#paul mescal x y/n

[lvr1989]

Paul mescal x reader.

This is the first time I write about paul, i hope you enjoy it!

Every moment you spent with him was like living under the warmest ray of sunshine. It was unique and you knew you would want to write all the poems in the world about it.

In fact, the first meet was at the publication of a book by a mutual friend. You were talking that night with other friends in the group when you wanted a glass of wine, so you got to the mini bar and saw him. He was tall and had a very marked profile, seeing him gave you sensations that surprised you, as if something had lit up and you suddenly had an excessive interest in meeting this friendly and affectionate stranger. He could intimidate you but his expression changed quickly, he had a very boisterous laugh and was blushing just like the color of the drink in his glass.

A second was enough for your friend to see you behind his figure and come running to greet you, he missed you, since you became a little famous you had distanced yourself from intimate life.

He ran towards you

-How are you y/n?!!!

Giving you his warm hug, chatted about the basics but your intimate encounter didn't last long, Paul was a few centimeters away looking tenderly and your friend thought to himself that you and he had similar profiles so he added him to the conversation, without knowing what was going to end that casual encounter.....

And on that particular night, that exact moment opened the door to the most magical romance you had ever experienced. Every time you got to know him more and more you couldn't believe that what you two had was real, he was a constant dream.

Every moment shared was like watching a movie reel. That time when you two go the strokes concert and danced a lot, on the way home just couldn't keep your hands off each other, with totally dreamy eyes looking like this could last forever.

When he introduced you to his friends and they all treated you very warmly and then said that Paul never stopped talking about you.

When you went to look for him on the sets and always end went for ice cream, eternal afternoons, you looked at him as if you wanted to freeze every moment until he stained his shirt and you laughed out loud.

The first time you two had sex was unforgettable and quite romantic, he had started going to your house and you had a hobby of playing the piano, you had had some wine and you sang to him, he came over and played a few notes together, the detail of doing it with clasped hands lit a spark. One thing led to another and ended up between your legs. Not even the best combination of melodies could compare to what that was like and the gentleness with which it held you.

Speaking of delicacy, the time you went with him to an Oscars afterparty, on the floor he was dancing surrounded by friends, in the background "Friday i'm in love by The Cure" was playing, and under the lights and he was there closer and closer until he catches you in his arms and holds you as if you were porcelain. He said in your ear "thank you for being by my side at every moment" as if a tear didn't fall every time you remember that.

The best thing was to get up in the morning, look at his eyes of the most delicate color that no miracle in the world could recreate, he had everything in his gaze, he always got up with swollen eyes and told you "hi love" with a voice that showed that He wasn't fully conscious yet but he made you feel that he was happy to find you there among so many pillows and rays of light.

Who would believe that casual conversation was the key that changed your life, all night, sitting on the balcony laughing, leaving aside, everyone gawking at the words you said, innocent and fearful touches of the hand, flirtatious hints, risky looks and laughter.

The best love movie that anyone made, to the most sensitive/vulnerable poems, the most beautiful and unique landscape like the snow on the beach. That and more were you two.

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[lucybronzey]

missed you - paul mescal

author’s note: it has been AGES since i have been on tumblr and actually written something! so as i wanted to take my anger out and take a break from my uni work, i thought why not write a little imagine? forgive me, i’m also a bit rusty at creative writing right now. furthermore, thank you lovely anon for the idea and maybe this one will have many parts, you never know! feedback is always welcomed!

pairing: paul mescal x female reader

warnings: strong language, lowercase letters (i think i have explained it before but this warning is mostly for readers who have dyslexia and it can trigger them quite often so yeah), grammar mistakes (note that, i am using geordie slang in this story), mention of blood and alcohol

somewhere in london, england. 9:04am.

the morning sunshine peaked through between two sheets of curtains. the morning hustle, buses passing, cars beeping their horns in the city of london was not a new thing. but it was much more different to the quiet and elegant sounds of dublin where you had spent your university years beforehand. london was a city where you found the first career path - although you had studied media with communications and society and finno-ugric languages aside, you had found job in music production area. you studied finno-ugric languages because of your parents as your mum is estonian and your father is estonian-born irish man. 24 years of being alive, never in million years you had thought of having a career in the area but oh well, it suits you more than perfect. 

you groaned when the rays of the sun started to shine on your face. “bloody hell,” you muttered to yourself. you checked your phone to check time: 9:04 am. it was not too early or late to wake up but you thought to yourself, is it worth it to wake up that early on saturday morning? nevertheless, you had few plans in your mind that needed to be done, such as calling your brother tristan as he and his boyfriend william wanted to meet up with you. 

you dragged yourself out from the bed and wiped away the sleeping dust from your eyes. yawning, you took out a pair of trousers from the closet and put them so you would not feel the cold morning breeze coming through the window cracks. as if every british apartment was never made of steel but fragile wood. you walked into the kitchen, filled the kettle with water and turned the electric thing on. while taking out a mug and throwing in some coffee grounds and sugar, you were lost in your thoughts, again.

“is it weird but am i being delusional if i say it in my head but like i fucking dislike tea? the minging taste of it, disgusting. i would rather down a bottle of sambuca before i drink some tea with milk again.” to add a note, not all people like tea. 

the kettle stopped boiling, you poured some hot water into the mug and stirred the ingredients together. after shaking up the stuff in the mug, you took a relaxed position to sit on the sofa. the great aroma coming from the cup made you feel a bit soothed and more relaxed.

after finishing your cuppa, you came up with an idea to buy some groceries. it sounded very dull to-do but you couldn’t leave your guests starving and craving for some shit quality of tap water. you were in a need of wine and good cheese and crisps. you did your light makeup - some mascara and eyebrow pencil lines here and there - and dressed into better clothes - sea blue coloured hoodie, (un)comfortable bra and underwear, grey joggers (the most british thing ever) and black socks - and you were ready to leave to get some scran!

living in the big city for 2 years now, you were lucky enough that you had a huge food shop around the corner from your apartment. tesco extra was the best shop, no lies there! sometimes you were very lucky to meet up with your co-workers because they could not be arsed to shop in waitrose or sainsbury’s and grab some expensive as hell stuff from there. 

taking the basket, you took the way to alcohol aisle. you can imagine how many liters of alcohol were “laying” on the shelves and how versatile the choices were. you scanned through the white wine shelves, grabbing three bottles of good pinot grigio and chardonnay. you read the labels of pinot grigio from the bottle, the text was describing the variation of tastes that the wine has. you were knocked on your shoulder for some reason. taking your eyes from the label and looking at the person who tipped on your shoulder, you squinted your eyes for few seconds, trying to put the picture together of the person who was standing next to you. you recognised the familiar face from teenage and uni years.

“hi y/n, what a pleasant surprise to see you here!” the man smiled at you.

“oh my, paul! nice to see you,” you hugged him. paul was your brother’s best friend. “i haven’t seen you for ages although i have managed to peak now and then the telly and see you on there! how are you doing?” you placed the wine into the basket.

“haha, i’m glad! it’s been hectic roller coaster ride so far but looks like i’m doing alright. how about yourself? weird to see you in london, though,” his piercing blue eyes were absolutely gorgeous that made you get butterflies.

“yeah, not too bad - been here for two years now, thought tristan told you,” you giggled silently “which reminds that i’m meeting with him and william today. you know his boyfriend, right?”

“of course, i remember them, such great lads! well, i didn’t know that they were meeting up with you because he told me that we are going to visit someone but he didn’t tell me so i assume, for now, that we are coming to your place,” paul smirked, putting back the wine that he had already took. “i guess, we don’t need more that then.”

you told me him that it was absolutely fine, “you can take it! the more, the merrier and messier,” you laughed. “but yeah, as they wanted to give a little visit before they head back to newcastle, they though let’s give a lil sis a knock on the door and get her drunk.” 

paul was very amused by the chitchat talk as he was very much enjoying that. he hadn’t lost the irish charm in him.

“anyways, i believe, i will see you later then?” you needed to buy some scran as you had to clean up the mess in your apartment before the people arrive.

“definitely. it was so lovely to see you here, in the middle of tesco though haha,” paul gave you a hug and let to finish your food trip. you hugged him back and let him to do his own stuff. this literally made your day already. not lying to your true self but you and paul had been very good friends thanks to tristan but both of your ways went in different direction. paul took up the acting, landed on various tv shows and films that are now worldwide known and  highly appreciated by the critics and you were a music producer for many singers who are touring all around the world.

man, the man paul was a hot mess. to elaborate your thoughts, you couldn’t lie to yourself that you did like paul more than as a friend but you never thought you would meet with him again.

still in london, england but the time is in the evening, 5:07pm.

you managed to overcome your laziest fear - cleaning - and bring up the squeaky clean apartment of yours. you added some decorations, such as candles and led lights on the wall, around the room to give out the good vibes. the wines were in the fridge, getting cold. different sorts of cheeses were set aside on plates, some grapes, strawberries, crackers and crisps were waiting to be eaten off on the coffee table. your apartment was not that big as you can imagine, it was standard, average size. 

the doorbell rang. you jolted a bit, it is a never-ending joke for you how frightening the sound of the bell is. you took a quick look from the mirror, flattening some pieces of your hair, and gave yourself a little smile with a small sigh. you opened the door and the excitement level just rocketed into the sky. seeing your brother after a few months, it just made you the happiest sibling, well, included tristan, too. 

“oi, you g, give your brother a hug!” tristan approached with the sassiest walk into the hallway and gave you the best sibling hug ever. after that, you hugged william who is literally the most fashionista lad ever. the irish lad himself, paul, appeared from the corner of the entrance, looked up and down while you were hugging william. you gave a hugging position so paul can approach you and lean into the hugging as well.

“so, y/n, i heard you saw paul in the shop today,” tristan gave you a bouquet of tulips, your favourite flower, and their bottle of wine. 

“jokes on you, i did, surprisingly. although, i never thought that living here for two years i would meet him again. it was a lovely surprise though,” you explained the meeting with him. paul was chuckling, putting his bought wine bottle next to the food plates. you could notice that he could not stop blushing. it was something that made you blush as well.

tristan was too desperate to open the first bottle of wine so you took out of the glasses and let him to open the alcoholic drink. he poured the glasses to the fullest, knowing that tristan absolutely loved to see you being drunk and spill all the truth out and banter stuff. it was the truth - the youngest sibling was being the alcoholic of the family. 

you all took a seat around the coffee table and set aside your wine glasses. william was leaning his head on tristan’s shoulder to feel some comfort from him. it just seemed so cute and adorable to you. you admitted to yourself that you wanted to do that with paul but it would have been so damn awkward because you two were just friends.

“so, y/n, spill some tea then! i heard that you and sam fender are thing or what?” tristan had to bring out some bullshit banter that was not true at all. paul did not look very pleased to hear it and his facial impression just looked so frustrated.

“nee, man, this is canny bullshit story that goes around! i would never date a lad who i am producing the music for. but hey, lad has a great potential and shit to show out, he is an absolute class lad, always having a good banter with him. few pints there and then whenever i hop by the toon.”

tristan took a sip to it, paul just stared outside the window. you drank another glass of wine and poured more into it. as half estonian, you had a very high tolerance for alcohol but you could already feel the wine hitting you in the head.

you took a huge gulp and could feel the liquid going down in your throat. 

“so, paul, we are all very interested to know how is your acting career is going on,” your interest grew more and more as the wine was really doing things with you. tristan was just laughing at you because he knew that what kind of fucked up mess you would become if you have had so much. in addition, the weird geordie side of yours started to appear and the words started to get lost in the translation. you never had the irish accent in your language, for some reason, it sounded more like very midlands-ish.

“very funny, y/n!” his irish accent just sounded like a melody to you. “well, currently, i’m working on this new project that will come out, hopefully, next year but as we know, the lockdown last year just did some fuckery with the production so we are waiting on some other stuff right now. other than that, been just trying to go to the gym and hang out with my family.”

you nodded and listened peacefully, although you did not seem to feel and see it, your face was grinning really bad. it almost looked like you were about to pass out. paul was just giggling at that. tristan and william were just nipping the cheese and throwing them into each other’s mouths. it was like a circus, their relationship was just endearing. 

william was starting to get very annoying with tristan and wanted to leave as they had to catch their train back to newcastle in the morning. paul wanted to help you to clean the plates but you insisted that he did not have to do it. well, obviously, you were pretty much in your tipsy state so washing and polishing the plates would have been a bit hard work for you. 

you took the empty glasses and as wonky as your walk was, you dropped one of the glasses and of course, broke it. in addition to that, you managed to cut your feet with it.

“for fuck’s sake!” you slurred out your shout. the blood was dripping slowing on the floor and you just sat down, watching it to slide down your skin. paul squatted down and put pressure on it with a clean towel. it was matter of time when the bleeding stopped. you looked at him, absolutely in awe.

“thank you! i am so clumsy, i am sorry!”

“don’t worry, you might have had a bit of overdrinking but happens to best of us,” paul cleaned up the floor from the drops of blood and tried to put on a pressure again on your feet. your body tilted a bit which gave a warning sign to paul. he gently placed your head on his shoulder so you could support yourself. 

“you are such a gentleman, paul! i might be very drunk, i will remember everything i say,” you hiccuped between the last words, “but i am being very honesty here. i truly missed you. i never understood nor will understand why you did not think that we will not work out. it just baffles me to this day. am i really that ugly bitch, that ugly piece of fat shit?” tears were running down your cheeks. you knew that alcohol was not the best thing to you because it hyped up your depressive side and that was not good.

“why would you ever say words like that? y/n, you are not ugly piece of fat shit or bitch. i think i was just very stupid that i chose elizabeth to you. i realised it after you had already gone to london or i don’t know to where but i lost you. and y/n, you are so beautiful and i missed you too. i’m glad i saw you today,” he gave me a kiss on my forehead. he took the towel off the skin and put some plaster on it. furthermore, he cleaned up the pieces. you took your way to your bedroom to get changed. while changing into more comfortable clothes, paul was admiring the view that he saw - a beautiful female goddess standing in front of him.

“do you maybe want to stay? i would not mind that at all,” you shuffled under the cold sheets. paul sighed but agreed to stay. “come next to me, please?”

“yeah, sure,” it was a short answer but it was something that you wanted to hear. paul laid down next to you, taking you under his arm and cuddling with you. you slowly drifted into a deep sleep as the alcohol did its work.

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