#i miss him :(((

[mybestfriendmysoulmate]

Yeah all life

“I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.”

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

[silentprose]

If I could dream of perfect love, it would be filled with quiet, unspoken gestures — his hands resting on my knee in a crowded room, quietly promising, I’m here for you. A reassuring touch on my back as we weave through the pulse of the world or when the elevator fills, his body subtly positioning itself behind me, creating a quiet shield.

[dreamyysouls]

cozy for a night

the snow outside has you locked in castle caladan, bored out of your mind. paul finds a way to cheer you up.

paul atreides x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

cw: fluff, lots of fluff, established relationship, paul and reader are idiots in love, cuddling, they tease each other

winters on caladan had never been particularly kind. harsh winds on top of even snowstorms made it impossible to go anywhere that wasn’t inside the castle. that’s why, when the winter weather did grow aggressive, you made sure to try to find things that could spice up your days.

you let out a sigh, closing the book you had been “reading” for the past hour. your brain hadn’t processed much of its contents, not that you had really intended to anyway. trying to busy yourself when there was no work for you to do seemed to be more exhausting than work itself. you slumped in your seat, trying to think of something, anything, that might keep you occupied.

it didn’t help that it was freezing everywhere you went. no matter what you wanted to do, the cold from the outside would seep into the stone walls and make sure you couldn’t be completely satisfied. your eyes flicked around the room for what felt like the hundredth time, still desperate for any kind of inspiration.

in the haze of your dilemma, you had failed to notice paul’s presence grace the room. a smirk appeared on his lips as he took in your form, silently admiring how focused you seemed to be.

“bored, love?” he finally spoke out, his body behind your seat. you regrettably jumped, a hint of blush dusting over your cheeks as you quickly turned to meet his eyes.

“how did you know?” you asked with the tilt of your head, a hint of sarcasm laced in your voice. 

“you made it a little obvious,” paul grinned, his voice lowering as he leaned down over you. he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, the contact sending sparks through your cold skin. you heard him hiss as he pulled away, his hand moving over your forehead carefully.

“why didn’t you tell me you were cold?” he questioned you softly, a subtle smile on his face. you sighed as you felt his hand running down your jawline, his slender fingers ghosting over your cold skin.

“guess i just didn’t notice,” you hummed out, your eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed into the feeling of his touch.

“didn’t notice? darling, you’re freezing.”

“it doesn’t feel like that to me,” you shrugged your shoulders, a soft smile on your lips. your eyes flicked up to his as he let out a hum, his head tilting as if he was wondering what he could do. it seemed to click, though, as his hands moved down to your shoulders, his smile morphing into a grin as he got closer to your face.

“well, you feel cold to me, and i can’t have that,” he lilted, his breath fanning over your face. one of his hands slipped further down, his fingers carefully weaving with yours and pulling you up. you rose to your feet, eyebrow quirked up as you looked at paul.

“where are you taking me?” you asked him, a small laugh falling from your lips as he gently tugged you away from your seat. your feet met with the cold tile beneath you as you walked, a shiver running through you as a result.

“somewhere warm,” he responded, his gaze shifting to you before moving back in front of him. he seemed to notice (as he so often does) your shiver and guided you closer to his frame, hoping you might feel the heat from his body. his hand squeezed yours gently, trying to warm your icy fingers.

you sighed as you let your hand relax in his hold, letting the warmth seep into your skin. your eyes drifted as you walked through the halls, passing windows where snow fell on the opposite side. the land was wrapped in a blanket of white, not a trace of rock or grass in sight. the landscape soon disappeared, however, as stone walls stepped in place of the windows.

you blinked, letting your gaze shift back to the hall in front of you. it wasn’t long before you came upon a doorway, paul tugging you inside. it was like a study of sorts, books lining the walls and a crackling fireplace in the center of the room. its heat enveloped you, the warmth cascading over your cool skin. you sighed, your eyes shutting for a moment as you relished in the feeling of heat on your skin.

you glanced up to see paul looking at you with a smirk, clearly finding amusement from your reaction. you quirked your eyebrow at him, your head tilting to the side.

“something funny, paul?” you rang out, a smile evident in your tone.

“are you realizing how cold you were?” he asked just as teasingly, that damn smirk still on his lips.

“are,” you corrected, shifting your body and turning to fully face him. “and i am, i suppose.” your arms moved to wrap around your figure, but paul quickly caught your hand, pulling you further into the room. he guided you to the couch that was in the center of the room, just in front of the fireplace.

“come here,” he said with a grin, sitting down on the couch before pulling you down with him. you let out a small yelp, your body coming into contact with his. he sighed, his slender arms moving to wrap around your form, holding you closely against him. 

you let yourself melt into him, your body instinctively relaxing at his touch. your head rested in the crook of his neck as you took deep breaths, inhaling his scent. the chills in your body began to dissipate, heat seeping into your form.

“better?” paul asked, a smile evident in his voice. your head moved, meeting his gaze and smiling up at him as you nodded.

“better,” you sighed gently, letting your head fall back into his neck. he chuckled at you, the sound vibrating off of his chest. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, one of his hands running up and down your back. you smiled, leaning in to place your own kiss onto the skin of his neck.

you adored the moments like these. paul holding you close, your frame cozied up against him…something about it always made your heart soar. perhaps it was the domesticity of it all. whatever it was, you loved it, and held onto it hard whenever it was given to you.

you could already feel your eyelids growing heavy as paul held you, the familiar feeling of his warmth soothing you as it always did. the fireplace wasn’t helping you, the crackle of the burning wood aiding in the task of making you sleepy. you felt so at peace, your heart and mind feeling happy despite your uneventful day.

“are you falling asleep on me?” paul asked you, a small laugh escaping him. his hold on you tightened momentarily, as if he was trying to wake you.

“maybe. it’s your fault,” you hummed, shifting your head and looking at him through your now very lidded eyes. he sighed and ran a hand along your jawline, and your cheeks flushed in an instant.

“oh, really?” he smirked, his head tilting to the side. his voice seemed purposefully low, like he knew the effects he had on you (which he very much did). “why is your sleepiness my fault?”

“you’re too warm,” you spoke up, your words mumbled and nearly slurred. sleep was creeping up on you, threatening to take you down. you fought the urge to give in and curl into paul’s hold, instead deciding to try and keep your eyes open. 

that ended up failing, your eyes fluttering open and closed periodically. paul noticed, a breath leaving him as he gently reached up again, his hand sliding down your cheek. 

“i’ve got you, love. you can rest,” he cooed, smiling down at you. his fingers stayed on your face for a few more moments as you nodded and let your eyes shut. you felt yourself sink into paul, your frame fully relaxed against his.

“love you,” you breathed out, your voice almost silent. paul watched you as your breaths became heavier and heavier, sleep finally overtaking you.

“i love you,” paul smiled, his thumb running circles into your back. he observed you silently, taking in the sight of you sleeping against him. your lips were slightly parted and your chest moved up and down slowly, your body otherwise completely still. you looked so soft like this, completely at ease in his hold. 

his eyes drifted to the fireplace and to the room around him, the world quiet for a moment. he glanced out of the window then back down at you, a grin appearing on his lips. maybe the snow wasn’t such a terrible thing after all.

my first time writing for my baby paul!!!! i love him deeply and needed to get this out of me 🙏🙏 my original intention was to make this christmasy but i kept procrastinating, as one often does. this definitely won’t be my last time writing paul, and i already have a few ideas in my head for what i’ll cook up next 👀 if you like my content, please leave a like and feel free to reblog!! requests are open right now, and if you have any ideas/thoughts/prayers i would love to hear them!! as always have a good day or night and take care of yourself 🫶🫶🫶 love ya!

[angelamelia111]

he holds me in his big arms

drunk and im seeing stars

this is all i think of

[witha-boxofscraps]

I don’t think you understand how much I hate supernatural. What do you mean the episode after Bobby’s death is about finding a girls missing father and it’d “be nice to get this girls dad back, you know?”? What do you mean that Bobby is no longer around after the line “I adopted two boys. And they turned out great.”?! What do yoU MEAN HE’S GONE?

[lavishxo]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEWIS (my goat) 🫶🏽

[callingouttome]

[the-arson-author-gamer]

Clownpierce you want to log onto The Realm soooo bad…..

[kuromismom7]

Fav senior citizen <3

[lesbiansforkevinday]

first and last note on Kevin in the OG series

[cataqu33rz]

AAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S HIM

The Gardener's Most Specialist Boy

[kindinb00]

[twigs-sprigs]

raf shoulve fucking BEEN THERE

[magentasnail]

long distance

[magicalwitchbread]

I feel like I manifestated this.🕯

But yeah, I found it if anyone is interested.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNeKRaVfq/

Patiently waiting for an Arcane edit of the two timebomb realities with White Ferrari by Frank Ocean on the back. Specifically the last part of the song.

Thank you in advance 🙂‍↕️

[delicacysblog]

“what was the most pain you have ever felt”

healing from someone, i once thought i would heal with