𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✔️

bleedin'

request (summary): Can you do a period one where the readers is on hers and she's like avoiding Arvin cause she's embarrassed

word count: 0.5k

warnings: fluff, language

a/n: this is perfect cus i'm currently on mine lmao

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You slide into the passenger's seat of Arvin's car and accidentally slam the car shut. It causes him to jump and snap his head over to you, "The hell?"

"Sorry," you mutter and put on your seatbelt, slumping back into the cushion of the seat.

"Bad day?" he starts up the car and drives away from your school.

"You could say that," you laugh sourly and gaze out the window with a crease between your brows. You feel the car slow down and you glance back at him, "What you slowing down for?"

He keeps his foot on the brake and stares at you, almost as if he's analyzing you. "You look like me."

"So?"

"Stop that," he pokes your forehead causing you to grunt with discomfort. "Smile baby, you ain't pretty when you look like me."

Ignoring the fact that he's indicating you're ugly when you're mad, you let out an offended gasp. "Are you saying you're not pretty, Arv?"

He winces and shrugs, looking back towards the road. "Basically," he presses on the gas lightly.

You smack his arm and glare at him, "You're a pretty boy, darling. Don't otherwise, cus otherwise is bullshit."

He rolls his eyes and brushes off the warmth rushing to his cheeks, "Yea, yea. Shut your face. You hungry?"

You shrug and think about how you're already bothering him with your attitude, deciding it's best if you'd go home. "Eh, probably not today. sorry, I'd like to hit the hay."

"'S okay. You sure?" he asks once more and you nod in response. Leaving it at that, he drives off to take you home.

The next day is a Saturday and usually, the two of you spend the whole day out together. Though this time, you didn't meet up with him at the spot the two of you always meet up at. He thinks briefly for a moment and then puts two and two together. He chuckles to himself and walks back toward his car.

Soon, you jump at the sound of someone pounding at your door. You groan out loudly with frustration, knowing no one else is home to answer it. You throw yourself out of bed and huff as the knocking escalates, "I'm coming, Jesus!"

A smug grin appears on Arvin's face as you swing the door open. "Hey there, sweet cakes."

You instantly become flustered and stare at him shocked, "Arv! Oh shit. It's Saturday ain't it?" He hums in response and you whine, leaning on your door frame. "I can't today sorry-"

"Ah, I didn't ask," he walks into your house and brushes past you. You watch him walk inside and gape at the cocky fucker.

"Excuse me?" you close the door behind you.

"You bleeding aren't ya?" he places a bag on your dining table.

You cross your arms and frown at him, "What makes you assume so?"

"You always try to avoid me when you got it."

"That's not," you start but notice his expression and give up on coming up with an excuse. "So, it's embarrassing. Plus we can't do nothing, it'll be messy."

"Who said I minded messy?" he smirks and walks up to you.

"Arvin!" you swipe at his chest. He laughs loudly and pulls you into an embrace, swaying you back and forth.

"Kidding, lover. We don't have to do anything you don't wanna do. I brought some food. So, whatever you want to do. I'm game," he kisses your forehead.

You sigh dramatically and hug back, pressing your cheek up against his chest. "Love you, Dummy."

"Love you more, Stupid."