Ralph Macchio imagines ♡

the beach

"Hey y/n, watch this," Ralph calls out as I'm reading my book on the sand.

I look over to watch him playing with his football, doing all sorts of tricks until he accidentally knees the ball in his face.

"You're doing amazing sweetie!!" I call out teasingly with a laugh.

He picks up the ball and runs over to me, taking a seat on my lap.

"It didn't hurt much anyway," he says, acting all cool.

"Of course you soldier, why are you on me?" I ask with a smile.

"Am I not allowed to sit on a comfortable chair?" He replies cheekily.

I rolled my eyes playfully and put my book down, wrapping my arms around his toned abdomen.

We sat in silence, listening to radio music from a couple nearby.

"Have you put sunscreen on?" I ask curiously.

"I don't need any, I'm Ralph Macchio," he grins.

"You owe me five dollars if you're sunburnt," I laugh.

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I'm making a hot chocolate in the kitchen when Ralph calls me upstairs.

I walk into the bedroom to see him laying on the bed, his skin bright red.

"There's five dollars in my wallet," he sighs as I laugh.

"The mighty Ralph Macchio strikes again," I tease.

He pouts his lips and I know exactly what that means.

I walk over and kiss him, being careful not to touch his skin.

"Not even a sunburn can stop me from getting my favorite y/n kiss," he smiles.