leilianii

[leilianii]

Heyyy 🤎

I have an idea:

Paul was in a relationship with Pedro's daughter (she's also an actress) everything was fine until she got pregnant and they broke up ( not because of the baby ). He can still see the kid and he's still in love with her. He tries his best to co-parent and get his girl back.

Hope u like this idea 😩 <3!

REQUESTED: so i'm like so sorry it took me forever to get this one (writer's block heh heh) this is by no means my best work or even remotely good but i had to get something out here lol so cheers :) hope you guys like it!

pairing: paul mescal x reader (angsty)

warnings: none

description: after breaking up during her pregnancy — for reasons neither of them like to talk about — paul’s doing everything he can to co-parent and earn back the girl he never stopped loving. but showing up isn’t the same as staying… and love alone might not be enough.

word count: 1.2k

title: you still feel like home

song: nights by frank ocean

you’re half-asleep when the doorbell rings. it’s 6:42 p.m., baby monitor tucked next to your thigh and your dinner half-eaten on the coffee table. it’s been a long day. teething. crying. spit-up on your third shirt. just enough peace now to scroll in silence and remember you used to have a life outside of diapers and white noise machines.

you don’t even have to check the door. you already know who it is.

paul’s never on time. but he always shows up.

you open it without a word. he’s standing there in his hoodie, hair slightly damp, holding a small brown paper bag.

“hi,” he says softly.

“you’re early,” you reply, voice flat.

“yeah,” he nods. “figured i’d try something different.”

you raise a brow. “being responsible?”

“no,” he smirks. “being selfish.”

you step back without inviting him in, but he walks in anyway. he always does.

he places the bag on the counter and shrugs off his hoodie. underneath, he’s in a wrinkled tee, tattoos peeking out his sleeves. your baby girl hears his voice from the monitor and lets out a soft noise — not quite a cry, more like a call.

paul perks up instantly. “she’s awake?”

“always wakes around now,” you mutter, already on your way to her room.

you hear him behind you. following.

she’s standing in her crib, arms outstretched like she knew he was coming. her chubby cheeks light up the second she sees him. “dada!” she squeals, tiny hands reaching.

paul doesn’t even hesitate. he lifts her like it’s instinct, spins her around, presses kisses all over her face. she’s giggling — that deep belly-laugh kind that only he can pull out of her.

your heart aches watching it.

he glances over at you. “she said it again.”

“mmhm,” you nod, leaning against the doorframe.

“you still pretending that doesn’t melt you?” he grins.

“i’m still pretending you didn’t bail on dinner last week,” you shoot back.

his smile drops. “i told you i had to reshoot. it wasn’t bailing.”

you look away. “whatever.”

he sighs, gently rocking your daughter. “you know i didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

“yeah,” you mutter. “but you still did.”

he follows you back to the kitchen, baby still latched onto his chest like a koala.

“you eat?” he asks.

“no time.”

he starts unpacking the paper bag. pasta. garlic bread. two mini lemon tarts. your favorite.

“you remembered?” you ask, not meaning to sound touched.

“course i did,” he says without looking at you. “you always get lemon when you’re pissed.”

you want to argue. say something smart. instead, you grab a plate.

the three of you sit on the couch — baby between you two, clumsily holding a breadstick and chewing with all six of her teeth.

paul can’t stop looking at her. his hand rests on her back protectively, like she might disappear if he looks away too long.

you watch him more than you watch your food.

“you’ve been good with her,” you finally say.

he blinks. “what?”

“showing up. playing with her. being consistent.” you pause. “she needs that.”

“she deserves it,” he says simply.

“we both know that’s not the same thing.”

he swallows. shifts a little closer. “you think i’m just doing this for her?”

you don’t answer.

“you think i don’t still love you?” he asks.

“don’t.” you shake your head. “don’t say that.”

“why not?”

“because you’re only here when it’s easy,” you snap. “when she’s smiling and it smells like pasta and no one’s crying. but where are you at 3 a.m. when she won’t sleep? or when i’m sobbing in the shower because my body doesn’t feel like mine anymore? where are you then, paul?”

he looks down at his lap. voice quiet. “i wanted to be.”

“then why weren’t you?”

silence.

your daughter lets out a tiny sneeze and you both react at the same time, reaching for a tissue. your hands brush and it lingers longer than it should.

he finally speaks. “i was scared.”

you snort. “yeah, me too. difference is — i didn’t leave.”

“i didn’t leave because of her,” he says quickly. “you know that. i love her. i love you. i left because... i felt like i was fucking everything up. like maybe you’d be better off without me.”

“you don’t get to decide that,” you whisper.

he nods. “i know.”

you shake your head. “no, i don’t think you do. because if you really knew what that did to me, you’d still be on your knees begging for another chance.”

his voice breaks. “i am, just not literally.”

“try harder,” you say, suddenly choked up. “because if you think just showing up with lemon tarts makes up for how broken i’ve been, you don’t know me at all.”

he reaches for your hand. “then let me try. not just for her — for us.”

—you let the silence fill the room. your daughter is fast asleep now, curled into paul’s chest. he’s cradling her gently, like she’s made of glass.

you wipe your eyes.

“she looks like you,” he whispers.

“she’s got your eyes though,” you say, your voice barely a breath.

he looks at you. really looks. “do you miss me?”

you hate how fast your heart answers before your mouth does.

“i don’t miss the mess,” you say. “i don’t miss the half-promises and the late texts. i don’t miss feeling like a placeholder for your next project.”

“but?”

you exhale. “but i miss you. i miss the way you hold her. i miss how you used to read to my bump. i miss waking up to you talking to her like she was already here.”

he closes his eyes like your words hurt.

you speak softer now. “you know what really broke me? not the leaving. not the silence. it was realizing that maybe we were the realest thing you ever had... and you still let go.”

“i didn’t let go,” he says, desperate. “i froze. i panicked. i didn’t know how to be a dad and a partner and a good son to pedro all at the same time. i felt like i was failing all three.”

“so you picked none,” you say.

he nods, ashamed. “yeah.”

the room is quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the soft breathing of your daughter.

you take a deep breath. “i’m not saying yes.”

“i’m not asking for that,” he says. “i’m just asking for the chance to show up. every time. no more disappearing. no more excuses.”

you nod slowly. “okay.”

he looks surprised. “okay?”

“one day at a time,” you say.

he smiles softly. “i can do that.”

you look down at your daughter, still sleeping on his chest.

“you can crash here,” you mumble. “if you want.”

“on the couch?” he grins.

“on the floor,” you shoot back, smiling for the first time tonight.

“that’s fair,” he laughs. “i’ll take it.”

later, you’re curled up in your bed alone. baby monitor next to your pillow. the soft echo of paul’s voice reading her a story from the other room carries down the hallway.

you close your eyes and for the first time in a long time, it doesn’t feel so heavy.

not healed.

not perfect.

but maybe… the beginning of something again.

maybe this time, he’ll stay.

and maybe this time, you’ll let him.

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hope you guys enjoyed this one! more to come...

requests and dms are opened, feel free to get in touch. also just turned on anonymous requests, i wanted to keep your thoughts private. love you guys !!

[leilianii]

Hello, I saw your post that you uploaded about Paul's writings😭😭😭, so I wanted to ask if you could make one of Paul x actress reader, I don't know, maybe he's going to see it behind the scenes or I don't know

REQUESTED: so i kind of got carried away with this, and i actually kind of love it. i'm deciding on whether or not i should make it a series, never done one before though😭 anyways...let me know what you guys think.

pairing: paul mescal x reader (fluff)

warnings: none

description: close, but not close enough follows two popular actors, you and paul, navigating a close friendship complicated by rumors and paparazzi. after a wild night, you both deal with the fallout of being misinterpreted as a couple, despite only wanting to stay friends. you both navigate your friendship with humor, understanding, and subtle flirtations, ultimately realizing how much you mean to each other.

word count: 2.2k

title: close, but not close enough.

song: lowkey by rochelle jordan

you wake up with a throbbing headache, which reminds you of the things that occurred last night but before you have time to reminisce… you all of a sudden have the urge to vomit. you quickly run to your bathroom and puke your organs out, it feels like never-ending vomit.

you’re about three minutes into just pure retching when you feel a pair of hands on ur shoulders, you’re too out of it to care who’s touching you, you just take the support and continue with your business. eventually the person’s hands pull back your hair, and as they graze over your neck that’s when you realize whose hands those belongs to

“PAUL? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?” you yell.

“jesus fucking christ, i slept over. do you mind?” he responds back

“do i mind? this is my house.” you respond lowering your voice. “do i mind?” repeating the sentence again wondering where he found the audacity.

“listen, i’m sure you remember we were all drunk. the others were able to get dd’s but i forgot to beforehand and when i tried to call an uber they hung up on me. i slept on the couch, don’t worry.” paul said clearly, trying not to piss you off any more.

“gosh paul, you know you can’t do shit like this. what if the paparazzi catches you leaving my house? i really don’t need another rumor going around.” you say, completely calm now.

“yeah, you’re right i’m sorry but at least we’re saving gas today.” he responds back, clearly not that sorry.

“pfhaha you think we’re driving to set together? you’re out of your mind, you sir are going back to your house and getting your own car.” you say matter-of-factly.

“really? you hate me that much?”

“yes..” you say watching his expression get mad. “now go get your stuff and i’ll see you in a bit.”

“fine whatever, hope you get even sicker.” he says as he walks out of your bedroom.

“FUCK YOU!” you yell back. you hear his laughter from across the house.

“love you too!” he says as the front door opens and closes.

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you and paul are both very popular actors, you guys have worked on a project once before and both of you guys are back to do another. he was one of your best friends and you genuinely enjoyed his presence but unfortunately because of the first film you guys filmed which was a romance, so many people have ‘shipped’ you guys together including fans, directors, writers and even your mutuals. it can be so frustrating when so many people want you together. you and paul of course don’t like each other, only friend feelings there, however you obviously take on more responsibility between the two of you, making sure that what you do doesn’t give people the wrong impression. unfortunately for you, paul doesn’t care at all.

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“i’m saying that we can’t be publicly hanging out, people will get the wrong impression” you say over the phone, currently on facetime with him.”

“who gives a shit? i mean we know exactly what we are and what we aren’t, people are going to come up with their own impressions anyways so we should just be ourselves.” paul responds not understanding your worry.

“yeah, i know but i don’t want to have to always worry about our outings being the headline of the next ‘people’ magazine” you say trying to get him to understand.

“we’re already in the ‘people’ magazine.” pauls retorts.

“okay, well this is my decision whether or not you agree with it. only private hangouts from now on.”

“fine,” pauls says clearly not happy with your decision “maybe we should just fake date and like give them what they want and then we’ll break up and no one will care about us again”

“you’re actually insane for that, tell me that wasn’t an actual thought of yours.” you chuckle.

“i’m just trying to think of ways where i can enjoy the company of one of my best friends.”

“i just told you, private hangouts. there’s no way around it, that’s that.” you say sternly.

“you’re hot when you’re serious.” paul says, expecting a reaction from you.

“okay and that’s where we end this call, talk to you never.”

“mhm, love you too sweetie.”

that conversation happened about three months ago and you must say, paul had done an excellent job making sure you guys were never seen together. that’s one of the things you loved most about him, he may not be happy with your decisions but he’ll always respect and follow them. you know paul loves you and just wants to hang out with his best friend, but you can’t afford the damage of one misinterpreted photo affecting you for months out of your life. paul may not know it now, but this decision is benefiting him a lot.

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you took a shower right after paul left, you definitely needed it especially with all the vomit on you. you took your hangover medications that you’ve had for years. 

after your shower, you got into some comfy clothes and tied your hair up. you didn’t feel like putting in any effort to your appearance today, especially since paul already saw you this rough.  you grab your keys, wallet and phone and head out the door. you walk to a coffee shop and order a matcha latte and have an uber pick you up and take you to set. 

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the uber has dropped you off, and you make your way to set. as you walk past everyone, you’re getting so many awkward looks. the tension is extremely high, you walk past your favorite producer and he just puts his head down. finally, you make it to your chair only to be interrupted.

“hey, umm the director wants to see you…” emily says awkwardly, she’s the director’s assistant.

“okay, where is he?” you ask.

“he’s over by the food.”

“mkay, thanks.” you respond as you start making your way to the food area.

on your way there you bump into paul…he sure knows how to clean up.

“hey, you heading to steve?” he asks.

“what? yeah, are you?” you ask clearly confused.

“yeah, emily told me he wanted to see me. you think we’re in trouble?” he asks.

“i mean we haven’t done anything wrong so he probably just wants to talk about a scene or something.”

“maybe, did you see how people were staring when you walked in?”

“yeah it was super weird, they did it to you too?” you ask him.

“yeah, they did.” 

you arrive at the food area and you see your director, steve. he’s grabbing some grapes and putting them on his plate. you and paul both give each other a stare and start walking towards him. you notice that some people around you were staring as you went up to steve.

“sir, you wanted to see us?” you say as you lightly tap his shoulder.

“ahh, hello guys. yes, i did want to see you both. i just wanted to remind you guys that dating while filming is not my preference, and although we’re almost finished shooting i will not hesitate to replace you guys.”

“i’m sorry…what?” paul asks, clearly upset.

“yeah, where is all of this coming from?” you ask irritated.

“next time you guys sleep together, try to be a little more sneaky.” he says as he throws a phone on the table and walks away.

you and paul both go to look what’s on the phone and to your disdain it’s ‘people’ magazine with the big and bold title of  “actor, paul mescal, was seen leaving co-stars apartment, proving all of the rumors true.” and right below that, is a picture of paul looking straight into the camera, only a block away from your apartment.

“fuuuuuuuuck” paul almost whispers.

“you’ve got to be shitting me. this is fucking ridiculous.” you say.

“listen, i’m so sorry. i really tried to be sneaky.”

“no, it’s not your fault. i knew this would happen eventually, i was just hoping it would be after we wrapped.” you say disappointedly.

“well, i guess we just have to explain ourselves to steve and hope for the best.”

“yeah, i guess so.” you sigh.

you honestly weren’t mad at paul at all, after all it’s not like he was the one who made these pictures surface. but you were however, mad at everyone else for believing that shit. you had assumed that over the year and a half you’ve worked with these people, they would be able to figure out what was false and what wasn’t. of course, you were wrong in that thinking…

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you had just finished wrapping up filming for the day, you were so exhausted and honestly all you wanted to do was go home and get drunk again.

“hey, you did a great job today.” paul says, interrupting your thoughts.

“thank you paul, as did you,” you think for a moment “you wanna come over and have a drink?”

paul laughs. “you’re joking right?”

“what? why would i be joking?”

“well i mean you’re the one that’s always saying we can’t be seen together.” paul says, chuckling.

“well, we’ve already been ‘seen’ together so let’s just enjoy ourselves.” you say, really wanting some company.

“god, if only someone had said that before.” paul says sarcastically.

“are you coming or not?”

“sureee, since you want me sooo bad.” paul says teasingly.

“yeah yeah, fuck you.”

you grab your stuff and walk off set with paul. “did you bring your car?” you ask paul.

“no i got an uber this morning.” he responded.

“mmm okay, well i’ll give you a ride then.” you say.

you open your car door and paul walks over to left side, getting into the passenger seat. you both are in the car and you turn the heater on because of how cold it was. you have paul put on some music and you head back to your apartment. the music honestly became useless considering you guys were chatting the whole time, mostly talking about the rumors going around. 

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you eventually arrive at your apartment, both you and paul get out of the car. you unlock the gate and head inside, taking off your slides once you reach your front door. you unlock your door and let paul shut and lock it.

“i’m going to get in some more comfortable clothes, liquor’s in that cabinet.” you say pointing your finger to a cabinet right above the fridge.”

“alright.” pauls responds.

you quickly go in your room and grab some loose shorts and a hoodie, changing your socks as well. you make your way to the kitchen and find two glasses of wine. you loved wine.

“good choice paul good choice.”

“what can i say? i know you better than you give me credit for.”

“it sure appears that way,” you say in response. “come on let’s go sit on the couch, i’ll put on a movie.”

you and paul head to the couch sitting next to each other, you grab the remote and turn on the tv scrolling through peacock.

“mmm, we should watch ‘speak no evil’ it just came out” you say.

“yep, that’s fine by me.” paul says.

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“why the fuck wouldn’t they just go through the front door?!” you say, upset over the character’s choice.

you’re about an hour into the movie and seven glasses of wine into the night. over the night you and paul had managed to scoot closer to each other, you lay your head on his shoulder as you continue to watch the movie. you’re a lightweight when it comes to alcohol which is why you only ever drink around paul, you find yourself staring at paul as he’s watching the movie. his blue eyes appear darker than they actually are and his skin lighting up with every flash of the movie. paul eventually turns to face you, both of you just staring at each other. you look down at his lips as he looks down at yours, you bite the inside of your cheek. you continue to hold his gaze before finally returning back to the movie.

the movie comes to the end, and you guys both shuffle around. paul stretching and you doing the opposite, you were so tired. all you wanted to do right now was fall asleep. “paul, take me to my room please.” you ask, not even thinking about it.

“yes ma’am” paul responds as he picks you up and carries you to your room, laying you down on your comfortable and unmade bed. as soon as your body hits that mattress, a sense of relaxation clouds your body. you mumble a ‘thank you’ to him as you slowly drift off. 

“i’ll see you tomorrow then,” paul says as he walks to your door, he pauses for a moment before saying 

“i enjoy you so much, you don’t even understand.” 

“me too paul,” you tiredly mumble. “i love you, see you tomorrow.”

“goodnight lovely girl.”

hope you guys liked this, let me know if i should make it a series💕

requests and dms are opened, feel free to get in touch. also just turned on anonymous requests, i wanted to keep your thoughts private. love you guys !!

[leilianii]

🫣🫣just a little sneak peak of what's to come...

[leilianii]

Hiii, me again 🙄

I thought of a Paul x wife, who already have a family, bone a daughter older than 4 years, and a 2-year-old son and a newborn baby🫶🏻

And if you also dare, to do something of smut, also of x actress reader, if you can, I'll leave that free, as you want 🫶🏻

REQUESTED: i wrote this up last night instead of doing my finals. it was also like 3:00 A.M so if this is shit bare with me😭 this is a really short one though soooo...

pairing: paul mescal x reader (fluff)

warnings: none unless you don't like happiness.

description: reader is managing life with three kids while her husband is gone away for shooting, one more week until he comes back...or so they thought.

word count: 1,499

title: beautiful creations.

paul was gone away at work again, he’s been working on this project for about six months now. it’s been about a month since he was last home, you were used to his crazy schedule having to deal with it for so long but…the kids? they were far from used to it.

you and paul had decided to get married about three years ago. it was quite a small wedding, only family and friends, your eldest daughter, kiara, was about two when the ceremony happened. everyone discouraged you to let kiara come to the wedding considering her age but you guys made sure she was there to share the special moment, she was a part of it after all. 

after a year of being married, you and paul welcomed your second child to the world…a boy. paul named him kieran, and although you weren’t a huge fan of the name at first, you admit it has grown on you. he is now two years old, and he’s such a funny little human. he is a perfect image of how his father is, when him and paul are together it’s pure chaos.

the last time paul was home was actually for the birth of your newest addition, another perfect baby girl. she was born the second week of paul’s stay back. labor with her was extremely difficult, it was unlike any of your other births. thankfully you were able to have paul by your side the whole time and about twelve hours into labor, amelia, your second daughter was born. no complications whatsoever, or at least not for her. 

in my honest opinion, i think being a father was paul’s destiny. those kids are his pride and joy and he is truly an amazing father to the kids, he knows just how to talk to them and care for them. it’s truly incredible and now with three kids you have found that it’s his most attractive quality. when he’s not around, it’s not the same. which is exactly why you’re having to deal with tears from your children at 6:37 in the morning.

“BUT MOMMY I WANT TO SEE DADDY!!” yelled kieran, he may only be two but that has never stopped him from expressing his big feelings.

“you stupid, dad’s working.” your eldest replies, understanding the situation a bit better.

“hey now, kiara. we don’t call people stupid.” you sternly say.

“then why do you call daddy stupid?” she quickly retaliates.

just as you were about to respond, you hear your newborn crying through your baby monitor. you quickly walk upstairs to go get her, you figured she would be hungry so you grab her bottle on your way there. she stops crying and starts fussing once she senses your presence, you pick her up and immediately put the bottle to her mouth. you then walk back out to the kitchen where the kids are still arguing over the absence of your husband. you immediately step in once you hear your daughter call your son a “little bitch”.

“okay okay, that is enough from the both of you!” you raise your voice. “kieran, honey, your dad is going to be back very soon. just one more week, only seven days. go bring me two pieces of paper while i talk to your sister.” kieran leaves with his little frustrated stomps, you then turn your attention to kiara. 

“now kiara, you know we don’t call people names especially not your little brother. what do i tell always say about working as a team?”

“sorry mommy..” kiara says with a small pout. “i just miss daddy so much” you aren’t going to  lie and say that didn’t break your heart a little. all of this arguing and anger because they miss their father, usually it’s never this hard on them. 

“here mommy.” kieran says as he hands you the pieces of paper.

“thank you, sweetie..” you grab the pieces of paper and you hand one out to kiara and kieran. “i want you each to write five things that you love about daddy, understood?”

“yes mommy” kiara responds.

“can i write more than five things?” kieran excitedly asks. 

“you can write as many as you want, as long as there’s five things on that list.” you respond.

“YAY!” kieran yelled. both of them start writing, kieran can’t write very well but he’s still trying. he’s even drawing pictures for the words he can’t write. you look down, almost forgetting your baby girl was still in your arms, her bottle is laying on her chest and she’s just staring at you. you flip her vertically and put a towel on your shoulder as you start to burp her. you roam around the house and up upstairs just walking down the hallway burping her. it’s been about five minutes and she’s completely out, you go into her nursery and lay her in her crib, you set up the baby monitor and decide to just sit there for a little. 

that was until you heard kieran and kiara laughing, you were interested in what they had gotten themselves into so you make your way downstairs. youre at the top of the stairs when you see paul tossing kieran up in the air, he catches your gaze and smiles. he sets kieran down back on the floor.

“hey baby girl, im home.” he says smiling. you start walking down the stairs and give him a hug, you slightly pull away to give him a peck.

“EWWWW!” your children yell in unison.

“what? am i not allowed to love your beautiful mom?” the kids just giggle and you pull away from the hug. you’re on the side of him with his arm wrapped around your waist.

“DADDY! LOOK!” kieran yells as he starts doing cartwheels around the kitchen and eventually going into the living room. “wow bud, that’s amazing!” paul says. kiara comes stands next to us. “i taught him how to do them daddy.” kiara looks up at her daddy, expecting some praise.

“well you did an amazing job sweetie” he says as he reaches down to pick her up, one arm still wrapped around you and the other holding kiara. 

eventually kieran’s cartwheels come to a halt and he’s found himself extremely dizzy, tumbling and falling as he heads towards us. you walk away from paul’s arms and go to pick him up, “mommy my head..” kieran says clearly not feeling well. “yep buddy that’s what happens when you do too many cartwheels” paul says as he goes to sit on the couch with kiara. you go ahead and sit on the couch as well right next to him, you sit kieran next to paul and he climbs onto his lap right where kiara is. both children is his lap, you admire them for a bit. 

all of a sudden, you hear a static cry coming from the baby monito that you set on the counter. “oop, look at that. she senses you’re here.” you say as you walk upstairs to go retrieve the last of the bunch. you walk into her nursery and pick her up from her crib, her crying immediately stopping. you walk downstairs with her and sit on the couch right next to paul, holding your baby in your arms. kiara moves off his lap and sits on the other side next to him. “here bud, im going to carry your little sister for a tad okay?” paul says, moving kieran to stand on the floor. he reaches over for his baby and you happily hand her to him. you outreach your arms to kieran so he can sit on your lap, he opens his arms and you grab him as he nuzzles his head into your chest. he’s clearly tired from all those cartwheels he had just done not but five minutes ago.

paul speaks “gosh we really did make some beautiful children, didn’t we?”

“the most beautiful.” you respond turning your head up to him, he looks down a perks his lip and you kiss him. you look over at kiara and she passed out on paul’s arms, all three of your babie now fast asleep. 

“you’re such an asshole, you know that right?” you tell him with a playful smile on your face.

“i wanted it to be a surprise.” he says nonchalantly.

“the kids were having such a rough time without you.” you inform him.

“god, if only they knew how i was doing. i’ve missed you guys so much, especially you my gorgeous.” he says.

“i’ve missed you too, baby” you say resting your head on his shoulder, he reaches his lips down and gives you a kiss on the top of your head.

“i’m taking you guys everywhere with me from now on.” he whispers.

“that’s the best idea you've ever had, i love you so much.” you whisper back, letting a yawn out.

“i love you so much, baby girl.”

hope you guys enjoyed this, decided to keep it short and sweet. requests and dms are opened, feel free to get in touch. love you all!

[leilianii]

HI GORGEOUS!! i am so excited to be sharing some of my work on here, just want to use this post as a formal introduction.

i’m leiliani, i’m from the uk born and raised and i have always been fond of writing. i also got tired of not finding ANY. FUCKING. IMAGINES. of the FINE ASS PAUL MESCAL. so i’m taking matters into my own hands.

never written smut but i’m open to it, so like if ur under 18 be careful for that i honestly dgaf how old u are, ive been reading shit like this since i was like five so READ AT UR OWN RISK.

requests are open and so r my dms, wanna chat? send me a msg i love talking sooo don’t be scared.

also it’s been a while since i’ve written some fan fiction so bare with me😭

THAT’S ALL THO IF UR READING THIS I LOVE U, everyone else, die.

[leilianii]

a note for those requesting, thanks for being here btw💕

hello gorgeous readers.

i want to have this here in case any of my stuff gets read. i want to set up some ground rules on what i will and will not write.

will write:

age gaps, love them, older men are better let’s face it. my favorite trope ngl.

mental disorders, i am a huge advocate for mental health i believe that in the world we live in, EVERYONE should be educated on mental disorders. so feel free to request a mental disorder themed imagine.

cheating, now by no means do i support cheating i strongly dislike cheaters and i would never associate with disloyal ppl BUT i love the risk aspect often written with cheating imagines therefore i am open to writing a cheated/cheater trope.

won’t write:

lgbtq+ based imagines, just to be clear i love all people, i simply just don’t know how to write them bc im a straight woman😭

underage rlp, if an actor that is under the age of 18 is requested i will not be writing it for obvious reasons.

some kinks: daddy kink! piss kink! thigh riding!

honestly they just pmo and gross me out

anyways that’s about it…for now. PLEASE READ MY SHIT!!😩