#arvin russel imagine trigger warning

[babybluebex]

your arvin works are EVERYTHING you write him so well 🤍would you mind writing a fluffy arvin imagine of being on the run with him and bed sharing for the first time?

so so sorry for having this take so long !! happy valentines day !!

rock, paper, scissors [arvin russell x reader]

➽ pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader(y/n) ➽ word count: 907 ➽ summary: see above!   ➽ warnings: explicit language, mentions of violence (there’s 1 joke about a fistfight lol) ➽ a/n: enjoy!

“You’re kidding’ me.”

Never in my life had I ever wanted to kill another human until then. In my defense, I didn’t want to kill the pastor, not truly, but Arvin was persuasive. That was the same way he had conned me into getting a motel when I was steadfast in wanting to keep driving. But those damn honey-colored eyes would be my ultimate downfall. “We ain’t got a choice.”

“Uh, yes, we do,” I scoffed. “I’m sleepin’ in the bed, and you’re on that couch.” 

“Like hell I’m on the couch,” Arvin huffed. “I drove here.”

“And who’s the one who actually pulled the trigger, you dick?” I hissed. “I get the bed.”

Arvin’s glare was deadly, and he stuffed his bag under his arm and extended his hands towards me, one flat, palm up, the other a fist. 

“We’re not really about to play rock-paper-scissors, are we?”

“Goddamn it, woman,” Arvin muttered. “Either this, or we fistfight.”

I had known Arvin for long enough to know that I really didn’t want to do that. He won the first round, I won the second, and the third was a tie, as we both drew paper. “How about this?” Arvin said, and he shucked the pillows off the head of the bed. He quickly situated a border down the middle, need, tidy, and goddamned separate. “There.”

I sighed. “Fine, whatever,” I acquiesced. My whole body ached, and I knew that fighting it was stupid. I sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and hung my head on my fatigued neck, and I felt the bed slump as Arvin did the same. In our rush to flee Coal Creek, I didn’t pack any clothes, and I took a deep breath. 

Arvin beat me to the punch. “Got spare clothes in my bag,” he said gently. “A t-shirt, some boxer shorts… You’re welcome to ‘em to sleep in.” 

I nodded slowly. “Thanks,” I mumbled. The silence in the room was deafening as I stood and retrieved Arvin’s beaten canvas bag, extracting the white t-shirt and plaid shorts. I began to undress right there, but I suddenly felt two holes burning into my back. “What, ya tryna see a tit, Russell?” I laughed. 

“I’ve seen fuckin’ tits before,” Arvin grumbled. “Wasn’t lookin’ at ya, anyway.” 

“Good,” I said. I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the hard carpet, and I exchanged my underthings for his clothes. The shirt, even though it was old and thin, was soft and smelled like Arvin, and the shorts… Better to leave those thoughts for another time. 

Arvin pulled off his rough jeans and jacket, and he was under the blankets before I could even consider washing my face. A lone zit or two couldn’t hurt after everything that had happened, I figured, and I got under the stiff sheets as well. With a click of the lamp, the room went dark. 

I felt my heartbeat in my ears, and I was scared that Arvin would hear it too. The entire day was flooding back to me, and I clasped my hands at my chest to keep them from shaking too hard and waking Arvin up. I could tell that he was already asleep by the soft sounds of his snoring, and I tried to let out an even breath. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, girl,” Arvin muttered breathily. “Ya havin’ a heart attack or som’?” So he wasn’t asleep. 

“No,” I mumbled. “Just… Nothin’.” 

Arvin sighed heavily, and he flicked the lamp back on. “That ain’t nothin’,” he said. “C’mon, talk to me. What’s the matter?” 

I shrugged, turning onto my back to see him. He was sitting up, watching me, and I tugged at the bottom hem of the shirt. “Just thinkin’,” I mumbled. “‘Bout everything, ya know? Scares me half to death.” 

“What, killin’ that preacher?” Arvin asked. “He was a good-for-nothin’ son ova bitch, Y/N. Everyone’s better off without his sorry ass.” 

“Not that,” I said. “Just… What comes next?” 

Arvin sighed and scratched his forehead as he thought. “I hadn’t even gotten that far,” he admitted carefully. “I just… Hell, I’m not sure. I’m sure that’s not the answer you want, but that’s the only one I got.” 

“I think we’d better try to sleep,” I whispered. “Sorry for waking you.” 

“You didn’t wake me, doll,” Arvin said. “I’m wide awake. Don’t think I can sleep at all, to be honest with ya.” 

“Can you…” I started, then cursed at myself. “Nevermind.” 

“Nah, what’s it?” Arvin asked. “Want me to sing you a lullaby?” 

“Dick,” I huffed, but smiled all the same. “I just need a hug, I think. It’s been a hard day.” 

Arvin nodded, and he moved the pillows away from between us to circle his arms around my middle. He was strong and was squeezing the hell out of me, but it helped even my breathing and quiet down my heart. 

And when we woke up, the bed warm with the sun, his arms were still around me. He pretended that he wasn’t sleeping soundly as he held me, and he hardly acknowledged the way he squeezed me a bit when he woke up, almost like he was grateful for my being there. But it’s okay that we didn’t talk about that. We had plenty of time to. 

[writing-in-april]

Together (blurb)

Arvin Russel (Tom Holland from TDATT) x Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: hey loves! I’ve been obsessed with TDATT and I thought I’d write something small for Arvin. This movie has a ton of trigger warnings so I decided to write something a little softer so that almost everyone could read. Also the gender of the reader is never specified but I acknowledge that they are in public in this fic with obvious PDA which wouldn’t be normally accepted in the 50s/60s for any type of LGBTQ relationship. No specific time is mentioned here but I imagine this happening after the events of the film. I’m also on mobile so I’m sorry if the read more glitches out I’m trying to fix that. This also doesn’t have a beta and is just edited by me.

Warnings: Discussing the ability/ do they want kids, Crying, Serious Conversion (That’s all I think)

Summary: Arvin and Reader have a serious conversation about where they see themselves as a couple in the future.

Masterlist Word count: .6k

“Do you want kids?” Arvin asked me out of the blue one day while we were out at the diner. I pondered giving him an honest answer while mindlessly staring into the glass of my chocolate milkshake in a futile effort to avoid his eyes. I decided to give an answer that would skirt around the question so hopefully he would drop it,

“It’s not really a choice around here is it? It’s expected.”

“That ain’t what I’m asking I’m asking what you want.”

I could tell Arvin already knew my answer by the way I was squirming in my seat trying to avoid answering the question. Tears started to prickle in the corners of my eyes, I knew this was the end of our relationship. What man these days doesn’t want children?

I often thought about why I never wanted any. It never had anything to do with how I was raised or nothing, my momma and daddy were always the best to me. My hand reached forward to lace my fingers together with his and I was surprised when he didn’t pull away from me in disgust. He gave me a gentle squeeze with his calloused hand much larger then my own giving me comfort and the little dose of bravery I needed to get the words out.

“I-it’s got nothin to do with anything bad I promise. I’ve just never seen myself as a parent, Arvin.”

“Hey- sweetheart calm down it’s alright.” His other arm came up around my shoulders to rub soothing circles into my skin. “You don’t got to worry about nothin.”

My ragged breathing then started to smooth back out at his soothing words. I knew just from looking at his kind eyes that he understood where I was coming from and didn’t want to squash my opinion like most men. And I thought maybe our relationship would be able to handle me not wanting to have children.

“Why did ya ask about them Arvin?” I said once I had finally calmed down enough to have a serious conversation.

“Well- I asked cause it’s been on my mind for a bit.” His voice was soft as he leaned into my ear, his sweet tone did wonders to comfort me further. “I didn’t want to pressure you or nothin but I wanted your opinion on it. Personally I don’t really want kids either, at least right now. And- who knows that might change later but if it did it would be a decision we make together.”

My eyes widened in surprise, most people wanted children as soon as possible these days- most even had a least one before they hit 20. I had to remind myself that Arvin was different just like I was. We both wanted something different out of life compared to most people.

“Together.” I stated, trying more so to convince myself that I had hit the jackpot with a man that would truly love and cherish me.

“Together.” He affirmed with a smile before stealing a fry off my plate and dipping it into my milkshake. He flashed me another smile, this one much more goofy with the fry sticking out between his teeth like a fake cigarette, causing me to fall into a fit of giggles. We’d be alright, I thought, as long as we stuck together.