were the same. Who would’ve thought that seeing you in red and blue would be the breaking point of his lies" | ♡

Question (tom)| by @waitimcomingtoo | "Peter accidentally sends you mixed signals when he kisses you for the first time then stands you up" | ♡ ☁

It was fun, being 21 (tom)| by @loverwebs | "In which your boyfriend, Peter Parker, doesn't make it to your birthday dinner. So you walk home alone, only to run into the city's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." | ♡ ☁

Series ↴

Infinitely you (all of them) | by spider-stark | "In every universe you are the one person Peter Parker will always love more than anything; unfortunately, he always realizes it too late. Now that they've been granted a second chance none of them are willing to miss out on finally making things right." | ☁ ♡ ✎|

The red string | by @never--doubt | "Once a year, everyone over a certain age can see the Red String of Fate that connects them to their soulmate. This year, Peter Parker is ready to find his soulmate, be with them. But the question is…is his soulmate ready?" |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Steve Harrington (ST) ↴ Series ↴

Nail to the coffin | by @thetargaryenbride | "Y/N Byers wondered what would end up being the death of the small town she lived in. She never expected that the last nail on the coffin would be hammered by monsters from another dimension who would end up hunting down her friends and family one by one…" | ☁

You deserve each other | by @bimrwolf | "You and Steve have been together for five years. He's seemingly the perfect boyfriend, kisses on the cheek, knowing your orders at the restaurant. A great lover. Too bad you've had enough can't stand him." |

Oneshots ↴

The way you call me "Baby" | by @forevermoreharrington | "Steve’s been so patient with his girl but he just can’t take it anymore and neither can she" | 🔞

Love on the brain | by @vendettaparker | "You suffer from a bad case of pregnancy brain, leaving Steve to hover over you, much to your annoyance." | ♡

Almost Got It | by @mentalpolaroids | "She’s a barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Steve’s name on purpose" | ♡

Tainted Love | by @megxplryxb | ☁ ♡

Tornado warnings | by @harringtonwebs | "You and Steve had a very intense relationship now that you're up, hates to see you with someone new." |

I will always be right there | by @familyvideostevie | "you come first. you’re always my first choice." | ♡

Tell me again | by @appocalipse | "Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?" |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Eddie Munson ↴ Oneshot ↴

Mechanic Eddie | by @whoahoney | "Reader’s shit box car pooped out on her once again, but at least the cute new mechanic seems eager to help." | ♡

Say you love me | by @marianita195 | "Based on the TikTok trend where girls don’t say “I love you” back to their boyfriends. " | ♡ ❈

Bookworm | by @corroded-hellfire | "Eddie has a thing for the local bookworm he just doesn't show it in the best way." | ☁ ♡

I'm Eddie - Eddie Munson | by @cosmal | "Your father finds Eddie in your room in the middle of something. eddie's a smug bastard." |

His glasses | by @pedgito | "Eddie in his glasses is just adorable" |

Grand Gesture | by appocalipse | "catching feelings for your best friend was never in your plans. when you start distancing yourself from him to protect your heart, eddie vows to do everything in his power to keep it forever." | ♡

Never Kissed | by cosmal | "eddies first date with you doesn't go how he'd planned and he hadn't even expected a kiss. still, you kiss him because you want to."

Series ↴

Worlds Apart | by @munsons-maiden | "You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected lifeline and turns your world upside down." | ☁ ♡

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Spencer Ried (CM) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Passive Agressive | by @ddejavvu | "Spencer’s stressed, and he takes it out on you. You’re sure it would have hurt far worse if he’d shouted, but instead, he broke you down bit by bit, his cold demeanour leaving you crying in your car." | ☁ ♡

Tactic Admissions | by @almostgenerallyalways | "Spencer lands in the hospital, and you have to come clean with yourself." | ☁ ♡

Days off with Spencer | by @justmyheart | ♡

Back to you | by @radiant-reid | "Spencer never thought she would love him the way he loves her, but he also never thought she would come back from the dead" | ☁ ♡

No hair for you, devil! | by @thyme-in-a-bubble |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Aaron Hotchner (CM) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Self-Made | by @her-storybooks | "The BAU gets a visitor who tares through the bullpen and leaves everyone in puddles of mush and exploded hearts." | ♡

Good for him | by @ptersparkers | "Aaron loves you. he hopes his son loves you as much as he does." | ♡

Better than morphine | by her-storybooks | "Broken Bone. When Y/N gets her leg broken by an UnSub, she clings to Aaron to help dull the pain." | ☁ ♡

Spontaneous phenomena | by @luveline | "Hotch touches your face much more than a boss should. Or, 5 times you have a nosebleed +1 time Hotch does." | ☁ ♡

Old man problems | by @hoe4hotchner | "Can you possibly write an imagine where Hotch pulls his back on a case, and the fem'reader offers to help him work it out in a friendly way because she was once a licensed massage therapist? Aaron of course is hesitant but gives in and allows it. But it gets heated" | ♡

Sweeter than fiction | By @hotchgirlsummer | "The bau decides to throw a small birthday party for Hotch. the reader is tasked with baking a cake, could this be their chance to express feelings?" |

A solitary mistake | by luveline | " You're not sure you're ready to come back. Hotch has total faith in you. Or, your transition back into the team after your abduction doesn't go as smoothly as you'd hoped." |

I'm Sorry | by @14buddy22 | "Aarons been treating you differently lately" | ☁

New mom | by @marvelslut16 |

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Thomas Shelby (PB) ↴ Series ↴

Challenge of a name | by @gypsy-girl-08 | "Y/N is new to Birmingham, she works at an accountant firm. In this part, The Shelby’s arrive at her office to pick up their accounts, where she meets Thomas for the first time. She was in a long-term relationship and is recently single, having moved for a fresh start. Still recovering from the split, she has no intention of meeting anyone else."

Tachipen | by @zablife | "With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known." |

Angst | by @murphyoclock | "Your and Tommy's argument gets out of hand when you provocatively try to make him jealous at his charity party." | ☁

Oneshots ↴

Peaky caps and razorblades | by @acewritesfics | "y/n helps Tommy sew his blades into his cap." | ♡

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John Shelby (PB) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Just play along | by @runnning-outof-time | "When the person who (Y/N) feels has been following her gets a little too close for comfort, she makes a quick decision that involves John Shelby and some good acting...or maybe no acting at all." |

Red lipstick | by @kkurades | "You feel flattered when charlie shelby asks to marry you while your husband feels like he could strangle his nephew" |

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Alfie Solomon (PB) ↴ Oneshots

A very Shelby Christmas | by @cillmequick | "Alfie and his sassy little wife find themselves in the midst of the Shelby clan for Christmas because Alfie’s sister is in a relationship with Tommy." |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Steddie (ST) ↴ Oneshots

Cookies and consoling | by @mangchai | "After a hard day, you return home to your boyfriends who want to cheer you up." | ♡

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Billy (ST) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Bartender Billy | by @billysbabyy |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Arvin Russel (TDATT)↴ Oneshots ↴

Mockingbird | by waitimcomingtoo | "Arvin joins a book club just to see you but has to pretend to be your boyfriend to stay"

Notes: This post only contains all longer fics I will be creating a separate post for shorter fics/ i.e. headcanons, imagines, drabbles and scenarios that I love. The link to that will be here → The little things.

[nickeverdeen]

Bruised Knuckles | Arvin Russell x male!reader (best friend)

Pairings: Arvin Russell x male!reader (platonic)

Type of fic: Friendship/Platonic Bond, Drama

Warnings: Blood, fighting

Summary: You fix Arvin up after he got into a fight in order to protect his sister

Tag List: @callsignwidow

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The sun had begun its slow descent beyond the hills of Knockemstiff, Ohio, casting long shadows across the town's dirt roads. Arvin Russell trudged down one of those roads, his head hung low, blood trickling from his nose and bruises forming on his knuckles. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, but a grim satisfaction lingered within him. He’d done what needed to be done for Lenora.

As he rounded a corner near the old church, he spotted a familiar figure walking toward him—his best friend, [Y/N]. The sight of you made him hesitate, but there was no hiding the state he was in.

"Arvin?" you called out, concern evident in your voice as you quickened your pace toward him. "What the hell happened to you?"

Arvin tried to wave you off, wiping at the blood on his face with the back of his hand, but it only smeared the red across his cheek. “It’s nothin’, [Y/N]. Just ran into some trouble, that’s all.”

You weren’t buying it. Without another word, you wrapped an arm around Arvin’s shoulder, guiding him towards your house. “Come on. We need to get you cleaned up.”

Arvin didn’t resist. He was too tired to argue, and deep down, he was grateful for your help. You led him inside, straight to the small kitchen where you kept the first-aid kit. The house was quiet, the only sounds being the creaking of the wooden floorboards and the occasional drip of water from the kitchen faucet.

You sat Arvin down at the table and pulled out a chair for yourself, setting the first-aid kit on the table. “Let me see,” you said softly, tilting his head up to get a better look at the damage.

Arvin winced as you cleaned the cut on his nose, but he stayed silent, his eyes avoiding yours. You worked methodically, dabbing at his wounds with antiseptic before pressing a clean cloth against the worst of the bleeding.

“So,” you finally asked, breaking the tense silence, “are you gonna tell me what happened, or do I have to guess?”

Arvin sighed, leaning back in the chair as you finished patching him up. “Some fellas were givin’ Lenora a hard time… doin’ things they shouldn’t. I couldn’t let it go, [Y/N].”

Your jaw tightened as you heard those words. You knew how much Arvin cared about Lenora—how protective he was of her, especially since the passing of his parents. But knowing he’d gone into a fight on his own didn’t sit well with you.

“Arvin,” you said, your voice steady but firm, “you should’ve told me. I’d have been there in a heartbeat. You know I’d gladly join you.”

Arvin looked at you, surprise flickering in his tired eyes. He knew you meant it, that you’d have his back no matter what. But part of him had wanted to handle it alone, to protect you from getting involved in something that could turn ugly. But now, looking at you, he realized maybe that wasn’t his decision to make.

“I know, [Y/N],” Arvin replied, his voice softer now. “But I didn’t want to drag you into my mess. It’s my problem to deal with.”

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Arvin, we’re best friends. Your problems are my problems. Next time, you don’t go doing somethin’ like this alone, you hear me?”

Arvin couldn’t help but smile back, a bit of the tension easing from his shoulders. “Yeah… I hear you.”

You finished bandaging up his hand, your touch gentle despite the roughness of the work. Once you were done, you stood up, crossing your arms as you looked down at him. “You stayin’ here tonight? It’s better than walkin’ back home in the dark, especially in your state.”

Arvin thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I guess I could use some rest.”

You grinned and reached over to tousle his hair, earning a half-hearted swat from Arvin. “Good. Now let’s get you something to eat. You look like you could use it.”

As you moved to the kitchen to rustle up some food, Arvin watched you, a warmth spreading through his chest. Despite the pain and the bruises, he felt a deep sense of comfort knowing that you were there for him, just as he’d be there for you.

And as the night wore on, the two of you sat together, sharing a quiet meal and talking about anything but the fight. The bond between you, already strong, felt even more unbreakable now. You’d always be there for each other, no matter what trouble came your way.

[websterss]

VENUS AND MARS — ARVIN RUSSELL

REQUEST: Can you do an imagine about Arvin x black reader (darkskin reader) and they’re secretly dating cause of racism in the town and his family finds out and he says that he loves her.

WARNING(S): Angst, fluff, mentions/talks of racism, forbidden love.

WORD COUNT: 3,798

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Black!Reader

A/N: Reposting old fics!!! Hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

You couldn’t quite remember how long you and Arvin had been sneaking off together. It was a plan agreed on by the both of you. Rules you both made to make your lives easier. Nothing was ever going to be easy…so long as Arvin’s heart beat for yours. The thought alone always made you shake your head. Two halves that met under rather difficult circumstances. Arvin told you it was destiny, the way you met, the way you fell, the way you loved each other. Yet in your mind your love for each other was due for a reckoning. A doomed love story in the making. The love was a blessing, but the hate and the judgment you didn’t want to receive was the dooming. Questions and doubts clouded your thoughts every evening while you lay in bed. The ‘what ifs’ and ‘we can't’ bellowed in your head like a train on tracks. Roaring loudly. Telling you to get out before your life was over.You didn’t want to get out though…You wanted to stay, stay with Arvin, stay for the love, stay for the reckoning, stay for the change. You wanted to stay for the long run. That was the making you wanted to create. Not whatever every white man or woman had to say for it in this town. These folks didn’t know the way you had to live, how you had to think about everything you did when you left your house. They had it easy, they could live easy, get married easy, love easy. Everything was so damn easy for them it made you mad.

You pulled back the curtain keeping a lookout for the familiar roar of the engine of Arvin’s car you spent so much time in. You stepped back from the window and smoothed out your dress. Your mother would kill you if she caught you leaving her home with a wrinkle. No daughter of hers was going to look like she didn’t at least try.

“Y/n, tell me you’re not leaving with that boy again?” Your mother walked in the living room area with a hand on her hip.

“I am mama.” You looked up at her.

She sucked her teeth, shaking her head. “All he’s gonna do is bring you trouble.” Your mother wasn’t always so fond of the idea of you being with Arvin. She didn’t need a boy like Arvin messing up your lives.

“No he’s not. Arvin is good, mama, he always means well. He goes to church!” You tried defending him.

“Everybody goes to church, girl!” Your mother chuckled. You smiled then glanced down at your shoes.

Arvin’s car could be heard outside. You glanced up at your mother with a nervous look, just like you did every time he came to pick you up in the middle of the night. If it was daytime, that would have been riskier, too much sunlight, too many people with judgmental eyes. You wouldn’t be able to handle it all.

Your mother sighed sensing your anxiousness. “Just be careful alright, don’t be home late.” She walked up to you to adjust the collar of your dress. “Tell Arvin I say hello.” She pressed a kiss to your temple and gripped your hands tightly.

“I will mama.” You smiled at her to reassure her worries, her concerns. She watched as you opened the door and walked out. You gave her one last glance and descended down the three steps on your porch and onto the dirt.

Noticing you approaching the car, Arvin quickly put out his cigarette and got out of the car walking over to your side. You squealed as he spun you around a bit in his arms. Arvin’s favorite time was affection time. Any given moment or chance to shower you with kisses and physical contact, he’d take it. Nothing was going to stop him from denying you his love.

“Hi darlin’.“ He chuckled as he dug his face into the side of your neck. “I missed ya.” He sighed deeply, tightening his embrace on you.

“Missyatoo…Arvin,” You mumble out as you let your hands rest on his back. “Arvin.” You looked up, staying still. “Arvin, I can die if I don’t breathe ya know?” You chuckled as he instantly loosened his grip on you.

“Can’t have ya dying on me. Too darn pretty to be in a casket.” Arvin caressed the side of your face. You could feel your cheeks get warm.

“You always say that.”

“Cause it’s true.” Arvin smiled. “Darlin’ ain’t nobody in this world that is as pretty as ya.” He leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

“And there ain’t nobody in this world that says it like you do.” You giggle. “Let’s get going.” You began looking around you watching out for any onlookers or night walkers. You relaxed your shoulders when you saw no one. “Oh and my mama says hi.” You smiled.

Arvin quickly opened the door for you and waited till you got in and situated to close it. “Hello.” He grinned.

Then he got in himself.

The engine roared to life waiting to get its gas going to start the fifteen minute ride to the woods.

The only place where you and Arvin could be. Where no racist soul was bound to find you two showing your devotion for each other.

-

Once Arvin reached your spot. He quickly rolled up the windows and took the keys out of the hole. You smiled when he beckoned you over to him. Finding your place on his lap. Nothing sexual ever, only the tenderness of the pads of his fingers slowly tracing invisible designs across your skin. You closed your eyes as he printed kisses on you. Leaving behind that lingering feeling of his lips.

You opened them back up to stare at the man you’ve grown to love. To call yours, your partner.

“Do you ever get tired of it?” You broke the silence.

“Spending time with ya? No.” Arvin chuckled as he leaned forward pecking your cheek causing you to smile.

“Not that.” You playfully hit his shoulder pad covered by that jean jacket you loved on him.

“The hiding…” You trailed off.

“Yea darlin’ but you know what will happen if-”

“If everyone finds out, I know, I know.” You frowned, you smoothed out the edges of your dress, trying to remove any wrinkles. Arvin tilted his head to try and catch your eyes. “I…I just wanna be able to hold your hand. In public ya know…not in the woods, Arvin.” You sniffled. “I get…I get that people will have their own opinions, or do terrible things, but….” Arvin frowned, reaching up to wipe away your tears. “How long can we keep this up?” You shook your head.

“Hey now, none of that sad talkin’ now.” He cupped your face. “Darlin’ fuck what any of those no good sons of bitches have to say.” He pressed his head against yours. “And if they do say somethin’, well then I’ll find the right time, and set em’ straight.” Arvin jokes.

“Arvin…” You halfheartedly laughed, shaking your head. “Violence isn’t the right way to go about this.” You touched his hand on your cheeks. “What would your sister say, or even your grandma?”

“I’ll set them straight to….” He paused then smiled, causing you to relax.

“It ain’t funny!” You exclaimed, punching his arm.

“Ouch.” He furrowed his brows then chuckled. “Alright, I’m only kidding darlin’.” He turned your chin to look at him. “But I’m serious, I’ll beat the crap out of them assholes who got somethin’ to say about you...about us.”

“Wouldn’t do you any good beating someone up for nothing…” You smirked.

He raised his brow confused. “They don’t know about us silly…” You chuckled when he rolled his eyes. “You’d look like a fool.”

“That does it, come here.” Arvin grunted playfully as he turned you over on your back, you thought that was all he was going to do, but the surprise came when he started tickling you. 

“Arvin…no stop!” You laughed trying to remove his hands off you.

“It ain’t funny, eh?” He teased as he continued running his fingertips across your sides. 

“No…” You laughed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Your laughter filled his ears like music. Arvin stopped his tickle assault and hovered over you. You took a deep breath trying to control your heavy breathing.

“I love you, Y/n.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You smiled tugging at the nape of his curls.

“I love you too Arvin.”

You savored the moment of being with Arvin. There would be days where you two would go a few days without seeing one another. That was torture enough.

It had been bad enough that his grandmother set him up with a girl from his church. She was a cute little thing, as Arvin would say, but not his type. He didn’t take a liking to the poor brunette. He couldn’t find it in himself to enjoy being with her. Not when his heart soared for yours. However, to keep you two a secret, he continued to go on dates with the girl. Much to your dislike.

No world was worth living without Arvin. He understood you like no other person did. Not even at school were they as loving as Arvin was. They’d call you names, tell you how you didn’t belong there. Telling you that dating a white man was gonna do you no good. Not that they’d tell anybody, which you were grateful for. Arvin could recall the times where he’d find you crying behind your school when he’d go and pick you up.

He’d find Lenora in a similar state at his school, but that’s another story for another time. The boys at least learned their lessons. They wouldn’t bother Lenora anymore, but the bullies at yours still bothered you. Yet unlike the way he got back at the boys for Lenora, you’d beg him not to hurt anyone for you, no matter how much they had emotionally hurt you. Although the second any of them laid their hands on you, he’d go back on his word, his promise he made, and hurt them.

“Darlin’ you know…I’d love to tell everyone you’re my girl, but it’d be too risky.” Arvin peered down at you. “There are people who ain’t right in the head, who won’t understand us.” Arvin sighed. “They won’t have it. They’ll…They’ll kill you, kill me.” Arvin sighed.

“All the more to stay a secret huh…” You smiled sadly. “I wish we didn’t have to hide. Do you ever think they’ll be a future where this will be okay?” You stared up at Arvin. He furrowed his brows at your question. Was there really gonna be a future where he could love you in public? Out in the open for everyone to see. He moved his head down to place his lips on yours.

“I think so darlin’, I really do, but we might be too old when it finally becomes okay. We’d have lived a happy long life together in secret. We’d be sittin’ in rocking chairs by then. Whether it became okay or not wouldn’t matter to us by then.” Arvin smiled sadly letting his thoughts be the answer to your question.

“I’m okay with that Arvin, just as long as I got you.” You nodded as your eyes gleamed with tears. You arched your back to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

You knew nothing good would come of this. Not as long as you and Arvin stayed together. It was a cruel world you lived in. One where no one could see two people in love, and instead see two different skin colors. One who’d have no harm come their way, and the other to receive hatred and hostility just for being who they were.

Arvin always asked you what was so wrong with loving you. Nothing was wrong about it. In fact his love for you wasn’t the problem, loving someone wasn’t going to get his ass beaten by anyone. It was the racial discrimination that you had to battle. A battle, that’s what it was…

You liked to joke around with Arvin sometimes. Laughing’ over the idea of being these warriors in love in the midst of a war. You could recall a story you read in one of your books at the library, once, about two gods. One named Venus and one named Mars. Not so much about planets but more so about two people. Two people in love with a secret.

The tale of the two was rather interesting. There was Venus, the Goddess of Love, and Mars, the God of War, but the story seemed to have relevance to your and Arvin’s situation.

Venus, who was betrothed to Vulcan, Roman God of Fire, found him to be quite dull and ordinary, which led to her having an affair with Mars. He was different. You felt that Venus pertained more to Arvin’s situation with that Anna girl, who he was pretending to be with. From what he liked to tell you, she fit the ideal image of what Vulcan was like. Although you could argue that you and Arvin could relate to the gods based on their characteristics.

Mars, son of Jupiter and Juno, was unpopular with everyone. He liked to fight, although whether he won or lost mattered little to none. He just liked trouble and wreaking havoc. Arvin felt a lot like this, struggling with his own internal battles, and finding the right time to pick a fight with someone who did him or his family wrong. He’d get a black eye for it sometimes, but he’d make sure those who wronged him would get what was coming to them. There was no doubt he was beginning to be the talk of the town.

Venus was an entirely different story. She was born in the sea. Unlike Mars, she was not into creating havoc, but caused it if someone scorned her vanity. You remembered on multiple accounts where you had begged Arvin not to pick a fight over you, or for you. Violence was the last thing you wanted in a place like West Virginia. Nothing right about it. There was no use for it, but others seemed to want violence to occur. Someone wanting to start and wreak havoc somewhere. You surely weren’t about to take part in any of it, but if you had to…you would. You didn’t think you could have something to relate to. 

Multiple love stories filled with unrealistic outcomes, unrealistic people. You strived to find a story that you could see yourself in. Venus and Mars’ story happened to be it. The idea of Vulcan wanting to expose Venus and Mars then both humiliating them in front of the other gods on Mount Olympus, stirred something within you. If you and Arvin were to be exposed or outed by someone, everything would fall down hill. The reckoning of all reckonings would occur and lead to more problems you didn’t need nor have the time for.

It was only a matter of time before something happened…before someone found out. 

-

After a night of fooling around. Arvin dropped you back home and made his way back home. The drive back with the radio playing some familiar tune was nice to enjoy. It was hard to enjoy the little things. He had taken up responsibilities as he got older. He made it his sole purpose to look after Lenora, to look after you. He cared so much, he found it hard to see past his inner demons that haunted him. His childhood haunting him like a second hand slap to the face. It always came back. Thoughts and memories he couldn’t forget would come back. He wanted them to go away. You didn’t go away though. He could recall the first couple times he found himself being allured by your beauty, by your quick wit and intelligence. You were a rare beautiful sight to see. He felt as though it was illegal to look at you with his own eyes. You made him nervous, Arvin was hardly the nervous type. You understood him like no one else. When he had to scream you yelled along with him. When he had to cry, you shed tears too. You were meant for each other. Despite the way things were and how things existed, he knew, in his heart, that the universe made no mistake introducing you two.

Arvin cut the engine when he made it back home. He stayed in the car for a bit longer trying to conjure up a new lie to tell his grandma, sister and uncle this time. Though they never really worried about where he was just as long as he didn’t go stirring up trouble. Though his grandma did worry occasionally.

He released a big breath and turned the engine off and headed inside. His work boots thumping against the ground of his porch. The creeks made noise below him with each step he took. Almost like the anticipation was building up slowly as he opened the front door and walked through the threshold.

When he had closed the door behind him he noticed that some of the lights were turned on. He hadn’t thought much of it, but he did notice how his uncle wasn’t asleep on the sofa bed like he usually was. He stepped deeper into the house trying to find anyone. Arvin had made a move to go to his room. He removed his cap and was going to toss it onto his bed when he halted as he had passed the kitchen. He stepped back and turned at the opening of the kitchen. All three of them lifted their heads to stare at the boy. Arvin gulped as he realized their expressions read anything but happy to see him.

“W-What are ya doin’ up?” He eyed the two women who had appeared to be looking at something on the table. “It’s pretty late ain’t it?”

His uncle was smoking a joint not giving the boy another glance.

“Arvin, come here please.”

“Something the matter, grandma?” He slowly stepped forward to the end of the table.

“Yes Arvin, something is wrong.” Grandma Emma casted her gaze down to the picture that lay on the table. She hesitated touching it, then quickly pushed it away towards Arvin. She grabbed a hold onto Lenora’s hands who hadn’t said a word. “Care to explain that?” She gestured to the picture.

Arvin finally understood what all the fuss was about. He could feel his heart pumping loudly in his ears as he slowly reached down to pick up the picture. The one picture of you he had that he took care of so much.

“Grandma-” He began but she cut him off.

“You’re seeing a-” She tried saying it but she couldn’t find it in herself. “How could you do this to us? Do you know what will happen if word gets out.” She exclaimed.

“That’s probably why he’s been goin’ out so much, he’s probably sneaking-” Lenora pointed out.

“Shut up Lenora!” Arvin clenched his jaw.

“Have you been seeing that girl all this time?” Emma looked hurt.

“Grandma please listen-” Arvin pleaded.

“I just don’t understand how this could-”

“Grandma I can explain-”

“-happen. What about Anna, huh? That poor girl…Have I taught you nothing boy because-”

“I LOVE HER!” Arvin shouted over his grandma.

She gasped as she looked at him with wide eyes. This time his uncle finally looked at him. He removed the cigar from his mouth and put it out.

“Excuse me?”

“I love her grandma.” Arvin could feel water build up in his eyes. “This girl right here.” He lifted the picture and made it face his family. “I love her so much and this is exactly why I didn’t tell anybody.” Arvin began crying as he explained himself. “Y/n and I are so scared that something terrible will happen, and I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to her, grandma. I love her…and I don’t care if you like it or not.” He let his arms fall to his side. He was tired. The three of them shared a look then stared up at Arvin.

“Alright then…” Grandma Emma nodded.

“Alright then?” Arvin furrowed his brows. “That’s it…” 

“Alright then.” Grandma Emma nodded her head. 

“You’re okay with this?”

“We’re not happy with that fact you didn’t tell us.” His uncle finally spoke up. “But this is your life boy, do what ya want with it, and if this Y/n girl makes ya happy then alright then.” His uncle slapped the side of his forearm.

“What’d ya think we were gonna do Arvin?” Lenora asked.

“I don’t know…” Arvin breathed out.

“Don’t think too low of us boy, we ain’t bad people here. We’re ya family, remember that.” His uncle eyed him.

“Yeah.” Arvin was slowly letting his guard down again. He finally looked up to eye his grandma who was having a hard time looking at him. “Grandma?” He lifted his eyebrows at her.

“Tell us things next time, Arvin.” Grandma Emma finally looked up at him. “Your momma raised you well boy.” A smile slowly making its way to her lips. “Do you know if Y/n likes homemade Beef Bourguignon or fudge cake?” She stared up at the boy nervously. This caused Arvin to smile.

“As a matter of fact she does, Grandma.” Arvin let out a breathy laugh. “Why’d ya ask?”

“I’d like to meet the girl who makes my grandson smile so much?” Grandma Emma shrugged.

“I’ll ask her.” He nodded.

“Does Y/n like books?” Lenora seemed to ask out of nowhere. It wasn’t a secret that Lenora had a hard time making friends. Maybe this could be her chance at making one who didn’t pick on her for being Arvin’s step-sister.

“She loves them, Lenora.” Arvin smiled fondly at the thought of you reading to him on one of your nightly dates in the woods. Lenora gently smiled and nodded.

Silence fell over the four of them as they all came to a middle ground. No more arguing, no more secrets. They knew and he could relax a little more. They were going to meet you and that’s all he wanted. He was so scared of them being against the idea of him being with you, but they weren’t and it made him so happy.

“You guys will love her.” Arvin smiled nodding.

“If you do Arvin, then I know we will too.” His uncle smiled up at the boy.

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CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

Hello again!! Just thought I'd update the characters that I write for! Here is my main masterlist! If you don't see someone listed you want to request a fic for, just send me an ask and I'll let you know if I write for them! copy and pasted from my 'recording live' main post, soon to be up!

my favorite characters to write for are marked with ***

K-POP

STRAY KIDS

Bang Chan***

Han***

Changbin***

Felix

Hyunjin

Seungmin

I.N.

Lee Know

ATEEZ

Seonghwa***

San***

Mingi***

Hongjoong

Wooyoung***

Jongho

Yunho

Yeosang

For the K-POP groups, I'm not like deep in the fandoms - I listen and love their music, but I'm not deep in it (a little deep in the Fandom of Stray Kids, but y'know). I didn't list BTS because I don't really listen to much of them.

MARVEL

Peter Parker***

Bucky Barnes***

TASM! Peter Parker***

Loki

Thor

Pietro Maximoff***

Kraven the Hunter*** (this man is so fine, bad boys need love and shit just fuck me-)

Dave Lizewski*** (Kick-Ass is owned by Marvel)

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Miguel O'Hara

DC

Jason Todd*** (Titans)

Dick Grayson*** (Titans)

Gar Logan*** (Titans)

Conner Kent (Titans)

Damian Wayne

Barry Allen (The Flash series)

THE HUNGER GAMES (2012-2015)

Finnick Odair***

Peeta Mellark

Cato Hadley

TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)

please request for Bradley Bradshaw, I fucking love that man-

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw***

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

SCREAM VI (2023)

Ethan Landry

DYLAN O'BRIEN CHARACTERS

Stiles Stilinski*** (Teen Wolf 2011-2017)

Void! Stiles*** (Teen Wolf 2011-2017)

Richie Boyle (The Outfit 2022)

Mitch Rapp (American Assassin 2017)

CRIMINAL MINDS (2005-)

Spencer Reid***

Luke Alvez

Matt Simmons

WEDNESDAY (2022)

Wednesday Addams (No smut!)

TARON EGERTON CHARACTERS

Eggsy Unwin (The Kingsman Series 2015-)

Robin Hood (Robin Hood 2018)

Jimmy Keene (Blackbird Series 2022)

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (2019–2023)

Five Hargreeves***

Ben Hargreeves

DIVERGENT SERIES

Tobias (Four) Eaton

Peter

HARRY POTTER

Theodore Knott***

Mattheo Riddle***

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black***

Lorenzo Birkshire***

COD (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare)

Simon “Ghost” Riley

König

THE LAST OF US (2022-)

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

MISCELLANEOUS

Dorn*** (Bad Boys for Life 2020)

Owen Hendricks (The Recruit 2022)

Derek Hale (Teen Wolf 2011-2017)

Seth Clearwater*** (Twilight 2008-2012)

Benjamin (Twilight 2008-2012)

Seth (Day Shift 2022)

Tyler Rake*** (Extraction & Extraction 2 - 2020 & 2023)

Arvin Russell*** (The Devil All the Time 2020)

Luke Marrow (Purple Hearts 2022)

Tangerine*** (Bullet Train 2022)

Ken Sato*** (Ultraman: Rising 2024)

Luke Castellan*** (Percy Jackson and the Olympians 2023)

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SHAY'S 100 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!

you're invited! to celebrate 100 followers (small milestone, but it's still something), i'll write fics and blurbs that have hot men in them for you! scroll down to find this party's agenda...

this will take place from febuary 21st, 2024 to march 31, 2024!

THESE ARE ALL X READERS!

the guestlist! pick a character down below!

-tom holland + co (nathan drake, peter parker, arvin russel)

-zendaya + co (michelle jones)

-miscellaneous characters: bucky barnes, loki, steve rogers, stucky, tony stark, miles morales, doctor strange, peter quill, eddie brock

the menu! pick a something to go along with your character! make sure to pick a genre when you send in an ask (fluff, angst, flangst, could be a lil spicy but no nsfw!)

-character from a guestlist and a dialougue prompt from this list or this list... make sure to specify who's doing it!

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-character from the guestlist paired with an au... action/dialougue prompt is optional (venom!reader, blackcat!reader, cop!peter, actress/singer!reader, etc).

rules and regulations! just a few things to mention...

-no nsfw/smut!

-specify a genre (fluff, angst, flangst) please!

-when you send in a request, even more so for the au, please give a little summary!

-i mostly write for marvel characters, (aside from arvin russell and nathan drake) so if you send in one of those, you'll be more likely to get a better, longer fic. this includes michelle jones, peter parker, zendaya, tom holland, arvin russell, and bucky barnes, but you don't have to.

note from the author!

little late on the 100 follower... we're closer to 150 now! thank you to all the people that have liked, followed, and reblogged! also, i only write for fem!reader and gn!reader. when requesting, please pick one. keep in mind, my default is fem!reader. i try to stay inclusive for everyone, but if you want short!reader, tall!reader, or anything of the sort, please tell me!

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Damn, that Arvin...take care of me real good.

Dark!Arvin Russell Short Story 1

Written: circa early 2020

Pairing: Black Female Reader x dark!Arvin Russell

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BEFORE YOU FOLLOW:

✷ all characters written are 18+ regardless of canon age.

✷ currently, i write for: jujutsu kaisen (satoru, suguru, choso, yuuta, yuuji, megumi, sukuna, toji), chainsaw man (aki), my hero academia (bakugou, dabi, shigaraki)

✷ i am on hiatus for: peter parker

✷ i no longer write for: tom holland, miguel o’hara, stranger things chars, arvin russell

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✷ i do not write: male readers, ddlg, scat, vomit, anything having to do with self harm, bimbo readers, pregnancy

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All Things End 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss (death, miscarriage), and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Arvin Russell

Summary: Newly widowed, you take a job at the local grocer to make end’s meet.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your shoulder only gets worse. When you tell your supervisor about it, he’s unfazed as he sends you to restock the cans of tuna. Those are small, he suggests. No matter, the repetitive motion only tweaks the knot firmly lodged beneath your shoulder blade. 

When you finish your shift, you’re almost in tears. You still need to haul your own groceries home as you spend twenty minutes collecting the bare essentials. Even the light load feels like pushing a boulder up a hill as you leave through the front doors. 

You wince as you cross the lot, searching out the beaten up Volkswagen. You stop as you see the bumper sticker, heart dropping at the reminder. You remember that road trip and how you rolled your eyes at Ben when he slapped the sticker onto the car. You tried but it wouldn’t peel off. 

You stop and lean the bag against the hatch. Ugh, just the thought of driving makes your muscles roar. It’s not far. 

You lift the bag again and a pang ripples up your neck. You cry out and drop your armful, the can clunking heavily as the brown paper splits and sends your groceries scattering. You slap a hand on the car and reach to shakily rub your neck. 

You quiver out a gasp as you look down at the mess. You slide your hand down the metal and groan as you reach for the can of mixed beans. It’s scooped up before you can get your fingers around the dented tin. 

“You alright?” Arvin asks as he gathers up the smattering of groceries. 

“Yeah, I… tripped.” 

“You know,” he stands, hugging the loose goods, “I told you to take it easy.” 

You look at him in exasperation, he means well. Still, good advice isn't always practical. You have to work. You need the paycheck. 

“I know, thanks,” you reach for his armful. 

“Let me,” he insists as he steps closer, “pop the trunk.” 

You groan and turn to shove the key into the slot, pulling up the hatch halfway until it opens all the way. You drag the empty box from the corner for him to put the groceries in. He puts them into the cardboard as you lean on the bumper and cradle your shoulder. 

“You think you can drive like that?” He asks. 

“Really, I’m fine,” you insist through gritted teeth. 

“Is that true or just something you say?”  

“Look, I appreciate it but you don’t need to worry that much. Enjoy not having to while you can,” you say. 

“I see someone who needs help and I help,” he shrugs, “it’s what my ma taught me to do. If she was still around, I hope she’d be proud of that.” 

You wince and look away. It can’t be easy losing a parent young. You regret being so defensive and over what? Your bum shoulder? If she were alive, his mother might be around your age. Maybe that’s why he’s so concerned. 

“Thanks, Arvin, that’s considerate, I’m sure she would be,” you force a smile. “I can drive, I got another arm--” 

“Isn’t safe like that,” he shakes his head, “please, I can give ya a lift. I’ll walk back into town--” 

You open your mouth but stop yourself from repeating that mantra ‘it’s fine’. Your mouth slants and you tilt your head one way then the other. You sigh through your nose. You really just want to lay down with some ice. 

“You’re not going to let me go, are you?” You ask. 

He grins and shakes his head, hair flopping, “’fraid I can’t.” 

You nod and hold out the keys, “shifter sticks, make sure you give it a wiggle.” 

🌲

Arvin drives confidently up the country roads. Everyone knows where everyone lives around here, even as the roads wind into the thicker brush. He slows as he comes onto the gravel road that leads to your marital homestead. Each time you see the arch of branches that crest the clearing, you’re reminded of the day you moved in. With Ben. 

There’s not much else left of him there. The pieces you did keep of your happiest years are all hidden away. More sore reminders of the lost. Aside from the stubborn rose bush. The petals are just as bright and pink as when Ben put it in. Your first year anniversary gift; it would be almost twenty if he was here. 

Your shoulder tweaks and the pain stokes the tears behind your eyes. You wiggle your nose and shake off the grief. It’s just this damn knot. It’s got you all twisted up. 

Arvin stops gently, the axle grinding loudly with the worn brakes, and he turns the engine off. You unbuckle your belt as he frees the keys and does the same. He’s quick but most people are quicker than you right now. 

He comes around to open your door before you can. You thank him as you get out, your purse dropping off your lap. He bends to pick it up first 

“Get yourself inside,” he hands you the keys, “I’ll get your things.” 

“You really don’t--” 

“I can hear it in your voice, just like those whiny brakes. I’ll have a look at those too,” he insists. 

“Arvin,” you utter, awash with embarrassment. 

“That shoulder won’t get any better if you keep being stubborn,” he grips the top of the car door. 

“What would you know? You got some years before you gotta worry about all this?” You kid as you slump your injured shoulder and touch it daintily. 

“I know pain when I see it and I know you’ve had enough of that,” he says, “go on. Let me get my good deed done for the day.” 

You nod and can’t help the tug in your lips. Right. He sees an old lady in need. You’re under no illusions. You know your age, you know what you’ve lost, you know what other people think. They pity you. Somehow, you hoped he wouldn’t share that. 

You sniff and step past him. You make your way up the front steps with tunnel vision. You try not to see the empty flowerboxes or the broken bench. The things Benny would have taken care of. 

You let yourself in but aren’t fast enough to keep the screen door from clattering into your shoulder. You cry out and stumble, catching yourself against the bigger inner door. You drop the keys. You don’t even need them. No one in Hammer Ford locks their doors. 

“Woah, hey,” Arvin’s footfalls rush up onto the porch, “everything okay? What happened?” 

You cling to the door hand and shakily look back at him, “nothing,” your voice is brittle, “the door... hit me.” 

“Ah gee,” he frowns, “come on,” he urges you in with his hand on your lower back, “you needa just relax, miss.” 

[miela]

Taking Requests (Please I am begging)

Any writing requests or prompts? I'm in the mood to write a one-shot (especilly for Shattered memories)

It could be Tom Holland, MCU Peter Parker, Arvin Russell, or Nathan Drake.

Angst, Fluff, and Smut genres are welcomed.

Will do Dark fics too (hard limits: scat, watersports or anything dealing with that, underage concepts, vore and cannibalism)

omegaverse or a/b/o is okay but not encouraged because i haven't written for it before