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warnings: a lil suggestiveness but overall fluff

word count: 1.2k

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after almost an entire summer abroad, there’s no better feeling—at least for tom—than that of an empty airport at three in the morning. silence lies heavy around him, interrupted only by the occasional announcement, the clacking of suitcases rolling against the floor, and the whirring of baggage carousels turning on and off.

the feeling of utter peace and relaxation that hits tom whenever he finally comes back home becomes stronger, more overwhelming, when his phone tings loudly in his ear, where one airpod sits. he knows before he’s even pulled the device out of his jumper’s pocket that it’s you, an excited tingle spreading in his chest.

i’m in the waiting area :’)

five simple words, one endearing emoticon, and his heart feels like it’s about to burst right out of him as though it’s a rocket surging into take-off. gripping the handle of his carry-on tightly, tom shoves the phone back in his pocket and looks around him with as much enthusiasm as a dog following the scent of a feast, eyes urgently searching for the right arrows to lead him out of baggage claim and to you.

mere minutes later, he’s finally outside, breath hitching in his throat when he spots the ever so familiar yellow nirvana shirt you can’t stop “borrowing.” grin widening under his black cotton mask, tom bites his bottom lip to temper it as he hurries towards you, but it only widens when you look up from your phone at the sound of his rapidly approaching footsteps and he notices the way your mask stretches across your cheeks the same way his does.

finally within arm’s reach, tom doesn’t even utter a word. his hands find your waist with oft practiced ease, and they bring you into his chest perfectly, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, skin visible under his tee, clicking into him like a puzzle piece. your facemask scratches his throat, but he couldn’t care less, not when he at last feels your palms again his back, when he smells faint hints of your shampoo, when he squeezes you in his arms and you squeeze him right back.

“missed you,” he whispers, fingers splayed over your back like it’s an anchor.

“missed you more, tommy.” you grin, happiness hiding in the fabric of his blue and white jumper. pulling apart ever so lightly, you look up at him, all the knots in your stomach unravelling at the sight of his pretty brown eyes. you raise a hand up to his hair, twirling a few strands around your finger. “and i missed these curls, too,” you coo, “why have you been depriving me of these babies with your cursed gel?”

snorting happily, tom scrunches his nose and leans his head into your hands. “why are you speaking like the villain dude from aladdin?”

“you forgot jaffar’s name,” you gasp, looking at him with teasing shock, “we need a rewatch stat. come on, let’s get out of here so i can educate you on a land from a faraway place where the caravan camels roam.”

both of you think your smiles couldn’t get any bigger under your masks, and you run your thumb along the crinkles beside his right eye, longing so clear in your own gaze that tom’s got half a mind of ripping the cloth off your face and kissing you right in the middle of heathrow.

“let’s go, i don’t know how i’m going to wait to kiss you for an entire half hour.” he grumbles, an immense weight lifting off his chest as he intertwines your fingers and sets off towards the exit, carry-on rolling behind him.

mumbling to him that he can still kiss you in the car and that he doesn’t have to wait until you’re actually at your house to do it, you snort as tom shoots you his classic annoyed look. he snips back that it’s not a proper welcome home kiss unless we’re home, y/n and pretends to pout for much of the car ride, his grimace melting into laughter when you decide to pout back but can’t help yourself from wiggling along to the radio in your seat.

once you’re finally unlocking the door and tom sets his luggage down, he turns towards you with a big grin, one you can actually see clearly without his mask acting as a shield. for a moment, you’re tempted to let go of your teasing streak and let him get his way, until you’re reminded—nah, being a little shit would be more fun for you. as your boyfriend advances towards you, honeyed eyes soft with the promise of an impending smooch and many cuddles, you give him your best exaggerated wink.

and then you sprint.

“what the fuck?” tom yells, watching you with bewilderment as you run up the stairs towards your bedroom. “i can’t believe i flew eight hours for this crazy woman,” he mutters to himself, though a spark of adrenaline lights up in his chest.

soon enough, his socked feet are sliding against the hardwood floor as he chases after you, only for his eyebrows to furrow when he hears the sound of water from the master bathroom. oh. oh.

you’ve left the door unlocked and the window hasn’t fogged yet, giving tom a clear view of you. a very wet you. a very wet and naked you giving him a teasing smile, beckoning him over with your index after months of being apart. he nearly trips over his pants multiple times as he undresses, your giggles at his clumsiness and enthusiasm heard over the shower, before he’s finally bare enough to join you.

“you could’ve just told me you wanted to shower, instead of making me chase you around the house.” tom can’t help but be jokingly curt as he steps under the hot water, instantly starting to soothe his muscles after seemingly endless travels.

your arms slither around his waist, bringing him closer until your chests are pressed together, and he sighs under your touch. with the water running down your face, you reach up, cradling his cheek in the palm of your hand. “but wasn’t it more fun to surprise you? it sure looked like it was exciting for you when you banged your head on the sink trying to get undressed.”

“oh, shut up and kiss me.” tom rolls his eyes, his own arms coming around you as you snort, leaning up to finally connect your mouths.

tom’s lips are chapped from the cold and because he always forgets to drink enough water, but it doesn’t matter, not when it’s your first time tasting them after such a strenuous deprivation. your fingers burrow in his wet curls as tom’s tongue licks along your bottom lip before it slips along your own, a gentle whimper resounding from both of you at the contact.

you break away after a long moment, eyes fluttering open to see your love’s are still closed, lashes brushing the freckled apples of his cheeks. “there,” you whisper, dropping a faint peck on the tip of his nose, “weclome home, tommy.”

babysitting morgan w peter parker

summary: you and peter always wanted to babysit morgan

warnings: fluff, language

a/n: here’s a lil shitty headcanon cus i’m busy working on my neighborhood 🥺btw this is my gif!

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ever since peter introduced you to morgan, you absolutely love her

you first met her at peter’s 18th birthday party, where you also met the avengers

“pepper, morgan, this is my girlfriend, y/n,” peter introduced you to the both of them

“hello! it’s so nice to meet you both,” you wave, rubbing your arm out of habit

“i could say the same, glad i finally got to meet the girl who peter couldn’t keep quiet about,” pepper teased, causing you and peter to blush

“can she be my girlfriend too?” morgan looked up at the both of you with a bright smile

“but she’s-”

you interrupted peter, “of course cutie,” you ruffled her hair

she giggled and ran off to happy

“hey,” peter pouted, crossing his arms

you rolled your eyes playfully, “dork. anyways, mrs. stark, if you ever need a babysitter, i’d love to watch her,” you grinned

“babysitters,” peter chimed in, leaning on you

she chuckled, “i’ll consider it.”

so here you are with peter in front of the stark’s home, around 2pm

“i’m so excited,” peter chirps, bouncing on his heels

“i know, you brought every star wars movie to exist and a bunch of legos,” you giggle

soon pepper greets you both and lets you both inside

“so she’s a lot like her dad, very stubborn. luckily she’s not a picky eater though. try to get her in bed by at least 9pm. avoid giving her a juice pop, then she’ll never go to bed,” pepper hums

“got it,” you beam

“don’t worry, i have some tricks up my sleeves,” peter grins

“thank you so much for offering to babysit, i appreciate. happy does too, he needs the break. you know him.

“of course, mrs.stark,” you smile

“y/n please, pepper! anyways, i’ll be gone for only two nights, quick business. you two, please no sex,” she warns, glaring at us playfully

you instantly flush and shake your head furiously, “of course not.”

“i-i think i heard morgan call me,” peter stammers and walks off

“i’m just teasing. have fun you two, thank you!” she grabs her things and leaves

morgan’s reaction to seeing the both of you is hilarious

“hi there morgan!” peter squats down holding his arms out

“my girlfriend!” she squeals and runs over to you, hugging your legs

you laugh softly and lean down to hug her back

peter looks at you and morgan with his mouth wide open, “i- i am hurt.”

after peter introduced star wars to morgan, she didn’t want to stop watching

the three of you cuddled close on the couch, watching the empire strikes back

morgan’s in between the both of you, focusing on the movie

then a couple movies later you and morgan knocked out, with her head on your lap and your head on the side of the couch

“hey you two, i made some food if you’re hungry,” peter says in a hushed tone, poking the two of you

“food?” morgan yawns sitting up, rubbing her eye

you shift slightly and stir awake, “huh?”

after eating the semi-burnt eggos and fruit peter kindly prepared for snack, the three of you hang out in the backyard

“three, two, one! ready or not, here i come!” you call out, looking around for morgan

eventually you find morgan and pick up, spinning her around, “gotcha!” you say making her giggle

peter leans against the sliding doors, watching in adoration

you hold her close and tickle her sides, you feel his stare and look up, “what?”

“oh nothing,” he hums softly

later on the three of you make pizza together

“PETER!” you scold as he accidentally threw the dough onto the ceiling while trying to spin it

morgan giggles and peter cringes slightly, “sorry!”

“i’ll handle the dough, you two do the toppings,” you shake your head, “you better clean that later.”

“yes mom,” peter groans making you roll your eyes in a playful matter

surprisingly the pizza you all made wasn’t that bad

“alright princess, it’s getting late. you ready for a bath?” you walk over to her room while peter does the dishes

she places down her toys and nods

soon after you bathe her you put her to bed, which wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be

you walk over to peter who’s sitting on the couch, putting together some legos

“hi,” you sit next to him, kissing his cheek

“y’know, you’re going to be an amazing mom one day,” he puts down his legos and looks at you

your eyes soften, “and you’re going to be an amazing dad one day,” you whisper, leaning towards him

he smiles and holds your cheek, kissing you deeply. you pull him closer but feel him tense

“boo!” you hear a squeaky voice from behind the couch

you jump slightly but peter laughs quietly, already knowing she’s there

“morgan, sweetie,” you sigh 

“look what i found,” she stands up, her father’s helmet on her face

peter’s heart clenches at the sight, “your mom’s right when she says you’re a lot like your dad,” he murmurs

you smile sadly rubbing his arm gently, looking at him with empathy

she jumps onto the couch and hugs peter, “i know.”

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Hi, could you maybe do something where Peter finds out that the reader thinks she's ugly and he just doesn't believe her because he has such a huge crush on her? I love your work

thank you! This is a bit of a mess and so random? Whskshsjshsns

Okay say it with me. “I am hot.” Thank you for coming to my ted talk- okay but also, “My looks are the least interesting thing about me.” Okay now you can go on mwah

But pls you do not need any man to think you’re hot for you to actually be hot. buuuuut i guess Peter can give you a little nudge in the right direction <3 because I know you're hot and you deserve to see it too

warnings: idk well insecure!reader (but she doesn’t wanna admit that she cares about how she looks) lmao?, the reader calling herself ug*y and believing it :(

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You and Peter are watching some old trashy comedy. It’s a cold Friday afternoon and you didn’t know what else to do.

Currently, in typical 2000s fashion, the conventionally un-attractive character is being made fun of.

“Oh he’s like me,” with a smile, you point at the guy on screen, pausing it for a second.

“In what way?” Peter asks, confusion painted across his face.

“Ugly,” you simply say.

Peter laughs and you press play again.

He looks over at you and realises you’re not laughing. He pauses the film, “Wait. Was that a joke?”

“You’ve seen my face, right?”

“I have. And it’s not ugly at all.”

You roll your eyes, “You don’t have to say that, I wasn’t fishing for compliments, I was just... joking.”

“So saying you’re ugly was a joke? Right?”

“No but.. just forget it,” you sigh at Peter misinterpreting your words. You were simply acknowledging a similarity with a character, not trying to make him think you were looking for compliments.

You press the space key to start the film again but Peter presses it again to stop it.

“No you... you think you’re ugly?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “But it’s fine. Don’t worry. I’m not defined by my looks. I’m smart, I’m funny, I’m kind, that’s all way more important.”

“Yeah it is, of course it is. But do you think I talked to you first day of college because I thought you were going to be smart and funny and kind?”

“I don’t know, I do think I look approachable,” you frown. You were under the impression you looked nice and friendly.

“Yes, you’re approachable because you’re beautiful. Well, intimidatingly beautiful, but I’ve always been an optimistic guy.”

“I don’t really know where this is going.”

“I just can’t believe you think you’re ug— I don’t even want to say that.”

“I promise I wasn’t fishing for—“

“I know you weren’t. Look, I don’t want to make things awkward between us two but I can’t stand that you think you’re anything other than extremely attractive.

“I’ve had a crush on you since the first time I saw you. And yes, you’re kind and intelligent and funny and that has all made me even more attracted to you but I came up to you and talked to you because I thought you were hot. And I still think you’re hot, you become hotter every time you say something, except for that one word right now, or every time look at me.”

You let his words sink in and look away, “Oh,” you can’t help but smile a little, “Well... thanks.”

“You don’t believe me,” Peter states, sitting up now.

“I do it’s just... surprising. That someone I like would also likes me back even though I’m so ug—”

“Don’t say that about yourself. If you say negative things about yourself you’ll start believing it. Even if it starts as a joke, your subconscious can’t tell the difference. Please, at least stop calling yourself that.

“I mean I know you don’t need me telling you that you’re beautiful, we all have our insecurities and I don’t want to tell you what to feel but... I can’t believe you’re questioning my taste in women.”

“What do you mean?” you pull your eyebrows together, still trying to believe that he actually likes you.

“I like the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, and you’re calling her this negative word. It’s insulting,” he says it with a look that lets you know he’s not really thinking about how this is making him feel. He cares about how you feel.

You try to hide your growing smile but you can’t, “Sorry to burst your bubble but she’s not as hot as you seem to think—“

He interrupts you by (gently) grabbing your face, his fingers on your jaw, thumb by your chin and he angles your face so you’re looking him straight in the eyes. “Please. Don’t talk about her like that. Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

You’re silent for a moment, not knowing what to say so you decide to keep up your act, “Aw. Does that hurt your feelings?”

“Yes, actually. I know looks aren’t everything. And if you don’t care about how you look that’s okay. But we can’t have you walking around thinking you’re unattractive.”

You still don’t agree with him, but you can’t think straight when he’s so close, his hand still on your face. You catch him looking at your lips and you realise your own eyes wandering down to look at his.

You lean up and give him a short kiss.

“I guess I...” you pull away, “I’m cute,” you make a face right after, “No, that still doesn’t sound right.”

He licks his lips and you see he’s still processing that you just kissed him and suddenly you can’t tell if it’s good or bad.

“Sorry,” you say.

“For what?” He smiles.

“Kissing you.”

“I just told you I like you. You just fulfilled a wish I’ve had for months. I don’t know why you’re apologising.”

“Okay. I like you too by the way.” You said it earlier but you think he was too busy calling you hot to properly realise.

He grins and this time you let yourself smile too, but you suddenly feel shy and can’t look at him anymore.

“Should we uh...” your finger is already resting on your keyboard, about to press play.

“Yeah just.. I don’t want to overstep or anything. I know some people don’t care about how they look and it’s okay if you don’t agree with me about being the hottest woman I know, and don’t get me wrong you’re so much more than just hot.

“And I’d still like you even if you weren’t as attractive because you have an amazing personality and that’s what matters. It’s okay if you’re neutral about the way you look, but actively saying those negative things about you can’t be good for your self esteem. I’m not trying to tell you what to do, I just don’t want you to suffer.”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let a man tell me what to do anyway,” you grin, rolling your eyes, “I know you have good intentions.”

“Yeah,” he says, thinking while silence settles between you for a bit.

“I don’t have to bring it up anymore because I don’t want you to think that that’s all I care about. You might not agree but I think you’re beautiful. I’m not saying it matters greatly but it’s simply a fact to me that I like how you look.”

“God, if you keep saying that I look good I might start believing it.”

The crinkles return to his eyes as he smiles again, “I might let it slip once or twice a day then. Or an hour. You’re hot. Oops, sorry.”

You giggle, lightly slapping his arm “Stop.”

“I bet you’ve never seen how pretty you look when you smile like that. And I bet you’d agree with me if you could see.”

Your eyes find his, “C’mere.” You take his chin between your fingers and kiss him again, letting your lips linger on his for a bit while your heart beats wildly in your chest. “Thank you,” you say, noticing how you feel better after Peter’s motivating words.

“I think you’re quite cute too by the way,” you tell him.

“Too?” He teases, “So you’re starting to see what I’m talking about huh?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, slapping his chest this time. You happen to look into the mirror across your room and see your own smile. “Maybe I am”, you whisper.

Peter holds your hand as you finally watch the film and you can’t help but replay Peter’s words in your head every time you smile. You’re already starting to feel a little bit better about yourself.

if i had a dollar for every time they paused or continued the film—

(gotta do some positive affirmations now so my brain knows it was just fiction and I don’t actually believe anything the reader says about herself hskshskjs)

hi love! i saw ur taking reqs for flufftober!! this actually my first time asking something so pls correct me if i use my terms wrong hihi :> kind of my first time using tumblr!! so could i request kissing prompts no. 1 and 2 ? but before the prompts could you make it start like where a reader and arvin are dates to prom, but when reader arrives, some girl is trying to take him or like dance with him when he clearly doesnt want to? then reader runs out of the venue and she stays under the stars where arvin finds her then the kissing prompts ? hehe i love arvin so much its making me crazy 😩

❀ what moonlight can do ❀

omg this is my first time writing for arvin. wack & very overdue. i listened to what a little moonlight can do by crystal gayle, felt like it fits the vibe & era of a prom way back when lmao feel free to give it a listen while reading :’)

prompts: (1) kissing your lover’s knuckle before a dance + (2) during the dance’s climax, you and your lover lock eyes, and your lips meet.

↳ established couple, arvin can emote we love to see it, very shy & socially anxious y/n for all my fellow anxious bitches

content tags: smoking, fluffy angst, light themes of body image issues & insecurities.

word count: 2k damn i obviously have feelings for this man

flufftober drabbles (requests are closed!)

ooh, what a little moonlight can do ooh, what a little moonlight can do to you you're in love your heart's fluttering all day long

the air is stuck in your chest. with your hand pressed to your stomach, you can feel it moving up and down—you know you’re technically breathing, but your throat can’t stop constricting.

you weren’t planning on going to prom. when the topic first came up between you and your boyfriend, you were sitting in his car, parked on the side of a rarely used autoroute. the radio was off, only because you insisted on arvin not letting the car run and waste gas just to listen to music. he relented in the end, only to begin humming your favourite song with a cheesy smile, eyes focused on the view out of embarrassment instead of meeting yours.

“did lenora tell you about prom?” you asked, slowly running you your finger over his knuckles. 

arvin hummed, rolling the window down a little more so you can enjoy the early summer breeze. “she mentioned it, yeah. you thinkin’ of going?”

a snort tumbled out of you without your knowledge, and you shook your head, tracing over his wrist. “nah, it’s not really my type of scene.” you trailed off, nerves suddenly washing over you. “why? you interested?”

he was leaning against the headrest, hair tousled and eyes closed in the most restful you’d ever seen him. at your coy question, though, one of his eyes cracked open. arvin glanced at you, cheeks tinged while he tried to gauge your expression before he finally said, “if you want to, i’d go. go anywhere for you, y/n/n.”

it was pretty hard to say no after that.

and now, here you are, feeling like your heart is about to jump right out of your mouth with how violently it’s beating. if it were just you and arvin enjoying a night of music and dressing up for each other, you wouldn’t be nearly as nervous. it’s not the thought of him that’s making anxiety curdle in your stomach like rotten milk—far from it. if anything, knowing he’s waiting for you only a few steps away is the only thing that’s holding you together.

it’s them. not unlike arvin’s little sister, you’re very much a quiet, nearly invisible figure among your classmates. it wasn’t much different when arvin was roaming the school hallways at the same time as you before he dropped out. back then, you weren’t very close, but it’s not like he’s oblivious of your unease in public spaces.

regardless, you know that tonight means a great deal to him, even if he hasn’t said it out loud. lenora recounted to you her brother’s excitement while he was figuring out what to wear for your prom, and the mere idea of your tough, impenetrable man trying on outfits for his family to judge was enough to make you melt. i have to get through this, you think to yourself. for arvin, who’s never asked for anything. for arvin, who simply wants to enjoy one night of normalcy and lightheartedness with you.

taking a deep breath, you cross the street to reach the school, heartbeat thumping in your ears. the streets are crowded, students hanging outside, smoking and talking together, before entering the party. if you can even call it a party. it’s held in the school’s lousy excuse of a gym, which is nothing but a large room with slippery floors and only one window. at least the doors are somewhat decorated, a very enthusiastic bright purple banner hanging across it.

your hands are completely shaking when you push them open and walk in, wincing as you get used to the music. to your utter surprise, people seem to be enjoying themselves; a rare sight in your small town. girls in puffy dresses and extravagant hairdos, boys in ill-fit suits and gelled-back hair. in the middle of it all, your eyes finally land on arvin, standing with his back against the wall near the refreshments table.

he looks so much better than you could have imagined. black trousers cinch in his waist, the legs a little too long for him, rolled up so they don’t drag on the floor. tucked into his pants is a crisp white shirt, one of the many he has, but cleaned to perfection. he’s topped the look off with a navy blazer that he keeps fiddling with, and you can already clock his cigarette pack and lighter in the breast pocket.

you feel a little underdressed, although you’re in the fanciest dress you’ve ever worn. despite the short notice and you thinking you weren’t going to step foot in the gymnasium, you were able to scrounge up all your savings to spend on a white dress. it stops a smidge above your knees, with lace around the sleeves and the hem. you felt a little embarrassed about the somewhat excessive neckline, making you cross and uncross your arms over your chest with nerves.

arvin hasn’t noticed you yet, probably because your feet feel glued to the ground near the door, like your body simply refuses to venture further into the sea of people. right as you clench your fists and decide to take the first step forward, your breath hitches in your throat as you watch someone walk towards your boyfriend.

she’s gorgeous is your first thought. the second one is not as kind. you recognise her after blinking a few times; her name is belinda “belle” fletcher, she shares a few ap courses with you and is rumoured to be the valedictorian for your graduating class. knots form in your stomach as you see her stand beside arvin, one hand running through her silky, strawberry blonde hair and the other pointing back towards her group of friends.

arvin is expressionless as she talks to him, only for a scowl to break his face when she grabs his hands with her own, laughing loudly as she moves their interlocked palms. you can only imagine she’s asking him to dance with the way she’s swinging, hair flying around her.

you can’t find it in you to watch anymore. tears clouding your vision, you exhale shakily before turning around on your heels, pushing through a few people near the door so you can exit. the walk out of school and towards the grounds is a blur of tears, regret and annoyance. you shouldn’t have run away. no, if you were more confident, if you were more confident and free like arvin—like what arvin deserves in a girlfriend, you would have walked right over to him and pushed that girl away. if you were better, prettier, more courageous and interesting, you would have kissed him in front of everyone and danced the night away.

instead, your makeup—well, just mascara—is smeared from your crying and your feet hurt. it’s colder outside than you remember it being, now that you’ve exchanged your anticipation and anxiety for self-inflicted heartbreak. you feel like you’re hearing your own name whispered by the wind until you realise it’s arvin, his figure running towards you, getting bigger and bigger as he speeds from the school building.

“y/n,” he pants when he reaches you, “what was that?”

bottom lip trembling, you can only look away from him, rubbing your arms around yourself to fend from the chilly breeze. in the darkness of the night, only the moonlight illuminates both your faces.

“y/n.” arvin repeats, stepping forward so there’s practically no space between you. one of his hands cups your cheek, thumb wiling a tear off from under your eye, while the other reaches for your hip. “darlin’, why are you crying? what’s? did somebody say something to you in there, because i swear i’ll—”

“no.” you finally manage to utter, shaking your head and breaking out of his hold. “no, i’m what’s wrong.” his eyebrows furrow with confusion, sparking more anger in your chest. “i’m not pretty like none of those girls. i don’t have the money to buy a fashionable dress—i bought this from an old neighbour and tried to fix it for myself, but it’s still nothing compared to them. i can’t pull off any hairdos and i don’t have any makeup and i’m not that smart or—or funny or interesting. you don’t deserve to spend your new shot at prom with someone like me. you deserve so much more, arvin.”

he’s stayed quiet throughout your entire rant, lips pressed into a thin line and hard eyes watching tears cascade from yours as you hiccup and spit the words out like poison. when you’re done, he still doesn’t speak, until the weight of your speech hangs heavy in the air around you.

“you done?” arvin asks, waiting for your shy nod. “i want you to listen to me very carefully now.” he closes the distance between you again, both hands coming up to cradle your face. “i love you. i love you so damn much, y/n, that it’s terrifying sometimes. and i don’t give a damn about dresses and hairstyles, doll. you would still knock the breath right out of me if you were wearing a bag of flour.”

at his exasperated confession, you can’t help but let out a teary giggle, making him smile. arvin taps your nose with the tip of his own, the tension dissipating little by little.

“you’re so beautiful, darlin’. you shine. your warmth and care, your intelligence that you always undermine, your kindness and your laugh. everything about you is beautiful.” he whispers, even though there’s no one around. your foreheads are pressed together now, and you let your eyes flutter closed. “you’re right, i don’t deserve to be with you tonight. you are so far out of my league, it shocks everyone in this fucking town that you choose to be with me, to love me. but i’m grateful you do. i’m lucky you do. and i wouldn’t wanna be with nobody else, doll.”

looking up at him, you slowly place your palms over his hands, feeling a buzz in your chest when arvin smiles at the gesture and presses a kiss to the space between your eyebrows.

“i do,” you say, a few of your fingers running through his slicked back hair. “i love you so much, arvin.”

his grin widens, a sight that only you are awarded, and his hands drop to your waist. “well then, would ya keep making me lucky and dance with me, darlin’?”

“there’s no music, dumny.” you giggle, but you still place one hand on his shoulder and let him interlock your other with his own, his lips puckering into a kiss on your knuckles before your fingers interlock.

“we’ll make our own music, baby.” arvin pulls you closer and begins swaying to a silent rhythm, before his lips brush the corner of your lips, your cheek, and your ear. he starts humming a familiar tune, drawing another laugh out of you, and you rest your head against his sturdy chest. a stop startles you, and you look up at him, only for his lips to descend on yours.

you have to force yourself not to smile too wide so you don’t ruin the kiss, so you don’t disrupt the gentle, passionate movement of his thin lips with your own. arvin kisses you like your love can stretch this night out to last forever, like the song he continues to hum in your ear when you break apart will never end.

you can't resist him

and all you'll say

when you have kissed him is

“ooh, what a little moonlight can do”