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ron weasley + 'you're cute when you get like that' <333
𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡ thank u angel xoxo
"Stop distracting me," you hissed.
You had been trying to write an essay for the past hour, and your boyfriend Ron seemed absolutely determined to keep you there until midnight.
Studying in the Room of Requirement was supposed to be peaceful, private, and make you productive. However, when you brought Ron, all three of those things went out the window.
"I'm not even doing anything!" he said, but there was a faint curve to his lips that proved he knew exactly what he was doing.
In fact, what he was doing was being fucking annoying. He seems insistent on touching you constantly: Hugging you from behind and "accidentally" grazing his fingers over your chest, whispering in your ear and "accidentally" brushing his lips against your skin, tickling your thigh and "accidentally" letting his hands go up your skirt.
"I'm going to kill you," you replied, trying to focus. The essay wasn't due for a few more days, but you wanted to get it done. The ingredients that went into making Wolfsbane Potion were wolfsbane (duh), dragon blood, moonstone, and...Ugh.
Flipping through your notes, you could feel Ron press himself against you, framing it as an innocent attempt to snuggle, but you could feel his cock pressing against the small of your back.
"You're cute when you get like that," he murmured.
"Like what?" you replied. "Pissed off at you? Filled with the desire to poison your pumpkin juice?"
Ron chuckled, low and breathy. "I love getting you all worked up like this. Makes me wanna fuck that scowl off your face."
A rush of heat ran through you, and you shifted, feeling how much that frankly crude and obnoxious statement had turned you on.
This guy was going to be the death of you.
"I hate you," you said, but finally put your quill down, turning to give him your attention.
Blurb: draco will never beat the annoying allegations, because he is annoying, but he is also romantic or the three times draco was annoying but the three times he made it up to her or just like really fluffy draco malfoy stuff
Word Count: 5.3k
Warnings: I FORGOT TO SAY THAT THIS IS NOT SMUT BUT IT IS VERY SUGGESTIVE AND INVOLVES NUDITY IM SORRY BUT LIKE VERY MUCH 16+
A/N: this started as a list of things i thought draco malfoy would do as a boyfriend but it turned into this and i made them married because they're traditional!! and they would not live together before marriage!! and i wanted them to live together for this!! in hindsight i could have written around it but i wrote this by the pool and it didn't occur to me then!! i will not change it now!!
ps. in my mind this is with potter!daughter but there was no mention of other potters so i didn't force it, but if you would like to read draco x potter!daughter please check this tag or come talk to me about them because i am obsessed with them!
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“I’d say,” she tapped her finger to her lip, noticing the blonde boy hanging on her every word, “annoying,” she said with a confident finality.
“What?” She had to stop the amused expression she would normally wear, trying to convince her astounded husband that she was being serious. “You’re so full of shit.”
She gasped.
“You’re literally proving my point.” He rolled his eyes and manoeuvred his body to grab onto her hips and pull her towards him.
“Take it back.” He was peppering kisses all over her neck making her let out a traitorous giggle. But she refused to deny it.
It had started less than five minutes earlier. It was well past eleven at night and the young, newly wed couple were still in that stage where neither necessarily wanted to sleep, still fascinated with the idea of being married and wondering what differences came with it.
Draco was reading a new book that she had bought because the blurb sounded like something he would like and she was writing something down in her notebook, being extra careful not to get ink in the bed. Again.
When she suddenly put her quill down, a thump eliciting from the force of it landing on the paper, Draco didn’t even finish the sentence he was on before he dogeared the page he was on and put the novel on his lap to look at the pretty girl slouched next to him.
“If you could describe me in one word, what would it be?”
“Beautiful,” he replied without an ounce of hesitation. She rolled her eyes, copying his actions with her own notebook and placing it on the bedside table with the quill that managed to keep its ink where it was meant to be.
“You’re flattering me,” she turned her head back towards, “tell me the truth.”
“I am,” he insisted, also placing his book on his side so he could reposition himself to look at her properly. Her pyjamas were hanging loosely over her body and she had various strands falling out of her ponytail framing her face that was ever so slightly starting to puff up due to the late hour. But Draco was telling the truth.
“Alright, well give me another.”
Draco thought about this one for a second, trying to find a word that suited her but would also appease her interest.
She stared up at him as he hummed to himself. His hair was dishevelled and his t-shirt clung onto his biceps in a way that forced her to focus on the words leaving his pretty lips.
“Strong-willed.”
“Interesting,” she hummed, having a feeling that he was trying to say something to get a reaction out of her. Well, a reaction was what he was going to get.
“Well, if I had to describe you in one word,” she paused noticing how he quirked up slightly at that, “I’d say…” and that was how she ended up being trapped by his arms, victim to his kisses and fingertips digging into the flesh on her sides.
“I’m not annoying, love.” He said, finally loosening his grip on her, but when she made no effort to move he kept his arm draped loosely over her hips, keeping her back pushed against his chest.
“Lies,” she basically hissed the word at him leaving him with a cocky smirk that she had to strain her neck to see.
Because he was annoying.
It was literally just this morning that he had annoyed her.
“Draco,” her voice echoed throughout the house and Draco put down his spoon to yell back, “What?”
He was at the dining table, eating a second breakfast, and he swallowed his cereal as he heard her footsteps thundering down the stairs.
“Did I leave my lip balm down there?” Her voice was slightly less loud as she made her way to him, confident she had left it on the table when they ate breakfast together. Or, Draco’s first breakfast together.
Draco’s eyes didn’t take long to land on the cylinder, stood up right in front of where his pretty wife had been sitting minutes ago. He quickly snatched it into his hand, securing it in his palm before she appeared in front of him.
“Haven’t seen it,” he mumbled, grabbing his spoon in his free hand to shove more cereal in his mouth, hoping it would prevent him from giving himself away.
“Really?” She asked, making her way over to the kitchen, “I could’ve sworn I left it here.” He could hear her moving around various objects and sighing when she gave up and moved to the living room.
“It’s literally just a white cylinder, are you sure you haven’t seen it?” She made her voice louder to reach him from the other room where he could hear her rummaging around the lounge, no doubt seeing if it had fallen into one of the many crevices. Why? He wasn’t sure. She hadn’t been there this morning.
“I know what your lip balm looks like,” he replied moodily. He heard her huff and when he looked back up from his bowl she was standing in front of him. Good to see she could be quiet when she wanted to be.
“You have it.”
“What?” Draco dropped his spoon again, said lip balm burning a hole through his palm.
“You have it.” And within seconds she was directly in front of him. But Draco was quicker and he had risen to his full height, putting his traitorous hand behind him as his chair made a loud scraping noise against their floor.
“Show me your hand.” She moved to grab his hand hiding behind his back but he turned so she couldn’t reach.
“You need to work on your reflexes, babe.”
“You need to stop acting like a child, babe,” she mimicked.
She had her hands folded across her chest, hoping to catch him by surprise when she made to move again.
He was looking down at her with a horrid smirk, her squinted eyes and downward curve of her lips only serving to make it stronger.
“Give it to me,” she whined, suddenly making a move to grab it. Draco had let his guard down ever so slightly, distracted by her pretty face and this time when she went to grab it, her fingers brushed his knuckle.
But Draco needed to make sure she couldn’t reach it so this time, his arm went above his head and he knew it was the right move when she whined once more, “Draco.” She dragged out the last vowel of his name and made a slight movement that looked like her stamping her foot in the ground in annoyance.
“Why are you like this?”
Draco only shrugged his shoulders, making her huff as she brought her arms around her chest once more.
When he didn’t say anything, she continued.
“I’m not going to beg for it.”
“But you sound so pretty when you do.” She scoffed at him and his stupid smirk and his stupid lanky height that meant there was no way for her to reach it without jumping. And even that would be a stretch.
“Draco Malfoy, I swear-“ but she never finished because he got an awful twinkle in his eye when she said his full name and she wasn’t having it. She took a step towards him and reached to the very tip of her toes to try and grab it.
Her hand only reached his wrist.
“You’re such a child.” She groaned, straining to reach even further. Draco brought his head back slightly to look at her determined face trying to and grab the lip balm, still secure in his palm.
She gave up trying to reach and instead wrapped her fingers around his wrist and tried with all her might to drag it down.
She let out a soft groan that made Draco chuckle.
“Maybe if you’d ask nicely I’d give it to you.”
Draco was sure the devil himself had taken the place of his pretty wife with the dirty look he was on the receiving end of.
“Draco,” she said, dropping her hold on his wrist and taking the tiniest of steps back.
“Yes, my love.”
“Can I please have my lip balm?” Her voice was steady and Draco knew that she was fighting her own mind not to scream and shout until she got her way.
“Well, because you asked so nicely.” He dropped his hand, but still put it behind his back as he lent down to press a soft kiss to her pouting lips.
When he pulled back she was giving him an impatient look, her palm out, waiting for him to give it back to her.
Still smirking, he put it in her hand, quickly pulling his hand away when her fingers wrapped around it and she snatched it away. Huffing as she made her way back up the stairs.
“A thank you would be nice,” Draco yelled out, going back to his soggy cereal and chuckling when a string of profanities floated all the way to his ears.
She was quick to remind him of this incident now that they were in bed and Draco still stood by the fact that he was not annoying.
“Well, I wouldn’t say that was annoying,” he argued, with her back still against his chest. She rolled her eyes, grateful that he couldn’t see.
“I would.”
“I was just teasing,” he insisted and she scoffed. “You know I would’ve given it back to you.”
He was partially right, he did like to tease her, but teasing her was annoying.
It was only that weekend that that had gone to a house party with some friends from high school. Everyone was taking advantage of the summer months, and most of them were sitting outside, enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon without the sun blaring down on them.
She had been inside for the last hour or so, trying to avoid any red flesh and catching up with some old friends, but when the noticed the guilty star had left the sky, they started to make their way out.
She noticed immediately that there weren’t going to be enough chairs, so she happily made her way over to Draco and sat on his lap.
He was halfway through a conversation with someone and even though he didn’t explicitly acknowledge her presence, he still manoeuvred his body so she could make herself comfortable. And once she stopped wriggling all over him, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She was happy sitting there, sipping her drink, laughing at whatever her friends said, and enjoying the way the scent of her boyfriend overtook her senses.
Halfway through one of their stories she felt something crawling on her arm and with a quiet groan she twitched in Draco’s lap, flicking the intruder away.
“What’s wrong, lovey?” Draco bent down to whisper in her ear so as not to disrupt the conversation and draw attention to them.
“The bugs are eating me alive,” she huffed, repositioning herself so she was half draped over his lap.
“Can’t blame them,” he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, “you taste so good.”
She gave him an unimpressed look and the edge of his lips quirked up in a familiar smirk before their attentions went back to the conversation.
Every now and then she’d twitch whenever a crawling trespasser appeared on her skin. Each instance followed by a huff and a sigh from the pretty girl resting on Draco’s lap.
Draco was trying his best to defend his girlfriend, removing his hand from her waist to wave it around anytime a bug even dared to look at her and keeping a loose arm around her so she could wriggle and swat away whenever she pleased. But for some reason, the bugs had chosen his pretty girl to annoy tonight, and no one was as in tune with her annoyance as he was.
That’s why he thought what he was about to do was risky. She was already annoyed, but it wasn’t at the hands of him, so he figured he’d do it anyway.
When the conversation had started to die down and people turned to the others around them, starting their own private conversations, Draco turned down to his wife and started a conversation with her.
She was happily chatting away, and Draco was listening intently. He promised. But when she got towards the end of her sentence and took a breath, Draco purposefully furrowed his eyebrows together.
He noticed immediately the increase of diameter of her pretty eyes and the way she froze ever so slightly in his lap.
“What’s that?” He asked, flicking his head up in the direction of her own.
“What’s what?” Her voice had risen an octave and Draco was glad the rest of the group were talking over each other loud enough to drown her out.
“That,” Draco said again, subtly taking his hand away from the valley of her spine. “I think,” he paused and got the desired effect with the look of fright she was giving him, “there’s a,” she was frozen on his lap, “a bug on you.” And as he finished the world’s longest sentence his fingertips found her neck and a tiny squeal left her lips as she contorted her body into his, naive to think she’d find safety with him.
She could feel his whole body shake as he let out a strong laugh, his arms returning around her waist and locking her into his grasp as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“I hate you so much.”
Draco could feel her pulse and he almost felt bad for causing her such annoyance, but when she strained her neck to frown at him, a hard crease between her pretty eyes, he couldn’t help the boyish smirk that enveloped his face.
“Liar,” he retorted, not missing the way she clung to him when she thought there was danger.
“I apologised for that,” Draco whined, now in bed. Similarly pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she recalled just how annoying his teasing was.
He did feel bad for it. He didn’t think it would upset her that much. He just wanted to upset her slightly.
“Still annoying,” she grumbled, refusing to look back up at him.
“C’mon,” Draco continued, a tinge of a whine tainting his tone, “you love being teased.”
She rolled her eyes at his poor attempt of a double entendre.
But this time he was telling the truth.
It was only last week when this had occurred.
They had only been married for a couple of months after almost a year of being engaged, but their house was in the works the second Draco proposed to her so they would have somewhere to go when a permanent gold band rested where their fourth finger on their left hand came in contact with the knuckle.
Draco was at her house, going over the plans to ensure she was happy with anything. She was listening. Partly. She trusted Draco.
"Oh," he added as well, knowing that he didn't have her complete attention, "we also have to decide if we want a pool."
"Obviously," she scoffed, knowing by the way that the corner of his mouth tugged upward that he was just trying to get her involved.
Because Draco knew he wanted a pool, and he was glad for it when they woke up to the sun peaking through their window, waking them up and inviting them to join it outside while they played in the pool.
Draco was already in, unbothered by the wait of his pretty wife who took slightly longer to get ready. And the wait was worth it when she came out in a two-piece which Draco really thought was an overstatement considering how little of her was covered.
She swayed her hips on purpose, noticing the slight part in her husband's pretty lips, doing a faux pose when she reached the pool that made Draco clear his throat.
"You look good."
"I know," she beamed at him cheekily, throwing her towel on the chair next to his and tying her hair up in a high bun. "I'm not in the mood to get my hair wet today, I'm too lazy to wash it."
Draco didn't say anything, but she didn't give it a second thought knowing that his eyes were preoccupied.
Draco floated over to the stairs as she made her way in, letting out a little squeal as her feet touched the first step.
"It's so cold!"
"You can't be serious." Draco let out a small chuckle as she placed her weight from one foot to the other.
"I'm very serious, Draco," she whined, finding the courage to go to the next step.
It was up to her calves, and she was going against the water as she kicked her legs out, trying to acclimatise to the new temperature.
Draco, already knowing he consequences of his actions, placed his hands in the water and flicked it over at her.
"Draco!" She had put her hands out in a poor attempt to save herself from his attack and bent a leg up towards herself in some sort of defence.
He laughed.
"Stop being such a baby." She gave him a pout that very much reminded him of a baby.
But she took no note of her husband’s rude comments and instead put her hands in the water to splash him back.
“C’mon, yours was much bigger than mine.” Draco rolled his eyes, running a hand through his now wet hair and putting his hands back in the water.
“Draco Malfoy if you dare-”
She was already folding in on herself, but she never felt the splash or got to finish her statement because Draco had cut her off.
“C’mon darling, I promise I won’t splash you if you just get in.”
She put her hands down slowly, not sure how much she should trust the blonde haired boy giving her a sly grin.
“I don’t trust you,” she said, her actions betraying her words as she took another step down. It reached just above her bottom piece and Draco heard her take a sharp breath in as a couple of goosebumps erupted on her lotioned skin.
One more step to go.
“I promise I won’t splash you.” He had an odd look of sincerity on his face, but she made sure to keep eye contact with him as she placed her hands in the water and brought them to the tops of her shoulders in an attempt to let her body become familiar with the cool liquid.
She went to the next step. She took in a shaky breath, moving on the spot in a hurried motion to try to bring some warmth to her body.
“One more step, love, c’mon.” Draco opened his arms in an attempt to get her into his embrace.
“I swear, Draco, if you splash me,” she trailed off, letting her foot fall off the last step and pushing her body towards his arms.
He grabbed onto her, his hands roaming around her hips as he bent his head down to press a kiss to her pretty lips.
“Yeah,” he said, pulling away with a slight breathlessness, “you’ll what?” He lent back to kiss her, unashamed, he knew he was in trouble the second he saw her enter the backyard in her little bikini that didn’t leave a lot to his imagination.
“I-I’ll,” she forced herself to pull away even though she wanted nothing more than to kiss her pretty husband until their skin shrivelled from the water. But Draco had other plans, because when she was looking at him, a soft look in her eyes from the way he had kissed her, he decided this was the perfect time.
His fingers locked around her waist and the last thing he saw was her pretty eyes widen as he pulled her under the water with him.
He knew he’d never hear the end of it the second he brought them to the surface and she let out a couple of dramatic coughs.
“Are you trying to kill me?” She shrieked, blinking the water out of her eyes and pushing his shoulders ever so slightly with the butt of her palm. His arms were still locked around her waist and he had no intention of letting go.
All he did was laugh in response, flicking his blonde hair out of his eyes and leaning down to pepper kisses all over her slimey face. All he could taste was her sunscreen and she kept twisting in his grasp and trying to pull her face away from him, but he continued his attack bravely.
“Hey,” he said, letting out a chuckle despite the grumpy look on her pretty face, “I only promised not to splash you.”
She wanted to scream. Instead, she splashed him back.
“Well, I never promised not to splash you.” She said indignantly in a way that reminded Draco of a child.
“Ah,” he said, much too arrogantly for her taste, “is that how you want to play?” He removed his hands around her waist to splash at her, but even though she knew what was coming, she didn’t step away from him.
“Nuh uh,” she whined, turning her head to avoid the water coming into contact with her face, “you promised you wouldn’t splash me.”
“Well, I take it back.” It was then she decided that she hated Draco’s height. She used to admire it, loved how he towered over almost anyone in any room. But now, she came to realise that his arms were much too long, because before she even got the chance to splash him back he had reached out and grabbed onto her hips, pulling her closer to him and bringing her with him under the water once more.
This time she gave him a good shove on the shoulder while they were under the water, but she wondered if Draco even noticed with the way his hands were squeezing her hips and grabbing at her flesh.
It was only when he brought them to the surface that she realised he was trying to find the string keeping her bikini bottom up and once again, she cursed his long fingers for quickly untying the double knot.
“Draco!” Her hands left his shoulders to grab onto her swimmers before Draco got any other ideas, but Draco was quick and in one swift movement he grabbed both of her hands in his.
She wriggled against him, but movement only made the swimmers pull away from her skin so instead she gave him a defeated look.
He was laughing manically, his chest rumbling at her predicament and the pretty pout that was gracing her pretty lips.
In another swift movement he turned her around so her back was against his chest and her hands were still locked up in Draco’s large hand jail, but the movement was not her friend because with his other free hand, Draco had grabbed the traitorous bottom and thrown it out of the pool, quick to bring it to the front and give her top the same treatment.
He was taking his time, kissing all over her neck, trying to get her to succumb to his pleasures, but she was strong-willed and it was only the way her voice gave a slight tremble at the end of her sentence that gave her away.
“You’re so annoying.”
Draco was now kissing her neck in a similar fashion, but she wasn’t going to give in.
“Thought you liked it then?” He teased, his voice low from the late hour and soft due to their proximity.
“I mean it was alright.” Draco could tell by the slight quiver of her voice and lack of comeback that his little neck kisses were getting to her.
“Do you want to try another word, darling?”
But while the kisses may have softened her, she was still able to respond with, “romantic.”
Because he was.
The only reason she was looking for her lip balm was because he was taking her out for lunch.
And when she came down, all dressed up for him, she twirled on the spot, loving the soft look in his eyes compared to the mischievous twinkle he had worn trying to get a reaction out of her.
They were sitting across from each other and when she rested her hand on the table, Draco took it in his own and neither arm was strong enough to move from its position.
While they waited for the server to come over, she used her free hand to rifle through her bag and when she found the desired lipstick and started putting it on, Draco squinted his eyes at her.
“What?”
“I want to ask you a question.” She gave a seconds pause before putting her lipstick away and facing her pretty husband.
“I’m scared.”
He disregarded her comment and asked, “what’s in your bag?”
“My bag?” She gave him a confused look, losing the warmth of his palm as she grabbed her bag for a second time. The very expensive bag Draco had bought for her only a month or so ago because she had made a trivial comment about how pretty it was when they first walked past it.
She opened it and showed it to him, he was her husband, she had nothing to hide.
Draco liked what he saw. Lipstick, a little mirror, the perfume she usually wore in a small cylindrical glass, and the lip balm he had teased her about this morning.
“What if I forgot the card at home?” he chuckled, his smile only intensifying at the confused look on his pretty girl’s face.
“The credit card?”
“What other card, darling?” The smirk on his face told her he was telling a fib, but she still asked, “did you?”
She never got her response though as the server politely interrupted the conversation, causing her to close her bag back up and listen to Draco repeat what she had told him she wanted from the menu.
The fact that he was ordering told her all she needed to know about the card situation, but she still continued the conversation as if there had been no interruption.
“In all honesty, I stopped bringing money with me after, like, our second month of going out.”
This made Draco let out a laugh that was an inappropriate volume given their surroundings, but the couple didn’t notice.
When Draco calmed down, he put his hand back on the table and she reached out to hold onto it.
“Good,” he said, bringing their intertwined hands towards him to press a row of soft kisses along her knuckles.
When he had frightened her over the bug situation, he kissed and doted on her the rest of the afternoon, feeling bad that he had upset her so greatly.
When her cup was empty he placed her on his seat and went inside to fill it back up for her. Lifting her back onto his lap when he returned.
When they arrived home he had her silk robe waiting for her the second her foot stepped out of the shower and he happily had her sit on the edge of the bathtub as he completed her skincare.
“You know,” she said, giving him the saddest look she could muster, “I was so scared when you pretended there was a bug on me, it really tired me out, I don’t think I can do my skincare.” He let out a large scoff, even though she was still frowning, giving him a faux innocent look with her silk robe wrapped tightly around her.
“C’mere,” he was sitting on the edge of the bathtub but reached out to grab her fingertips, bringing her closer to him so he could sit her on the edge next to him, “you big baby.”
And even after he played with her pretty hair until she fell asleep, he still felt bad. He let out a sigh as he begrudgingly got out of the comfortable bed and once he was outside of their room he called for the house elf and instructed him to get a bunch of her favourite flowers before they woke up.
Draco found that he fell asleep quite easily after he had settled that matter and his arms were wrapped around the waist of his pretty wife.
But he was disgruntled when he woke up hours later to find said pretty wife sitting on the edge of the bed, a small white card in her hand that he assumed belonged to the bunch of her favourite flowers that the house elf had delivered.
He lazily trailed his fingertips down her spine, enjoying the way she jolted at his touch.
“Come back to bed, lovey.” When she put the card down and turned around she found Draco’s arm sprawled out to the side from where he had let it linger on her skin. His eyes were still closed and his hair was sticking on his forehead.
She leant over to smooth it away from his pretty face and when he brought his arm back up she gingerly found her way back to him, his arm coming back down the second he was satisfied she was comfortable.
And it was after they christened the pool that she started to whine about her wet hair.
“I told you I didn’t want to wash it.” Draco wished he had a couple more minutes before her attitude came back, but was quick to remember he was the reason she was in a mood and so he kept that thought to himself.
She was behind him while Draco swam to the edge to receive the two pieces he had meanly thrown out of reach.
“I’m not getting them,” she had scoffed at his reply when she said she needed her swimmers back to which Draco pointed to the edge of the pool where they were sprawled haphazardly. “I’m naked,” she whispered as if it was a sin worse than what had just occurred in their own swimming pool.
“I’ll wash it for you,” he grumbled throwing her swimmers at her. She wasn’t quick enough to grab them so they floated on the surface of the water. She picked up the bottoms and started tying the knots in the appropriate places.
“Really?” She asked, Draco already swimming back to her, picking her top up and redoing the knots he had cruelly untied moments before.
“Of course my love.”
And that was how she found herself sitting in between his legs, warm water filling their bathtub with rose petals tickling her calves and the smoke of a coconut candle making its way into her nose.
She let out a hum as Draco’s fingertips circled her scalp. She let her head fall back so she could look up at him and he was quick to place a quick kiss on her forehead before gently pushing her head up so he could continue his service.
“You spoil me.” Draco liked when she whined and pouted and screeched whenever he found a new way to annoy her, but more than anything he loved the content in her tone knowing that he would always look after her. No matter how much he annoyed her.
“Romantic sounds better,” Draco hummed, leaning down to press some more kisses along her jaw.
But she was brave and she pulled away so she could turn around and face her lovely husband.
She ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in a way that brought a grin to what Draco thought was her precious face.
How lucky she was, really, to have such a beautiful husband. Who, despite his teasing, made sure that she was treated like royalty. Who would never let her worry about a single thing if he had his way and who made sure she knew he loved her, even if he liked to annoy her. Who called her beautiful even when she called him annoying.
“And handsome,” she whispered, bringing her hand to his soft cheek, not missing the way he leaned into her touch, “so handsome.”
with a feeling (poly!prongsfoot x reader | mafia au)
“You’ve missed me, baby?” James asks with a bright smile, both hands firmly gripping the steering wheel as he speaks to you through the car console.
“More than anything, Jamie.” You answer back immediately, and though he’s focusing primarily on the road, he can see from a quick glance at the screen how you’re currently sprawled out on your stomach in bed. Your soft cheek resting against the backs of your hands, cutely pouting at the camera as you mentally urge your boyfriends to return home as quickly and safely as possible.
“What about Sirius, hun?” James asks with a cheeky grin, sparing a glance towards the man currently riding in the passenger’s seat, knowing full well the response he’s going to get.
“What about him?” You ask in a considerably different tone, your voice bordering indifferent as you turn your attention to your nails. Acting as though those shimmering, opaque gel polished digits were significantly more interesting in comparison to the new topic of discussion.
That’s all it was in the end however- a long-standing game of pretend that existed between Sirius and yourself since the day the two of you laid eyes on one another. A teasing charade which masked caring carasses as tugging fistfuls of hair, and transforming fleeting kisses into prominent bites and bright red hickeys.
From an outsider’s perspective, the two of you were united on some semblance of a common ground- appearing intimidating, judgemental but breathtakingly beautiful in each other’s silent company.
And to friends, you behaved quite differently. A bickering, arguing duo who could rarely get through a single conversation without it coming to empty insults.
But to James, he alone got to see you as you truly were- learning your past and how you met Sirius before you’d known the faces, or names of any of the other Marauders. A particularly peculiar, but intimate love story in its own right.
“Did you miss him?” He answers, deciding to humor your game as he did more often than not.
“I suppose I noticed it was significantly quieter than usual, without a particular loudmouth running around in the house.” James chuckles at your response as Sirius huffs indignantly, glaring icily at the screen before an idea comes to mind and he’s suddenly wearing a faint mischievous smirk.
“That’s very funny, kitten.” Sirius responds, slipping a strand of hair behind his ear as he leans back against the leather seat. “You know I’ve been meaning to ask if you enjoyed your three weeks of solitude. But then, I remembered that you were left with nothing to fuck but a few silicone cocks and those tiny fingers of yours. And I can’t imagine that anyone would’ve been able to make the most of that situation. Can’t say I had any trouble like that however.” He finishes, and you know he’s referring to having James to fuck when the need or interest inevitably arose.
Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you don’t bother to answer because he’s right, and you hate it. Choosing to silently glower into the camera as he stared back smugly.
“Is that true, sweetheart?” James chimes in, a bit of pity apparent in his tone as he mulls over the mental image of you laying prettily on your back. Attempting and failing to replicate even an eighth of the pleasure and fervor you’d grown accustomed to receiving during sex. “You weren’t able to come as hard as you’d like, baby?”
If that sentence had come from Sirius, you would have thrown the darkest glare you could’ve physically managed. Would’ve probably flipped him off and ignored anything he’d said for the remainder of the call. But it’d come from sweet James, who you knew felt genuine sympathy at the thought of you experiencing even as minor an inconvenience as that during, and due to, his absence.
“No, I wasn’t able to.” You answer quietly, pointedly not looking in Sirius’ direction.
“We’ll make up for that, honey. I promise.”
This scenario now has a blurb series based on it! Pt. I, Pt. II
Request: When he was first scratched, he was super bummed and didn't know how to get through it and acted like an asshole to everybody, so Remus introduces him to a former student who had a similar experience ( so has minimum wolf qualifies ) and she is able to get him off his ass & help him through what he’s going through. She also happens to be a curse breaker like he is. Anonymous
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His arms engulf you in a warm hug the second you step off your broom. Attempting to hide your wince, you burrow your face into his shoulder but he knows you well enough to sense when you're in pain. Of course, he's also known you for almost 15 years at this point.
"What happened?" he asks, his lips stretching into thin lines. He doesn't exactly like the fact that you've now officially received the title of curse-breaker.
"Manticore. I've never heard of anyone being able to use them as guards." Oh, if looks could kill. Remus Lupin has always had a bit of a soft spot for you. Especially after you were attacked by a werewolf. The scars of four claws ran down your back, but you never changed. The moon made you hungry for red meat but you'd managed to walk away without the curse of lycanthropy.
"I thought they'd gone extinct," he manages to say.
"Definitely not. They're rare, but not gone." With a flick of the wrist, you have your baggage floating behind you as you head for the door.
"There's a friend here I'd like for you to meet." You sigh deeply. It's been a long journey, you reek of sweat and dirt, and you're trying very hard to disguise your limping. The last thing you need is to be introduced to someone new. But you also know what Remus went through not too long ago. Even you felt the pain when it was announced to the world that the famous Albus Dumbledore had died.
"Can't wait," you smile despite being close to collapsing from pure exhaustion. However, it turns out that no introduction is needed as you enter your living room. Bill Weasley has quite the reputation among your circles. The thing you're not expecting is the scars down his face. All of a sudden, your back is burning.
"Merlin's beard," you whisper as Remus comes up behind you.
"Bill, I'd like you to meet Y/N." You know why he wants you to meet. You recognize the look in Bill's eyes. It's the look of defeat - of fear. He mustn't have had his first full moon yet.
"I'd shake your hand but I'm fairly certain I need about five showers before I'm fit to even sit on the couch," you joke but he doesn't respond. In fact, he just huffs a little and remains seated. No signal is needed to get Remus to follow you into the kitchen.
"What is this? Werewolf trauma 101?"
"His family is worried. I thought it might benefit him to see that it isn't the end of the world."
"Is that how you felt?" It's a low blow. There's a massive difference between what you and Remus went through. He has to fear the full moon each month, while you sleep soundly in your bed. But you're tired, and you're struggling with your own memories.
"Just talk to him. That's all I ask." So, you talk at him. Quite literally, you talk at him while he remains silent. After an hour, you've grown tired of repeating the same advice and suggestions, and so has Bill.
"Thanks for the, uhm, pep talk. I'm sure I'll be just fine now," he says dryly before getting up. You don't bother stopping him even after Remus gives you a look.
"I can't help someone who refuses to be helped."
But over the next few days, you feel guilty for letting him leave so easily. You remember that first month of absolute terror and frankly, you can't blame him for his behavior considering how you acted even worse. So, you do the only logical thing you can think of. You pack your bags and head for the Shell Cottage. Once before you visited with Arthur while on Order business, but you remember it like it was yesterday. You love that little cottage. Almost more than your own tiny house deep in a forest.
"Make yourself known." Making sure to keep your empty hands visible, you step forward.
"Just me." Bill slowly lowers his wand and steps inside. "Welcome, Y/N. So good to have you." Still mumbling by the time you reach the door, you take one final look at your surroundings before entering the cottage.
"Son of a Bludger, what have you done with the place?" It's in shambles. Mess everywhere, day-old food on the table, papers ripped apart and thrown across the room.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, ignoring your previous comment.
"I'm here because I'm a better person than you right now and despite your very rude behavior last time, I still want to help you." When he growls at you, your hand instinctively reaches for your wand.
"Right, you're afraid of me," he laughs, venom dripping from every word. There's no way you were ever this bad, right? Your burning cheeks betray you because you do remember the feelings coursing through him. When you were mutilated, you pushed everyone away. You became a hermit until you were sure you weren't going to hurt anyone.
"I'm not afraid of you. But you're not exactly a trustworthy person at the minute." Basically the same thing though. You're a little afraid of his reactions, but you're not about to let him know.
"Could you help bring in my suitcases? Molly said I was welcome to stay here while I figure out some protection for my own home." Horrible excuse. Your house is probably more protected than Shell Cottage but you also know he'll never let you stay unless you make him believe that you have nowhere else to go.
"It's war. One can never be too safe,” you add as you head for the guest room. This is going to take a while. And a while it takes. Merlin, you’re ready to give up several times. Three weeks pass before you even get him to go outside, and he complains the entire time. And just as you think you’re making progress, his mother stops by. Now, you like Molly Weasley. She has the best intentions but the pity in her eyes, her voice, her every action... it’s the exact thing Bill doesn’t need. Even you let out a deep sigh when she finally packs up her stuff after three days of uncut tension.
“Nice lady,” you comment in the evening as you’re sitting in front of the fire. The silence lingers long enough for you to give up waiting for an answer. Then he laughs. It’s a little high-pitched and not all the way natural, but it’s a laugh. And you’ll take it.
“Imagine growing up with her,” he laughs, and you join him. Bill Weasley doesn’t need to be coddled and having Molly visit just proves that very fact.
“Alright, enough sitting around. Take my arm.” He hesitates but you can tell he just needs that little push. “Trust me.” Darkness swallows the both of you as you apparate to the nearest village. Without waiting for his reaction, you pull him into the nearest pub.
“One beer. And then you’re free to leave.” It’s a muggle pub. No one will know what has happened to Bill here. They might think a bear got him or some other animal, but no one will shy away in fear (or disgust) he might turn into a werewolf.
“Fine.” You’re taken by surprise when he so easily agrees, but you’re quick to recover and buy two beers before he changes his mind.
“Cheers,” you say to the bartender before finding a table in the dark corner of the pub. When Bill isn’t fully consumed by self-loathing, he’s actually a pretty decent guy. You both share stories from some of your near-death adventures as curse-breakers, but he doesn’t ask the question you know he’s dying to ask, and you don’t offer the answer. But five beers later, even you are a little unsteady on your feet. Apparating back home is a lot more difficult when the world is spinning. But you manage without losing any limps. By the time you’re walking through the front door, Bill is giggling.
“Come on, droopy. Time for bed,” you chuckle as you half carry him to his bedroom. He collapses on the bed, pulling you with him.
“Stay in here tonight,” he mumbles but when you lock eyes with him, he seems almost sober. Logically, you know this is a bad idea, but he smells nice. And his hair looks so cute in that stupid man-bun. Before you know it, you’re closing the gap between the two of you. His lips are soft, gentle, and your head spins from the sensation. Any doubt you might have had goes out the window, when he cups your cheek and deepens the kiss.
“Stay,” he repeats and you can do nothing but obey him. When his hands goes to the hem of your shirt and begin to remove it, you grab his hands to stop him. He’s nice enough to not comment on your shaking hands.
“I don’t—I— It’s not pretty,” you finally say and your scars begin to burn as if they were fresh wounds.
“I know.” He doesn’t sugarcoat it. He doesn’t try to convince you that you’re still pretty. He accepts your feelings because he knows. So, you let him remove your shirt. The cold makes you shiver, but you don’t hide under the covers. You want him to see you - all of you. When he gently runs his hand down your back, you feel tears sting your eyes. You don’t talk much for the rest of the night, but at one point you open up about how it happened. He listens not once interrupting you. Afterwards, he holds you for a long time.
It’s the first night of complete honesty and it’s what starts your relationship. You saved him from himself but in some ways, he saved you too.
summary: “everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.” bill weasley is a golden boy, but i don’t like a gold rush. (based on the song “gold rush” by taylor swift)
wc: 1.4k
warnings: none, some anxiety?
a/n: this took soooo long and i'm really sorry but i don't like to write if it doesn't feel right and it didn't for this story for a longgggg time. but anyway! here is a smaller part, and i think i can see what happens in the next one, so if you want another part, please let me know!! as always, feel free to give feedback or request.
taglist: @meteora-fc @itscheybaby
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the rest of the holiday was spent close to bill. while you forced yourself to forget about the almost-kiss, it was suddenly very easy to be around him. on family outings to town, the two of you trailed behind to look into every shop window and pick out what you thought the other would buy. there were more walks on the shore, though there was also more space between you and bill when you walked. you picked up peculiar looking rocks, and rocks that matched your eyes. after dinner, everyone would sit around a coffee table in the living room, pretending to do a puzzle. when everyone went to bed, you would stay up to work on it, treasuring the quiet. you felt more comfortable in this kind of silence, the kind that– if you really listened– wasn't silent at all. there was the sound of the sea, waves lapping on the sand, and the wind blowing the tall grass into each other. it felt wrong, not in a bad way, but purely incorrect to call it silence. it made you feel calm, to know that something so mistaken could also be completely right.
on your third night of puzzling, you heard someone come down the stairs. the age of the cottage always alerted you to where anyone was in the house, and it was easy to assign people to the sound of how they moved. you could tell it was bill before he entered the room. he walked differently than anyone else in his family. most of his other siblings were too young to know anything other than running or putting all their weight in their steps. molly's feet were always moving close together, almost like a shuffle, and you knew it was usually due to shepherding their children around. bill walked always on an even beat, sometimes at different tempos, but you could always anticipate when the next step would land. "so this is where you sneak off to," he was leaning on the doorway, in a ratty tshirt and flannel pajama pants.
"i haven't been sneaking, do i look like i'm sneaking?" you ask, without looking up from the japanese garden you were piecing together.
"and here i was thinking you were ignoring my knocks on your door at night," this earned him an eye roll and bill pushed on the door frame and came to sit on the floor across from you at the coffee table.
"oh, make no mistake, if i was in my bed and you knocked, i would ignore it." you finally looked up in time to see him place a hand on his chest and fake hurt.
"you're killing me, y/n, really. this is no way to treat a friend."
"a friend wouldn't try to drag me out of bed."
"well you aren't in bed now."
"you're right. i'm sneaking." you egged him on, sliding a puzzle piece into place.
"aha! so you admit it!" bill whisper yelled, hitting the table with his hand, which in turn caused several puzzle pieces to fly into the air.
"yes, call my mother, i'm a delinquent for finishing the puzzle! my father would be so disappointed."
"as head boy, i may have to bring this to dumbledor," he said in a joking tone, but crossing his arms.
"and as head boy, maybe you should sod off," you showed him one of your fingers and rested your chin on the edge of the table between you. "you ready to go back to school?" you ask.
"i guess so, s'kind of scary to think about leaving hogwarts, so for some reason going back seems scary," he began fiddling with one of the small cardboard pieces. "not scary– i'm not scared, it's just... i don't know. daunting? that sounds a bit dramatic." you smiled and gave a faint hum, trying to tell him that you were listening, but he should keep going if he needed to. "i guess i just feel like i've been growing up for so long, and being the older brother and the dependable one, but soon it'll just be me. i'll be completely grown and i'll be the one depending on myself." he let out a breath, "sorry that was a lot."
"you don't have to apologize." you were looking for something else to say, but couldn't think of anything. in truth, you could related to all of and none of what bill said. you didn't come from a big family, and you were never a third parent to brothers or sisters, but the hesitance to end your childhood was a feeling you knew well. the two of you sat in silence for a bit after that, letting your minds wander, but not letting the other know where they had gone. "i'm going to get some water, do you want some?" you finally say, unfolding your legs and standing up.
"yeah, i'll come with you." he follows you to the kitchen. the moon is bright and pours through a window above the sink, filling the entire room and eliminating the need to turn on a light. you move to the cupboard and grab two glasses. handing one to bill, you both walk towards the sink. you wait as he fills his first, looking from his hands on the faucet to his eyes watching the water take up more and more space in the cup. he doesn't realize you're looking at him until the glass reaches his lips and he turns to you, and suddenly you're aware that you took too long after him to fill your cup. you let the tap gush into your cup and shut it off, turning your back to the sink and window. bill mirrors you and you both sip your water in silence, your eyes trained on the opposite wall, trying to focus on the cool liquid slipping down your throat and praying he wasn't looking at you.
after your glass is empty, bill holds out his hand and takes it so he can place both yours and his on the counter to his left. even though you were both finished, neither of you moved. you both stood, leaning backwards on the sink's edge, with your bicep barely touching his. you knew why you didn't move. you wanted bill to kiss you. after days of pushing it out of your mind, you finally let it seep into the partially lit room. one part of you knew you didn't like it. it's not that you didn't like bill, but you didn't like that you liked bill. but the larger part of you, the part that was in control of you tonight, wanted to see what happened next. "bill?" you turned your head and looked up at the boy, "i had a really good time this week." you smiled at him, only half his face catching the moonlight.
"me too," he shifted his body more towards you. "i like spending time with you, y/n," you felt him start to lean in.
"me too," you say, looking at his lips and make up to his eyes, "i mean–" you start to correct yourself.
"i know," bill said, catching your lips with his. the kiss was tender, but confident. you knew that bill wanted to be kissing you as much as you wanted to be kissing him. his left hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, his right resting on the counter and gently holding your waist. you moved your hand to hold his forearm, the other pulling him closer by the fabric of his shirt. it was warm and encompassing, which seemed to contradict the cool blue hue of the moon. when you finally pulled away, it was only slightly, so your faces were still close. "i–," he began.
"yeah," you finished. he let out a small laugh, and, in turn, you giggled, only slightly giddy with the situation that had just happened.
"we should probably go to bed," you say, without moving.
"probably," bill replies, also still, and this time you're the one closing the gap between you two.
"okay, i'm going. actually." you say, finally making a move towards the hall. bill's hand stays at your waist, and leads him to follow behind you and up the stairs.
when you get to your door, you turn to see bill at the door across from yours. "goodnight, y/n,"
"goodnight," you say as you slip into your room and shut the door, leaning on it closed and putting your hands on your face.
draco spoiling the reader nonstop like even after they’re married he brings her something everyday??
spoiled.
draco malfoy x reader
summary - ok just draco being an absolute sweetheart and treating the reader like a princess
warnings - maybe some cussing?
a/n - i don’t usually write for draco but i’m honestly starting to warm up to him
it started with random arrangements of gorgeous, colourful, and fragrant flowers- draco bringing you a new assortment every week, followed by a kiss on your forehead and a ‘these are for you, my princess.’ by the end of the month, every vase in your house was occupied, each homing a different bouquet.
he made sure to replace each one once they started to wilt, choosing a different flower each week. the first week it was roses, then tulips, followed by sunflowers and lilies. your home could be compared to living in a flower shop.
the gifts didn’t stop at the flowers as draco figured that you grew tired of them by the second month, and the upkeep was getting to be a hassle, so it was ‘necessary’ for a switch-up. you assumed that the gifts had stopped once the flowers disappeared, but you couldn’t be more wrong - then came the sweets and pastries.
you started off your day by getting out of bed and wandering down to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, but something caught your eye. a soft baby-pink box was sitting on the counter, the label written atop the box cursively in french. a small handwritten card sat next to it, you couldn’t help but smile at your husbands antics as you realized it was his immaculate penmanship.
‘my beloved y/n,
i figured that you had grown tired of the flowers, and honestly, they began to become quite a hassle to upkeep.
i hope you enjoy these in place of the bouquets.
i hand picked them from a bakery that my parents always adored, perhaps they may rival your sweetness in the way that flowers rival your beauty.
i love you-
forever yours,
draco.’
you felt your face heating up as you read the card, shaking your head slightly as you placed it back down on the counter. you had long forgotten about your tea as you opened up the box, longing to take a peek at what he had gifted you this week. the smell was the first thing you noticed- it was sweet, light, and started to make your stomach rumble.
sitting in the box was an assortment of macarons, tarts, eclairs, madeleines, and other pastries you had never even seen before. “holy shit.” you mumbled to yourself, wondering how you got so lucky in life to have a husband who spoils you on the daily.
you knew draco came from money long before the two of you wed, but that was never what enticed you. you instead fell for the way he carried himself so elegantly, the way he spoke- which never failed to charm everyone in the room, and the way that he looked at you like you were the only person in the world.
soon the pastries stopped, and you couldn’t help but ask yourself ‘what is he up to next?’. you had been reading on the couch when you heard the door open, immediately recognizing draco’s footsteps as he walked into the corridor. “my love, i’m home.” he chimed, peeking around the corner to see if you were in the living room. draco slipped off his shoes, and hung up his coat before practically bounding over to you with his hands full of bags, like an excited puppy.
you set your book down and smiled up at him, “what do we have here?” you asked as you cocked an eyebrow. “just some presents for my pretty girl.” he replied smoothly, sitting next to you and placing the bags in his lap. “alright, let’s open these, shall we?” you only nodded in response.
you soon found your skin adorned with newly purchased jewellery which included two new rings, one containing your birthstone and the other had a band decorated with small diamonds, as well as a customized locket with your initials carved into the back. draco urged you to open it, which you did, and it revealed a photo from your wedding.
you had a hard time stopping the tears from spilling, placing the necklace back into its container carefully before embracing draco. “oh draco, i love it, it’s beautiful...” you said, trying to keep your breathing steady. he rubbed your back, a low chuckle sounding from his chest.
“i’m glad you like it, my angel, but this isn’t the last of the presents.” he pulled away to press a chaste kiss to your cheek as he began to wipe away the tears, “don’t you want to open the rest of them?”
“merlin, i’m so spoiled.” you said softly, laughing slightly.
In which an unlikely friendship stems between two opposing two, making one of their lives a bit less grey
contains: platonic!reg & pandora (thoigh it could be read as romantic? i like to hc them as best fiends but it can fit the romantic narrative if you’d like) , protective!reg, he adores pandora and i do too, implication of bullying, unedited
authors note: i’m bored and dying from school do have this blurb i wrote inspired by manu reg and pandora friendship headcanons
Regulus Black hated the world.
He hated how cruel it could be, how cold and mean it was towards others without an ounce of remorse. He hated it.
He hated it even more however, when he had walked into the Slytherin Common Room to see no other then Pandora Lovegood on the couch—tears flowing from her eyes as Rosier draped a blanket around her shoulders. Beside her on the couch sat Emma Vanity who was rubbing the Ravenclaw’s arms comfortingly.
Regulus stiffened the second he saw her, the sudden action catching Evan’s attention but before he could even open his mouth, Regulus cut him off.
“Was it them?”
It was a vague question, that he knew, but they understood what he meant. Pandora lowered her gaze to the ground and leaned into Emma’s chest who shared a look with Evan. Regulus inhaled a sharp breath. That was all the answer he needed to know it was indeed them—those bloody Gryffindors.
He had decided to let them go the first time, agreeing with Barty that they were simply clueless first years but this wasn’t the same. Not after the many warnings he had given them, not after he nearly gave that knob a black eye behind one of the Hogsmeade shops. Those warnings clearly weren’t enough so perhaps learning the consequences of their actions would better teach them how to act.
Regulus had turned sharply on his heel and was ready to storm down the halls to search for those damn Gryffindors when a soft voice stopped him.
“Reg.” Pandora.
Regulus paused. He was just a step away from leaving the common room now and he could’ve left. Left and found those bloody twats and give them something to talk about but he couldn’t.
Because no matter how much he hated the world, he could never upset her and he knew that this would upset her. No matter how much they deserved it and how he so deeply wanted to watch as he turned their eyes dark, he just couldn’t. Not when it would upset her. He wouldn’t risk it.
Never.
His shoulders dropped as he let out a sigh and the common room door swung shut behind him. He had left and could’ve went to find the first years regardless of what she told him but Pandora Lovegood knew him and she knew he wouldn’t, for Regulus Black may hate the world—hate those bloody first years specifically and every other cruel thing the world had to offer—but he couldn’t deny the fact that she was the one thing that made him hate it a little bit less.
A blurb based off this exact video because I’m in need of tHIS.
Also I don’t condone underaged drinking but I feel this would be awesome to experience.
So it’s Ron’s first summer away from home and in the muggle world. It’s the summer before 6th year and you and Ron decide to break the rules a little.
“Come on!! This is our first summer where I’m allowed to go out alone” you nag as you pull him by both hands to a corner store, walking backward in front of him.
“Are you sure we won’t get caught?”
Ron was really nervous but decides to say fuck it and go for it.
Admittedly you were pretty scared but you knew it was now to never.
You pulled out your older sibling’s ID they lent you because they thought it was cute that you were trying to do that
You and Ron walk into the corner store, holding hands as your eyes scanned the selection of liquor.
You told ron to get some snacks so you could buy the drinks.
Ron goes in and starts browsing some candy bars and stuff right
You grab anything that looks sweet and whatever your older sibling drank-
You grab the bottles and walk up to the cashier who rings you up without any questions. You did your best to not make it awkward and you kept your cool
Ron on the other hand WASNT cool. He was tense as he placed the candy of the self check out and he as scanning the stuff, putting the money into the machine
As you show the ID and start to pull out money, a cop walks in. And Ron starts freaking. The fuck. Out.
You panic. You get your drinks you pile them up in your arms and grab ron by the arm, pulling him out of the store once the cop wasn’t looking in your general direction.
The cop notices and heads out because y’all were a little obvious. But you guys are already halfway down the block before they yell out at you. But they don’t chase after you and just accept it.
The second you guys are out of the store you guys start RUNNING. Full on SPRINTING to the nearby park, laughing your asses off as you hand Ron a bottle, it was at that moment you guys felt like teenagers.
Later on you guys are sitting on those like big play things they have for kids and staring at the stars, pretty buzzed as bottles surround you guys. You guys are just cuddling and kissing super softly. It’s kind of uncomfortable but you guys wouldn’t have it any other way.
