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⤏ late night drives lead to late night confessions.

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lucky stars

pairing: joshua bassett x reader

synopsis: late night drives lead to late night confessions.

word count: 1.1k

a/n: inspired by a lovely dream i had of this man :p hope you love it as much as i do! <33 p.s. i’m counting on y’all to get the reference

josh:

"hey! i miss you :p wanna go for a drive?"

seeing the message flash across your screen, you smile, replying with a simple,

"ofc! <3"

joshua had just arrived home from filming. moments alone with your best friend became a rarity, taking any chance you could to hang out.

happy to leave the comfort of your home, you hurry to get ready. your mind races as you think about what adventure you will get into tonight. car rides late at night have become a tradition of some sort for you and josh.

it was these car rides you missed most. car rides that consisted of you both singing as loud as you could. car rides that sparked countless inside jokes. car rides that made you fall in love with your best friend.

like a fanfic trope, you had fallen in love with your best friend. but unlike all those fics you've read, you were almost certain your best friend reciprocated your feelings. lingering touches here and there, frequent compliments, and oh so much more only validated your feelings.

these thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a notification coming from your phone.

"i'm here :)"

darting your way to your front door, you make sure to do a mental check for everything you need. anxiously, you take a deep breath and open the door.

your breath hitches as you see joshua, leaning against his parked car with his arms stretched out and a smile adorning his face. fumbling with your keys, eager to be in his arms again, you try your best to lock the door. once accomplished, you rush over to your curly-headed friend.

wrapping your arms securely around his neck, you let out a muffled "i missed you, joshy."

"happy to be back." hearing his voice for the first time in months filled you with delight. it was relieving having him in your arms again.

reluctantly pulling away, josh gently brushes his hand over your cheek, the action making you burn up.

"ready to go?" he asks with a gentle smile.

"always."

opening the passenger door, he helps you settle in. and as you wait for him to get in, your eyes wander over the interior of the car. that was until you spotted franklin in the back seat, seatbelt secured snuggly around the stuffed teddy's tummy.

you quietly laugh to yourself as joshua opens his door and takes a seat.

"what?" he asks as he follows your gaze. he laughs along with you once realizing.

"what? he missed you and wanted to come along with us." he whines.

"oh, i'm sure he did." you lightly tease.

after driving in comfortable silence for a couple minutes, you speak up "so, where are you taking us tonight, bassett?"

"uhh i thought we'd do a little stargazing. y'know, like old times." he looks over to give you the sweetest smile imaginable. his smile alone makes you melt into your seat.

"but it's only been three months." you respond with confusion.

"yeah, but it felt like an eternity without you."

oh the things this man does to you.

needing music to still your mind, you settle on harry styles. this prompts the two of you to sing along softly, all while sneaking loving glances at each other.

after some time of driving through random neighborhoods, joshua pulls up to a small grass field. after turning the car off, josh turns to you to say "lemme go get the blanket and we'll go, yeah?"

"okay," you nod, "but i'm bringing franklin."

"he would love nothing more." he says with a playful look before getting out of the car. as you reach for the handle, you find joshua has already opened the car door for you. flustered due to his manners, you whisper a meek "thank you."

on his way to the trunk, he opens the door leading to the backseat. smiling at josh's attentiveness, you quickly unbuckle franklin.

"ready?" josh asks, already standing beside you.

"yeah, are you?"

"always."

closing the door, josh places a hand on the small of your back, leading you over to the edge of the field. once he was satisfied with the spot, he haphazardly unravels the large blanket. after a couple seconds of watching him struggle adorably, you decide to help him flatten it out.

he gestures to the blanket, “after you.”

with a smile playing on your lips, you question him, "why are you being sweeter than usual, joshua?" you take a seat, setting franklin on your lap.

he takes a seat next to you, leaving little space between you.

"i've just missed you is all." he says as he wraps his arms tightly around your shoulders. you let playful groans as he does so.

"you're gonna make me squish franklin." you pout.

"he doesn't mind."

pulling away, you both look up. a blanket of dazzling stars cover the night sky. he picked a lovely night to go out.

"y'know, while i was out there filming," he starts, "i made sure to look up at the stars every night. and there was this one star, one star that would shine brighter than all the others."

you turn your head to look at him. his eyes, like the heavenly bodies above, twinkle.

he laughs lightly to himself, continuing, "and sometimes, after those long, stressful days, i would talk to this star. i would pour my heart out, wishing and thanking that singular star. and after some time, that star became my lucky star."

he turns you to, a gentle smile planted on his lips.

"i thanked my lucky star for you every night i was away."

your breath hitches, mind not preparing you for his words.

"i wished for you to be mine."

your heart pounds against your chest as you relay your words, "well, i think you should thank your lucky star again," you smile warmly, "because i'm gladly yours."

hand once again coming up to your face, josh gently cups your cheek. he takes a second to glance down from your eyes to your lips.

"are you alright with this?"

"of course i am."

it the gentlest kiss you've had, somehow not lacking any bit of desire. it was everything you could have wished for with years of uncertainty washing away with this one kiss. thinking about pulling away was just dreadful.

then suddenly, a stuttering hiss could be heard, followed by a light mist washing over you. pulling away from each other quickly, you two assess the situation. damn sprinklers.

you throw your head back in laughter, your mind immediately going to a certain movie, as josh scrambles to his feet.

"this feels familiar." you chuckle as you take the hand he's offered.

"now you have to giggle uncontrollably while we awkwardly run through the sprinklers" he teases.

grabbing onto your waist to steady you, josh pulls you into his chest.

"we could," you suggest, "or we can kiss again?"

he smirks, "yeah, let's do that."

exchanging more needy kisses throughout the night, you can't help but thank your lucky stars for your darling boy.

last night

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

synopsis: peter makes the morning after unforgettable.

word count: 0.5k

warnings: mentions of sex, kinda suggestive?

a/n: this is the cutest thing i've written i want to vomit :p pretend morning breath does not exist here p.s. cocky peter is the loml <33

waking up to the sound of a car horn blaring couldn't phase you this morning. and as you flutter your eyes open, you find yourself tangled up in your sheets with peter, who was currently sound asleep. a glimmer of sunlight streams through the curtains, illuminating peter's chestnut curls. light purple bruises strewn across his neck serve as an instant reminder of what happened the night before.

your suited boyfriend had stumbled through your window in the late hours of the night. the only words that could fall from his mouth were those reminding you of how he could not stop thinking of you while on patrol. and after many insistent and heated kisses, you and peter decided to give in to your desires for the first time since you started dating.

and now, the morning after, you lay clad in one of the many sweaters he's left, staring at your snoozing lover.

"take a picture, yeah?" peter's lightly chukles as he pulls you to his chest. slightly startled at his sudden consciousness, you look up to find his eyes sleepily gazing at you. a sheepish grin plays upon your lips as memories of his tenderness flood through your mind.

you begin to pepper feathery kisses over his chest, wanting to subtly thank him for last night. peter’s hands, once planted on your waist, now slide down to softly squeeze your bum.

"what do you want to do today, pretty girl?" you now burrow your face further into his chest, flustered under his words.

"mmm," your voice muffled, "stay here?"

pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, he responds with, "sounds good."

wanting to stare at your boyfriend a little longer, you decide to pull away to prop your head up with your arm. and for the first time since last night, you make proper eye contact with your darling boy. a shit-eating grin slowly forms on peter's face. you couldn't help but follow his stupid action.

this man.

he slowly takes in his view, a familiar keenness filling peter's eyes. "what're you thinking about, pete?

"i only dreamed of calling you mine just a couple months ago," he starts, "and now you're laying here in my clothes, totally fucked."

"peter!" you groan, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

"c'mere." his hands come up to pull you toward him once again. his fingertips slide up to the middle of you back, drawing patterns into your warm skin. this alone makes you arch into him.

"yanno, you're kinda sweet when you're half asleep."

scattering delicate kisses across your neck, he mumbles, "mhm, i'm always sweet." his breath fanning over your skin drives you crazy.

quickly growing tired of the teasing, you push peter back down, into the mattress. swinging your leg over the boy, you straddle his lap. you bend down, stopping just before reaching his lips, "i love you." but before he could get a word out, your lips are already on his. a pleasant warmth washing over you as the kiss grows hungry. teeth almost clashing as he grabs for your ass.

"fuck, baby." peter whines.

after a couple more moans from both you and pete, you slow down, now softly pecking at his lips.

"god, you're beautiful." he murmurs against your lips. flustered once again, you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

"so," he sighs, "how was last night?", asking as nonchalantly as he could.

you swear you could hear the smugness on his face.

"i don't remember. remind me again, parker?"

Sticky Affair [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary/request: could you write something where pete comforts the reader after her bf cheated on her 🥺 (if you’re comfortable with that!) and the she realises there might be more than just friendship with peter? 👀

warnings: cheating, mentions of sex, let me know if i missed something?? wyekshshsg, they don’t (yet) get together in the end but there might be some feelings yk, this is literally just him comforting her, lol i definitely focussed on the first part of the request

word count: 2.4k

thank you so much @ Sparkles for the [amazing + spider-man themed :) ] title <3

A Week Ago

You’re still around the corner from Ned’s room, listening to the conversation while you take off your shoes and your coat.

“I’m glad she’s alone today. Max is so disgusting and mean and manipulative and she doesn’t even see it,” Ned rants. You don’t think he’s aware that you can hear him loud and clear.

“We don’t know what goes on behind closed doors,” Peter says, “she knows what she’s doing.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t talking shit about him the other day,” Ned scoffs.

“Honestly I think it’s all just pheromones. He’s an athlete, he sweats a lot,” MJ says and you can hear the humor in her voice as she goes on to complain about straight relationships.

“Hey. Who’re you guys talking about?” You ask as you finally join them.

“Oh um um,” Ned starts, looking at Peter with wide eyes.

“Just my cousin’s new boyfriend,” MJ shrugs.

Peter smiles at you but there’s guilt in his eyes. You know they were talking about you and Max.

At least Peter was trying to defend you. You huff as you sit down. And they still wonder why you don’t hang out with them that much anymore - it’s not the first time you’ve caught them talking about your relationship behind your back.

But they’re still your friends after all, and after a few more minutes you know why you love them so much. And while they should learn to mind their own business sometimes, you wouldn’t want to lose any of them.

Today

You accept the humiliation with slumped shoulders and hot tears in your eyes as you send the message to the group chat, asking who’s home and if you can come over.

Peter answers within ten seconds, telling you you can come to his place.

Your eyes now red, mascara smudged and in need of a tissue and maybe some nose spray, you show up at Peter’s door.

Peter has been your best friend for years, and you’ve seen him at his lowest as well, but you still feel embarrassed when the tears just won’t stop flowing. Concern written all over his face, he lets you in immediately.

“He… he…” you try to explain but you can’t talk with the massive lump in your throat. Peter has his arms wrapped around you in seconds, and with your face pressed against your shoulder you finally let out the sobs.

“He cheated on me,” you whisper after a few minutes when your breathing has calmed down.

Peter feels his chest tighten. He wants to cry. How could anyone do that to you? You’re the last person on earth who deserves to be cheated on.

May comes in while you’re still standing in the hallway and before you even realise she’s there, Peter softly tells her, “Not now, May.”

You lift your head at the mention of her name, and say “Hi.”

“Oh sweetheart, what happened?”

All you can do is shake your head and bury your face back into Peter’s soft hoodie.

“You want to go to my room?” Peter asks, and with your hand in his you go there, but you smile at May, knowing she’s there for you too if you need her.

You sit down on Peter’s bed where he joins you. “Sorry,” you rub your eyes and try to clear your vision from all the tears, “I don’t want to ruin your night.”

“You’re not ruining my night. I’m here for you,” he breathes, hand on your back.

He passes you a tissue and lets you sniffle and cry until you’re calm again.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You nod, but as you take a deep breath to start your sentence a sob is caught in your throat. You look at Peter, at your best friend, but even he can’t help you as tears pool in your eyes again. He wraps his arms around you nevertheless and holds your hand; he feels bad that it’s all he can give you at the moment but you truly don’t know what you’d do without him.

After a few more minutes of crying and clinging on to Peter for dear life, you hear a sniffle that isn’t yours.

You turn your head to see a tear travelling down Peter’s face which he quickly wipes away when he notices you looking, “Sorry it’s just- I hate seeing you like this. I hate that he did this to you.”

For the first time in hours, you smile, remembering how much Peter loves you. You squeeze his hand that had gotten sweaty from holding yours so long and let go of him.

“Um…” you clear your throat to test if you have your voice back yet.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready to talk yet,” he says, “Do you want some water?”

You nod and he hands you a water bottle from next to his bed. You drink nearly all of it and you already feel a tiny bit better. “Let me clean this mess on my face,” you say and go to the bathroom to wash your face.

The fresh water feels good against your skin, and God knows your body needs all the hydration it can get after bawling your eyes out for so long.

When you’ve washed away the remnants of your makeup, your eyes are still red and puffy, but you feel a little fresher. You go back to Peter’s room where he’s got more water and tissues ready as well as some cozy pyjamas you always used to leave here for sleepovers. You haven’t had one of those in months and there’s a foreign but pleasant feeling in your tummy when you think of spending all day and night with Peter, sleeping in the same bed, all cuddled up…. you’re probably just all over the place from your break up though. Peter is your friend. Nothing more.

Peter doesn’t force you to tell him anything, but you figure the sooner you get it out and talk about it, the better.

With surprising ease, you just let it all out while Peter intently listens.

“So I was going to go to visit Max today at four, but I was already in his area to go shopping half an hour earlier and it wouldn’t have made sense to go back home only to come back a few minutes later. Then I went to his and I would’ve just waited outside but the front door was open and I went up to his apartment.

“Just as I reached his floor, I saw this woman. They were saying goodbye to each other and he’d told me that he had family over a few days ago so I thought…” you laugh at yourself, “God I was so stupid. I thought maybe she was his cousin, someone from his family for sure. But his eyes went wide when he saw me and this woman immediately asked who I was. So I said I was his girlfriend. And I asked who she was. She said she was his girlfriend.”

“God. That’s fucking horrible,” Peter says, and it’s like you can already see him plotting to kill your boy-- ex-boyfriend.

“Then he tried to explain himself but there wasn’t anything he could have said to save himself or make the situation any better. So me and his other girlfriend- ex girlfriend now- we both left and then I came here.”

“Wow. I can’t believe it,” He brushes a hand through his hair in frustration and blows out some air. Peter doesn’t know what to do with himself. You can tell he’s angry, his cheeks red, and he has every right to be. You’d be livid if someone hurt your best friend like that.

But he’s trying to contain himself in front of you, to keep his composure because you were already upset enough for the both of you for the last hour and you’ve just calmed down, so he doesn’t want your anger to resurge because of him.

“The worst thing is,” you continue, “He didn’t even just kiss someone else or sleep with someone else. He had a whole second relationship. Maybe there are even more, who knows. Maybe she was first, and I was the second relationship…”

Peter’s scared he won’t be able to stop once he starts talking, so he remains silent, merely shaking his head at your words.

Then you remember something. “I’m so stupid... I lost it to him. I was so sure I could trust him and that he was the right guy to have my first time with.” You look down and play with your fingers in your lap.

You didn’t want Peter to find out like this.

You never told him about having sex with Max but it never felt like there was a right moment. Talking about Max to Peter about any aspect of your relationship was weird and you avoided talking about him most times you hung out with your best friend. It never made sense to you, but it felt like you were supposed to hide Max from Peter. It felt like you were cheating on Peter by having a boyfriend, when he has never been more than your best friend.

But you’re glad that Peter reacts the way he does.

“Virginity is a social construct,” he says, immediately getting what you’re talking about, “You didn’t lose anything to him. His dick’s not important enough to change who you are.”

You smile. You taught him that. “I know. I’m just... sad.”

“That’s okay,” his hand is on your back again, and now that you’re in his arms with clear thoughts, you realise how much you missed it.

“I’m sorry if I neglected our friendship because of him. I never realised I was doing that but now that I’m here... it feels like I haven’t been here in ages. Haven’t been with you in ages.”

“It’s alright. I’m not mad at you because of it. You’re in love and I get that it was new and exciting.”

You’re glad that Peter isn’t saying I told you so. While he never directly said it, you could tell that he was suspicious of Max from the start. But even if he was right, there’s nothing you can change about the situation anymore.

“Was in love,” you correct him, “I’m still hurting but my attraction to that guy ended as soon as I found out how much he abused my trust. I mean cheating on someone - that’s one of the worst things you can do to a person you love. I don’t even think you can love someone if you think it’s okay to cheat on them. God,” you feel anger bubbling up inside you and there’s a fresh batch of tears stinging in your eyes. You try to rub them away. He doesn’t deserve your tears. He doesn’t even fucking deserve you thinking about him.

“We’re going through the stages of grief pretty quick here, huh?” Peter smiles, placing a hand on your knee and you’re breathless for a few seconds.

You manage to smile at him while your heart skips a beat.

“Uh.. um I don’t know, I’m just... I don’t know. I can’t believe it. And then I sacrificed time with my best friend to spend time with that prick instead. Please forgive me, Peter,” you look at him with pleading eyes but you see nothing but kindness on his face.

“There’s nothing to forgive. I promise it’s okay. But I’m still happy that you’re acknowledging it. Don’t get me wrong I love Ned and MJ, but you were definitely missing.” Last week was one of the few times you’ve been with your group of friends lately. You spent most of the time during your relationship being with Max, only rarely seeing your friends.

“Maybe you should get a girlfriend so I know how it feels,” you say, even though you don’t know why.

“Nah.. not interested in a girlfriend at the moment,” he shrugs.

Even though you’re heartbroken, you forget about your actual sorrows for a second now that you know Peter’s not dating anyone and you feel a sudden warmth in your belly.. and on your cheeks...

“Oh… boyfriend then?” You tease him, pretending like it wouldn’t hurt if the answer was yes.

He shakes his head. “I’m just happy that you’re back. Not that you were gone- you weren’t as bad as Ned when he got together with Betty.”

You chuckle as you remember going a whole three months without seeing Ned when he got together with his girlfriend.

A pleasant silence settles between you, and you’re simply happy to be in Peter’s presence again.

“I love you,” you tell him after a few minutes and wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. “I love you too,” he says, his mouth pressed against your shoulder.

As you part, you kiss his cheek. And again, the anger inside you is overpowered by butterflies for a few seconds. It’s only brief, and a moment later you think about that asshole again, and the fire swallows those butterflies whole. But they were there, you can’t deny it. And you’re not even surprised.

You lean your head against Peter’s shoulder, taking deep breaths, trying to relax at least a little. Peter lowers himself, and you with him, onto his bed.

He turns so you’re face to face, and you snuggle up to his soft hoodie and his warm chest, feeling the relaxation you need finally settling in.

“Thanks for being here for me.”

“Always,” he promises and hesitantly kisses your cheek too.

You fall asleep with the image of Peter’s blushing face on your mind and the promise of love.

You have a long way to go before you can even begin to heal from what your ex did to you. But you have your best friend who will love and support you throughout all of it.

And as you fall asleep next to him, you feel more comfortable and more protected than you ever did with your ex. You don’t want to rush into anything, Peter will always be there for you to love him. But now that you’re with him like this again, you realise it’s what you wanted— no, what you needed all along.

You never saw Peter as just a friend, but you were scared to even admit your feelings to yourself, let alone to him, in case you ruined this great friendship.

But now you’re not afraid anymore.

You’ll need some time to heal first, but when that’s done, you know you will finally have the courage to love Peter and to let him love you.

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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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summer nights

pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader

synopsis: summer nights spent with arvin are your favorite.

word count: 1.0k

warnings: none, just lightly edited

a/n: my first arvin fic!! this rlly has no plot just vibes :p hope u like it! <33

you had been awoken by the heat of the mid-august night. a light sheen of sweat covers your skin as you register where you had fallen asleep. the makeshift walls of the fort were illuminated by the moonlight pouring through the entrance. following the arm lightly draped over your waist, you find a snoozing arvin. a slight pout had formed on his pink lips, leaving you to wonder what he was dreaming about.

whatever it was, he was handsome in every sense of the word.

gently brushing a piece of once slicked back hair behind his ear, your mouth curves into a smile as you remember how your dearest boy ended up in your arms tonight.

“hey there, lover boy!" you call to your boyfriend from the doorway of your childhood home. the corners of his mouth quirk up as he shuts the door to his rusty pickup. stuffing his hands in his tattered denim jacket, he jogged his way over to you. and after stomping his way up the porch steps, arvin sweeps you up into a bone-crushing hug.

“i missed my pretty girl.” his voice was full of sincerity- one of the many things you appreciated about this man.

“i missed you too, arvin.” he loved it when you said his name in what he calls that “pretty little voice of yours”.

the faint smell of cigarettes fills your nose, a smell you’ve grown quite fond of since going steady with arvin. excited to show arvin his surprise, you wrap your arms around his waist, leading him into the house.

the floorboards creak under your feet as you escort your boyfriend into the living room. every blanket you could muster could be found in the middle of the living room floor. the sheets are draped over chairs, creating a canopy of different colors and textures. accompanying the blankets were pillows, haphazardly placed inside.

arvins eyebrows drew together, asking a simple “what’s this?” his eyes darted between you and the fort.

“i wanted to build you a fort. y'know, like the ones you made when you were younger.” you searched his face for any discontent. “i hope it’s okay.” you murmur after a couple moments of silence, feeling only slightly stupid.

“nah,” he turns to you, a slight blush dancing across his cheeks, “it’s quite alright, baby.”

he always knows just what to say.

stepping out of your grasp, he quickly offers his hand out to you. and being more than happy to take it, you let arvin walk you over to your childish creation.

taking a seat on the blanketed floor, arvin follows suit. a small smile playing upon his lips as he surveys the care you put into the fort, “you did good, baby.”

flustered over his attentiveness, you mutter a small thanks.

and after hours of talking, the warmth of the sun seeping through the sheets seemed to have lulled you both to sleep.

and that's where you find yourself now- tangled up with your lover on the hottest summer night. the low hum of your refrigerator accompanied by the chirping of crickets being the soundtrack for tonight.

growing tired of the stillness, you decide to wake arvin. eager to see your boyfriend’s eyes glimmer in the moonlight, you scatter gentle kisses all over arvin's face. and only after a couple pecks, his lashes flutter against your cheek.

his groans are light as he pulls you closer to his person. you snuggle your head into the crook of his neck, basking in his warmth.

"mmm, you're warm." you say as you place soft kisses over his skin. and without missing a beat, he responds with "you're pretty."

a smirk grows on your lips as you pull back to look at his face. "arvin russell, are you flirting with me?" you tease.

"me? always."

your hand finds its way back to his hair, eyes lingering on his lips. he seems to have done the same, as he leans in closer. a half smile plays on his lips until they connect with yours.

kissing arvin was something you could never grow tired of.

"oh shit, baby." he mumbled against your lips, "what time is it?"

reluctantly pulling away, you bring your hand up, checking the time on your hand-me-down wristwatch. "twelve past nine, why?"

arvin sits up as soon as the words fall from your mouth. pressing a small kiss to your temple, he starts to search the fort for his things. "my folks are expecting me."

sitting up with a slight pout on your face, you ask him "won't you stay?"

he stops his search to look at you, "oh, i'd love to darling, but-"

"please?" you press, needing him to stay just this once. you give him a certain look, a look you learned to use on arvin months ago.

he lets out a small breathy laugh, hand coming up to brush your cheek, "you're makin' it real hard to say no, darling."

"then don't."

he pulls in for another kiss. his lips are warm and soft, gently pecking yours. these kisses let you know arvin needs you just as much as you need him tonight.

"you can phone your folks, tell ‘em i said hi." you mumble against him, trying your best to assure him.

arvin smiles to himself, hand coming down to your now puffy lips. his eyes follow as he grazes his fingers across your bottom lips.

choosing your words carefully, you start "and you can stay tonight,” you gently brush his hair. “and every night.” his hand stops.

his eyes now coming in contact with yours. something you can only describe as relief wash over his features.

“and we could build all the forts you'd like, arvin."

he tackles you, arms wrapping tightly around your figure. he takes some time before whispering a gentle "i'd thought you'd never ask, baby."

and as the night went on, the fort had become home to many small giggles and needy kisses (and many more fingers near mouths).

happy valentine’s day lovies! 💘💓💕💞💓💘 i hope ur day is full of love & warmth :’) 💕💞💘💕💞