𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✔️

dating arvin russell would include

word count: 1.1k long head canon whoops

warnings: fluff, kissin', maybe some language and violence, doesn't contain spoilers

a/n: this is just personally how i see arvin 🥺

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- it would be one damn mess

- a hot mess

- but also a good one of course

- he's very

- very

- protective™️

- so you'd constantly make sure to remind him

- "arvin," you mutter warningly, grabbing his arm

- "them boys kept lookin' at your skirt when you bent down damnit-" he breathes out, looking down at you

- "it's not the right time," you place a hand on his cheek and turn his face towards yours

- he calms down in an instant and inhales deeply. "i know, i know," he grumbles

- though there'd be times you couldn't hold him back

- hit after hit after hit

- you flinched at the sound of his fist connecting with that scum's face

- arvin let him go and walked off to his car, with you following close he drove off quickly, breathing heavily

- you stared at him, your eyes laced with nothing but concern

- "you alright darlin'?" he muttered, keeping his eyes on the road

- "yeah are you?" you brushed your fingers against his bruised fist

- "m' of course. swear, there's no good sons of bitches out there. fuckin' touch my girl like that. i could've just-"

- "arvin."

- "but baby-"

- "arvin, thank you. but," you leaned over and kissed the shell of his ear. "i'm fine now. i'm safe. i'm with you. okay?"

- he sighed deeply, "okay."

- the two of you would teach each other new things every day

- there were times you'd try to show him how to bake

- emphasis, try

- "goddamnit!" arvin grunted, throwing the dough onto the cutting board

- "relax lover, like this. let me show you," you got behind him and wrapped your arms around his frame. you took his hands and slowly kneaded the dough. "see you got it," you hummed softly

- a small smile appeared on his face as you did so, "y' know. you remind me of my mama sometimes."

- your heart soared when you heard him say that, "is that so?"

- "mhm, she'd always show me how to cook or bake. never had the patience for it though."

- "well, now you do. i hope."

- "yep."

- and sometimes he'd tried to teach you how to fight

- you both breathed out heavily

- he looked at you as you lied down beneath him, noticing a smirk grow on his lips

- "wipe that damn smirk off y' lips russell. i'm trying okay?" you sat up