#arvin russell + reader

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my girl can wear whatever she wants tiers please for crazy ass boys gang!!!

CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + MY GIRL CAN WEAR WHATEVER SHE WANTS TIERS

❥ my girl can wear whatever she want cause I can fight ❥

Billy Loomis - When you look particularly good his arm might as well be glued to your waist. He's both possessive and protective. He hates the way everyone's eyes devour you, but can't help how prideful it makes him either. Yeah, you want her. Of course you want her. Everyone does. But only I have her. God help the idiot that's stupid enough to open their mouth and not just look.

Jordan Li - They love watching you put your outfits together. They make suggestions from your bed, glancing up at you every few minutes. They can't help it. Their eyes are drawn to you permanently. No matter how crowded the room they can find you in a second. Whenever there's a party Jordan loves watching everyone try to sneak quick glances at you. They jump like rabbits when they wind up meeting Jordan's eyes and watch that smile that Jordan only wears around you fall back into the usual scowl. No one wants to be caught staring at Jordan's girl.

Arvin Russell - It's not possible for you to feel fear in public when you're with Arvin. You could be wearing straight lingerie in the most dangerous city in the world at 2 am and be safe. He's not just ready to protect you but hungry for it. Every time he proves he'll fight till his knuckles are bloody and bruised over you he watches you walk a little more confidently. Shine a little brighter. Knowing that he's there to protect you has only made you more yourself every day. And Arvin? He's obsessed with the transformation that the safety net of his fierce protection has ignited within you.

Jason Dean/JD - You wish he'd only fight people over what you're wearing. Unfortunately, this is not the case. JD pulls out a gun. Not every time, granted. Just a large majority of the time. In his defense, how is he supposed to act when someone has the audacity to cat call you? Do you expect him to just watch and not care as you experience that brief shiver of fear that runs up your spine when a man whistles at you before following it up with even more salacious words? If you feel fear, he'll make them feel fear. Simple.

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - If someone is stupid enough to not recognize him before they say anything to you about what you're wearing they will quickly recognize the tentacle wrapped around their throat. "Apologize." He hisses through gritted teeth, increasing the pressure, knowing just how much strength he can use before it would break their neck. How he ever expects anyone to apologize to you with a giant tentacle wrapped around their wind pipe you don't know. This is the second time this month. You're running out of night clubs you're not banned from.

David Mccall - You walk out of the house with the confidence that only someone who's done 12 tours over seas should have. But no, you just have a boyfriend who is incredibly scary. You've watched him almost break a man's hand for brushing it against yours at a crowded bar while he reached for his drink. You don't even think before you throw on an outfit anymore.

❥ my girl can wear whatever she want because she a hoe and I knew that before we started dating ❥

Josh Washington - Could he fuck someone up if needed? Yes, but he feels no need to. As long as you're not in danger or being disrespected Josh loves the way you express yourself through your look. You're hot and beautiful, of course you wear stuff that's short or tight, or both. If he looked like you he'd do the same thing. People don't usually say anything to you anyways, since he's always pressed to you like a second skin. He's not a jealous guy, but he is a chronic clinger.

Stu Macher - Is probably the person wolf whistling you in the first place. Points at you from across the room when you're talking to other people and says, "That's my girl right there. She's smoking, right?" He will always be smug he pulled you and NEVER shut up about it. The more wild you dress the more smug he gets. People can look all they want. But you only want him. What's there not to brag about?

Kevin Khatchadourian - Kevin above anyone else would thoroughly understand your psyche before dating you. He's involved with you because, somehow, you intrigued him against all odds. He already expected and predicted with near perfect accuracy every step of the relationship. Skimpy outfits are not throwing him. Can he fight? Yes. But, frankly, if someone pisses him off by hitting on you swinging on them is not gonna satisfy him. He's more of a "put their fingerprints at a crime scene so their life is ruined" type of get back. If he decides not to kill them.

Sebastian Valmont - Sebastian is the one buying you more hoe clothes. He loves your style and is not insecure. If either of you wanted someone else, you could go get them. But you two were practically made for each other. He wants to show you off. Is never going to be the type to try and dull your shine. He wants to walk into a room with you and have jaws drop from the deadly combination of the way you look together. He thrives off of seeing how much people want you. Knowing how futile it is. How hopeless. He pulls you tight into his side and grins like the devil himself (also, and this knowledge is of utmost importance, he cannot fight for shit.)

❥ my girl can wear whatever she want cus I’m scared of her ❥

Nathan Prescott - Is possessive, jealous and insecure enough to absolutely want you to change what you're wearing. With anyone else he'd even be bold enough to tell them to change. You are not anyone else, though. You are you. Considering every other behavior you tolerate from Nathan on a monthly, weekly, daily, and hourly basis you would snap on him like a twig if he tried to bring one more red flag on board. He knows this. You know this. When you slide on your low rise jeans and the tiniest crop top known to man, you make eye contact with one another in the mirror. He looks away first. You go back to peacefully fixing up your hair. Upside, no one is crazy enough to actually hit on you when you're at parties held on campus together. Which means Nathan won't have the cops called on him. Hooray!

#crazy ass boys gang #billy loomis x reader #jordan li x reader #stu macher x reader #josh washington x reader #arvin russell x reader #jd x reader #kevin khatchadourian x reader #sebastian valmont x reader #david mccall x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #nathan prescott x reader #tiers are so fun you should all send more #kevin jordan and ben kinda showing they crazy in this one adjkl

[waitimcomingtoo]

Fire Meet Gasoline

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Synopsis: when you see your ex boyfriend in public, you ask the closet stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend

Requested by @xtom-darling-x17

Masterlist

Arvin wasn’t one to offer help to people, much less a stranger, but you had caught his eye. He stood by his car after filling his tank with gas and watched you stare at the gas pumps with a puzzled look on your face. He had seen you pull into the gas station with such confidence, but that was all gone now that you had to pick the right pump to put in your car. Arvin debated driving away and letting you figure it out by yourself since after all, he didn’t even know you. But after watching you hesitantly reaching for the diesel for the third time, he decided to speak up.

“Need help miss?” He asked as he approached you. You stiffened up at the sound of his voice and took an instinctive step away from him.

“No. I’m fine, thanks.” You replied without looking at him.

“You sure about that?” Arvin asked as he watched you hesitantly pick up the diesel pump.

“Said I don’t need any help from the likes of you, all right?” You said again. “Just leave me alone and go on your way.”

“Sorry miss. Didn’t mean to trouble you. Just noticed you was putting diesel in your car, is all.” Arvin said and raised his hands in defense.

“Diesel?” You paused and looked down at the pump in your hands.

“Yeah, darling. That right there is diesel.”

“Psh. I knew that. I like diesel.” You lied and brought the pump over to your car.

“Oh, my bad. Didn’t know that. Can I ask if you also like your car blowing up?” Arvin asked sarcastically.

“Excuse me?”

“Diesel will clog your fuel system and keep the car from startin. If you push the gas pedal too much, whole car will burst in flames. Seen it happen right in front of me once. The guy barely made it out alive.”

“Oh.” You froze and looked down at the pump in your hands.

“Could help you out, if you like.” He offered again.

“No thank you. I said I was fine.” You repeated, in a kinder tone this time. Arvin nodded and took a step back as he watched you put the diesel pump back. You looked between the other two pumps for a minute before hesitantly grabbing the one in the middle.

“Um….” You hesitatingly looked to Arvin to see if you were about to make another fatal mistake. He shook his head and held up one finger to let you know you needed pump number one. You gave him a tight smile before putting back the pump in your hand and picking up the first one. You put the pump in your car and just stood there until Arvin put his hand over yours to squeeze the pump. You felt the gas flow out and looked at Arvin with an embarrassed smile.

“Thanks.” You said quietly.

“No problem, doll.” He chuckled and felt his face flush from how close you were.

“Sorry I was short with you before. I have a hard time trusting men sometimes.” You admitted without looking into his eyes.

“Yeah? Seems we have that in common.”

“I just didn’t know if you were gonna fill my car up and then try to get me to repay you or something.”

“Repay me?”

“You know. With a kiss or something.”

“Darling, I’m no gentlemen, but I’m no villain either. I’d never try and get you to do something you didn’t want to do. Just saw a pretty lady struggling and wanted to offer my help. That’s all.” Arvin assured you, and you felt yourself believing him.

“Oh. Well thats very nice of you. Sorry I was rude.”

“No need to be sorry. Got a sister back home and I hope she’s half as vigilant as you are. Can’t trust nobody in this town. Especially not the men.” Arvin said and looked around the gas station.

“Don’t I know it.” You sighed. Arvin noticed the sadness in your voice and gave you a long look. He hadn’t seen you around before, which was strange since he thought he knew everyone in town. You were awfully pretty and the fact that you were a little mean to him made him like you even more.

“My names Arvin, by the way.” He told you.

“Y/n.” You smiled warmly at him.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” He returned the smile.

“You too, Arvin. Thanks again for the lesson.” You replied. You finished pumping the gas in your car and watched as Arvin returned the pump so you would know what to do next time.

“I’m really smart, by the way.” You said after a beat of silence.

“Huh?” He laughed in surprise.

“I’m really smart. I’m a school teacher down by the church. I went to college too. And I was the top of my class.” You told him, adding something every time you thought of a different example of your intelligence.

“Is that so?” Arvin asked, still confused what point you were making.

“I’m just telling you this so you don’t think I’m some dumb damsel in distress. I’m usually very smart but my daddy used to fill my car for me and never taught me how. He said it wasn’t a lady’s job to do it.”

“Well where’s your daddy now? Cause somebody needs to stop you from blowing yourself up.” Arvin chuckled.

“He don’t speak to me no more.” You said quietly, making Arvin feel guilty for poking fun at you.

“Oh. Sorry to hear that.” He said sincerely.

“It’s fine. I know what to do now thanks to you.“

“It was no trouble, darling. And next time, use this pump. Stay away from the diesel.” Arvin said and tapped the correct pump.

“I will. Thank you.” You smiled at him before looking over his shoulder. Arvin watched the way your smile dropped and the color drained from your face.

“Oh shoot.” You whispered.

“What’s wrong? Look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Arvin frowned and looked over his shoulder to try to find what you were looking at.

“My ex boyfriends just pulled up.” You gulped and pointed. Arvin immediately felt curious to see what kind of guy you used to date to see if he had a chance with you. When he saw a man in a red and white pinstripe shirt and white pants coming out of a flashy car, he cracked an amused smile.

“That candy ass used to be your boyfriend?” Arvin couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hush. He’ll hear you.” You whispered desperately and tugged on Arvins shirt to get him to stand in front of you.

“How come he’s dressed like a candy cane?” Arvin genuinely asked as he used his body to block you from your ex boyfriends view.

“I mean it, Arvin. Hush up.” You whispered harshly.

“Whats got you so wound up, baby doll? Did he take the breakup hard or something?”

“Truth is, he used to beat up on me.” You admitted. “It took all the strength I had to leave him. If he sees me right now, I’m scared of what he might do to get me back.”

“He beat on you?” Arvin looked over his shoulder again and felt his hands ball into fists. He found your unwillingness to be seen funny before, but was furious now. He looked at your ex with a clenched jaw and took a protective step in front of you.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be telling all this to a stranger.” You apologized, making Arvin look at you like you were crazy. He put his hands on your shoulders and rubbed up and down to try and calm you down.

“No, no it’s okay, darling. I don’t mind the story. Just mind the characters.” Arvin assured you before giving your ex another angry look. He didn’t want to lose his temper in front of you, but the thought of this pretentious guy beating up a school teacher was making his blood boil. He could feel his face getting hotter the longer he looked at your ex and the urge to beat him up got stronger.

“I know this is a little crazy to ask, but would you mind…” You started to ask but trailed off.

“Mind what?”

“Nothing. Forget it. Never mind.” You shook your head.

“Just ask me, darling. Worst I’ll say is no.”

“Would you mind doing something to make him think we’re together? Like kissing me or something?” You whispered through an embarrassed smile.

“Oh, so now you do want me to kiss you? I thought you were mean to me because you didn’t want me to try and kiss you.” Arvin smiled teasingly. He knew the gravity of the situation and was trying to calm you down a little so you wouldn’t be freaked out.

“I know what I said before.” You rolled your eyes. “But this is important. If he thinks I got a boyfriend, he’ll leave me alone.”

“I see. And you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?”

“Just until he’s gone.”

“I think I can manage that.” Arvin shrugged before pulling you into a kiss. He slipped and arm around your waist and pressed you against your car to kiss you, taking your breath away in the process. You didn’t feel time moving as you kissed him but did feel the fear leaving your body. After spending the last eight months thinking all love ever did was break and burn and end, you felt it begin again. When you pulled away, you looked into Arvins eyes, no longer feeling like he was a stranger.

“Well I’ll be. Didn’t think I’d be seeing you ever again, toots. What are you doing here?” Your ex asked, making you and Arvin jump in surprise. You’d been so engrossed in each other that you hadn’t heard him walk up. Arvin could feel you shaking so he tightened his grip on your waist and shifted his body weight forward in a threatening way.

“What are we doing here? At the gas station? Take a fat fucking guess, dip shit. We’re putting gas in her car.” Arvin scoffed and looked at your ex like it was ridiculous to ask. You let out a shocked laugh and turned your face to the side to try and hide it. Your ex noticed the way Arvins arm was around you and his eyes darkened.

“I’m sorry, who the hell is this?” He asked you, the anger in his voice giving you flashbacks to worse times.

“Arvin Russel. Y/n’s boyfriend. And you are?” Arvin asked and held out a hand. You could tell this bothered your ex to hear you had a new boyfriend and felt your power come back to you. His face turned white as he looked at Arvin in shock. You tightened your grip on Arvin and looked up at him with a loving smile to really sell your story.

“Chuck Greenwood.” Chuck said and hesitantly shook Arvins hand. Arvin made sure to squeeze Chucks hand hard enough to make it hurt as he shook it.

“I didn’t realize you had a boyfriend.” Chuck said to you as he pulled his hand away from Arvin.

“Well I do.” You shrugged and leaned in Arvin. Chucks eyes brewed with jealousy as he watched the two of you.

“I guess I would’ve known that if you ever answered my calls. Must be too busy moving on. Which you did pretty fast, one might say. Didn’t realize you were such a quick girl.” Chuck said in a condescending tone.

“Fuck you, Chuck.” You scoffed, taking everyone by surprise.

“What did you just say to me?” Chuck raised his voice.

“Believe she said fuck you, Chuck.” Arvin repeated with a shrug.

“Yeah. I did. I don’t answer your calls cause I don’t want to hear your nasty, agitating voice no more. And I moved on fast because I knew the entire time that I was with you that I wanted something better for myself. So as soon as I got away from you, I went and found better. And you don’t get to be mad about that.” You stated. You weren’t shaking anymore but Arvin still kept his arm securely around your waist.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Chuck growled and stepped up to you.

“You.” You said and shoved him back. Chuck stumbled back in surprise before clenching his fist. Arvin got ready to fight, but you were one step ahead of him. You grabbed the diesel pump and aimed it at Chuck like it was a gun. Chuck was immediately disarmed and held up his hands.

“You don’t scare me no more. Especially not when you’re dressed like a candy cane.” You said in a low voice. Arvin smiled proudly that you used his insult and leaned against your car to watch you.

“Now get lost before I spray you.” You added and held the pump up higher. Chuck ran away from you, tripping over his own feet before getting into his car to drive away.

“Where did that come from?” Arvin laughed in surprise once you were alone again.

“I have no idea. But it felt really good.” You smiled in excitement as you put the pump back.

“I bet it did. I’m proud of you, darlin. I hope you’re proud of yourself too.” Arvin smiled fondly at you.

“You know, I am. Thanks for your help, Arvin. I couldn’t have done that without you.”

“You’re very welcome, miss. But I think you could’ve gotten along without me just fine. What’s the story with him anyway?”

“He works at the mechanic shop my daddy owns. I don’t have any brothers so Chuck was like a son to him. Was even gonna pass down the family business to him. When I finally told my parents how he’d been treating me…”

“They took his side?” Arvin asked, hoping the answer was no. Instead, you gave him a sad smile and nodded your head.

“My parents said all men were like that. Told me to suck it up and marry him anyway so that we’d have someone to give the family business to once my daddy was gone.”

“I’m sorry, darling. That’s no fair. No fair at all.”

“I know. And that wasn’t even the end of it. When I told my daddy I broke up with Chuck, he told me he never wanted to see me again. Haven’t spoken to him since.” You said with a sad shrug. Arvin frowned and felt the urge to pull you into a hug and tell you everything would be okay. Since you were still pretty much strangers, he just put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“My daddy wasn’t a good man either. I know it hurts.” He said in a soft tone. You looked into Arvins eyes and could tell this was not an emotion he was used to exhibiting. You gave him an appreciative smile and put your hand over his.

“Something else we have in common then.” You smiled coyly.

“Maybe we should go out sometime. You know, see what else we have in common.” Arvin suggested as a blush painted his cheeks. You noticed this and felt your heart flutter in your chest. For the first time in a long time, you trusted someone new. You took a pen out of your pocketbook before taking Arvins hand and writing your number on his wrist.

“This is my number. I promise I’ll pick up.”

“I promise I’ll call.” He grinned as he read over the number.

“I should really get going. But it was very nice to meet you, Arvin.” You smiled warmly at him and unlocked your car. Arvin opened the door for you so that you could get in, convincing you further that giving him a chance was the right thing to do.

“Was nice to meet you too, doll.” Arvin smirked as he shut your car door for you. You gave him a wave and started your car before pulling away.

“Wait a minute.” Arvin called out and jogged after your car. You stopped the car and rolled down your window to look at him.

“Aren’t you gonna kiss your boyfriend goodbye?” He smiled coyly as he leaned down to your window. You playfully rolled your eyes at him before leaning out the window to kiss him. You knew it was crazy to be kissing a man you just met, even for the second time, but it felt right.

“Goodbye. I mean it this time.” You laughed and pulled away.

When you got home that night, your phone rang before you even had a chance to set your bag down. Your heart skipped a beat as you went over to answer it.

“Hello?” You said into the phone, hoping to hear Arvins voice again.

“Hey.” Arvin replied. “So am I gonna have to wait until the next time you need gas to see you or are you free tomorrow night?”

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[alltoowelltom]

hold your horses! (t.h)

tom holland x reader

summary: rumors fly during an interview leading to a shock announcement for tom and his girlfriend

a/n: inspired by a tiktok i saw months ago and have not stopped thinking abt since i literally could not think of one panel-type event that wasnt comic-con i am so sorry flsjsjksjs

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Tom shifts in his seat, running one hand through his curls as he tries to keep his face animated and stop his eyes glazing over. he's been sat on a vaguely uncomfortable chair for the last hour or so at Comic-Con, promoting his latest movie and as much as he loves his job and the fans, all he wants to do is crawl into bed and curl up next to you for a good twelve hours.

"Tom?" prompts the interviewer.

"I- I'm so sorry, what was your question?" he asks, flushing in embarrassment at being caught zoning out.

"Is Y/N here today?" repeats the interviewer patiently.

Tom grins at the mention of your name and he sits up taller, eyes scanning the crows until he finds you, hoodie pulled up over your head to hide from eagle-eyed fans.

"She is, yeah. I basically dragged her here so we could kind of spend time together, as an apology." he admits.

"An apology?" the interviewer says. "What did you do, Tom?"

"Yeah, what did you do, Tom?" echoes one of his co-stars, laughing.

"I fell asleep during our movie date." Tom admits sheepishly, shaking his head at the roar of laughter from the crowd. "Twenty minutes in, I was out cold."

"You didn't!" laughs the interviewer. "What did she do?"

"She was the absolute best, of course. She just held me and stroked my hair and wrapped me up in a blanket and then stayed on the sofa with me all night." he says, eyes crinkling at the general "awww" from the crowd.

The interviewer's eyes glint mischievously as Tom tells his story, clearly sensing a way to divert the interview to The Good Stuff™.

"So speaking of Y/N, there's been a lot of talk about you two online recently." he starts. "Specifically, engagement rumors? Is there any basis, any truth to these rumors?"

Tom shifts around as he stalls for time until he can meet your eyes in the crowd, raising his fluffy eyebrow ever so slightly to silently ask if you're okay with him talking about your relationship. You give him a tiny nod, encouraging him to go on.

"No, we're not engaged." he says. "But we've honestly never been happier than we are right now. She's so creative, and caring, and funny, and gorgeous. There's no one else I'd rather spend my life with."

You can't help but feel slightly choked up as he gushes, resisting the urge to throw off your hoodie and run up to the stage, crushing him into a bear hug and never letting go.

"WHEN ARE YOU PROPOSING?!" yells a particularly enthusiastic fan, rousing cheers from the rest of the crowd and the cast members on stage.

Tom laughs as he winks at you again.

"When I'm sure she'll say yes."

This, of course, results in almost hysterical screams (affectionate).

You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on Tom's contact and typing out a message. He's watching you of course, so when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket he pulls it out, cheering like an excited seven year old, "I got a text! From Y/N!"

Y/N 💗: i'd marry you in a heartbeat baby <3

He blows a kiss in your direction, grinning from ear to ear. As he's distracted, gazing at you lovingly, a co-star leans over his shoulder and reads the text.

"Holy shit!" they laugh. "Did Tom Holland just get engaged?"

The screams reach an all-time record and you wince slightly, bringing a hand up to your ringing ear. Tom snatches his phone closer, rolling his eyes.

"Hold your horses!" he laughs. "Let me check."

He balances the microphone in his left hand as he types out a quick message.

tommy 🤠: Did we just get engaged??

Y/N 💗: we will be when you give me that rock hidden at the back of your sock drawer 😳

Tom's soft brown eyes crinkle around the edges as he grins all but leaps up from his chair.

"Is this interview wrapping up soon?" He asks cheekily. "I've got to go get engaged."

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tysm for reading! comments and reblogs are always super appreciated. i wanna thank you guys for all the love on my blog, you're the best <333

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All Things End 1

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

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

Characters: Arvin Russell

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

Part of the Backwoods AU

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t mind,” he insists.

“That’s nice but my manager–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Couple months ago…” you say vaguely.

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

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

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

You shake your head, “not really.” 

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

“Thanks,” you steer past him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#arvin russell #dark arvin russell #dark!arvin russell #arvin russel x reader #drabble #backwoods au #au #series #all things end #the devil all the time

[brain-palace]

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

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

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

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

Daryl Dixon (TWD) ↴ Series ↴

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

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

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

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

Oneshots ↴

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

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

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

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Rick Grimes (TWD) ↴ Series ↴

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

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

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

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

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

Oneshots ↴

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

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

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Peter Parker (MCU) ↴ Oneshot ↴

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Series ↴

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

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

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Steve Harrington (ST) ↴ Series ↴

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

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

Oneshots ↴

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

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

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

Tainted Love | by @megxplryxb | ☁ ♡

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

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

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

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Eddie Munson ↴ Oneshot ↴

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Series ↴

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

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Spencer Ried (CM) ↴ Oneshots ↴

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

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

Days off with Spencer | by @justmyheart | ♡

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

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

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Aaron Hotchner (CM) ↴ Oneshots ↴

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New mom | by @marvelslut16 |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Thomas Shelby (PB) ↴ Series ↴

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

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

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

Oneshots ↴

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

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

John Shelby (PB) ↴ Oneshots ↴

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

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

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Alfie Solomon (PB) ↴ Oneshots

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

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Steddie (ST) ↴ Oneshots

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

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Billy (ST) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Bartender Billy | by @billysbabyy |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Arvin Russel (TDATT)↴ Oneshots ↴

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

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

#daryl dixon x reader #peter parker x reader #rick grimes x reader #aaron hotch x reader #arvin russell x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #tommy shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #spencer reid x reader #alfie solomons x reader #daryl x reader #aaron hotch fanfiction #rick grimes x you #peter parker fanfiction #tasm peter parker x reader

[miela]

Tom Holland Masterlist

All my writings for this lovely lad

♥ {smut} | ☁︎ {fluff} | ➻ {angst} | ☾ {dark} | ✿ {platonic}

if one-shots, drabbles, or headcannons are part of a series they will be in the series masterlist.

↪ dividers by firefly-graphics & cafekitsune

TOM HOLLAND:

{TBA}

Beautiful Stranger | { x Stunt Double! Reader} ☁︎

❥ When you're invited to your best friend's wedding, you keep running into someone who saves you from your loneliness...and clumsiness.

{TBA}

{TBA}

PETER PARKER:

Shattered Memories | { x Stark Daughter! Reader} | ☁︎ ♥ ➻

❥ After Peter sacrificed his identity for the sake of the world, five years go by before he finds you back in his life again.

{TBA}

{TBA}

{TBA}

NATHAN DRAKE:

{TBA}

{TBA}

{TBA}

{TBA}

ARVIN RUSSELL:

{TBA}

{TBA}

{TBA}

{TBA}

#tom holland #peter parker #nathan drake #arvin russell #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland angst #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #mcu peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker angst #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #nathan drake smut #nathan drake fluff #nathan drake angst #nathan drake x you #nathan drake x y/n #nathan drake x reader #arvin russell fluff #arvin russell smut #arvin russell angst #arvin russell x you #arvin russell x y/n #arvin russell x reader #peter parker fanfiction

[holyfruitsnax]

Southern Hospitality

Summary: Arvin stumbles across you having a little alone time and decides to help.

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Masturbation, Slight praise kink, Fem & Male receiving, smutttt 18+ please!!!, cursing, never proofread <3

A/N: Not this almost not saving because my internet went out.

   Arvin’s knuckles thrummed against the old wooden door to your home a few times before stepping back with his hands locked behind himself. “Arvin! How nice to see you!” your mother smiled opening the front door wider so Arvin could come in. “S’nice to see you too Mrs. Y/LN. Is uh, is Y/N here?” Arvin glanced around to try and spot you to no avail. “Yep! She’s in her room, listen, I’ve got to pick up some things from the store, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. You like Spaghetti?” She grabbed up a little purse watching the young man nod. “Alright! Then you can join us for dinner!” She beamed before heading out.

   Arvin headed down the hall towards your room, boots gently thudding against the hard pine floor. Your bedroom door was ever so cracked almost like you were in a rush and meant to close it. Just as he went to push the door open the rest of the way with a smile, a soft whine caught Arvin’s attention making him lean his ear closer. Not a pained whine, put one of pleasure. Could you be...No... Arvin felt the sudden urge to take a peek through the slightly open door, a tinge embarrassed at the same time. She’s your friend, give her some space. Arvin decided he’d back away and wait for you to finish and act like he had no idea what you were doing. That is until the loveliest sound graced his ears.

   “Arvin~” You quietly called to him, well, not to him since you didn’t know he was there, but Arvin felt like you were. He felt his dick stir in his pants at the idea of his sweet Y/N getting off to him. So, he took a look and nearly fell out at the sight of your H/C hair messily tossed against your pillow while your fingers ran circles around your clit. Your eyes pressed shut, mouth hung open slightly, God he could practically fall to his knees at this masterpiece. He couldn’t help but push the door open more, leaning against the doorframe to get a better look at you, watching your fingers desperately paw at your sex.

   “Oh my- Arvin please~” You whined again, eyes snapping open as Arvin gave a deep chuckle. “I’m right here darlin’ just tell me what you need.” He hummed letting his dark brown eyes skim over your form. A gasp escaped your throat, trying to tug the covers up to no avail. There stood Arvin Russel, your best friend. His cap on tight, cigarette behind his left ear, eyes glazed over, and a bulge making way in his jeans. How long had he been there? He definitely heard. “I-I’m so sorry-” “Don’t stop on my account.” Arvin slowly clicked the door shut behind him, prowling over you like a bear looks at an elk. Hungry. “You’re not mad?” You furrowed your brows still clutching your blanket. “Mad? No...Turned on?...” He grinned gently pulling the cloth from your fingertips, bearing your skin to himself again, biting his bottom lip with a pleased groan.

   You couldn’t believe it, everything you’ve wanted was about to unravel. Arvin leaned in and kissed you, a rough hand cupping your jaw to keep you close. You pulled away a little resting your forehead against Arvin’s. “Help...Help me?” You swallowed thickly spreading your legs wider beneath the brunette. “My pleasure darlin’...” Arvin pulled you back in for a heated kiss, tongue pushing its way past your soft lips. His hands found your shoulders, laying you back down against the bed, pulling away from you with heavy breaths. Arvin climbed down the bed, unbuttoning his white shirt at the same time so he could toss it to the side. “So pretty~” He stared at your pussy while sliding a finger up and down the wetness that had gathered before popping it into his mouth with a moan. Wetting his finger, Arvin pushed it into you slowly, getting a feel for your tight velvet heat before adding another. He loved the sight of you writhing under him, soft moans luring him in closer.

   Looking down at Arvin you shifted your hips to match the pace of his fingers, swallowing thickly when his lust filled gaze met yours. “M-More!~” He cocked a brow watching you plead to him, you looked helpless. Removing his fingers from you, Arvin quickly shoved them in his mouth again, licking them clean while you watched. Leaning up, Arvin latched onto your left bud sucking and nipping causing your back to arch up into him. Swapping to the other side you could feel him smirking against your skin, he was proud of himself as he peppered kisses down your middle until he was met with your hot center again. Quick hands flipped his beat up cap backwards before delving his tongue deep into your cunt causing you to hiss and moan. Arvin lapped away at your center like he’d been starving in the desert, drenching his chin with your juices. “Oh my- gosh Arvin!” You moaned out as Arvin swapped his abuse to your clit, desperately hoping your parents weren’t home. “Ugh...That.” Arvin groaned against you, one hand moving to pop off his belt, smoothly tugging it through his belt loops, tossing it to the side “Say that again Y/N Darlin’~”.

   Arvin’s firm grip forced your shaking legs against the mattress, licking a stripe up your pussy, tongue swirling your sensitive and slightly swollen clit. Your body jolted feeling oh so close, you listened to Arvin’s instructions. “Feels so good Arvie!” You choked out, only for him to stop. “Why’d you-” Your eyes widened landing on Arvin’s now free cock, oh, that’s why. “Can I- I mean I’ve never. I might not be good at y’know.” You gulped sitting up and crawling over to Arvin’s panting body. “S’okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to Doll.” He smiled, a gentleman as always. You smiled in return, wrapping your hand around his length watching his head thump against the wall in pleasure. “I want to.” You hummed, keeping your eyes on Arvin’s for a moment, testing yourself a little while slipping his cock into your mouth. 

   Arvin’s jaw clenched, teeth slightly showing while you bobbed your head a little, encouraged by his quiet moans and fingers combing against your scalp. You panicked feeling yourself gag slightly around him, moving to pull away out of embarrassment you were stopped by Arvin’s hand cupping the back of your neck. “S’okay, it happens. Take your time Darlin’ you’re doing so good for me.” Arvin’s voice had dropped lower in his throat, fingers gently rubbing at your neck, not holding you hostage, just there for support. So, you gathered yourself and kept going “Just like that...” He cooed. The longer you sucked, the easier it got, but also the more tired your poor jaw became. Finally having to pull away to get a good breath, Arvin led you to straddle his lap noticing you hold your jaw for a moment. “Sore?” He hummed stroking himself below you “A little...” You admit, Arvin’s lips caressing the edge of your jaw. “My poor baby... Means you were giving it your all, just for me.” He winked sending a shiver up your spine, of course you nodded.

   Lowering your hips slowly taking in Arvin’s cock, you both sighed as soon as your bodies made complete contact. Arvin gave you a moment, waiting for you to begin rolling your hips into his at your own pace. “Heavenly Darlin’....J-Just perfect.” His chest heaved under your fingertips. Your left hand drew shapes across Arvin’s lean chest, enjoying the muscles flexing every now and then while the other snaked behind his head to toss his hat aside, wanting to enjoy his thick curls that bounced with you both. Arvin couldn’t help himself as he began to buck deeper into you making your moans fill the small home. A tight feeling built in your belly as you continued to ride Arvin. “A-Arvin I think I’m getting-” “Alright, I’ve gotcha Darlin’...” He groaned, flipping you both so your back was against the sheets, leg hoisted over Arvin’s shoulder so he could pound into you at his own pace now. Immediately you tossed your head back in bliss, fingers clutching for anything they could reach.

   Arvin watched your tits bounce with each of his thrusts “Come on baby, let go for me Y/N.” he couldn’t help the sloppier pace of his thrusts. Your pussy clenched around him as you came, eyes slamming shut, head tilting back while you let out the loudest, most erotic call of Arvin’s name causing his bliss to join yours. The both of you relaxed, panting in unison as you stared at each other. “That was...” You sighed, loving the dopey smile plastered across Arvin’s face “Oh yeah.” He chuckled pulling out of you so he could lean down and capture your lips again. “I love you Arvie~” You mumbled tiredly against his lips. “I love you too Y/N Darlin’....And next time, come get me first.” He teased pushing some damp curls off his own forehead with a cocky grin. 

Alright, I’ll admit it, I love this and I love Arvin. I hope you do too Loves! - Snax <3

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland one shot #Arvin Russell #arvin russell imagine #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell smut #the devil all the time

[cab-14-jime]

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[yichuuonvenus]

!!I am a dark fic writer so if that scares you please do not go any further!! - Love, Yichuu

Peter Parker Ethan Landry Tom Riddle Coriolanus Snow Walter De Ville Loki Laufeyson Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen Arvin Russell

#masterlist #dark!fic #dark!coriolanus snow x reader #dark!ethan landry x reader #dark!tom riddle x reader #dark!walter de ville reader #dark!loki x reader #arvin russell x reader #dark!aemond targaryen x reader #dark!peter parker #dark!peter x reader #dark!peter parker x reader #dark!tom riddle #dark!loki #dark!coriolanus snow #dark!ethan landry #dark!walter de ville #dark!aemond targaryen

[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!

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[silkscream]

ree!! angry sex with arvin <3 like you’re fighting but now you’re fucking..yk

𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

warnings: smut (18+ only), rough sex, angry sex, not dubcon but... it's a weird dynamic, toxic relationship dynamics (?), dacryphilia

arvin russell wears his reddish knuckles well, his hands branded and calloused in a way that makes other men wary around him at the bars. they don’t underestimate him, especially not when he's got a hand attached to your hip at all times even when he's angry with you. and you... you could never turn away his touch. it was still a token of his caring, closer than a white flag than any apology. you both knew how difficult it could be.

your face is warmer than it should be and you're pissing him off by the second. stealing his beers, moving erratically, like a child. the boys sure like you, some peers from arvin's job that is, and arvin fucking hates it.

you'd been a force in his life the moment you fell into it. burst in like a forest fire and shining bright since. that was why arvin kept you -- that edge to you made you different. he'd met his match with you.

once you're both back at the house, he tries to contain himself, grits his teeth while he watches you skip to the bedroom with the buttons of your blouse undone and loose.

"what's got you all pouty, mister?" you taunt.

"nothin'. just fuckin' tired."

"mm," you hum. "of me?"

he shakes his head, grimacing. you know exactly how to push his buttons and you don't care about the repercussions. maybe you crave them, instead. love isn't love if it isn't even a little brutal to you.

"'course you're not," you chuckle. "you were made just for me, weren't ya?"

he can't resist that little smirk on your face considering how hard his cock is straining in his blue jeans, but the alcohol in him still has his face burning. his fists clench then unfurl. arvin is often quiet, calculated, but has the innate sense of cruelty as his father. you coax it out of him like a confession.

this is how you end up pinned against the wall, white knuckles of his hand squeezing your shoulder while the other digs into the flesh of your side. fingertips grazing a breast. heavy, hot breaths from your lover's mouth fan over you.

"damn cute when you're actin' all tough, y'know that?" you murmur.

"i'll show you cute, you fuckin' brat," a hot rasp utters from him. the clench of his jaw makes him all sharp edges and it makes your insides preen. you are the knife and he's the only one who can wield you.

it's whiplash when he yanks your body like a plaything and you land on the mattress, hands gripping your thighs in a bruising force. his teeth are on your neck while a rough slap hits the flesh of your ass, making you gasp. his desire boils over you, no longer simmering, and you're ready for him to consume you.

you whimper his name, eyes widening when you feel the brutal thickness of his cock already. he usually takes his sweet time with you, but his fervor and wrathed temper make him impatient. he clumsily readjusts his body above yours, strips off the rest of his clothes quickly so he can hold your legs apart and punish you the way he intends to.

"y'wanted this, didn't you, honey?" he grunts. the way he plunges into you has your vision dizzy already, unable to form any coherent words to talk back at him like you usually do. he chuckles lightly when he realizes.

"arv!" you slur, voice dripping with something both comprised of agony and ecstasy, somehow. you can barely move underneath his body, struggling as he pins you down to hit you at just the right angle. he busies his mouth back to your neck again, all teeth and tongue forming wet bruises on your delicate skin.

it's all too much, all too fast. but he's right, always is -- it's what you wanted.

his hips meet yours, slaps against them, actually, as his thrusts knock the wind out of you. even with the pressure building inside your cunt, you need more. you'd let him smother you.

with surprising tenderness, arvin kisses your jaw. it's the first proper kiss of the night, you think. you want to feel his mouth on yours but he doesn't let you. there's a glint of taunting in his honey-brown eyes above you.

the swell of his cock makes your insides flutter. you let him use you until you're at your most sensitive, and the weak whimpers suppressed by his palm over your mouth make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"fuck, gonna cum," arvin rasps. "now's the time you behave, huh?"

"yeah," you whine, tears springing from the corner of your eyes.

it comes as a little death. how can something feel so good that it hurts?

you feel his warmth inside you and it makes your skin feel hotter. you didn't even notice you were crying until he pulls out of you and wipes your tears with pity. the way his body is no longer on top of yours makes you feel empty for some reason -- as if you could be happily sewn to him for the rest of your life.

"didn't mean to make you cry, sweetheart," he says gently.

"you did," you accuse. "and you liked it, huh? sick bastard."

despite your tears, you can't help but crack a smile. even in your recovery period, you have to act tough, let arvin know that in every game, you're still winning regardless. it's always you starting it, the provocation, poking the bear just because you want to feel teeth.

"you're the sick one, baby," he says as he cleans you up.

"that's why i was made for you, too."

#arvin russell x you #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell smut #arvin russell fanfiction #the devil all the time #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #blurb

[waitimcomingtoo]

Bitten

Pairing: Vampire!Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: you spend an evening with a vampire after getting trapped in his house

Masterlist

On Halloween night, a mixture of boredom and curiosity brought you to the door of an old abandoned castle that overlooked your town from the top of a steep hill. You used the rusted old door knocker to bang on the enormous doors and were surprised when it slowly creaked open. You stepped inside and were hit with the scent of dust and aged furniture as soon as you shut the door behind you. The smell didn’t bother you as the inside of the castle was enough to distract you. You walked deeper into the foyer and admired the classic Victorian style of the decor under the light of your flashlight. Just as you were running your fingernails along the grand piano, you heard a voice.

“What are you doing here?”

“AHHHH!” You screamed and turned in the direction of the voice. Your flashlight lit up the pale face of a boy standing at the top of the staircase.

“Oh my God. Who are you?” You asked and stepped closer to get a better look.

“I asked you first.” The boy said as he descend the staircase. You noticed that his footsteps did not make a single sound despite the stairs looking hundreds of years old.

“No you didn’t. You asked me what I was doing here. You never asked who I was.” You pointed out as the boy got closer.

“Fine.” He groaned a little. “My name is Peter.”

“I’m Y/n.”

“Well hello, Y/n. Now tell me, how did you find this place?” The boy asked as he walked in a circle around you.

“You mean the giant abandoned castle at the top of the hill? I don’t know. I guess I just looked up.” You replied as you followed him with your flashlight.

“Ah. I see.” He chuckled shortly. “You’re one of the sarcastic ones.”

“One of the sarcastic whats?” You laughed awkwardly. You suddenly couldn’t see the boy anymore and turned around in circles with your flashlight pointed in every corner.

“Humans.” Peter said as he suddenly appeared behind you. You jumped and turned around with your hand over your heart.

“Aren’t you human?” You asked him, staring to grow nervous.

“I used to be.” He said simply and took another step forward. You could see his face perfectly now with your flashlight pointed at him. He was ghastly pale with hallowed out cheekbones that were highlighted by your flashlight. His eyes were blood red and the skin around them was a deep purple. Despite all of this, you found him inexplicably beautiful. At least, you did until he opened his mouth and you saw his

“Fangs.” You gasped and took a step back.

“Don’t worry. I don’t bite.” Peter smirked a little and took a step towards you. You trembled in fear as he slipped a hand behind your head and dipped you towards the ground, exposing your neck.

“That hard.” He added before opening his mouth and getting ready to bite. The fear immediately left your body and you started to laugh. Peter dropped you in confusion and looked at you until you stopped laughing.

“I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting that. Are all vampires this corny?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry! I’m really not trying to be mean. I guess I just thought that vampires would be a little more Robert Pattinson in Twilight and a little less Adam Sandler in Hotel Transylvania.”

“Twilight is a disgusting misrepresentation of my kind.” Peter scoffed and folded his arms.

“Clearly.” You said in disappointment. “Because where are the golden eyes? Where’s the angst? The battle scars? The bag of eggs Emmet carries in the first movie?”

“What? What are you even talking about?”

“Forget it. This is why I hate talking to people who aren’t die hard Twilight fans. We have nothing in common. If we can’t talk about the comforting bluish tint of the first Twilight movie, then what are we even supposed to talk about?”

“Are all humans this annoying?” Peter asked and rolled his eyes at you.

“Honestly, yes. And if you think I’m annoying, you better hope you never run into someone who studied abroad in college. It’s literally the only thing they can talk about.”

“You don’t shut up, do you?” Peter asked you.

“No I do not. But don’t worry, Mr. Vampire. I won’t bother you anymore. I’m outtie.” You patted his chest and started walking towards the door. Peter felt a pain in his chest at the sight of you leaving and reached his hand out towards you.

“Wait! You can’t leave.”

“Why not?” You stopped walking and turned out.

“Don’t you know consequences of your own actions? You entered a vampires home without being invited. That means you are now cursed to reside here for all of eternity.”

“Oh my God.” Your eyes widened. “You’re Beauty and the Beasting me?”

“I don’t make the vampire rules.” Peter shrugged.

“Well who does? Please don’t make me have to ask to speak to your vampire manger.”

“Vampire rules were made thousands of years ago by a small group of the very first vampires to exist. They wrote out the rules for vampires to follow from then to eternity.”

“Oh. Just like Americans.”

“What? How?” Peter scoffed.

“You’re saying a small group of white dudes created the laws that everyone else was expected to follow for the rest of time with no consideration of different demographics inputs or the constantly changing state of the world?”

“Yes. That’s what I’m saying.”

“Yeah. That’s like super American of you.” You told him.

“Gross.” Peter grimaced.

“You’re telling me.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“Never mind all that.” Peter waved his hand. “The rules are rules. You are now my prisoner for all of eternity.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” You said and pulled out your phone. Peter watched you curiously as you dialed a number and held the phone to your ear.

“Hey dad. Yeah, it’s me. Nah, I got Beauty and the Beasted. No he didn’t use those specific terms. A vampire. Yes, a vampire. No I didn’t do this on purpose! Dad! Just because I like those movies doesn’t mean I would get myself trapped -you’re not even listening to me. Dad. Can I just- ugh. Fine. I’m in that creepy tower on the hill. What do you mean which one? How many hill top creepy towers do you know about? Yeah that one. You can try to come get me but he said I’m stuck here for all eternity. That’s what he said. I don’t know. Let’s me ask.” You said and took your phone away from your ear.

“Hey Peter?” You asked.

“What?”

“What’s the address of this place?”

“There is no address. And don’t even bother trying to be recused. Your barmy father will never be able to get you out of here.” Peter shouted. You gave him the side eye before picking up your phone again.

“Hey dad. Did you hear all that? I don’t know. Let me ask.” You said into the phone and put it down again.

“Hey Peter?”

“What?” He yelled in annoyance.

“What does barmy mean?” You asked him. Peter balled his hands into fists and resisted the urge to smash your phone into a million pieces.

“Hang up the phone before I drain you of your blood and hang you above the fireplace!” He screamed.

“Damn. Chill out.” You whispered harshly as you covered the speaker on your phone. Peter felt a little bad for yelling at you but that went away quickly when you went back to your call.

“Okay. I’ll just text you my location then. Bye, daddy.” You said cheerfully before hanging up. You slipped your phone back into your pocket and turned to Peter.

“All right. As fun as this has been, my dads on his way.”

“But the rules-“

“There are no rules.” You cut him off. “You may have to follow some ancient vampire rule book, but I don’t. You physically can’t keep me here, so I’m gonna go.”

“Don’t go!” Peter protested when you walked towards the door again. You could hear the desperation in his plea and turned around to look at him.

“Please. I’ve been alone for so long. I won’t force you to stay. Just please don’t go yet.” He said in a softer voice.

“If you don’t want to be alone, why don’t you just leave too?”

“And go where?” He asked with a defeated shrug. You looked at him for a minute and felt sympathetic. You had a family and warm house to go back to. He probably had no one.

“How long have you lived here?” You asked him.

“169 years.” He answered. You turned your head to the side but couldn’t conceal the laugh that came out of you.

“What?” Peter wondered.

“69.” You laughed. When Peter didn’t laugh too, you quickly stopped smiling.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“It’s fine.” Peter said quietly. He walked away from you and went to sit on the steps. You followed his gaze and saw that he had a perfect view of the grand window. From there, you could see cars and people passing by at the bottom of the hill. You looked back and him and noticed the step he was sitting on was worn down, as if he sat there all the time.

“Well clearly I can’t keep you here. You’re free to go.” He told you without ever taking his eyes off the window. It made you sad to think of him all alone in this castle, just watching people live their lives without having any idea he was up there.

“I was always free to go.” You said in an attempt to make him laugh.

“Yeah. I suppose you were.” He said quietly and looked down at the floor. You looked between him and the door a few times before letting out a groan.

“Why am I so nice and good to others?” You whispered to yourself before taking your phone out.

“Oh no. Oh me oh my. This can’t be!” You said in over exaggerated exasperation as you looked at your phone.

“What is it?” Peter asked curiously.

“My dad just texted me. He can’t come to get me yet.” You lied.

“Really? Why not?” Peter asked with the excitement evident in his voice. You realized you didn’t think that far ahead into your lie and quickly tried to come up with something.

“He’s um, he has chlamydia.” You lied, immediately regretting it.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Real bad case too. He said he’s bed ridden for the next 24 hours.” You continued to lie.

“So you have to stay here all night?” Peter asked, unable to hide the smile that broke out on his face.

“I guess so. At least it’s not all eternity.” You shrugged and pretended to be upset by it. Peters smile grew so much that you could see his fangs. You smiled fondly at him, finding it cute how excited he was to have you stay.

“Come with me. I’ll show you to your chambers.” Peter said and held out a hand. You smiled shyly at him before placing your hand in his.

“Ooo. Sounds fancy.” You said as he lead you up the winding staircase.

“I think you’ll like it.” He said sincerely, making your heart grow fonder for him.

When you got to the top of the stairs, Peter took a candelabra off the wall and used it to light your way down the hallway. You cousins help but feel excited by the ambiance of the night. You were being led down the candle lit hallway of an ancient castle by a handsome vampire and it was kinda the coolest thing that had ever happened to you. Peter looked over his shoulder at one point and when he saw how excited you looked, he felt pride in his chest. He continued to hold your hand until he reached the biggest room in the castle.

“This is my room?” Your jaw dropped when you stepped inside. It was a picturesque Victorian bedroom with a huge canopy bed and chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Everything was black or red, exactly how you’d picture a vampires room to be.

“Do you not like it?” Peter asked nervously.

“Are you kidding? It’s beautiful. This is bigger than my room at home. And way cleaner.” You said as you ran your finger along the dusty wardrobe. Peter laughed as he watched you blow the dust off your finger.

“I’m glad to see your sense of humor didn’t die with you.” You said when you heard him laughing.

“I’m not dead. I was just bitten.” Peter said simply. You stared at him for a second and felt that fondness return.

“I know the feeling.” You said softly.

“You do?” Peter asked, your flirtation going right over his head.

“Yeah. I mean, metaphorically.”

“Well I’m not speaking metaphorically. Someone quite literally bit my neck and now I can’t be around garlic.” Peter said as he took a seat on the bed.

“So that’s true? Vampires really do hate garlic?” You asked as you sat as well and faced him.

“Of course we do. Where do you think that myth came from?”

“I don’t know. I thought all of that vampire stuff was just a scary story to tell kids.”

“Some of it is. But some is true.” Peter told you. “You see, if you go back and look throughout history you’ll see that vampires or some form of blood sucking creature exists in every culture. But all these cultures had these stories from before they were able to communicate with each other. That’s because they weren’t made up stories or myths. They were real. Vampires have always existed. Just not exactly as you were told.”

“Interesting. So if I threw holy water at you, would you melt?”

“I wouldn’t melt, but I’d burn.” Peter replied, secretly hoping you’d ask him more questions.

“And what about mirrors? Can you see your reflection in those?”

“Of course we can. Where did you hear that one?” Peter laughed as if it were silly to even suggest.

“Wizards of Waverly Place.” You mumbled in embarrassment.

“Sounds like a reliable source.” Peter hit noted you.

“It was. Juliet couldn’t see her reflection when she was on a date with Justin.” You replied. Peter smiled as he uncovered more of your personality and wanted to know more.

“What else have you been told?” He asked and leaned on his hand.

“That you have no shadow. And cannot be photographed.”

“That one’s true. I don’t have a shadow. But that’s mostly because I don’t go in the sun.”

“Do you sparkle in the sunlight?” You asked with a teasing smile.

“No. But I do burn. I may be undead, but I’ll always be white.”

“Interesting.” You laughed. Peter laughed as well and felt himself being happy for the first time in years. He hadn’t sat down and had a real conversation with someone in a very long time. And the time it had been since someone asked him about himself was even further in the past. Now that he had you, he didn’t want to let you go.

“Do you have any other questions for me?” Peter asked and tried not to sound as hopeful as he felt. It didn’t work, but you didn’t mind. You thought it was endearing that he just wanted to be asked about himself.

“I have tons. I just didn’t want to annoy you.”

“You’re not annoying me at all. I enjoy the company actually.” He admitted, making you smile. Peter returned the smile, giving you another view of his fangs. You thought about the small information you had on his past and felt your heart ache for him.

“For those 169 years you’ve lived here, have you been alone?” You asked in a softer tone.

“Most of the time.” He smiled sadly. “I get squatters now and then and I’ll have them for dinner.”

“Like, you invite them to stay for dinner?”

“No. I drink them. For dinner.“ Peter said as if it were the most casual thing in the world.

“So that myth is true? You really do drink blood?” You asked, equal parts scared and excited.

“I do.” Peter replied, excited to see that you were excited.

“Are you gonna drink mine?” You asked and leaned forward a little.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Peter replied, leaning in as well.

“Oh. Okay. Let me know when you do.” You told him as your eyes dropped down to his lips.

“I will.” He replied as he titled his head to the side. You felt a gravitational pull towards Peter and knew if you didn’t stop yourself, you’d end up kissing this stranger. You quickly got off the bed and pretended to look around the room

“So, uh, do you sleep in a coffin?” You asked ti fill the awkward silence you had created.

“A what?” Peter asked, still wondering if you were about to kiss or if that was just in his head.

“A coffin. That’s another vampire myth. You guys sleep in coffins like this.” You explained and folded your hands over your chest the way you’d seen vampires do in movies.

“Oh, yeah. I used to do that but it kinda hurt my back so I stopped.”

“Really?”

“No. Why the fuck would I sleep like that? That looks so uncomfortable. And how would I be able to breathe if I was inside a coffin?”

“I’m just asking.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m trying to see what’s myth or not.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” Peter smiled sheepishly and you felt your annoyance dissipate.

“I guess I’ll forgive you. Since I’ll be here for all eternity and what not.” You smiled teasingly at him.

“I thought it was just 24 hours?” He humored you.

“Same thing.” You shrugged. “If you don’t sleep in a coffin, there where do you sleep?”

“Come with me and I’ll show you.” Peter said as he got off the bed. He took your hand again and led you up another winding staircase. You went all the way to the top of the castle and reached a room at the end of the hall. There were huge windows all covered in red velvet drapes except for one that was letting the moonlight pool in. Peter’s bed was even bigger than yours, but his bed frame was empty. You looked over and saw that ye had pulled his mattress over to the floor in front of the window. When you looked out that window, you saw he had a perfect view of the city below. You knew he must’ve done that to aid his loneliness and felt sorry for him once again. Peter saw what you were looking at and joined your side.

“Anything else you want to know?” He asked as he looked at you. You looked at him for a minute as the one question on your mind begged it be brought up.

“I gotta ask.” You said, almost apologetically.

“Oh no. Here we go.” Peter rolled his eyes a little, knowing exactly what was coming.

“Do you guys really hate werewolves?”

“Not at all.”

“Really? So you guys get along?” You asked hopefully, your deepest fangirl fantasy coming true.

“No. Vampires don’t hate werewolves because werewolves do not exist.”

“What? Come on. If vampires exist, werewolves must exist.” You insisted.

“If they do, I’ve never seen one.”

“Ugh. I wish I was a werewolf so I could wolf out right now and prove you wrong. That would be such an epic moment.”

“Would it?” Peter teased you.

“I think it would.” You scoffed and playfully shoved his shoulder. Instead of pulling your hand away after the shove, you squeezed his shoulder before moving your hand down his arm with tiny squeezed.

“What are you doing?” Peter chuckled but didn’t mind your actions. He was just happy to be touched after so long.

“I’m trying to see if you guys are actually ice cold.” You said and moved your hand from his arm up to his neck and face.

“And?”

“You are. Jesus Christ.” You laughed and took your hand away once you felt his cold skin.

“Does that bother you?” Peter asked quietly.

“Not really. Why would I care?” You shrugged.

“Yeah. Why would you?” He repeated, a hint of sadness in his voice. You could tell you had squashed some sort of hope inside him with your answer and wanted to let him know that just because you didn’t care that he was cold didn’t mean you didn’t care for him.

“Being cold to the touch is so not an issue. It’s nothing a few sweaters and some fluffy blankets can’t fix.” You followed up, making Peters smile return to his face. You smiled back and felt that fondness for him once again.

“Besides, the cold never bothered me anyway.” You added just to reassure him.

“The cold never bothered me. I like that.” Peters smile grew as he looked at you.

“Thank you. I definitely just made it up and did not steal it from a popular animated franchise.” You said as your eyes darted to the side.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You said quickly. “Changing the subject, what do you do for fun around here?”

“That’s not a vampire related question.” Peter pointed out.

“I know. It’s a you related question.” You said and shoved him again just because you knew he liked it. Peter smiled when he felt your touch and leaned into it.

“Well I don’t really know. I guess I don’t really have fun around here.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because I’m 169 years old. I’ve done everything I needed to or wanted to do.”

“So now what? You just dwell here in the darkness by yourself?” You laughed.

“Pretty much.” Peter answered, making your smile drop. You were just kidding but realized he wasn’t. You looked back at his bed in front of the window again and imagined him dragging it over there to feel less alone.

“What?” Peter asked when he saw your face.

“Nothing. It’s just….that sounds lonely.” You said quietly.

“That’s because it is.” Peter said with a sad smile.

“That makes me sad. I don’t want you to be lonely.”

“What do you care? You just met me.”

“Just because I don’t know you doesn’t mean I can’t feel sad for you.” You told him.

“Oh. I guess not.” Peter replied, his sad smile slowly turning into a fond one.

“Is your family like you? Are they vampires too?” You asked, hoping he at least had a family to keep him company.

“No. Only I was bitten.” Peter said with a shrug.

“Wow. At least you got to spend their whole lives with them.” You said in an effort to lighten the conversation.

“I didn’t actually.” Peter admitted. “I had to leave them a few years I was bitten. I wasn’t gonna age and I couldn’t exactly tell them why.”

“Oh.” You said quietly as your eyes fell to the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked when he noticed your solum expression.

“Sorry. It just sounds like being a vampire isn’t as fun as I thought it would be.”

“Yeah. It’s not as fun as I thought either.” Peter admitted.

“Are there any parts you do like? What about turning into a bat? That’s gotta be fun, right?” You asked in an attempt to cheer him up.

“I can’t turn into a bat.” He deadpanned.

“Well damn it Peter! I’m trying to make you feel better.” You exclaimed. You felt bad for shouting at him, then confused when you saw him smiling.

“What? Why are you smiling?”

“Nothing. I just haven’t heard someone say my name in years.” He said with a cheeky smile. You smiled in return as an idea came to you.

“Well Peter, since we’re having a sleepover tonight, it’s only fitting that we play some classic sleepover games.”

“Like what?” Peter lit up in excitement.

“We could have a pillow fight.” You suggested.

“These pillows are hundreds of years old. Hitting you with one would five like getting caught in a dust bowl.” Peter chuckled and hit a pillow to emphasize his point. A cloud of dust expelled into the air and you understood what he meant.

“How would you know? Were you alive when the dust bowls were going on?” You teased him.

“You mean the 1930s? No, I wasn’t.” He laughed.

“Well I don’t know if I believe you.” You clicked your tongue. “Let’s see. What else what else what else? Oh! I know. We can play truth or dare.”

“Okay. Sounds fun.” Peter smiled happily. You took a seat on his mattress in front of the window and patted the space in front of you, signaling for him to sit. Peter smiled shyly and padded across the floor to sit on the bed with you. You exchanged a look with each other and you felt butterflies flutter up in your chest.

“I’ll go first. Truth or dare?” You asked Peter.

“Truth.” Peter answered.

“Damn. I was gonna dare you to prove that you don’t sparkle in the sunlight. But that’s fine.” You sighed. “Tell the truth, who’s the last person you kissed?”

“This girl named Betty in the 60s.”

“You haven’t gotten action since the 60s?” You laughed in surprise.

“I’m a gentleman. And aren’t you only allowed to ask one question?” He whined.

“Fine. Ask me.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Who’s the last person you kissed?” Peter asked your question right back.

“You know, I also kissed Betty. She was kind of a slut.” You said out of the corner of your mouth. Peter laughed but you could tell he was disappointed that you didn’t actually answer.

“I’m kidding. I’ll have you know that I’ve never actually kissed anyone.” You said pointedly.

“Really?” Peters eyes widened.

“Don’t say it like that.” You shoved him again. “I’m only 22. I have all of eternity to kiss someone. The opportunity just hasn’t presented itself yet.”

“I was 22 when I was bitten.” Peter said with a soft smile. “I feel like I’m stuck at that age no matter how many years I live.”

“Hm.” You hummed. “We’re not so different.”

“I guess not.” Peter smiled as he looked into your eyes. You held his gaze for a minute before snapping out of it.

“Truth or dare?” You asked to change the subject.

“Truth.”

“Do you want me to leave?” You asked him. You knew he wanted you to stay, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“No. I don’t want you to leave at all. I want you to stay.” Peter said matter of factly.

“For how long?” You asked with a coy smile.

“Again with the two part questions.” He shook his head at you, making you smile.

“Sorry.” You chuckled.

“It’s all right. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” You decided.

“I dare you to come closer.” Peter took you by surprise when he said. You immediately obliged and scooted closer to him so that your knees were touching. Peter gulped, not having expected you to actually do it. You tweaked your eyebrow up at him to let him know the ball was in his court.

“Truth or dare?” You asked him and leaned in closer.

“Truth.” He said and an idea started to form. You tilted your head to the side, away from the window, so that the moonlight lit up the skin of your neck.

“Do want to drink my blood?” You asked innocently and ran your fingernails down your neck. Peter watched you do this and gulped loudly.

“Very badly.” He admitted. “But I won’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because then I’d lose your company.” He said simply. You couldn’t help but smile at his response and looked down at your lap.

“I thought you didn’t like my two part questions.” You said and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“I made an exception.” Peter shrugged and leaned in a little.

“How kind of you.” You replied and leaned in as well. Peters eyes dropped down to your lips before looking back up at you. Your lips circled into a smirk to let him know you had seen this.

“Truth or dare?” He asked you as he eyes fell down to your lips again.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.” He said respectfully but assuredly. You immediately obliged and leaned in the rest of the way to kiss him. For your first kiss, having it with a vampire was pretty impressive. Peter put his cold hands on your flushed face but you didn’t mind the chill. You smiled into the kiss when a thought suddenly came to you.

“I just got an idea.” You gasped and pulled away.

“What is it?”

“It’s Halloween. And you’re a vampire.”

“Yeah, so?” Peter wondered.

“So half the people down in that city are dressed as vampires too. No one will know yours isn’t a costume.” You said as you pointed out the window towards the city. Peters eyes widened when he realized you were right.

“So I could leave?” He asked quietly, not wanting to believe it incase it wasn’t true.

“Why not? You’re allowed to go down and have fun for a night.” You told him, making him light up with a smile. He looked down at the city again and let out a happy sigh.

“I’ve always wanted to go down there. Will you go with me?” He asked hopefully and took your hands in his.

“Sure. We can do whatever you want.” You said and pressed your free hand against his cold face. Peter leaned into your palm and wrapped his fingers around your wrist.

“I have to be back before the sun rises.” He reminded you.

“That’s okay. We’ll be back in time.” You assured him.

“Okay. Then let’s do it!” Peter shouted in excitement and got off the bed. He held out his hand and pulled you up before spinning you around in his arms. He set you down when a troubling thought came to him.

“But…will you go home after?” He asked with a sadness in his red eyes. You smiled softly at him and shook your head.

“No. Not tonight. I’ll stay here until morning.” You assured him. Peter grinned again, baring his fangs at you now that all his worries were taken care of.

“Then let’s go. I don’t want to miss another minute.” Peter said and took your hand. You ran down the hallway together and down the stairs until you were outside the castle. Peter took a deep breath of the outside air for the first time in forever before running down the hill. He never let go of your hand, even when you reached the city at the bottom of the hill. You walked hand in hand with Peter as he looked at absolutely everything. The two of you waved to the little kids in their costumes and a few people even complimented Peter on how real his fangs looked. You gave him a knowing smile each time and he felt his heart swell from the feeling of being known.

“This city is amazing!” He exclaimed and spun around in a circle.

“I know. So what do you want to do?” You asked him.

“I just want to walk around and be apart of the crowd.” He answered honestly, making you laugh.

“Okay. We can do that.” You took his hand again and went back to strolling the streets. You took him to all your favorite scenic spots and anywhere you saw people performing on the streets.

“Someone just handed me candy.” Peter whispered in your ear at one point. You looked down and saw that he had a handful of kit kats that he clearly didn’t know what to do with.

“Yeah. That’s pretty normal for Halloween.” You laughed and took one from him. You ripped open the packet and broke the Kit Kat in half as Peter watched in amazement. He had never seen this candy before and was impressed that you knew exactly what to do with it. You took one half of the Kit Kat for yourself and placed the other Kit Kat in Peter mouth. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t tell you since he could tell that you did. Once he swallowed his candy, he worked up the nerve to lean in and kiss your cheek to thank you for what you had done for him. He saw the goosebumps on your skin from how cold his touch was and immediately felt insecure. He took his hand out of yours so that he couldn’t make you any colder but you just picked up his hand again.

“Are you sure the cold doesn’t bother you?” He asked quietly. You gave his hand a squeeze before leaning in to kiss his lips once again. Peter blinked in surprise when you pulled away but quickly smiled with his fangs.

“Yes.” You told him. “I’m sure.”

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[alltoowelltom]

In That Dress (t.h)

summary: y/n's costume at the Holland's annual costume party causes a little issue for tom

a/n: ok this is complete sleep-deprived shit, but i might have broken through my writers' block so yay! 

this is based off of a group costume with some friends last halloween, hence the names of y/n's friend group. it's random, but enjoy!

Boyfriend!Tom, Established relationship, fluff, hint of smut

"I vote Scooby-Doo," says Meg, strolling over to the kitchen and opening up the fridge. "Are you telling me you don't see the likeness between Ant and Scooby? It's uncanny."

You sigh, glancing over at your friends spread over the kitchen table at Tom's house. They'd come over an hour ago to finalise costume plans for the annual Holland costume party this weekend, and not one plan had been made. 

"Do I get to be Daphne if we go as Scooby-Doo?" asks Angie. "Wait, what's their group name? The Scooby-Doos? Scooby-Doo crew?" she puts her head in her hands. 

"Mystery Inc." mutters Kai, scrolling through his phone. in the corner. 

"Okay, we can't be the Scooby-Doo crew because Angie's dyslexia can't cope with it." says Ant, rubbing Angie's back sympathetically. "Why don't we circle back to the Spice Girls idea?"

The rest of the group considers. 

"That's actually not a bad idea," agrees Meg. 

The conversation pauses as Harrison strolls  in, blinking when he sees the five people unexpectedly in Tom's kitchen. 

"Oh, hey Y/N, hey guys." he says. "Uh, I was just popping in to check- uh-"

You roll your eyes at him. 

"I won't tell him you were here. I'll just blame it on that racoon that he thinks is breaking in and eating all his food." you say.

He grins. 

"Thanks. So, have you guys sorted your costumes for Friday night?" he asks. "Harry and Sam are going as Gru and Dr Nefario, apparently they're the ones to beat."

"That's what we've been trying to do for the last hour and a half," sighs Ant. "Tell me, which Spice Girl do you think I am?" 

Harrison snorts, before realising Ant is serious and trying to cover it up as a cough. 

"Baby Spice," he answers quickly, blurting out the first Spice Girl that came to mind. "Y/N has to be Ginger Spice, by the way. Tom'll probably cum in his pants."

You clap your hand over your mouth as your friends laugh, wiggling their eyebrows suggestively. 

"Why? Why would he do that?"

Harrison shrugs. 

"He was borderline obsessed with her for a while when we were teenagers." he says. "Couldn't really explain it. Later, guys!" he calls as he slinks out the back door. 

The music pumps from downstairs, vibrating the carpeted floor as you pull on your white knee-high boots. Nikki had been kind enough to let you and your friends borrow her bedroom to get ready for the costume party. Slipping a redheaded wig on your head, you glance in the mirror as Angie pokes her head around the door from the ensuite bathroom. 

"Y/N!" she calls. "Tuwaine just texted to tell us we're up next, are you ready?" 

You nod, applying one more coat of red lipstick as you follow her down the hall. Your group gathers on the landing, just around the corner from the top of the staircase. Right on cue, the lights go out, bringing a few gasps from the partygoers at the bottom of the stairs. In the darkness you find your places, posed as the group and giggling as you bump into each other. Somewhere downstairs, someone adjusts the music and ‘Spice Up Your Life' begins to play loudly. The lights come on and you strut down the stairs as a group, eliciting cheers and whistles from the partygoers. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you pose one last time as Harry snaps a few photos, struggling to operate his camera with his fake Gru nose in the way. 

As the group breaks apart, Tom pushes his way to the front and brings you into an embrace. You don't miss the way his eyes take in your costume, his breath hitching in his throat at the tight fitting dress, glittery sequins making up the Union Jack flag and accentuating your curves perfectly. He rests his hands on your hip, careful not to spill his beer on your outfit as he leans in close. 

"You're so sexy in that get-up, love." he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. "Can barely keep my hands off of you." 

He peppers tiny kisses over your neck, pushing you gently to the side of the room. He backs you up against the living room wall, bumping into people dancing on his way. You moan quietly, threading your fingers through his dark curls as he gently ruts his hips into yours, hoping to find some kind of friction. 

"Tom! Y/N!" calls Sam, rolling his eyes and pushing his way through the crowd towards the two of you. "Stop feeling each other up in public and come see Harrison and Grace's costume!" 

He disappears into the moving crowd and you push Tom off gently, beginning to follow Sam. Tom doesn't move from where he's still facing the wall, pulling you back by the hand. 

"Y/N!" he hisses. "I can't go right now."

You frown, gently tugging on his hand. 

"I want to go see Harrison and Grace's costumes. Apparently they were coming as Titanic and the iceberg, and I’ve got to see how they pulled that one off."

"Y/N, I can't go right now." he whines, blushing furiously and turning to the wall even more as an aunt of his walks past, nodding at the two of you. You give her a polite smile before pulling Tom to face you by the shoulders. You bite your lip to keep from laughing as Tom pouts at you. It seems he was telling the truth when he said he enjoyed your outfit. The tent in his pants said that all too clearly. 

"You've gotta help me baby," he whines, attempting to cover himself with his hands. They're gonna bring out the food soon and all my family are gonna see!"

You rest your head on his shoulder as you laugh, trying to control yourself enough to assess the situation. 

"Do you think if we hang out here for a minute, Little Tom will go away on his own?" you ask. 

Tom shakes his head, turning towards the wall in shame again. 

"Not while you're in that dress." he blushes. 

You roll your eyes affectionately, glancing around to make sure no one's paying too much attention. You stand in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck and shielding the front of his body as you begin to guide him up the stairs towards his old bedroom before anyone will notice. 

"You owe me, Holland."

tysm for reading! reblogs and comments are super appreciated <3

tom's costume

part 2

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"Don't ya fuck with meh, boys. Come out now." Sheriff Lee warned, rifle raised and ready. He was lookin to punish the two boys who killed his little sister and her husband, not knowing that his sister and her husband were serial killers.

"Put the gun down, sheriff. Aah got one pointed at ya." Arvin warned.

"Have mercy own we’uns, sheriff." Y/N pleaded.

The sheriff laughed. "Mercy? aah caint afford ya mercy. Mah job is to uphold the law. Aah'm gonna shoot ya kids, then aah'm gonna tell the officials that ya were tryin' to murder meh. That's how all this is goin' down."

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Hi can I please request Arvin Russel x Reader, where your “friends” because you kinda are in the “popular” crowd at school, are jealous of her having Arvin. Maybe, they see you and Arvin out together at the move night, in his car making out feeling jealous they chat shit about you! And then the reader finds her friends trying to flirt with him one day but all they get is revenge from the reader. Arvin ofc is one loyal, man he just scoffs telling his mind to them not even holding back! Thank you so much, love your writing it is absolutely beautiful!! Free free to request anything from Tom Holland or his characters such as Arvin Russel and Peter Parker on my Page!! Plus look at my Sweet treat Party, don’t be shy to request!! Also Can we be mutuals? I would love to talk to you 🥰💜

a/n: tysm i had so much fun writing this!!! yes ofc we can be mutuals, message me anytime!

Gold Rush

pairing: arvin russell x reader

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

warnings: language, slight jealousy, a very loyal arvin 

word count: 3.0k

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“Momma’s taking me to get my hair done again tomorrow.” Betty bragged, earning ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhh’ from the small group of girls that sat with her, all except you. You were hardly paying attention to the bratty girl who you hardly considered a close friend of yours. You hung out with the clique at school, participated in most of the conversations, but you weren’t close enough with any of them to see them anywhere else besides during school. In fact, there were many times when you would sit or walk with them, but not be entirely there, this being one of them as you glanced at the boy across the lunch yard from you.

Arvin Russell, to many a quiet boy who made no difference in the course of their life, but to you, he was everything. You two were certainly a pair, nothing official in the eyes of others, but together you shared a connection so strong, you couldn’t imagine any sort of realistic future without him. You kept your relationship on the down low, preferring to meet up in private and only steal quick glances in public when others were around, especially your small girl crew. Even Arvin’s sister Lenora had no idea about you two, though she had her suspicions Arvin was with someone while he was out all evening doing what he played off as ‘studying’ or ‘partner work.’

Your secrecy wasn’t that you were ashamed of him, the complete opposite actually. The girls you hung around were considered quite popular in your small town high school, all stupid rich with the finest clothes and nothing, but the best cuisine for lunch (how they got such fancy food in a rural town was beyond you). From past drama, you also knew them to have a nasty habit of stealing one another’s partners, especially Betty who claimed she was better off alone, but had a different fling every month that she always ended up dumping. Though you weren’t completely sure, you knew that the news of your relationship with Arvin would put you both at risk of breaking up due to pressure and the chance for him to score someone better off than you, financially. Your insecurities had come up in conversation before with the boy you loved so dearly, but even after he had assured you that he would never do such a thing, you took no chances. Arvin was yours and you were forever his.

Your heart fluttered as you saw Arvin turn his head, meeting your stare as he grinned and winked at you. You blushed, hiding your smile by covering your mouth with your hand and subtly waving for him to turn back around in an attempt to get your head back into the conversation. You wouldn’t have succeeded if it weren’t for Ivy, another girl in the group who was seated next to you.

“Whatcha looking at y/n?”

You turned to her, eyes wide as you quickly regained composure and shrugged it off.

“Oh you know me! Always gawking off.” you awkwardly laughed, hoping to play it off. To your dismay, all the girls turned to look where you had been staring, seeing the back of Arvin’s hat covered head as he  obeyed your command to turn away, hiding his own grin.

“Hey, isn’t he that Russell boy?” one of the other girls asked, pointing him out. Your stomach dropped as conversation erupted around the boy who had your heart, something you definitely did not mean to happen.

“I hear he’s fucking his sister.”

“Oh don’t be silly Majorie! That boy couldn’t fuck a sock of he tried! He’s a virgin.”

“I don’t know about that. I’m betting you he has a whole six pack hidden under all that denim. Just look at those thighs!”

“You’re right. I bet he fucks better than half the actors in those rom-coms they keep coming out with.”

“None of those people are actually fucking, you idiot. That’s why it’s called acting.”

“Oh right, acting.”

You had heard enough. As if listening to them insult your beloved wasn’t enough to make you rage, the remarks they made about his body almost caused you to erupt. They were no better than the boys who harassed you all, sexualizing him in such a way, but you said nothing as you dusted off your skirt and packed up the rest of your lunch to leave. Betty, the unofficial ring leader, noticed as she perked up.

“Where ya going y/n?”

You smiled at her, hoping to not give away your anger.

“I just need to visit the ladies room before next period. I’ll see y’all later.”

“Do you want someone to go with you?” she offered, likely to send someone else instead of going herself. You shook your head. No way were you taking one of them with you.

“I’m alright thanks. Y’all can stay here and keep chatting, I don’t mind.”

Betty eyed you suspiciously, wondering what exactly you were hiding, but she didn’t voice her suspicions as she waved you off.

“Ok then, see ya.”

You walked back into the building and to your locker, spinning the lock dial to unlock it so you could put your lunch away and grab your books. As you opened the door, a folded piece of blue-lined paper fell from one of the aeration holes, fluttering down as it traveled to the floor, light as a feather. Once your hands were emptied, you bent over to pick it up and unfolded it. There were words written upon it, scribbled out in familiar handwriting that had you smiling at as you read through it.

Movie tonight? -A

You held it against your chest, closest to your heart as butterflies flew through your gut. You felt like flying right out of your shoes. As if it couldn’t get better, a voice sounded from behind you, low and slightly southern accented as the very person who wrote the note called out.

“So, what do ya say?” Arvin asked.

You turned around to find him stalking closer, noticing his hat slightly askew on his head as he neared you.

“I don’t know, that depends. Will there be … popcorn?” You asked, popping the p in a sultry tone and pausing for effect as you crossed your arms.

“Sure will.” he affirmed.

“And what about … soda?”

He leaned against the locker next to yours,  inches away as he smirked at you.

“All different kinds.”

You leaned against your open locker door, facing him as you wore your own smirk. You reached out to fix his hat, turning it so that it lay straight in his head as it should.

“But will there be … candy?”

He chuckled, reaching for the hand that you had used to fix his hat and entwining his fingers with yours.

“Why ya tryna be difficult darling? Of course there’d be candy.”

You giggled as he placed a chaste kiss on the back of your hand.

“We’ll in the case, I don’t see why I shouldn’t go.” you agreed, knowing both of you were very well aware that your answer would be yes all along. Arvin beamed at you.

“Great. I’ll pick ya up at 8:00 then and we’ll head over to the drive-in.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Arvin leaned in, looking into your eyes and down at your lips. You didn’t pull away as he planted a kiss on them, pulling away for a second before going back in to kiss you again, really kiss you as his lips met yours. You almost gave in, never having gotten over the indescribable feeling of kissing him, but you knew better than to let him do that in public. You pulled away and scrunched your eyebrows in disapproval, a habit you had that Arvin loved. He thought you were extremely cute.

“Arvin,” you scolded. “Not in public. You know that.”

He shrugged, sliding a hand up to your face to cup your cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

“I’m sorry darling. Couldn’t help myself. You’re just so goddamn gorgeous.”

You blushed, turning to look at the floor and you pulled from his grasp and turned to walk the other way, the direction of your next class. You hoped he hadn’t seen your cheeks redden, but you knew he had.

“Later.” you called back to him, turning to smile at him as he smirked at you.

“Later then. I’ll pick you up tonight.”

“Don’t be late.” you teased, in a warning tone.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He closed your locker door for you, turning the opposite directions to head to his own class.

As promised, Arvin picked you up on time, even a few minutes early to give you plenty of time to pick out your snacks. You held his hand the whole way there, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand, the car ride silent save for the light radio playing. You didn’t talk, but you were both perfectly happy. Comfortable in each other’s presence and thankful for one another.

Arvin found a nice parking spot near the back of the drive-in, making sure it was still in view of the movie screen and yet out of the way of the projector to avoid being illuminated by it.

After the sun had set and the cool darkness of the new night blew in, the movie began playing and you two watched the beginning. As the night went on, you had eaten through a third of your popcorn and drank most of your soda as Arvin snacked on a some candy, but your snacks were tossed aside halfway through the film as you two got less involved in the movie and more involved in each other, caught up in a heated kiss. You couldn’t exactly recall how it started, who initiated it, any of the details really. All you knew was that he smelled like the cologne you knew him to wear since the day you two met and he tasted like red vines.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, holding you closer to him as he had his own around your waist, supporting you so you could do just that. You felt sparks as your lips moved against one another, slow turning to passionate in mere moments. You felt his tongue against your lower lip, seeking entrance which you denied playfully, grinning against his mouth. Arvin moved one of his hands down and lightly pinched your bum, causing you to gasp in surprise and giving him the opportunity to explore your mouth as he wished. You gave in, pulling on the roots of his hair as payback while simultaneously never wanting the moment to end as you moved your tongue in sync with his. There were no leaders, no one followed the other. It was a bond, simple as that, a bond that you shared and you personally never wanted to break.

As the movie continued on, you found yourself moving more and more onto Arvin’s lap until you were straddling him, your hands tangled in his hair as he fondled with your bum, feeling you all over, anywhere he could reach. Your lungs burned as they longed for air, your breathing heavy as you and Arvin’s lips finally left each other’s. You looked at him through your lashes, you head tilted down as you sat a little higher above him than you would at your usual height, his lap giving you a small boost. He eyed you in front of him, breathing heavily as his left hand moved up your body to cup your face, his thumb tugging at your now puffy and red bottom lip. He leaned in closer, your noses touching as he mumbled against your lips.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You chuckled, nuzzling your nose against his. It was now that heat would have flushed out your cheeks, but they were already rosy from kissing him.

“No more sweet talk, Russell. Kiss me again.”

“I only said one thing.”

“Mmm, I know, but it was too much.”

You pecked his lips, ready for it to get as intense as it was again until Arvin smirked and pulled away, fake glaring at you after you rejected his compliment. You were the one who cupped his chin this time, smiling at him.

“Hey. You know I’m just joking.”

You leaned into him, resting your forehead against his as he helped adjust you so that you sat comfortably against him, his arms wrapping back around you.

“I love you Arvin Russell.” you confessed.

It wasn’t the first time, you had already said your firsts months ago, but the effect you had on him, especially when you said those words, it never wore off. It was the same for him. Those three little words and he would have you melting, effortlessly, every damn time. Like a weakness, they got you at your most vulnerable. He pecked your lips again, this time with a little more force, his lips lingering on yours for a little longer. He picked up his head to break it, only for a second as he told you sincerely, “I love you, y/n y/l/n.” and before you knew it, his lips were back on your and you started making out again, intertwined and not to be unwound until at least the end of the movie.

School the next day felt long, nothing out of the norm, but you didn’t like it regardless. Not when you could be away from it all in the passenger's side of Arvin’s car as he drove you two to your special picnic spot. But alas, you were stuck with your cliché girl clique, dreaming of a weekend picnic. You had to remember to tell Arvin.

After your morning classes, you walked with one of the girls, Ivy, to your usual lunch spot when you noticed the other girls weren’t sitting down at your table like they normally would be. Instead you were horrified to see them all gathered around a table that was the usual lunch spot of a certain someone. You were stunned as Ivy dragged you towards them, listening as you heard them giggle and flirt with your boyfriend. There was no way they could have known, no way they found out about him so easily.

“I love that hat on you, Arvin.”

“Whatcha eating for lunch Arvin? How’s the taste?”

“Been working loads, Arvin? Doing some heavy lifting? I can tell.”

As you neared you noticed Betty sipping on what appeared to be a drive-in bag of gummy peach rings, eyeing you with a conniving look. That’s when it hit you. They must have seen you together at the drive in, they had to. One little mistake and now the wolves were after your love.

To your surprise, as you joined the crowd, the girls welcomed you with giggles.

“Lovely to see you y/n.”

“Is your lunch as good as your dinner from last night, y/n?”

“Come say hi to Arvin y/n! I’m sure you two know each other.”

You were red in the face, angry as you eyed Arvin who looked at you worriedly and glared at the girls.

“Ladies, I think we should give poor Arvin some space.” you suggested, hoping they’d take the hint and scram. Betty shook her head and placed her candy down on the lunch table.

“But we’ve only just started talking to him. I haven’t even gotten a chance to show him my new cut.”

She crossed a line as she bent down, her elbows squeezing her chest together to make her cleavage more obvious as she gave Arvin a seductive look. Arvin shifted in his seat, uncomfortably.

“So Arvin, how ya like my new hair? I just got it done this morning, missed first period. Go on, you can touch it if you’d like.”

You couldn’t believe it as your eyes watered, close to tears as you almost cried. But luckily, Arvin noted the lack of respect of boundaries as he stood and rolled his eyes. He made his way through the crowd of girls, scoffing as he reached for you and pulled you to him by your shoulder.

“Now, I’ve been tryna be nice and listen to y’all, but I can’t take another word. If this is how you react when you find out a girl that’s supposed to be your friend has a boyfriend, then I don’t want her to be friends with y’all no more. I’ve had it! Ya hear?!” The girls backed away, from you and Arvin as he moved his hand to grip your waist, a subtle message that he was here for you. They all nodded.

“Good. Now me an’ my girl are gonna go enjoy our lunch without all this nonsense. I don’t want to see any of y’all come near her again.” he started to walk off with you, the girls still shocked, but before you left, he turned back to one of the girls.

“And Betty, you best take care of that rat's nest on your head cuz it ain’t doing no one any favors.”

Betty looked appalled as you turned away from her and laughed with your lover, waiting until you were far enough away from the crowd to thank him at what was your new lunch spot.

You should never have doubted him, his loyalty to you. He’d never leave you for money, he’d never leave you for anything. Girls with centuries of financial stability had offered them up to him in your very presence and he never questioned being with you for a second. There was no hesitation as he rejected them. You were his soulmate, his forever partner, his best friend and all you could think as you stared at him is that you couldn’t have asked for a better one to call yours.

“Thanks baby. I think they needed that.” you expressed your gratitude, reaching for Arvin’s hand. He took yours in his and squeezed it briefly, sending his love for you through his touch. “Anything for my girl.”

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Chapter One: Visitation

Prologue

Summary: You catch the eyes of three ghastly figures. If only you knew before it was too late.

Warnings: 18+, creepy behavior. Dark series with parts that will include rape/noncon as well as other explicit and violent triggers. Heavy religious themes. All parts will be tagged accordingly. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 981

“What came first, preacher? The sinner or their sin?”

“How long do you think you’ll be out there?”

Erica’s voice came out through hissed static in the receiver. You hoped the horrible reception was connected to the rain and constant overcast sky but, given the state of the rest of the town, you doubted there would be much improvement on a clear day. 

“I’ve got about two months of vacation saved up, but I don’t think I could be in this place longer than a couple weeks.”

“Oh, it can’t be that bad.”

“The deadbolt doesn't even work. It's stuck or something. So I'm screwed if some killer rolls through town. And the roads here aren't even roads, it’s all dirt and gravel. What's worse is that the closest Starbucks is forty minutes out of town.” 

“Oh yeah,” she laughed, “a place without a Starbucks is a far bigger crime than you not having a lock on your door. Heaven forbid you have to get a coffee anywhere else or, you know, make it yourself.”

You snorted, leaning against the old fridge. “I prefer to overpay for my bean water, thanks.” 

“Yeah, well, then you better get started on the house, huh? Unless you want to spend an arm and leg on gas for that piece of junk.”

“It’s not that bad —”

You cut off as you looked out the window to the beat up thing, surprised to find it wasn’t the last car on the gravel driveway. A decades old police car—older than even Grandpa's truck—with a singular red light stuck to the top sat behind it. A man wearing an equally outdated hat and a shirt tucked under his overhanging stomach was making his way up the gravel driveway towards the house. Was the town really that strapped for cash? As if he could feel your stare, his attention turned to the window. A smile pulled onto his face as he waved.

Erica’s annoyed “Hello?” brought you back to the phone you were clutching. Averting your eyes, you shifted out of the sight of the window.

“Sorry, I think I’m gonna have to call you back. Some cop showed up.”

Her annoyance vanished as she asked, “Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“No…no,” you said, despite the tightness crawling up your throat. Memories of one too many bad interactions with a cop stirring in your mind. “He seems…friendly.”

“I'm sure he’s a very friendly backwoods cop,” she said with a disbelieving snort. “Call me back when he’s gone, alright?”

“Yeah, I will,” you agreed, hearing the wooden steps creak outside. Ending the call after a quick goodbye, you waited until you heard two knocks echoing against the front door.

The cop was handsome. Older and overweight, sure, but undeniably handsome. His eyes must have been the cause of the overcast sky, the cerulean stolen by irises far too enchanting to belong to some small town cop. “Sorry to bother you, ma’am,” he said, tipping his hat. “The Reverend mentioned you got into town yesterday and I wanted to come by and pay my condolences.”

Reverend John hadn't mentioned anything about that to you. “Oh, thank you, um?”

“Sheriff Bodecker.” He held out his hand, one you were surprised to find freezing cold. “But a pretty thing like you can call me Lee.”

"Right, thank you, Lee."

"Your grandfather was a good man. Never caused no trouble, kept to himself." His playful smirk felt at odds with a man paying his respects for the departed. "Real shame he was all alone when it happened." 

You pulled your hand back from his, his handshake far too long and words far too harsh for his honeyed voice. "We'd been trying to get him to go to a nursing home closer to us," you rush out defensively. You had been trying to convince him. No one else in the family seemed to care that Grandpa had been getting to the age where he had trouble taking care of himself. By the state of the house, it had gotten worse since Dad had been around the year before. Or, more likely, Dad hadn't wanted to spend the money to get him the help he needed and downplayed how bad it was.

"Those old folks' homes are so impersonal. Like living at the hospital.” He adjusted his belt, eyeing you up in a way that made you pull your cardigan closed. “Though if the nurses were as pretty as you, suppose it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Right…” The interaction had taken a nosedive. Why were men such men? “Well, thanks for, um, stopping by. Appreciate it. But I’ve really gotta start getting this place sorted. There's a lot of stuff to do to go through."

He licked his lips. “You know if you need another pair of hands, I'm more than happy to help. A girl like you shouldn't have to do any heavy lifting.”

The cold fast food that had served as a poor replacement of breakfast bubbled unhappily in your stomach. Handsome as he may be, something felt off. Not quite right. “I'll keep that in mind,” you lied, grabbing the edge of the door, “but I’m just going through things for now.”

“Well, if you need anything at all, you can always give the Reverend a call. He'll get back to me faster than any dispatch I've seen..”

“Of course." The door already half-way shut before you called out, "Have a good day, sheriff.”

“You too ma’am,” he said, stepping back and tipping his hat again. "I look forward to seeing you again."

You stood at the door unmoving as you listened to his slow, retreating footsteps that crunched through the gravel. You waited for some sound of a creaking metal door. To hear an old engine roar to life. Tires against the rocks. Minutes passed and nothing. 

But when you peaked through the window, he was gone.

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