Palaye Royale Imagines {REQUESTS CLOSED}

Nutella Freak (Remington) (Funny)

Your POV:

"Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNN!" Remington yelled.

"What is it?" You asked walking into the kitchen where he sat.

"I cant find the Nutella!" He exclaimed anxiously.

"That's because we used it all for the the chocolate Nutella cake we made last week." You said giggling.

"T-that means we have no more Nutella?! That's it I'm done living where's the gun?" He said pacing back and forth.

"You're not aloud to die and we don't even own a gun Rem." You said putting your fingers on the sides of your nose.

"BUT I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT MY PRECIOUS NUTELLA!" He said, dramatically falling to the floor.

"Wow I'm starting to think you like Nutella more than me..." You said sarcastically, crossing your arms in the process.

"Hey I do no-well maybe I like it just like one percent more than I like you..." Remington said, avoiding all eye contact with you.

You sighed before grabbing Remington's muscular, tattooed arms and dragging him into the living room.

"Put on your shoes you big baby and lets go to the store." You said.

"Yay!" He exclaimed as he crawled to his shoes by the front door.

"I love you, but damn you are a strange human Remington Leith." You said snorting.

《《 Time skip to the store 》》

"NUTELLAAAAAAAAAA!" Remington yelled, running through the sliding doors.

"Oh for Pete Wentz's sake..." You mumbled under your breath.

You made your way to the spreads isle where Remington would certainly find his true love. You walked up behind Remington as he turned around, holding as many jars of Nutella as he could.

"That's going to be really expensive love, especially since you got the big jars." You pointed out.

"It's worth it, I'm stalking up." He said making his way to the register.

He dropped the jars of Nutella on the conveyor belt. The old woman that stood behind the register looked at Remington in shock.

"Um may I ask why you need this much spread dear?" She asked as she started to scan the jars.

"Oh you know, it's just good stuff." Remington replied hesitantly.

"He has an addiction." You butted in.

"I see, uh give me one moment please." She said picking up the register phone and turning around.

"I have two teenagers out here trying to buy a ton of nutellas, I think they may be on drugs sir." You heard her whisper into the phone.

"Mam with all do respect...WE ARENT ON DRUGS! This is literally a normal item anyone can buy, it's not like we can store crack in it or something!" You said raising your voice.

"I read an article online and it said you cou-"

You looked at her name tag before replying.

"Marry, we aren't using chocolate spread for drugs. We're just a normal young couple trying to enjoy a treat!" You said raising your voice again.

"Don't raise your voice at me like that young lady. Learn to respect your elders!"

That's it, Marry is going D O W N!

"MAYBE YOU SHOULD RESPECT THE YOUNGER GENERATION! YOUR TITS ARE SO FAR OUT YOUR SHIRT THAT I CAN SEE YOUR VARICOSE VEINS! NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THAT YOU OLD THO-"

"Okay that's enough, just ring us up and let us go." Remington said.

Marry gave you the death glare before she rang up the jars as fast as she could, not even bothering to bag them.

You and Remington walked out of the store, arms filled to the rim with Nutella.

"Well that was eventful." Remington sighed, climbing into the drivers seat.

"That old hoe had it coming! " You exclaimed.

Remington just chuckled as he pulled out of the parking lot. He was just happy he had you and his Nutella.

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I really have no idea what this is, but I still hoped you enjoyed it! XX-Natalie