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andichoseyou · 10 months
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paper rings / champagne problems / you're losing me
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tthealchemy · 9 months
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wrap your arms around me, baby boy 💕
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breakbleheavens · 9 months
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In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want
TAYLOR SWIFT performs PAPER RINGS for the first time ▸ The Eras Tour — Minneapolis, Minnesota (Night 1) | June 23, 2023
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hope-ur-ok · 9 months
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The crowd was so LOUD for paper rings
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ourlastkiss · 10 months
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the fuck of it all is she would of married him with paper rings
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kitsebastianconnor · 9 months
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Reputation or Lover this or that. Ready for It or Cruel Summer? End Game or Paper Rings? Delicate or The Archer? LWYMMD or Me!? So It Goes... or I Think He Knows? Gorgeous or London Boy? Getaway Car or Death by a Thousand Cuts? Dancing With Our Hands Tied or Cornelia Street? Dress or False God? This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things or I Forgot that You Existed? Call It What You Want or Lover the song? New Year's Day or Daylight? Reputation or Lover?
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finthegood · 2 months
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I'M WITH YOU EVEN IF IT MAKES ME BLUE
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jj maybank x fem!reader
description: jj and rafe get into a fight over jj being poor. you end up having to clean up your boyfriend and assure him that you still love him. inspired by taylor swift's "paper rings." a lot of this is word vomit.
tw: violence, talk of socioeconomic status, fighting, money insecurity, and a plethora of injuries (shown above).
word count: 861.
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five punches and a lot of yelling later, you were sitting on your bathroom counter with jj standing guiltily between your denim-clad legs, eyes running over your face and licking his bleeding split lip.
"stop licking," you demanded mindlessly, voice only a whisper. jj jumped, slightly shocked to hear your voice for the first time since you had fled upstairs with him in tow.
"sorry," he replied roughly.
you had your head tilted to the side, trying not to block the light as you ran a cotton swab over his busted cheek. he tried not to wince at the feeling of cold ethanol alcohol in the wound, but his eyes squinted at the corners. you dabbed it with a dry cloth, before pulling the split together with a butterfly bandage.
as you tried to clear some of the blood off his jaw, you sighed. "i don't really know what to do about the lip. i don't think that i can put neosporin on it, so it's gonna hurt."
"that's okay, it already does."
you gave him a sharp look.
"sorry," he winced.
you chewed the gum in your mouth, having lost the majority of its flavor, now just making your jaw sore in solidarity to your boyfriend. "i know you are," you swallow. "i just don't understand why. we talked about this jage."
he closed his eyes and you watched his adam's apple bob in his throat. he opened his mouth, but nothing came out and he looked ashamed. after a pause, he began to talk.
"i can't stand rafe. i don't know what it is about him, because he isn't the only person who doesn't like me. hell, he's not even the only person who doesn't like me because i'm poor. he just-" he let out a broken sigh. "he just gets under my skin every time, and i don't know why. he makes me so angry, i can feel it boiling under my skin and i just black out. i'm sorry." his voice is hoarse and you know he means it.
"i know."
"i don't even feel bad because he's such an asshole. he has everything. and i don't have shit and he talks and talks, but he doesn't even understand what he's saying because he can't because he has always been fucking rich and i wish i could have that life." his words are spilling out of him, sentences wrapping around each other and his eyes are going glassy. it hurts your heart to see him like that.
you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him, even though you are still angry, because the hurt is sour between your teeth, and you need him to know that he isn't alone.
"but this time was bad. i'm happy your dad was there so fast because i think i could have really hurt him this time," he says it like a secret because it is, but between you two it's just the truth. "he said that i didn't deserve to be at a party like that. that i don't deserve you and your family because i'm just some asshole with no one, with nobody waiting on me or for me. i know you say he's horrible and i agree, but i just think sometimes that if it was a choice between me or him, everyone at that party would choose him, because he's just less trouble."
his words are muffled by your neck, but the meaning is clear. you raise his head and you are inches apart. his breath fans across your face. you rub his unbruised cheek with your fingers and meet his eyes, determined.
"i choose you," you state. he makes a wounded noise. you press a soft kiss to his cheek, trying to move oceans with one small kiss. trying to communicate how much he means to you.
"i'm sorry," he whimpers.
"i don't care about the money, jj. i love you. i choose you. even if i have to clean you up in my bathroom every weekend. even if we both have to be normal people with normal jobs, who work and struggle. you are worth more to me than rafe and this stupid kook shit could ever be."
"i know, i know. i love you and i'm sorry," he winces.
"well, i'm not so stop apologizing," you laugh.
"okay, sorry," he says, laughing loudly when you glare. he leans in to kiss you, split lip be damned. it's gentle and slow. his lips are warm and soft. he deepens the kiss, just looking to kiss. not pushing you to do anything, never asking for more than you give. he licks into your mouth and you sigh.
you kiss for a few minutes before you remember his lip and pull back. he chases your lips mindlessly and you snort. "your lip, baby." he groans and you have to stop yourself from continuing.
his hands rub your waist and you admire him. there is a bruise beginning to form on his jaw. you want to bite it. he swallows and whispers, "i like your earings."
"shut up," you snicker before going to kiss him again.
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Paper Rings - JJ Maybank
Hi Everyone! I think this is my new favourite thing I have ever written hehe. This is based on this request<33 Pairing is: JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader Word count: 4.5k Warnings: Nothing but a little swearing I hope you all enjoy! Lots of love xoxo
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The moon is high Like your friends were the night that we first met Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet Now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed
An exaggerated, annoyed huff left your lips as you pulled yourself out of the water, treading on the waves while you had your new surfboard tucked under your arm.
The shine of the moon and stars above was reflecting on the water, giving enough illumination that you felt safe going out on the shallow water while you practiced standing up on your board – and failing miserably.
Being new on the island and for the first time in your life living by the water, one of the things you were most excited for was to learn to surf. But although it seemed easy and  effortless in all the films and videos you seen relating to the sport, it was actually way more difficult to perform than you anticipated.
You decided to give it a go for the first time tonight after picking up your board earlier. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself or be in anyone’s way, so you decided the night time would be the most suitable time to give it a go, the beach practically empty.
The only source of noise was a small campfire, surrounded by a few people who seemed to be around your age, drinking and smoking, seemingly having a good time.
You were what could be classed on the Outer Banks as a kook. Your parents were privileged lawyers who recently relocated to the seaside, already having established a name for themselves in the country and wanting a more peaceful life by the ocean as they ran their own company from home. Their reasoning being ‘they would rather sit outside and breathe in the salt air instead of the city smog.”
You didn’t exactly mind. Your friends were shallow, and their only hobby was shopping and talking down on others in the city and you craved something more meaningful. A simple life. So, you welcomed the change of location with an open heart, hoping to build a better life for yourself in Kildare.
“You’re doing it all wrong.” You heard someone shout from the distance as you grabbed your towel out of your bag that you left on the sand as you plopped your board next to it, feeling exhausted. You turned your head over to the figure walking towards you, barely making out a face from the reflection of a light on the pier. You could tell it was a guy, your age though with a can in his hand and an amused look on his face.
“Excuse me?” You scoffed as you pulled your towel around your body more and crossed your arms, defensively. He stopped in his tracks and held his hands up in front of his chest as if to signal that he is safe, before he continued.
“You’re using your arms too much. It’s all in the legs.” He explained as he pointed to your surf board, taking a couple steps closer to you again, until he was in front of you. You couldn’t lie to yourself – he looked beautiful. Dirty blonde hair that was all over the place, yet fell perfectly. Blue eyes that had the ocean in them. Him being tall enough to tower over you, making you feel almost safe instead of intimidated. You shook your head at your intrusive thoughts that made you almost forget his words.
“Did you come over here to insult me?” You turned your shocked and offended gaze towards him and his eyes widened while his lips opened to an ‘o’ shape, caught off guard by your accusation.
“No, course not. I just wanted to help you is all.” He scratched his neck awkwardly as he scrunched his nose, seemingly embarrassed by his words which made you smirk slightly, but you bit down on your lips before it was too noticeable.
“Well, thank you. I don’t need your help.” You nodded as you grabbed your jumper, not caring too much that you were still completely soaked, knowing you only had a short journey home before you could jump in the shower. You grabbed your bag and threw it on your shoulder as you held onto your board again and got ready to leave.
“Hey, wait up.” You heard his voice again, making you roll your eyes, but secretly finding his presence endearing, although you would not admit it to him.
“I’ve not seen you here before. What’s your name?” He asked, eyes filled with hope and interest and him wanting to know you made your heart flutter ever so slightly.
“I moved here a couple of weeks ago. I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself and a glint appeared in his eyes as a smile made his way to his lips, and you were sure it was the nicest smile you have come across.
“I’m JJ. Maybank.” He stuttered out his name as he took a sip of his can to which you gave him a small smile in return.
“Guess I’ll see you around JJ” You offered him a wave as you got ready to leave again, but his pleading voice stopped you in your tracks for the second time this evening.
“Maybe hang out sometime? I could show you around the island or introduce you to my friends.” He pointed to the crowd you observed earlier by the fire, seemingly having a fun time as laughing and shouting could be heard even from a distance, making your chest pang in hurt, knowing it’s not something you ever had before. You returned your gaze to JJ, and you found him already looking at you with interest and hope, making your cheeks heat up slightly.
“Goodnight JJ.” You offered as a statement, as you turned and left the boy standing there, desperately wanting to know you more as he engraved your name in his brain, hoping to find out as much as he could at a later date.
The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe
It was a few weeks later that you finally felt like you belonged on the island. Your days were filled with spending time at home in your garden, reading one of your many romance books, going out to coffee shops and bars, exploring as much of the Outer Banks as you could.
You even managed to make a few friends, all of them much nicer than the previous crowd you surrounded yourself with.
Today, you decided to attend the country club, where your parents were members and attended regularly, you not wanting to visit with them previously.
You had gone for a long walk along the beach, making you hot and desperate for a drink as you walked through the patio doors and a content sigh fell from your lips at the feeling of the air conditioning cooling you down instantly.
You took a seat at the bar and looked around – there were a few people eating lunch and conversing, but overall it was pretty quiet.
“Y/N! What a pleasure. I hope you’re not here to stalk me.” A familiar voice greeted you from behind the bar, your eyes growing wide as you turned towards the sound, only to find a familiar mop of head with a cheeky grin – only this time you could see him clear as day.
“If I knew you worked here, I wouldn’t have come.” You spat back playfully as a blush creeped up your cheeks from the sheer accusation and the way he ogled over your face, suddenly too aware of how sweaty you may have looked.
“Too late princess.” He winked as he put a cloth down beside him and wiped down the counter, the smirk he had plastered on never faltering from the way you audibly gasped at the nickname he’s given you.
“What can I get you?” He looked up at you a couple seconds later as he leaned forward as close as he could, as he examined your features, almost as if he wanted to remember everything about you.
“Something fruity. And lots of ice please.” You breathed out, his proximity making you more nervous as you tried your best to keep your heart rate and breathing even, aware you failed at both.
“Coming right up.” He nodded determined as he grabbed a fancy, large glass and filled it to the brim with ice, before he started adding several different juices and topped it off with a mint and placed it in front of you.
You pulled your purse out and grabbed your card, as you looked up at him expectantly, only to be met with a cheeky grin, leaving you to change your expression to a questioning one.
“Nah, sweetheart. That drink is going to cost you a date, with me.” He leaned forward again, waiting for your answer as you rolled your eyes and a chuckle left your lips, leaving him dumbfounded at how beautiful it sounded.
“I don’t deal in that currency Maybank.” You shook your head but couldn’t help the smile that you broke out in from the way he was trying.
Your witty response left him breaking out into a small laugh too, and you felt so proud to be the reason for his reaction.
You placed some cash in front of him as you slipped your card back in your wallet, clear that he wasn’t budging as you stood up and threw him one more smile before you grabbed your drink and walked outside to the garden, your heart and brain full of JJ Maybank.
Kiss me once ‘cause you know I had a long night Kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alrightThree times ‘cause I’ve waited my whole life
It took exactly three months for JJ to convince you to go on a date with him. Not that you didn’t want to all this time. He was everything you ever looked for. He was easy on the eyes, funny, determined, but it scared you that he wanted you. After living a life where your friends didn’t care about you, it was unusual to have found someone who knew what they wanted.
The endless pining from him never stopped until you finally said yes to him. He tried every trick in the book that he could think of and needless to say, each of them made you swoon and fill your heart with adoration for the boy.
JJ never allowed you to pay for a drink again in the country club, whenever you stepped foot in the establishment. You were very disapproving of this, worried that he would get in trouble, but each time you raised your fears he gave you a cocky smirk and shook his shoulders.
He never failed to compliment you and notice every small detail there was to notice about you, making your cheeks heat up at how much he paid attention to you whenever you were near.
One day he gave you a CD of your favourite artist that he found in a small store which made him think of you. Of course, you had all the streaming services in the world as they were paid for by your family – but the thoughtfulness of him was worth more than any money that could be spent. You even bought a CD player that afternoon, just so you could play it in your room, although you would never admit it to him.
Then, there were the times he would leave flowers on your porch with notes that said ‘Just one date baby, I’ll make it worth your time.’ or ‘you’re breaking my heart looking so damn beautiful in that dress you wore earlier.’ He also left his phone number on the bottom of every note, and you wished you could see his reaction when you sent him the first teasing text with the words reading ‘I’m free on Saturday Maybank, don’t make me regret it.”
And as you were sat on the beach beside JJ in a pretty summer dress, surrounded by battery operated fairy lights, a bouquet of wildflowers he picked for you himself, the salt air mixing with JJ’s scent of weed and smoke, you were glad you finally allowed him into your heart.
You spent the afternoon answering all of JJ’s questions about your family, growing up in a big city and how your previous life was, what brought you here, your favourite ice cream flavours, what you enjoyed doing and anything else that popped into his head while he intently listened to all your thoughts. And you did the same with him. You wanted to hear all about who he was and although you could tell he struggled with some things that he brushed over, he seemed happy to share his story with you.
You felt seen and heard by him and for the first time in your life you felt yourself falling for someone, hard. Because none of it was forced or fake, it was just JJ and you having fun and enjoying each other’s company.
The afternoon soon turned into the evening as the two of you were eating and giggling under the sunset sky, painted in the most vibrant pink and orange clouds, while the summer breeze stayed as warm as during the daytime. You couldn’t help the itch that the smooth ocean waves caused under your skin and you looked at JJ with a cheeky grin, causing the boy’s eyebrows to shoot up and mimic your expression.
“Fancy a swim?” You asked as your eyes glistened with hope and need to submerge your body in the water. You didn’t hesitate as you stood up and looked towards the direction of the sea, eagerly waiting for the response of your date.
JJ laughed at you as he shook his head, but followed you as he stood up nevertheless. An excited squeal left your lips as you turned around and ran towards the water, while yanking your top off and pulling your shorts off. You looked back to see if JJ was following and you found him frozen in his spot, as he looked over at your body, a blush visible on his face, making you chuckle and causing your face to heat up from his intense gaze.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He shouted in your direction with his arms thrown up in the air helplessly, as he gathered himself and pulled his t-shirt off, making your breath hitch in your throat.
“Hurry up JJ, you’re so slow!” You shouted back teasingly, earning a fake annoyed growl as he started running towards you, while you dived into the waves with a splash, happiness overflowing in your body. As you came back above the water, your face was splashed with water as JJ jumped in next to you, laughing as he saw your shocked face once he re-emerged.
“I can’t believe you splashed me.” You stated with a laugh as you splashed him back playfully and swam towards him with a smile so big, it made your cheeks hurt.
“I can’t believe the world’s most beautiful girl is on a date with me.” He expressed as he pulled you closer to him by the waist as his words made you giggle like a teenager and you threw your arms around his neck. You looked up into his eyes to find honesty behind his words, his gaze filled with longing and accomplishment, causing butterflies to erupt in your belly.
“God, shut up and kiss me already.” You whispered as you bit your lip and pulled his face closer to yours. A huff left his throat as a smirk made it’s way on his mouth, causing yours to curl up at the same time, while he connected your lips in the most breath taking, head spinning kiss you have ever experienced. And in that moment, you knew, that JJ Maybank was your fate, an inevitable equation in your life’s destiny. No matter your differences in status or upbringing. He made your heart and soul happy, and that was more than money could ever do.
I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings Uh-huh, that’s right Darling, you’re the one I want. The pair of you have defined all odds that the island decided to bet on against your relationship. The kook princess and pogue boy.
It annoyed you endlessly how so many people from your neighbourhood gave you questioning looks every time JJ was by your side or how some residents even had the nerve to ask ‘why him?’ when he was brought up in conversation.
Even your parents were uncertain at the beginning of your relationship, but the moment they had met him, they were both won over and since then they have been fighting your corner at every opportunity they got. They trusted you and believed in JJ in a way that no adult ever has previously, shocking him at first but now their support meant the world to him.
And although the chatter around the two of you lessened, you still found times when people had questioned JJ’s ability to be a good boyfriend to a kook girl like you, finding him spiralling in his mind.
It seemed today was one of those days, it also being your one year anniversary.
You knew JJ had planned something big, and as much as you had told him you didn’t need him to go extravagant or spend a lot of money, you were well aware he had not listened. He didn’t admit it, but you knew he picked up as many extra shifts he could juggle the last couple of months leading up to the celebration, and as much as you appreciated your hard working boy, your heart broke at his need to impress you.
The only instructions you received prior to the evening was for you to wear a pretty, long dress – JJ being familiar with the collection of clothes you had, memorising every single thing you wore.
So, you got ready, spending more time than normal to perfect your appearance, hoping to impress your boyfriend, although he always looked at you like you hung the stars.
A knock could be heard on your front door and your heart rate picked up as you walked towards it and eagerly opened it. A gasp left your lips as you looked at JJ who held a beautiful, large bouquet of flowers in front of him, that were definitely from a florist as opposed to the ones he would normally pick you himself. He was wearing a crisp, linen shirt, one that you had not seen before and you were sure was new. He even wore a pair of black trousers and his hair looked more polished than you had ever seen it before. He looked so good and you appreciated all the effort, although he could’ve turned up in one of his normal t-shirts and you still would’ve swooned just from seeing him.
As you took in his appearance, he was very clearly doing the same thing to you as his gaze ran down your frame and back up to your face, his eyes glowing with love and want as he reached his arm around your waist and pulled you into a hungry, needy kiss that left you forgetting your own name.
“Baby, you look incredible. I think you’re too beautiful to be seen with me. I might get arrested.” He joked, although there was a slight tone to his voice that made you believe, it may not be a complete funny remark from him, leaving you to crinkle your nose ever so slightly.
“JJ, you look amazing. So handsome.” You said honestly as you stepped closer to him once again, and cupped his cheek with your hand, while his other cheek earned a kiss from you, making him smile as a small blush showed on his face.
“And these flowers are stunning J. Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You made a point to ensure he knew he didn’t have to go to great lengths to impress you. Although he brushed your comment off and waited in the doorway as you put the flowers into a vase, mumbling that you would arrange them properly when you got home.
“Come on pretty girl, let’s go celebrate us.” He put his arm around you once again as he pulled you by his side, and led you towards the town that was only a few minutes walk away from your house. The walk was spent by discussing your days and holding hands as JJ planted small, occasional kisses to your temple and you didn’t think you would ever get used to the feeling of his lips on your skin.
“I know you haven’t tried this place yet. But I heard it’s nice, so I booked us a table.” JJ spoke into your ear as he led you to the new, very fancy restaurant that opened on the waterfront, leaving you to look up at him in shock.
“JJ, it’s so hard to get a table. Even my parents haven’t had a chance to eat here yet. How did you pull this off?” You asked with furrowed brows and he just smirked down at you with a cocky, determined smile that you loved so dearly.
“I know a guy.” He shrugged with a chuckle and you stared at him with a questioning look, knowing that it was clearly not the full story. You decided to leave the subject behind as he opened the door for you and ushered you inside to a table that had a couple of candles lit on them and was a little more tucked away then the rest.
“This place is amazing.” You whispered to him as he tucked your chair in for you, earning a smile from him, that didn’t quite reach his eyes as you realised something was truly bothering him.
“Only what you deserve beautiful.” He exclaimed as he took a seat in front of you and picked up his menu that he started browsing. It wasn’t necessarily what he said that made you stop in your tracks but the way his eyes looked slightly glazed over and he bit his lip, the way he always did when he was slightly anxious.
“Are you okay J?” You asked softly as you took one of his hands into yours, encouraging him to set the menu down for a second. He took a deep breath and looked away as he started fidgeting with his other hand – rolling a piece of paper that he had in his pocket which is something he started doing when he learned how to make rings out of paper. His recent favourite thing to do, resulting in you having a box of them at home that you cherished so dearly.
“This is the life you’re meant to live Y/N, you know? The fancy, kooky restaurants. Expensive champagne at home and purses that cost more than my house.” He laughed humourlessly, as he looked into your eyes, but there was nothing but sadness and worry behind them, your heart aching at his words and gaze.
“You have all these men wanting you and praying for me to fuck up so that they get to have a chance with you and treat you way better than I ever could.” He continued as you could see his mind spiralling the more he talked, clearly believed what he was saying was valid.
“You should get this every damn night. Not once a year.” He lifted his arm as he motioned around the restaurant, before he settled his eyes back on yours, his lip quivering slightly as he tried his best to keep it together, now clearly blaming himself thinking he ruined your night.
You grabbed his other hand in yours as you pulled it to your lips and gave a kiss on each knuckle, soothing him and gathering your thoughts for a second at the same time.
“I don’t care about the life you think I’m meant to live. What I do and who I do it with is up to me, I think we can agree.” You started as you let his hands go and looked up at him expectantly. Your eyes earning a small nod from JJ as he lowered his gaze to the dinner table and breathed out a small bit of air that seemed to have been stuck in his chest as he returned his attention to the paper in front of him that he began twisting in the known pattern.
“And the life I want to live is one that involves you being my boyfriend. Not anyone else, you only, JJ.” You continued reassuringly as you looked into his eyes, his emotions changing right in front of you into one of loving appreciation.
“But what if this is the only thing I can give you?” He held up the small paper ring that he made as he bit his lip again, patiently waiting for your answer.
“Then I will be the happiest girl alive that I get to be the one you give this to. I don’t want money or expensive purses. I only want you.” You breathed out as you took the paper ring from him and put in on your middle finger, it being too big for the others.
JJ stood up from his chair as he walked over to you and leaned down to kiss you, burying all his emotions into your lips, not caring who was looking at the two of you.
“I love you JJ and please don’t ever question it again.” You looked up at him with starry eyes, only to find him looking at you with the same look. One that was full of love and the promise of a life filled with nothing less than that.
“I love you Y/N. I can’t wait for more years with you.” He spoke as he planted another peck on your lips before he walked back to his seat.
“Now can we please order food? I’m wasting away here.” He breathed out dramatically as he pointed to his stomach, earning a loud laugh from you as you nodded agreeing. The rest of the evening was spent as you normally would. By loving and cherishing every moment with the person that mattered the most. Because what you said was true. You would choose a paper ring made by him over any diamond jewellery on the planet if that meant he would be by your side for eternity.
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darkacademiaposts · 2 years
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hey (with the intentions of reading all the books beside your bed)
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nari-roll · 5 months
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—wriothesley, who loves to spoil you so if he were to propose, he’d make sure to buy at least 3 or 5 pretty rings for you to choose from because he wants to make sure everything’s perfect, but you’d pretty much marry him even if he proposed with paper rings.
i’d ask for his hand in marriage
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staring at the ceiling with you
oh, you don't ever say too much
do something babe
say something (say something)
lavender haze / paper rings / exile / hoax / midnight rain / bejeweled / hits different/ bigger than the whole sky / the great war / you're losing me
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you’re the one I want
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drarrily-we-row-along · 6 months
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October 2: Friends, Family, Loved Ones
It was Harry’s birthday, and as much he felt embarrassed when a big fuss was made over him, he loved that Draco had planned him a party out in the manor grounds, a big white tent lit up with sparkling fairy lights.
The food was good and the company even better. All of his friends, family, and loved ones gathered around playing games and telling stories; then once they were drunk enough, singing karaoke. He was giggling into his glass of wine (his favorite: Draco had given him an entire bottle just for him) as Hagrid finished a mopey ballad.
Draco was looking unbearably smug about how happy Harry was and Harry couldn’t help but find the smugness horribly endearing. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to his rosy cheek, warm from wine and happiness, “I love you,” he murmured before tucking his nose against Draco’s neck, “thank you for a brilliant birthday.”
“Sap,” Draco accused with a soft tsk, but he was pulling Harry closer, pressing kisses into his hair. “I have one more surprise for you,” he said, and Harry could hear the quiet undercurrent of nerves.
He kissed Draco’s neck, pausing to suck lightly at it just to hear him gasp and feel his body wriggle, “you’ve spoiled me rotten today already,” he said and he’d meant it to sound accusatory but it only came out ridiculously pleased and terribly fond, his whole chest like spun cotton candy, fluffy and light, and sticky sweet.
“Well,” Draco said, “this one is a little bit selfish.”
Harry hummed and just cuddled a little closer so that he was more in Draco’s chair than his own.
"I have to get up to give it to you," he said, chuckling softly and pressing even more kisses into Harry's hair.
With a heaving sigh, he forced his body upright once more with a piteous groan.
His boyfriend leaned down and pecked his lips, "Love you," he murmured against his mouth.
"Mmmh," he hummed, wrapping a hand around Draco's neck and drawing him closer.
"Menace," Draco murmured, kissing him, kissing him, kissing him, like there was nothing else that he'd rather do.
Harry grinned up at him when he pulled back, trailing the tips of his fingers over Draco's flushed cheeks.
"Tell me you love me," Draco requested, soft and sweet, smiling and open.
"I love you," he said, soft and sure, the truest thing he's ever known.
With a mischievous smirk, he gave Harry a wink and sauntered off. It was a couple minutes later when Draco appeared on stage, wearing a sequin top and a pair of short white shorts, tummy peaking out as he pulled the microphone out of the holder.
He cleared his throat, "I wanted to thank you all for being here to celebrate my very favorite person," he said and Harry's face stretched into a smile so wide it made his cheeks hurt. "And also for bearing witness to what's about to happen," he added as the choruses of 'awws' and whistling died down.
Draco gave a nod to Blaise who was standing at the ready by the karaoke machine waiting to hit play. And then Draco started singing, looking out at Harry with a huge grin.
"The moon is high, like your friends the night that we first met," he started.
And Harry laughed at the memory, they had all been high that night after they'd graduated. Lounging about or dancing around the club, causing all sorts of chaos.
"Now I've read all of the books beside your bed," he continued with a wink. Harry grinned up at him, because that was true too, they'd read most of them together, actually, curled up under the duvet. He hadn't been read to as a child, but Draco more than made up for it with the voices and the dramatic way he read.
"The wine is cold, like the shoulder that I gave you in the street. Cat and mouse for a month, or two, or three," he sang on, twisting his body to look at Harry coyly and Harry remembered the months between when he’d started to feel attracted to Draco and when Draco had started to believe him, "now I wake up in the night to watch you breathe."
There was another round of 'awes' and some pretend wretching but Draco rolled his eyes and sang on. Meeting Harry's gaze once more as he sang, "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings," and Harry's heart flew into his throat at the implication, did he mean it? Was that even possible?
"And I hate accidents, except when we went from friends," he gestured between the two of them, "to this."
His heart burst, Draco did so hate the unplanned, abhorred surprises. That proclamation-
"Darling, you're the one I want in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams-" a chorus of laughter and whistling broke out and Draco's cheeks flushed bright red but he kept singing, staring at Harry with a naked devotion and affection.
He couldn't breathe with it, his heart rattled painfully around his chest.
Draco sang the next verse before jumping down off the stage and making his way to Harry, bending down as he sang "kiss me once, cause you know I've had a long night," Harry leaned in obligingly and kissed his cheek. "Kiss me twice cause it's gonna be alright," and there were those nerves tingling from Draco's consciousness and into Harry's. He leaned in and kissed his cheek again. "Three times, cause I've waited my whole life." And this time he leaned in to press a hasty kiss to Harry's lips like he couldn't help himself while they counted him back in.
He sang the refrain again, climbing into Harry's lap as he melted into the bridge, "I want to drive away with you, I want your complications too, I want your dreary Mondays-"
Harry's throat went tight around those words, around the way that Draco loved him when he couldn't make heads or tails of the darkness that threatened to overwhelm him.
"-Wrap your arms around me, baby boy," he said, giving one of Harry's arms a little tug.
He repeated the bridge, wrapping an arm around Harry's neck and carding his fingers tenderly through Harry's curls, making Harry tear up again as he stared up into those beautiful silver eyes.
Draco moved into the refrain again, slower and a little sweeter, like a promise. "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings." Harry gripped him a little tighter, "you're the one I want," he sang softly. "And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this, uh huh, darling.”
He jumped up, Harry’s fingers trailing after him as he went, singing the refrain again as he made his way to Pansy who was holding out a small box for him. “In paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams,” he sang as he made his way back over and dropped to his knees. “You’re the one I want,” he sang, looking up as he opened the box to reveal a gold band.
Harry’s hands flew to his mouth, like a complete cliche, “Draco,” he whispered as the crowd around them went unnaturally still.
“Marry me?” he asked, eyes tight around the edges like he thought Harry could possibly say no.
“Yes, of course yes,” he said, “you silly, perfect man. Of course.”
The room erupted into cheering but Harry could hardly hear it, too wrapped up in his love to notice.
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Written for @flufftober prompt 2 “friends, family, loved ones”
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* Paper rings by Taylor Swift playing in the background*
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