Nov 15, 2019
I also made this! Forgot if I posted them before honestly but y’know-
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I also made this! Forgot if I posted them before honestly but y’know-
Could I get a 1 or a 4 for pidgens or paulnamara? Thank you!
Sure!
1. “I need to hear your voice before I go to sleep. Just singing or reading or humming to yourself.”
“Paul?” Henry whispered, nudging at his knee. Paul stirred, cracking an eye open.
Their shared bedroom was still blanketed in darkness, but there was the smell of coffee in the air—Henry had been awake this whole time.
“Hm? Yeah?” Paul opened his eyes, rubbing his eyes. “What’s goin’ on?”
Henry paused, swallowing. “I need to hear your voice before I go to sleep. Just singing or reading or humming to yourself.” He admitted softly, wincing a bit. “To remind me you’re still... still...”
“Alive.” Paul whispered, finishing his sentence. He knew.
Paul shimmied up, maneuvering them so Henry’s head was resting on his lap. Softly, he began to talk. About everything. About how Ted was exceptionally idiotic that day at work. About Emma’s new hairstyle. About Charlotte’s new boyfriend.
About life.
Slowly, but surely, Henry began to fall asleep.
And looking down at his sleeping boyfriend, Paul Matthews fell in love all over again.
26 otp pidgens
Is it that time of the month? - You literally ask me that every time I’m angry at you!
“HENRY, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” Paul yelled, shaking the empty cereal box. He knew he had no reason to be angry, and even less to be yelling, but he just couldn’t take it. He was pissed.
“What?” Henry called, just stepping out of the bathroom.
“You finished my cereal. Again!” Paul shouted at him, glaring.
“Woah, woah. Why are you so mad at me for this? Is it that time of the month?”
And with that comment, Paul deflated into spluttering laughter. “You literally ask me that every time I’m angry at you!” he said, more incredulous than irritated. “I- neither of us can even have that time of the month! And-” he took a deep breath. “To actually answer your question, I’m mad because you’ve done it three times this week. And I was looking forward to this cereal, because it’s my favorite.”
Henry paused, walking over to him and pulling him into a hug. “Oh, shit, Starshine, I’m sorry... Hadn’t realized.”
Paul finally relaxed, kissing him a bit. “It’s okay. We should talk about stuff more often.”
‘We should... Want to go get more of that cereal?”
“Mhm...”
“Let’s go, then.”
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pidgens or paulnamara with 7 of the most recent thingy please? iloveyourwritingfriend
I’ll do Pidgens because it’s so fun :,)
7. bone pain solidarity
“Fuck.” Henry sighed, slumping into the chair next to Paul’s desk.
“What’s up?”
“Fucking dance. My back is killing me.” Henry groaned again, throwing a hand over his eyes dramatically. “And my knees. And my shoulders. And my legs in general.”
Paul grinned, patting him on the arm. “I get that. I had to lift my bed up so that Emma could find her cat. Turns out that bastard was in my closet.”
“Bone pain solidarity, I guess.” Henry offered, and Paul snorted out a laugh.
“Bone pain solidarity.”
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Heey, I dunno if you write pidgens, but, maybe 33 for pidgens if you do? (paul x hidgens)
Oooh I’ve been wanting to write Pidgens :,) I honestly love the ship, it needs more stuff in the fanbase!
33. On a post-it note.
Henry Hidgens sighed, slumping back into his desk chair.
His students were being annoying, per usual, but today, it was pure evil that they radiated. Screaming during class, texting, flirting, not paying attention at all. And Henry couldn’t handle it anymore.
“You okay, love?” Paul said softly, walking behind his desk and placing his hands on his shoulders, massaging gently. Henry sighed, leaning back into his touch.
“Students are being horrible.” He replied simply, just allowing himself to stop grading for a moment and bask in the attention. “No one seems to pay attention when I teach, it’s driving me mad.”
Paul hummed, pressing a kiss to his hair and smoothing out the permanently-messy curls. “Can I do anything?”
Henry shrugged. “I dunno—it’s times like this where I wish I could just quit teaching…” He didn’t really mean it, not fully, but it seemed like Paul noticed the breaks in his demeanor, and he leaned over, wrapping his arms around Henry.
“You love teaching, though, you love those students, no matter how awful they treat you. You’re a wonderful teacher, you know,” Paul whispered, nuzzling against his hair. “They don’t see how amazing you are, but you really are amazing.”
Henry smiled, leaning back into the embrace, and Paul reached over him, grabbing the stack of Post-It Notes he had resting on his desk and a pen. Quickly, he scribbled out a note, smiling, and placed it on Henry’s desk, kissing his head again before pulling away and walking out of the room. Henry picked up the note, confused, but as he read it, felt a warmth flood his chest. “I love you, Henry Hidgens. You’re incredible, no matter what your students do or say—I will always love you. ❤️”
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