𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

You're All I Want - 𝐀.𝐑

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer mrs-hollandstan on Tumblr

https://mrs-hollandstan.tumblr.com/post/632533203317571584/youre-all-i-want-arvin-russell

Parings → Arvin Russell x Reader

Warnings →angstttttt, breakups, mentions of murder, mentions of suicide, language, mild fighting, smoking, mention of cancer

Summary → Arvin tells you about his past which doesn't go well but later it's goes right.

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When this dark haired, dark eyed cutie rolled into your town, you were initially entranced. He had the cutest little Midwestern accent and paired it with charm. He called you "Miss" for the most part until you convinced him to call you by your name. By that time, just opening your mouth made him blush like a little schoolboy.

You soon realized that he was coming into the diner, sitting on the same stool at the bartop, just to see you, to talk to you. Sure, you knew he was living nearby, a newcomer in town with no one else to talk to, but you found yourself intrigued by this young, sweet boy who didn't go a night without ordering at least a coffee from you, sometimes late after his own shifts at work. And soon, he knew he had you when you were accompanying him back to his place, a small apartment on the outskirts of town, not far from the diner.

"Sorry... its a bit of a mess." He murmurs as he nudges the door open, immediately diving for a few dirty pieces of clothing to put in the hamper just inside his bedroom door. You smile as you close the door behind you and wait patiently on the small piece of tile around the door,

"That's alright. It smells nice in here though."

"Oh yeah, there's a cherry candle in the... nevermind." He trails off. You giggle,

"I'm not in much better condition. This... dress has shake mix all over it." You mutter, brushing the bright pink garment at your knees. Arvin stands before you, hands tucked in his pockets with a smile,

"I don't mind that. You still look beautiful." He tells you, immediately blushing as his words escape him again. He swallows, blinking at you. He opens his mouth but you hold a hand up,

"Please don't apologize. It's endearing Arvin, really. I think... you're like the only guy I've ever known that I really like hearing say that." His eyes sparkle as he closes his mouth,

"Really?" You nod,

"Yeah."

After this, he's never shied away from telling you what he's thinking when it comes to what he thinks and feels about you. Especially when you sit at the edge of his tiny bed, looking at a planner or notebook, pen cap between your teeth as he lays beside you, flipping through TV channels or reading the paper. The two of you were like a little married couple.

"Baby... I gotta tell you somethin'." He admits one night when he's over at your apartment. He had planned this so when, not if, you kicked him out, it could be on your own terms, the ball in your court, and he hadn't cornered you with such an admittance in his own apartment. You smile in the bathroom mirror at him,

"Yes?" He leans against the doorway with a sigh, hands tucked in his pockets,

"I wanna be completely honest with you so it'll... break your heart less since we haven't been seein' each other that long, if you're too hurt by what I'm gonna tell ya. So we haven't been together that long and you can... move on quicker."

"Arvin, you're scaring me. Don't tell me you're married and got a baby back in Virginia." You say with a small laugh to break the tension. But his features don't change as he shakes his head,