trainer pansy

purqatory  asked:

ronsy: pansy (famous fashion designer) fussing over ron's closet when she moved in xxxxxxxxx

  • you think pansy waited until she moved in to dress that man?
  • hahaha nope
  • when they first start hooking up it’s just that
  • a hook up
  • and then another
  • and another
  • they meet, have their fun, and then break away. it’s fun and simple and exactly what they need
  • and then one time ron accidentally sleeps through the night and pansy’s waking him up and kicking him out
  • sleepovers were an explicit no
  • “okay, geez, i’m sorry. bloody hell,” ron grumbles as he pulls on his old dirty jeans and garish orange sweater
  • he’s reaching for his beat up trainers when pansy finally realizes what he dresses like in the day time and she’s just aghast
  • “ugh, out!” she’s shoving him out of the door because she just can’t bare the sight of it all. she shuts the door behind him and shudders
  • it happens again a few weeks later and she just groans and kicks him awake. 
  • “ugh get out,” she mumbles into her pillow. because it’s five in the morning and she does not have the energy for the dramatics
  • he rolls out of the bed and pulls on coduroys of all things and she shoves her head under her pillow
  • she’s the one to make the next faux pas when she wakes up at seven at his place
  • once she gets over the initial disgust of realizing that his apartment isn’t decorated industrially… it just is industrial, the first thing she does is find his closet
  • ron wakes up to the sound of hangers hitting the floor and the sight of pansy in her underwear and his t-shirt throwing his clothes into piles on the ground and scoffing to herself
  • “the fuck parkinson?” he mumbles
  • “your wardrobe is insufferable,” she says, not pausing one bit in her movements. “and if seeing you in the light of day is going to become a thing now, we need to fix that.” 
  • “we?” he muses
  • she huffs and throws the last of his things into a pile and finally looks at him. she points to the largest pile “shit that absolutely must go.” ron sees most of old t-shirts, zip up jumpers, and jeans in that pile and while he sees a few things he’d keep, he knows that getting rid of most of that wouldn’t be the worst thing
  • she points to the medium pile. “shit that i can actually work with.” ron rolls his eyes and sees a few pairs of his nicer jeans, his dress robes, and the only three button downs he owns.
  • she points to the smallest pile. “shit that should be in the first pile, but i figured you had some sort of gross attachment too.” in that pile he sees most of his mom’s sweaters, his cudley cannon’s shirts, his holyhead harpies shirt, and his gryffindor stuff. 
  • he sighs and starts climbing out of the bed. “what, you going to take me shopping now?” 
  • “i obviously have too.” 
  • he nods and leans down to pluck a few shirts out of the big pile. “so what’s gross, the attachment-” he asks, tossing them into the small pile, “- or the attachment to these things?”
  • pansy scoffs. “both really, but any attachment is so unattractive.”
  • “you must be hideous then,” he says seriously, and she gets the most offended look on her face. “because i think you’re pretty attached to me.”
  • and before she can protest he scoops her up and carries her to the bed and she’s laughing and slapping at his shoulders
  • “if i’m hideous then you’re positively grotesque.”