𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✔️

marry me stupid

request (summary): how about arvin proposing to the reader and just being a straight up simp :')

warnings: simp overload, fluuufff, language, mentions of sex

edited: this is pretty shitty sorry sorry fsjkdhf

a/n: absofuckinglutely. yes. sorry i wanted to make it a lil spicy cus i feel like arvin would be that kind of guy 😭

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"You're playing with me, boy. N-No," you take a step back as your brunette freckled boyfriend gets down on one knee in front of you.

He smiles cheekily at you and shakily holds up a tiny busted box while scratching the back of his neck nervously with his other hand. "I ain't playing, now shut up and let me talk, baby." You bite your lip to refrain yourself from interrupting him and nod for him to continue, watching him with teary eyes. "Now look, I hate being cheesy you know I do. But I swear to god, and you know I do that a lot, ever since you came into my life baby girl. Fuck, I swear I've never felt so blessed. I've been feeling so blessed, shit I might even go to church," he laughs awkwardly and shakes his head.

You let out an airy laugh and wipe away the tears that rolled down your cheeks, "Yeah, right."

"Shut it. I'm serious. You could ask me to stop smoking and I'd do it. Lover, Doll, Sweetheart. Love of my life, I would do anything for you in a heartbeat. I damn promise you that. I honestly don't know how else boys go on with this proposal shit but I just know it's you, girl. These past two years, I can't imagine spending the rest of my time with anyone else but you. Just you. That's all I want. You and you sweet puss—"

"Arvin!" you gasp and swat at him.

He laughs and dodges your hand, flashing you a smirk that makes you weak in the knees. "I'm teasing, doll. I just hope you know that you're all that I think about, day and night. I love the way your lips curve when you smile. I love it when your eyes brighten when you talk about the things you like. I love getting lost in those beautiful eyes of yours. I love your smell, god I can't get enough of it. I can't get enough of you. The way you laugh, the way you cry, all of you. I love all of you, every single inch, everything. I am so in love with you. I want you to be mine, forever. I want to fuck you, forever. Marry me, stupid."

"Jesus, Vinny," you whine and collapse into his arms, pulling him close. "Yes, of course. I'll marry you, idiot." You hold out your hand and stifle a giggly sob as he hurriedly slips on the ring he managed to buy you. It isn't anything too fancy but to you it is perfect.

"God, I love you, precious," he cups your face and kisses you deeply.