#lee russell x y/n

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Preoccupied

Lee Russell x Fem!Reader pt. 4

Summary: A plan is hatching, sure. You and Lee can't stay focused. What are you two thinking about?

Warnings: ***Sex, drunk sex, drunk driving is bad but don't lose the plot here, riding

Notes: I'm changing the plot and timeline and shit so it's more fun to read and so I don't rip off other writers!

Read part one here. // Part two here. // Part three here. // Part five here.

Monday morning pries through the window like the hands of a thief as it snatches away your blissful sleep before your alarm. You sit up in your bed and extend into a long, pleasant stretch. You pull your blanket around you and a certain lingering scent of cologne takes over your senses. You close your eyes and relive Friday night.

"Do you wanna come back to my place?" You're unsure what possessed you to be so bold. Lee raises his eyebrows, a sly smile spread across his lips. The car ride is full of palpable tension, you nearly chew your lip clean off. The second you two drunken fools step out of the car, his lips are on yours. Desperate hands cling to any part of your body he can grasp.

Lee pins you to the car, and soft moans escape from both of you as you move your heads in sync. You trip and fumble over each other as you make your way to the door, nearly entirely without breaking the kiss. You finally get the lock unhatched and burst through the front entrance of your home. You both stumble inside and finally, your faces separate, only to catch your breath. Lee stares at you, carefully studying the features of your face as if he's not sure if this is real or not.

You lead him to your bedroom and lightly shove him so he sits on the bed. He watches you with a buzzed grin, amazed by you. You plant another long, hungry kiss on his lips before lowering to your knees in front of him.

"Oh... Oh!" He's excited by your initiative, watching as your delicate hands unfasten his belt and work to free his still-swelling erection.

You blink yourself out of the memory when you hear your alarm go off.

"Oh, fuck!" you exclaim aloud, shaken from your blissful reminiscing. After silencing the alarm, you get ready for the day. Lee Russell consumed your every thought all morning. Something about your inability to know how that night ended for him makes you nervous to see him today. All you know is he was gone by Saturday morning when you woke up. You're not sure how to feel.

You park your car and release a stressed sigh. There's no getting around it. If last night was a drunken mistake for Lee, that's just something you have to accept and move on from. Preferably fast. You step in the door and greet the other staff as you pass by. Just as you're about to round the desk and take your seat, the young teacher from the other day approaches you.

"Hey, Y/N," he chimes, more familiar than you recall giving him permission to be.

"Hello, Mr. Hayden," you speak with a tone meant to hint at your disapproval of his overly friendly manner.

"Some of the teachers were talking and they said you got drinks with Gamby and Russell," he laughs. "I'm so sorry, that must've been hell." He's not wrong, you recall Dr. Brown pissing on a cop car.

"I happened to run into them there, yes. I left before they did, though. Thank you for your... Apology?" You knit your brow and attempt to disengage from the conversation.

"Well," Bill steps in front of you again, demanding your attention. "I just wanted to let you know, me and the other teachers do payday drinks every Friday. You're welcome to come. It might be a little better... Conversation wise." Mr. Hayden laughs at his own quip and you stare straight faced.

"That won't be necessary, Hayden. Ms. Y/L/N is in good hands." Lee appears from nowhere, slipping a long, nimble arm around your shoulder as he stands next to you. "Let's all get back to work, shall we? Bell's about to ring." He sassily bobs his head, staring daggers into Bill Hayden. The teacher glances at you and then back to Lee before rolling his eyes and heading to his classroom. The bell rings just a moment after he rounds the corner.

"Lee Russell, to the rescue." You smile up at him as he frees you from his close-knit grasp.

"Good morning, darlin'. You sleep well?" He tilts his head playfully, subtly looking for the answer in your eyes.

"Like a baby," you laugh, nervous from the way he's looking at you. He's fighting tooth and nail inside to keep his behavior professional, only because apparently Super Intendant Haas plans to make a surprise visit after Dr. Brown "mysteriously" put in her resignation letter after meeting with her early this morning by the train tracks.

"Don't look at me with those big doe eyes, sweetheart. You know Haas can't see me with an underling. We'll both get fired."

"An underling? Harsh. You were the one under me," you joke, quietly, taking your seat behind your desk. You lean forward, keeping your eyes locked with his, pushing your breasts together as you pull your blouse down to tease him. Lee's eyes widen for just a moment as he glances down to your chest.

"Keep it in your pants, Y/L/N. I'll make it worth your while." He winks before disappearing into his office. Behind that door, Lee closes the wide sets of blinds, closing off visibility inside his small, glass-walled office. In the dim light, he leans back in his chair, a distressed hand readjusting his pants as his mind drifts off to memories of the weekend.

Your large, shining eyes glare up at him from where you kneel with one gentle hand wrapped around his shaft. Your hand sits perfectly still and yet his breathing is still shuddered, just seeing you touch him like this. His eyes roll back as you begin to work your hand up and down with a firm grip. You smile, proud of the reaction you're getting. You take it a step further and lick a firm stripe up his length from base to tip.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," he groans, reaching a hand down to wrap a fist in your hair. You position your pouting lips at the tip of his cock, leaving gentle kisses before allowing him into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, occasionally taking a new position to take him deeper and deeper into your throat. He's well endowed, and tears prickle at your eyes as you push yourself to your limit trying to please him.

He holds the fist of of your hair firmly, forcing you into a rhythm of his choice. When he pushes you too far, you moan in protest against his skin. The vibration is enough to send him over the edge right then.

"Shhh, shhh," he whispers. "Can't believe this dirty little fuckin' mouth of yours." He throws his head back, basking in the warmth of your mouth for a few seconds longer before roughly pulling you away from him altogether. "Get on the bed, sweetheart."

A hard knock at Lee's office door returns him to reality. He's quick to grant entry to whoever waits outside and in walks Super Intendant Haas.

Back at your desk, you're on the phone with an inquiring parent and Gamby zooms past you.

"Shut the fuck up, Y/L/N, I'm in a meeting!" he says, lightning fast, as he beelines for Lee's office door. The three men have their meeting and you can't help but glance back at the closed blinds every so often, wondering what they're talking about. It's obvious to you that Belinda is done for, her entire reputation lies in the volatile hands of Lee Russell. So what could be going on behind that door?

When the three men finally emerge, all is quiet. Neal and Lee usher Haas to the door and bid him a pleasant farewell. You wait patiently for either of them to speak up as they approach your desk, but they're just grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, Y/N. Looks like our efforts weren't in vain-" Lee starts, but Gamby excitedly cuts him off.

"You're looking at your new principals." He says proudly.

"Principals? Like with an 's'?" You clarify, having never heard of an arrangement like this before.

"We're co-interim, temporarily." Lee leans against your desk. His favorite pastime. "He's gonna send some guys to 'keep an eye on things' until they appoint a new principal that isn't that sorry cunt, Dr. Brown."

"So it seems you two need babysitters, huh?" You laugh, teasing them. Just then, the doors open and Haas re-enters.

"Mr. Russell, Mr. Gamby. I need a moment." He leads the two men to the main office, luckily for you, you can hear into that office. It's muffled, but since the blinds are open, you're able to read their lips to make up for what's too quiet to hear.

Haas sits at the principal's desk and exhales a breath of stress. Gamby and Russell quickly take their seats and listen.

"Dr. Brown's situation is... Upsetting." Haas drones on.

"Oh, no..." You whisper, seemingly catching on before the Vice Principals.

"Belinda Brown has taken a job as the neighboring district's high school principal." The news hit the two idiotic men like a ton of bricks.

At the end of their meeting, Lee and Neal usher Super Intendant Haas to the door. They wave him off with reassuring smiles that drop the second he's out of sight.

"We are so fucked, Gamby!" Lee wails.

"Shut up!" Neal barks. "I just need time to think!" Both men beeline for the office. You follow them inside the large Principal's office and close the door behind you.

"What's the big deal? She's not your boss anymore." You ask, perplexed by all the drama.

"She's going to make our lives at North Jackson a living hell! You saw the way she maneuvered that ball game! We're fucked!"

"Calm the fuck down, Russell. We just need to convince her to move cities." Gamby starts working out a plot. "Maybe we head up in her neighborhood at night, fire off a few rounds to keep the property values low." He uses his hand to mimic shooting into the air.

"Mr. Gamby... No..." You place a friendly hand on his, reeling him back from that preposterous idea.

"It's not like Russell's helping us!"

"I am trying, motherfucker!" Lee falls silent again for just a moment. "She's a mom. She isn't gonna want to stay somewhere that doesn't feel safe for her kids."

"Okay, let's shoot at her kids."

"Gamby!" You and Lee both scold him at the same time, shutting him down yet again.

"Let's stage a robbery," you say as a light bulb illuminates above your head. "Get into her house, rough it up a little, and get out. What kind of mother would keep her kids in a neighborhood like that?"

Your two bosses consider your plan, weighing their options. You watch the rays of the sun shift through the multiple windows, time seems to be slowing down in this moment of intense stress.

"That might work," Lee mumbles, already seeming to calm down, relieved by this idea.

"You want us to break into her home? That's against the law." Gamby looks at both of you, disappointed.

"So is shooting at her fucking kids, numbnuts." Lee slings a stray piece of paper at Neal and he swats it away.

"Fuck you, I'm not robbing anybody." The morally confused man stands firm.

"We don't have to take anything, we just have to barely rough the place up and convince her it's not safe to raise a family here. Don't be a baby," you taunt playfully, but as usual, he can't seem to take it that way.

"I'm not being a baby. You're a fuckin' baby. Don't fucking- everybody just shut the fuck up! We'll get in, get out, and never speak of it again, alright?" Gamby essentially relays the exact same plan back to you. You roll your eyes, agreeing just to shut him up.

A few days later, that Friday, North Jackson is to have a game against Belinda's new school, Percival. She's always made it a point to attend every game her school plays, but she will definitely be attending this one.

"Tonight's the night, Y/N," Lee takes his perch, leaned against your desk.

"Tonight is the night, Mr. Russell." You nod sarcastically and charismatically.

"You sure you want to get entangled in all this extremely sexy danger?" He straightens his tie. You laugh at his joke, but mostly you're just happy to see him. Happy to talk to him.

"It was my idea, Lee." You laugh, furrowing your brows.

"And what a good idea it is, darlin'." He disappears to follow behind Gamby, making whatever rounds they've dubbed as their new duty since becoming Principals.

Through no fault of your own, your mind begins to wander. You desperately crave a redo of your night with Lee...

You do as he says, climbing into the bed and waiting patiently for him to undress you. He starts with your shirt, slipping it from your body and tossing it to the side. Next, he makes quick work of your bra, all the while pressing his lips against yours. His soft hands trail softly up and down your body, igniting goosebumps across the planes of your flesh. You moan under his touch and he's amazed to have this effect on you.

He finally removes your skirt and panties before tossing his own shirt to the side. For payday drinks, he's dressed casually. His long sleeve t-shirt that he'd kept rolled up to his elbows had you weak in your knees the first time you saw him in something other than his work clothes.

His jeans barely make it down his legs before you're physically pulling him onto you. He's standing against the bed with you perfectly lined up at the edge. His cock twitches with anticipation as he stares down at you completely splayed open for him to take. His mind is completely blown.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart," Lee whispers, buzzed with alcohol and lust.

"I want you, Lee. I want you to fuck-" That was all he needed. He slowly slides into you without warning. He's careful, drawing out his stride as he sinks deeper and deeper inside you. Loud, song-like moans pour from your lips as he begins to form a rhythm pumping in and out.

"God, you're so fucking tight," he grunts as he thrusts, tossing his head back as waves of intense pleasure wash over him with each slap of his skin against yours. "Like a fuckin vice grip." You grasp hopelessly at the blankets on your bed, pulling yourself forward so Lee can slam into you harder.

"Oh, god!" You wail, all of your senses magnified by the drinking. The feeling of his fingertips gripping your thigh as he fucks you feels almost as orgasmic as the fucking itself.

"Shh, baby. I know," he whispers with a sly grin, picking up his pace. You release a loud, whining moan before sitting up and pushing him away. He withdraws from you and you pull him onto the bed. Once he's positioned, you climb on top of him, straddling his waist. You rise on your knees and reach a hand down to his throbbing erection to guide it to your needy pussy.

Slowly, you lower yourself onto him, pleasure shooting through you like lightning bolts. You adjust your knees and begin lifting yourself up and down on his shaft. You place two hands on the wall in front of you, above his head, and arch your back to skillfully lift your ass and fuck your aching cunt against him.

Lee hooks his hands where your thighs meet your waist and pulls you so you slam down on him even harder with each thrust. Vulgar sounds of pure pleasure spill from his lips as you ride him to his climax. His mouth hangs slightly open, brandishing his brilliant teeth. His dark brown eyes roll backward for just a moment before he locks his grip on your hips, holding you in place as he fucks up into you at a rapid pace.

"Lee!" You cry, quickly approaching the point of no return. He doesn't let up, and you can't hold back the loud, desperate moans and wails as he fucks you through your high. Just as you're coming down, he slams into you hard. His strides become less than steady and then finally, he thrusts inside you to his hilt and stops. You feel his cock twitch inside you, warmth fills your cunt and spills out down his shaft. You look at him with fear and urgency as his cum drips out of you.

"You don't gotta worry about that with me." He winks, allowing his head to fall back into the pillows, still rock hard inside you.

"Ms. Y/L/N? Are you okay?" Mr. Hayden tears you from your steamy memory and you realize your face is beet-red.

"I'm fine, actually. It's hot up here. Allergies are terrible. I will fucking kill you if you ask me about it again."

"What did you just say?" The man knits his brows.

"I said I didn't really hear you, could you ask me that again?"

"I don't think that's what you said at all..." He walks away slowly.

(There will be one ((or two)) more parts! Coming soon!)

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Soothing

NSFW Begging!Lee Russell x Reader

Prompt: After a particularly long day at the school, Lee comes home wanting some reassurance from his wife. Lee is a desperate mess.

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You heard Lee slam the front door hard. Must've been a long day at work, he was getting home late. You were washing dishes, you had a plate made for him placed in the microwave. You heard the tap of his shoes on the floor, then the slam of his leather bag on the counter. You looked over your shoulder to see his furrowed eyebrows and puffed lips look around the room, his hand running down his temple. You focused back on the soapy water in front of you, "Glad you're home."

Lee sighed heavily. You knew he was frustrated. "Got you a plate made if-" "I'm not hungry," Lee cut you off, standing from the counter and heading towards your bedroom.

"Little touchy tonight," you thought.

You finished up the dishes, heading into the living room to snuggle up on the couch. You put on some old movie, absentmindedly watching it. Lee walked in changed into his pajamas for the night. He sat in his usual spot next to you on the couch, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you against him. You happily snuggled up with your husband, head on his shoulder.

Silently, you watched the movie together. You could see him poking towards his crotch with his pointer finger. You ignored him.

Lee grabbed your hand from your lap, placing it on his soft member. Heat flooded your body, immediate reaction to pull away slightly. "What's gotten into you, Lee?"

"Come on," Lee placed your hand back to its previous position. You smiled slightly, rubbing the member through his pajama pants. He huffed with the contact you were giving him, placing his lips against your ear. "Tell me it's big," he pleaded.

"What?" You were confused.

"Please, sweetheart. It is big, right? Just tell me," Lee's desperate tone had butterflies in your stomach. You wrapped your hand around his hardening member, tugging at it through his clothes. His breathing was loud in your ear, squeaks of begging falling from him.

"You have the biggest cock, Lee," you purred. A shaky breath fell from him, the smile on his face obvious from the sound. You turned your head to meet his lips. Tongue venturing into your mouth, hand cupping your cheek. "More," Lee spoke between kisses.

"Your cock stretches me perfectly. I've never had one as big as yours. You're the only one I ever needed," you seductively complimented him. His eyes were squinted shut as your hand played with him. A handful of "yes"s and "please"s fell from him as he arched his hips into your grasp. You began reaching down his pants, your hand finding the base of his cock. Lee whimpered when your skin made contact, eyebrows pushing together, mouth agape. You began stroking his shaft slowly. Lee was a mumbling mess in your hand. Hips bucking into your grip. One of his hands grabbed at your hair, looking for something to steady him out. He opened his eyes, looking into yours. His hazel eyes begged you for more, mouth hanging open unable to form words.

You pressed a kiss into his neck. Lee moaned when your teeth grazed his skin. You pulled his skin between your teeth, leaving a small purple mark.

"Fuck, yes. Please, Y/N, more. I need you so bad, please more," Lee swallowed hard, unable to catch his breath properly. You continued kissing at his neck, ignoring his request. Lee groaned as your fingers rubbed the throbbing tip of his cock, slick precum coating them. His hips shuddered. "Please, Y/N," he begged, a whimper on his tone, "Please, please, please. I need it, please. Tell me how big I am, show me, please."

Your face was completely flushed with arousal. Lee was a sweating, quivering mess in your hands. He was not normally one to beg. He was more desperate than he had ever been. It made you want to tease him even more.

You pulled down his pants, his cock springing out of them. You admired his swollen cock, leaking arousal. You crawled into the floor in front of him, spreading his legs apart to give yourself room. Lee's eyes stared at you, his legs shaking with anticipation. You kissed the base of his cock, Lee moaned loudly his head falling back onto the couch. You kissed up his entire length, tongue painting the leaking tip. "Oh, God," Lee swallowed.

You wrapped a hand around the base, lips still playing with the tip. You took him in your mouth, going down to meet your hand. Lee moaned louder than he had all night, your name a jumble of words on his lips. You sucked off him with a pop, "Cock's so big, I don't know if I will be able to take the whole thing in my mouth." Lee placed a hand in your hair, "Please, I need it. I want you to." You could not deny him.

You removed your hand, going all the way down on him. Nose resting against the bush of hair at his base, tongue flat against the underside. "Oh, FUCK. Yes, fuck," Lee chuckled with a sigh. You continued bobbing up and down on him, choking around him slightly. It was like music to his ears. Tears pricked in your eyes as you struggled to regulate air. "Please, Y/N. You feel so good, keep going please," Fingers completely tangled in your hair as he forced you down, bumping the back of your throat. The taste of his cock filled your mouth as he leaked more and more. You sucked off him, desperate to catch your breath, "So fucking big." Lee smiled, hands resting behind his head.

You stood to your feet, pulling your sleep shorts down. Lee eyeballed you as you revealed your nudity to him. Tongue parting his lips. You got onto his lap, rubbing your soaked opening up and down his hard cock. Lee moaned, hands gripping your hips with desperation. Lee stared at you with his jaw hung open. You crashed your lips into his as your continued grinding on him. Your tongue found its way into his mouth. Kissing in desperation, teeth clanking together.

"I love you and your fucking cock, Lee," you kissed him. Lee moaned, "I love you too, sweetheart." You leaned back, grabbing his cock at the base. Lee gasped feeling your hand wrap around him again. You guided the head of his cock to your throbbing clit, rubbing it in circles on your sensitivity. You threw your head back, moaning Lee's name. He stared at where your bodies met, wanting to fuck you more than anything.

"Please, fuck me, Y/N. I can't keep waiting, please, I need you," his fingers grazed yours at the base of his cock.

You lined him with your entrance, adjusting your hips to slide down on him. You took your time adjusting to him before fulling sinking in. You and Lee harmonized in moaning at the feeling. You looked up at your husband, who was desperately trying to find air. You crashed your lips back into his as you bounced up and down on his dick. Lee's arms wrapped around your back, sitting up so he could meet your thrusts. You moaned as he hit that spot deep inside you, "So fucking perfect, Lee." Lee kissed your neck as he snapped his hips into yours. The knot that had been building up inside you was begging to be unwound. Lee was hitting everything inside you perfectly, cock stretching you just right.

"G-Gonna cum, Y/N. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Keep going, darlin', please let me finish inside you. Please... goddammit," Lee whimpered in your ear. His thrusts fell out of rhythm with yours as he began searching his own high. Lee tightened his grip on you, biting down on your shoulder. You called out to him as you came undone around him. He shot ropes inside you, hips desperate in yours.

Heavy breaths filled the room. Lee's cock softened inside you. He kissed you softly, hand caressing your face. "I could stay like this all night, sweetheart," Lee uncharacteristically smiled softly at you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into him. His hands rubbed up and down your back, "Thank you."

"I'd do anything for you, Lee."

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~ Thank you for reading! This is my first time writing for Lee Russell so I hope you enjoyed it! I just started Season 2 of Vice Principals and I still love it. I will be more than happy to write more for Lee Russell if anyone has requests! If you want to be tagged in my future work let me know! ~

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His Little Dove | Chapter 1

The Plan

Warnings: cursing, slight age difference, innuendos, height difference, ummm calling people names, angst, i think i switched from second to third POV at a certain point so..bad/subpar writing is a warning lol, 18+ only, MDNI

Pairing: Lee Russell x Reader (AFAB)

Word Count: 2,123

A/N: it's finnniisshheeddd!! ugh i actually am so insanely proud of this chapter!! thank you so much to everyone who has been waiting to read this!! i'm genuinely so honored and am starting chapter two as we speak!! the comments and stuff really motivate me so much 🥹

 Following behind Lee and Neal, Y/N listened in on their conversation, a bit confused as to why you’d been invited. 

“Oh, Jesus Christ, the bloodbath begins,” Lee said around a mouth full of smoke, “She’s got me off my rocker, Gamby. We gotta act quick,” Lee adjusted his hold on his cigarette, “Now, she’s tied up in teacher reviews for the next 72 minutes. That gives us some time.” 

Y/N arched a brow. “Time to do what, Lee?” You questioned him, “Who exactly are we sabotaging?” Y/N knew the name of Lee’s game by now. 

“Oh, great, Russell, why did you invite her?! She’s not even familiar with the parameters of our plan!” Neal exclaimed, yanking his toothpick out from between his teeth, pausing in the middle of the school parking lot. 

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Gamby!” Lee whined, “Treat Y/N with a little respect! Ohhh, Y/N, darlin’, I’m so sorry for this fat fuckin’ losers disrespect, please just ignore him, okay, pretty bird?” Lee gave you a sickeningly sweet smile before turning back to Neal with a disgruntled look, “Loosen the fuck up or I will do this shit on my own motherfucker. Now, let’s go dig up some dirt on that grimy bitch.” 

Neal scoffed but followed after Lee begrudgingly, Y/N speeding up her steps to keep up. 

You had no idea WHO you were sabotaging but you weren’t one to say no to Lee. You never said no to Lee Russell. And you absolutely never fucking would. 

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The three of them rolled up on a house that Y/N knew all too well. Lee’s house. This did little to lessen your confusion but you trusted Lee. 

“Is this where she lives? What a shit-hole.” Neal chuckled. 

Y/N snorted as Lee ripped off his sunglasses. 

“This is my house, motherfucker! It’s a mid-century sea ranch!” Lee yelled, huffing a sigh before continuing, “Now, stay here, I gotta go get somethin’.” Lee got out of the car and strutted towards his front door. 

“You should go easier on him, Neal. Really.” Y/N said, crossing her arms, leaning back into her seat. 

“Oh shut up, Y/N! God! Stop being so pretentious.” Neal groaned, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. 

Y/N looked over as Lee was followed out of the house by his screaming mother-in-law, Mi Cha, looking stressed to the heavens. 

“Shut up! Shut up! All I hear is gibberish from you, shut up! Go back in the house!” Lee yelled before turning to walk towards the car, “Like nails on a fuckin’ chalkboard.” He groaned, stopping when he got to the car, closing his eyes in frustration as the woman kept screaming, “GO BACK IN THE HOUSE!!!” He yelled louder this time, pointing angrily at the open door. 

“FUCK YOU!” Mi Cha yelled, finally walking back inside. 

Lee grunted as he got back inside the car, a noise that made the butterflies in the pit of your stomach stir, shoving a bag into the back of the car into your lap. 

“Y/N, would you be a dear and hold this?” Lee smiled at Y/N, always being so sweet with her, even if he was out of breath. His smile dropped, however, the minute he turned towards Neal. “Go.” Lee demanded.

“Everything okay?” Neal questioned. 

“Just go.” Lee sighed, leaning heavily into the passenger seat. 

Y/N’s heart hurt for Lee. He was always under so much stress. Ever since his mother-in-law moved in, he had not been doing so well. He’d been a bit…wilder than usual. Always wanting to get into something scandalous or cause some sort of raucous to relieve his stress. Was it always the best solution? No. No it wasn’t. But, Y/N wasn’t going to deny Lee any sort of stress relief…even if it did mean they’d have to cover for him. 

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Neal cleared his throat as the three of them continued their journey to wherever it was that they were going. 

“So, uh, was that woman your wife?” Neal asked, looking over at Lee nervously. 

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle slightly. 

Lee looked at him completely disgusted. “Don’t be asking me personal questions. We ain’t fuckin’ friends, okay? This is business.” Lee scoffed. 

“Leeee..” Y/N said quietly, leaning up slightly to rest their hand on Lee’s shoulder, “Breathe.” Y/N massaged his shoulder, trying to help him relax. 

Lee relaxed a little into Y/N’s touch, taking a deep breath. Y/N was really the only one to have this sort of effect on Lee. She could calm him in almost any and all situations unless he was really, really stressed. 

“Friends?” Neal laughed, “I am not trying to be your friend.” 

“Over here tryin’ to make a fuckin’ friend and we about to do a mission.” Lee scoffed, leaning back into Y/N’s touch even further. 

Neal looked between the two of them with a raised brow, “You’re the one trying to make friends the most.” Neal challenged. 

Lee sighed, slipping his sunglasses back onto his nose. “Just shut up, Gamby, god!” 

Y/N shook her head at the two of them, pulling her hand off of Lee to sit back once more. 

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The group of them rolled to a stop in a very well-off looking neighborhood. 

“Who are we here for, Lee?” Y/N questioned, peering out the window of the car. 

“Dr. Brown’s deep, dark secrets.” Lee smiled mischievously, chewing on his bottom lip. 

“Belinda?! Lee…honey, I need you to bring yourself back to earth for a moment. You know I support you in all that you do but this is a suicide mission, sweetheart.” Y/N told him sweetly, sighing a little. She knew this man was up to something scandalous. 

“Don’t start, Y/N. God, you both just really wanna piss on my parade, don’t you? Maybe you two should be fuckin’ butt buddies and I’ll do the work that fuckin’ matters.” Lee grumbled, getting out of the car. 

Y/N sighed, following after him while Neal awkwardly stayed in the car. 

“Lee, sweetheart, you know it’s not like that at all!” Y/N said, walking over to place a hand on his back, “Don’t get all grumpy with me like that, it hurts my feelings, doll.” Y/N frowned up at him. 

Lee scanned Y/N’s face with his famous sad puppy dog eyes before letting out a frustrated sigh. “Alright fine, fuck!” He exclaimed, looking down at his feet, “I’m sorry, okay? There I said it. Now, come help me take this dirty bitch to hell?” Lee looked at Y/N with a cute smile, batting his lashes at her. 

Y/N closed her eyes. “I’m gonna regret this..but fine. I’d do anything for you.” Y/N muttered, shaking her head. 

“Are you two weirdos finished? We’re running out of fucking time!” Neal grumbled as he stomped over to them. 

Lee rolled his eyes, grabbing Y/N’s hand to drag her towards Dr. Brown’s house. “Shut up, Gamby!” 

The three of them shortly arrived at Belinda’s house where Neal and Lee began digging their way through the woman’s garbage. 

“Ugh,” Y/N gave them a disgusted look, “Lee, I love you, but that is fucking repulsive.” 

“Oh, please, just pretend I’m digging in your ass, that’ll make the picture a whole lot prettier.” Lee winked at Y/N with a smirk.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, heat rapidly rising to her cheeks. “Lee fucking Russell, do not say that shit to me,” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, feeling sheepish. 

“Don’t pretend like you don’t love it when I talk dirty to you, darlin’.” Lee’s smile grew as he took in her red appearance. 

“So..uh..I’m confused, are you two like..dating..or..?” Neal questioned, watching the pair with an expressionless face. 

“NO!” Y/N said much too quickly before steadying herself, “No, we’re just friends. Lee just doesn’t know how to shut the fuck up.” She grumbled. 

Lee placed an offended hand on his chest. “That no was a little too quick for my liking. What? Am I not good enough for you little miss honors English teacher? Huh? Not good enough for the little straight A, fuckin’ teacher of the goddamn year?!” Lee scoffed, his brows narrowed slightly. He looked genuinely hurt by her rushed response. 

“You’re fucking married, Lee!” Y/N yelled at him, eyes wide, “Why the fuck would I ever agree to someone asking if we’re dating, idiot?!” 

“Oh, don’t you start callin’ me fuckin’ names now, missy!” Lee pointed an accusing finger at her, scrunching his face up the way he does when he’s upset about something. 

“Right. Okay um, it seems like you two have a lot to work out and I really don’t care to hear the rest of this conversation because you’re both fucking stupid and I don’t care about either of you.” Neal ranted awkwardly before walking towards Belinda’s steps.

Y/N and Lee rolled their eyes at each other, following after Neal. 

“Oh..there’s no fucking way we’re breaking in here!” Y/N scolded, giving Lee a disapproving look. 

Lee shrugged, shooing Neal towards the door. 

Neal popped off his tie, wrapped it around his hand, and busted open one of the windows on the back door before sticking his hand through to pop the lock. 

“Jesus Christ,” Y/N muttered, shaking her head. She pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh, “what are y’all getting me into?” 

“Oh shush.” Lee scolded, waltzing into Belinda’s house behind Neal. 

Y/N followed close behind. “Lee, we should not be doing this. You’re smarter than this.” 

Lee stopped and turned around to give her a cold gaze. “Am I, Y/N? Hm?” He challenged, walking towards her dangerously slow, “You don’t really know me all that well, do you?” He smirked, standing so close to her she could feel his breath fanning her face. 

Y/N gulped, trembling slightly as she peered up at him. “Stop it,” She said quietly, looking away from him, “You always fucking tease me and it’s not fucking fair, Lee, jesus.” She snapped, immediately turning and walking back out the door. 

Lee chased after her, grabbing her by her elbow. “Hey now. What's the matter with you?! Where the fuck are you going?” 

“Back to my fucking job, Lee. I am not doing this. Belinda hasn’t done shit to me. Look…I love you, Lee, I really do. You’re my best friend but this job is my fucking life. But you wouldn’t get that, would you? Because you’ve got fucking everything. You’re married, you’ve got a beautiful home, a nice car.” Y/N took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She was overwhelmed with her feelings. His teasing usually never bothered her but today...today was different for some reason. She just couldn't go through with this any longer. “I understand why you’re doing this..and I want to help you, Lee, believe me, I do. But I can’t lose this job.” Y/N finally looked up at him, almost taken aback by the sincere look on his face. 

“Go,” He said, softly, “I’ll meet you back at the school..okay? For lunch. Like always.” Lee held out his pinky. It was their tradition to link pinkies when making plans as a promise to not let each other down. 

Y/N nodded, curling her smaller pinky around his larger one. “Like always.” She pulled her hand away, starting her journey back to the school on foot. It wasn’t far, she wouldn’t have any trouble getting there but leaving Lee behind like that when he had been counting on her to help him really broke her heart. But she couldn’t lose this job. It was all she had that kept her connected to Lee and she’d be the first to go if anyone found out about this scheme. She couldn’t risk it - couldn’t risk her livelihood and her job. Lee was everything to her. Everything. Lee was and always will be her livelihood. 

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Back at Belinda’s, Lee walked back into the house with a determined look on his face, now upset that his one and only friend bailed on him. 

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” Neal said while scanning the wall of Belinda’s photos.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, Gamby?” Lee said pissily, narrowing his brows at him. 

“That girl loves you..and you’re just blind to it..I’m not good with women but you shouldn’t use her the way you do.” Neal shrugged. 

“Shut the fuck up, you ass face, you have no fucking idea what you’re even talkin’ about.” Lee scoffed, stomping off up the stairs of Belinda’s house. 

That couldn’t be right, could it? Could you really love him in that way? 

‘No,’ Lee thought, shaking his head, ‘There’s no way…right?’ 

Right? 

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[goo-goo-for-goggins]

Joy Ride

Lee Russell x fem!reader

Warnings: MDNI! PWP, dirty talk, pet names, no use of Y/N, degradation, begging, unprotected sex, creampie; this is literally just smut lol

first time writing in this fandom, not proofread! I just needed to get this out of my brain lol so the ending kinda sucks but just roll with it 😉

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You hate his smug face and his asshole attitude, but regardless, you still find yourself back at his place. The house is a blur as Lee leads you to his bedroom. The hot, biting kisses he drags down your neck on the way there makes slick pool in the gusset of your panties. 

“Oh, sweetheart, is this all for me?”

His shit eating grin widens when you gasp— his fingers sliding up your skirt to cup your hot mound.

“Fuck off,” you bite out through clenched teeth, eyes fluttering as he slowly pets your pussy through your soaked panties. 

“No can do,” he murmurs, hazel eyes flicking up to watch your expression. “‘sides, this sweet little pussy is just dripping for attention.”

Whining in the back of your throat, your hips rock forward when he slips his hand past the band of your underwear to drag his fingers through your wet folds. Reaching up, you grab onto his shoulders to keep grounded. 

“I hate you so much,” you pant.

“You might, darlin’,” Lee smirks, fingers circling your swollen clit, “but this fat cunt sure don’t seem to. Look at her, she’s gushing for me.”

More slick leaks down your thighs as he teases your pudgy bud. Your nails sink into his shoulders in retaliation, and he only laughs. 

“Always bitchin’ at me like you ain’t fucking gagging for my dick,” he coos. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

You shake your head no in reply, and he presses you down onto the bed. Your skirt pools at your waist when Lee rucks it up, showing off how wet your panties have become. Without any preamble, he hurriedly undresses you, tossing your clothes aside until you’re completely naked. 

“Well, the cat may have got your tongue, but this pretty kitty’s ‘bout to get mine,” he chuckles and kneels down.

You moan softly as he licks a broad stripe up your slit. With another smirk, he kisses across your cunt to bite at the crease of your thigh. Hissing, you glare down at him, an insult on the tip of your tongue, when he buries his face in your glistening pussy, making you toss your head back with a cry. 

“Where’s your smart mouth now, slut?” He murmurs against your clit, tongue slowly circling the soft bundle of nerves. 

“Oh, s-shut up,” you moan, hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. 

He grunts and licks up the slick leaking down your thighs before nuzzling your cunt to lap at your hole. 

“Taste so good,” his muffled voice causes vibrations that make your toes curl. “Mmm, could eat your needy pussy all day.”

“Lee, please,” you hump against his mouth, eyes locked on his blown out gaze.

He hums, and the vibrations make your clit throb—more slick dripping onto his tongue. The thick muscle slides in and out of your hole before he licks his way back up to your clit, softly sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. Your thighs tremble as his tongue swirls around your pudgy clit before sucking it gently. 

“So good,” you whimper, thighs falling open as far as they can go. “Lee, please.”

Spearing his tongue, he fucks your pussy until sloppy, wet sounds fill the room. With his hands grabbing underneath your knees, he shoves your legs up to your chest. Pulling back, you moan as he spits on your cunt, followed by him burying his face against your soaked pussy. His rough stubble makes you whine and pant while he licks and sucks at your pussy. 

“So fuckin’ wet,” he smirks, pulling back to finally shed himself of the rest of his clothes. 

He strokes his cock to take the edge off, and your mouth waters at the precum beading at the tip. With a groan, he notches the tip against your hole and glides the fat head up to smack against your clit. He presses his hips flush against you, and you whine from the feel of the blood hot skin of his cock pulsing against your pussy. 

“Gonna ask me nicely?” He slaps his cock against your cunt, the wet plap plap plap driving you wild. 

“Look how deep I’m gonna be in this slutty pussy,” his voice murmurs low, conspiratorially, making your nipples ache.

He uses his thumb to press his tip down against your skin as your bleary eyes take in how far his cock will be inside your wet cunt. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whine. 

With a mean chuckle, he glides his cock along your pussy, sliding across your pudgy bud to grind the head against your sensitive clit until you’re whining—dripping more slick onto his sheets. Pressing his cock into your pussy, he laughs as you moan loudly. 

“Let me in, sweetheart,” he coos mockingly.

Leering down at you, he rocks his cock another inch into your clenching hole. 

“Pussy’s so tight, honey,” his condescending tone only makes you wetter. “Almost like you don’t even want it.”

“I-I can take it,” your voice hitches, and it makes him smile all sugar sweet. 

“I bet you can, but I’m gonna make damn sure it does.”

Your walls clench down on his dick, making his hips stutter. His eyes darken, pupils swallowing up the hazel, and he pulls completely out. 

“How about we make it a little easier, hmm?”

Not letting you answer, he flips you over onto your stomach, one palm pressing down in the middle of your back and the other gripping your hip to raise your ass up. Sliding his dick in, he bottoms out with a loud groan as you claw at the bed. 

Gasping, you press your ass backwards, working more of Lee’s thick cock into your dripping pussy. 

“Hurts,” you slur, nails digging into the plush sheets, “it’s too deep.”

He growls and buries his cock to the hilt inside your cunt, making you cry out from the sudden stretch. Your walls clamp and pulse around his dick while you catch your breath.

“Yeah?” he whispers into your ear, making you shiver all over. “Thought you could take it? C’mon, darlin’, where’s that fucking attitude now?”

“Lee,” you whimper, pussy walls fluttering around his thick length as he slowly ruts into you.

“Goddamn,” he moans, “who knew all you needed was me pounding this soft pussy t’get you to shut your fucking mouth.”

He groans and pulls halfway out before bullying his dick back into your sopping wet hole. 

“Fuck,” he bites your shoulder, teeth digging into your skin, “tight fucking pussy. Made for me, ain’t ya, honey?”

“Uh huh,” you gasp out, voice raspy as Lee pounds your cunt hard enough that your thighs shake. 

Shuddering, your body arches back like a cat in heat as Lee keeps thrusting his cock right against your g-spot. You squeal at the pleasure-pain when the head of his cock kisses your cervix, drool spilling from your lips as you heave in shaky breaths.

“Too deep, Lee,” you whine, tears beading your lash line. “S’too much.”

“Think you like how it hurts,” he murmurs in your ear. “You like how deep I can reach inside your wet cunt. Fuck, your slutty pussy’s gripping me so fucking tight.”

Your eyes roll back as your walls flutter around his throbbing cock, feeling cockdrunk while he grinds against your cervix, making your pussy squeeze him tighter and tighter. 

“Wanna cum,” you whine, tears beading your lash line. “Lee, please.”

“Aww, y’need me to make you cum?” He spanks your ass, making you clench down on him. “I’ve gotta do everything for you, huh? Poor thing. Well, if you ask me real sweet, I might help you out.”

“Please, Lee,” you whimper, completely swept up by the building arousal pooling in your core. “Fuck, please, make me cum, w’nna cum so bad.”

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls your back to his chest. You move your hands behind you both to clasp together behind Lee’s neck, body arching and allowing him to fuck your pussy even deeper. Your fingertips brush against his hair and he sighs. 

“You can do better than that,” he nips your ear, dragging one hand up to loosely wrap his long fingers around your neck as his other hand hovers over your clit. “Beg for it, you little slut.”

“Please, please, please,” you chant under your breath, walls sucking his dick back in every time he tries to pull away. 

He groans, fingers teasing across your slippery clit. Your pussy clamps down on his dick while he softly rubs the bundle of nerves.

“Can be such a good girl when you wanna be, huh?” His lips brush the shell of your ear while he squeezes your throat. 

He continues to rub your swollen clit until you’re digging your nails into his neck, whimpering while you cum all over his cock, orgasm making your brain complete mush. Ears ringing so loud, you don’t even hear as Lee curses against your neck, hips snapping against your ass before burying his cock deep in your spasming pussy. 

You moan brokenly as Lee pumps his cock inside your pulsing walls, using your pussy to milk rope after rope of thick cum until it’s dripping down your thighs. 

“So good for me,” he groans, hands smoothing over your sides and back, easing you down into the mussed sheets. “So fucking perfect, darlin’.”

You sigh, tired yet pleased, as Lee shifts until you’re both able to lay on your sides comfortably, hands skimming over your body. 

“Feels nice,” you mumble, eyes half lidded as you relax further into the pillow.

He hums, pulling up the sheets while you both relax in the afterglow. 

[megangovier]

Off Bounds

pairing: Lee Russell x fem reader

Word counter: 837

No use of y/n

Summary: While grading papers, Lee comes across your work book and finds something concering at the back of it. It was thoughts about him that was deemed inappropriate for a student. In one lesson, Mr Russell pulls you out and questions you.

Cw: Fluff // Awkwardness // age gap (19,30s) // kissing // unholy thoughts // mdni

Mr. Lee Russell was your teacher in a few classes you had, some days he would take over if a teacher was sick as a substitute. He was helpful and could be funny at times, always making the class erupt in laughter. The thing was is that you were a student who had a weird crush on him, you didn't know what is was about him. The accent? The humour? you didn't know, but every time you saw him, your heart would race and heat would crawl up your face. One day in the library, he was on the ladder looking for a book. Removing your eyes from what you were reading, looking at Mr Russell, something throbbed between your legs.

It was wrong and you knew it, to look at a teacher like that but you couldn't help it. He was wearing this white shirt, glasses and tight trousers. He looked gorgeous, his eyes always made you melt. How could someone be so handsome and beautiful at the same time? getting back to the book, you dragged your work out the bag and started to write thoughts down. After finding the book he wanted, his eyes traveled down to you, smiling at how hard you were working Russell headed back to his office.

The bell had rung for lesson, packing everything inside you slip your bag on your shoulder and head to class. As you entered you sat down where you normally sat, Infront of the teacher's desk. As Mr Russell walked in, all eyes were on him. This class was known to be well behaved and listened thoroughly to his words, as he started class your mind was somewhere else. Focusing on his voice, you were also wondering what he can also talk you through, a grin slipped on your face making Mr Russell stop and glare at you.

"what's so funny miss?" Russell said.

Heat crawling up your neck and face, sliding down your chair in embarrassment "Nothing's funny sir, sorry, it won't happen again" frustration in his eyes. Something about angry Russell made you feel things that were unholy. The way his jaw clenched, or the veins in his hands when they grabbed something. Fuck, you wanted one around your throat now and then. You hated yourself for thinking this way about him, you knew this was off bounds.

End of class...

"Right everyone, that's the end of lesson, would you please give me your work books so I could grade them and see how well you did on your essays" putting your book on the pile, you head off before he could say anything to you.

Sitting back down, he started to grade papers after everyone had left to head home. As he was finishing up grading your paper in your book he had flipped to the last two page. As he was looking through something on the very last page it caught his eye. Turning the page over his eyes widened and face reddened, it was paragraphs of dirty things about your own teacher. Embarrassment washed over him, how could one of his students say this about him. He had to ask you a few questions the next day.

Next morning...

As you headed into class, with a smile on your face Mr Russell came up to you and asked if he could chat to you in private to talk about your work. Shrugging your shoulders, nodding your head "Sure". Walking into his office, he closed the door. Itching his neck, looking at you sternly "do you have anything to say to me?". A confused look washed over your face "oh don't you dare pretend to not know what I'm on about" grabbing your book out the pile your hands started to sweat.

Sitting at the corner of the desk, opening the book to the last page with a smug look on his face, showing you the paragraphs. "Do you think this is appropriate miss, talking about your teacher like that in grave detail?" Eyes prickled with tears, speechless you couldn't do anything but stand and take it. "Did you make this up, like those fics on your Tumblr page huh?" Eyes widen.

As you backed away from him, he got up and slowly walked towards you with dilated eyes. Bumping into the wall, his hands still holding your book "Look, I'm very flattered, but it cant happen" looking down at his hands, god you wanted one of them around your throat. "Eyes are up here sweetheart". Looking down at them again, a sigh left his lips. "why do you keep looking at my hands?" Eyes shoot up to the ceiling "well, I think they're nice to look at."

A smirk fell on his face, looking down in shame. Russell grabbed your chin to make you look at him "look, people can't help who they have a crush on, I understand that, but I'm your teacher and older enough to be your dad, this can't happ- soft lips attacks his passionately.

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ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Lee Bodecker x Reader (pt 1)

Summary: Lee knows he’s a bad man. It only makes it easier doing bad things to make her his good girl. 18+ minors scurry off!!

Warnings: Dark Lee, Stalking, toxic relationships, age gap (reader 20, lee 40s), southern people (yes it’s a warning), mentions of death. Future smut: daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, spit kink

Lee knew he wasn’t a good man, but he had to pretend to be. Some knew of his dirty deeds, most didn’t but you…..it was as if you could see through his perfectly crafted image. As if those Bambi eyes saw into his guilty soul. Maybe you couldn’t see the bad man in him. Maybe he was just paranoid at the possibility of scaring you away. Either way though, Lee wanted you.

He wanted to hear your pretty laugh, he wanted your perfect baking, and he wanted to see you fall apart for him. You were always so sweet and graceful. Almost swanlike. But Lee desperately wanted to see your pretty eyes spill with tears of pleasure. Tears that he caused. See your cute mouth struggle to find words as he forces orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body.

Lee knew pretty things like you didn’t last long in knockemstiff, women either raising babies, workin’ the street, or found dead. He wondered what you’d look like as his little housewife. You standing at the door with his meal ready and a baby in your belly, though something about your focus being on a child rubbed him the wrong way. No, Lee knew you were meant for more than the three types of women that this town allowed. No babies, no men ready to pay, and definitely not dead in an unsolved case file.

No, you were meant to be his. His to love, his to fuck, and his to spoil. Lee may not be a good man but you, one way or another, were gonna be his good girl.

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- “is there a reason you’re blushin’ like that?” Sandy had questioned in an attempt to draw you out of your dreamy haze. - “just hot is all San” you lied. No truth was you found yourself eyeing your coworker and friends older brother. Way older.

Lee often came into the dinner on Thursday, always an hour after closing, but today he was thirty minutes late. You’d felt disappointed thinking he wouldn’t come in tonight until you heard the little ding from the door and his heavy sigh. Immediately you felt relaxed, as if all worry had left as soon as those blue eyes connected with yours.

Yes you’d had a little crush on the older man for reasons you couldn’t understand. Aunt Gill said the law of this town was corrupt and had always wanted you to stay away from the politics surrounding it, always telling you of how those men payed good money and even killed just for a little taste of power. Why would anyone kill for any kinda position in this town? Though even with her warnings you couldn’t look away. What if he was an exception? He rarely ever smiled but he always spoke to you with more respect than any other man and he tipped well too.

You watched as he made his way to his usual spot, you already cutting a piece of his favorite cherry pie. - “ just take Lee his pie and head home, girly. Don’t want ya to be late for Arvin tomorrow” Sandy said with a wink.

Oh. Oh yeah, Arvin. You’d been so consumed with what could possibly have kept Lee busy that you’d completely forgotten about your plans with Arvin tomorrow. He was a sweet boy who’d shown interest in your for a while now and he was actually your age, so when he’d nervously asked you on a date, of course you said yes.

You brushed off your hands onto the apron around your waist as you made your way over to Lee as a nervous quirk.

- “ Evening’ Sheriff. I’m glad you could still make it tonight” you said with a little smile. Genuinely happy to see him.

God that angelic smile almost broke Lee right there. - “ Sorry angel, got held back with a case. Preacher was found shot dead.”

Lee didn’t often tell you the dark things he worked with. He didn’t want to hurt your little heart…but sometimes he found a sick joy in seeing your babydoll eyes widen with fear. Fear of the dark world surrounding you. Lee wouldn’t let that world hurt you, no he did everything in his power to keep that darkness out, with the exception of himself.

- “oh gosh, Sheriff. The pie ain’t good enough for you to come by after something as exhausting as that!”

The pie? Surely you didn’t think he came here every day for the pie you didn’t even make? - “what makes you think i come here for the pie, babydoll?” Lee smirked as he watched your face heat up at his tone.

- “I-I just figured….figured ya know cause Sandy m-makes the pie and ya know…” he watched you mumble as you played with the hem of your uniform. Cute he thought. So fucking cute.

- “no, sweetheart. Gotta make sure my sis is treating my best girl right, don’t i?”

Your swear you heart beat broke some kind of record at his comment. You weren’t sure what to say but you knew you wanted him to continue.

- “ Lee let the girl go home!” His sister shouted as she made her way around the counter. - “you’ve kept her long enough. Y/n, honey you head home now, alright?” Sandy said as she handed you your little bag, almost pushing you out the door.

- “o-oh of course. Good night San. Good night Sheriff!” You called as you made your way out but not without hearing him say a ‘goodnight babydoll’ back.

You found yourself thinking about his comment the whole walk home and even into the night.

His best girl.

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- “you stay away from that girl, Lee.” His sister hissed with a finger pointed in his direction. - “ she’s got a good life ahead of her and she doesn’t need your issues gettin’ In the way.”

- “my issues” he scoffed. “My issue is the fact that rumor says my sister is out there whorin’ around! I don’t need you fuckin’ up this election for me Sandy.” He said standing up obviously pissed at her mentioning you.

- “their just rumors lee…and of course you’d bring that up when we’re talking about you. You’ve been drinkin’ again haven’t you? That why you’re obsessed with this girl?” She pushed.

- “ M’not obsessed. She’s sweet and why can’t I be interested in her? I deserve a life outside of pickin’ up your messes, Sandy!”

Sandy loved her brother. But she knew. She knew of his control issues. She knew of his drives past your little house and that he only showed up to the diner on nights you worked.

- “Well it doesn’t matter what you think you deserve when it comes to her Lee. You know why? Cause shes got a date with that Russell boy tomorrow. So you stay away and let her live free from your bullshit” Sandy snarled as she poked his chest.

Lee saw red. Arvin Russel? She thought he was more fucked up than that kid? Hell he figured the man behind the murder of that shifty preacher was Arvin. Like hell he’d let his angel go on a date with that kid. Lee was sure that kid wouldn’t even know how to please you right. He wouldn’t treat you like a princess and definitely wouldn’t make you cum as hard as he could.

Lee knew his sister and Arvin were just obstacles in his way. They wouldn’t be able to stop him from making you his.

- “ go home lee. It’s way past closing and I’m tired” Sandy mumbled as she pulled at her face.

- “Fine…just keep whatever shit you’re doin’…just keep it down. This rumor is the last thing I need.” He said as he laid down her change.

Lee made his way out to his car, still seething at the thought of his girl going out with someone who wasn’t him. He’d make his usual stop by your house tonight, make sure his angel was okay and safe even if he was slightly frustrated with your stupid decision.

No this is my fault.

If he’d have just claimed you as his already than this wouldn’t have happened. But he needed things to be perfect. He needed to get past this election and get Sandy off his back. Then you’d be his. His to love, his to fuck, and his to spoil. You’d be his, and only his. You be his perfect good little girl.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

- “Darlin’ here please take my jacket” Arvin pleaded. You were shaking like a leaf and it was killing him. -“ you’ll get sick and I’ll no choice but to nurse you myself”

Arvin taking care of you didn’t sound too bad. He’d been nothing but a gentleman so far. You’d wanted something simple, so you both had decided on getting some shakes. Well…something simple just wasn’t enough as the two of you had ended up getting lost in conversation. He told you about his mother and father and you told him about your life in the city. - “I don’t think that stigma is true ya know? Of city girls bein’ hard to please. You’re truly the sweetest thing I’ve ever met y/n.”

Hard to please.

- “I think you’re a real sweetheart too, Arvin.” You’d said and meant it. You enjoyed your time with the boy but couldn’t shake off that he was hiding something. He had a harsh life, his father had exposed him to traumatic things early on and with his Sisters passing recently, you bet you’d be a bit standoffish too.

The stars had already made an appearance in the sky, signaling it was time for you to head home to Gill.

- “y/n I was thinkn’…..well I’m askn’ if I could kiss you?” Arvin mumbled as he played with your smaller hands.

Did you want him to kiss you? Did you have romantic feelings for Arvin? There couldn’t be much harm in kissing him, you decided. So without an answer you stood on the tips of your toes and kissed him. He tasted nice, like the birthday cake shake he’d had not long ago. He seemed stunned at first, but after a few seconds he started to kiss back. His hands slowly rubbed down your arms and you found yourself wanting more.

Though just as the pace picked up, Arvin stiffened.

- “Arvin, honey what’s wrong?” You pulled away, searching his eyes. He was looking behind you, hands tightly gripping your arms.

Confused as to what could possibly cause him to stop, you turned only to see what looked to be trees and an empty cop car. It frustrated you. Why was he being so odd?

- “well….uh..t-thank you for the evening, Arvin. I really enjoyed it.” You mumbled as you pulled away from him. Arvin still continued to stare, as if a ghost had stolen his attention, until it finally allowed him to place his eyes back on you.

- “good night y/n.” He muttered already turning back to head to his truck. Did he not enjoy the kiss? Had you done something wrong? His odd response had caused you to question yourself.

And he wasn’t even willing to drive you home.

You watched his back as he disappeared down the dark street. Willing the tears in your eyes to not make it down your face. Though you must’ve not tried hard enough.

- “asshole” you sobbed. You felt pathetic as you stood in the middle of your empty town. Gill was going to kill him when you explained to her why you came home with tears in your eyes and dirt staining your pretty white heals.

Be a big girl y/n.

You wiped the salty tears on the sleeve of his jacket that you still had on. The realization only made you cry harder. You didn’t even care that you were scuffing the shoes you’d saved up for, as you trudged your way home.

Lost in your pool of self loath, you’d yet to hear the car making its way past you as you neared the edge of the downtown street.

- “Sweetheart? Whatcha doin’ out here so late?“

Oh god.

The sound of his voice only caused you to burst into tears again. Of course your luck would have it were Lee Bodecker saw you as a crying mess right after you had your heart broken.

You’d heard the slam of his door but couldn’t see anything through your cloud of tears. Not until you felt his hands grab your face and gently do his best to rub them away. - “babydoll ima need you to tell me what happen- and who’s jacket is this? He cut himself off with his own question as he harshly pulled the jacket off your arms. You didn’t mind though, as the leather jacket rubbing against your skin only reminded you of the odd encounter you just had.

- “lee..please…” you mumbled as you looked up into his furious blue eyes - “ please just take me home…”

Lee knew he was selfish…but you’d asked him to take you home. You just didn’t know it would be your new home. You would forgive him eventually. He’d have to figure out a way to keep your disappearance quiet, maybe turn it on that fucking Russell kid, but he’d sort that out later.

For now all he needed to do was take his girl home…to her rightful home.

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Yandere Arvin Russell (3/5)

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I strolled out of the school doors, a noticeable pep in my step. Arvin and I had gotten into a habit of joining Lenora down at the cemetery. During the lovely - but terribly awkward - family dinner I had gotten to know her better. She was a sweet girl.

And Arvin and I, we took the chance to see each other whenever possible. A month or so had passed since our first meeting, and we were still going steady. My heart still fluttered when he held my hand, and he was still mystified with everything going out of my mouth.

It was easy to be in love with a man like him.

I was so caught up in my daydreams, that while wrapping around the side of the school building to dispose of some of my school trash, I failed to notice the group of boys trailing after me.

I tossed the plastic bag of scraps and leftover food before wiping my hands on my pants. I hummed a happy little tune to myself before turning around, ready to head back.

But instead, anxiety washed over me instantly when I realized three lanky and robust boys had surrounded me only a few feet away. I took a step back, pressing myself against the side of the dumpster.

“Well, hello, boys,” I greeted, giggling nervously as my nails dug into the green plastic. “What can I do for you’s?”

“There’s a lot you can do for us,” the main bully, who was hovering but a foot in front of me, chuckled. “I’m feeling nice, so how about you give me a kiss?”

I heard his counterparts laugh impishly. Fear consumed me, and when he took a step closer, I pushed at his chest. However, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me forward. I lost my footing, my face colliding with his chest.

“Or, if you insist, we can take things further, whore.”

I let out a shriek of fear, trying to beat him. But just as I struggled free, the other two bullies grabbed two of my arms and pulled them out, leaving me to struggle in between them. “Please,” I begged. “I don’t know what you’re thinkin’, trying to violate me like this, but I swear I ain’t done nothing wrong to you’s.”

“Oh, but you did,” the bully in front of me hummed, grabbing my jaw hardly and making me face him, even though I kicked and squirmed. “On the contrary, whore,” he hissed. “You go prancing around like ya own the place. You refuse to go loving us poor boys that deserve a little touchin’. And that’s cute for a while, whore, but we’re getting tired.”

“Not to fuckin’ mention,” the one to my right interrupted, "you finally stop being such a prude and you go sucking that Russell boy’s dick when you owe us some of that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“ We - we ain’t done nothing but kissin’,” I insisted. “Don’t do anything, please. All I ask is that ya spare me. I ain’t doing nothin’ wrong, boys.”

The one in front of me didn’t look pleased. His grip became frighteningly strong, and I could’ve sworn I heard my jaw cracking. I let out another gasp of pain. He suddenly looked bored. He yanked me forward and tried kissing up on me. I wasn’t able to avoid it, but I kicked him in the groin suddenly.

I yanked my arms free, having caught all three of them off guard. I pushed past them and tried to make a run for it, but a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. I was about to scream, but a hand flew to my mouth, muffling my cries. The other two bullies, taking advantage of my cloddish movement, began tugging at my pants.

Tears stung the edges of my eyes as I flailed in the bully’s arm. My pants were pulled down, the clod wind hitting my bare legs. I knew I was burning red from shame as they greedily pawed at my legs.

“Let’s fuckin’ hurry this up,” the bully which was holding me gruffly demanded. “I’m too fuckin’ horny to be wastin’ more time.”

His minions chuckled cruelly. Fear coursed through my veins as one of their fingers looped into the side of my panties, about to pull down and reveal myself completely. I was trembling to the core, trying to wrangle myself free and escape, but I knew I was outnumbered.

The bully began to pull down —

A fist suddenly collided with his face. I shrieked as I tumbled on top of him, but I was quick to roll off and reach for my pants. The other two bullies shouted, turning their attention to my savior, embarrassment betraying their expressions.

I watched as someone - which I quickly identified as my Arvin - darted past me and tried punching another one of them, but the two overpowered him. The leader also scrambled to his feet and jerked him back by his collar, throwing him against the dumpster.

A screech escapade my lungs as I pulled up my pants, my attention on my poor Arvin, who was getting the shit kicked out of him. I dashed over, trying to pull one of the three’s shoulders, but they pushed me away. Once again I was sent sprawling on the ground, my hands chaffing against the pavement. 

“Please, stop!” I screamed, watching as they kicked him to the ground.

Arvin’s face was a bloody mess as he rolled on the ground. The leader and his compadres laughed, finally stepping away. I trembled on the ground as they turned toward me. I shut my eyes, fearing for the worst.

But they walked right past me, only shooting a few final slurs my way.

I peered over my shoulder, seeing they had abandoned the scene. I crawled over to Arvin, who was still groaning and clutching his stomach. Blood slid down his nose and already there was a bruise developing around his eye. 

I tired off a piece of my shirt and applied it to his nose. I cradled his head in my lap. “Blow,” I instructed shakily.

He coughed and did so, the rest of the blood spewing from his nose. I finished wiping it off and discarded it in the wind. Arvin coughed one more time, finally propping himself up on his elbows. There was a dominating fury in his eyes, even now, and I could tell he still wanted a piece of those bastards.

He finally sat up, to which I rose to my feet and offered a hand to pull him up, he took it, grunting as he finally stood. One arm was still hugging his waist and he ws hunched over in pain. I cupped his cheeks and placed a distressed kiss on his nose. 

He chuckled dryly, pushing me away. His arm finally detached, and instead he cupped my cheeks. He wiped away my tears, to which I snorted up the snot back into my nose. Distress still consumed my every being.

“They’re not goin’ to stop,” I stated.

He sent me an impish, knowing grin. “Oh, they will,” he insisted. “My daddy taught me that it’s all about pickin’ the right time. And that wasn’t the right time. But no way in hell could I let them be touchin’ up on my woman.”

A small smile Ade its way to my face. I kissed the tip of his nose. “…I need to bandage you up. Your everything must be hurtin’ like hell.”

“Yeah, but Lenora’s waiting for us in the car and I have some shit I got ta do while you two are there,” he sighed.

My eyes widened. “But you never leave Lenora to herself.”

“I won’t be leaving her to herself. I’ll be leaving her with you.”

I nodded in agreement. I then slung a gentle arm around his waist and we started walking. Arvin had a slight limp, but I knew that was the least of his worries. We fell silent on the walk back to the car.

~~~

“What do ya mean you have somethin’ to do?” Lenora prodded with scrunched brows and a confused expression.

As the trheee of us stood outside the car, Lenora had taken her bible. She was about to visit her mother’s grave and I… well, I was hoping to meet with the priest. I’d been visiting behind Arvin’s back because the one time I mentioned it he was very against it. And I didn’t want to make him mad, even if I knew he had my best interest at heart, but I also longed to fix myself and only the priest could help me find God again.

“I meant what I said,” Arvin spoke tensely. “It’s something I can’t put off. You’ll be fine on your own, right? It’s just for one afternoon.”

Lenora bit her lip. I leaned against Arvin, one of his hands wrapped around my waist on instinct. We watched her intently, although for different reasons. “…I guess so. You’ve just… never done something like that before. Nothing’s wrong, right, brother?”

Arvin grinned reassuringly. “Nothin’ at all, Lenora. I just have some work I got ta get done, is all. I’ll be back to pick you two up later, don’t you worry.”

I giggled, pressing a loving kiss to his cheek. Lenora’s shoulders slumped as she caved. “…Right. That’s okay, Arvin. You go on and do what you have to do. I’m going to go talk to my mother now.”

Arvin detached from my side and wound around to the driver’s seat. I wanted to watch him go, but Lenora sped off toward her mother’s grave. I sent one last wave to the car before trailing after her. She didn’t seem upset. But with Lenora, I could never tell because of how much of a sweetheart she was.

I hovered behind her as she kneeled on the ground. She began skimming through her bible, finding where she left off. Mustering my courage, I tapped her shoulder. “Lenora?”

With doe eyes, she peered up at me. “Yes, Y/n?”

“I hate to be like Arvin, but I have something to do, too. I want to go see the priest.”

Instead of disappointment, her eyes sparkled and she clasped. Her hands together excitedly. “Really? Are you starting to go down the path of righteousness?”

I nodded. “I’m tryin’ like hell. I guess it’s alright with you, but… don’t tell Arvin. I know he doesn’t like the new priest at all.”

Lenora’s mouth twitched before fully forming into a frown. “…But lying is a sin, Y/n.”

“It’s not lying if I don’t tell him. Besides, I’ll let him know eventually. But I just need to be the one to let him know, not anyone else. So, on that note - it’s alright if I leave you here for a bit, right?”

Lenora nodded eagerly. “You’re right. Yes, go serve the Lord, Y/n. I’m proud of you.”

Courage fluttered in my chest and I nodded. I turned tail and began strolling toward the church. Even though I was trying to worship God and be more faithful, I knew that even I had a hard time understand why the priest was sitting in the church every day of the week, just waiting for people to stroll in. But I knew that was something to take advantage of.

I gently pushed the wooden door open. It squeaked, alerting the man in the pews of my entrance. When the young man spotted me, a boyish grin snuck up to his face.

“Y/n. I’m glad that you’ve decided to join me for a chat,” he greeted smoothly, sliding down the pew and motioning for me to join him.

I was surprised by his friendliness, and a smile graced my lips. I walked down the aisle until I was able to slide into the seat, my discomfort washing off me as my soul was flooded with the spirit. The priest reciprocated my joy, a handsome smile stretching across his features.

“What brings ya here on this fine Thursday? I sense something is wracking your soul,” he inquired.

I pursed my lips. “…Yes. I guess so. Today at school, these three boys tried to force lovin’ on me and I was so scared. My man, Arvin Russell, came and saves me, but the bullies hurt us both a lot. I’m still recoverin’.”

He pursed his lips, brows furrowing. He seemed caught off guard by that confession. “…That… that’s not your fault. The devil was in ‘em boys,” he conceded. “But you got ta clean your soul now. Only God’s touch can fix you of your filth.” He placed his hand on my leg, giving it a squeeze.

“But… why would I be dirty if I wasn’t at fault, sir?” I croaked, betrayal coursing through my veins.

“Because the devil used ‘em boys to sully your spirit. The devil has touched you, and only a man of god can cleanse your soul now.”

“But… I don’t mean to argue with you, sir, but why can’t I cleanse the devil myself?”

“As strong as God is with you, everyone needs help time to time,” he explained, his fingers ghosting further up my leg. “And now is when you need the help of God. Now, God can’t touch you. But a priest can, and a priest like me can cleanse you of the devil’s touch.”

“R - really?”

“Yes. But… it cannot be now.”

“Why not?”

“For the sake of pr - the spirit, it is best to be with God. And to be even closer to God than in his own house, is to be amongst his gift of nature.”

“I… guess that makes sense,” I meekly agreed. “But… I have my lover boy waiting for me so he can pick me and Lenora up.”

“Yes. And we will need much more time than this fleeting moment.” His  hand withdrew from my leg, and he clasped his hands together. With a charming yet soulful smirk, he continued, "Perhaps this weekend I can pick you up and we can go down into the woods. We can pray together and banish the devil from your soul together.”

I clasped my hands together and my eyes widened. “Oh, thank you, sir. Nothing would make me happier than to banish the devil from me. Thank you for this opportunity.”

He chuckled brazenly. “Don’t thank me, my child. Thank the Lord, for he is blessing you with someone to guide you to righteousness.”

I nodded in agreement, abruptly standing. “Thank you, Lord. I must be going now. Arvin will be back any minute.”

He gave a small wave, not saying anything else. Instead, he picked up the Bible sitting next to me and began flipping through the pages. I walked out, not looking back. But my spirit was uplifted and I felt better. A part of me wanted to tell Arvin as soon as I could so that I could show him God’s love, too.

Lenora waited. And waited. At some point, it started to rain, so I showed her how to glue leaves together to make an umbrella, which she exclaimed was a great bonding activity. Despite Arvin’s disappearance - and possibly getting sick - it was a nice afternoon.

Eventually, though, he showed up, profusely apologizing. But we thought it was fine.

~~~

I tugged the boy up into the bulky branch, laughing when a branch plopped on his head when he pulled himself up. Arvin confessed prior to the activity that he had a fear of heights, so I made sure we didn’t climb too high off the ground. Just enough to feel the thrilling sensation of wind beating against you and having nothing under one’s feet, like a baby in a highchair. 

Arvin panted slightly and readjusted his weight on the thick, bulky branch. He finally felt comfortable enough to intertwine our fingers. He let out a shaky breath before leaning his head on my shoulder.

My composure was casual; I was used to sitting on trees. Sometimes, I found one comfortable enough to catch a quick nap in. I giggled, reaching to his cheek and stroking it.

“Are ya finally going ta tell me why ya can’t take me on a date tomorrow afternoon?” he prodded, quirking his brow. His grip on my hand tightened, but not painfully so.

I sighed, leaning against his head. “Well, you’re not going to like it. I put it off until now.”

“…Yes, darlin’?”

“Believe it or not, the young new priest isn’t half bad. I swear it, Arvin. He’s been helping me find God and I’ve never felt better about the Lord. I told him about the problem with them boys the other day, and he told me the devil had touched me when those boys did. And he said he could help me pray an cleanse my soul with God’s touch out in the wilderness.”

Arvin pulled away form me, staring with bewilderment. “That’s bull shit! The devil ain’t touched any pat of ya, Y/n. The guy just gets a kick out of making people feel bad.”

I sent him a reassuring smile, cupping his cheeks as I swung my legs. “Trust me, lover boy. I asked the same thing, and he said the devil was in them boys. That I ain’t done nothing wrong, but it was good to cleanse the devil’s touch.”

His face scrunched up, including the purplish bruise around his left eye. A stubborn scowl appeared on his handsome face. However, I silenced what I knew would come next with a kiss.

I felt him cave, but only for a moment. He then gently pushed me away by the shoulders, his glower weakening. “I trust you,” he insisted. “I just don’t like that new priest. He insulted my grandma’s cookin’ when he first showed up. Made a whole scene about her chicken liver dish and ate it all himself in the name of God.”

I laughed. “Maybe that’s a little rude, Arvin,” I admitted. “But he’s a nice man. When my mother made me talk to him, he was so very kind.” My expression faltered for a moment, and I cleared my throat. “…Well, he sympathized with me about my life and told me nature was God’s gift. That God loved me and my mother was wrong.”

He furrowed his brows and his jaw tensed. “You and your ma don’t get along too good, do ya?”

“She makes it rather obvious,” I chuckled dryly. “She hates me more and more every day. I don’t really know why, but I don’t care either.I think she’s pretty darn glad I’m with ya. She hopes I get married and leave the house as soon as possible. Or, to quote her, ‘the devil will give you your match’.”

Arvin sighed, pressing his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry. I guess… I should’ve connected the dots a lot sooner, huh?”

“It’s fine, Arvin. When I’m with you, I ain’t got any other worries in the world. You know…” A tsunami of mourning crashed into me, and my voice felt strained. “I see myself growing old with ya. Wish I met you earlier. Maybe then you could’ve met my brother. He was… like you. You two would’ve gotten along well.”

“Why can’t I meet him now? Is ‘e moved out?”

“No. He was in prison and then he killed himself. Couldn’t take not having his wife. The county priest, when he moved out with his wife, raped ‘er. She killed herself from shame. And so, he killed her.” Arvin fell silent, and I didn’t even feel his breath fanning across my face. “I agree with what he did, though. My mother said the devil was in the two of ‘em. I never told her that he died, though. I hope she dies alone, wondering why she let her only son and daughter leave her.”

One of his hands gripped my waist and the other skimmed over my upper thigh. “I’m sorry. If anythin’, the devil’s in your ma.”

I sighed. “Well, enough about me, lover boy. Why ain’t you a God-worshipper anymore? I’ve heard rumors of your past, but I tend not to listen to sthem absurd people.”

“My ma caught somethin’ called cancer and she died. My dad killed himself after the funeral. I found the body. The Sheriff drove me here. Lived ‘ere ever since.”

“Have you… forgiven your pa?” I suddenly asked, grasping at his upper arm.

He frowned. “Lenora asked me the same thing the other day.” He thought for a moment. “What is there to forgive? He’s dead.”

“I… know how hard dealing with suicide is. It’s heartbreakin’. I remember when my brother died, I was angry and sad that he left me all alone in this world. But… I knew he could not live without his wife. I learned to forgive him and be glad they were reunited in heaven.”

Arvin tensed. “I… don’t know how ta answer. I never think about it. Grandma and Lenora and Uncle… they all helped me forget about it. I still remember the day like it was yesterday, but I never think about it.”

I nodded, understanding. “I have a feeling you haven’t let go of ‘em yet, Arvin.”

“Of course I have,” he snapped defensively. “Life moves on. I ain’t got time to waste on thinking about ma and pa.”

“If you have enough time to waste on me, I’m sure you mind finds the time.”

“When I’m with you, time ain’t ever bein’ wasted.”

I chuckled, melting from his words. I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Sure, lover boy. We’re being really productive up here in this tree.”

“I love ya, Y/n. Ain’t nothing you could do that would drive me away.”

“Good. I don’t plan on testing that,” I giggled. “I love ya too, Arvin Russell. I love ya to bits. You’re the cherry fillin’ to my empty pie crust, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”

[dbnightingale24]

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

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

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

Word Count: 12,820

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

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                                I’ll Follow You Into The Dark

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know that- but he doesn’t.”

“You ready for your parents to know?”

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

“Come around and do what?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe-”

“By maybe, I mean do it.”

“You’ll be ready for that?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you have in mind?”

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

“Y/N, don’t-” he sheepishly protests.

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

“Lenora-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, he just-”

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

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

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

“Strange how?”

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

“Well did you-”

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

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

“Fuck, your car! I’m so sorry-”

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You told Sarah?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Why would you?”

“Arvin, what is goin’ on with you?”

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

“Don’t do that. Don’t shut me out.”

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

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

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

“Aren’t we supposed to?”

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

“Arvin-”

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

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

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

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

“It is my job.”

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

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

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

“You know, a lot of women would be-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell happened back there?”

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

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

“Arvin-”

“What’s going on, Y/N?”

“You know my Daddy has a gambling problem.”

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

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

“That must be a bitch.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I swear to God I’ll kill him.”

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

“I love you, you know that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?”

“Your Uncle. How is he with cars?”

“Pretty good, usually.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes ma’am.”

“Anyone calls-”

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

“Is that an attitude I hear?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

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

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

“I’m fine, yourself?”

“I’m fine.”

“....your Daddy home?”

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

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

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

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

“What did your Uncle say?”

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

“Will you be comin’ with him?”

“I can.”

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

“Will you be there?”

“I will,” you smiled to yourself.

“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

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

And that’s how it started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t care.”

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

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

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

“Doesn’t matter. Still my fault.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Leave me alone, Higgins.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry who?!”

“I’m sorry, Y/N!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And how about the damn window?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But there was still that temper.

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, Y/N,”

“And I love you, Arvin.”

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

“Y/N-”

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

“I’m sure he’s a capable driver-”

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

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

“Yes Mama. I love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight, Darlin’.”

“Goodnight,” you smiled.

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

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

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

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

“You sure that’s what you want?

“I am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure you’re ready?”

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

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

That had him feeling terrible.

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

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

“Want me to stop?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

“What? Y/N-”

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

“Your Daddy likes me now.”

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

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

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

“You wanna leave with me after school?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

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

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“You know I did.”

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

“I make you feel that way?”

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

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

“I’m positive.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

However, his temper still got the best of him.

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

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

“You should’ve told me, Arvin.”

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

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

“They’re not dead, are they?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t you do that.”

“I’m not doin’ anything.”

“You’re shuttin’ me out.”

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

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

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

“And has he bothered you since?”

“You made your point.’

“Have I?”

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

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

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

“Y/N-”

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

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

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

“I just didn’t see the point-”

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

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

“Arvin-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

“And I love you.”

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**

2 months later

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

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

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

He was desperately trying to keep his promise to you.

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

“What?”

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

“Arvin-”

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

“How do you know she was pregnant?”

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

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

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

“What?”

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

“You know I would.”

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

“What are you-”

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

“Arvin, I would go anywhere for you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mama, I’m not-”

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

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

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

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

“You’re too young for-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby, I know-”

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

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

“Arvin-”

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

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

That had him stopping in his tracks.

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, Y/N.”

“& I love you, Arvin,” you hum.

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

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The Foundation of Learning

Lee Russell x Fem!Reader pt. 2

Summary: This school is unlike anywhere you've ever worked. Who's lying and who's just an idiot? You know how dreaming about a person can make you feel some type of way? That.

Read part one here. // Part three here. // Part four here. // Part five here.

Your first day was last Friday, meaning after that accidental acid trip, you had a whole weekend to decide if this is the type of environment you want to work in. Sure it's exciting, but you weren't even a whole day in before you were taking hallucinogens against your will. That's a bit more than the drama you're used to in a school.

Sunday night, you can't help but wonder about the two men you'd only just met. More so, you wonder about Lee Russell. A loud man who dresses even louder. His hair is stupid and you can't help but laugh every time his plans fumble, but you can't help but catch yourself developing a bit of a crush on this peculiar man.

You fall asleep peacefully only to find yourself in a dream about that same strange guy. Lee. He touches your cheek so softly, you're so sure you can feel it. The rest of the dream becomes a hazy fog of a childish feeling of infatuation. It lingers in your mind well after you wake up.

Monday morning, you're quick to rise, almost excited for whatever nonsense will be thrown your way this week. Last night's dream is still heavy on your mind as you enter through the front doors of North Jackson High.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Lee greets you with a bright, wide smile. You feel the heat rise in your face. You rely on your makeup to conceal that.

"Good morning, Mr. Russell," you beam, waving as you approach.

"You can call me Lee, darlin'. I'm not a fuckin' psycho," He says, referring to Neal's insistence on being referred to as Mr. Gamby during work hours. You return the favor, stepping into a first-name basis with him. It's nice. Like your first friend in your new town.

"Can I get you a coffee or anything, Lee?" You offer.

"No thank you, doll. I gotta get to-"

"Y/L/N, wake your ass up. I need you to hold any calls for me and Mr. Russell for the next," he glances at his watch. "45 minutes."

"Good morning, Mr. Gamby! No problem-" but he cuts you off.

"45 minutes, Y/L/N!" He exclaims, dragging Lee with him as they congregate outside in the woods by the train tracks.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Gamby? God damn." Lee pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Don't worry about it. I'm treating her like shit so she'll do better."

"She's been here for a day," Mr. Russell groans as they cross the empty field to get to their meeting area.

"Well, look at you, being at everybody's defense and shit for the first time in your life." Neal sneers at his cohort.

"I wish you would just shut the fuck up. For once in your life." Lee sighs, taking a seat on a large boulder. The two men bicker for a moment before breaking into brainstorming. Anything they can do to knock Dr. Brown off her throne. Eventually, and mostly to the credit of Lee's deranged mind, they hatch a plan to frame Ms. Leblanc, the meanest bitch in the school, for stealing and selling textbooks to a third party.

"I'll go plant the evidence," Gamby, stone focused on his objective, beelines for the school ahead of Lee.

"God damn... Idiot," he mumbles to himself. With Gamby occupied, he decides to stop by your desk.

"Y/N," he snatches your attention away from your duties on a dime. You quite literally drop everything when you hear his voice. You silently scold yourself for letting that dream get you bent so far out of wack.

"What can I do for you, Lee?" You wait for instruction as Russell just stares at you for a moment like he's considering something.

"Come with me to my office." He takes off down the hall. You round the desk and follow him with haste. Once you're inside Lee's office, he closes and locks the door behind you. You look at him with wide, curious eyes, trying your best to stifle back the heat on your face.

"We're going to frame Ms. Leblanc and turn her against Dr. Brown." Lee's words fill you with immense disappointment. Of course that's what this was about. You're embarrassed by how excited you allowed yourself to become, even if he's none the wiser. You furrow your brows and cross your arms.

"And how are we going to accomplish that one?" You ask, disgruntled. Lee gazes at you with a big smile, excited to hear you include yourself in his plan.

"Take a look at this." He grins, sliding an altered invoice across the table. In this convincing looking writing it says Leblanc signed for 600 books and no more than 60 have been accounted for within the school. "That bitch is fucked."

"Oh, wow. Is Ms. Leblanc a super bitch or something?"

"She's the super bitch, Y/N. And she is going to destroy Belinda for us. All Gamby and I have to do is sit back and watch." Lee revels in what he believes to be a foolproof plot. As if summoned by the sound of his own name, Neal appears. He steps through the door without knocking and looks at you quizzically when he realizes that Lee has just blown up their spot to you.

"What's going on in here?" Neal asks, hesitant to trust this new employee.

"Relax, Gamby. I'm just catching Y/N up on the details," Lee grins, pleased with himself

"Isn't this above Y/N's pay grade?" The mustached man does very little to hide the annoyance in his voice.

"Well, I'm trying to work her into the inner circle." Lee makes a circular gesture with his hands.

"Yeah, Gamby," you chime in, happy to be included in something that isn't reorganizing the incredibly fucked up records someone shoved into a box of papers before they switched to computers years ago.

"You can't just bring strangers into our plans just because she's an attractive person or what the fuck ever!" Gamby attempts to whisper, but it's just quiet yelling.

"Y/N, can we trust you, sweetheart?" Lee asks with big, shining eyes, grinning at you as he awaits your reply. And that name, "sweetheart." My God, you nearly melt on the spot. What's come over you?

"Of course you can. I only have time to talk to you two. Who am I going to conspire with?" You toss a hand up in confusion.

"Alright, but if I see you talking to any of the teachers after this, you will be fired on the spot." Neal wags a finger in your face.

"Fucking Christ, Gamby. Lighten up. You ain't firing anybody. Get your ass to the library." Lee snaps his fingers and points at the door.

"Am I really not allowed to talk to the teachers now?" You ask, a little confused.

"Don't listen to him, darlin'," Lee sweet-talks you, taking the falsified invoice in his hands.

"No. No, you do listen to me. I am your boss. If I see you talking to anyone besides me and Mr. Russell I will banish you from this campus." The pretentious vice principal stands firm in his decision.

"Okay, sir. I won't talk to the teachers," you sigh.

"Or the janitors and counselors," he adds and you nod. "No Para-pros either."

"Gamby come the fuck on!" Lee whines, rushing this interaction along so he can put his plan into action. The two men exit and Neal makes an "I'm watching you" gesture through the large, glass wall before disappearing around a corner.

You return to your desk and take a few phone calls, certain that Gamby's insane rule can't possibly include parents. After a while, a lady comes to introduce herself to you.

"Hey! Finally got over here during a planning period," she laughs. "I'm Amanda." She extends a hand for you to shake.

"Hi-" you stop in your tracks as you make eye contact with Neal way, way down the hall. He slowly shakes his head back and forth. You roll your eyes and return your attention to the woman in front of you. You begin to spell out a word in the ASL alphabet, hoping Amanda has even as little understanding of sign language as you have. You sign "Email" and she squints at your hands.

"Oh, I don't... Are you deaf? I swear I just saw you answer a phone..." She tilts her head. You sigh with frustration and begin typing out an email on your computer. Confused and feeling awkward, Amanda slowly walks away from the entire situation. You're quick to write her an email about Gamby's strange training practices, careful not to uncover their scheme.

You shake your head, hoping she sees the message soon so you're not blacklisted from making any friends besides these two maniacs in this new town.

"Hello, North Jackson High School," you answer the phone with a darling customer service voice.

"Oh, you're fake as hell, Y/N. That ain't what you sound like at all," Lee laughs through the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Russell-"

"Lee."

"Hello, Lee. How's the plotting?" You mindlessly twirl the telephone cord around your finger as you listen to him talk.

"I need you and Gamby's help tonight. We'll need a school bus."

"A school bus?" You ask, unable to fathom what you'd need a bus for.

"For the books, sweetheart. Stay focused," he scolds.

"My bad."

"I'll see you tonight," he says, hanging up right after. You could hear Neal calling his name in the background, otherwise you'd take that fast goodbye as an insult.

You attain the keys to a bus sitting out in the bus lanes. It was left to be cleaned after a kid pierced his own ear and bled everywhere on a field trip.

"Try not to touch any of the seats near the front. It's... Not good." You warn as you toss the keys to Gamby. "I'm not fucking driving."

You and Lee ride in his car, driving ahead of Gamby to the location to store the "stolen" books. Mr. Russell guides Gamby as he backs the bus up and you help the two men unload the boxes of extremely heavy textbooks.

"Holy shit, we fucking did it, Gamby!" Lee grins, self satisfied and hungry for confrontation. "And you too, darlin'. Thank you." He's quick to add.

"Nicely done, Mr- Oh, uh, Lee." You smile, hoping your newfound nervousness isn't too obvious. And to him, it isn't, only because he's distracted by his own infatuation with you.

The next day, shit hits the fan. Lee calls the front desk again and you answer.

"Hello, North Jackson High," you speak warmly.

"We're about to head straight to Leblanc's class right now!" You can hear his devious smile in his voice. "Brown is so fucked if she really tries to go against that stone cold bitch."

"Hey, do you think I'm allowed to talk to teachers now? Aman-" just as you're about to finish your sentence, Gamby swipes the phone from you and slaps it onto the receiver.

"No. And especially not Ms. Snodgrass."

"Why not? She's so nice and I don't know anybody in town besides you and Lee and I doubt you two are gonna want to go to bars and get drunk off fruity bullshit on Fridays." Your monologue leaves Neal pondering. He doesn't get invited to payday drinks, this is new for him.

"No. You'll let something slip. Snodgrass is wholesome. Too wholesome to get wrapped up in the shit we do," Gamby explains.

"Well then why the hell was I wrapped?" You raise a brow, questioning what he's insinuating.

"I don't know! I never would've done something so stupid and reckless like that." The broad man shrugs. "Russell has a thing for you or something."

"A 'thing for me?'" you repeat.

"Yeah. He thinks that you're an attractive person. And I guess he's not wrong, but... You're no Amanda Snodgrass." Neal shrugs as if delivering bad news he can't hold back.

"You're so right," you nod. "So when can I talk to her? I want friends."

"When I'm Principal." Mr. Gamby disappears to join Mr. Russell and Dr. Brown in pursuit of the books and you're left alone with Gamby's words. A thing for you. How delightful to know your little crush isn't as one sided as you thought.

"Ms. Y/L/N, could you come with me? I need you to take notes," Dr. Brown's eyes are narrow. It's clear she's on a mission when she makes the quick stop by your desk on her way to Leblanc's class.

"Yes, ma'am." You scoop up the board and a pen and follow her on quick feet. Just as she rounds the corner, you see Lee. You knew he was with her, and he smiles when he sees you.

"Mr. Russell," you smile, greeting him in a professional manner in front of the woman that holds reign over both yours and Lee's job. You follow the principal and vice principal down the hall and slowly you come up to a classroom with an involved teacher. She seems well educated and passionate about her teaching. Ironically, today's subject is about protecting your reputation with your life...

As you linger in the hall taking quick notes of the passive aggressive exchange, you see Ms. Snodgrass walking by. After a quick glance around, you're certain there's no Gamby.

"Hey! Ms. Snodgrass. Sorry about yesterday. Mr. Gamby has me on like... A vow of silence? I think I'm being hazed."

"Oh! That makes so much sense. I thought you were just kinda weird," she laughs, clearly relieved of the awkwardness.

"I emailed you about it," you chuckle, also relieved.

"Oh, I must've missed it-" Amanda's sentence is cut short as Belinda and Lee take off down the hall after the climax of the conversation. You wave a quick goodbye to Snodgrass and bolt after them.

Belinda is ranting and raving down the hall, all the while Lee cheers her on. He antagonizes every single time she seems to be calming down. It's eerie to watch the way he plays with her mind. You hope you'd be able to tell if he ever tried this sort of brain sorcery on you.

"I can't believe that bitch," Dr. Brown shakes her head, clearly fired up as she stomps into her office. Gamby follows her and closes the door behind him, keeping her on track and gathering information for later. Lee, laughing carelessly, leans against your desk as you take a seat. All you can think about is Neal's confession of Lee's feelings. Even if it was just a "thing." Whatever that means.

"Lee," you nervously call for his attention. "Do you want to get a drink tonight?" You're unsure where the nerve came from, asking your boss out, but it's not like he adheres to the rules very much anyways.

At first, he seems surprised. Caught off guard, mostly. He blinks a few times, knitting his brows for just a second as he calculates how to respond. Of course he's not worried about the rules, even if he plans on becoming Principal, the only thing he can focus on right now is you. His mouth hangs slightly agape as he carefully and regretfully makes his next statement.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Y/L/N. Maybe another time. I've got some stuff to handle real early tomorrow. I'll be a little late getting in, actually." He fidgets with his ringless ring finger, unable to keep meeting your gaze.

"Of course, sir. It's hard making friends here. You guys are... Different." You smile at Lee as best you can and turn your attention to the computer screen where you slowly and pointlessly sift through each individual piece of spam. Lee lingers for a moment, chewing on his lip in thought. After a short while, he's off to find Gamby and Brown to ensure she's still wrongfully fired up.

Immediately in your solitude your mind runs amok with rejection sensitive anxieties. You're heinously embarrassed, and the redness on your face only darkens when you replay it all in your head over and over.

"Jesus fucking Christ, why did I fucking do that? Who do I think I am? Where the hell do I get off?" You mumble to yourself, trying so hard to regulate past this visceral reaction. You begin to wonder if you've over valued yourself to this little team just because of your interest in Lee.

"What's wrong? Why are you doing that?" Gamby gestures vaguely to your whole being with his hand.

"Fuck, Mr. Gamby. You scared the shit out of me." You gasp, a hand placed on your chest in fear.

"You should be more aware of your surroundings and you won't get caught off guard."

"Hey, tomorrow's teacher work day, right? Do I need to come in?" You ask, hoping for a no so you can drink away the humiliation.

"At any other pussy ass school, maybe. But I need all hands on deck. You're coming in." Neal points at you with integrity and you groan to yourself.

"Are you sure? I'm going to drink the same amount regardless tonight. I might not be very useful tomorrow." You shrug, hoping the trust you've built allows for this sort of candid behavior.

"Something wrong?" He asks.

"You said Lee had a 'thing' for me, so I asked him to get a drink with me and he turned me down," you laugh, slowly accepting the embarrassment.

"Huh, well. That's just Lee, I guess. He's never made a lot of sense to me. All those fuckin' outfits." Neal shakes his head. "Guess he's not into you anymore."

"Oh, word," you say, swallowing the bluntness of his words. "Window closed, got it." You give a small salute gesture and turn back to your computer. "I'll be here tomorrow, Mr. Gamby."

"Well, yeah. I just said you would. I just told you that. I am your boss and you'll be here tomorrow." He nods and emotes as if he's repeating obvious information like 'the sky is blue.'

"Dude." You pinch the bridge of your nose.

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Deadbeat Pt. 4

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), fluff, angst, smut, cursing, abandonment, toxic parent, violence, toxic siblings, infatuation, cheating/divorce, angst, mild housewife kink, mentions of prostitution, mentions of alcohol, corrupt official

Lee Bodecker x Reader

Arvin Russell x Reader 

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

This is unedited, and I missed anything I should include as a warning let me know! This chapter covers a little bit about her relationship with Arvin and some other things as well. I hope you all enjoy!

I also am having some writer’s block with my Obi-Wan Kenobi miniseries I was working on, so expect Part 3 sometime Sunday hopefully! So sorry for the delay on the final chapter.

Tags and Requests are OPEN

You had lost your virginity in the back of Arvin Russell’s pick-up truck. Your mom and you had gotten into a fight again- you don’t even remember what about. You remember she pushed past you to go outside, while you grabbed the phone dialing Arvin’s number. You didn’t even need to say anything. He just knew. He groggily mumbled out that he’d be there soon. And like the sweetheart he was, he was there in the middle of the night to come pick you up. 

Your mom didn’t even look at you as you came out of the house, your coat secured over your pajamas. She just stared out at the dark night and would light herself a cigarette, taking a long drag. He pulled up to your house in his truck and you’d hop in the passenger door. You sat flush with his side, while you cried silently. He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other wrapped tightly around you, occasionally taking his eyes off the road to kiss your temple affectionately. 

There was a spot out by the lake. A small clearing you could get to by driving on an unmarked road through some woods. He would bring you there when you had to get out of your house. Sometimes, he’d just hold you or he brought a large quilt with him and you’d both crawl into the pick-up and lay together watching the stars as he held you close. 

Despite everything that happened, that boy has always been good to you. He was the kind of boy who you could wake up in the middle of the night and he’d show up in his pajamas to come get you no questions asked. You both looked a little silly. Him wearing his work coat and boots with his pajama bottoms and sleep shirt, and you wearing your coat over a nightgown you paired with whatever shoes you had by the door. 

He’d park the truck and pull you into his arms, holding you close and whispering to you that everything was going to be okay. He’d stroke your hair and press small kisses to your cheeks, not caring that they were salty with tears. You never doubted how much that boy loved you. 

He untangled himself from you for a moment so he could grab the blanket off the top of the backrest. He got out of the truck and you followed his lead, he always held out his hand to escort you down. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest and looked at the ground while he spread out the blanket in the pick-up. 

You’d both climb in and kick off your shoes, and he’d pull you into his chest, so you could rest your head on him instead of the floor of the truck’s bed- which was still hard despite the blanket. You’d rest your hand on his torso, aimlessly drawing shapes over his t-shirt while he looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. 

Sometimes, he would try to think and come up with stories to make you laugh. Sometimes, you’d both just talk about your future, wanting to get out of this town. He’d make promises of taking you away from all your troubles and at the time, you truly believed he was your future. Other times, much like this time, you’d cuddle up together and enjoy the quietness, just enjoying the contact of being so close. He’d never press you to talk about your problems, but he was always there to just listen or if you wanted help he’d be there for that too. 

In-between the whispers of promises and comforting words, you’d both share kisses until before you knew it, you were on top of him, straddling his waist and his hands gently gripped your waist. His touches were always respectful, and he’d always wait for an okay before touching you anywhere. At the time, it was what you wanted. 

“I love you so much,” he’d whisper when you broke the kiss to catch your breath. He pressed his forehead to yours and made circles on your sides with his hands. You’d giggle at how his words made you feel, butterflies in your stomach and goosebumps rising on your skin. He’d smile at the sound of your laugh, knowing he was making you feel better. 

“I love you too,” you whisper. He leans up and connects his lips to yours again. They’re so soft and his body is warm. He sits up so his back is up against the back windshield and you’re sitting in his lap. One arm holds you close to him, his thumb delicately rubbing the exposed skin of your thigh, your nightgown gathering at your waist in this new position and the other hand holds your face as he kisses you deeply. His touch makes a soft moan escape your lips and it encourages him to grip your skin a little bit tighter. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs, running a hand through your hair, before ducking down to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. The action makes your hips instinctively grind against him and you feel his hot breath on your neck as he groans at the feeling. His arms hold your back and guide you so you’re laying back down on the blanket again, this time his body above yours. He holds himself up with one hand and moves his jacket over with the other for a pillow for you to use. He leans down and presses his lips to yours again. Your hands find themselves under his shirt, sliding up his torso, and you smile against his lips when he shivers at your touch.

“Please touch me,” you beg softly in his ear and almost immediately his body freezes above you for a moment. You bite your lip and nod, noticing his hesitation. “I want this,” you confirm, leaning up and kissing him again.

His hands push up the fabric of the nightgown and then slowly pull your panties off. He was moving like if he went too fast, you’d break. Your hands go to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it off of him, and then you kiss him again with much more urgency, guiding his hand to in-between your legs. You moan at the feeling of his hand finding your clit and rubbing it in a gentle circular motion. Everything was just so slow and purposeful, and all very loving. He kissed your neck, biting and leaving small lovebites on your skin as he picks up his pace, sliding two fingers into you.

His fingers curl and move perfectly, he knows your body so well and he’s already memorized what makes you react to his touch. He kisses you again, sliding his tongue into your mouth, suppressing the moans that fall from your lips at his touch. He can have you falling apart just with his hands.

“Arvin, I need you,” you plead, feeling yourself getting very close. “Please.”

He pulls his hands away to pull off your nightgown, and he stares when your nipples harden in the night air. You were the more beautiful sight he’s ever seen. He also pulls off his own pajamas and his boxer shorts, tossing them somewhere behind him. His lips attach to yours again, one hand running down your side and the other cupping your breast, massaging gently. “Are you sure, baby?” he asks in a whisper against your ear. You can feel his length teasing your folds and it was driving you crazy.

“I’m sure,” you moan softly, running a hand through his hair. He’s very careful, sliding into you for the first time. It was his first time too, and he was worried about hurting you. You wince at the feeling and he pampers you with kisses until you’re ready for him to move.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbles against your skin, and your legs wrap themselves around him. The pain you felt shortly after turned into an immense feeling of pleasure and you moved your hips, silently begging him to move. He chuckles softly, and begins to move his hips. He’s so focused on looking at you, looking at your reactions, making sure you’re okay.

“You feel so good,” you praise, your nails gently marking his back. You did really, honest to God, love Arvin Russell.

“(Y/N) I love you so much,” his gaze looking down at you like you’re the only other creature in the world. Both of you were so dumbstruck by love, and the harsh realities of the world hadn’t torn you from him yet.

Even after you finish, he wraps you up in his arms, making the moment all about you. He was so attentive and caring. You worry that you took him for granted when you think back. No place made you feel safer than his embrace. He was the most selfless person you’d ever met and he would do anything you wanted. He made you the center of his life, and you were so thankful to have had him, even if the world got in the way.

But you didn’t know if Arvin was the boy you had thought you wanted. When you got a call to come pick-up Tommy, you never imagined that Arvin had it in him to inflict so much on someone. The boy who never once scared you, secretly held the ability to beat someone so severely. You were livid with your brother. You were absolutely furious- but this wasn’t something that surprised you about him. Arvin surprised you. He had this anger bottled down deep inside him, and you were scared of it. You were angry and confused.

You were mad he didn’t talk to you. He just went off and did it. It was shocking. He almost killed him. The beating was graphic, Tommy still not even telling you everything. You couldn’t bear to hear it. You could rationalize Arvin’s actions if it wasn’t your brother. It was someone so close to you, and it made you look at him differently. You were also so upset that he kept it from you. You wished he told you about Lenora, and about Tommy and his friends hurting her. But he didn’t. He kept it from you, and he handled the situation in the worst way possible.

For a while, all you would see when you looked at him was the cruelty he inflicted on your brother, even if you agreed the creep deserved it. But that was family, and you had a more delusional view of your family back then. You held a loyalty to them that they didn’t return to you, clearly. Not a day went by when you wished it could’ve turned out differently.

When he showed up at your doorstep, begging for forgiveness, his eyes full of regret, you couldn’t picture anything else than how he must have looked when he attacked Tommy. You can only see how horrible Tommy looked when you had to pick him up off of the ground and carry him to your mother’s car. You knew Tommy deserved it, but he was your brother. You can’t blame Arvin for his actions, and you see that now. But when he was sitting on your front porch steps for hours every day hoping you’d come out and talk to him, all you saw in your mind was the version of him that was sadistic enough to inflict that much pain on somebody.

You wonder if this is why you find yourself drawn to the Sheriff. You knew he had skeletons in his closet, but he was much more up front about his own demons than Arvin. With the Sheriff, his own personal devils were worn on his sleeve, even though he thinks the badge hides it well. With Lee Bodecker, what you see is what you get. Even if he had the secrets the town claimed he had, he was no good. His issues weren’t as nicely tucked away as Arvin’s. With the Sheriff, like yourself, your issues were right there on the surface. You could look at Lee and see the pains of his life. He was not nearly as good at hiding his wrongdoings as he thinks. With Arvin, he was good at pushing it back and hiding it away- and you saw now what happens when he choses to let go.

Arvin would linger in your mind occasionally- thinking about all that could have been with him. But your image of him is tainted, and you don’t know if you could love him again like you had when you were blissfully unaware of this side of him.

You aren’t even sure if this is the reason, you’re finding yourself so drawn to Lee. You had a hard time seeing where these lines were being drawn. Your train of thought hasn’t been rational, you don’t think you ever have been in your life. There’s just something about him that has pulled you in that you couldn’t explain. It was getting harder and harder for you to deny the feelings, as confusing as they were.

“Hi, sugar,” the blonde woman says when you open your front door. She’s wearing the nicest clothes, with white sunglasses, and an animal print coat. If she wasn’t in this town, you thought she’d be a Hollywood star or something. “Ain’t you a doll?” she chuckles, looking you over. “My big brother around?” she asks, looking over your shoulder to obviously peer into your house. The action makes you close the door slightly.

“Who are you looking for?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. You look behind her, a man standing on the steps with a camera around his neck accompanied her. The pair of them were a sight, and the two made your skin crawl.

“Lee!” she exclaims, “Lee Bodecker. Don’t he live here? I’m his sister, Sandy. This here is my husband, Carl.”

“One second,” you say quietly, closing the door and locking it, leaving them on the porch. You had an uneasy feeling about the pair of them, that you couldn’t explain.

You run up to his room and knock on the door. “Lee,” you call, obvious distress in your voice.

“What is it?” he asks, door flying open immediately, concern evident on his face.

“Some woman is here asking for you,” you inform him. “Said she’s your sister. Her and her husband are outside on the porch?”

He lets out a sigh, obviously annoyed that the pair would show up. He tells you he’ll take care of it and follows you back downstairs. He heads over to open the door and the two of them step into your house without waiting for the invitation to come in. You see that Lee’s jaw clenches at their actions. He’s upset they’re here. He’s upset they know about you. He doesn’t know what they want yet, and he doesn’t want to find out with you sitting in the room.

“Can you let the adults have some time to talk sweetheart?” Carl says looking over at you, asking you to get lost in your own house. It’s infuriating. Your fist clenches and you see Lee out of the corner of your eye react the same. Sandy shoots you a sympathetic look and Lee silently apologizes, and nods, his way of asking the same. You hold back from fighting with the stranger when you see Lee’s plea. You nod and head upstairs.

“She’s as pretty as a picture,” you overhear Sandy say as you head upstairs. “She your new sweetheart Lee?’

“What do you want Sandy?” you hear Lee ask with a heavy sigh. Out of respect for Lee, and just assuming it was personal family issues, you head to your room- missing the rest of the conversation. You think about how much you can’t wait for those two to get out of your house. You knew it was wrong of you to judge, but Christ that pair just made your skin crawl for a reason you couldn’t explain.

Sandy and Carl had no problem showing up at Lee’s doorstop asking for money. Of course, that reporter Henry Curtis showed up at their door asking for information about Lee, and Sandy didn’t tell him anything. However, she saw this as an opportunity to get something for herself. She thought by not letting the reporter in and sharing information about her brother she deserved a reward. Sandy knew was in the pocket of a lot of people and she thought by threatening to talk to the press she could get something out of Lee. So now, here they are asking for hush money.

“The only reason you’re not behind bars right now is because I chose to look the other way while you’re whoring yourself out,” he points out to her. “I’m letting you walk free and then you have the audacity to ask me for money? What? Because you wouldn’t talk to a reporter? Fuck, Sandy. I thought you were smarter than this.”

“You let me walk free ‘cause it’ll smear your image, Lee,” she points out. “You ain’t doing that out of the kindness of your heart ‘cause you love your baby sister. You won’t win reelection with a sister locked away for prostitution.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he spits angrily. “Don’t test me.”

“If you don’t think I’ll blab all your dirty secrets when shows up again, you’re stupid Lee,” she counters. “I think what I’m asking for is more than fair. Lock me up, I don’t care. I’ll make bail and you’ll never hold public office again.”

He feels pinned. All he can think about is getting these two of his sight and out of your house. In the moment, he cares more about that than the money. Fuck it, he thinks. Having this fight with her while you’re upstairs is not worth it. He gets up from the chair, and heads over to his jacket. He pulls a couple hundred dollars of the envelope in his inside pocket from his most recent visit from Brown. “This is for keeping your mouth shut, and for never coming back to this house- call me at the station instead if you need to see me,” he says, handing his sister the small stack of twenties. She nods, kissing his cheek, before they both leave the house as quickly as they entered.

He’s livid. Adrenaline is pumping and he can’t even think straight. He walks over to the window and looks through the curtain, watching the pair drive away. Sandy is driving while Carl looks to be adjusting the radio. He could punch the wall; he can’t even describe the feeling that overcomes him. He’s just overwhelmed, his mind is hazy. He feels like he has no control of his life and he just wants to drive off and never come back to this fucking town. He’s so mad at his sister for showing up here, and even more mad that she brought that fucking husband of hers. He’s pissed thinking about how Carl spoke to you and he’s angry at himself for not coming to your defense. This is who he is. He’s everyone’s lacky. Just letting everyone use him for their own selfish gain. He was complacent when faced with adversary, he always had been. He hates how he’s let himself fall this far down. He’s nothing more than a pushover.

You assume the pair left when you hear Lee close the door to his room, loudly. It surprises you and makes you jump. You decide to head over to his room and see if everything is okay. You get up from your bed and put your book on your nightstand, heading over to his room. You’re concerned and you know there probably nothing you can do to help. But he was so helpful and attentive when that reporter had you so upset. You needed to offer to return the favor at least. You only knock once before his door flies open, and he’s looking down at you. Anything you were planning on saying is lost and the look he’s giving you makes your mind go completely blank.

You don’t know who made the first move. It was like you both went in for the kiss frantically at the exact same time. The kiss was hungry and feverish. Both of your just pulling each other as close as physically possible. His hands run up your back and tangle in your hair, tugging gently, making you moan. Your arms wrap tightly around his neck and he uses his foot to kick the door closed.

“Fuck, doll,” he groans when he pulls back for air. Both of you are panting, and neither one of you know what you say. You both just look at each other wide eyed, your eyes scanning his wondering where the hell that came from. You don’t give yourself much time to think about it, pulling him in for another kiss by the tie of his uniform.

Part Five

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Fic request: Vice Principals' Lee getting head from reader under his desk during a meeting?

Lee Russell x Reader

a/n: YES YES YES YES YES YES, I COULD SCREAM FROM THE ROOF TOPS!

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Firm knees pressed into the linoleum below his office chair. Chair lowered giving you better access under the small space of his desk. Hazel, lust blown eyes stared down at you. Savoring the moments he got to look at you, mouth completely full of his cock. Slack jawed, Lee admired your head bobbing up and down on his hard cock.

Eyes darted up at the clock. He knew his coworker would be walking in shortly. A meeting that "just so happened to" lineup with you pleasuring him under his desk.

That's what Lee claimed anyway. You knew him better than that.

You felt his cock jump in your mouth as Neal Gamby barged in right on time. Lee sat up awkwardly, straightening his back and shoving his dick deeper into your throat. You fought your reflex to gag.

"Jesus, Gamby! Ever heard of knocking?" Lee ran his hands over his wooden desktop.

"S'Not like you have anything to hide in here," Gamby mumbled a rebuttal.

You could not fight the smile that crawled over your face hearing him so clueless. You flattened your tongue on the underside of his cock, getting a sigh in response from Lee. Swallowing a large lump of arousal in his throat in an attempt to remain composed. You looked up at Lee through the small gap between his stomach and the desk. His Adam's apple jumped up and down his throat.

"Alright, Russell. Let's get this dumb fucking meeting over with. I don't know why you insisted we talked about this at this exact time," Gamby sat in the chair on the opposite side of Lee's desk. A thin layer of wood hid you from the other Vice Principal. Thrill seeped through every bit of you.

He had to fight himself from staring down at you, eyes darting down to yours piercing through the dimly lit under-desk.

"Well," Lee blew his breath out when you did something off rhythm, "Do you wanna take down Dr. Brown or not? We either talk about the plan for tonight right now or you back out, Gamby. Now grow the hell up." You watched as Lee's chest rose and fell with the deep breaths he took.

This was like a power trip for him. Knowing he was getting his rocks off while planning the downfall of his number one enemy. His newly found colleague sitting across from him. Every other faculty member only a glass door away. He loved the thrill. Loved the way you felt wrapped around him. While he would never tell anyone this happened, he would love to see their faces if he told them. Told them about how he got sucked off right under their noses. How you were buried under his desk, drool running down your chin as you took every inch he had to offer.

"Don't you think Y/N needs to be here? She is apart of this plan too," Neal huffed out. Lee chuckled at his question. Rolling his shoulders", "Don'tchu worry about her, now. I promise she will get the message."

You began bobbing up and down faster on him, hollowing out your cheeks to allow better access to you. Your nose pressed against the perfectly groomed pubic hair at the base of his cock as you took every bit of him in your mouth.

Lee attempted to nonchalantly place his hands in his lap, praying Gamby could not tell what he was doing. One of his hands caressed your face, running from your cheek to under your chin. A gentle dance of fingers telling you you were doing a good job. The other attempted to feel for your breast. He tried not to overextend his arm, barely short of reach. He huffed in frustration.

"Whatever, Russell. So, like we had talked about earlier..." Gamby began retelling everything that Lee, you, and him had discussed out behind the school a few hours prior.

You knew this meeting was a scheme to allow Lee to get sucked off in front of someone. A fantasy of his being fulfilled.

The salty taste of precum filled your mouth. Lee sat back slightly as he listened to Gamby over explain everything, taking the opportunity to look down at you. Your blown eyes causing him to rut up into your mouth. They made his stomach do a flip. He swore you had never looked so beautiful. He knew he was going to finish soon.

"... And then- BOOM, one of us gets to be Principal. Sound about right to you?" Gamby folded his arms over his chest.

You began doing everything you could to get him off. Sucking on him harder and faster. Lee's breaths became shaky as he attempted to respond to Neal. "Y-Yeah, Gamby. fuck," Lee squinted his eyes, loosing composure momentarily. This was it. He felt his body tingle all over as he shot into your mouth. Hot ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat, "Sounds p-perfect."

Although his high had subsided, you continued your motions on his softening cock. Lee's legs were shaking with each bob of your head. Cum mixed with drool pooling around the base of his cock.

"What was the fucking point of this then?!" Gamby stood up, throwing his hands up.

"Goddammit, can't I just check that we're on the same page, Gamby?! You ungrateful motherfucker!" Lee shouted at him, "Get the fuck out of my damn office!"

Neal Gamby huffed, stomping out of Lee's office. Slamming the door behind him. Lee's eyes trailed making sure he was gone before pushing his chair back to get a better look at you. Tears stained the corners of your eyes, cheeks swollen and red. A giant smile painted Lee's face as he crawled out of his chair to join you in the floor. His lips crashing into yours, tongue venturing in.

"You have one hell of a mouth, pretty girl," Lee praised, his breathing heavy.

"Just so happened you had to have that important meeting with Gamby right now?" You cocked an eyebrow at him, a smile painting your kiss swollen lips.

Lee's tongue went out to lick over his teeth that were painting a wicked grin on his face, "It was of the utmost importance that these two events overlapped, sweetheart." Lee chuckled, pressing his lips back to yours.

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[radawayghoul]

His Little Dove | Chp. 2 Sneak Peek

Pairing: Lee Russell x AFAB Reader

Warnings: none really...slight yearning?, the usual cursing, that's all really

A/N: Okay, I know this isn't much by any means BUT, I wanted to give y'all something because it's been WAY too long and y'all deserve it for being so kind to me and being so very patient!! There isn't much more left to write. This chapter is pretty hefty though I will say that, haha!! Love you!! Thank you for your patience!! -Artie✨

That evening after showering, ordering some takeout, and dressing in her nicest, skimpiest silk PJ's, Y/N was settled onto her couch with her comforter to do her usual rewatch of Pride and Prejudice when there was a sharp knock on her door.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N let out a loud groan which was met with, "Oh shut up, I know you ain't doin' nothin' important, now come let me in!" from none other than Lee Russell on the other side of her door.

Placing her food on the table and throwing her blanket off of her, Y/N stomped to her front door and ripped it open. "You're cutting into my personal time, Lee, what do you want? Aren't you supposed to be having dinner with your wife?" Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, raising a brow.

Lee sighed, dressed in his casual clothes, giving her his puppy dog eyes, "We got into another fight. We ain't been doin' well." He shook his head, ushering himself into Y/N's house.

Sighing, Y/N closed and locked the door, following Lee over to where he had taken her seat on the couch.

"She doesn't like our neighbor, Jackie, and she doesn't think I'm man enough to handle it," Lee continued, sighing, "I don't know what else to do."

Y/N studied him for a moment. She could see how much stress he was carrying. He looked so tired.

"You could just kick his ass," Y/N joked, poking Lee in his side which made him squirm but he cracked a smile, "Hmm, that's better. I like it more when you smile."

Lee's eyes softened as he stared at her. Slowly and hesitantly, he lifted a hand to brush her cheek. His eyes drifted along her face, committing every detail to memory the best he could.

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[thedarkcoven]

Don't Let the Devil Inside - Part 2

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY!!! Warnings (for the whole story): Alcohol use, tobacco use, violence, talk of death and suicide, smut, choking, hair pulling, angst, manipulation, abuse of power, noncon, loss of virginity, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, public sex (car sex), oral sex, unprotected sex (please be safe), marking, possessive/protective!Arvin, dom/soft!Lee, semidark!Lee, jealous!Arvin, age gap: the reader is 24 and Lee Bodecker is 40. Modern Day setting ~~~~~~If you wanna be tagged lemme know <3 I apologize for any typos/shit grammar @turbolisedcomet

You decided to wear your lilac babydoll dress with a sweetheart neckline, the skirt stopping mid-thigh with black mary-jane shoes. Your foundation matched your complexion and your eyeshadow and lips complimented the shade of purple on your dress, making the color of your eyes pop. Arvin sat on your bed, looking through his phone while waiting; your parents were already at the parade site and told you they'd hold a spot for you. He smiled once you turned to him, making a final adjustment to your hair before smiling. "Ya look good, Y/N. Haven't seen you in a dress besides your work dress and church dress since we were kids. You're beautiful." Arvin was always too afraid to admit his feelings for you even though everyone else could see it. "Thank you, Arv. You look good too." You smiled and ruffled his hair. "Come on. Let's get there 'fore it's too late. Don't want Lee rippin' my head off when he comes by the restaurant again." You let out a small chuckle and went to Arvin's pickup truck. Your father waved at you and Arvin and motioned to the two lawn chairs that were sat close to the sidewalk so you could be close to the parade and the floats. Going to parades has always been a tradition since you were young and it was never going to change. Arvin sat beside you and drank some moonshine that your father and him shared. You grabbed it from him and took a big swig, smirking at him then sticking your tongue out at him as soon as he grabbed it back from you. "Hey now. I need you sober to drive. Your pops said I can crash tonight." "Fine." You huffed and gave a fake pout which caused him to laugh. "Would you cut it out?" He chuckled and playfully pushed your arm. "You're such a child." "What? I'm an adult. I'm allowed to drink to, y'know." The different floats and lights were so pretty. They filled you with childlike glee as you sat practically on the edge of your seat. Arvin watched with a smile as your eyes filled with excitement, the sound of the school band's instruments spilling out into the warm late summer air. Once the band continued you, you noticed red and blue lights. Your heart dropped as the cruiser slowly drove forward, a deputy in the passenger seat and back throwing candy out to children and any adult with a sweet tooth. You felt your heart catch in your throat when Lee's blue eyes landed on you with a smirk on his face. Out of reaction you snatched the moonshine from Arvin and took a big gulp before shoving it back into his hands. Lee's icy blue eyes now turned into the shade of blue like you see during stormy days. He took note of the alcohol and clenched his jaw as he gripped the steering wheel. Arvin gave you a questioning look as you stood and began weaving through the crowd to go to his truck. You needed a smoke to calm your nerves and wanted to be as far away from the Sheriff as possible. You groaned when you noticed Lee pulling in to block the truck from you. "Get out. You, Y/N. Get in the damn car. Now." You glared and crossed your arms before complying with his order, pushing past the deputy. You slammed the car door and huffed, staring straight ahead as he rolled up the windows. "What is it, Sheriff?" You whined as he gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him. "What I say bout that lil attitude o' yours, darlin'? So tell me... Were you drinkin' alcohol?" "N-No, sir." You whimpered as his fingers tightened, bringing your face close to his. He inhaled and smirked, staring down at you. "Is that so? Why I smell shine then?" "Fi-Fine. I was drinking moonshine. Let me go, Lee." "It's Sheriff to ya, darlin' and no. I ain't lettin' you go. You need to get punished for your fuckin' attitude. Get in the back." You glared at him but did as you were told. You paused as soon as you saw Lee exit the car then get back in, sitting in the back seat and closing the door. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you over his lap as he scooted into the middle, your face being pushed into the leather of the seat. Lee took in

a sharp inhale as his rough hands pushed up your lilac skirt, his hands gripping your thighs. Your eyes went wide as you started to squirm but Lee was much stronger than you. Sharp stinging pain made you freeze, your breath now catching your throat before you could protest. It took your brain a second to register what just happened and before you could comment, you felt your panties getting yanked down then his hands being brought down over and over on both ass cheeks. By the time he was done with you, you were whining as tears made streaks in your makeup, your ass now radiating heat from the abuse from his big hands. He sat you back up after pulling your underwear back up, anger still on his face. "Now. What do we say, princess?" "I-I'm so sorry, She-Sheriff." You managed to get out through hiccups and sobs. "Shh. Shh. It's okay, darlin'." He pulled you against his chest as you cried, petting your back softly and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "S'okay, darlin'. I just hate it when you treat me with disrespect. Since day one you've treated me like shit. Bout time you show me some respect. I'm the law 'round here. Got that?" "Ye-Yes, Sheriff. I'm sorry, Sheriff." "I know you are. Get out. I'll be at the restaurant tomorrow for some lunch. You gonna be workin'?" You nodded and got out, answering with your voice before closing the door. Arvin walked over just in time as the deputy got back in the car and Lee drove off. He noticed your tears and instantly got pissed and protective, pulling you close in a tight hug. "What the fuck that pig do to you, Y/n? Tell me. I swear if he touched you-." "N-No. We just talked. He told me he never meant harm and-and that I was in the wrong and I am. I treated that man so poorly." You lied. "I-I just felt so bad and broke down. He hugged me and told me it's okay and that he forgives me." Arvin wasn't buying it but to not stress you out even more he just stood there holding you while whispering sweet things. His voice was soothing but it was hard to focus on it with the feeling of heat coming from your behind. "Ca-Can we go home? I want to shower, Arv." He nodded and helped you into the truck. All you wanted to do was let the hot water soothe your pain then curl up into the bed with Arvin to let your emotions melt away, not wanting to face Lee again tomorrow. All you wanted was to sleep.

[frozen-hearts-club]

Characters that I write for.

Jake Gyllenhaal

Ryan Gosling

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

Wentworth Miller

Tom Holland

Tom Hiddleston

Movies that I also write for

Prisoners, Detective David Loki

Nightcrawler, Louis Bloom

The Avengers, Steve Rogers Bucky Barnes

Place beyond the pines, Luke

Blade runner 2049, officer Kay

Arvin Russell, Lee Bodecker, Willard Russell

IT

Nocturnal animals

Brokeback mountain

Lost

The sister's brothers

There is plenty more that I write for if I didn't list what your interested in

[tom-holland-parker]

My boyfriend’s back

Summary: Arvin is out of town for a few days but when he returns and hears the news about boys making you uncomfortable he decides to take matters into his own hands

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Warning: Violence??, Creepy boys, curse words

Word count: 1185

Notes: Very unedited, it's currently 3:26AM as I write this

Masterlist

"Lee you know im dating Arvin please stop trying" you said awkwardly as you politely pushed the tall boy away from you.

"Arvin won't be in town for 2 weeks" Lee scoffed ignoring how uncomfortable he made you, "a fine lady like you needs a man to keep her satisfied, I can do just that".

You took a deep breath, Lee had been asking you out on a date since the second he heard Arvin would be out of town. Always using the same excuse, I can treat you better. When it first happened you were flattered but politely told him no, you were in love with Arvin and there was no changing that, but as the days went on Lee became more creepy and constantly made you uncomfortable. You could practically hear Arvin's voice in the back of your head telling you that you were too nice to people and you should just punch anyone who tries anything on you.

You gripped your books tighter as you took a step back from him, looking for any way out of this conversation, "Lee I'm perfectly happy with Arvin now please leave me alone" you said with a fake smile as you walked away.

As the weekend passed everything seemed to go back to normal, Lee had stopped talking to you and you could finally pass him in the halls without being put in an uncomfortable situation. It wasn't until your good friend Bonnie ran into you in the halls. A look of surprise on her face.

"Good morning Bonnie how was your weekend?" You asked as you reached for your books in your locker. "I'd much rather talk about yours," she said with a smirk.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, "what do you mean?" She chuckled, "don't act all innocent now. I heard all about you and Lee shaking the sheets this weekend. He's told everyone in school"

You eyes widened in shock, "I was home all weekend baking, I haven't spoken to Lee since friday afternoon"

Bonnie stared at you awkwardly, "that's not what Lee is saying to everyone". You looked down the hallway to where Lee and his group of friends stood. It made you furious how they were all laughing amongst themselves, as if spreading rumors like that was the best joke ever.

You slammed your locker shut as you sprinted towards him, pushing him into his locker, "i wouldn't go out with you and so you think it's funny to spread rumours about me" you screamed as everyone began to stare at you.

Lee looked around at his group of friends, "Told you she'd get mad, doesn't want anyone knowing what a dirty whore she is" he smirked as all his friends laughed.

"Awe what's wrong" his friend teased, "don't want poor Arvin to hear about how his perfect little girlfriend is actually a huge slut"

You felt tears form in your eyes as you rushed out of school, ignoring the whispered that filled the halls. You didn't know where you were going but anywhere was better than the school.

Eventually you found yourself in the middle of a meadow not too far from your house. It was a place you and Arvin hung out a lot. You laid on the ground watching as the clouds moved in the sky.

"I thought I'd find you here" you looked around in confusion when you heard your boyfriend's voice. He smiled as you stood up running towards him, "Arvin what are you doing here" you said happily as you pulled him in for a hug.

"I missed you too much so I came home early," He chuckled holding you tightly, "I was gonna surprise you at school but when I got there Bonnie said you ran out and didn't come back"

You let out a sad sigh as you pulled out returning to your spot on the ground, "I'm never going back" you said stubbornly. Arvin chuckled as he sat next to you, "you say that all the time"

You shook your head, "I can't go back. I'll die of embarrassment"

Arvin stared at you in confusion watching as you hugged your legs and stared at your shoes. It wasn't until you locked eyes with him that he noticed the redness and puffiness that only came from tears. "What's wrong Love?"

His hand moved to caress your face, instantly making you feel relaxed. You sighed, "Lee's spreading rumors about me". Arvin instantly tensed up due to his subconscious need to protect you. "What kind of rumors?"

You looked down, fearing that he'd be angry with you, "well Lee's been asking me out nonstop since you left and I kept saying no but now he's telling everyone that him and I are having sex, even though I was home alone all weekend and now the whole school thinks im a whore"

You felt new tears poured from your eyes as you thought about all the whispers from the hallway. Arvin took a deep breath as he pulled your body into his, hugging you tightly, "don't worry Darling I'll deal with it"

You pulled away, wiping the tears from your cheeks, "you're not mad at me?" He smiled wrapping his hands around your shoulders, "I could never be mad at my girl"

He kissed your forehead before getting up, "Come Darling I'll buy you some ice cream"

It took only a few minutes for you to get back to your normal self. You sat in the passenger seat humming along with the radio as you ate your ice cream. Every now and then Arvin would look out the window like he was on a hunt but you didn't mind, you were just happy to spend time with him. "Where are we going?" You ask, turning to face him. He remained quiet for a moment, "to go find that son of a bitch Lee".

You smiled, quickly kissing his cheek before turning to look out the window. It's not like Lee was hard to find, he always talked about how he would smoke with his friends behind the old farm house. Arvin parked in the deserted field before turning to you, "stay in the car I'll be right back" he muttered giving your hand a quick kiss before getting out of the car.

You nodded as you sat back, turning the volume on the radio up to drown out the sudden shouting that occurred. You expected Arvin to he quick but confusion plastered your face when you saw him dragging a bloody Lee towards the passenger window. You lowered the window and stuck your head out.

"Apologize" Arvin demanded as his grip on Lee's hair tightened

"I-I'm so s-s-sorry Y/N" he stuttered, "What I did was terrible and I promise to never utter a word to you or about you again"

Arvin threw the bloody boy to the ground before hopping back in the car and driving away. You smiled moving closer to rest your head on his shoulder, "I love you" you said as you kissed his cheek

He smiled, "I love you too"