3•rainy sundays•

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So I got a simple request of Paul fluff. This is basically what I thought of instantly!
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I woke up to the smell of coffee, so I quickly made my way to the kitchen where my boyfriend of two years, Paul „a freaking masterpiece" Rudd, was cooking breakfast.
It was our Sunday tradition to eat pancakes and I was so glad that he was up early to make them. What a gentleman he was.
I made my way towards him and gave him a quick peck on the lips telling him good morning. We both were no big talkers when we woke up, not unless we've had at least two cups of coffee. Yep we are kind of like Loralai and Rory from Gilmore Girls (btw one of the greatest shows of all time!!).
Today was a rainy day, so we decided to watch movies all day and eat way too much junk food and sweets.
‚So what movie do you want to watch first?', he asked curiously.
‚How about we do another Harry Potter marathon? I'm kinda in the mood for Witchcraft and Wizardry!', I replied smiling like an idiot, cause that's basically my normal reaction to anything Harry Potter related.
‚How about I kill myself instead of watching Harry Potter for the hundredth time in one week?'
‚Oh come on Harry Potter is one of the most amazing movie franchises! You can't have enough Harry Potter in your life!'
‚All right, only if I decide on the next movie day?'
‚Paul you the best!' , I said, starting to kiss him.
By the time we were watching Goblet of Fire I started falling asleep, so I snuggled into Pauls side even more, slowly feeling my eyes close.
Paul did not notice of course and watched the whole film by himself. When he did recognize me sleeping though, he picked me up and carried me to our king sized bed and we cuddled into a little ball, sleeping like that until morning!
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This was a very short imagine, but my cute ass baby cat was distracting me the whole time, so thats all I have time for.
I hope you liked it anyways and as always leave feedback!
Stay safe,
Marie-Christine

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