Request: 18, 42, & 46 with Paul Rudd

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"I just hate them, so much," you complain to your co-worker as we drive in the early morning hours to the set of the next Ant-Man and the Wasp movie. The drive is longer than you'd like, but the daily trek with Paul Rudd has it's benefits, such as many laughs and memorable conversations. You aren't dating, but you've become really great friends over the last few weeks. It's become enough for you to open up to him about your terrible parents and how every time you visit them, it always ends in a fight about your life and career and general existence.

"My parents are fucking awful," you sigh.

Paul groans and places his feet on the dash, taking a long sip of his coffee. "That sucks, angel. I'm really, really sorry. Why do you even go and visit them still? They suck."

"'Cause they're my parents, and despite it all, they did raise me and I still love them."

Paul rolls his eyes. "That's it. No more parents. I'll be your dad now. And your mom. Your...dom." A look of sheer dread covers his face. "Wait, shit!"

You burst out laughing, tears of laughter filling your eyes at the unintended joke he made. Paul bangs his head against the dashboard. "Are you okay?" you ask through the giggles as Paul continues to hit himself.

"I'm alive," he whines. "I can tell because of the pain."

After I stop laughing, I turn to him with a wicked smirk. "Daddy?"

"Oh, I hate you so much right now."

"Shut up! I am a delight!"

Paul glares at you, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "I don't know if I should kiss you or slap you."

A blush covers your cheeks. "You slap me and I'll stop driving us to work."

"And the kiss?"

You smirk and give him a wink. "Try it and see what happens."