#arvin russel imagines

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Saints and Sinners Devil All The Time

wc: 3.9k a/n: Song Inspiration: Take Me To Church by Hozier; recommend you listen while reading!!

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The heat clung to Arvin like a second skin, the late afternoon sun turning the school parking lot into a sweltering wasteland.

He stood next to his truck with a cigarette hanging from his lips, the brim of his cap casting a shadow over his eyes as he waited for Lenora—something he did every day, watching the doors of the school for her figure to appear.

His patience was wearing thin, the relentless humidity weighing on him, but he didn’t dare leave without her.

Not here. Not in this town.

His eyes scanned the yard, and that’s when he saw it: Lenora, standing off to the side, clutching her books like a shield.

She was surrounded by a trio of girls, their voices sharp and mean, cutting thick through the hot air.

Arvin could see the way she shrunk, trying to make herself smaller as their words slicing into her without mercy.

A surge of protectiveness flared—the same way he always did when someone threatened her,

He flicked his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with a curse under his breath.

Just as he was about to intervene when you appeared, striding through the dust and heat with the kind of confidence that turned heads and stopped conversations.

You walked right into the middle of the scene unbothered by the sneers and whispers thrown your way.

“Didn’t think she’d need a slut to protect her,” the leader of the group spat, her posse snickering behind her.

You didn’t even flinch. Cool as ever, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a effortless precision that had Arvin mesmerized.

“Slut, huh?” you echoed. There was something almost playful in your tone, like you were amused by her attempt to insult you. “Ain’t that what your boyfriend calls me when I see him?”

The girl’s sneer faltered, her eyes narrowing as she tried to hold her ground. “Wha...what’re you talkin’ about?”

"Your name’s Gina, right?" you asked, exhaling smoke into the humid air.

Gina stiffened, sensing the shift in conversation. "Yeah, why?"

You shrugged, flicking ash off your cigarette and giving her a once-over that made her bristle. "Just something your boyfriend mentioned."

Gina blinked, her face twitching with confusion. "And what the hell's that supposed to mean?!"

"You know you're cuter than I expected," ignoring her question you blew smoke into her face, making her take a step back. "Then again, don’t remember much he said when his face was buried between my legs."

The other girls gasped as the color drained from Gina’s face. She opened her mouth, but she struggled to find the words in a sputtering rage.

Arvin, caught between surprise and amusement, couldn’t stop the choked chuckle that escaped his throat.

His sudden sound made everyone turn, including you.

Your eyes landed on Arvin, still smirking as if you’d known he was watching the whole time.

Gina, humiliated and seething, took the chance to storm off with her friends trailing behind her.

"You...you disgusting WHORE!" she screeched over her shoulder, her voice cracking in anger.

You didn’t miss a beat. “Funny, that’s not what your boyfriend was saying,” you called after her, your voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Ate me up quicker than a sundae in July!”

Arvin shook his head in disbelief as the trio disappeared from sight, trying (and failing) to suppress his grin.

He glanced back toward you and Lenora, who was still clutching her books like a lifeline, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Lenora murmured, her voice soft, full of gratitude but laced with worry. “People already—"

"—talk about me?" you cut in with a shrug, flicking the cigarette butt to the ground and crushing it beneath your boot.

“Don't worry 'bout it Bible Thumper.” Your tone was playful, the nickname clearly something affectionate between you and her.

You lift your chin, gesturing toward Arvin’s truck. "Looks like your ride’s here."

Lenora gave you a small smile, casting a final glance at the ground as she shuffled over to the truck.

Arvin hadn’t moved though. He was still standing there, watching you.

You were dressed in a tight, low-cut top and a short skirt that hugged your curves—clothing considered vulgar by small-town southern standards, especially for 1965.

The bright red bandana you had tied in your hair made you look even more rebellious, standing out like a beacon among the pastel dresses and modest cardigans the other girls wore.

Then there was the fact your brown skin was a rarity in Knockemstiff, Ohio. The town wasn’t overtly racist, but had an undercurrent of prejudice was always lingering like smoke in the air.

You raise an eyebrow at him, catching him staring. "Got a problem with your vision church boy?"

Arvin flushed, realizing he’d been caught.

"No, uh... no problem," he muttered, fumbling with the brim of his cap before awkwardly tipping it in your direction and stumbling back toward the truck.

Lenora was already in the passenger seat, her wide eyes watching the exchange with mild curiosity.

He shot you a final glance before getting behind the wheel, hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary.

As the truck rumbled to life Arvin couldn’t help but steal one last look at you in the rearview mirror.

You were leaning against the side of the building with another lit cigarette, your form growing smaller as the truck rolled away.

The road stretched out in front of him but his mind lingered behind.

It wasn’t until a few miles down the road did Arvin work up the nerve to ask, “That girl...back there. She, uh...you know her?”

Lenora didn’t look up, instead trained on the frayed strap of her bag that she was nervously fidgeting with.

“Her name’s ____,” she said, her voice soft with fondness. “She’s been helpin’ me. You know, with the girls at school.”

Arvin frowned, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Helpin’ you? Didn’t seem like the kind of person who—”

Lenora snapped her head towards him, eyes fierce. “You don’t know her, Arvin.”

“She’s good!” She continued, more certain, like she needed to make it clear before he could form any more judgments. “She’s not what people think.”

Arvin raised an eyebrow, giving Lenora a sidelong glance. He wanted to believe her, but it didn’t add up—not with what he’d heard, not with what he’d seen of you.

“Doesn’t even come to church,” he tries.

Lenora shrug, facing the window. “Doesn’t make her bad Arvin. Jesus loved Mary Magdalene, didn’t he?”

The statement hit him harder than he expected. He wasn’t sure why, but the comparison lingered.

Lenora, despite being the town’s purest soul, seemed to see something in you that no one else did.

“Mary Magdalene,” he muttered, as if testing the words on his tongue.

“Mary was a sinner, wasn’t she? A woman with a reputation. Jesus showed her love and forgiveness. He saw her for who she really was, not what people thought of her.” She paused, her eyes back on her lap. “I think ____ is a lot like that.”

Arvin fell silent. He had grown up hearing stories of redemption, how Jesus saw past sins to the heart beneath.

It was one thing to hear those stories in church—to recite scripture and praise, but to apply it to someone like you? Could it be that simple?

He thought about the way you had stood in that parking lot and how you defended Lenora without hesitation.

You did cared about the insults thrown. You didn't falter when they spat the word slut in your face.

Then there was Lenora, tucked behind you, her wide-eyed innocence protected by someone the town swore was trouble.

Arvin didn’t know what to think. Part of him—the part raised under his grandmother’s strict moral code—wanted to reject it, to cling to the safety of what he’d always been taught.

People like you with a reputation weren’t to be trusted. They were trouble. They’d drag you into the dirt with them if you weren’t careful.

But another part of him couldn’t stop thinking about you.

The way you had looked at him, with that teasing smile like you knew something he didn’t. Like you weren’t afraid of him, or the town, or anything.

There was something so free about you, so untouchable...and it was dangerous.

It stirred something deep in him, something that had nothing to do with right or wrong.

“I don’t know,” he muttered finally, more to himself than to Lenora. “Just seems like the kind of person you shouldn’t be hangin’ around with.”

Lenora’s head snapped up at that. “I mean what would Grandma Emma say?” he added quickly, trying to justify his hesitation.

He didn’t want to sound like he was being overprotective, but the thought of Lenora getting caught up in your world—it didn’t sit right.

“She knows,” Lenora said, her voice surprisingly firm. “She doesn’t like it, but... she lets me. Because she knows that ____ is kind. She helped me, Arvin. No one else stood up for me the way she did.”

Now that stopped him cold.

If Grandma Emma with all her devoutness and strict adherence to Christian values could allow Lenora to be around you, then maybe...maybe there was more to you than what he thought.

Arvin glanced at Lenora then back at the road. The thought gnawed at him, your image lingering in the back of his mind like a half-formed idea he couldn’t quite grasp.

He was caught between two worlds—his grandmother’s moral code and the inexplicable draw you had over him.

Temptation, that’s what it was. Plain and simple.

It didn’t feel simple. It felt heavy, he wasn’t used to feeling that pull,

But maybe Lenora was right. Maybe, just like Mary Magdalene, you were more than what people said.

Maybe he’d been too quick to judge.

The drive home was quieter than usual, each of them lost in their own thoughts.

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The weeks that followed your encounter with Arvin in the parking lot slipped by slowly, each day dragging with the heavy heat of summer.

You had begun to linger in his thoughts, creeping into his mind in the quiet moments when he least expected it.

He noticed you more now. At first, it was accidental—a glance here or there when he’d pick up Lenora from school or drive through town.

Sometimes you’d offer him a nod, a faint smirk playing at the corner of your lips as if you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

You didn’t go to church, not like the rest of them.

Every Sunday without fail he'd catch you: leaning casually against the brick wall near the chapel as you waited for service to end.

It was one Sunday, Arvin stood with Lenora under the oak tree by the steps, half-listening to her talk about something from the sermon.

His eyes drifted across the street, scanning the quiet neighborhood out of habit—and there you were.

The sun caught the edge of your dress, and for a second, you looked like something out of place. Not of this town, not of its rules or restrictions.

Like you were from another world entirely.

Without thinking, his gaze lingered too long, and you caught him. Your eyes locked onto his, and for a split second, Arvin felt that strange tightening in his chest.

Embarrassment crawled up his throat, but you didn’t look away. Instead you smiled—the corners of your lips curling up as if you’d expected him to be watching.

He swallowed hard, quickly glancing back to Lenora who was still talking, completely unaware of the silent exchange.

He tried to brush it off—told himself it didn’t mean anything. But the feeling of being seen by you, noticed in that way, was something new.

The feeling stayed with him long after you were gone.

In the weeks that followed he caught himself looking for you more often. He’d spot you from a distance, sometimes walking by the side of the road as he drove by in his truck.

Your posture was always casual, unbothered. Your dress would sway with your movements, your hips rolling in a way that defied everything about this small, stifling town.

There was nothing modest or demure about you, and Arvin couldn’t stop looking.

And whenever you catch him staring, that same smirk tugged at your lips before you’d nod in acknowledgment.

At night, when the house was quiet and everyone was long asleep, Arvin would lie awake, your image burning in his mind.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to think about you.

His grandmother’s sermons about temptation played on a loop in his head, warnings about sin and damnation ringing out in her voice.

But you weren’t just a temptation; you were kind to Lenora, protective even. Arvin had seen it, the way you stood by her side without expecting anything in return.

People called you all kinds of names, painted you as something to be avoided, but none of that matched the way you were with her. It didn’t make sense.

As for Lenora, she spoke more often of you now. She adores you—admire even. That always struck Arvin as odd.

There were days when Lenora would beg you to join her in the woods, sitting under the trees while she read aloud from her Bible.

You were nothing like the type of person he imagined Lenora would fall in line with, but then again, Lenora was far more forgiving than anyone in Knockemstiff.

She defended you like she had something to prove, telling him how you’d been helping her and that people didn’t know the real you.

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The afternoon sun was beginning to sink lower in the sky as you and Lenora walked toward the Russell home.

You’d just finished leaving the woods, her familiar chatter filling the silence between you.

Lenora (ever the sweetheart), had invited you in, mentioning that it was Arvin’s birthday and they were planning a small dinner to celebrate.

Knowing the town’s judgment followed you wherever you went, especially in public spaces like the Russell home, you turn it down.

It wasn't until you saw Lenora’s broken expression did you hesitate. Before you knew it, you were walking up the steps with her.

You didn't plan on staying long, just until dinner started.

The idea of sitting down for a family meal, especially at the Russell home, wasn’t exactly something you were comfortable with.

As soon as you stepped inside, the scent of warm bread and mixing chatter of the Russell family greeted you.

Grandma Emma was in the kitchen, her back straight as she prepared dinner. She gave you a brief, suspicious glance when you entered with Lenora.

Earskell seemed to take an immediate liking to you. He was lounging in his chair by the living room window with a grin spread across his face, looking entirely too relaxed.

Arvin stood near the doorway. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, clearly caught off guard by your presence.

For a moment, the room froze. Your eyes met his and the tension was immediate.

You hadn’t been this close to him since that day at the school, and it was clear he hadn’t expected you here—certainly not for something as intimate as a family dinner.

His gaze flickered over you. It was more modest than usual, a subtle nod to Emma’s old-fashioned ways.

With a black knee-length skirt, your light-colored blouse clung to your shoulders, the neckline dipping low enough to be daring in this town.

Arvin’s eyes traced the curve of your collarbone, his throat tightening at the sight.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Arvin muttered, low voice barely hiding the nervous tint beneath it.

You gave him a slow teasing smile, your eyes glinting with amusement as you stepped forward.

“Didn’t expect to be here either. Hope ya don't mind birthday boy,” you replied, the words rolling off your tongue with a soft lilt that made Arvin shift on his feet.

Earskell watched with a grin, clearly enjoying every second of the interaction.

Blissfully unaware of the tension swirling around the room, Leanora hurried back to the kitchen when Grandma Emma called for her, leaving you and Earskell alone with Arvin.

“Well, well, well. If it ain't miss ____." Earskell drawled, his voice carrying a hint of Southern charm laced with mischief. “Didn’t think we’d have such fine company tonight. Sure do brighten up the place.”

You grinned at that, makin your way to sit on the couch next to his chair, arms casually crossed. “You flatterin’ me old man?”

Earskell barked a laugh, eyes twinkling. “Just callin’ it like I see it. Ain’t often we get someone who can keep up with me.”

“You ain’t wrong about that,” you shot back, your voice low and teasing, the crassness in your tone catching Lenora by surprise as she returned from the kitchen. “Though I’m not sure your nephew here knows what to make of it.”

Arvin tensed visibly, his ears burning red at the way the conversation seemed to be shifting toward him.

He stayed quiet most of the time, barely able to meet your gaze. And now, with his uncle egging you on, he felt like a rabbit caught in a trap.

“Boy’s always been a quiet one,” Earskell said, waving a hand dismissively. “But I reckon he’ll come around, especially with someone like you lightin’ up the room.”

Arvin shot his uncle a sharp look, his face flushing even deeper. “Earskell,” he muttered, warning in his tone.

“Ain’t no need to be shy, boy,” he teased, leaning in as if sharing a secret. “Not every day a pretty girl walks through that door, is it?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, giving Arvin a sideways glance, watching him squirm. He was trying so hard to keep his cool, but the flush on his neck and the way his hands fidgeted gave him away.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite,” you say to him before giving a flutter of your lashes. “Unless you ask.”

Arvin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, the tension in the room thickening for just a moment.

He couldn’t bring himself to respond, instead opting to drop into his chair at the far end of the couch, avoiding your gaze entirely.

The older man didn’t miss a beat, clearly delighted by your banter.

“Now don’t go thinkin’ you can outtalk me, girl,” Earskell said, leaning forward in his chair with a grin. “I’ve got years of experience on ya.”

“I ain’t scared of a little experience,” you replied with a smirk, flicking your eyes over to Arvin long enough to catch him glancing away.

He was practically squirming now, clearly unsure of how to handle the banter and the easy way you seemed to command the room despite barely trying.

You stood after a while, brushing your hands off on your dress and glancing toward the kitchen. “I should get goin’ before dinner’s on. Don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

Earskell laughed, waving a hand. “You’re always welcome here, girl. Don’t let these sour faces fool ya.”

Grandma Emma emerged from the kitchen just in time, wiping her hands on a towel and nodding toward you. “You’re welcome back anytime.”

You gave her a nod, offering a respectful smile despite the subtle weight of judgment that always seemed to hang around Emma.

She wasn’t cruel, not like the others in town, but she was set in her ways—rigid in her moral code.

You appreciated her decency, even if it was accompanied by a thin veil of disapproval.

Earskell leaned back in his chair, grinning as he turned toward Arvin to nudge him. “Why don’t you walk her out boy? Least you can do, seein’ as how she graced us with her presence.”

Arvin flushed at the suggestion, his hands immediately coming out of his pockets as he looked between you and his uncle.

“Uh... sure,” he muttered, the nervousness thick in his voice.

He rose from his seat and awkwardly motion for you to follow him to the door. The walk was short, but every step seemed to stretch out painfully for Arvin.

He could feel your presence next to him, the  faint scent of cigarette smoke and wildflowers clinging to the air.

It was intoxicating, and he cursed the way his skin tingled when your arm brushed lightly against his.

At the door, you turned to face him, your expression softening just a little.

The usual teasing glint in your eyes was still there, but something else had crept—something more intimate, more dangerous.

“Happy birthday,” you say quietly, your voice softer now, as if you didn’t want the rest of the house to hear.

Before he could respond you reach into your bag and pull out a small card, pressing it into his hand.

Your fingers brushed his as you passed it over, the contact sending a jolt through his body.

He stared down at the card, blinking as his mind scrambled to catch up. “What’s this?”

“Just a little somethin’ for later,” you murmured, your eyes locking with his for a heartbeat too long. “Don’t forget to read it.”

Giving him one last smile, you turn and walk out into the fading evening light.

Arvin stood frozen at the door, watching as you disappeared down the dirt road. He could still feel the ghost of your touch on his skin, the weight of the card heavy in his hand.

His heart was pounding, the familiar pull of temptation gnawing at the edges of his resolve.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he glanced down at the card.

His name was written across the front in your neat handwriting. And when he flipped it over, his breath caught in his throat:

Meet me at the abandoned barn by the cornfield.

His mind raced, the invitation clear—undeniable. His heart thudded in his chest, and a small voice in the back of his mind reminded him of all the reasons he shouldn’t go.

All the reasons this was dangerous, reckless. His fingers tightened around the card, and for a brief moment he wondered what the hell he was doing.

But he knew, deep down, that he’d be there.

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The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silver-blue glow over the fields.

Arvin could hear the sound of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears as he made his way down the narrow dirt path toward the barn, the folded card tucked tightly into his jacket pocket.

He’d read it at least a dozen times since you handed it to him, each glance sparking a new wave of heat that crawled up his spine. 

He should’ve stayed home. He knew that. He’d spent the last few hours after dinner sitting on the porch, wrestling with himself.

When he reached the barn door he stopped just outside.

His grandmother’s warnings about temptation played on repeat in his mind, endless sermons about purity and righteousness and the consequences that came to those who strayed.

It wasn’t just her voice he heard; it was the town’s, too—the collective judgment of the people he’d known his whole life.

They wouldn’t hesitate to condemn him, to call him a fool for even thinking about following you here.

Because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you

The way you’d looked at him when you handed him the card, the softness in your voice when you wished him a happy birthday.

The memory of it made his heart race and he hated how much he wanted more of that feeling. More of you.

His fingers nervously twitched at his sides as he took a breath, steeling himself before finally stepping inside.

You were already there, waiting for him.

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Tom Holland Masterlist

includes peter parker and other characters

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Key:

*= smut

❀= favorite

♡= requested

Tom Holland

-By Your Side 

in which y/n tries to help tom improve at roller skating as several obstacles get in their way of having a good time

-It’s All For You ♡

in which y/n is up for an oscar and is supported in every way by her boyfriend tom

-Spider Terror 

in which y/n and tom face one of his biggest foes: a fellow spider

-Movie Night*

in which you and tom decide to take advantage of your very first movie night all alone

-That’s The Tea

in which tom finds out his girlfriend has no idea how to make tea

-Clean ♡

in which y/n helps to break tom’s fear of vulnerability by comforting him after a bad day

-Popsicle Pairs

in which you and tom decide to enjoy more than just popsicles until your son intrudes

Peter Parker

-Where Do We Go Now ❀

in which the death of y/n's father leaves her determined to bring him back and her boyfriend peter determined to save her

-Peter’s Precarious Polyjuice Potion / Part 2

in which you and peter are forced to take extreme lengths to protect your secret relationship with the help of your shape shifting powers

Arvin Russel

-Family Line

in which y/n teagardin is forced move to West Virginia with her brother and in the process, finds a boy who might just make everything alright

-Gold Rush  ♡

in which you and arvin’s secret relationship is discovered after a steamy movie night

[thollandsgirl2013]

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[sivyera]

Yandere TDATT characters being in love with you would include...

ft. arvin, preston, lee, willard, lenora

a/n: pls don't kill me for the preston part, i mean some of you simp for joker who is much worse, btw y/n and Lenora are 18

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⤷ Arvin Eugene Russell

-Arvin would probably first met you at school when he was waiting for Lenora. He saw you standing up for Lenora to her bullies which immediately made him curious about you.

-So he would ask Lenora about you, he'd also told her to befriend you so you can help her in school, definitely not to know more about you.

-POSSESSIVE

-He would stalk you, sometimes he'd be in his car, driving behind your walking figure on the street, or he would sneak to your house at night watching you sleep or shower or do literally anything.

-He will protect you more than he does Lenora. If anyone even look at you the wrong way, they will end up with several broken bones. And if someone tries to touch you without your permission or make you slightly uncomfortable, the person will end up dead.

-After some time he will approach you. Starting a conversation about how glad he is that Lenora has you, that he cannot be around her to protect her all the time.

-He would never hurt you. Maybe if you find out that he killed someone for you, he would try to manipulate you, but he would never punch your or something similar.

-He would kidnap you soon, just to make sure that you are safe with him. He would also take a good care of you, will give you some freedom when he trusts you enough that you won't run away.

-He would want to spend every minute with you and he won't ever let you go, he loves you so much.

⤷ Preston Teagardin

-Preston would meet you in church after your grandma took you there. You didn't believe in god (you were atheist) and just lived normal life but that was to your grandma a sin. Your grandpa didn't really care because he was atheist as well so you often made jokes about your granny's faith.

-When Preston saw you he knew that he wants you. Your beaty was unbelievable. Which made him curious about you. He saw in your eyes that you don't believe in god and that's what attracted him.

-Your grandma told him how sinful you are and asked him if he could talk to you, which he gladly accepted.

-He would manipulate your grandma to think that he needs more time with you, alone. So she will make you go to the church more often, than he could be alone with you.

-Possessive and obsessive, will also stalk you a lot. Probably in his car at night looking into your window at you.

-He wouldn't even try to convince you to believe in god because he himself doesn't believe in him. He is also atheist he's just doing it for the money and power.

-You two will be alone in the church or after some time in his house. He would be over the moon because he can have you all to himself. BUT he wouldn't do anything without your verbal consent, because he would never hurt you in any way.

-Your relationship will be a secret from the start, just few glances and his death stares at anyone who's talking to you.

-But after some time he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore. He just has to have you, all the time. He can't get enough of you.

-He will kidnap you unless you go voluntarily. If yes than you two will run away and live somewhere in countryside where no one will bother you. You will have freedom around the house and on the yard, but he's the one who will go for grocery OR he will go with you, just to make sure no one will talk nor touch his precious angel.

⤷ Lee Bodecker

-Lee will stop you while he was working because you drove too fast. When he pull you over he was too stunned to speak. You were beautiful and he saw fire in your eyes.

-He shook his head and flirt with you, but enough not to make it weird nor make you uncomfortable. At the end of the day he didn't give you the speed ticket and let you go under one condition, which was to give him your name and phone number.

-After that he will make excuses to talk to you, so he would either stop you at the driveway or call you or knock on your door for a talk (because he will found out where you live by stalking you or looking into your file at the police station)

-He is also a stalker but not that much like Arvin, Preston or Willard. He will call it 'looking out for you just in case some men will make you uncomfortable' because he's a policeman, after all it's his job ;)

-He will offer you his help to stay close to you, doesn't matter if you need help with grocery or drop you somewhere in his police car.

-If anyone touches you, make you uncomfortable OR dare to flirt with you, he will arrest them for a long time and make sure they will leave you alone.

-He won't be rude to you or harsh but he will be dominant (like every other characters except Lenora) because he is policeman, you will have to have some respect for him.

-He will kidnap you sooner rather than later, just in case no man will hurt you, this city is cruel...and he can have you for himself.

⤷ Willard Russell

-Willard couldn't take his eyes off of you, when he saw you at that bar. He will talk to you as long as possible and he will flirt with you. After your shift he will take you home to make sure you are fine, definitely not to find out where you live ;)

-He will come to that bar more often to see you and talk to you, will also protect you like that, because no man would even try to talk to you when they saw that Willard is near you.

-At night he will sneak into your house and sat next to your bed, watching you sleep for few hours, you now again just in case.

-He is the most possessive of them all, also the biggest stalker. If anyone will try to talk to you, he will wait on them somewhere in private so no one could see what he will do to that man, because i'm telling you the man that talked to you won't survive or he will have a REALLY hard time.

-He will kidnap you after just two months, this world is too dangerous for someone so beautiful and precious like you.

-He also wouldn't hurt you but he will manipulate you if you won't listen to him. He is also the most dominant, he is veteran so he has some discipline and will 'teach' you how to listen to him.

-Won't let you out of the house but otherwise you have freedom and if you need anything from the shop, he will either go with you or buy anything you need. Most of the time you will stay home tho.

⤷ Lenora Laftery 

-Lenora will meet you at school, you were her new classmate. She is the purest of them all but don't let her innocence fool you. She might be pure and innocent but she's not dumb, she can use it.

-From the start she will pray to god every night so he make her emotions for you vanish. But she will get use to them after some time.

-She will make herself a victim more than she already is to make you protect her from her bullies.

-She is more like your worshiper. Let's say you will became her new 'god' more like goddess, she will worship the ground you walk on, will pray every night for you and your love.

-She will also be a bit confused how much emotions she feels towards you, unhealthy emotions like lust, obsession, desire,... which she finds sinful and horrible but she cannot help herself.

-She won't stalk you... lot, but will kind of spend as much time with you as possible, which means sleepover or study dates (like she likes to call it, even tho they aren't)

-She also won't kidnap you made she will make herself look like a victim even more so you will stay by her side, if you talk to other guys she will act hurt and will say that the guys has been bullying her so you will eventually stop talking to him. She loves you and won't let you leave her side.

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tags: @clarks-letterman hope you like it!

[unlikelyempathpruneauthor]

Arvin x Reader One shot

A/n: back again and most likely disappear had this in one of my drafts hehe hope you enjoy!! before you read there are mentions of a person unaliving themselves so slight trigger warning ‼️

You met Lenora at school sitting in the lunchroom all lonesome,you walked over to her and had stares like daggers when you made your way to her. She looked up and all she could do was stare at you and your bows in your hair with your nice smile as you placed your things on the table and sat across from her, “hi, im y/n, what's your name?” she asked as Lenora was in awe of your kindness, “im Lenora…you sure you wanna sit here?” she asked as you nodded, “yeah, is it okay if i sit here?” you asked as she smiled, “yes, it's very nice to have someone here,” she said as you two talked about anything. Lenora loved how she would spend time with you and she had even explained as to why she was all alone.Her family was such a talk around here, they had gone through so much. The time you had with her was nice. In the beginning you only saw her in the lunchroom, after school you never got sight of her. As time went on you found out why she sped on home, there was this group of boys who would tease her about herself and how her brother arvin had a special relationship according to them and no evidence at all of what was going on.

“They just got nothin better to do,” she explained and you fully believed in her word, “i believe you, those dumbasses probably have it worse that's why they say words that aren't true,” you said as she nodded as you and her walked out of school, “the good thing is they stopped, but it really scares me sometime,”

Out of nowhere this boy walked up to you two, “lenora i thought i told you to book it once the bell rings,” he spoke looking at you then her, “i know, but- oh god where are my manners, y/n this is arvin my brother and arvin this is probably my only friend in this whole school,” she said as you nodded, “hi, sorry for taking her away for a little, just wanted to make sure she was getting home fine,” you explained to arvin as he just couldn't keep his eye off you, “i-its okay sorry, its just i get real worried, it's nice to meet you y/n,” he said still stern as he was he walked back to his car as he looked over at you two talked, “well i'll see you later yeah?” lenora said, “yeah don't worry i'll probably see you at church at latest,” you suggested as she nodded having a better idea, “you know what, what if you come for dinner saturday, that way you can sleep over and we can go to church on sunday,” as you nodded, “Really? You sure?” you asked knowing her momma was strict about it. She was more sure than anything, her momma knew that she had no friends, but after hearing so much about you she was more than happy to have you over and spend time with them.

The time you had with the Russell family was like having another family. You only had your aunt who took you after your daddy died in the war. You didn't have a mother, she left you with your daddy after having you, so you had more in common with Lenora and her folks than people thought. This also gave you time with arvin on a personal level, he liked you since the minute he saw you, he felt what his daddy felt when he saw his momma. 

“Now come on, lenora wont mind, if anything she will be happy we got together,” arvin said as you walked along the sidewalk reading your book, “oh arvin you are such a tease, you do realize when she sees us together she seeing those damn bells ringing,” you smirked as he smiled, “oh honey you ain't seen nothin yet, you will hear those bells ringing i will be marrying you,” which made you look up, “you are one crazy boy,” he said placing a kiss on your cheek, “only for you sweetheart,”

When Lenora killed herself, you found her in the closet looking for her, she wasn't feeling too good for church so you brought her medicine to feel all better, “now where could she be? Lenora! Girl, where are you-” you opened the door and saw her hanging by the rope, your heart was clenching and it only took you a moment to react, “Oh my…Arvin! Help! Please!” you repeated over and over, arvin ran as quick as he could and saw you screaming for his sister, took him a moment to react too and help you get her off the rope. All you remember was there was so much screaming. Lenora was the last person you would think to do this. 

Which leads you to where you are now, you and arvin got married even after everything that happened to arvin you stuck with him. You two both had terrible lives, but now you were given the chance to live the way you deserved after everything. In a new town where no one knew yall. You bought a house together and worked jobs for the time being and just saw how life would treat you. 

You weren't feeling too good lately so you called out of work for a couple days, “you sure you're feeling good? Why don't I take you to the doctor, even better call him here hon,” you nodded, “im okay it's probably the flu arv, just go to work, i'll call you if anything happens, yeah?” you assured him as he nodded, he kissed you goodbye and headed to work hoping you were okay. He hated when you got sick he worried so much it had reminded him of his momma and especially Lenora. He knew you were not capable of doing such, but being sick just reminded him of awful memories. 

He hurried on home with some medicine and some soup hoping it made you feel better, he walked in and started calling your name, “y/n honey i got some soup and some stuff that will-” he was cut off seeing you laid out on the floor, he was quickly to panic trying to wake you up as you got out of the state you were in, “arvin, what happened,” you said looking around your surrounding seeing you had been on the ground, “you were just on the ground like you was dead, what- did someone do something? What happend?” he said, still quite panicked, " I was just getting water, that's it,” you said as he picked you up and he called the doctor. 

The doctor ran all the tests insisted by arvin wanting to make sure everything was okay, once the doctor walked toward arvin he was quick to stand, the news he had just heard was far from his mind than anything he expected.

He walked back to your room as you sat in bed reading your book, once you saw Arvin you were quick to put it down, “so? What is it arvin? Do we have to start praying,” you stood up as he was quick to hold you sitting you down, “no honey, well maybe, it's all good were havin a baby,” he spat very happy, “you serious, oh my arvin, were havin a baby, oh arv,” you said tearing up, “hey hey, it's all good news, i married you for a reason, i ain't going nowhere, we are havin this baby,” he said as you looked over at him as you shook your head, “oh arv it's nothing like that, it's just…lenora, she would be here,” you said as he hugged you, “i know honey, but hey, if we have a girl we can name her lenora,” you nodded very happy, “we can oh god we can,” you both were over the moon and emotional all in the same boat not wanting this moment to be over. You worked so hard to be where you are, you were both thanking god, even arvin.

[nickeverdeen]

No Love Lost | Arvin Russell x fem!reader

Pairings: Arvin Russell x fem!reader (sexual)

Type of fic: Smut

Warnings: Harsh sex, semi-public sex, top!Arvin, bottom!reader, cussing

Summary: You and Arvin have obvious hate for each other, but what happens when you put that hate into some kind of more… interesting activity?

PS: This is probably the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written

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The humid air of Knockemstiff was heavy, clinging to your skin as you made your way to the small clearing behind the church. You were already in a foul mood, and the last thing you needed was to run into Arvin Russell. But, as if fate was dead set on making your day worse, there he was—leaning against a tree with that insufferable smirk on his face.

“Well, look who it is,” Arvin drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “What are you doing here, darlin’? Come to pray for some good sense?”

You glared at him, your hands balling into fists at your sides. “Why don’t you mind your own business, Russell? I’m not in the mood for your shit today.”

Arvin pushed off the tree, sauntering closer with that irritating swagger of his. “Aw, what’s the matter? Life not treatin’ you too well?” His tone was almost pitying, but the smirk on his face betrayed the satisfaction he took in getting under your skin.

“Fuck off,” you snapped, turning to walk away, but Arvin wasn’t about to let you off that easily.

“You always so damn uptight?” he called after you, his voice taking on a mocking edge. “Or is it just me that gets you all riled up?”

You spun around to face him, anger flaring in your chest. “God, you’re such an asshole. I can’t stand being around you!”

Arvin’s grin only widened as he stepped closer, his eyes darkening with a mix of challenge and something else that made your pulse quicken. “Funny, I was just about to say the same thing about you. You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?”

The two of you stood there, inches apart, glaring at each other with such intensity that it felt like the air between you might ignite. Neither of you backed down, the tension crackling like a live wire.

“You wanna do somethin’ about it?” Arvin’s voice was low, almost a growl, his eyes locked onto yours.

Without thinking, you shoved him, hard. Arvin barely budged, his eyes narrowing as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you against him roughly. “Careful, darlin’. You might bite off more than you can chew.”

“Let go of me,” you hissed, trying to pull away, but Arvin’s grip only tightened.

“Make me,” he challenged, his breath hot against your face.

The rage boiling inside you exploded. You grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him closer as your lips crashed together in a bruising kiss. It wasn’t gentle or sweet—it was raw, rough, and filled with all the pent-up anger you’d been holding back for so long.

Arvin responded in kind, his hands gripping your waist as he backed you up against the tree, his lips and teeth harsh against yours. It was a battle for dominance, each of you trying to outdo the other, to prove who was in control.

You broke the kiss first, gasping for breath, but Arvin didn’t give you a chance to recover. His hands were already on your hips, tugging at your clothes with a roughness that should have made you pull away, but instead, it only fueled your desire to match his intensity.

“Think you can handle me?” you taunted, your voice breathless as you fought to keep your own hands from trembling as they fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

Arvin’s response was a low, guttural growl as he shoved your skirt up, his hand slipping between your legs with no hesitation. “I’ve handled worse than you,” he shot back, his fingers finding your most sensitive spot with a roughness that made you gasp.

You retaliated by pushing your hand down the front of his pants, grabbing him with a firm grip that had him hissing through his teeth. “You talk too much,” you muttered, your voice laced with frustration as you stroked him just enough to get a reaction.

He bit down on your neck, hard enough to leave a mark, his hand working you over with a brutal efficiency that had you struggling to keep up. You bit back a moan, determined not to let him see how much he was getting to you.

But Arvin wasn’t about to let you win that easily. With a rough shove, he turned you around, pressing you face-first against the tree. The bark bit into your skin, but the sting was nothing compared to the way his hands yanked your underwear down and entered you without warning, the sudden fullness making you cry out in surprise and anger.

“You like that, huh?” Arvin taunted, his voice low and mocking as he thrust into you with a punishing rhythm. “Always knew you were a little slut.”

“Fuck you, Arvin,” you spat back, your voice trembling with a mix of rage and arousal as you pushed back against him, refusing to be the only one on the receiving end of this.

“That’s the plan,” he muttered, his grip on your hips bruising as he slammed into you, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure and pain shooting through your body.

It was a battle, each of you trying to outlast the other, to push the other to their breaking point. You hated how much you wanted it, how much your body craved the roughness, the anger, the sheer force of him inside you.

The tension between you was electric, each thrust and gasp feeding the fire of your mutual hatred. The sounds of your bodies colliding filled the air, mingling with the curses and insults you hurled at each other.

“Is that all you got?” you taunted, even as your body trembled under the force of his thrusts. “I thought you were tougher than this.”

Arvin’s response was a vicious snap of his hips that had you choking on your own breath, the sudden intensity overwhelming. “You’re gonna regret that,” he growled, his voice thick with the effort of holding back.

But you didn’t regret it—not one bit. You wanted more, needed more of this intensity, this raw, unfiltered connection that was so different from anything else you’d ever experienced.

The heat built between you, spiraling higher and higher until it finally broke, your body shattering around him as you came with a scream that echoed through the trees. Arvin followed close behind, his release sudden and violent as he buried himself deep inside you.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you panting and trembling with the aftershocks of what had just happened. Then, with a rough shove, Arvin pulled out of you, leaving you leaning against the tree, your legs barely able to hold you up.

You turned around to face him, both of you breathing heavily, sweat and tension still clinging to your bodies. The anger was still there, simmering just beneath the surface, but so was something else—something neither of you wanted to acknowledge.

“Fuck you,” you spat, the words leaving your lips like venom as you glared at him, your voice still shaky from the intensity of it all.

Arvin smirked, though it didn’t lack its usual bite. “You just did,” he shot back, his voice rough, almost tired.

Neither of you moved to clean up or get dressed. Instead, you both collapsed onto the ground, lying there in the cooling night air, your bodies still thrumming from the encounter. There was no tenderness, no soft words or gentle touches—just the lingering anger and resentment that had always been there between you.

And the last words you heard before drifting off?

“I hate you.”

“I hate you too.”

[holyfruitsnax]

Eternity

Summary: You snooped into something that ended up being more than you can handle. It’s not your fault you were curious. As much as Arvin was your friend, he’d been acting out lately, little did you know that soon you’d be stuck together, for eternity.

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violent themes, Kidnapping, Murder, Slightly yandere!Arvin, Cursing, Brief mentions of suicide, and of course never proof read. (Probably needs more warnings than this just let me know)

  Nothing, you saw nothing. Your ears still rang, eyes still stung from the hot tears that fell while your brain worked overtime to find reasons for todays events. You weren’t dead? Were you? Your fingers grazed against the odd plastic above you, the stiff material made it difficult to breath. Breathe. Were you still with him? You recalled the gargled speech of Pastor Teagardin as several bullets tore through his chest. A moment you weren’t supposed to be around for, one you were stupid enough to stumble upon. 

  Brown eyes you’d have believed were heaven sent before today stared back into yours. Arvin Russell. He’d scrambled around to pick up his shell casings so fast, you noticed him wince from them still being hot to the touch. They’d just blown through a man, and he was scooping them up like they were shells on a beach. “Y/N?...Listen to me doll-” Arvin had reached out to you, his unplanned visitor. You couldn’t touch him, you wouldn’t let him touch you. Hurt you too. “Please...Please don’t kill me- I won’t tell nobody, I swear Arvin!” You pleaded to the man through blurry eyes.

  Arvin’s soft demeanor shifted as he looked to the ceiling with a click of his tongue. “Now, how could I do that to you my little trinket? Hmm?” His half lidded eyes shifted to you, chin still pulled up as his presence ate you alive. Closer. Until his rugged hands gripped your arm quickly pulling you out of the bloody church with him. “Arvin!-” Your scream fell upon deaf ears as Arvin covered your mouth with a heavy sigh before you were met with a heavy blow to your head.

  Now you were here, panicked hands scooted across the black space in search of its end. A sliver of sunlight cut through to your fingers as you found the edge of the dark grey tarp. Pulling it aside you faced upwards in the bed of an old truck staring at the mid day sky. What you’d thought to be sweat before turned out to be blood coming from your temple. You sat up slowly while holding your head, looking around a bit whoosy until you met eyes in the rear view mirror. Brown eyes. You gasped and struggled with the rest of the tarp over your legs, the truck slamming to a stop flinging you against the back glass.

  The air in your lungs escaped in a large gust, but you powered on hoisting your leg over the side of the truck bed. There they were again, evil hands burning against your heavenly skin. “HELP! HELP ME PELASE SOMEBODY!” You screamed out as Arvin yanked you into his arms, grunting against you while you tried to kick him. “Damnit Y/N STOP!” Arvin growled, tossing you onto the trucks bench seat. His body slid in next to yours, gripping you tight so he could lock the truck. The cool black barrel against your cheek made you tremble, vison blurring again with a whimper. You’d always thought of Arvin to be decent, maybe even your friend, now he may be the death of you.

  “Nah, c’mon now darlin’ don’t- don’t do all at’ now.” Arvin furrowed his brows wiping some of your tears away with his thumb. “Make a man feel bad.” He huffed buckling you in before himself. You stared at the curly haired man in disbelief, “Make you feel bad? You murdered a man!” You shouted, though you dared not much more as Arvin was armed. “I know you was stalkin’ the preacher. I saw you outside his house.” Arvin turned his head towards you with an unimpressed look. “I know. I was watchin’ him for what he did to my Lenora. Raped her. Made her kill herself.” His eyes watched the road again letting you think about his words. Lenora’s baby, of course. Choosing not to press this issue for now, you stayed silent.

  “I been watchin’ you too lil’ girl. longer than I was watchin’ that no good preacher. You can’t watch the watcher doll. I was after you first.” Your eyes blew wide. “But, I followed you! I-” Arvin laughed dryly “Dumb lil’ girl. Whatever kinda detective you thought you was, I let you be.” You swallowed thickly choosing to stare at the road with Arvin. He’d been stalking me too. He really was sick. “Where are you taking me?” You mumbled, moving to lean your head against the window. “Wherever I want. I was thinkin’ we’d make home over in Cincinnati.”

  We? “What uh, what do you mean we?” You felt like you knew what he was implying, especially after his newest confession. “I figure, you’ve seen too much, know too much. I-I can’t kill you, I love you-” You shook your head. “Arvin you can’t love me! I mean for gods sake you hurt me! You’re sick and you need help!”. Arvin’s jaw tensed “I DO LOVE YOU! DON’T YOU TELL ME OTHERWISE!”. You cried feeling his hand come up to your face, fingers squishing your cheeks in as he pulled you closer. The truck came to a stop as Arvin watched you, a smirk playing on his lips. “I didn’t want to hurt you Y/N, honest. Y-You tried to leave ME.” Arvin pressed a hand against his chest in hurt “I had to, see what you make me do?” 

  He frowned tired of your crying, placing a kiss to your wounded temple. “M’sorry darlin’.” His warm lips traveled to your cheekbone, then encased your pouted lips. You struggled against him face still in his hand. “I don’t love you.” You sniffled making Arvin’s frown grow deeper, eyes grow a bit dark. His fingers squeezed your poor jaw tighter making you whine in pain. His posture slouching slightly to meet your eyes, noses touching ever so gently. “You love me. Go on. Say. it.” You kept your mouth sealed shut, eyes drifting to the fabric of his jeans, scared of his unstable state. “SAY IT.” You jolted, Arvin’s thunderous voice filling the small space.

  Hot breath that smelled of mouthwash and cigarettes fanned across your face. Despite his tantrum, you stayed frozen, he wouldn’t kill you. “You don’t love me?” Arvin’s voice cracked as you shook your head. He forced you to meet his bitter chocolate eyes again, oh how you wished they were sweet like before. “Figure it out.” He grunted, pushing you back from him, continuing to drive. Arvin couldn’t seem to stay mad at you though, his right hand smoothing over your leg curled up on the bench seat. “You’re mine, and we belong, together~” Arvin sang softly to you along with the old crackly radio. His hand halted on your knee before dipping under your floral skirt to rub along the supple skin of your thigh, ignoring your discomfort. “Yes, we belong, together~...” Arvin’s mind had been set, if you didn’t love him, he’d make you fake it until it was true. “For..Eternity.”

  Somehow you drifted off to sleep and some time passed, a few hours maybe? The sun had just barely gone down when the truck stuttered to a halt again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.” Arvin beat his fist against the steering wheel reading the gas gauge. Arvin’s shouting forced you up right in your seat, the door mechanism unlocking beside you as he climbed out of the truck. Your hand trembled against the truck door handle debating escape. “Don’t get any ideas doll.” The truck door popped open, Arvin standing over you. “What are we supposed to do? Walk?” You cocked a brow at your kidnapper making him roll his eyes “What else? C’mon, maybe we’ll get lucky and somebody’ll pick us up.” He waved a hand while the other grabbed ahold of one of your own. Unsure why you didn’t attempt to run, you let Arvin take your hand as you walked “And if someone doesn’t? Do you know where the next town is?” You huffed kicking a rock. “Nope.” Arvin chuckled at your despair.

  “What. What happened with Lenora?” You whispered, unsure of which side of Arvin you’d receive. A soft sigh beside you helped you put your nerves at ease. “Y’know how she used to go a-an’ sit with her momma?” Arvin raised a brow watching you nod. “Well, I left her there one day, an’ I guess, that bastard preacher saw his chance an’ took it.” Arvin’s voice wavered, this was your Arvin. “The baby you mentioned? You think...” You couldn’t help the way your lips pulled in disgust. “I don’t think, I know. Lenora wasn’t just wonderin’ around with anybody. All of a sudden she’s with this preacher is secret. She comes home sick as a dog one day. The next she’s- I-I found her in the sh-shed.” Arvin’s eyes widened “Hanging there. She was cold when I got her down.” He sniffled. “Police come round saying that she was pregnant, they figured it was some kinda incest. But it was that preacher. H-He even tried to talk me onto his side.” Arvin sighed shoving his free hand in his pocket. “Arvin I’m sorry.” You mumbled making him nod.

  Luckily for you both after some time, a car honked and pulled up to you both. “My goodness what’s a pair of kids like you doin’ all the way out here?” The large set man chuckled out. He looked to be a bit older than the blonde woman next to him, his hair slightly thinned, a crooked smile that blew smoke out while he spoke to Arvin. “Truck broke down a while back. Y’see my fiancé and I were wanting to find somewhere to start new y’know? Ain’t that right darlin’?” Arvin squeezed your hand. “Yep! Hoping to find a little land of our own.” You sputtered out making the blonde woman nod, the man you’d learn was her husband popped the car door open to let you and Arvin file in.

  “Thank you.” You hummed while Arvin instead stayed silent, hand remaining locked in yours. Something about them seemed off to him. The couple rambled about their own lives, photography, religion, how they’d met. To you they seemed like a nice couple on the search for a good photo opportunity. To Arvin, they seemed too close to himself, everything seeming calculated before being said, the small glances between the two before a detail was given. “I hope the two of you don’t mind but, my bladder ain’t what it used to be. we’ll just pull over, yeah just right down in here is fine.” The woman tensed in her seat, watching her husband closely as he got out of the car to take a leak.

  “Y/N. I need you to trust me here.” Arvin eyed the gentleman relieving himself, spotting the flash of a gun tucked below his belt. He nudged his head in his direction, dropping his own gun out in the seat for you. “A-Arvin? I can’t.” You shook your head matching Arvin’s whisper. Of course, he didn’t ask if you could, he made a silent demand. So you gripped the pistol in your hand, Arvin quickly popped his door open, snatching the mans gun from his hip. Your eyes tore away from Arvin at the sound of a gun cocking in front of you. Raising Arvin’s gun high matching the terrified woman you shook in your seat “I-I don’t wanna hurt you.” You clenched your jaw watching her finger flick down to her guns trigger. You had no choice. You did the same, pulling the trigger once clenching your eyes shut as two more shots had rung outside the car.

  You gasped letting your hand run along your body in search of a bullet wound. She hadn’t hit you? Now came the next problem, you sat face to face with a dead woman, just as scared as you. Why were you right to kill her? You weren’t. Arvin fumbled into the front seat, stopping to take a look at the woman hearing you hyperventilate in the backseat. “You’ve got to breathe Y/N.” Arvin called to you, snatching some money and a few other things from the car before joining you in the back seat. “I-I c-Can’t!” You cried still clutching the hot gun in your hand “I didn’t wanna Arvin! I-I thought she was gonna, gonna shoot me!” You sobbed, letting Arvin pull you out of the car. “We gotta get out of here and you gotta stop that.” His face gave away his own nerves, walking back up the road you’d come out of.

  You wiped your eyes looking down at the gun in your hand. You stopped in your tracks, eyes lifting slowly to Arvin who kept walking. Bringing the gun up you aim it towards him, Arvin Russell, a murderer, an old friend. Only hearing his own footsteps Arvin stopped with a laugh “I can’t carry you all the way doll, c’mon-” His voice caught in his throat at the sight of you. A soft breeze blew the loose hair around your face, your eyes leaked tears that read every emotion under the sun. How could he have forgotten about the gun? Arvin didn’t reach for the gun he’d stolen from his victim, he settled on taking steps toward you. “I’m not your doll.” You hissed through gritted teeth yet Arvin still came towards you. “Don’t come any closer! I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

  Arvin smiled at you, stepping in front of your gun. “Okay. Do it. I’m not sure where you think you’ll go, I’m all you’ve got.” He picked at his nails watching your mind crumble. “And you are my doll, sweet, naïve little puppet.” The gun in your hand weighing more than you could bear thud against the dirt road. He was right. A gentle kiss placed itself against your forehead, hands holding your jaw to tilt it so Arvin could look you in the eye. “It was us or them. N’from what I found, they weren’t no good neither.” He lifted the photo of a mangled man on a picnic blanket to you making you gasp and avert your eyes. “You ain’t tainted darlin’ you’re just surviving.” Arvin nussled his nose against your cheek making you shudder and nod. He wiped your tears like he had before, this time much more sincere, like your old Arvin might would.

  “We gotta get out of here.” You met Arvin’s gaze, not able to match his smile. “Atta girl!” He beamed, pulling you in for a kiss which you stood still for, but let him. Arvin picked your gun up off the ground and you were off, leaving the couple in the distance. The cool feeling of metal sliding up your finger made you glance over to Arvin confused. A ring, her ring. “Just as a place holder for now, for our story. I’ll get you one of your own later.” He looped his thicker fingers into yours. You should be horrified, but you’re not. In fact, you’re flattered. For the first time in you endeavor, you offered Arvin a smile.

[hoteldreamss]

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Арвин надеется, что ему больше не попадутся на пути психи, убийцы или кто-то, делающий его прикончить, обокрасть или подставить.

Он выставил руку в сторону, подняв большой палец. Арвин идёт назад, какое-то время, после чего снова разворачивается, не желая свалиться и удариться затылком. Он надеется, что машина, которую уже может слышать, остановится, а не проедет мимо. Его ноги уже изрядно устали, и он уверен, что сядет в авто, даже если водитель будет подозрительным.

Ты плавно сбавляешь скорость, решив, что парень, которого ты заметила, выглядит безобидно и его можно подобрать. Машина - самая настоящая развалюха, но другой у твоей семьи не было. Незнакомец, оперившись одной рукой на крышу машины, наклоняется и заглядывает в твоё открытое окно машины.

— Подвести? — ты улыбаешься своей очаровательной улыбкой, подняв очки, так, чтобы теперь они были ободком для волос.

— Да.

— Садись, — произносишь ты. Арвин обходит твою машину и залезает на сидение рядом с тобой. — Куда ты направляешься?

— Не знаю, а куда вы едете? — спрашивает он.

— До ближайшего большого города, наверное, — произносишь ты, опуская солнечные очки обратно на переносицу.

Арвин проходится по тебе взглядом, невольно отмечая, что ты настоящая красавица. Однако твоя футболка открывает твои руки, позволяя людям видеть синяки на твоей коже. Тёмно-фиолетово-красные пятна заметные и их достаточно, чтобы обратить внимание, но на твоём теле их больше. Но Арвину видно лишь неприкрытые, он и не подозревает, что под одеждой всё ещё хуже. Он цепляется взглядом за следы насилия на тебе, и слишком долго пялится, хочет оторвать взгляд, но никак не может с собой совладать.

— Это из-за семе��ных разборок, — произносишь ты, так будто ничего такого в этом нет.

— Семейных разборок? — переспрашивает Арвин, догадываясь, что ты имеешь в виду, что кто-то из твоих родственников, скорее всего мужчина, бьёт тебя.

— Да, — говоришь ты это так легко, будто совсем не переживаешь на этот счёт. — Как тебя зовут?

Ты решаешь перевести тему, потому что тебе не хочется рассказывать о том, что в твоей семье творилось что-то ненормальное, неправильное. У тебя больше нет в голосе того задора с которым ты говорила раньше, теперь ты звучишь серьёзно, спокойно, улыбка слабая, но хотя бы она осталась.

— Арвин, — произносит новый знакомый. — А тебя?

— Т\И, — говоришь ты, не отрывая взгляд от дороги, продолжая вести машину.

Конечно, ты могла бы вообще ничего не отвечать, надеть кофту и синяков твоих никто бы не увидел. Но на улице ужасно жарко, ты не выдержала бы так долго в этой колымаге, где нет кондиционера и, где даже открытые окна не помогали, охладиться.

— Ты едешь к семье? — интересуется Арвин.

Ты слабо посмеиваешься, это даже скорее нервный смешок. Но твои костяшки на руле побелели.

— Нет, нет. Боже... — тебе смешно от того, что ты никогда бы не поехала к своей семье. Сделала бы что угодно, лишь бы не видеться с ними. — Я вообще-то думала об Аляске. Слышала, там тихо и прохладно.

Парень смотрит прямо на дорогу и думает, что может ему тоже надо на Аляску. Он ведь теперь не может вернуться домой, вряд ли его там оправдают. Поэтому, ему стоит просто подумать о другом месте, где он создал бы свой дом или нашёл его. Может, стоит пойти на войну, он ведь умеет драться, его отец был на войне. А может он встретит красивую девушку, которая станет его женой, а потом и матерью его ребёнка. Может у него не так всё плохо, как могло бы быть. Особенно если одно из этих «может» уже сбылось.

[shadowuponstorm]

Hi, Arvin Russell

A year after the incidents in Coal Creek, WV, and Meade, OH, Arvin is back in a small town after serving in the Vietnam War. He thought he had left the drama back home, but boy, he was wrong to assume such a thing. MENTIONS: ABUSE, FIGHTING, SMOKING, BLOOD

"Anything else for you, sugar?" A lady asked as I stirred a spoon in my coffee to blend the creamer.

"No, thank you, ma'am, I'm fine," I respond with a drawl of my southern accent as she nods her head and moves on to handle another customer.

I've just gotten back from overseas. Fighting the war in Vietnam was no easy task, and since I've taken a seat, many people have come up to thank me for my service or give me God's blessing that I was able to come back home to my family. My grandma and uncle don't know I went to war, and I also haven't seen them since I left. What happened in the past year, I can never go back and face them, not after what I've done. I haven't prayed since my mama and daddy died or been in church since that day. Reverend Preston Teagardin was found dead in the pews with a bullet wound to the head. I take a sip of my coffee before I hear the bell on the door ring, catching my attention. I look over and see a couple walking in, a guy wearing coveralls with the name tag "Raymond" on the chest and a girl in tow behind him. I hunched that something was amiss when I saw the look on the girl's face; she was scared, and Raymond had quite a rough grip on her arm. They decided to sit at a table adjacent to my seat, and a waitress arrived to take their order when I heard Raymond start to flirt with her. The waitress decided to flirt back, which made me roll my eyes.

"Seriously?" As I took another sip, I thought, "If you're going to flirt with other women, why even bring your girlfriend?"

The waitress asked the girl for her order before she muttered, "Nothing, thank you."

"Speak up when you're spoken to, whore," Raymond said through gritted teeth as he slams a fist on the table, making everyone in the place jump, except for me.

"No, thank you, I don't want anything," The girl spoke louder as the waitress walked back behind the counter to get Raymond's order ready.

"It's good that you listened to me; you were getting fat anyways," Raymond said as I paused mid-sip at the audacity of this man to treat a woman as such.

As much as I wanted to punch him or smack him on the back of the head, I could hear my daddy telling me, "Wait for the right time." 30 minutes or so went by before they decided to head out. After watching them leave, I pulled out my wallet to grab a $10 bill to leave as a tip and headed out the door to make sure the girl was okay. I looked around for signs of her and thought I might've been too late until I heard a scream. I rushed over to where the sound was to see this Raymond guy has her pushed against a brick wall with one hand over her mouth and the other on her hip.

"You're going to do what I tell you to do," Raymond muttered as he reached his hand that was on her hip to go under her dress.

Before he could do anything else, I ran over and landed a punch square across the jaw. He groaned in pain before he turned his attention to me and wiped the blood from his lip. Raymond wielded his fist back to land a punch in my nose, hard. I then jump on top of him to continue throwing punches until I see him struggle.

"Now, stay away from her, or else I will find you again and do worse than this," I said as I leaned my face to Raymond's, "Got it?"

Raymond nodded weakly, and I moved off him to turn my attention to the shaking girl in front of me.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. He shouldn't hurt you again, is there anyone you need me to call or come get you?" I asked as she shook her head no, "Okay, come on, I'll give you a ride, and you can stay with me until you recover enough."

I started to walk to my car, expecting her to follow me, but before she did, she landed a hard kick to Raymond's ribs. I opened the passenger door for her to get in, then shut the door to go to the driver's side.

"Why did you do that?" I hear her ask before I told her I'll explain everything when we're back at my place.

After arriving, we got out of the car and before I could grab a cigarette to light, I see her walking up with a napkin in hand.

"Wha-" I was about to ask before she started wiping away the blood from my nose, "Why are you doing that?"

"You did something for me, so I thought I would do something for you," the girl responded as she tossed the bloody napkin in a nearby trash can, "I believe you said you'll explain everything when we arrived."

I pulled out a cigarette and lit it before I asked her for her name.

"My name is Y/N, and yours?" She asked back, making me chuckle.

"Arvin Russell, and well, no girl deserves to be treated like that, so I waited for the right time to beat up that dumbass," I said as I walked toward my porch and asked, "Are you sure there's no one to call?"

Y/N shook her head before saying, "My mama died when I was young, and my daddy was nowhere to be found. I've been on my own since I turned 18, but I lived with my aunt most of my life. She lives in the next town over. What made you think you needed to wait for the right time?"

"My daddy, he taught me that before he died," I responded as Y/N looked curious before she asked about how it happened.

"I was young when my mama got diagnosed with cancer. My daddy had it in his mind that God would remove the cancer from her body. So we would go to the praying log to pray, hoping that it would work, but when it didn't, my daddy sacrificed my dog, Jack. He committed suicide the day we buried my mama," I responded as I turned my head away, not wanting to see her reaction.

"Please tell me that dog isn't still hanging on the cross," Y/N said as I shook my head and told her how I went back years later to give him a proper burial that he deserved.

"So, what brought you to this small town of mine?" Y/N asked as I considered my answer before simplifying it to, "I've just finished fighting the war in Vietnam. Amongst other things, but I'm keeping those details to myself."

"I get that. You just met a total stranger after coming to her rescue," Y/N said as I laughed before I thought to ask if Raymond knew where she lived.

"Oh shit, I forgot about that. He's probably waiting at my front door for me to come home," Y/N responded, looking nervous, before I told her she could stay as long as she needed to feel safe, "Wait, you're okay with me staying? Even if you just met me?"

I nodded before saying, "I'm not a bad guy to live with, I can give you space when and if you need it."

"Okay, then I accept your offer, Arvin Russell," Y/N said with a smile as I smiled back at her.

Little did we know that decision would change both of our lives forever.

[tom-whore-dleston]

Goth Farmer

Goth: horror themes, mysterious and dark, mysterious Farmer: rural, tractors and machinery, animals, traditional

Here is my submission for @the-slumberparty's What's Your Aesthetic graphic challenge. I can't believe the slumber party is slowly coming to an end 🥺🥺 I've been having such a blast connecting with so many kind and talented creators while getting back in the writing groove. I am already looking forward to the next slumber party 😊😊

For this challenge, I got goth farmer and immediately thought of Arvin Russel. It was easy since The Devil All the Time already has southern gothic themes.

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ALL RIGHTY welcome to my blog if you’re here then you probably saw this post and my username and said to urself “maybe I should see what this is about”

WELL, this blog is as my username says, I have too many fandoms and sometimes I write stuff for them. I will also reblog the fics that I read and enjoy so that you can read and enjoy them too. I may do requests but that’s a biiiiig ‘if’. I will now list the fandoms that I have and it will probably be added to.

~updated June 17th 2023~

Movies ⬇️

Descendants

- [ ] Harry Hook

The devil all the time

- [ ] Arvin Russell

Marvel

- [ ] Billy and tommy maximoff (STRICTLY PLATONIC/paternal)

- [ ] Bucky Barnes

- [ ] Captain Marvel

- [ ] Erik Killmonger

- [ ] Ikaris

- [ ] Loki

- [ ] Natasha Romanov

- [ ] (Mcu) Peter Parker

- [ ] (Tasm) Peter Parker

- [ ] (Tfatws) Sharon Carter

- [ ] Steve Rogers

- [ ] Yelena Belova

The Maze Runner

- [ ] Thomas

- [ ] Newt

- [ ] Minho

Top Gun: Maverick

-[ ] Bradley (Rooster) Bradshaw

-[ ] Jake (Hangman) Seresin

-[ ] Bob (maybe)

Uncharted

- [ ] Nathan Drake

TV Shows ⬇️

Arcane

- [ ] Silco

- [ ] Vi

- [ ] Jinx

- [ ] Viktor

The Bodyguard

- [ ] David Budd

Boku no hero academia

- [ ] Izuku Midoriya

- [ ] Denki Kaminari

- [ ] Hawks

- [ ] Bakugou Katsuki

- [ ] Eijirou Kirishima

Criminal Minds

- [ ] Spencer Reid

Game Of Thrones

- [ ] Robb Stark

- [ ] Jon Snow

Haikyuu

- [ ] Daichi

- [ ] Sugawara (sometimes)

- [ ] Ushijima

- [ ] Oikawa

- [ ] Tsukkishima

- [ ] Kita

- [ ] Bokuto

- [ ] Iwaizumi

- [ ] Yamaguchi

Stranger Things

- [ ] Eddie Munson

- [ ] Steve Harrington

- [ ] Billy Hargrove (just less racist)

- [ ] Robin Buckley

- [ ] Chrissy Cunningham

- [ ] Dimitri Antonov

Teen wolf

- [ ] Stiles Stilinski

- [ ] Isaac Lahey

- [ ] Allison Argent

Wednesday

- [ ] Derek Hale

- [ ] Theo Raeken

- [ ] Tyler Galpin

- [ ] Wednesday Addams

- [ ] Xavier Thorne (possibly)

Actors/actresses ⬇️

- [ ] Richard Madden

- [ ] Sebastian Stan

- [ ] Tom holland

- [ ] Chris evans

- [ ] Henry Cavill

- [ ] Sam holland

- [ ] Matthew Gray Gubler

- [ ] Dylan O’Brien

- [ ] Florence Pugh

- [ ] Cody Christian

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Oh my GOD 💀

askin for devil all the time fic whatever you wanna write i’m leavin it up to you

Okay, so this took so long because I got carried away, but I LOVED writing this and I truly hope you enjoy it!! Once again, I love you and would do anything you ask of me, so please never feel bad about asking me to write anything!!! ENJOY and Happy Halloween!!

P.S. @imawreck1999, if you want to do a reading of this, I’ll make popcorn this time.

Word Count: 12,820

Warnings: SMUT (18+) (No Age Gap between reader and Arvin), Murder, Violence, Underage Drinking, Running Away, Family Arguing, Gambling, Just lots of not good things...Read At Your Own Risk and Responsibly 

**

                                I’ll Follow You Into The Dark

“Same fill up as usual?” Arvin asks as you pull up to the gas station where he works.

“I suppose so,” you smile as you roll down your window. “You know, my Pa is sore at you.”

“Sore at me? For what?” he asks, pushing the pump nozzle into your gas tank. “I worked off my debt, didn’t I?”

“You worked off your debt, but you stopped comin’ around.”

“What else is there for me to come around for?”

“I don’t know, probably thought you’d man up and ask me out,” you say with a wry smile.

“I did man up and ask you out,” he chuckles, removing the nozzle once the machine ‘tings’.

“I know that- but he doesn’t.”

“You ready for your parents to know?”

“Not really. But you could still come around.”

“Come around and do what?”

“I don’t know, maybe fix a chifferobe or two? Fix up the sink in the kitchen?”

“You know I have to pickup Lenora after school.”

“Who told you not to? Hell, bring her with you.”

“Yeah? Then what happens after I run out of things to fix?” he smirks, leaning against the drivers side door.

“Maybe make an honest woman out of me, and ask me out on a real date? In front of my parents.”

“Maybe-”

“By maybe, I mean do it.”

“You’ll be ready for that?”

“Ready for my Mama and all of her hollerin’ about a weddin’ date and havin’ babies? Never,” you laugh softly, “but I’m ready to be with you. Really be with you. Besides, as handy as you are, you can’t be that fast at fixin’ things.”

“Well, now I have a bit more of a push to work faster,” he laughs before dipping down and kissing you. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Arvin,” you sigh, always wanting more of him but never asking as Sheriff Lee Bodecker pulls up behind you, obnoxiously honking his horn. “What a prick. Hey, what are you doin’ tonight?”

“Goin’ home and helpin’ my grandmother with last minute prep for some Spring thing they’re havin’ at church this weekend.”

“Well, do you think she’d protest to you staying out a little later tonight?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“There’s gonna be a little get together at Tim’s,” you sigh as the Sheriff honks his horn again. You lean out the open window, turn around, and give him the finger. Sheriff or not, he can still kiss both sides of your ass.

“Y/N, don’t-” he sheepishly protests.

“I haven’t done anythin’ besides bruise his ego, don’t worry about him. What do you say? Come tonight-”

“Lenora-”

“It’ll only be for a few hours, she’ll be fine. I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” he smiles as the sheriff honks his horn again. “I’ll meet you there-”

“My parents have dinner plans with a friend, pick me up.”

“Fine, I’ll pick you up,” he laughs before kissing your forehead. “Go before you get yourself in real trouble.”

“Tell me what I wanna hear or I’ll stay right here.”

“You’re a real trouble maker, you know that? I love you.”

“And I love you, Arvin,” you smile before turning over the engine and its pistons fire. “I’ll see you tonight, and you better not stand me up,” you warn, sounding as foreboding as possible.

“As if I ever could,” he calls back as you pull away.

As you slowly wind onto the familiar roads back home, car full of gas and back seat full of groceries, you smile to yourself at the ideas you hope come true tonight.

**

You sit at the kitchen in Tim’s house, looking around the room, holding your beer close. Arvin called and told you that he wouldn’t be able to pick you up because there was something going on with Lenora, his grandmother, and uncle, but that he’d meet you. He promised he’d meet you.

Well, you’ve been at Tim’s now for 2 hours and there’s still no sign of him. You’re irritation grows by the second; the night wasn’t going at all as you had planned, and you were growing more and more uncomfortable as more guys hit on you. Yeah, you’re only three beers in, but that doesn’t stop the steadying uneasiness in your stomach.

All of that and Devin won’t stop performing Johnny Cash songs on his acoustic guitar. The way he was performing, you’d think that The Man in Black invented country music itself.

“Now ma’am,” a guy who can’t be that much older than you smiles as he approaches,“I’ve been watching you sit alone here all night. You get stood up or somethin’?”

“No,” you smile sweetly, “my boyfriend is on his way. He’s just finishin’ up some work at home.”

“I’d make you a priority over any work I have.”

“Well, that’s very sweet of you, but he’ll be here soon.”

“You sure you don’t wanna make him jealous with a little dance?”

“No, I don’t think that would turn out great for anyone,” you smile as you start shifting uncomfortably. ‘Arvin and his temper are nothing to toy with, it’s best not to test those waters’ you think to yourself.

“What’s the danger in one dance?” he eggs on, moving closer to you.

“I believe the lady said no,” Arvin interjects, hand on the guy’s shoulder as he forces his attention onto him and away from you. You quickly stand up as the anger on his face is very apparent. “Or did you not understand?”

“You’re the one who ditched her, pal. Don’t get mad at me because-”

“Let’s not do this tonight,” you interrupt, standing between Arvin’s temper and its target as well as the two men. “I said no, you’re here now, and that’s that. Let’s all just go our own separate ways,” you smile sweetly.

“You’ll be sorry,” the guy scoffs before stalking off.

“Hey...hey,” you call to Arvin as his angry gaze follows the guy “relax. Everythin’ is fine-”

“He been hasslin’ you all night?” he asks flatly.

“No, he just-”

“Why would you wear that?” he asks, finally looking at your outfit.

“I don’t know, maybe ‘cause I thought you would like it,” you snap back, feeling irritated and stupid at the same time, wishing you hadn’t thrown your jacket in Tim’s bedroom. “Are you just gonna be an ass the whole night, or are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, picking up your beer and taking a swig “it’s nothin’ you’ve done. You look great and I love you....Lenora is acting strange and we can’t figure out what the hell to do.”

“Strange how?”

“She’s closed off and she’s been sick a lot. Shes been spending more time with that preacher everyone’s so riled up about and now she just seems...something is wrong.”

“Well did you-”

“I’m sorry, can we go somewhere else?” he asks, a scowl on his face. “If I hear one more Johnny Cash song, I’m going to punch myself in the face.”

“Let me grab my jacket and we can go.”

“Fuck, your car! I’m so sorry-”

“I’ll drive back to my parents house and we can just drive around. Maybe go to Linda’s. She never closes that damn diner.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizin’. Let me get my jacket and we can go,” you smile at him.

You quickly grab your jacket and tell your few friends goodnight as Arvin practically drags you out of the house. When you get in your car and start it while waiting for Arvin, you can’t help but laugh when ‘Jackson’ starts playing on the radio. Death, taxes, Jonny Cash: some things are inescapable.

The drive back to your house is quick and easy. Your parents are surprisingly still out at their dinner party, so you quickly run into your house and drop off your keys. You write them a quick note, leaving it on the kitchen table. The note tells them you’ll be spending the night at Sarah’s because they don’t always need to know whole truths. You quickly slip out the front door and hop up into Arvin’s pickup.

“You sure I’m not gettin’ you into trouble?” he asks as he pulls off quickly.

“No one is home, baby,” you laugh, “I left them a note saying I’m staying over at Sarah’s.”

“You told Sarah?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Why would you?”

“Arvin, what is goin’ on with you?”

“Nothin’,” he sighs, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he starts to drive faster.

“Don’t do that. Don’t shut me out.”

“It would just be nice to see you and not be angry about somethin’.”

“Okay, but you are angry about somethin’ right now and I’d rather know then not. What’s going on?”

“You trust preachers?” he asks, quickly glancing at you before returning his gaze back to the road.

“Aren’t we supposed to?”

“You know what I mean,” he huffs before turning into the parking lot of the local liquor store. “I’ll be right back.”

“Arvin-”

“It’ll only take a minute, baby,” he sighs before getting out, hustling his way inside.

You sigh and sit back. Your mind racing as you try and figure out just what the hell is going on. You groan in frustration when you look to your left and see Sheriff Bodecker pulling up beside you. You look up to God and ask him what you did to deserve a day like this as the dirt in the parking lot kicks up into your vision.

“You know, underage drinking is a chargeable offense,” he muses aloud as he gets out of his cop car.

“Lucky for me, I’m not drinking. As if you care,”

“It is my job.”

“It didn’t seem like you cared about your job two months ago when you told me I can fuck you to keep my Daddy’s business open,” you crack back, eyes squinting as your glare sharpens.

“He still has $600 left to pay,” he smirks, inching closer to Arvin’s truck.

“Well, lets hope he comes up with it.”

“You know, a lot of women would be-”

“Is everythin’ okay here?” Arvin asks as he pulls the truck door open. “Sheriff, anythin’ wrong?”

“Just letting your lovely passenger know that her Daddy should come and see me when he gets the chance,” he smiles sweetly, patting the door two times before noticing at the bag of booze in his hand. “That for you, boy?”

“My Uncle asked me to pick it up on my way back,” Arvin lied coolly as you smile to yourself.

“Sure he did. You two have fun tonight, stay safe.”

“Will do,” Arvin fake smiles before starting his truck, pulling away, and driving off.

“I swear to God, I could slit his throat,” you mumble, digging into the bag of booze Arvin bought in and grabbing a beer. “Piece of shit.”

“What the hell happened back there?”

“Nothin’ to worry about,” you huff, taking a swig of your drink.

“No, if I don’t get to shut you out, you don’t get to shut me out.”

“Arvin-”

“What’s going on, Y/N?”

“You know my Daddy has a gambling problem.”

“Lose too much at Madame Duffy’s again?”

“Well yeah, but this time he lost too much to Sheriff Bodecker.”

“That must be a bitch.”

“It wasn’t too bad, we’ve been makin’ good money at the meat shop lately, but Bodecker doesn’t feel like he’s getting paid back quick enough,” you sigh, finishing off your beer before grabbing another.

“What does that mean?” Arvin growls as he grips the steering wheel tighter, knuckles whitening.

“He propositioned me,” you laugh humorlessly. “If I fuck him, I can get rid of my Daddy’s debt..”

His face tenses up like he swallowed some bad milk. “He said what?!” Arvin questions, braking screaming as they the truck screeches to a swerving stop.

“I don’t want to think about it, Arvin. I-”

“I swear to God I’ll kill him.”

“Baby, I’m having a good time with you. I don’t want to think about anything else. I just want us to focus on each other and right now,” you smile as Hank Williams starts to play on the radio. “Let’s just be happy, okay? Tomorrow and all of its bullshit can worry about itself.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“I think I do,” you giggle as you settle back into your seat and take a sip of your beer.

You met Arvin your first year of High School. He didn’t much like people, and people didn’t think highly of him either. Kids were cruel and would constantly poke fun at his upbringing: how his daddy was a deranged war vet who killed himself, and how his Mama’s cancer was the result of a punishment from God for his father almost killing two men one morning for reasons unknown. He was often in a lot of fights, and you had been told by your parents on more than one occasion to stay away from him.

“Boys like that only bring trouble and that’s nothing you need to get messed up in,” your Mama would say as she dropped you off at school.

You always found it funny that she had that mentality considering that her husband, your Daddy, is the biggest gambler in the county and, for a while, its biggest womanizer. However, you always bit your tongue and minded your manners. You knew she meant well so it was best for you to just keep your mouth shut and nod in agreement.

However, as time went on, your eyes always found themselves searching for him in class, and you found it harder and harder to heed your parents warning. His eyes always looked so tired and sad. He had soft facial features, but you could tell he was good with his hands just by looking at them. They always looked worn and calloused. He always made sure to use “sir” and “ma’am” when addressing your parents whenever he went to your Daddy’s meat shop to pick up food. You watched how he protected and looked out for Lenora, and it really got you thinking, “he can’t be all that bad if he can love that much.”

During your Junior year, you finally found a reason to talk to him.

“Your Uncle good with cars?” you asked him one day after class, catching him as he was about to leave.

“Excuse me?”

“Your Uncle. How is he with cars?”

“Pretty good, usually.”

“Think he’d be willing to fix my Daddy’s truck? Somethin’ about a fan belt or other. He’ll pay him good money.”

“I’ll ask him when I get home,” Arvin smiled.

“Here, give my Daddy a call with your answer,” you responded quickly, surprised your plan worked out so well. You tore out a piece of paper from your notebook and quickly wrote down your home phone number. “Best time to call is around 6.”

“I’ll remember that,” he smiled at you, taking the piece of paper from you and putting it in his front pocket.

“Thank you, Arvin,” you smiled playfully before turning to walk away.

“My pleasure,” he responded softly, looking you over before walking off in the other direction.

Your daddy wasn’t pleased with you for going against his wishes, but it’s not like he could really make any argument.

“Do you have the money to pay Earl for it?” you asked as you tidied up the shop.

“Y/N, mind your manners,” your Mama snapped.

“I’m not sayin’ anythin’ wrong,” you defended. “We need the truck for deliveries. If he can’t afford Earl, we’re gonna have to go to someone else. Arvin’s Uncle won’t be expecting as much as Earl, if he even agrees. He’ll be doing you a favor.”

Your Daddy was thoughtful before he spoke. “If he decides to fix up the truck, I don’t want you talkin’ to that boy. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” you sighed before removing your apron. “I’ve finished up here, so I’m gonna head home and start my homework.”

“I want you to go straight home,” your Mama quips. “Dinner is all ready, you just need to heat it up.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Anyone calls-”

“I know, Mama,” you sighed “leave it on the notepad on the kitchen counter.”

“Is that an attitude I hear?”

“No ma’am, but you tell me the same thing every day. I forgot one message one time-”

“And look what a world of mess that caused.”

“It’s not my fault Daddy gambled away that money!”

“Don’t you sass me, young lady!” your Mama snapped, spinning around quick. Daddy glared silently at the wall, biting his lower lip to keep quiet.

You thought of defending yourself, but it would only make things worse. “Yes Mama,” you conceded softly, “I’ll see you when you get home.”

You heard her sigh as you went to leave and you knew she felt bad, but it’s the same as always. Her frustration wasn’t with you, it was with your Daddy and his inability to get his shit together. However, you’re not allowed to live in your frustrations long. The phone rang at six o clock exactly, as soon as the grandfather clock started its chimes; you practically ran to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Arvin asked a little worried.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just ran to make sure I didn’t miss the phone,” you laughed breathlessly. “H-how are you?”

“I’m fine, yourself?”

“I’m fine.”

“....your Daddy home?”

“Uh no, he and my Mama won’t be home till 6:30.”

“Oh, I thought you said 6 was the best time to call. I’m-”

“I did say 6. I’m home alone and done with my homework every day by 6.”

“Oh,” he responded softly and you could hear the smile in his tone.

“What did your Uncle say?”

“He said he’d be happy to do it. He’ll talk prices when he sees the condition of the truck.”

“Will you be comin’ with him?”

“I can.”

“I-I think you should. You can help him, cause my Daddy is useless. Plus, knowin’ my Mama, she’ll whip up somethin’ as her way of sayin’ thanks.”

“Will you be there?”

“I will,” you smiled to yourself.

“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow it is,” you almost sang before hanging up.

And that’s how it started.

He showed up with his Uncle the next day, bright and early, and you did your best to not stare too long. Your Daddy had been keeping an eye on you, only letting you go over to them when your Mama finished making a lunch for both Arvin and his Uncle. Since it was Saturday, you had pinned your hair up into a tidy ponytail and put on one of your better dresses. Your parents thought nothing of it since Saturdays were the busiest days. They always wanted you to look your best when helping out around the store.

Arvin could barely focus on the truck he was supposed to be helping his Uncle with.

The following Monday, he called at exactly 6 and you two stayed on the phone right up until your parents pulled into the driveway. Then he called the next night, and the next, and the next...

Finally, two weeks later, he sat next to you at lunch.

“I like your dress,” he commented softly after a beat.

“All the talks we’ve had on the phone, and you start off with that?”

“Well, this is different,” he laughed, “besides, I know you aren’t even supposed to be speakin’ to me.”

“I don’t care.”

“Don’t start that. You don’t need another reason for your Mama to start gettin’ into you.”

“As if she needs a reason nowadays,” you huffed. “My Daddy’s been off trying to win back money he lost, and in the process he’s just making it worse. Almost put the store out of business. Apparently, that’s also my fault for not pullin’ my weight in the store.”

“Haven’t you been goin’ in on Sundays?”

“Doesn’t matter. Still my fault.”

“You’ll be out of there soon enough, Darlin’,” he sighed, taking your hand in his.

After that, you two were inseparable, much to the dismay of many of the guys at school.

“Bet your Daddy doesn’t know you’re fuckin’ that Russell kid,” spat Tyler, one of the most popular boys at school, as you started on your way home from your parents meat shop.

“I’m not doin’ anythin’ with anyone. You mind your business and stay away from me,” you fire back.

You and Arvin really hadn’t done anything. He was a gentleman, despite what the people in town thought, and he wanted to ask for permission to date you before anything happened between you two.

“Bet I can fuck you better than he can,” he smirked.

“Leave me alone, Higgins.”

“Awh what’s wrong? Prettiest girl in the county getting worked up by-”

“She said to leave her alone,” Arvin repeated as he slammed his car door shut.

“The fuck you gonna do about it, Russell?!” Tyler yelled back.

Before you could get between the two of them, Arvin’s fist blasted Tyler’s face.

“Arvin stop!” you yelled, standing back, trying to get away from the violent scene in front of you.

It was like he was another person; a transformation in plain sight. Tyler tried to fight back, but Arvin was on him like a bat out of hell. Tyler stumbled back but Arvin propped him up, only to shove him through one of the window’s of your parent’s store.

“Arvin, that’s enough!” you yelled, starting to cry. No, you hadn’t particularly cared for Tyler Higgins, but the amount of blood that was everywhere had you feeling sympathetic for the giant asshole.

“When a woman tells you to leave her alone, you leave her alone!” he huffed, punching him again as your Daddy tried his best to pull him off of the now bloodied and badly beaten boy. “Now apologize, to the woman!”

“I’m...I’m sorry!” he tries to mumble through swollen lips.

“I’m sorry who?!”

“I’m sorry, Y/N!”

“That’s more like it now. Don’t ever do it again, you hearin’ me?! Or I promise you’ll be sorry,” Arvin spat, before finally releasing the boy and watching him crumble to the ground in a heap.

Your Mama was instantly at the boy’s side, trying to tend to his wounds, and make sure that he was okay.

“I’m real sorry about your window, I’ll pay for it as soon as I can,” Arvin panted, facing your father, before turning his gaze on you. The sight of you shaking and crying truly broke his heart. You had been the first person outside of his family to treat him right and give a damn about him, and now you were just looking at him with pure fear in your eyes. He hadn’t meant to lose control like that, but seeing someone make you that upset set him off. Now you were probably just as afraid of him as you had been of Tyler Higgins.

However, your Daddy was seeing things in a new light after that.

“He put that boy in the hospital,” your Mama repeated later that night, exasperated as she took a sip of whiskey.

“Yeah he did, but that boy was makin’ our little girl upset. The way he spoke to her...I’m just sayin, if that Arvin boy is gonna protect her like that, she can at least be friends with him.”

“And how about the damn window?”

“He can work that off by fixin’ things up around the shop. Said he’d pay for it, but you know what it’s like at that age-”

“We ain’t got enough money for you to-”

“Goddamit! I’ll make the money back, now enough about it!”

“You know what? I’m done trying to keep things afloat, you dumb son of a bitch!” your Mama yells before getting up and storming off.

That was one of the loudest you can remember your house getting at night.

You kept your distance from Arvin for a while after that. You wouldn’t even let him drive you to your parents meat shop after school, even though you were both headed in the same direction. He watched you with the saddest eyes; it really had broken your heart. However, you promised yourself you’d never be with anyone who couldn’t control their temper. You’d seen what blind rage could do a few times, when Daddy would lose his temper with your Mama. The cleanup afterwards was always gut wrenching and traumatizing. While you never thought Arvin would put his hands on you, you didn’t want to risk it. You didn’t want to be around any of it if you didn’t have to.

However, as fate would have it, you two ended up alone in his car one evening. Your Daddy asked him to drive you home so you wouldn’t have to walk in the pouring rain, which you appreciated because the rain was a deluge.

“Well, thank you,” you said softly as he pulled up to your parent’s house.

“Y/N, please wait,” he called softly, resting his hand on your arm.

“Arvin, the rain is gettin’ worse and I don’t want you to-”

“Please just...I am so sorry about what happened. You have no idea-”

“It’s like you weren’t even yourself,” you say, your voice sounding small to your own ears.

“I know and I’m sorry. I try my hardest not to lose control but when I saw how uncomfortable you looked and how frightened...I just wanted to take care of you. I wasn’t even supposed to be there, but I wanted to pick some food up for my grandmother...seeing you...how was I not supposed to react?”

“You can’t lose control like that, Arvin.”

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry. I’ve missed you so much and I love you...God, I love you so much. I promise-”

“You what?” you interrupted, not believing you heard his admission correctly.

“Y/N, I love you so much. I didn’t wanna say anythin’ because we’re still figurin’ this out, but I swear to you...I do love you.”

You didn’t even stop to think as you leaned across the console and cupped his face in your hands and kissed him. It hadn’t dawned on you that he reacted out of wanting to protect you instead of reacting out of sheer jealousy. No one had ever really gotten to know you because they wanted to understand you, they just wanted to get in your pants. Arvin let you get to know him and he got to know you. He took the time to learn what you loved, what scared you, what made you happy, and what made you sad. He had held you close on multiple occasions at school, when you felt overwhelmed and started to cry. He’d even gone so far as to sneak into your house when everyone was asleep to make sure you were okay.

The more you thought about it, the more it all started to make better sense. Arvin truly did love you and you were finally allowing yourself to admit that you loved him.

But there was still that temper.

“You can’t ever hurt me,” you sob breathlessly as you two breakaway from each other.

“Darlin’, I would never do anythin’ to hurt you,” he responded softly, wiping your tears away.

“Arvin, I mean it. The minute you raise your hand to me, I’m walkin’-”

“Hey, listen to me,” he coaxed sincerely, “I will never lose control on you like that. I’m not your Daddy, Y/N. I won’t gamble our future away, I won’t sleep with other women while you’re at home waitin’ for me, and I won’t ever hurt a hair on your head. I love you, Y/N. I swear I’ll never do anythin’ to make you doubt that.” He pulled you in for another kiss, but stopped short and pulled something from the backseat. “I got these for you,” he smiled, handing you a few lilies that he tied to together into a mini bouquet. “ A small token of how sorry I really am.”

“I love them,” you beamed at him, taking in their scent.

“I love you, Y/N,”

“And I love you, Arvin.”

You brought him inside of the house after that, because the rain was relentless and there was no way you were letting him drive in such a downpour. Your parents called to let you know that they would be staying in the bedroom above the meat shop because the weather was so bad. You asked them if it was okay for Arvin to stay over since the storm wasn’t going to let up anytime soon.

“Y/N-”

“Mama, I’ll feel awful if he drives home in this. You clearly know how bad it, cause you and Daddy aren’t even coming home. I’ll sleep in your room and he can sleep in mine.”

“I’m sure he’s a capable driver-”

“Just let the boy stay over for goodness sake,” your Daddy slurred in the background.

You heard your Mama let out a frustrated sigh and you knew she wasn’t going to get her way. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t approve of.”

“Yes Mama. I love you.”

“I love you,” she responded softly before hanging up.

That night, you cooked up a few pieces of chicken and split leftover mashed potatoes between the two of you.

“Your Mama teach you how to cook?” Arvin asked, after making his third plate of food.

“Actually my grandmother did,” you smiled. “She would let me stay at her house for a while when things got too out of control here.”

“Well, she did an amazing job,” he smiled at you.

Afterwords, you both sat out on the deck, drinking a small cup of gin while Arvin had a smoke and held you in his arms. You don’t think you’d ever felt so happy in your life. When it was time for you two to say goodnight, that proved to be harder than you expected.

“These should be okay,” you smiled at him, handing him a pair of your Daddy’s pajama pants.

“Sure you can’t stay in here with me?”

“After how hard it was for me to stop myself while we were on the couch, I think it’s best for me to sleep in my parents room,” you giggled, toying with your fingers.

“I guess that’s fair,” he smiled before walking up close and wrapping his arms around you. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you smiled before kissing him.

Your arms were around him in no time and he holding you as close he could. When you felt him start to get excited, you knew you need to stop before it goes too far.

“I’m sorry,” he laughed breathless, leaning his forehead against yours.

“It’s fine,” you smiled ��I should be gettin’ to bed anyway.”

“Goodnight, Darlin’.”

“Goodnight,” you smiled.

You tossed and turned in your parents bed for hours that night, trying to push out all of the thoughts your Mama would have made you repent for. But it was no use. It was around 2am when you found yourself walking to your bedroom.

“Hey,” you called softly from the doorway, butterflies turning into moths inside your stomach.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” he laughed, turning over to see you.

He was laying shirtless in your bed and you knew that if didn’t turn back in that moment, you’d disappoint the hell out of your parents. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. “Think I can stay in here with you?”

“You sure that’s what you want?

“I am.”

The moment you got under the covers, his lips were on yours and his fingers were exploring every inch of your body. You had done a few things, but nothing this intimate, and you had never been so excited. It didn’t take Arvin long to get you undressed and begging beneath him.

“Have a you ever done this before?” he asked, looking down at you while stroking himself in his hand.

“No,” you responded softly, suddenly feeling small.

“It’s okay, baby. I just want you to be sure this is what you want. I can stop if you need more time.”

“N-no, I want this with you, tonight. I’m ready,” you said, more to yourself than him.

He pressed two fingers into your greedy channel, and that had you moaning and rolling your hips against his. “Shit, I’m trying to get you ready for me, Darlin’,” he rasped, closing his eyes and quickening his pace.

“Feels so good,” you moan beneath him, squirming as something inside you started to build up. “Arvin...I...I-”

“That’s okay Sweetheart, just hang on to me,” he breathed, trying to keep a steady pace as you gripped his arms and dug your nails in.

You let out a pitiful moan when you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you. You watched as the beautiful boy above you was doing his best to make this as enjoyable for you as possible, but his face was the true testament to how hard he was trying to contain himself. He dipped down and started to kiss on your neck, doing his best to not mark you up, as he continued to fuck into you with his fingers. When he started to trail hungry kisses down to your breasts, that had you weeping for him and pulling at his hair.

He took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking on it like it was his most favorite candy in the world. He used his thumb to make little circles on your clit, and you couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of your mouth. Your body felt it was being hit with waves of electricity all at once and you didn’t want it to stop. You needed more of him.

“Baby please,” you pathetically begged, after he brought you off for a second time.

It was the first time showing the wicked grin that earned you his love.

“You sure you’re ready?”

“Arvin please,” you whined “I need you so much, please!”

He kissed his way slowly up your body, his ego loving how desperate and needy you were for him to break him apart in a new way. However, your begging and desperate cries soon turn into painful hisses and choked breaths when he replaces his fingers slowly with his cock.

That had him feeling terrible.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he cooed into your ear, before kissing your cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

“Holy fuck!” you cried out, feeling him stretch you out in the most painful way you’ve ever felt.

“Want me to stop?”

“No no, I-I can handle it,” you sobbed out.

“It’ll feel so good, I swear,” he coaxed, kissing away your tears that you were trying to stop from falling.

You closed your eyes and tried to focus on anything other than the pain, as he continued to plow slowly within you. You didn’t think it would get any better, and you were thinking that you’d never wanna do it again, until something inside you burst. After a few more uncomfortable thrusts, the pain was starting to get replaced by something more euphoric.

“Oh my God,” you moaned, your grip on his shoulders tightening. “Baby...oh fuck!”

“Yeah?” he smirked down at you. “Feelin’ better?” he asked, picking up the pace.

“Please don’t stop,” you begged, clawing at his back.

“Never needed someone so much,” he groaned, sliding a finger between you two and starting to rub your clit.

“Fuck!” you mewled, your legs wrapping around him instinctively, clenching your eyes shut at the added pleasure.

“I love you so much, Y/N” he huffed, rubbing faster as he starts fucking you desperately, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear in a moment. “I’ll never do anything to scare you like that again,” he promised, before dipping down and kissing you.

His kiss swallowed your pathetic moans as he brought you off again, loving the way you seemed to melt beneath him. Once your grip on him loosened a bit, he was back to assaulting your neck with his tongue. You gripped his hair, feeling your body starting to tighten again.

“I don’t think I can take much more” you whimpered, your body feeling numb from all the pleasure coursing through you.

“Please, just one more time for me,” he pleads, his own movements becoming erratic. “I love the way you come apart for me, Darlin’. The way this pussy responds to me,” he moans.

“Arvin...oh my fuck!” you moaned at his dirty words, clenching around him in a desperate vice.

“Can’t believe you chose me, can’t believe you love me,” he huffed, his grip tightening on your waist.

“I love you so much,” you whimpered, the knot in your core becoming tighter. “Can’t hold on.”

“Give it to me, Darlin’. It’s okay,” he cooed as you screamed his name beneath him.

A feeling like nothing you’d ever felt before washed over you in multiple waves. It was beyond pleasure and you almost felt like you weren’t in your own body. Arvin’s own pornographic yells are what brought you back down, as he continued to thrust into you. He rode out both of your orgasms, before collapsing softly onto your body. He rested his head on your chest, listening to to your heartbeat slowdown, as you both tried to regulate your breathing.

After a few moments, he slowly pulls out and you moan in dissatisfaction at the emptiness that now takes his place.

“Where’s your bathroom, Sweetheart?” he asked, standing up and pulling his boxers on.

“Down the hall on your right,” you yawned, looking him over with a small smile on your face. He was so fucking beautiful.

As he walked out, you think about what just happened and what it means. Sure, you and him had been a couple for a while (as far as you were concerned), but you just gave yourself to him. All of yourself. He can tell you he loves you as much as he wants, but that doesn’t stop the anxiety from creeping in. You’re sure that your Daddy told your Mama that he loved her a million times before ruining her life. However, when he made his way back into your room, damp cloth in hand, your fears had no choice but to fall away.

You hiss when you feel the warm cloth between your legs and on your most sensitive nerve. “I’m sorry, Darlin’”

“I just want you to hold me,” you whined, not caring how pathetic you sounded.

“As you wish,” he laughed before he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and a light, as he gets back in bed next to you, pulling you close to him. “How are you feelin’?” he asked, placing a cigarette in-between his lips and lighting it.

“Perfect,” you smiled as you laid your head on his chest.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, I love you,” you responded softly, kissing his chest.

“I love you,” he laughed softly, before taking a drag of his cigarette before removing it and kissing the top of your head.

You were thoughtful before you spoke. “I don’t want anyone to know.”

“What? Y/N-”

“Just here me out,” you quickly interrupted. “I don’t want my parents givin’ us their unwanted opinions.”

“Your Daddy likes me now.”

“My Mama doesn’t. She doesn’t like or trust you, and I don’t want her giving you a hard time.”

“I can handle it,” he sighed, taking another drag from his cigarette.

“I know you can, but you don’t deserve it. I don’t want it to be a secret forever, just until we graduate. Then we can just leave. We don’t have to stay here and put up with it.”

“You wanna leave with me after school?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s not movin’ too fast for you?” he asked, looking down at you.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“You know I did.”

“Then it’s not movin’ fast at all,” you replied softly. “It’s not easy...the feelings and fears I have, but I also know that I’ve never felt so happy or so loved. Things haven’t been easy for either of us, but when we’re together...I don’t feel as heavy or scared. I don’t feel like I’m doomed to be miserable.”

“I make you feel that way?”

“You make me feel better than anyone else ever has,” you smiled up at him.

He kissed the top of your head before resting his head on top of yours and taking a drag from his cigarette. “I’m fine with waitin’ as long as you’re sure this is what you want.”

“I’m positive.”

When you woke up the next day, Arvin was gone but he had left you a small note.

‘I figured it would be best for me to leave now then stick around and rip myself away from you when you wake up. I love you, see you soon.’

He left the note next to the lilies he’d put together for you. When your parents came back home that day, your Daddy suspected nothing while your Mama was continuously eyeing you.

It didn’t matter to you though, because you had Arvin and he loved you. You two tried to be as discreet as possible, only embracing one another when you two were alone and only making love in the backseat of his car or when he was able to sneak you into his house (with the promise that you’d do your best to keep quiet).

You sat next to each other in every class you could, you sat a row behind him at church, and you went to every school function together (though you two only met up together when it came to dances).

Yes, everything between you and Arvin had been going smoothly and you couldn’t wait for your future together.

However, his temper still got the best of him.

“Lenora told me about the fight you got into the other day,” you sigh, getting comfy in the bed of his pickup, looking up at the stars.

“Lenora needs to keep her damn mouth shut,” he snaps, closing the back door of his truck. He throws two blankets in the back with you, placing the bag of booze next to you before hopping up inside the truck bed next to you. “She had no right to tell you anythin’.”

“You should’ve told me, Arvin.”

“Why? So you can be mad at me like you are now?”

“Because you made me a promise that you’d get your temper under control.”

“They’re not dead, are they?”

“One of em was damn near close,” you say in protest.

“But he isn’t,” Arvin snaps at you and you just roll your eyes.

“Whatever,” you say, opening the bottle of gin and taking a swig.

“You’re really gonna stay mad at me now?”

“I’m not anything towards you, Arvin. If you don’t see the problem, what the hell do I need to tell you?”

“Don’t you do that.”

“I’m not doin’ anything.”

“You’re shuttin’ me out.”

“No I’m not,” you huff. “I’m tired of havin’ the same talks with you. You can’t just fly off the handle whenever-”

“I didn’t! They’ve been botherin’ and bullyin’ her the same way Tyler was to you-”

“We all know what you did to Tyler,don’t we?”

“And has he bothered you since?”

“You made your point.’

“Have I?”

“Don’t be an asshole, Arvin.” you sigh, pulling away from him as he tries to hold you.

“You’re really mad at me, aren’t you?”

“Not mad. More disappointed, that’s all-.”

“Y/N-”

“We’ve talked about gettin’ married, Arvin.”

“We are gettin’ married,” he smiles at you, motioning towards your jacket pocket.

“Exactly, we’re gettin’ married and you’re still keepin’ secrets from me.”

“I just didn’t see the point-”

“You didn’t want me to know because you didn’t want me gettin’ mad.”

“Can you blame me?” he asks, a shy smile playing on his lips.

“Arvin-”

“I know, okay? I have to do better, I have to tell you everythin’ or-”

“Or you lose me,” you state as if it’s the most simple thing in the world.

“Okay fine,” he sighs, laying back and propping himself up on his elbows. “Tell you everything or let you go. Now, come here,” he smiles, pulling on the back of your dress.

Arvin had proposed to you 4 weeks ago and you didn’t hesitate to tell him yes. Your celebration was short lived, mainly because he proposed to you right after school let out and you both had work to do. He promised as soon as you both graduated, the first thing he was gonna do was take you to the courthouse and make you his wife. You couldn’t wear the ring yet (for obvious reasons), but you kept in your jacket pocket. Maybe that’s why the thought of your parents knowing about two of you didn’t seem so scary anymore. You two were as committed to each other as two people could be, and you had talked about your future. Things were going well and you had faith that your lives wouldn’t be anything like your parents’.

“We’re gonna get caught if we keep doin’ this in the middle of Mr. Higgins cornfield,” you moan as Arvin trails kisses down your neck.

“As long as we keep wakin’ up before him, we’ll be fine,” he smirks beneath you, his hands sliding up your dress. “You’re not wearin’-”

“It’s been too long,” you smirk, sitting up and straddling him.

“I had to stay away, you know that,” he groans, pulling off his shirt and looking up at you. “I really do like that dress,”he says breathlessly.

“Yeah?” you question slowly unbuttoning it. “My Mama made it for me.”

“I’ll have to remember to thank her,” he moans, eyes watching your every move intensely.

“Guess so,”you moan, feeling him harden beneath you as you slowly let the straps slowly down your arms; your dress pools around your waist.

“You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Darlin’”, he husks as his hands travel up your sides, his finger tips light as feathers on your skin.

“Missed having you like this,” you smile before you start grinding your hips into him. “Below me,” you moan “desperate.”

“Don’t tease me,” he warns, his grip on you tightening. “You know what happens when you do.”

“That’s exactly why I’m doing it,” you sigh, continuing to grind on him as you place your hands on his chest. “Fuck, I can’t...shit!” you moan as you cum on his jeans.

“Can’t wait anymore,” he growls, hands fumbling with his belt while you push yourself up a little so he can get his pants down. “Gotta be inside you,” he groans, getting his pants down and himself free.

You both moan as you slowly sink yourself down on him, letting him split you apart the way you love the most.

“We should almost get caught by your parents more often,” he rasps with a softy laugh, as you start riding him.

“Don’t even,” you moan, looking down as your hair falls in front of your face. “I never wanna be without you that long again. I hate sleeping without you.”

“Soon...soon...fuck! Just like that!” he moans as start to quicken your pace, rolling your hips against his. His hands make their way up your body and soon enough his hands are massaging your breasts, him kneading your nipples between his fingers every so often.

“Arvin,” you moan so softly you aren’t sure he even hears you.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” he growls, watching you use him to get you to the place of bliss you can only reach when he’s loving you. “Can’t wait to make you my wife.”

“Baby, I’m so close!” you mewl, your finger nails digging into his chest.

“Give it to me, Y/N,” he growls, “went so long not being able to watch you fall apart!”

“Fuck!” you cry out, cumming hard and almost losing your balance.

“Such a good girl,” he growls, before wrapping his arms around your waist.

In one swift move he’s upright, and you’re settling down on his lap. “Fuck!”

“Do you know how hard it is just watch you like that and not take over?” he growls, thrusting into you while his hands travel all over your back.

“I love the way you watch me, like...like I’m the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen,” you moan, your hands finding perches on his shoulders as you wrap your legs around him.

“That’s because you are,” he huffs before planting kisses all over neck and chest. “You are so precious to me. I’ll never stop loving you.”

“I love...love you...Arvin, I’m gonna-”

“I need you to right now,” he grunts, gripping your hair tight, pulling with just enough force to send you over that cliff of mind numbing pleasure.

He soon follows right over that cliff, screaming your name along with a few other obscenities. You both cling to each other, sweat dripping from both your foreheads, listening to each others gasping breaths.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you and I’m sorry it happened,” Arvin says after a moment. “I know my temper scares you and in all honesty, it scares me too. I am terrified of losin’ you and that’s why I didn’t say anything.”

“Keepin’ things from me only makes it worse,” you sigh, looking down at him.

“I promise I won’t keep anythin’ from you ever again, but you can’t leave me. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you did,” he confesses meeting your gaze.

“I’m ain’t goin’ anywhere, Arvin,” you promise before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you.”

“And I love you.”

You both stay like that for a moment later, before you both reluctantly decide it’s best for you both to get some sleep instead of going for another round. He cleans you up with his old white t-shirt before laying down one of the blankets and handing you the other to wrap yourself up in. He uses his denim button up and your dress as makeshift pillows for the both of you as you lay down. You open up the blanket just a bit for him to get under, closer to you.

As you start to drift into dreamland you faintly hear Arvin whispering things to you. You want to ask him what he’s saying, but you’re too tired. Right before you lose consciousness, you faintly hear “there ain’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you. I will always love you and I will always protect you.”

You succumb to darkness knowing that no matter what the future holds, it’ll be fine. As long as you’re with Arvin, nothing could ever be wrong.

**

You’re awoken by Arvin planting soft kisses up and down your cheek. You laugh and roll over into him, laying your head on his chest and arms across his waist.

“Five more minutes,” you smile and he laughs.

“I’m gonna be in enough trouble as it is, besides, I told my grandma I’d help her and Lenora set up for that thing today.”

“Fine fine,” you sigh, finally opening your eyes and looking up at him. The way the sunlight is hitting his eyes has your heart melting. “You are so beautiful.”

“You’re one to talk,” he laughs before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You both take your time getting up and dressed, enjoying the silence of the early morning. Arvin throws his t-shirt in the backseat as you settle into the passenger side and buckle up. As he starts his truck you think you see someone coming, but when you look again, they’re gone and Arvin is quickly pulling away.

He reluctantly drops you off at Linda’s diner, but promises to see you later and kisses you deeply before pulling off.

You feel like you’re on a cloud the whole day. You don’t even get irritated when your Mama starts questioning why you’ve been sleeping over your friends so often. You tell her that with the way her and Daddy have been arguing lately, you just think it’s better to spend as little time as possible there. She wants to press the matter further, but the store is extremely busy and there’s no time.

However, your good day comes an end at about 6 in the evening, when your Mama gets a call at the shop. Lenora hung herself earlier in the day and Arvin was the one who found her.

You can’t stop yourself as you grab the keys to the truck and run out the store. You need to see him. You need to be there for him. You know your parents are in the car behind you, probably wondering what in the sam-hell is wrong with you, but you don’t care. Nothing else matters except Arvin.

When you finally get to his grandmother’s house, his Uncle is sitting on the chair on the front porch. “He’s in his room,” he says in the most somber tone you’ve ever heard. When he sees the guilt in your eyes he quickly waives his hand. “He needs you.”

You nod before running into the house. When you open the door to his room, the scene in front of you breaks your heart. “Baby?”

Arvin looks up at you with tear shot eyes, tears still streaming down his face. “I should’ve been here,” he whimpers through his cries.

“Baby no,” you coo, running over to him and wrapping your arms around him.

“I should’ve been here,” he sobs again, wrapping his arms around you.

“You didn’t know, Arvin. There was no way to know,” you respond, your own tears gently dropping now.

Your Mama comes to his doorway, ready to yell at you for the inappropriate outburst and current scene in front of her, but all of that changes when she sees him holding you and crying hard.

No one protests when you tell them you’re going to stay the night. You’re his only comfort and your parents just don’t feel right making you leave his side.

“I’ll never forgive myself,” he sobs, as you both lay in his bed at night, with your head resting on his chest.

“Baby, that’s not what Lenora would want. You took such good care of her and loved her so much. She isn’t blaming any of this on you,” you say softly, trying to calm him.

“Thank you for being here with me tonight,” he sniffs, looking down at you and pressing a soft kiss to your head.

“As if I’d be anywhere else,” you respond softly, looking up to meet his mournful gaze.

You both slowly fall asleep to the sounds of his soft sobs, your heart both heavy with guilt and mourning.

**

2 months later

In the days that followed Lenora’s death, you did your best to comfort Arvin. You were more sure than ever that your parents had pieced together that you two were together, but you didn’t have it in you to give much of a shit. Arvin was doing his best to hold it together and you were doing your best to be there for him. If that meant pissing off your Mama, then so be it. You only had a month or so left until you and Arvin could get married anyway.

Arvin lost interest in school and eventually just stopped coming. He quit his job at the gas station and became a carpenter. He told you that it was because he needed to save up money for a proper place for the both of you, but you knew better. He couldn’t take going to that school and not seeing Lenora all while being forced around the people who tormented her the worst. You knew he’d lose control.

He was doing his best to keep his temper at bay, but the more time went on, the more he found out information that made him want to do things he knew better than to do.

He was desperately trying to keep his promise to you.

“She was pregnant!” he yelled after you got into his car one day, picking you up from Sarah’s house.

“What?”

“Lenora was pregnant, and I bet you anythin’ it was that son of a bitch Preston!”

“Arvin-”

“I know, Y/N. I know it was him and I bet you anythin’ she told him!”

“How do you know she was pregnant?”

“Officer Meyers told me when I got back from work.”

“Shit,” you muttered, running a hand through your hair. “Arvin-”

“If I just wanted to leave with you one day, would you go?”

“What?”

“If I just came to get you one night...would you come with me?”

“You know I would.”

“You sure? You could just pick up and leave?”

“What are you-”

“Are you sure you could? It’s a lot to ask and I know-”

“Arvin, I would go anywhere for you.”

“I love you,” he sighed as pulled up to your house, you both finding your Mama standing on the porch, hands on her hips. “Shit.”

“I’ll deal with her, don’t worry about it. You go home and try to rest. I love you,” you smiled before getting out of the car.

You slowly made your way up the walk way, feeling small under the intensity of your mother’s gaze. “Goodnight Y/N,” Arvin called from his car. “You too ma’am,” he motioned towards your Mama.

“You get home safe, Arvin. My prayers and well wishes to your grandmother,” she responded, not taking her eyes off of you.

The minute you two got into the house, she laid into you.

“You’re sleepin’ with that boy!” she yelled as soon as she closed the door behind her.

“Mama, I’m not-”

“Don’t you dare lie to your Mama, girl,” she warned, following you into the kitchen. “Mr. Higgins told me he saw Arvin leavin’ his cornfield the day Lenora hung herself. He said there was a girl in his car and he’s pretty sure he it was you! Everyone sees you both around town all the time! I know what-”

“You don’t know anythin’, Mama! You just don’t like him!”

“He’s gonna get you pregnant and ruin your life!”

“Just like Daddy got you pregnant and ruined yours?!”

“You’re too young for-”

“I’m graduatin’ in a few months, Mama! I’m graduatin’ and gettin’ the hell out of here!”

“And just where do you think you’re goin’?! College?!”

“Anywhere is better than here!” you yelled, tears coming down your face.

“You’ll see! When that boy ruins your life, you’ll come back cryin’!” she yelled up the steps after you.

The only issue? You had lied to her. You were pregnant. You had planned to tell Arvin when he picked you up from Sarah’s, but he was already so fired up.  You telling him that after he had just told you Lenora was pregnant when she killed herself was definitely not in your best interest.

You went to bed that night telling yourself that you’d tell Arvin the next day.

However, you didn’t see him the next day, or the day after that, or after that.

You went a week without seeing him before you heard. Pastor Preston had been killed, Arvin was responsible, and he’d fled town. You didn’t want to believe it, but in your heart and in your gut you knew it was true. You cried yourself to sleep that night, because somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew it was only a matter of time before it happened.

You few days later, you heard Sheriff Bodecker’s sister and her husband had been killed. Both had been shot to death. There was a terrible feeling in your stomach that told you Arvin was responsible. However, you knew him and you knew there had to be a reason. Arvin may have been hot headed, but he wouldn’t have flown off the handle (let alone murder two people) without a reason.

A few days later, it was announced that Sheriff Bodecker was killed, with photos of what his sister and her husband been up to found at the scene. You could feel it in your bones that Arvin was responsible for that too, based on where they found Bodecker.

You wanted to be angry with him. You wanted to hate him. But you couldn’t. Arvin was your best friend. Your soul mate. You couldn’t just turn that off, even with knowing what he was capable of.

The same thoughts were racking your brain that had been for 2 months. Arvin was gone and graduation was two weeks away. Since you’re only 2 months pregnant, it’s easy enough to hide the truth, and you want to keep it that way. No one in this dead end town needs to know.

You have enough money saved for you to get out and move away, but you’d need to work forever to support yourself and the baby. It would be worth it though. You’d be free of this town and all of its ghosts.

“Y/N?” a deep voice asks, creeping into your room, causing you to jump.

“Arvin?! What the fuck?!” you whisper yell, forcing yourself to sit up.

“I know, I know I have so much to explain, but we have to go. And now,” he sighs, frantically searching your room, probably looking for a bag to pack some clothes in.

“What the...no! You don’t just get to come back here after months of being gone and just expect me to leave with you!”

“Baby, I know-”

“Don’t fucking ‘baby’ me! You shot and killed a man, then ran off, killed more people, and then just fucking kept going! You left me!”

“I had to!” he sighs, finally finding a bag, despite you telling him no. “If I would’ve gotten caught and you’d been with me, they would’ve thought you had something to do with it!”

“Arvin-”

“I got us a place and I fixed it up nice! It’s far from here, but it’s ours. It’s our home. I’m riskin’ everythin’ to be here right now, but you’re worth it. You’re worth everythin’ and I-”

“I’m pregnant, Arvin,” you admit softly.

That had him stopping in his tracks.

“What?”

“I’m two months pregnant,” you repeat, turning your gaze away from him.

“Baby, that’s great!” he gushes, dropping the bag and rushing to your side. “We can-”

“Arvin, you’re a wanted man. We can’t just leave like nothin’ happened.”

“Why can’t we? Why can’t we just start our lives together?”

“Because we’re still kids ourselves! Because you murdered 4 people! You’re a murderer and-”

“I promise that I’ll explain all of it in the car, just please come with me,” he begs desperately.

You don’t know why you tried to fight it, because there’s really only way this is going to go.

You get up and quietly start getting dressed while Arvin resumes packing your clothes. You watch him pack the few trinkets that actually mean something to you, before grabbing they money you’ve been saving over the years while working for your parents. You take a look around your room and sigh.

This is the last time you’re ever going to be in it.

You both quietly make your way down the steps and you stop to leave a note for your parents on the notepad on the kitchen counter. When you get outside, Arvin helps you inside the pickup truck. He quietly closes the door and runs over to his side, quickly closing his door and driving off.

He starts talking about everything that happened, while you watch your parents house become smaller and smaller in the rear-view mirror, coming to terms with the choice that you’ve made and the new life you’re about to begin.

“As for Bodecker’s sister, I didn’t know-”

“I don’t wanna talk about that now, Arvin,” you sigh, deciding that all of it could wait for another day. “Tell me about our place.”

“You wanna hear about...that?” he asks, tone of surprise very apparent.

“I wanna hear about our future, our home, our life together,” you softly smile, looking over at him and taking his free hand in yours.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“& I love you, Arvin,” you hum.

As he drives on, you listen happily and force your worries out of your mind. You couldn’t leave Arvin. You couldn’t leave him and you wouldn’t. Arvin could be walking into depths of hell and you’d be right there beside him, holding his hand. You’d follow him anywhere, even into the dark.

[websterss]

TOM HOLLAND

ONESHOTS: ‣ Fooled. ✻ ‣ If Only. ✻ ‣ Quirks, Smirks, and Bad Words. ‣ The Last Dance. ✻ ‣ The Swear Jar.

REQUESTS: ‣ A Little Bit More. ‣ How To Break A Girl's Heart ✻ ‣ Te Amo. ‣ The British Ranch Hand. ‣ There’s No Crying in the Club. ✻

IMAGINE: ‣ The cast teases you and Tom.

TODD HEWITT

IMAGINE: ‣ Trying to help Todd control his noise. ✻

ARVIN RUSSELL

REQUEST: ‣ Venus and Mars. ✻

IMAGINE: ‣ Finding Arvin getting beat up behind the school buses.

‣ BACK TO: DISCONTINUED MASTERLIST

[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.