#oh to be loved by soft paul 🥺🥺🥺

[httpiastri]

thinking about paul falling for one of his engineers… he doesn’t notice himself falling at first until he catches himself always thinking about you, wanting to spend time with you, staring at you during debriefs and post race data analysis… and the poor guy’s too shy to do anything and doesn’t want to make anything awkward so he just goes on as he normally does, but inside he’s going crazy (don’t worry, engineer likes him back 😋)

to be loved by a soft paul aron 🫠 - 🥟

aaaaaaa :((( why do i really see paul as the type of guy who would fall for someone working around him? an engineer, pr manager, trainer…… but also being so oblivious to it? he doesnt realize he's slowly falling for her before it's far too late? but yeah he's constantly on edge, trying not to say anything that can be interpreted as any thing wrong, and whenever someone even hints at him wanting to spend time with her (like just a simple "oh are you going back to y/n to discuss the race?") he's so "??? no? i was just going to- im just thinking about my race and performance, and-" 😭 just super flustered and scared that he's going to get caught one day </3

[trumpkinhotboy]

Little critters

Pairing: paul lahote x fem!reader

Type: requested

Warnings: nothing, pure fluff!!

Word count: approx 800

Requests: open! for twilight wolfpack, narnia and heartstopper

A/n: loved loved this request it's so cute and I think the vibes are adorable hehe seeing sam being so soft for emily🥺 so thank you again for this nice request I always love writing for you guys

"Aren't you the most adorable little creatures I have ever seen?" "You're so cute. I want to keep you forever!"

Passersby probably took Emily and you for some deranged ladies when they saw you crouched in an alley, apparently talking to the ground.

But they couldn't see the adorable little balls of fur meowing back at you with impressive intelligence lighting their eyes. You were leaving the grocery store when you had heard plaintiff meowing sounds and discovered kittens shivering in an old cardboard box.

There was two of them, a fiery black one, who hissed when you first came close, and a grey one who immediately approached you, looking for pets. It had been 10 minutes, and since then, you had dug in your bags to give them water and food. By the way they devoured the bit of ham you gave them, you knew they had been there for a while.

"We can't leave them here," sighed Emily as she petted the black cat on her thighs. The grumpy cat had seemed to take a liking to her incredibly quickly.

"But where can we bring them? I'm scared if we leave them at the pound, they'll be forgotten," you pondered while delicately petting the gray head of the little critter bundled up in your lap.

As if you had just communicated telepathically, you and Emily looked up with a knowing light in your eyes.

Without having a plan, you brought the kittens back to Emily's to give them proper shelter and a long-awaited bath.

The four of you were now on the couch, extenuated after this eventful day. Junior and Paulie, the names you had settled on because of their resemblances with your boyfriends, were sprawled before the fire.

You had just started preparing dinner when you heard familiar howls from the forest. Seconds later, the seven members of the pack entered the cabin. Distracted by the smell of food, they didn't seem to notice the new presence of the two fur balls. Sam immediately headed for Emily to hug her and kiss her cheek. You smiled at the happy couple as you felt a pair of warm hands grab your hips. You smiled and melted into the muscular arms wrapped around your figure.

"Hey, you." "Hey," you answered, a smile in your voice. "What have you been up to?" he sweetly asked.

You tensed at his question, your eyes immediately finding Emily's. Through all your excitement, you didn't have a plan on how to tell seven werewolves you were planning on keeping two kittens.

"Well, actually, it's pretty funny," you started as you turned to face your boyfriend's suspicious expression. You tried delaying your explanation when you heard Seth's excited scream.

"Oh my god! Where do those kittens come from?! They're so adorable!!" he cooed before dropping on his tummy to try and pet them.

"Kittens?!" exclaimed Sam with a questioning look at Emily.

The pack gathered in the living room, observing the two cats, unbothered as ever, lying in front of the fire.

"We found them across the grocery store. We couldn't leave them there to fend for themselves!" explained Emily as she walked to little Sam Junior. The antisocial cat lifted a heavy eyelid at the disruption of his nap, only to meow and lift his head in search of pets when he noticed who it was. She grabbed the kitten in her hands, bringing him close to her chest with an adoring smile. The little beast softly purred in her arms. It was impossible to deny the special bond they already shared.

You looked at Sam with a glimmer of hope. The look he gave Emily as he saw how happy she was told you everything you needed to know.

"What's his name?" he asked with a defeated sigh as he neared the pair. The little kitten carefully sniffed his hand before allowing him to scratch his head.

"Actually," Emily looked at you with a conniving smile. "With his black fur and protective instinct, he made me think of you, I thought we could call him Sam Junior."

Your little crowd chuckled at the name and the resemblance between the two.

"Junior, eh? Sounds about right." He smiled softly. Whenever Emily was concerned, Sam was as docile as the cat in her arms.

Suddenly, a soft nudge on your shins surprised you. You looked down to realize it was the gray kitten. You felt your heart melt at the display of affection and lifted him carefully from the floor.

"Oh, don't even think about it," uttered Paul as he noticed how you looked at each other.

You pouted your lower lip, bringing the little kitten next to your cheek. "Please, please, please, please," you pleaded. "His name's Paulie," you added with a cheeky smile.

Your boyfriend looked at you with incredulous eyes.

"I see it, Paul. He looks like you," added Sam with a teasing grin and a lift of his shoulders, as if to say 'You know they've already won bud'

He stayed silent, observing your pouty face and the sleepy kitten in your arms. Before finally saying, "Werewolves with kittens?"

You gave him a little nod. "Yeah, I guess that can work," he conceded with a grin.

[sethsclearwater]

Could you do a fic for Paul in which reader never has been in a healthy relationship so now she's getting used to the gentleness that comes with our boy Paul. How do you think he would be with her?

Btw I love all your fics💖

thank you!! 🥺🤍

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you were woken up by your imprinter's warm touch on your arm, gently squeezing the muscle to wake you up, "hey princess," paul murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.

you let out a soft groan, blearily knuckling at your eyes to wake yourself up a bit more, "need you to get up for me real quick," he said softly and you frowned, not sure what he meant as you rolled over onto your other side so you were facing him.

despite the fact that it was clearly still the middle of the night based on the darkness in your room, you were able to make out his features, "'s wrong?" you asked softly, still trying to knock the fatigue out of your system as you asked your question.

paul offered you a soft smile, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, "you jus' started your period is all," he explained and you frowned, looking down to see that there was a small blood stain on the sheets from when you must've started your period earlier in the night.

"oh i'm sorry-" you murmured, quickly sitting up so you could change the sheets for him but paul stopped you, sliding his hand over your hip so he could gently tug you back down.

"'s not your fault," paul reassured, "i think i have some tampons in the bathroom somewhere if you want one," he added and you slowly nodded, blushing as you peeked up at him.

in your previous relationship, your ex was beyond disgusted with you when you bled through the sheets, making you clean everything up while he went to go sleep on the couch. so paul having the complete opposite attitude was a welcome surprise to say the least.

"thank you," you whispered after a moment of processing his words and paul just offered you a smile, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

he offered your hip a soft squeeze before he was getting back up and you followed shortly after, letting out a quiet whimper when you felt the all too familiar cramps begin to plague your abdomen.

"cramps?" he asked softly as he came around the bed to squat in front of you, taking your hands into his while he waited for your response.

you nodded, closing your eyes to take a few deep breaths while you waited for them to subside enough for you to get up. after a moment, you opened your eyes again and paul gently squeezed your hands, "i should have some midol in the bathroom if you want to take that," he suggested and you nodded, taking your hands out of his so you could wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a tight hug.

paul just let out a breathy laugh, hugging you back, "you're doing great princess," he reassured, pressing a kiss to your temple before you gently released your grip on him so he could slide his hands down to rest on your thighs.

"you wanna get some new pajamas and i'll go find the midol?" he asked, standing back up when you nodded and taking your hands into his so he could help you up.

while you grabbed a pad out of your bag and got changed into a fresh pair of pajamas, paul went into the bathroom on a hunt for the spare midol he apparently kept lying around.

you padded over to the bathroom after a moment, the light from the bathroom taking you a moment to adjust to before you saw paul pulling out a box of the infamous midol from the cabinet.

he looked over his shoulder when he saw you, offering you a small smile when he saw how shy you looked despite the fact that you two had been dating for nearly 6 months now. you slid your hands around your waist in a weak attempt to dull the cramps in your abdomen.

"here you go," he said softly, handing you one of the midol pills and your hydroflask that you lugged around with you everywhere. you offered him a small smile, taking the pill and swallowing it with a sip of water, "why don't you go lay down in the living room for a little bit while i get the sheets in the washer?" he asked, smiling as you stepped closer to him so you could rest your head against his chest and wrap your arms around his waist.

he kissed the crown of your head, gladly hugging you back. the two of you stood there for a few moments, just relaxing in each other's embrace before you felt your cramps flaring up again and realized you needed to lay back down.

as you let out a quiet whimper, paul slid his hands down to your lower back, gently kneading at the muscles there for a moment before he was releasing his grip on you so you could head into the living room.

while you went and laid down on the pullout couch in the living room, paul quickly got the sheets off the bed and into the washing machine.

when he came into the living room, he let out a quiet laugh to himself when he saw you already sleeping on the pullout couch with your favorite blanket thrown haphazardly across your figure.

he quickly got onto the bed with you, the squeaking from the mattress waking you back up just enough to roll over so you were curled into his chest.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

I'm sending you some Chrysta asks because the queen deserves more attention!

1. How did she react to meeting Laddie? Did the boys introduce him as a little brother or one of their sons? Did it spark some baby fever?

2. When did she start using Cherry/Cherri as a nickname? How did it start?

3. How does aging work for her and her babies? I may have missed something with her lore and could use a refresher

4. Does she like aerobic dance classes? 👀

Thank you for the ask Lav 🥺 I'm sorry it took me this long to answer!

Chrysta meeting Laddie?

I'll admit, at first Chrysta was a little surprised to find such a young kid hanging around with a bunch of punk bikers- especially when she asked about his family and soon found out he had none. She was a little unsure and concerned about four boys being caretakers of what was practically an orphan, but after seeing how they treated him and how truly happy he was, she started to warm up to the idea. Sure, they were times where Sue felt the need to step in and be a 'Mama bear' with certain things- but that just made the boys realize all the more she'd be a perfect addition to the coven one day as a care taker for Laddie.

[And yes... Maybe there was a little baby fever here and there whenever she saw how soft and kind Dwayne and Paul were with him.. 👀]

Why is she nicknamed Cherry?

Chrysta got the nickname wayyy before any if the boys even knew her real name! It was a little codename they used if one of them had spotted her on the boardwalk. The name was taken due to the lingering smell of blood and cheap cherry perfume whenever she was nearby. 🤭 She always assumed it was for the reason she wore cherry perfume, accessories, and lipgloss- which she wasn't technically wrong..

How does the aging process work for her and the baby bats?

I actually still need to figure this out myself! 😅 but I think for the Baby Bats they usually don't have any intake from humans until it's their first kill when their either becoming teens from 12-14, or around when the fic takes place and their more 18-19- which would become their first kill and make them immortal. But before that, they'd probably get their blood from animals or their parents [AKA not a human kill] and it would keep down the bloodthirst/hunger enough. But even then they still age just a liiittlle bit slower than one normally would, but after they'd make their kill the full immortality would kick in. [if that makes sense? 😅]

Chrystas thoughts on dance classes?

Oh she LOVES them. I think she'd be at those classes all day spilling gossip and dancing her heart out. She also loves anything that keeps her active, and it's even better if she can use it as a way to spend time with her gal pals!!

[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

Hi :) I hope you're doing well ☺️ Could I request a Paul Rovia x Female Reader fic please ? Where Paul opens up to Reader about his insecurities, his fears and everything else he has never been able to tell and share with anyone, except with her. (We know he has always had troubles building relationships). Like he is super vulnerable at that moment and may be on the verge of a breakdown and reader (who also happens to be his best friend or s/o) comforts him in the sweetiest way possible and assures him he IS worthy of Love, no matter what people told him in the past. Also hugs. Lots of hugs. And Hair stroking. You know... Just pure comfort and care. 🥺 Thanks :)

Hi! I’m so sorry, this took me FOREVER to write with writers block and everything. So sorry for the wait!! Thank you for the request

Tw’s: sensitive topics, emotions running high, coming out.

Please note, as I would rather not get rude threatening DM’s please know this story is about Paul and reader as friends. I would never write Paul with a female character romantically. In the last twenty minutes I’ve been getting nonstop messages about this specific post and they’re fairly rude. I’m only human. I’m only writing stories because I like to. Again this story is focusing on friends helping each other!!! Nothing more nothing less. PLEASE think before you message me with abusive language. Thank you. I will not be discussing this topic again

Some of the things I write as Paul are probably going to be made up as I don’t know everything about him so apologies if I write something wrong!

“you can talk to me,”

Your words were soft as you gazed at your best friend, Paul. His long hair fell in front of his face shielding the look of discomfort in his eyes but his body language was enough of a telling sign that something wasn’t right. He was always at hilltop but you had noticed something was off with him so encouraged him to take a break from being busy and spend some quality time with you. He never spoke to you about how he was feeling, he always felt like a burden but you just wanted to listen to him. Make him realise that it was okay to talk. “What happened?” You questioned- you weren’t a mind reader but you wished you were one at that very moment. It tore you apart not being able to help him. “Nothing” he said quietly and you looked at him raising your brows “nothing my ass” you said sarcastically you simply stared at him overly concerned for his well-being and rightly so, being in the apocalypse all alone with little to no family was a risk to mental health.

“Seriously it’s nothing y/n” he said shaking his head as he stood up from the couch. Your eyes flared with concern and you held yourself back from standing up with him “please don’t shut me out” you pleaded watching as his sea blue eyes slowly moved to look at you, his expression hurt and confused. “You’ve got enough on your plate I don’t want to bother you, seriously-“ you cut him off grabbing onto his hand tightly but gently as you gazed into his eyes “I’ve always got time for you.” You uttered out giving his hand a light squeeze “no matter what I’m always here for you… always.” You said and you watched as he seemingly allowed himself to break free from the “Im fine” demeanour as he sat back down beside you but you didn’t let go of his hand simply holding onto his hand tightly, your fingers intertwined with his as you brushed your thumb against his hand gently. Silence soon engulfed the both of you as you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to word what he wanted to say properly.

He licked over his lips nervously before letting out a breath “I’m scared.” He practically whispered and you remained silent gazing at him before your eyes softened “oh, Jesus” you cooed gently letting go of his hand as you wrapped your arm around his shoulder pulling him close, his head slowly falling to rest against your shoulder as he closed his eyes feeling tons of comfort wash over him. “You’re allowed to be scared” you assured gently but he soon shook his head “I… I’m not just scared of the apocalypse or walkers or anything… I’m scared of losing you.” He said his voice trembling ever so slightly, you nodded slowly snaking your hand up to rest against his head as you listened to him your fingertips slowly running through his hair, trying to soothe him as best as you possibly could. “I’m wasting so. much. time. Because I’m unable to connect with people I feel useless and so stupid… I can’t seem to solve anything anymore I’m only good for stealing… I’m just useless” he said almost numbly and you quickly pulled away to look into his eyes as you cupped his face in your hands “hey, no… where is this coming from?” you shook your head “absolutely not- we need you for everything. For your skills… for your kindness, passion, fighting skills… you’re amazing.”

But even though your words were said with all the kindness possible he didn’t believe it, looking away as tears formed in his eyes, his hands trembling as he seemingly looked like he was about to breakdown. “You can talk to me, Paul… please. I want to help you. Let it all out.” You pleaded as he let out a breath leaning back into the couch as you wrapped your arm around his shoulder. You had known him for a while now and knew he got most comfort and security from comforting touches- touches being the only way to truly calm him down. You watched as he stared up at the ceiling struggling to control the heavy emotions rolling round his head. “It’s all in my head” he said gently “all the thoughts. The memories. The pain. It sucks” You nodded slowly as a tear slowly trickled down his cheek. He was always such a strong strong man who never showed much emotion so it shocked you… he was opening up to you.

“Okay… I’m listening.” You assured gently as he nodded turning his head to look at you his eyes full of honesty and seriousness but a deep pain was starting to shine through “I had a group before hilltop, I trusted them… I ignored the warning signs. They were a bunch of bullies basically…. Making fun of everything about me. They weren’t a group- they were just people who had to suffer with me there, we were hunting together. This was probably a month into the whole apocalypse and we were scavenging for food… soon enough we became the food. The dead surrounded us everywhere and all of them threw me into the dog house basically… they ran and left me to fend for myself.” Your brows furrowed as you listened “oh I’m sorry that’s awful…” he wiped away some fresh tears angrily visibly trying not to be too emotional about it “but I somehow freed myself from it all… I then started my journey again but solo this time….” He bit down on his bottom lip “a few weeks later and I found them all dead… they hadn’t been bitten- none of them- they had all just been stabbed in the head and to this day I don’t know who did it but I regret not being there to help them. I should’ve helped them….” “No you couldn’t-“ he cut you off gently “no, y/n, you don’t understand. I should’ve been there to somehow save them. I don’t think of them often but when I do it’s when I’m like this… I guess… but that’s usually the time when I’m alone.” He said and you stared at him quietly, he had been doing this for ages- suffering alone. “I’m always here to listen” you said and he nodded “I know.”

You slowly rubbed up and down his back trying to think of something to say watching as he sucked in harsh breaths and you got closer to him “come here” you soothed quietly as you wrapped your arms around him as he practically sunk into you as if this was the first hug he had, had in forever, his body instantly relaxing into yours as you stroked his hair resting your chin atop of his head “it’s okay… it’s all going to be okay.” You soothed as his body began trembling, shaking harder every now and then as he tried to keep in his cries “let it all out… you’re safe” you coaxed, continuing to murmur quiet assuring things to him as he continued crying in your arms.

“How do you know it’s going to be okay?” He suddenly asked sniffling “I don’t know that but what I do know is you’ve survived this long… you’ve got us… you’ve got a family. Cut yourself some slack. You’re only human.” You said to him quietly. “We’re so lucky to have you Paul. I’m so lucky. I’ve got the greatest best friend” you said with a small smile as you continued stroking your hand over his hair “you’re so loved… you’re so worthy. You may not feel it at times but you are.” You said with a small smile. Usually he was the one comforting you but being able to comfort him back felt nice… “really?” He looked up into your eyes and you smiled down at him nodding your head “absolutely.”

Paul appreciated your kindness. He hadn’t experienced such kindness in a long time and so he was grateful for it. You made him feel safe. You shielded him from the pain. “Do you feel better now?” You asked softly and he nodded slightly “anything else you’d like to talk about?” You offered and he gazed at you “yes, actually.” He said and you hummed sitting up straighter as you gazed at him “okay… I’m uh, I’m not going to sugar coat this alright? But I’ve been insecure my whole life… I could never figure out why… I couldn’t get to the main root of the insecurity but I found it…” he said and you nodded quietly easing him to continue “I’m gay… I like… guys.” He said staring at you waiting for your reaction and as he saw a smile light up your face relief was quick to wash over him “that’s amazing” you wrapped your arms around him “but I’m sure I knew… I see the way you look at some guys.” You chuckled out and he smiled at you “thank you.” He murmured and you shook your head “no… thank you.” You said and he furrowed his brows slightly “for opening up to me…. Communicating is important. Don’t leave me in the dark okay? I’m here to listen.” You said and he nodded… for you he’d try and learn that he wasn’t a burden and that he could communicate to you.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

NICE they got him out :'DDD 🥳🥳 phew :')))

Thank goodness, hallelujah 🥰

Good job Mateo :D

Awww AAHHHHH Nancy's soft look at him :'))) so cute y'all <333

Yeah gj Mateo genuinely, major props dude

:O?

Lol wait I bet he's returning the unicorn :'DD

AAAHHHHH yep :'))) 🥰❤️🥺

That's so sweet <333

Aww yeah exactly 😭❤️ you returned her dad to her, and that's more important than anything :')) it's something neither of them will ever forget <33

Love that <33 so sweet :')

AYYY Marjann :DD nice!!! Go Marjan and the 129!!!

"We've got your back" see it's them saying things like that that makes me think she might move 😭 or consider it anyway xd :(

Anyway YAYYY good job guys :D

Phew nice y'all were doing great :))

. .

uh oh

UH OH

U H O H

THAT'S NOT GOOD O.O 😳😳😳😬😬!!!

OHHHH CRAP

UH OH burst fire hydrant o.o

Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap

OHHH NOOOO

MARJAN JUST GET OUT OF THERE

Yes exactly 😭😭

GO GO GO GO GO Y'ALL

Dang was that TK he RUNNING O.O I mean fair I want them all too but bro's jumping and going xD

Yes y'all PLEASE get out of there 🥺😭😬

OHH NOOOO MARJAN

THEY'RE GETTING AWAY MARJAN GO

OKAY PHEW SHE'S GETTING FURTHER AWAY BUT PAUL NOT YOU TOO SHE'S GETTING FURTHER AWAY IT'LL BE SLIGHTLY MORE OKAY

OHHHH NOOOOOOO

OH CRAP

O.O

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

GIRL'S PULLING A JUDD FROM EPISODE 1 O.O LIKE 1X01 I MEAN D A N G

MARJANNNNNN BE CAREFULLL

I know she can't but xd 😭 SHE BETTER BE ALRIGHT

Of course it's gonna end there xd

Yep there it is 😭😳😬 AUAGHHHHHH GOSH Y'ALL!!! I am so not okay 😭 xD

[rebelcaptain4life]

The Rookie 2x18:

- once again, thank you Rachel for shirtless Tim 🤭

- KOJO!!!

- also thank you Rachel for smiley Tim 😄

- HE'S SO SOFT WITH HER I CANT!!! Love to see the juxtaposition of hardass TO Bradford vs Boyfriend!Tim

- He's so happy for her getting her dream job and so supportive although it's in NY

- As a computer scientist, I HATE THE UNECCESARY USE OF ALGORITHMS LIKE THIS ONE IM SO SORRY ANGELA

- "Bieber used it to land Hailey" "I don't know who those people are" 🤣

- and Elvis not even knowing the law around right to self-defense is a prime example of why algorithms are often stupid - bc CS people think they know it all, only consider the math, and don't take into account any actual social science theories or the relevant experts in the field where they're applying their algorithms 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

- OSCAR?!! AGAIN?!!

- Tim "LA pride born and bred" Bradford actually considering moving to NYC for her 🥺

- "You'll be the John Nolan of the NYPD", "Anytime Boot!", but also "if Rachel's the one, it'll be worth it" "just be sure". Grey is the best

- "Who said it's about Rachel", rly Tim 🙄?

- NOT ELVIS USING THE DATING APP ALGORITHM AS A BASE FOR THE POLICE ALGORITHM I HATE TECH BROS

- Rachel throwing water that was implied to be contaminated in a corporate guy's face is such a slay tbh

- Tim getting Iris and Paul back together for Rachel 🥺 (altho I kinda wish they found dirt to take down the company, but that wouldn't fit into one ep)

- ngl I was pretty sure Iris was innocent, she seemed to care for her kid waaaay too much to do something like that and I thought she might lose her job offer cuz of it (glad she didn't and it got sorted out but oof Rachel...)

- God I hate corporations, poisoning CHILDREN for money. Capitalism is the worst.

- Oh no, Grace, too. This episode has so many breakups RIP... It's so sad too cuz it's pretty much what John did for his kid - stay with his wife until Henry went to college :(

[gretagerwigsmuse]

alli! i am so unbelievably excited for this and am beyond glad it made it out of the drafts (shout to em and mak for that one 😉). i just know this is going to be quite the ride, but i really love second chance romance fics and bradley seems like an absolute dream in this and i already love bug! will we get to see things from her pov? more comments below 💕

It was a mutual decision to let one another go, even if the deep connection you shared when you were together was better than either of you had ever experienced with other people. - i feel like these are the worst kinds of breakups since neither of you really did anything wrong? it was just all the other factors but the two of you not being on your side? feelings are definitely way more unresolved, poor things

He noticed for the first time the anxiety that was clearly written all over your face. He cataloged the tension in your shoulders and how you were snapping the hair tie you always kept around your wrist against your skin. It was a nervous tell of yours and even now, all this time later, he felt the urge to reach out to stop you. - babes he knows you!! knows all your tells and little idiosyncrasies! i totally get where he was coming from at the beginning with the quippy comment though because that would also be my gut reaction haha

But he had always had a soft spot when it comes to you, had thought of you often since you parted, and his instincts were telling him something was off. The urge to protect you was just as present now as it was before. - oh sweet boy! 🥺 that’s such a lovely thought! he had thought of her often and his protective instincts 🥺

It was like no time had passed at all as those same sparks he felt a year ago shot through him now. - awwwwwww this is so soft

He found himself unimpressed at the wrinkled khakis and tucked-in flannel shirt covering his shorter frame, red hair laying flat on the top of his head. - also bradley describing him as a man of “minimal stature” is so funny. like clearly paul is of no comparison to bradley physically or personality wise - even if he is slightly “off” enough to be creepy and intense

“I’m her boyfriend, actually. Who the hell are you?” - god i’d be like a cat in heat this is so hot

That’s an interesting development; you must put up with this everyday. Briefly, the thought of how he had no place in your life anymore to be as concerned as he was flashed through his mind. - bradley!!!!

“Too late now, Bug.” - pls just kill me i’m begging you this is so cute. and like how easy it slips out??? oh bradley

The connection he had with you was instantaneous and special. He truly thought that if the timing and communication was better, you could have been the one. Instead, he had thought of you as the one that got away. - fuckkkkkkkkk alli!!! i have butterflies at the same time my heart is aching!

Your words made him feel uneasy. You didn’t sound confident in the reasoning you gave; the red flags were blowing brightly right in front of him. - yeah no i don’t think it’s that either, something else is going on with paulie

A sudden look of horror crossed your face before he could answer your first question. “Oh my God. You aren’t meeting a girlfriend, are you? I just kissed you!” - lol you know he has not even thought of another girl (also the line about being an unintentional homewrecker was perfect)

“Oh!” you exclaimed. You snapped your hair tie once before you answered. “Yes. Very.” - the hair tie thing again! she’s nervous!!! it’s like pumpkin with her ring!

“Oh please. I’m sure there have been plenty of women prettier than me lately,” you rolled your eyes in that self-deprecating way you tended to do, but Bradley was shaking his head before you were even done speaking. “There hasn’t been anyone.” - ☺️🤭

The tension that had reappeared in your shoulders slipped, and he vowed that he would do whatever he could to keep it that way, for as long as you let him. - this is so SWEET! i love protective bradley, he just exudes the best vibes of looking out for you and making sure you feel safe and secure before actually going after the root of the problem (if that makes sense?)

This Love Came Back to Me (1)

Summary: You and Bradley hadn’t ended on bad terms; truly, you stopped before the two of you could even really begin. Still, in the last seven months, you had never completely left his mind. So when you suddenly appeared in front of him at the bar, asking for a favor and pulling him into a kiss, he thought maybe it was the perfect opportunity to see if this time, things could be different. But what neither of you realized was that there’s more going on than just rekindling a lost romance, and it might not be as easy as simply just wanting it. 

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: second chance romance, language, allusions of smut and potential full smut, stalking, unhealthy obsessions, delusions of feelings, unwanted attention.

Part One Wordcount: 3.9K

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Bradley hadn’t noticed you at first, which wasn’t necessarily surprising. The Hard Deck was packed tonight, full of the regulars and those from the ship docked at port. He had to do a double take when he caught sight of you across the bar, but oh, it was definitely you alright. 

You had changed your hair since the last time he saw you, but he’d recognize those eyes anywhere. They were what drew him to you in the first place. Even now, his heart fluttered in his chest when they looked at him.  

It had been seven months since your break up and the last time the two of you had spoken. You hadn’t ended on bad terms; really, you ended before the two of you could even truly begin. The timing wasn’t right, with him being assigned to this special detachment and getting back to back deployments, while you were just starting a new job that kept you unbelievably busy. Your schedules rarely aligned and for the six months of your relationship, you spent more time apart than you did together, both of you struggling to communicate that you wanted to spend time together on the rare chance it was available. It was a mutual decision to let one another go, even if the deep connection you shared when you were together was better than either of you had ever experienced with other people. 

So seeing you now was a bit of a shock to him, but even more surprising was how you barely spared a moment after meeting his eyes before making your way toward him. You were moving with a purpose, weaving your way through the crowd of uniforms and civilians. 

“Hi,” you said as soon as you closed the distance between the two of you. You cut him off before he could respond with a greeting of his own. “I need a favor.” 

Bradley’s eyebrows raised, in surprise or disbelief, he wasn’t sure. You hadn’t spoken in months, and you were asking him for a favor? 

“It’s good to see you, too,” he responded with sarcasm dripping from his tongue. You rolled your eyes, glancing over your shoulder before turning back to him. He noticed for the first time the anxiety that was clearly written all over your face. He cataloged the tension in your shoulders and how you were snapping the hair tie you always kept around your wrist against your skin. It was a nervous tell of yours and even now, all this time later, he felt the urge to reach out to stop you.

“What do you need?” he asked instead. 

You took a deep breath, letting the words out quickly. “I need you to kiss me.” 

“Excuse me?” Bradley choked out a laugh of disbelief. 

You sighed heavily, opening your mouth to respond, when Bradley heard your name being called from a nasally voice near where you had been standing before. When he looked in that direction, he could see a man of minimal stature and build trying to shove his way through the same crowd you had just parted easily. 

“Bad date?” He asked, trying for humor to ease the tension he was starting to feel. Your face scrunched up like you were appalled at the thought and Bradley almost smiled at the look. Almost. 

“God no.”

Seeing you again was throwing him for a loop. That was enough to tell him that he shouldn’t get involved in whatever this is. But he had always had a soft spot when it comes to you, had thought of you often since you parted, and his instincts were telling him something was off. The urge to protect you was just as present now as it was before.

Bradley briefly flicked his eyes toward the man before looking back at you. He felt a twist in his gut at your discomfort. Despite knowing how this could blow up in his face and fuck with his emotions all at the same time, he found himself taking a step closer to you. 

“What’s going on?” he asked, voice lowered so that it was only for you. 

Your eyes closed when your name was called again, the voice slightly closer. You groaned as you opened them, your gaze pleading with him. “I’ll explain later. Please, just go with it? I really don’t want to go kiss a stranger instead.” 

He barely had time to nod before you were closing the remaining distance between your bodies, rising on your tiptoes and wrapping your arms around his neck as you pressed your lips against his. 

Wildly, his first thought was if you still favored the transfer proof lipstick or if you would be leaving a pink stain on his lips. 

His second thought, though, was, oh, fuck. 

Bradley’s hands fell naturally to your hips. He squeezed the flesh through the denim of your jeans as he returned the kiss. His mind fogged over with how good it felt to feel you against him like this again. It was like no time had passed at all as those same sparks he felt a year ago shot through him now. You gasped against his mouth and he wondered if maybe you felt the electricity too. 

Right when he was about to give in to his desire and deepen the kiss, he heard your name again, coming from directly behind you this time. You pulled away from him slowly, your breathing intermingling with his. When your eyes fluttered open, he was already looking at you. You were calmer than you had been when you first approached him, and there was an open look of wonder and something suspiciously like want as you gazed back at him. Your lips were slightly parted and he swallowed thickly. 

He wanted to kiss you again. Based on the look in your eyes now, he didn’t think you’d push him away. 

“Hey!” 

That same voice was sharper now. Bradley felt annoyance settle over him both at the tone he was using in your direction and the way he felt you tense up again before you turned to face the intrusion. 

“Paul,” you spoke, your voice flat. Bradley took the other man in now that he was closer. He found himself unimpressed at the wrinkled khakis and tucked-in flannel shirt covering his shorter frame, red hair laying flat on the top of his head. 

“I was calling for you.” 

His voice was grating like nails on a chalkboard. Despite how utterly un-intimidating he appeared to be, though, he was staring at you in a way that made Bradley’s spine straighten. 

“I must not have heard you.”

It was clearly a lie, and he had to fight from showing his surprise at how you weren’t even masking the obviousness of it. He squeezed your hip briefly in what he hoped was reassurance and let his hand rest there when he stepped beside you. You settled briefly back into his arm and he knew it was a silent sign of appreciation. He tried not to read too much into the fact that you needed no words to communicate that. 

“That’s okay,” Paul reassured you quickly with a too eager smile on his face. His eyes trailed up and down your body. It was almost like Bradley wasn’t even standing there.  “You look so pretty tonight.” 

You didn’t say anything, but Paul continued on without allowing you much time to respond anyway, “I want to buy you a drink. Come on.”

He stepped forward and extended his arm to reach for you. You angled your body away from him at the same time that Bradley wrapped his arm more securely around you. He cleared his throat loudly, drawing the other man’s attention away from you for a moment and halting his progress. Paul’s lip curled up in disgust when he noted his presence at your side. Instead of speaking to him, though, his blue eyes went back to you.

“Why were you kissing your friend?” There’s a certain emphasis on the last word that didn’t go unnoticed by either of you. Alarm bells started to ring in his head and though Bradley had told himself he would let you lead, when you started snapping the hair tie against your wrist again, he couldn’t stay quiet anymore. 

“I’m her boyfriend, actually. Who the hell are you?” 

The words came out before he could really register the implications of them, but to your credit, you don’t show surprise at them, either. Instead, you wrap your arm around him in return, your side melded into his. He moves the arm that was at your hip to wrap around your shoulder. 

Still, though, Paul doesn’t look at him. His nostrils flared and his fist curled at his side, but he never took his eyes off you. “You don’t have a boyfriend.” 

Bradley had never been so blatantly ignored in his life and this guy was really, really starting to piss him off. 

“That’s funny, because I’m standing right here. Bradley Bradshaw. Now I’ll ask again - who are you?” 

Paul finally met his eyes. If he wasn’t so tense, Bradley thinks he might have found some amusement in how the color drained from his face as he really looked at him for the first time. He gulped, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he searched for something to say. 

You sighed. It came out slightly shaky, and Bradley cataloged that as another mark against this guy. 

“This is Paul. We work together,” you explained. That’s an interesting development; you must put up with this everyday. Briefly, the thought of how he had no place in your life anymore to be as concerned as he was flashed through his mind. But you were the one that brought him into this, and it was too late to backtrack now.

Bradley hummed in response to your words as he contemplated how he wanted to play this. He wanted to tell the guy to back off and never speak to you again. Or put his fist in his very punchable face for how uncomfortable he made you. But he reeled himself in; he wouldn’t do that until after he heard the full story from you, if it was necessary. He knew for certain, though, that the first order of business needed to be to get you away from him in the here and now. 

“I actually already ordered us drinks, so you’ll have to excuse us.” Without another word,  Bradley turned the both of you away. With his arm still wrapped tightly around your shoulders, he guided you to the other side of the bar. Paul called your name one more time but it went ignored. 

“I’m so sorry,” you said, but Bradley shook his head as he kept walking steadily forward. 

“Will you let me buy you a drink?” he asked instead. 

“You don’t have to. I shouldn’t have pulled you into this.”

“Too late now, Bug.” The nickname slipped out before he could stop it. It was something he had called you since your second or third date, when a ladybug had landed on your nose and even after you had swatted it away, it kept coming back. He had laughed and said something about how maybe it was a sign you were a good luck charm, and how maybe it meant your relationship was lucky. It made his stomach twist thinking about how he had been wrong back then. 

He pushed forward before he could dwell on how much he hadn’t realized he missed saying it. “Please. Let me buy you a drink, at least until he leaves?”

You met his eyes and must have found what you’re looking for, because you slowly nodded your head. There were two open seats at the end of the bar - Bradley guided you to sit in the one that would allow him to be on the very end, angling himself toward you while your back was to the rest of the bar - Paul included. 

You must have ordered your drink before this all started, because Penny slid a glass that had already gathered some condensation in front of you along with a bottle of Bradley’s regular. He thanked her, requesting they both be put on his tab before she walked away. 

He watched you quietly for a moment as you took a sip. It was the first time he had really been able to take you in. There was stress written all over your face and tension in your shoulders. Your normally bright eyes were duller than he had ever seen them. Regardless of all of that, though, you were just as beautiful as he remembered; you were still you. 

“Are you alright?” he asked you gently. 

“I’ll be okay,” you assured him with a tight, small smile. He didn’t miss how you avoided answering if you were okay right now. “Bradley..I’m so sorry.” 

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” 

You stared at him in disbelief, but he did his best to keep his face steady and reassuring. After a moment, you sighed, and the look on your face settled into something more genuine. “It’s really good to see you.” 

“Yeah,” he agreed easily, a smile tugging at his lips, “it’s really good to see you, too.” 

He stared at you for a long moment and you stared right back. It had always been easy to get lost in your eyes and it seemed like that hadn’t changed with time. 

While he hadn’t seen you, he had thought about you more often than he would ever admit, even to himself. He had met you on a dating app. After weeks of one or two messages here or there with several different women, you were the first one he had a full conversation with after you messaged him with an absolutely god awful pilot joke that genuinely made him laugh. You had talked back and forth for a few weeks before he finally got the courage to ask you for drinks. The connection he had with you was instantaneous and special. He truly thought that if the timing and communication was better, you could have been the one. Instead, he had thought of you as the one that got away.

And now here you were, sitting right in front of him. When he had thought of running into you again, this wasn’t a scenario he had never considered. 

“Do you want to tell me what just happened?” he asked softly. 

The smile fell from your face and Bradley almost wished he wouldn’t have brought it up. You took another sip of your drink before setting it down on the bar and folding your hands in your lap. “Paul works in my department. He took a liking to me when he started a few months ago and has been very…persistent with it, lately.”

“How did he know where you'd be tonight?”

You sighed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Honestly? Not really sure. Maybe he heard me talking about it with one of my coworkers today? I think I may have mentioned it in passing at one point.”

Your words made him feel uneasy. You didn’t sound confident in the reasoning you gave; the red flags were blowing brightly right in front of him. But he could see how anxious you were getting, too, and decided to tread lightly. 

“What are you doing here, anyway?” He asked, “No offense, but The Hard Deck isn’t really your scene.”

He had brought you here a handful of times when you dated, but had never entertained the thought of you coming here alone. For a brief moment, he feared you were actually supposed to be meeting another date here. 

“I was supposed to be getting drinks with a friend of mine and her new boyfriend to meet him, but they bailed. I didn’t see the text until I was already here,” you explained. The shot of jealousy that he had felt dissipated.

“Ah.”

“What about you?” you asked, clearly trying to steer the conversation away from the red headed problem in the room. He would let you, for now, simply because maybe it would mean extending the conversation for a little bit longer. He knew he was beginning the descent down a slippery slope. Truly, he couldn’t bring himself to care too much. 

A sudden look of horror crossed your face before he could answer your first question. “Oh my God. You aren’t meeting a girlfriend, are you? I just kissed you!”

He chuckled into his beer bottle, shaking his head as he took a sip. “I’m single.”

You sighed in relief. “That’s good. Glad I’m not an unintentional homewrecker.”

Bradley laughed again. He was pleased when, after a moment, you started giggling too. The sound had always made him feel a little warmer. He chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment, contemplating his next question. He decided just to go for it; there was really nothing to lose at this point. 

“Are you?” 

You looked at him curiously and he cleared his throat, feeling a blush creep its way up his neck. “Single. Are you?” 

“Oh!” you exclaimed. You snapped your hair tie once before you answered. “Yes. Very.” 

He didn’t immediately know what he wanted to do with that information, but combined with the way you were looking at him, he knew that there were at least a few possibilities to consider. You must think the same because without further prompting, you were asking him what he’s been up to lately. 

He wasn’t sure exactly how much time passed as you caught up on your lives for the last seven months. His deployments had calmed down as he turned into being more of an instructor. Your work had gotten crazier. You swapped stories back and forth and it transitioned into discussing current events and the hobbies both of you had either let go or taken up. 

The bar became busier as the night got later and when the people behind you started to get a little rowdy, he pulled your bar stool closer to his. Your feet were hooked on the metal at the bottom of his chair between his spread legs and his hands rested on the outside of your thighs. Bradley could smell your perfume with how close you were. 

Buying you one drink turned into buying you two, and it was so nice, being here with you like this. 

“You’re staring at me,” you accused, smirking into your glass as you finished your second drink. 

“You’re nice to stare at,” he answered easily, not bothering to deny it. “I think you’ve gotten more beautiful since the last time I saw you, Bug.” 

“I have not,” you laughed lightly and shook your head. But even as you disagreed with him, he could see the goosebumps break out on your skin. 

“You have,” he insisted. He reached up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear and delighted in the way your eyes fluttered closed for a moment and your body shivered. Seeing that he could still cause these reactions in you sent a thrill through him that raised his body temperature. “You’ve always been the most beautiful woman in the room in my eyes.” 

“Oh please. I’m sure there have been plenty of women prettier than me lately,” you rolled your eyes in that self-deprecating way you tended to do, but Bradley was shaking his head before you were even done speaking. 

“There hasn’t been anyone.” 

You froze, meeting his eyes from where you had let them fall to the ground. He didn’t flinch, needing you to see just how serious he was. Your lips parted in surprise, but you sucked in a breath and let your hand come up to play with the buttons on his Hawaiin shirt. 

“There hasn’t been anyone else for me, either,” you admitted quietly. 

His hands rubbed the denim that covered your thighs and he leaned forward on his stool. 

“Then why aren’t we still together, Bug?” 

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth, releasing it quickly as your eyes flickered down to his lips before meeting his dark gaze again. “I’m really struggling to remember right n-” 

His lips were on yours before you could get all the words out. You gasped against his mouth and he took it for the opportunity it was to deepen the kiss. He groaned as his tongue tangled with yours. You tasted even better than he remembered. One hand trailed higher up your leg, his fingers hooking into one of your belt loops as he brought you even closer to him. You whimpered into the kiss and tightened your grip on his open shirt as you matched his pace just as perfectly as you always did. Breathing eventually became an issue and he pulled away from you slowly and reluctantly, pecking your lips twice more as he did. Your chest heaved as you fought to catch your breath. Your eyes were hooded and damn, he had missed you so much. 

He was about to lean in to kiss you again when he caught a flash of red and flannel in his peripheral vision. He scanned the thick crowd of people and it didn’t take long for his eyes to find Paul, hovering near the wall on the other side of the bar with a direct line of sight to where you were sitting. The almost possessive look on his face as he stared had Bradley tightening his grip on you, the same protective instinct from earlier washing over him. He had gotten so caught up in this reunion that he had almost forgotten the cause of it in the first place. 

He wasn’t looking at him for long before you cupped his cheek and brought his eyes back to yours. “Don’t worry about him.” 

Bradley’s eyebrows furrowed at how you didn’t seem overly surprised at the fact that your coworker was still there, and how you were speaking like it was a common occurrence to feel his beady little eyes on you. He wondered just how much more there was to your earlier story. He swallowed down the urge to ask you about it right now, but he couldn’t tamper the need to get you away from him, again. 

“Let’s get out of here,” he said. He moved first, and when you gracefully stood from your bar stool, he pulled your body flush against his, leaning down for another kiss. The tension that had reappeared in your shoulders slipped, and he vowed that he would do whatever he could to keep it that way, for as long as you let him.

“My car is in the parking lot,” you supplied, slightly breathless from the kiss.

“Will you let me follow you home?” he asked. You bit your lip, searching his face, before you nodded.

“I’d like that.” 

Bradley wrapped an arm around your shoulder after he threw down enough money on the bar to cover the tab and the tip. He placed a kiss to the top of your head as you made your way to the door. He looked over his shoulder as the two of you walked out, searching the room for the man that had put you both on edge, but he was nowhere to be found. 

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Don't mind me, i'm just over here simping because of how good your Paul Atreides fics are ✨😍 You write him so well, it's amazing!! Would you mind if I request another one of your writings with Paul? A prompt from your list caught my eye, “I will always choose you.” (i'm such a sucker for Paul being soft/affectionate), but let's be real, I'll be happy about anything you write. Anyway, I hope you are having an amazing day!

I choose you [P. A]

Paul Atreides x Idaho!reader

N/A: Thank you very much for your precious words, I really appreciate that you like it! This is definitely longer than a blurb, but the idea was spinning in my head and I wanted to write it down. It's short on the story, but I hope you like it (and I'm sorry if Paul wasn't very affectionate🥺)

Disclaimer: I haven't read any of the books and I have no idea where the Fremen live. An apology for that.

Oh and this fic Duncan don't die because I loved him too much to let him go

You walked in the sand, covered by the fresh fabrics on your suit and drinking from time to time the water that it provided. You were silent, just following in the footsteps of the strange group of Fremen you had encountered.

"You haven't stopped looking at him since the walk began," Duncan, who was next to you, murmured. From your position you could see Paul, much further ahead than you were walking, who was talking animatedly to the blue-eyed woman who had lent him her knife to fight "Are you mad at him?"

“And why should I be? He's just leaving us behind without any explanation,” you said, clearly with a sarcastic tone. Duncan, as mocking as only he could be, laughed immediately.

"It seems you want to kill that girl with your eyes"

"Oh no, I'm going to kill her with my hands," you replied, low enough that the others wouldn't hear. You didn't want a riot against you for launching a threat against one of their own.

Things between you and Paul hadn't been going very well lately and everyone could figure that out. He had insisted strongly that he did not want you to go to Arrakis and when you disobeyed his command, he was furious. So, your days had been limited to training with Gurney and trying to talk to Paul, who always refused to do so.

But at least you had your brother and after almost losing him in the battle you fought together you knew that there were more important things than grieving over the rejection of your best friend. After all, with the death of his father, the kidnapping that he and his mother suffered, and the struggle to survive in the desert, and he had barely had time to look at you. You knew it was very selfish to expect me to find you in the shelter and run into your arms, but from what Duncan had told you previously you knew that this situation did happen with your brother. Either way, you were grateful to have made it out of the storm alive and to have found that group of people, but you couldn't help but feel the jealousy growing very slowly in your stomach.

“You have to control that temper, little sister. Remember that you won’t always be able to win your battles”

"Yes, I can. Always," you said confidently "And if not, I have you to watch my back, right?" you asked with a barely visible smile and he nodded. You had been so scared of losing it a few hours ago. Your eyes tried to go back to both figures, but you noticed that Paul was looking in your direction and you decided to look away until you were sure that he returned to his conversation with the girl "She must be"

"Who?" Duncan asked, not understanding what you were talking about.

"The woman of his dreams"

"Y/N, you don't have to be so extreme...”

“I don't mean that, dumb. She is the one in his visions, the fremen” Duncan looked at you with a frown and you imitated him “He didn't tell you?”

“As strange as it may seem, he doesn't tell me that kind of thing. Only you, you know how much trust he has in you”

"Well, apparently he isn’t as much as we thought," you said, unable to take your eyes off the two of you. What had Paul seen in his visions? Would she be his wife? Would they thus make peace with the Fremen? The whole thing was driving you crazy, and not just because you were deeply in love with Paul, but because you were worried about losing your best friend.

"Talk to him"

“I have tried, believe me. Paul doesn't want to talk to me and I still don't understand why. I mean, I know he didn't want me to come here but I didn't think he would hate me so much for accompanying you”

"Maybe he knows something we don't" he murmured looking at you, hoping he could give you some advice "You know, all that about his visions. Paul is a very reserved boy, but everything he does has a reason. Maybe he was upset with you about something important”

"Or maybe he just wanted to get out of the way to stay with his Fremen girlfriend.”

"By God, Y/N, you look like a 10-year-old girl" he complained and you contained an insult. You kept walking with your eyes on the golden sand, not knowing that now Paul was the one who was watching you carefully.

It took hours to get to a cave where you could rest, and the Fremen were kind enough to set up some tents for you with materials they had hidden. Lady Jessica was a little nervous, but you assured her that you would do your best to protect her and that Duncan would act at the first sign of danger.

When you were distributing to sleep you felt someone touch your shoulder and by the small size of the hand, you knew it wasn’t your brother.

"Do you want to share a tent?" Paul asked, taking you by surprise. It was strange hearing his voice after weeks.

"Sorry?"

“I asked Duncan to take care of my mother, she needs it more than I do. And I think that if something happens, we can defend each other” he explained to you. You clenched your fists in anger because, although you wanted to reconcile with him, you did not agree that everything was so simple. Paul had yelled at you, denied you a talk, and hurt your feelings, so you wouldn't let it go so easily.

"And what does Duncan think of this?" you asked seriously.

"He agrees"

That fucking idiot.

"Do you still have the fremen's knife?"

"Chani?" ah, so he knew her name "No, why?"

"For nothing", you said annoyed, walking towards the tent where Paul had set up and you entered with hurried steps, without looking back. It would be a difficult night, but after all, it was your duty to serve House Atreides and you wouldn’t leave their side until your brother did.

It didn't take long for Paul to come in behind you and immediately the atmosphere became tense. You refused to look at him, while he was looking for a way to open the conversation. After a few seconds of silence, you turned to pretend to look for a place to lie down, but he stopped you by holding you by the wrist.

"We need to talk"

"Funny, I've been trying to do that all week and you've just monumentally ignored me," you replied, freeing yourself from his grip. You didn't want to be rude, but you couldn't use another tone of voice.

"Y/N"

"I just want to sleep, Paul," you murmured. You didn't want to sleep and even if you wanted to, you couldn't sleep, but you just needed an excuse to avoid his talk. It was funny how you had made an effort to talk to him and now that you had a chance you didn't want to.

"You are angry"

"Of course I'm angry!" you said, raising your voice "You yelled at me for coming to Arrakis, you ignored me, after barely saving yourself and you looked at me and when we got here you left me behind for going with that stranger" you claimed. Maybe what bothered you the most was the girl thing, but he didn't have to know.

“Is that why you are upset? For her?"

"I'm upset because you forget that I've always been here!" you half yelled. Paul looked so sad that for a moment you wished you hadn't said anything to him. But you knew he deserved it a bit "And I don't even understand why you were so upset with my presence here if all I have tried during my life is to take care of you and your family"

"I saw you die" he blurted out. You kept quiet and everything you were about to say got caught in your throat. You were frozen in your place and Paul took that opportunity to reach out and hold your hand. “That's why he didn't want to have you here. Because I'm afraid of losing you. Every day"

Both of you were silent for a long, long time. None of you knew what to say, not after Paul's confession.

"Why did you not tell me?" you finally asked. Suddenly your voice was soft and understanding. Maybe you had been too harsh on him, after all, he was suffering in ways you couldn't understand.

"I didn't want to sound like an idiot," he replied. His hand lightly caressed yours "Because there was a different vision..." he began to say, in a whisper "Where that woman, Chani, saves you. I don't know who she is, nor do I know if I can trust her. But I wanted to make sure I took any small chance to protect you,” he explained. You felt that you were short of breath and suddenly all the anger had disappeared. “I know you saved your brother, but you could have also died. And I know that you are a warrior, I have never doubted your abilities, but I am afraid that one of those battles will be too much for you "

"Paul..." you mumbled, just so you could say something to him. You were embarrassed, you didn't know what to say and you wanted to hug him.

“And that's why he was so angry. And that's why I asked you not to come”

"I had no idea," you said sincerely, feeling your chest hurt a little "You should have told me, I would have...”

"I didn’t want to torment you with these uncertain ideas of the future" he confessed to you. He was completely sincere before you "It is enough that I suffer them, I do not want to drag you with me"

“You are not going to drag me with you. You don't have to go through this alone, you know you can talk to me” you tried to convince him, looking for his beautiful green eyes. Now that you knew the reasons for him, you were no longer upset at all but worried about everything that that boy had kept quiet about and had to suffer alone. "We are friends."

He was silent for a while and you suddenly felt sad. Maybe he didn't know where to start.

"I need to tell you something"

"Whatever," you said quickly, encouraging him to keep talking about those dreams, visions, or nightmares that he had. You didn't even know what to call them anymore.

You thought that he would ask you to get away from some situation in the future or stay next to that fremen or something like that. But he surprised you by looking at a slight blush on his cheeks before speaking.

"Forget it, it's silly" he muttered shyly, but you raised his face with one of your hands.

“Paul, if we are going to continue being friends you have to trust me” you exclaimed seriously “I am stronger than you think, I can handle things. What is it? Something about Duncan? Something about your mother? Do you think something will happen to…?” you started to say, but his lips slapping against yours made you shut up.

The boy did not give you time to react because you were frozen again, but when he kissed you for the second time you did not hesitate to reciprocate, turning the contact into a hungry kiss.

"I will always choose you" he whispered over your mouth, once you separated. Your breathing was still erratic and you didn't know when his hands had ended up on your waist. "I will always choose to protect you, I will always choose you over anyone in this universe, do you understand me? I don't want you to doubt it again" he sobbed and you kissed him again, deeper and more passionate.

If his suspicions were true and you would die soon, you wanted to spend the rest of your days with him. And even if his visions weren't true, and you lived much longer, you wanted to.

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JACKIE I AM UNWELL RN !!!

can we talk about how soft paul would be when he just wakes up?:(

imagine you wake up first and you go to the bathroom to wash your face and do all the things you need, a little distracted and lost in thought so you didn't realise when Paul got in ??!? his big arms around your waist:((( asking you why you're not in bed with him, his voice all sleepy and his curls all messy but so beautiful and he'd definitely start giving you lazy kisses on your neck and shoulder bc he wants all your attention and you're just there melting at every little thing he does 🫠

:(( paul :(((( you're out here doing god's work angie, loved this idea so much 😭

– paul is a heavy sleeper me thinks. i see him as someone who is pretty hard to wake up (he'll have to have several loud alarms in a row if he's sleeping alone just to make sure he actually does wake up lol), and who always dozes off again if there's a chance. he'll wake up, say just a few words but keep his eyes shut, and then fall asleep again, and you'll be wondering if he ever even woke up in the first place or if he just talked in his sleep 😭 thoughhh if he fell asleep next to you, and you're suddenly not there, then he'll subconsciously know that something is wrong and he'll wake up much quicker than usual

– oh and he's a cuddler in his sleep, 100%. if he's got you in his arms when you fall asleep, you won't be able to break free. if you go into bed after he's already fallen asleep, you'll still find yourself in his arms when you wake up. he loves to bury his face in your hair or in your skin. or if it's been a rough day/week or if he's just missed you a lot, you can expect to have him rest on top of you, head propped up on your chest as he holds one of your hands 🥺

– i think he might be a light snorer…. i just get that feeling? idk? not so much that it bothers you, but you just find it cute and coo over it :(

– overall, i think sleepy mornings with him would be so so cute. the softest, cutest and most pure version of him and he's all yours? you're so lucky 🫶

oh and i felt like writing just a little little blurb…… sorry not sorry 🤭

it's always hard to leave paul behind in bed, but not only because of his tight embrace around your body; it's almost painful to roll out of bed when the person you leave behind is him.

him and that sweet pout on his lips, the messy bed hair practically screaming at you to come brush your fingers through it, those rosy cheeks that you wish you could forever hold in your hands…

i'll be quick, you tell yourself, tiptoeing into the bathroom and quietly closing the door behind you. you hurry to brush your teeth, wash your face and do all of your other routines, but when you wipe the water off your face with a towel, you don't hear the door opening again. instead, the only sound that fills the room is your own squeal when you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

"paul!" you whine, dropping the towel and giving his forearm a smack. "christ, you really scared me!"

he only hums as a response, and it just frustrates you even more – but then, all of your anger disappears when you take in the sight in the mirror.

his chin is propped up on your shoulder, eyes shut and body bending down to meet your height. the feeling of his warm breath and bare chest against your skin sends a shiver down your spine, and the way he leans his head against yours makes you pout subconsciously.

"come back to bed," he mumbles, words slurred as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck.

"in just a minute," you lean forward slightly to grab a moisturizer out of your cabinet, the action triggering a groan to rumble from his chest. "i just have a few more things to do…"

he lets out a dismissive sound, shaking his head into your skin. "no, i want to go back now."

"you go back, then. i'll be right there." you twist off the lid off, taking some of the moisturizer onto your hands and massaging it into your skin. paul doesn't budge, though; he stays put, his hold around you tightening even further.

after a few seconds, his eyes slowly open and he lifts his head from you. the lack of contact immediately disappoints you, but just seconds later it's been replaced by his lips.

his kisses start behind your ear, slowly tracing down the side of you neck, not leaving even a single inch of skin unkissed. when he reaches your bare shoulder, his hands also begin to roam around your body and you can't help but squirm. "please, paul. that tickles," you say, doing your best to pretend like you don't love every second of it – but he can read you like the back of his hand. there's no way he'll stop now.

you leave your bottle without its lid on top of the sink, not caring anymore. he won.

"okay, oka–"

you don't even get to finish your word, because less than a second later, he's already pulled you back into bed and flopped down on top of you. "cuddle me, please?"

and how could you ever say no to him when he asks so nicely?

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Y-y-you writing for the Lost Boys!!?? ~happy pterodactyl screech~ omg omg omg ok, breathe. Could you please do 107 + 121 from the list with a very grumpy and possessive David?? 🥺

“I’m not jealous! it’s just…you’re mine!” and “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

AAAAAAAAAAA Anon thank you for being the inaugural asker for David/Lost Boys content on this blog!!! I'm so excited to be writing for him and I hope you like!!!

Jealousy

Gender Neutral Reader Warnings: Vampire bites, witty banter, some sensual situations, not very smutty but maybe a PG-13 situation going on, fiesty reader who doesn't take shit from David Word Count: ~800

"Grow up David," you tossed over your shoulder, stomping into the abandoned hotel that you called home.

David was hot on your heels, continuing to bitch and moan as he had been the entire way back. "First of all, that's literally impossible for me. So great comeback there." You rolled your eyes as you pushed through the numerous draped sheets that served as walls in this place. "Secondly, what do you expect me to do when some limp dick is up in my partner's business, huh? Not kill them?"

You stopped next to your bed, sighing heavily and throwing your arms up and slapping them down at your sides dramatically. "Oh, I don't know David, maybe I find impulse control really sexy. Maybe it's hotter than feeling like I'm dating a jealous child all the time."

Before David could open his mouth, a litany of "oooooooooohs'' and whooping could be heard from elsewhere in the echoing room. "David's jealousssssss," Paul teased in a sing-song voice, causing the others to snicker along.

"I'm not jealous!" David boomed towards the curtains, soft snickering still being heard. You smirked at David and crossed your arms across your chest with your eyebrows raised. All that was missing was a nice "told you so," but the look on David's face was already good enough for you.

David hissed and lowered his voice. "I'm not jealous. It's just that," David's eyes darted to the side before continuing, "It's just that you're mine! I don't want some piece of shit coming up to you and thinking you owe him the time of day when you have me."

"David," you said, lips pressed together as you tried to hold back giggles that would only hurt his poor ego even more. "You're the textbook definition of jealousy, you know that right?"

"Shut up," he grumbled half heartedly as he circled you, pressing himself against your back and holding you. "You know what I mean."

You couldn't help but prod him further. "I'm not sure if I do, David. Please, use your words and enlighten me."

David's lips brushed the nape of your neck, and you shivered when you felt the graze of his canines trace your sensitive flesh. "Don't need to use my words," he whispered. "But you sure are mouthy. Even though you know what I can do."

You rolled your eyes and lifted one of your hands to the top of his head, threading your fingers through his long hair. "You love it."

You didn't bother to hide the soft moan as his teeth sunk into your neck. It didn't matter anyway, you both knew the effect his bites had on the both of you. David held you tightly to him, rocking you gently as he lapped up your blood. Your legs trembled, and he groaned softly as you held tighter to his hair. It wouldn't be long before your grip loosened anyways, so you might as well enjoy it now.

David had described how he felt drinking blood to you before. It made him exhilarated, powerful, adrenaline coursing through his veins. You felt the opposite, but it wasn't a bad feeling in the slightest. It reminded you of being high, your body so lightweight, and your mind a tad fuzzy, but your senses were heightened immensely. You felt David siphon your blood from you, became aware of how his body pressed against you and the clothes sliding across your skin. You felt like you could fly, that, or have the best sleep of your life. Either was preferable, but in these moments all you could fantasize about was how good David's skin would feel against yours as your bodies become one, reveling in the ecstasy only your partner could bring you. And here he was being jealous. Didn't he know there was no match when it came to him?

Somehow, as your mind floated aimlessly as you enjoyed the moment, you noticed David had gently placed you down on the bed, crouching on top of you as he gazed down at you. His eyes were amber, pupils dilated as his mouth hung open, tongue licking up the last of the blood that stained his plush lips. You gave him a lopsided smile and brushed your hand over his face which David leaned into.

"Promise to be good?" You whispered, slowly wrapping your legs around David's.

That familiar cocky lopsided grin spread across David's face as he answered, "I can't promise anything."

In all fairness, you wouldn't have David any other way.

[sethsclearwater]

Paul x reader x Seth with a s/o who gets soooo giggly and all smiley and super super affectionate when she’s sleepy bc I just think that’s the cutest thing ever and they would too 🥹🫶🏻

short one but i'm obsessed🥺🥺

...

"oh look paul, it's pretty girl," seth mused playfully as he watched you step out of the bathroom with his sweatpants and one of paul's shirts on, combing your fingers through your wet hair as you smiled back at him.

"hi seth," you giggled, blushing as you stepped over to the bed and climbed in so you could straddle his lap and lay down on top of him, "missed you," you mumbled into his bare chest, eliciting a soft laugh from your imprinter.

"missed you too pretty girl," he cooed, pressing a quick kiss to your hairline as he wrapped his arms around you to hold you close to him.

"fuck me i guess," paul grumbled teasingly and you burst into giggles as you turned your head so you could rest your other cheek on seth's chest and look at your other imprinter.

paul was smiling at you, chuckling when you reached your hand out which he gladly took and intertwined your fingers together, "missed you too paul," you reassured with a giggle, smiling when he pressed a gentle kiss to your intertwined fingers.

"missed you too princess," he chuckled, rolling his eyes when you giggled as seth's tightened his arms around you for a rather tight hug.

you let out a happy sigh, nuzzling seth's chest before you yawned, both boys watching your adoringly, "you wanna put a movie on?" paul asked, grabbing the tv remote with his free hand while he waited for your response.

you hummed and nodded, "wanna cuddle with you two though," you whispered and seth smiled, pressing a kiss to your hair while paul's features softened as he looked back over at you.

both boys loved you all the time but especially close to bedtime, both knowing just how soft and smiley you were in the hour or two before you fell asleep.

"we'll cuddle," paul reassured, offering your hand a gentle squeeze as he got a movie on that sam and emily had insisted the three of you watch earlier that week.

once he hit play on the movie, you rolled off seth so you could be in between the two boys. both men let out breathy laughs as you reached behind you to grab seth's hand and wrap it around your waist while you tightened your other hand's grip on paul's hand to pull him closer to you.

seth ran his hand up and down your side soothingly once you decided he was close enough to you while paul allowed you to take both of his hands into yours and bury your face in his chest.

[aynanasstuff]

dad!sam with his kids at the cookout!

OH OH i love this 🥺 @blanketbarnes ❣

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Wilsons' Residence//Sam Wilson x Desi!Reader Au

Cookout 🍲

The place was bustling with people. The people Sam grew up around were so proud of the man he was now, they had no doubt in their minds that Sam Wilson deserved to be Captain America. They wanted to celebrate him and they decided to do it the good old fashioned way: a cookout.

Sarah was in the kitchen preparing a couple of sides. Bucky's truck pulled in and he brought out the cake for dessert. AJ and Cass ran over to play fight with him, Bucky pretending to lose to see the boys giggle and laugh in triumph. Your husband, a vision in his grey t shirt and his jeans, was working the grill. You winked at him through the window when he caught your eye, making him smile in that bright, toothy way that made you fall in love with him.

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You were dressing your boys up to get them out to the cookout. "Ma! Quick! We wanna go help dad with the grill." "Yeah, Ma, quick!" You looked at them a raised brow, "You, my boys, are not helping dad with the grill, it's too dangerous for you. You'll help me outside with setting up the tables, okay?"

"But Ma! We're brave, you always say so! The grill can't hurt us." Paul pipes up, Riley nodding at his brother's quick wit.

"And you are brave." you answer.

"So you'll let us help dad?" Riley asks brightly.

"No, you're helping me." Before they could protest, you handed them the table cloths. "No excuses, you're coming with me, kannas."

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After the tables are all arranged outdoors, you and Sarah and a bunch of your friends help set up the food. AJ, Cass, Paul and Riley were playing near the docks, Sam and Bucky talking while keeping an eye on them.

You called out to them,"Boys, food's ready." AJ is hanging off Bucky's arm, Riley is on Sam's shoulders and Cass and Paul are animatedly debating about whether or not centaurs are insects.

They get seated at the table. Sam kisses the top of your head before sitting down next to you. "You're wearing those jhumkas you wore on our first date."

"You remembered?" you ask, surprised

"Of course I did," he says like it's the most obvious thing ever, "never seen anyone as beautiful as you before."

"Sam Wilson, ever the charmer." You roll your eyes at him, cheeks heating up at his words.

He has both the kids on his lap as he takes turns feeding them. He didn't have to, the number of chairs more than sufficient, but these moments are rare and he'd be damned if he didn't cherish them. The food he had on the plate for himself was quickly being devoured by your boys. You add more food to your plate so you can make sure Sam eats, feeding him while you ate as well. You kiss his cheek and wipe off the sauce from the corner of his lips, licking it up cheekily. He lets out a little laugh, smiling at you with eyes full of adoration, thankful for the life and the people he's blessed with.

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A/n: I am SOFT 😵🥺

[turnipoddity]

i love your art and style so much, they’re so soft and expressive, and every time i see your art i feel i’m being hugged

(also paul dano in your style 😩💞 he looks amazing!!)

OH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! This is so sweet 🥺💕💕

[felworthless]

You asked for asks you get the Darry/Paul 🧹

I hurry down the street with the leather ball clutched tightly in my hand. It’s muddy from the rain last night and the grass is soft enough for playing, perfect conditions. I managed to slip out without Soda on my tail, and I trot diagonally over to the park near Paul’s place.

He’s already there when I hurry up to him, leaning against an old tree and smoking a cigarette. He’s looking the other way but turns to me as he hears my footsteps, and he grins at me before standing straight.

My name leaves his lips and my knees weaken a little as he pulls me close. We hug with only the ball between us, milliseconds before he pulls away and smiles sideways at me.

He asks me if I’m ready. I say yes.

I love football. I love running and dodging and the anticipation-I love tackling, when you know they aren’t getting anywhere and the whistle blows but you’re still on a high.

Getting tackled is fun too, while not great for the game. Your head jostles around in your helmet and you’re covered in turf and you’re breathing hard-it’s better than getting drunk though, the pain and loss you feel later.

It’s different with Paul. He’s no older than me, but he has two older brothers and has been playing since he could stand. I had to wait till high school, really, to feel what it was like. But he doesn’t make me feel dumb when I fumble the ball, and the tackles are easy and kinder. I don’t like him going easy on me, but I appreciate it.

That day the air is heavy, and we pass the ball around for a bit and practicing tackles before I take off running.

Paul’s not expecting it, that’s why it takes him longer to catch up than usual. I’m off the grass now, legs pounding against cool pavement and I’m laughing and then I hit the ground.

Paul’s on top of me, grinning down at me like he knows he’s won. Which he has, but I grin right back. I think I may have hit my head on the pavement, which he seems to see then.

He swears, asks me if my heads okay. I’m just staring at him and he’s asking me questions-standard concussion things coach taught us-and I know all the answers but I’m staring at the concern in his eyes and I know it’s for me and all of a sudden I’m kissing him.

He’s kissing me back. It’s messy and rough and I don’t know what else, we’re both covered in mud and it smells like rain again and we’re laying in the middle of the road kissing. I don’t think that’s what friends do-not normally.

I don’t want to leave him ever, but he pulls away too soon and I panic.

He laughs, nervously. Asks me how hard I hit my head.

I look him dead in the eye and tell him I feel fine.

He’s kissing me again.

*

We’re walking home and he’s holding my hand. In his other arm is my ball, and he’s just staring at me with a grin on his face, as I am him.

My breath catches in my throat as he brings his lips to mine once more, gentler this time, and we’re almost to my house. It’s getting colder and I shiver and he smiles at me again, before letting go of my hand.

“See ya, Curtis.”

oh. them 🥺this is so so cute ah thank you broom

[soap-stains]

Heyo! Spoilers from Parts 1 & 2 of Nightmare Time! Let me know what to tag this with if you don't want spoilers!!!

These are notes that I took during it 🥺

Nightmare Time (ep 1)

NINE MINUTES LATE WE ABOUT TO GOOOOO

OOOOOOOOOO IT'S HATCHETFIELD

THEY GONNA SING MAYBE?????

O.o

IT'S MARIAHHHHHHH

JONNNNNNNNNN

COREY!!!!!

ROB!!!!!!!

ALL OF THEM AAAAAA!!!

jfc joey/curt

Aaaaaa the song!!!!!

"The Nightmare Time already caught you" 👀

Yo it's Nick!!!!!!!!!

Holy- yo! it's one the radio people!! Donna!!

uhhhh... Wooly Foot. Ok.

Aaaa Joey

Nick is the butler aww

H- hidgens? HOH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HIDGENS OH MT GOD

Black and White 👀

HAHA someone said PogChamp in chat

"Whatever you do, Lucy, don't fall in love with him." uuhhhhhhhh

Curt stop laughingbdndbidbd

Someone said it was gonna be Joey. Sounds about right. Yep.

I missed a minute because my mother

Did someone say,,, it's Grunt,,,??

His- his name is Conk? Konk? Idk

Gotta give Angela props for this tho

Hidgens seems sus

He's v in love with her, huh

This is horror Tho there's no way it's gonna go well

"Konk and Lucy have love!" awwww

...curt wh- oh. Fiancé, huh. Don't like him

JOHNATHAN IS A HECK

Konk protecc, Konk attac

Hidgens angy

TED. FREAKING. TED. OF COURSE IT'S FREAKING TED OH MY GOD. I HATE HIM SO MUCH RIGHT NOW. UGH.

"You can't fake an accent like that" *looks into the camera like it's office*

I can't believe this insinuates that Hidgens isn't even a professor

HE'S GOING TO KILL HIM OMG

Y'know, this is probably only going to fuel then Tedgens shippers and YES THAT EXISTS AND I HATE IT

"Basically 'go fuck yourself.'"

Ted didn't sign up for this, huh?

"You going soft on me, Ted?" "On the contrary-" *looks into the camera again*

"YOU ARE STUPID."

I can't tell whether or not Ted actually likes her for her or not because it seems more of a just "hot woman with issues so mine now"

Rob was about to take his shirt off, huh?

"Professor should go fuck himself!" -_-

"Ted's PornHub premium account" oh ok

Aw poor Lucy

Awe he took a bullet for her

Is Hidgens about to die again? I mean Ted is probably gonna die again I don't really care Tho

yeah yeah shut it, ted

OH SHE LOVES HIM

Eh he's dead now. That was kinda sad tho

Once again, Hidgens loses his mind and tries to get people killed

"I'm not greedy, I just want 30 million dollars"

UGGGHHHH WORKING BOYS AGAIN

Jeff. Ape Man Jeff. I had a feeling. I hate it here.

Of course his name is fucking Chumby

Jaime.

Watcher World starting off now

BILL?????? BILL????

A L I C E???????

Deb noooo

*inhale* bill. BILL.

Paul mention????

awe jon <3

That's ominous

Aw what a rebel

UHHHHH EXCUSE ME?? Creep.

Drowsy Town?

Awe that would be wholesome if their relationship wasn't,, bad

Ted has a brother? 👀

Bill stop with the doctor she would be a lovely playwright!!!!

A musical. Of course.

OH WAIT THAT MEANS A SONG-

"Ahoy there!" *intense flashbacks and I want to die*

SNIGGLES

NO. NO. STOP IT. NO.

NO PLEASE GOD NO

"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING BLINK" UM OK

MY MAN DID NOT JUST DIS DEAR EVAN HANSEN. I mean I don't really care for DEH anymore, but. HEY.

Aw Angela is Snigglette <3

a ballad huh?

I don't even know what she's saying anymore

This is really just The Smurfs, huh?

"You're a liar, Sniglette!" She seems so put off, was this in the "script"

I'm really really concerned this is weird

OH UH OKAY THAT WAS OFF SCRIPT HUH

Snugglebugs hdndkhdjd

Oh god I hope Sniglette is ok

"Shut up, Jeff!"

Oh no oh god oh my god

"Mam, please stay seated during the performance" uh-

"You can (I can't remember what he said), Lauren!" Uhhhhhhhhh

Bill freaking slept through that? hhhok

Confusion????

Zigs uwu? OOOOO THEY'RE ENBY!! Who's playing them?

Jfc Bill shut up.

"It's your mother's fault" BILL. SHUT UP.

I despise Craig

Cinema teen!!!!

MAN IN A HURRY!!!!!

Bill, come on,,,

They're trying, but barely, I guess,,,

Oh god this isn't gonna go well, huh?

Oh no are they gonna die???? I don't want Alice to die againnnnn

🥺

🥺🥺🥺he asked her about her showww

"IT'S A COMEDY, DAD"

It's so nice to see them interacting positively

Aaaaand now it's ruined. Yikes.

BILL. I SWEAR.

"That's fine, because. I hate you." Y I K E S

uhhhhhh that's not good

Bill's about to die, huh?

Win a doll.... A Blinky doll.... This is just another Wiggly, isn't it. I already had a feeling, but....

"You got a girlfriend? Boyfriend?" oop

"Nothin' says 'sorry and I love you' like a Blinky doll!"

um ok?

Hm. Ok.

She really shooting out her anger, huh?

Lauren, no

"He's been a failure his whole fuckin' life." THAT HAD TO BE SAID RIGHT AS MY FAMILY WAS LISTENING.

"I think what she needs is a good, swift, kick in the ass, sir." um.

I am. Very not comfortable with this.

Are- are they about to spar

OH MY GOD NICK HAS A BLINK DOLL

Billllllllllll noooo

Girl got it, huh?

I'm not ok with this

Of freaking course it's a fun house

"Only two bucks for a whack" umm

Oh god oh my god oh my GOD

B I L L L L L L AAAAAAAA

"You weak, weak man." No he's a strong boy!!!!!!

HELL YEAH ALICE

OOOO CALL BACK

oh thas,,,scary sounding

"Do you remember where we parked?" ...

Did this just... Not happen?

"I won't pry."

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"We've got plans for Zigs" JRBDKHDJDB

JFBDKHDKDHDJFB NICK- YOU CAN'T JUST- AAAA

Jaime is gonna be there next week, but Angela & Mariah won't 👀