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ja3hwa · 4 months

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♡ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐭.𝟏 | 𝐊.𝐇𝐉 ♡

【Synopsis】 : He couldn't help but think such filth when you were innocently fast asleep only merely a couple of feet away from him.

『Word count』 : 1.12k

-> Genre: Pure smut. Little plot. DBF.

Pairing: Dilf!Hongjoong x Park!Reader [Hwa's Daughter]

[Warnings] : Slightly Noncon (Reader is asleep at first). Masturbation. Cum play. Thoughts and fantasies. Pet names. Sir kinkish. Hongjoong is nasty. Also, Joong is like in his late 30s and tatted while the reader is only 23. Whoops.

Note: No one asked for this, but for some reason, I was hooked on the thought of the Dad's best friend trope, and Hongjoong is really coming for my heart. So, It was a perfect match in my eyes.

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You didn't know what came over yourself. It felt like the heating was turned up tenfold. Your nose scrunched as you began to move more and more in your sleep. Hongjoong couldn’t help but watch your discomfort in curiosity. Were you having a nightmare? No, you weren’t one to have them. But then again, maybe you just didn’t tell anyone. And being on a family trip in the middle of nowhere would cause distress.

Maybe I should wake her?… He thought, now sitting fully up on the pull-out couch bed. You were no longer tucked under the big fluffy covers on the single bed. No, you had thrown them off moments ago, revealing your mid-drift slightly from your short sleep top and the fact you weren't wearing any pants. God, you looked so cute in your black frilly panties…No, he couldn’t think of such a thing. Not when you were his best friend's daughter.

But oh how you looked delicious. When he met Seonghwa, he had no clue he had a daughter, let alone one that was twenty-two. And when he agreed to go on this camping trip─more like staying in this large cabin on Seonghwa family’s land─he didn’t expect to see you tag along. You were stunning the moment he saw you hop out of your car. You were everything he would want in a woman and after spending hours of the day chatting and getting to know you he knew he was fucked. Anyone outside your conversations, like Seonghwa or his other friends and their kids, would see it as some harmless banter. But in reality, Hongjoong was shamelessly flirting. He didn’t mean it at first, but it just kept going, and you kept egging him on. So what was he supposed to do?

Since there were quite a lot of people that had come on the getaway, rooms were tight. And you had begged your father not to let you sleep in the rooms where the kids were cause you were certain one of San’s boys wanted more than innocent late-night chats… He ended up putting you in the same small study-turned-bedroom where there was a single bed and a double pull-out with Hongjoong. He originally offered to take the single, but you argued, saying his ‘old man back’ wouldn’t like it. He let you take it after that comment.

“J-joong…” you mumbled, almost inaudible. The older man's eyes snapped to your parted lips in a millisecond. Did you just say his name? No, he was definitely hearing things. “Joong, please.”

No, he definitely heard you that time. Your little panting, knitted brow, and soft moans. You weren’t having a nightmare. You were having a sex dream. And it was about him. God, did he wake up in another universe where everything went his way?! He ruffled his hair before rubbing his face in disbelief. He needed to hear you again, but as he took in your figure, he noticed you were now biting your lip, and your hips were jerking slowly. The pillow you were cuddling was tightly pressed up against your covered cunt in between your legs, and every little movement of your hips sent a shock of pleasure through your body.

You were humping your pillow at the thought of them while fast asleep.

He knew it was bad, but as his cock twitched for the millionth time he knew he needed to give himself some relief. And besides, you were sleeping, so you wouldn’t catch him only a couple of feet away from you, fucking his fists in time with your thrusts as your little moans carried out the nastiest fantasies his mind could conjure.... Right?

The thought of you laying out on his bed back at his penthouse. You're soaking on complete display as you beg him to hurry and touch you. He questions if you are a virgin, and if you were would you let him fuck you raw? Just the thought of slipping inside your tight virgin pussy while you tear up at his girth. He squeezed his cock tighter, staring at you intensely, he moved the sheets off himself, hissing slightly at the cool air hitting his hot angry tip. He needed more, he needed to hear his name spill from your mouth again. And it was as if the gods answered his prayers hearing you whimper, “P-please H-hongjoong.”

That was enough to tip him over the edge, speeding up his movements. He noticed the stutter in your hips. You were close to. He’d whisper to himself, “Let’s cum together baby. Cum all over my cock, fuuck.”

He wouldn’t be able to catch himself in time, splurting all over his hand, chest, and some dripping on his thigh. Fuck, he came so much. His eyes were shut, head leaning back against the backing of the couch. His heart was thumping in his ears so loudly he couldn’t even hear anything more. He was in complete ecstasy and peace. That was until he felt the bed dip, making his heart stop and eyes widen. “oh uh..I. um..” fuck, he was so fucked. You were sitting on the end of his bed, half asleep with the haziest expression while staring at his cock still tightly in his hand. His dick twitched, causing a groan, mostly from annoyance as he had been caught and he does even feel an ounce of guilt.

“D-did I cause t-that…” You said sweetly, so innocently. Could you get any more perfect?!

“I’m sorry angel, just go back to sleep, yeah…” He tucks himself back into his boxers, feeling his cum stick to the fabric which caused him to gag. He’s gonna have to slip out for a shower. But you didn’t budge as you took in his words. Instead, you pushed past any anxiety you had over the past days wondering whether Hongjoong liked you the same way, and moved closer to grab his hand that still had some of his cum on. You had woken up over five minutes ago before Hongjoong had creamed himself. His head was thrown back and he was in complete bliss and it caused you to cum just from the sight alone. “A-Angel…”

You didn’t let him speak another word as you placed two of his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. Soaking them. And once they were wet enough, you pulled them out with an audible pop. Slowly, without breaking eye contact with the older male, you moved his hand down until those two wet fingers dipped into your completely ruined panties, letting him feel exactly how wet you were for him. They would slip so perfectly into your cunt causing you to sigh in relief, feeling so full just from his fingers alone. “Aren’t you gonna help me, sir.”

Hongjoong was done for.

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screampied · 3 months

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HELLLOOOOOOO i really love ur drabbles so muchhh 🫶🏻🫶🏻 reall fun to read tehee

if its okay can you do like a dad’s best friend higuruma? Where higuruma cares for reader more than her own father did (i have daddy issues) and always tries to comfort her by having sex </3 (if u can maybe like a soft dom hiromi as he always gives her praises and sweet words?)

dont force yourself okayyy? remember to always take a break! Love youuu 💐

❤︎ ໋𓈒 dad’s best friend trope w higuruma <3

warnings. fem! reader, praise, cowgirl, soft dom higuruma, mdni.

an. thank uuu love u too !!!

you never knew you’d take such a strong liking towards your father’s best friend and trusty colleague, higuruma hiromi.

he always gave you the attention you were neglected — it started off with simple gestures, small talk . .

asking about your day, complimenting your outfits, or even going to run errands with you. although, it was always his sweet praises towards you that you were never used to. all you wanted was to be told that you were good, doing something right, and he always gave that to you.

higuruma never failed to take his time with you, even while you were in his bed. he was so sweet, big hands of his traced down the sides of your hips, your curves . . warm breath fanning against your skin, kiss after kiss. “you adore my praises, don’t you, princess?”

“y-yes,” you’d sniffle, feeling your heart throb. you’d be leaning against his chest, cock buried into you and it’s so good.

his words ran straight towards your heart…

or perhaps it went towards another place, specifically in between your thighs.

he’s so tender, marking your neck with a plethora of invisible kiss marks, which turns into sucking overtime.

your lips press and smother together as you subdue a single incoming moan, his body heat against yours had you burning up. just craving for more of his touch. “h-hiromi, ‘m gonna cum again.”

“you think you’re gonna cum or you know, baby?” he murmurs, skimming a thumb beside your waist. the way his hands gingerly roamed all over your body.

you faced the other direction as you rode him, a hand grips on his knee as a tiny whimper escapes past your lips. it was a firm simple question—yet he didn’t expect you to answer.

“oh sweetheart,” he coos, a soft low chortle tickling against your right earlobe before he gives it a kiss. “you’re not used to being told how good you are, are you?”

“no,” you moaned, feeling him then bring both hands to grip onto your waist, softly rocking your hips in place against him.

so…slow.

you stabilize your knees for a brief moment. he’s making you rut back against him before he pecks another kiss near the inner part of your collarbone.

“sorry if it’s dumb, just—i just really like being told that i’m doing something good . . for once.”

a smile presses against his lips as your hips tilt and stutter against him.

“but you’ve always been a good girl, at least whenever you’re with me,”

he hums, playfully tapping his fingers amongst your skin—you moan, chasing another incoming orgasm and you glance down to see your thigh bob and ricochet against his own leg.

higuruma’s dick had your eyes rolling…it was simply addicting. the way he’d brush up amongst that individual spot, you whine out a shaky moan before your hand finds his.

“…just relax, okay? if it makes you feel any better, i’ll praise you right until you make a mess on me, princess.”

“okay,” you’d whimper, feeling him bring you back and forth beside him. he’s so slow and precise, you feel every inch and it makes your mouth water. you lie back against higuruma’s chest, and he plants a kiss near the top of your forehead. you can’t remember the last time you felt so cherished.

a hand of his was flat on your torso, whilst another one slings around you. you moan, feeling it reach its incoming peak, you bite your lip.

“don’t hide your voice, i wanna hear you, princess,” he’d murmur, dragging your hand away from your mouth - you pouted, and he simpers, leaning in to give your cheek a soft kiss.

his rhythm, it wasn’t hard to follow. you’re rocking your hips sturdy against him before you start to impatiently grind.

you moan, feeling higuruma’s hand softly wrap around your throat, a thumb stroking your passageway before he whispers, “c’mon baby, give me another one. think you can do that?”

“yes, okay, okay,” you’d babble, and he’s so deep, stirring all around you—you throw your head back against him, mouth open, lips barely parted while you feel the nerves coarse inside of you. “fuck, hiromi, ‘m gonna cum s-so soon.”

“it’s okay, give it to me princess,” he murmured, making your hips slow down just a bit with a soft tug of his hands. you shivered a bit, feeling the band of his watch skim across your hips before you start to spasm. he watches with warm eyes, leaning in to kiss all beside your neck, your ear, and then you whine. “i know, i know. you’re doing so good already.”

the moment you came, it was sticky and like always, you slump back against higuruma. your legs trembled and quavered - sucking your teeth, your breath was so shaky.

he smiles at your body’s reaction — witnessing how sensitive you were, and he slides a thumb against the hairs near the nape of your neck before whispering. “such a good girl,” before hugging your waist. “do you . . do you think you have one more in you, princess?”

#★vegasbaby.#higuruma smut #higuruma x reader #hiromi smut #higuruma hiromi x reader #hiromi x reader #higuruma hiromi #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #female reader #anime smut

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 4 months

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Saffy Lemur's 2023 Simon Riley Fic Recommendations

Jumping on the bandwagon of showing some appreciation to some of the following COD writers that I’ve grown to love reading their work💕❤️ please do yourselves a favor and give some love to these amazing writers.

These are only a few of the many that I absolutely adore, and I plan to add many, many more as time goes on💕❤️💕

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Series:

The Roomate Series by @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world : I absolutely adore the way Simon is written in this series. Wonderfully written story, and well worth the read.

Somebody’s Watching Me by @deakyjoe : not enough can be said for just how much I love this story. I’ve re-read it more times than I can count. One of the very first Simon series I’ve read, and I cannot recommend it enough.

Absolution by @barefoothighlander : Husband Simon in this is amazing. I loved the story, and the characters. So well written!!

Happiness by @lethalchiralium : This. This. This. Has to be one of my favorites of Simon as a dad. This author is one of the many that inspired me to write. Please, read this, and all her works.

Cure For Me by @groguspicklejar : it’s a zombie ghost series, what on earth more could you wish for. This is absolutely killer and so well written.

Smut:

Simon Seeing Your Tummy Buldge by @hyperfixatesnwrites : the title of the fic should be MORE than enough to have anyone racing to read this. Absolute WONDER of a smutty fic. 10/10.

Simon Gets Jealous by @strlingsav : This authors smut is next level, I truly have no words. Jealous Simon is top notch here, and had me on my damn knees.

Your Lieutenant Confesses His Feelings by @strlingsav : No amount of praise will ever be enough for this one.

MW2 Reactions To You Being A Virgin by @sweet-as-an-angel : more than just Simon on this one but HOLY HELLLLLL this made my mouth water. Fantastic, truly amazingly written smut.

I Hear You Like Magic? I’ve Got A Wand And A Rabbbit! By @makoodles : this was so purely and utterly delicious I cannot recommend this read enough. 10/10

Simon Riley With a Voice Kink by @konigsblog : this was absolutely delicious. Never did I think Simon having a voice kink would turn me on…but here we are.

Simon Riley With A Breeding Kink by @tojisun : another amazingly written smut. This author nails it every single post.

S’ Fucking Small by @cheesit-notes : Simon having a size kink will always drive me wild and this fic in my opinion is one of the BEST at portraying it.

Taking What You Need by @rowarn :no words needed, one of my all time favorite smuts. Simon in this is what I need in my life

Fluff:

Sleep by @lethalchiralium :this is so fricking adorable. One of my favorite fluff fics.

Denial by @callsign-prophet : A recent one, but this had my toes curling, my smile widening and me squealing like a tween.

Interrupted by @milf-murdock : this. Is. So. Adorable. Absolutely please read this

Hate You by @empresskylo : eeeeeppp the slight angst! To fluff is just killlleerrr here.

You Want To Kiss Me So Bad It Makes You Look Stupid @empresskylo : this author hits it out of the park yet again with this one. I loved the heck out of this one!!!

Simon Can’t Sleep Without You by @empresskylo : I love this so much, it’s adorable, it’s cute, it makes my heart flutter. Please read it,

Angst:

Firefighter FWB Ghost And Breaking Up by @hyperfixatesnwrites : the angst, the heartbreak, the way this was so well written. I loved it so fricking much.

Just For Now by @hyperfixatesnwrites :another angst break up fic that destroyed my soul (but it was fricking amazing)

Why? By @riverbutghost : Eeep I’m so in love with the “enemies(ish) to lovers trope” this is by far one of my favorites!!!

Toxic DBF Simon by @tojisun : I literally cried at the ending of this. The angst was out of this world, and I couldn’t help but re-read it multiple times.

Nothing Fucks With My Baby by @kitkatscabinet :the angst to comfort on this one is amazing. I loved this fic, and made me so desperately wish I had a Simon for myself.

Ipseity by @darklordofthesimp : another absolutely fantastic angst hurt/comfort that I adored. One of my all time favorites.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley imagine

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buckrecs · 1 year

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✾ - 500+ notes ❅ - 1000+ notes ✰ - 1500+ notes

- Alpine ✾

- Angst w/o Happy Ending

- Angst with Happy Ending

- Arranged Marriage

- Avenger / Agent!Reader

- Bucky Comforts Reader

- Bucky / Reader Dies

- Cheating

- Clingy / Drunk

- Hurt / Comfort

- Hydra Experiment Reader

- Injured / Sick Reader

- Jealous/ Possessive ❅

- Miscommunication

- Nanny!Reader

- Pregnant Reader

- Proposing

- Protective!Bucky ✰

- Reader’s Birthday

- Relapse into the Winter Soldier

- Single Mom!Reader ✾

- Stark!Reader ✾

- Truth or Dare / 7 Minutes in Heaven

- Unrequited / One-Sided Love

- Villain / Morally Gray Reader

- Vormir

- Washing Bucky’s Hair

Tropes

- Enemies to Lovers ✾

- Exes to Lovers ✾

- Fake Dating / Marriage ✰

- Friends to Lovers ❅

- Grumpy Sunshine

- Secret Relationship ✾

AUs

- 40s AU

- Alpha!Bucky ✰

- Apocalypse

- Athlete!Bucky ✾

- Baker!Bucky

- Bartender!Bucky

- Biker!Bucky ❅

- Bodyguard!Bucky ✾

- Boxer!Bucky

- Brother’s BFF / BFF’s Brother!Bucky ✾

- CEO!Bucky

- College AU

- Dad!Bucky

- Doctor!Bucky

- Fame AU

- Firefighter!Bucky

- Fuckboy!Bucky ✾

- Gamer!Bucky

- Husband!Bucky

- Lumberjack!Bucky

- Mob!Bucky ✾

- Neighbor!Bucky ✾

- Nerd!Bucky

- Nurse / Paramedic!Bucky

- Outlaw / Western AU

- Professor!Bucky ✾

- Roommate!Bucky ✾

- Royal AU

- Single Dad!Bucky

- Soulmate AU ✾

- Tattoo Artist!Bucky ✾

- Vampire!Bucky

- Winter Soldier!Bucky ✰

18+

- Fav Writers ✾

- Best Friend’s Dad!Bucky

- Breeding Kink ❅

- DBF!Bucky

- Established Relationship ✾

- Pinning & Feelings

- Sex Pollen ✰

- Subby Bucky ✰

- Touch Starved Bucky

Miscellaneous

- Christmas

- 15+ Chapters Series

- Favorite Angst Oneshot

- Bucky dealing with his left arm

- First Fight in their relationship

Ask for a Rec <3 | main masterlist

#bucky barnes fic rec

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four-of-them-showdown · 4 months

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Miku, Rin, Len, Luka:

No propaganda!

Jay, Cole, Kai, Zane:

"They're my friends, they've been a team for over 10 years now and I've been there that whole time :)"

"Why shouldn't they win? They're little gay skittles. Or they're brothers. You choose"

"JUMP UP KICK BACK WHIP AROUND AND SPIN (sorry i am very passionate about the legos but too tired to form like. real sentences. please imagine something written about how they're cool and fueled my childhood or something)"

"OK SO

They’re the OG members of the ninja team and shipping all four of them together is popular and is very gay it’s called polyninja and it’s amazing and let me break down the dynamics of each of them

Zane x Jay: Technoshipping

Robot x their mechanic trope goes brrrr. Zane is a logical and smart one, and Jay is chaotic and kinda a disaster. Zane is the autism to his adhd and they are very fun <3

Zane x Kai: Oppositeshipping

Ha ha opposites attract trope goes brrr. Again, Zane is logical and smart, whereas Kai is impulsive (and also smart just in a different way). Both of them feel emotions strongly but process them in different ways and I have to end it here before I write an essay about how ZANE was the one who with a single meaningful look and touch to the arm told him it was too late to go back, how Lloyd mentioned KAI to try and restore Zane’s memories when he had amnesia, how- (You get the picture)

Zane x Cole: Glaciershipping

Mom friend x Dad friend. I have realized that his is getting long so I am going to be much briefer now

Jay x Kai: Plasmashipping

Two adhd/add idiots being stupid together <3

Jay x Cole: Bruiseshipping

Best friends to lovers what more could you want (don’t start me on this one they have so much chemistry)

Kai x Cole: Lavashipping

I am bad at words for this one but just trust me they’re a Vibe ok they’re a Vibe

Zane x Jay x Kai x Cole: Polyninja

THEY ARE STUPID, GAY, AND IN LOVE, YOUR HONOR"

#vocaloid #lego ninjago #hatsune miku #kagamine rin #kagamine len #megurine luka #jay walker #cole brookstone #kai smith #zane julien #polls #four of them showdown #round 1 #OBSESSED with the propaganda for this one

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rafedaddy01 · 6 months

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I think you should do a “my bestfriends dad trope with a age gap,” example -> rafe has a daughter reader her bestfriend (last name can be Thornton) (smutt) mix with it

Daddy’s Girl

A/n: I absolutely love this idea!!

“Your dad is soo hot” you spin around on the island chair and face your best friend.

“Ew, y/n, stop it!” Jaylin, Rafes daughter, says.

The two of you have been friends since diapers. Your dad, topper Thornton, is best friends with Rafe. So you grew up with the girl.

“What? I’m serious, I don’t know why he’s single” you roll your eyes as you watch Rafe exercise through the glass window.

“Your dads a total dilf” you laugh as your best friends face turns in disgust.

“Come on. Let’s go upstairs and do our homework” she rolls her eyes and grabs her water bottle off the counter as she makes her way toward the stairs.

“Where are you girls off too” Rafe comes out of the home gym with a towel around his neck and the beads of sweat deliciously falling off his body.

Over the years you’ve given Rafe subtle hints about your little ‘crush’. You’d never actually act on it, or would you..

As Rafe stood in the hallway awaiting a response the two of you lock eyes. “We have homework to do Mr. Cameron” you flutter your eyelashes at him as you say the last bit a little flirty.

Your best friend finger gags her mouth as she turns and grabs your arm, pulling you up the stairs.

Rafe isn’t fazed by your behavior, he was used to it. Sometimes he would play along.

“You stayin the night again y/n?” He cocks and eyebrow at you as you turn your head a grin. “Yes sir” you wink at him as you follow jaylin to her room.

Rafes eyes never leave your figure until it disappears into the dark hallway.

The night fell and as you stirred in bed next to your friend you wondered if anyone would hear you go down for a glass of water.

You quietly pulled the sheets off your body and slipped your slippers on as you tip toed out the door.

Careful to not make the stairs creak, you walked down them and headed into the kitchen.

There was a small light in the living room and as you passed by you heard a noise, almost like someone in pain.

You stopped and peared into the room and saw Rafe sitting on the couch, all you could see was the back of his head but it was pretty clear what he was doing. The noises he was making made it obvious.

You felt like you shouldn’t be watching but at the same time you could look away.

“Oh fuck” he groan under his breath as his movements picked up.

“Oh y/n, fuck! Right there”

Your eyes widened as you listened to your best friends dad masturbate to the thought of you.

A smirk tugged your lips as an idea came to mind.

Rafe couldn’t see you because of the way the couch was set up, his back was to the entrance.

So you slowly walked over and peeked over the back of the couch, watching his strokes speed up.

His eyes were closed and his head dipped back slightly.

You reached out and placed both hands on his shoulder making him jump a little and cover himself with a nearby blanket.

“Anything I can help with, Mr. Cameron?” You ask innocently as his cheeks flush and he looks up at you.

You start massaging his shoulders and lean your mouth down to his neck, peppering kisses up to his ear and nibbling on the lobe.

“Uh- fuck- y/n.. w-what are you doi-doing?” His voice is more of a groan as he leans back to your touch.

“Shh, wouldn’t want to wake jaylin would we?” You come around to the front of the couch.

He watches your every move as you strip out of your pajama shirt and step out of your shorts, leaving you naked

“Holy s-“ Rafe moans as he looks over your body.

“You know..” you say as you start to straddle him, intertwining your fingers behind his neck.

“I always wondered what it would be like to fuck an older man” you bit your bottom lip as you slowly grind on his cock over the blanket, your core dripping with arousal and leaving a stain.

“We shouldn’t do this. It’s wrong”

You prop yourself up a little and remove the blanket, watching his thick, lengthy cock spring up.

“He doesn’t think so” you smile as Rafes eyes lock into your.

“Please fuck me?” You plead as you rub the tip of his cock with your hand.

“Your a naughty naughty girl, y/n” Rafe grins as he holds back a groan.

“Only for you” you say before positioning yourself over his massive length and pushing down.

You both moan quietly as you start moving.

Rocking your hips back and forward before bouncing up and down.

“Oh fuck! Your so big, daddy”

“Oh shit. Call me that again”

“Yeah? You like when I call you daddy?” You tease him as you start moving faster and faster.

“Fuck!” He picks you up like you weigh nothing and turns you over, ramming your knees to your chest and thrusting into you.

He gets much deeper in his angle and you try to hold back your moans but it feels too good.

You scream out and Rafe quickly covers your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up”

He slams harder into you while suppressing your moans with his big, muscular hand.

“Does daddy need to discipline his little girl?”

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its-time-to-write · 11 months

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masterlist

i figured it was time to make one. it's in order based on when i wrote it. please, please let me know if a link is broken/mislabeled!!

*81 fics*

All of these are Jamie Tartt x reader

dress

Jamie and Keeley buy you a dress for the benefit gala

three times 'cause i've waited my whole life

secret relationship to engagement

you're losing me

first kid

don't make this any harder

Jamie wants to take you to Brazil, you’re both idiots

would hit him in a heartbeat now

Your ex boyfriend is a footballer and also a douche

silent sleepers

Jamie contemplates your relationship on the team bus

what it is

Jamie is sick ft. Roy

don't go wasting your emotion

Secret relationship + you own a bookshop! Ft. Roy and Keeley

you know, you'll always know me

You’re a famous singer! Congrats!

i don't know how you keep smiling/i'm just choking almost constantly

Jamie’s dad is a douche

i'll still be right next to you my dear

Jamie is a dad

can't really say i'm enjoying it now

Yikes it’s a breakup fic, but happy endings only in this house

mine of you with me

Reader and Jamie go semi-public with their relationship

today's a day like any other

The Tartt family thru the years

there's orange juice in the kitchen

Oof ouch period cramps

i can't breathe without you

Nate kisses you w/o consent

damned if i do give a damn what people say

You’re a theater actress! How exciting!

island made of faith

People think Jamie’s dumb, and he’s not

take your time while you're mine

You’re Roy’s other sister ft. all the Kents

honey, i'll give you all my time

Vienna. Enough said.

feeling fragile can't you tell

Jamie gets hurt

wrote all your lines in the script in my mind

Oh no! Some girl kissed Jamie and it wasn’t you! + Colin as the bff

stick together like glitter

Babysitting Phoebe + angst

your mind is not your friend

Angst + comfort after you have a bad hookup

chasing shadows in a grocery line

You’re pretty sure you have a hot stalker

don’t go yet

Tee hee protective Jamie at a club

kicking myself to keep from crying

The morning after your mind is not your friend

i think we could do it if we tried

High school sweethearts reunited after 6 years🥺

i’m glad you exist

You and Jamie go to a wedding

send for me

BREAKING: shit day at work made better by local boyfriend

tell me where to put my love

day off = food + snuggles

bored

The longest angst I’ve ever written. Def not the best angst I’ve ever written.

would it be enough if i never gave you peace

you’ve got baby fever and your pretty sure it’s going to kill your brother

wishing on every one

You own a flower shop. It’s adorable.

lyrical eyes, indigo smile

Bea meets the team for the first time!

something to rely on

You storm the pitch and smooch your bf

flipped the script

Enemies to lovers slow burn (or maybe fast burn, idk)

i fancy you

London Boy by ms. T. Swift

you don’t want to know me

Jamie shows up at your door after s.1 Man City

you’re in the kitchen humming

Post-Mom City

family that i chose

For the child-free girlies!

never wanted you to hate me

Pt. 2 of you don’t want to know me

wonderstruck

BFF Keeley tells you to give her awful ex a chance

in love with an idea

idk it’s like a confession of love? kinda cute

sinking into your worn-out mattress

Touch-deprived therapist! reader

you’re a mansion with a view

just two footballers doing an England promo, nothing to see here

i know what i’m doing

Post-Roy/Jamie locker room hug after Man City

wonder what it’d be like

Jamie tries to win you back

if only love were true

You’re a single mom in dire need of a plus-one

i know now it’ll pass

It’s hard to love someone when you’ve been told you don’t deserve it

the way it goes

The Greyhounds are protective of Jamie

how to love being alive

Idk this one’s like whatever and also supes long

there is happiness

GEORGIE GEORGIE GEORGIE

it’s just wanderlust

Relationship soft launch

glitter on the floor

You like to knit. You also think you’re a comedian.

maybe tomorrow you’ll know

The “he’s a prick to everyone but her” trope

hustling for the good life

I swear this is my last chaptered fic

let’s fall in love for the night

Kent!reader is having a baby

soft hands hit the jagged ground

friends w/benefits

for you, there’ll be no more crying

anxiety at work + bf jamie

smile at me

there was only one bed!!!!

slow motion double vision in rose blush

happy b-day Jamie Tartt

half-moon eyes

it’s just a question!

can’t hear my thoughts (i cannot hear my thoughts)

I’m allowed to write what i want, ok???

here in my arms

more Kent!reader + a baby named George

coffee at midnight

prick coach wakes you up bc of your prick boyfriend

healing me fine

Just a lil engagement fic for ya

i don’t know anything

if you’re interested in Bea

right words at the right time

It’s a wedding fic

move fast and keep quiet

boxer!reader + smitten Jamie

not saying you’re in love with me

You meet over Bantr!!!

we could be so good

Jamie comforts you after a bad date

i hold it like a grudge

i don’t even know how to describe this one but u might cry

there for you

sick fic

before you go

physio!reader

you’ll probably date her

chronic illness + childhood friends. gotta love it

feel it burn

Gym anxiety

play it back

Old movies of bb Jamie

ours

Thanksgivinggggg

light in the hallway

MORE Kent!reader

stuck by you

Bad family + good Jamie = fic

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso #masterlist

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eddiesghxst · 6 months

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PRICE OF FAME (PART 7/12)

AHHH HERE SHE IS, i hope you enjoyyy hehe <3

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: you and eddie are back to square one...maybe

contains: enemies to lovers trope, themes of sexism/misogyny, smoking, drug and alcohol use, sexual themes, some jealous!eddie, brotherhood, mentions of eddie's dad being shitty, mentions of a sick family member (reader's grandfather), flirting, and eddie being a sorry mf <3

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Eddie very rarely finds the time to go to the studio by himself.

With the busy lifestyle he’s now adopted, he mostly gets his writing done on the road or when he can’t sleep. And Eddie can’t sleep tonight. He doesn’t want to sleep tonight. He can’t seem to find it in himself to give his body and mind the few hours of rest they plead for because Eddie— Eddie fucked up.

The studio is quiet— because nobody in their right mind comes to a recording studio at three in the morning— and Eddie begins to wonder why he even came here if he can’t write a single lyric. Every line that crosses his mind is too little, too much, too mundane— it’s all wrong. Everything is wrong, and Eddie wants to scream.

Eddie takes another hit of the burning cigarette, rubs his eyes in exhaustion, and places his used journal to the side in exchange for his guitar.

He sits on the couch, the quiet room filling out the whirlwind of unsaid words in Eddie’s mind. He strums a soft tune on the wooden instrument, eyes closed and legs propped up on the coffee table. It takes Eddie a few moments to open his eyes when he hears the door open, and he has to blink a few times to clear the fog of fatigue from his eyes.

And Eddie doesn’t even have the energy to roll his eyes and scoff at the sight of Gareth.

He keeps the cigarette between his lips and goes back to plucking his guitar strings, ignoring the shuffling sound of Gareth walking over.

Gareth is quiet for a long time until he clears his throat, “This is good.”

Eddie opens his eyes again and glances over at the brown-haired boy. Eddie’s face pinches in confusion before Gareth raises the journal, and Eddie huffs out a laugh. “No, it’s not.”

Gareth shakes his head, “No, it really is. I like this line,” he points to Eddie’s messy handwriting.

“It’s not going anywhere. I’ve been here for almost two hours.” Eddie brushes it off.

Eddie resumes his peaceful strumming, and Gareth— Gareth just can’t let it go. Because he misses his best friend more than anything in the fucking world, and it hurts. This hurts. The quiet and the unsaid— it hurts.

“I’m sorry.”

And Eddie thinks, fuck, not now.

“Man—” “No, Eddie I… I fucked up.” And Eddie glances at Gareth because Gareth sounds… Gareth sounds like he’s on the verge of something, something that Eddie has rarely seen from his friend.

“I really fucked up, man. And you don’t have to forgive me, but I don’t want you thinking I don’t regret it— because I do.” Gareth looks at Eddie. Clear eyes, so wide and full of what Eddie can only imagine to be sorrow. “I should’ve never done that to you, and I sure as hell shouldn’t have told her— especially because I hadn’t told you.”

And Eddie is so tired of being angry. He’s so tired of feeling the gaping and missing piece of his best friend— and sure, he wishes Gareth never went behind his back and fucked his ex, but he mostly just wishes things would return to normal.

Eddie is silent for a moment, and Gareth almost takes it as an answer, but Eddie finally says, “Did you really love her?”

If Gareth is shocked, he does an excellent job of not showing it. He only swallows and shifts in his seat, “I thought I did… I don’t know, maybe?”

He’s being careful, Eddie knows, and he can’t blame him for it.

“Do you still talk?” Eddie can’t help but ask because he needs to know. He needs to know so he can prepare himself for whatever bullshit he’ll go through later if he ever sees Chrissy again.

To Eddie’s relief, Gareth shakes his head, “No. Not since… no.”

Eddie nods and says nothing else while mindlessly playing his soft tune.

Gareth shifts beside him, glances down at the journal in his hands, and hums, “So… you gonna tell me who this is about?”

Eddie jokingly glares at Gareth and leans forward to set his guitar down. “S’nothing.”

“That’s a lie.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow at his friend, and Gareth takes a deep breath. “Look, man,” he places the journal down, “I’ve seen the way you look at her. And Jeff said he saw you—” “That motherfucker.” Gareth softly laughs but shrugs either way.

Eddie drags a hand over his face and sighs, “I don’t know, it’s… complicated.”

Gareth hums, like he doesn’t believe Eddie, “All I’m saying is if you like her as much as I think you do,” he gestures to the journal, “Then you better act quick.”

And Eddie knows Gareth is right— which is annoying, but he thinks he needs to hear it now more than ever.

Eddie’s not sure when he closed his eyes and dozed off, but by the time he opened them, it was the next day, and Jeff was standing over him with a sly grin. Eddie’s face is twisted in morning confusion and annoyance at Jeff’s proximity, and something heavy is leaning on his side and— “I see you and Gare-bear have made up.” Jeff tips his head to the right of Eddie, and Eddie glances over to where he’s motioned to find Gareth fast asleep with his body leaned against Eddie’s side.

Eddie groans and grimaces as he turns his head, a painful pinch resting at the top of his spine as he shoves his hand against Gareth’s shoulder, voice dry and scratchy from sleep as he speaks, “Shut the fuck up.”

Eddie’s arm tingles under the weight of Gareth, and he grunts, pushing harder at his shoulder, “Gareth, get off me, man; I can’t feel my fucking arm,” Eddie grumbles, shoving the boy off of him, grimacing when Gareth grunts in protest.

Jeff snickers and looks around the room; sheets of paper are scattered across the coffee table, empty beer bottles are strewn on the floor, and a guitar with a busted string lies on the other couch. “Jesus, did I miss the party?” Jeff teases, kicking at an empty beer can as he walks over to the sheet of music on the soundboard, picking it up and glancing over the words.

“What’s this?” Jeff wonders aloud. Gareth opens an eye to see what Jeff is talking about and shifts in his seat as he answers, “Eddie’s apology to the journalist.”

Eddie wipes drool from his mouth as he sits up, leaning over to sift through the rubble for his pack of cigarettes, “Birdie.” He mumbles as he shoves a stick between his lips and lights the end. “Yeah, Birdie.” Gareth sleepily mumbles.

Jeff laughs as he reads over the half-assed written letter. “How drunk were you two shitheads?” He wonders, eyebrows raising at one particular sentence. “And what’d you do that made you finally realize you’re an asshole?”

And Eddie thinks Jeff is asking a lot of questions right now, and Eddie doesn’t have the mental capacity to digest any of them. Gareth snickers beside Eddie, shaking his head with a shrug, moving through Eddie’s cloud of smoke to reach for a beer can, shaking it to see if there’s any drink left before sipping on whatever's there before speaking, “What didn’t he do?” He jokes.

Eddie kicks his heel into the brown-haired boy’s shin, ignoring the spew of curses Gareth sends his way. Jeff tosses the paper back onto the soundboard and turns to the two boys, “Does this have anything to do with her trying to drop the article?”

Gareth shrugs, uninterested in whatever Jeff is insinuating, but the question seems to wake Eddie up quicker than the slow-burning stick between his fingers. “What are you talking about?”

Jeff looks at Eddie as if he’s asked him what two plus two is, “You don’t know?”

Eddie tilts his head, a confused look on his face, irritation lingering on his tone, “Know what, Jeff?”

Jeff’s eyebrows raise, and he lifts his hands in surrender, “Look, Naomi and Birdie were talking at breakfast, and she told Naomi that she’s thinking of dropping the article.” “What do you mean dropping the article, Jeff?”

Jeff gazes at Eddie like he’s lost his mind, “Honestly, man, I don’t know why you’re freaking out when this is literally what you wanted ever since she came along.” He points out, calmly sitting in the desk chair by the soundboard. “I mean, yeah,” Eddie stresses, “But that was before— fuck,” Eddie rubs a hand over his face as he plops back into the plush couch with a heavy sigh. “Before?” Jeff wonders aloud.

“Don’t worry about it.” Eddie snaps.

Gareth snickers again, glancing at Eddie’s depleted state before glaring at Jeff, “Before Eddie fell in love.” He childishly giggles. Eddie glares at his friend, finally finding his shoes and hastily shoving them on, “I’m not in love with her, you fucking idiot,” He swats at Gareth, “I just…” Eddie glances between his two friends before sighing, rubbing his hands over his face again and resting his elbows on his knees. “It’s complicated, okay?”

“Didn’t seem that complicated when I walked in on you two.” Jeff points out, to which Gareth’s jaw drops as he turns to Eddie, “No fucking way. You boned the journalist?—” “Birdie.” “—And Jeff walked in on it? You didn’t tell me that last night!” He exclaims.

Eddie grimaces at Gareth’s words and the fact that he won’t just say your name because, for some weird and obnoxious reason, it pisses Eddie off. “Because it wasn’t like that.” Eddie shakes his head. Jeff makes a face, and Eddie rolls his eyes, “It wasn’t,” Eddie repeats, “Not that it’s any of you fucking losers' business.”

Eddie tries so hard not to seem distracted when they start working on their last song of the album. He tries to put his entire mind, body, and soul into the words and the chorus, but he can’t. Eddie’s mind is somewhere else, wasting away trying to find a way to say sorry and get you to change your mind about abandoning your project because, sure, Eddie’s an asshole when he wants to be, but he has some inkling of remorse and human feelings. He has the ability to feel sorry and know when he’s crossed a line, and clearly, Eddie is far beyond the line.

Eddie’s stomach churns when he thinks about the last night: the look on your face and the tone of your voice, the unmistakable sniffle as you wiped away a stray tear. And Eddie really is a jackass, isn’t he?

Making a kind girl like you cry, telling her she’s ruined everything when all she’s done is stay true to her task. It’s Eddie who’s led you astray, who’s tempted you and poked and prodded until you cracked— and, god, Eddie feels sick to his stomach.

Eddie remembers how that feels. To be pushed and shoved to your breaking point, to where someone breaks you down to the point of giving up. Eddie knows that feeling so well; he dealt with it for so long as a kid before Wayne took him in. Eddie remembers how useless he would feel, how his father would tell him he was stupid and naive for thinking he could be something. And it’s difficult to ignore those harsh words when it’s repeated over and over in your ear, and Eddie can’t believe he let himself do that to you.

Eddie’s kind of frantic when he walks up to you at rehearsals.

He’s fidgety, and he’s aching for a cigarette, and his heart is racing in his chest because Eddie’s not the best at apologies, but he’s also not very fond of the idea of you not being here anymore. As much as Eddie hates to admit it, he likes you being here— because watching you, hearing you, and seeing how you move about a room is addicting. It’s a movie, a show that gets better with every episode, and Eddie has tried so hard to lie and say he can’t stand the show, but fuck, he’s hooked.

You look tired today, uncharacteristically quiet and reserved, making Eddie all the more nervous to break the slight trance you seem to be in. Your lashes flutter as you blink up at him when he approaches you in the backstage hallway, “Can we uh— can we talk?”

You don’t seem eager when he asks, and you don’t sound it either when your eyebrows furrow in distress, and you shake your head, “Honestly, Eddie, I’m not in the mood—” Eddie shakes his head, tone sincere and eyes holding no trace of mischief, “No, I promise it’s not…” Eddie trails off, and you raise your eyebrow, growing impatient with his hesitance.

“It’s about the magazine.” He rushes out. You look confused and unconvinced— and there’s so much going on in the background; staff calling out demands, crew members scrambling to get things done, and Eddie just can’t fucking think. “Well, it’s about you, but it’s also about the magazine— can we step outside?”

Eddie looks away in embarrassment because Eddie doesn’t get flustered very easily these days— there’s not much to get flustered over when you’ve seen it all— but again, Eddie doesn’t do this often— and his neck is heating up, and he knows his cheeks are turning an embarrassing shade of red because you’re looking at him like he’s the biggest idiot known to man.

Eddie drags in a steady breath, teeth digging into his bottom lip, and he grumbles lowly enough for you to hear, thumb brushing the tip of his nose once before speaking, “Come on, don’t make me beg.”

You scoff at that, arms crossing over your chest as you push past him and storm towards the exit, and Eddie follows with a shaky breath.

When Eddie steps out into the alleyway of the venue, you’re leaning against the wall with a deep frown etched across your lips, and Eddie’s fingers twitch for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. You glare at him, “What’s wrong with you?” You snap. Eddie looks at you silently for a moment, confusion written across his face as he speaks, “Huh?”

You glare as you speak, “You’re being weird.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and clears his throat, shifting on his feet before he starts, “Listen, I uh,” he scratches the back of his neck, “I know we don’t get along and shit but just…” Eddie ignores it when you roll your eyes, “Don’t drop the magazine because of me.”

You’re silent then, for much longer than Eddie would like you to be, and Eddie is thoroughly confused when you scoff, “Excuse me?”

Eddie stuffs his hands in his pockets and glances around the empty alleyway, “Look— believe it or not, we actually kind of need this, and the boys will fucking kill me if I screw it all up, so just… I’m sorry, okay?”

And technically, it’s the truth. It might not be the whole truth as to why Eddie has pulled you aside, but at least there’s some truth to it… right?

You don’t seem too appeased with Eddie’s half-assed apology, considering the way your face doesn't even flinch for what seems like decades. “Well, for starters, I’m not dropping out of the magazine,” and Eddie doesn’t want to unpack the reasoning behind why the tension in his shoulders eased, “And the only reason why I had even debated doing so is because my grandfather is sick, not because some douchebag artist pissed me off.” You snap.

Eddie feels like an ass.

No, he feels worse than an ass, whatever that may be. Eddie feels like he’ll maybe just go back to the hotel and sew his mouth shut because the one time that Eddie tries to fix things, his tongue flaps and spews out bullshit, and then he’s further in the ground than he was, to begin with.

Eddie’s not sure what to do or say because, honestly, he didn’t even think of the possibility that he’s not the reason for you dropping the magazine, and Eddie only then realizes how selfish of a mistake this was. “Can I be honest with you, Eddie?”

Even though you sound and look like you could stab him right now, Eddie thinks you’re absolutely breathtaking. Your eyes are so alive beneath the light of day, and a gentle breeze carries your scent to wrap around Eddie in a dizzying manner. His heart races, and Eddie feels… small.

He hasn’t felt this way in a long time, like he’s damaged things to the point of no return, and it’s all his fault— and usually, it never actually was Eddie’s fault, but this… Eddie can wholeheartedly admit he’s at fault for the agitated look you’re giving him— and Eddie doesn’t know what to do.

Still, Eddie nods— because what else can he do?

“I think we should keep the one-on-ones to a minimum. Better yet, let’s just stop it as a whole.”

“What?”

You take a deep breath, gaze dancing away, seemingly anxious to flee the scene as you speak, “I don’t think this is benefiting either of us— this back and forth. I have work to get done, and honestly, there’s nothing more that I need from you aside from when I interview the band as a group— and seeing as you hate me and I hate you, why don’t we just make our lives easier and stay out of each other's way?”

This isn’t how Eddie imagined things going.

Eddie imagined he would say sorry, and you would give him a pretty smile, and things would go back to… well, not normal, but perhaps something a little better than normal. This is worse than normal. This is so left field of what Eddie had imagined, and Eddie can’t bring himself to say anything.

So, instead, Eddie nods, mumbles a quick agreement, and says nothing more as you leave.

Days pass slower than usual, and you find ways to get busy outside of drafting the magazine. You take frequent walks in Central Park to clear your mind and spend many nights talking to your family over the phone.

Your grandfather is old, and it’s no surprise to the family that he’ll soon see the end of his days, but your mom immediately told you no when you said you would be coming home after getting word of his current state. You weren’t particularly close to your grandfather; you really only saw him once a year around holidays, but you felt the need to be there for your mother, to offer her a shoulder to cry on. However, your mother, ever the sweet lady she is, insisted she would be more than okay with the support of your father and younger sister and demanded that you stay in New York to finish your project.

Still, even though you called home every night, you felt the distance with each goodbye. It ached to be so far from your family at such a time, but the world won’t stop just for you, and time is of the essence in your line of work.

Despite the somewhat gloomy past days you’ve had, each show has given you a moment to breathe and take your mind off the stresses of life. There are two shows of the residency left now, and the boys of Corroded Coffin seem more pumped than ever for the two big nights.

You usually spend time before the show loitering in the green room or waiting out in the crowd, but today, you’ve chosen to have front-row tickets to the chaos that is Corroded Coffin’s dressing room.

There’s a thick fog of smoke dancing through the room; tobacco, weed, and alcohol drenching the walls with their smell as the boys and crew members share drinks and blunts and jokes. You, Jeff, Gareth, and James are gathered in front of the vanity— away from most of the chaos to enjoy light conversation— with Jeff and James sitting in the tall vanity chairs while you and Gareth stand between them both.

“I think we should play something off the new record tonight,” Jeff suggests. Gareth, who’s busy messing with his hair in the mirror, finds the time to respond, “I kind of wanted to do something old. Maybe even a cover?”

James raises an eyebrow, reaching forward onto the vanity desk for a black eyeliner pencil, “You guys are on in like fifteen, man. The stage crew is not gonna be happy about that.” James points out, inspecting the small item before popping the cap off. Gareth snickers as James attempts to apply the eyeliner, “When are they ever happy? Poor guys have to put up with our bullshit every day.”

Naomi comes to stand behind Jeff, draping her arms around his shoulders and resting her chin atop his head. Jeff smirks at her through the mirror, and she smiles, “You agree, right? We should play something new tonight?” Jeff asks his girlfriend, to which she shrugs and glances at both band members, “I don’t see why not. It’s the second to last show, and I’m sure the fans would love it.”

You look over to James as he curses to himself when the pencil tip breaks off. You snicker, not thinking twice, when you step forward to place a hand on his shoulder, “You’re pressing too hard.” You mumble as you gently grab the pencil from him. James watches as you turn to grab the pencil sharpener, shaving off the empty end of the stick until you can see the soft pencil again, “Aw, you’re gonna help me out?” He presses a hand to his chest as you roll your eyes. Whatever conversation Jeff, Gareth, and Naomi are having, you pay no mind to it anymore. “Shut up, take a seat.” You nod to the vanity chair.

James takes a seat, and you shake your head as you step forward, tipping his head back for a good angle as you say, “Remind me again how you’re an artist and still don’t know how to apply eyeliner correctly?” You mumble as you begin softly applying the makeup to his bottom lashline. James smirks, “I can’t be good at everything.” He jokes. You roll your eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Just look up at the ceiling, please.”

And in the corner of your eye, you catch him— Eddie.

He’s watching you and James with the sharpest gaze you’ve ever seen— angry and daring, and it only falters when you turn to look at him. You don’t know why, but your heart seems to rise to your throat, and there is an annoying twist in your stomach when you see how his jaw ticks in anger. You don’t notice it until Eddie’s gaze flickers down, and you suddenly feel the warm heat of James' hand pressed against your waist.

Your body heats at the attention, and you shy away from Eddie’s accusing gaze, returning to your task. Your eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as you apply the makeup, and you try desperately hard to ignore the way James is gazing up at you or the gentle squeezes he gives you when you shift. What’s even harder to ignore is the hole Eddie is burning through your head— and god, why do you feel like this?

Why do you, for some odd reason, wish it was Eddie beneath you? Why do you wish it was Eddie’s hands touching you? Why do you wish Eddie’s brown eyes were gazing at you? Why do you wish it was Eddie’s warm skin beneath your fingertips?

Your body and heart want Eddie for selfish reasons, but deep down, you and Eddie both know it’s best not to venture down the short path you’d started. But that doesn’t mean you don’t think about it. That doesn’t mean you don’t think about what it would be like to have Eddie in all the sinful ways you’d both tasted.

You don’t hear James the first time, but your attention snaps back to him when he gently squeezes your hip, “Huh?” You blink.

James chuckles as you pause your task and gaze down at him. His gaze dances all around your face for a moment, pearly white teeth digging into his smile before he speaks again, “What are you doing tonight after the show?”

And god, why the fuck is James looking at you like that?

You shrug, “Um, I— I don’t know why?” You ask, finishing the last few touches on his makeup. James shrugs, watching as you stand up straight and put the cap back onto the pencil, “I was thinking maybe I can take you out? Like a date?”

You almost choke at that. Your eyes are wide as you blink at James, heart racing and mind a whirlwind of thoughts— and Eddie is still watching you.

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can say anything, Richie bursts through the door with a grin and an exclamation of two words.

Show time.

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part eight

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a/n: ANNNDDD HERE WE ARE, if you've made it to the end and see this, thank you for reading, ilysm and i appreciate any for of feedback, i love to here ur funny, sweet, and smutty thots <3 ALSO A BIG THANK YOU TO @siennamagee FOR THE IDEA OF THE SCENE WITH JAMES, ILY STINK <3 LET THE GROVELING BEGIN !!

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lushafterglow · 1 month

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Self destruction is… well -> Series Masterlist

Paring: Mafia Boss Toji x Lawyer Reader

Summary: Toji was always prepared. For everything. He was prepared if cops came knocking at his door. He was prepared if his little kid — megumi — got sick. He was prepared when that annoying Gojo would drop by to annoy him. He was prepared for any insults his best friend — Sukuna would throw. But he wasn’t prepared for you.

You were a successful businesswoman. Graduated top of your class, and even own your own law firm. You were always onto the next case, never one to look back. Though when you meet a kid kid and his scary looking dad you couldn’t help but keep looking over your shoulder, always feeling like someone was watching.

Tropes: Mafia romance, stalker romance, frenimes to lovers, single dad.

Warnings: stalking, gore, blood, descriptive language of violence, NWSF, drugs, etc. 10 year age gap (reader is 20 he’s 30) (lmk if I missed something.)

Taglist: @queendessi24 @idkdudsworld @venjrnjrbhrr19 @kouyoumarryme (just ask to be added.)

A/N: lowkey inspired by haunting Adeline. Like this has the same vibes.

Chapters

Chapter one -> “Ever get the feeling of being watched?”

Every morning is the same, wake up, go to the local coffee shop right by your firm, go to your office, work, go home, repeat. Always the same, thought while your one to keep to yourself you just can’t but help the little kid with spiky hair. Only to find the father to too much longer after.

Chapter Two -> in the terms of Joe Goldberg, “Hello You.”

Toji is a very very dangerous man. Many people know this. So when he finds his kids missing, someone is going to pay the piper. Little did Toji know was that that someone was going to become his newest obsession. His lovely desire.

Playlist Here!

Drabbles

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#jjk #jjk masterlist #jjk toji #toji masterlist #toji x you #toji smut #jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #dilf toji #mafia AU

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endlessthxxghts · 1 month

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New Beginnings [Masterlist]

Frankie’s daughter, Elena, gets enrolled into a new school for prodigal children. It’s going to be a new adjustment for Elena, but Frankie underestimates just how much life will change for him, too — especially after meeting you. | story status: in progress |

teacher!reader x student's dad!Frankie Morales

General Content/Warnings: AFAB&fem reader (she/her pronouns). Reader is able-bodied. No other physical descriptions used. Implied that reader knows some Spanish. Implied that reader is bisexual (references in passing, blink and you’ll miss it). No use of "y/n." POV switching. Lust (love..?) at first sight. Sexual tension GALORE! Semi-forbidden love trope. Single dad trope. PTA Drama, jealous moms and dads! Inherent angst (with a happy ending). Canon divergent to TF storyline. 18+ MDNI (See specific chapter for specific content).

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All places/school programs/locations/weather/etc. mentioned are fictional; however, they are inspired by real places that exist where I am from (Las Vegas)!

Photos do not represent reader in any way shape or form; used to give imagery/set the vibe for situations/scenarios.

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ONE: new beginnings, 8.8k ** TWO (coming ≈May 12-18) THREE FOUR FIVE

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Want to read more like this? Check out @frenchiereading's Shared Breaths series! It contains a similar trope with you being a teacher and Frankie being your student's father. It is a must read!🫶🏼 Another very noteworthy and honorable mention where you’re a teacher (no children of Javi, at least not in the beginning😏) — @javierpena-inatacvest’s It’s Never Too Late series!! It’s for Javier Peña, but nevertheless, the SWEETEST and SEXIEST story to ever exist, and it’s written by my sweet sweet best friend. I love u to the moon and back, babe. 🌚🌝

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❝ GIRL DAD 01 ❞ MIGUEL O'HARA.

🕸️ chapter premise: miguel is stuck in traffic on the way to pick his daughter up from school. he doesn’t usually do this and knows that he is running late. when he searches for his daughter at school, there’s where miguel meets you in class when he got a little lost. 🕸️ pairing: miguel o'hara x reader 🕸️ genre: mature, slow burn 🕸️ tropes: single dad (dilf) miguel, teacher reader, found family 🕸️ word count: 4.3k words

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Miguel remembers why he avoids driving around in the city when it is late afternoon.

He stares at the front view with a frown and a bored look. One hand on the steering wheel and the other propping his arm next to the door, supporting his face. It’s a typical Nueva York traffic environment; cars honking, speedy drivers going against traffic regulations, and people not looking where they’re going.

Miguel sighs annoyingly. He can’t believe that his friend Jess has to go through this every afternoon on the weekdays just to pick up the kids. It’s taking a lot of his patience to not hit his palm on the wheel to tell the drivers in front of him to freaking move. But Miguel sits through the traffic despite the irritation. Minutes passed that feel like hours and there’s only slow progress of the cars moving on the road. When he glances at the time, it’s ten minutes to four in the afternoon. The only thing that keeps him sane is reminding himself of the purpose of this entire trip.

Gabriella’s school should be a couple of buildings away from the traffic.

His mouth curves upwards in a smile at the thought of her. His daughter. The only person he cares about in the entire universe. His bundle of light and joy. As much as he loves his daughter, Miguel doesn’t pick Gabriella up from school after three in the afternoon. His job is not as flexible as it seems to be, being a geneticist. It’s a nine to six hours job and five days a week. Despite the long working hours, Miguel does his best to spend time with Gabriella either before he goes to work, after work, or on the weekends.

But today, he’s changing that routine. He’s picking his little girl up from school. And Gabriella doesn’t know that he’s coming to see her after school.

The traffic finally improves. The cars in front of him are starting to move on the road. Miguel takes the opportunity to drive forward. His car moves steadily through the busy road until he reaches an urban area that’s familiar to him. Miguel continues to drive through the streets of Queens. He drives until he slowly comes to a stop when he sees Gabriella’s school. He’s finally arrived.

Miguel gets out of the car and locks it behind him. When he looks at his watch, it’s already four-thirty and he is definitely late to pick up his daughter. He looks at his reflection in the car window. Dressed in casual blue denim jeans, a white shirt underneath a black leather jacket and black sunglasses that hides his eyes. He doesn’t dress like a man who just got back from. He looks like a man who is a father picking his kid up from school.

Miguel hasn’t visited Gabriella’s school in a while. The last time he came to the school was for a parents’ and teacher’s conference. As soon as he enters the school’s building, he’s unfamiliar with the layout and environment. It’s a quiet and peaceful setting with no signs of students or teachers walking down the hallway. He didn’t think how wide the main area would be, unsure where and which way to go to see his daughter. He decides to take a walk around and hope for the best that he will find his way to where he needs to be.

The hallways become eerily quiet as Miguel walks, feeling that he is further than where he should be. School buildings have always been a bit of a maze. He still hasn’t recognised anything familiar with where he goes. He’s not even sure which way he should be going. It’s best to say that Miguel is lost in the building and he’s tempted to ask his daughter for directions over the phone. He decides to be against the idea, still wanting to surprise Gabriella when she’s finished with her soccer practice.

Maybe a teacher in one of these classes might be able to redirect him in the right direction. Surely, not all of the teachers have gone home for the day…

Miguel looks down the hallway and decides to go to the door at the farthest corner on the right side. He’s not sure why he chose to start with that door, but he has a feeling that there would be someone in there who could help him. Or hopes that there would at least be someone in the room.

Miguel knocks on the door twice before he turns the doorknob open. When he opens the door, he pokes his head into the room, seeing that it’s an empty classroom. A frown appears on his face, disappointed that there isn’t anyone in class at this hour. Looks like he will still need to look for someone else for help.

He’s ready to close the door and leave halfway through when he hears something that catches his attention. A voice. “Hi, can I help you with anything?”

Miguel still doesn’t see the person. But when he walks into the classroom, he finds that there is someone. A woman behind a desk that he didn’t notice in the beginning. The person turns around and Miguel finally sees her; he finally sees you.

You appear to be occupied that he must have interrupted you. The locker behind you is wide open, full of stacks of papers and boxes. He guesses that you are in the middle of cleaning up and he just disturbed you.

“Hi,”

“Hello,” Miguel responds, aware that his Mexican accent slips out.

“Sorry, I didn’t notice you earlier. I was cleaning my cupboard to notice you.” You said, placing the box in your arms on the desk. Your ponytail sways a little as you move. Miguel takes off his glasses out of courtesy and puts it on his head, taking a look at you. You’re wearing a polo shirt and white jeans, casual attire for a member of staff. “Is there anything I could help you with?”

“I…” Miguel’s voice trails. He would guess that you are someone in their twenties by your youthful look and charisma. Making him a couple of years older than you. You must be a teacher in the school. Miguel lightly clears his throat. “Sorry, I think I might have gotten myself lost.” He admits. “I am looking for a sports field. I am here to pick up my daughter. She has soccer practice today.”

“Oh, right.” You smile, giving him a kind and apologetic look. “Well, you are a little further away from where you need to be.” You said. “The field is on the other side of the building.”

Right, that makes a lot of sense. It’s no wonder he has not made any progress in his direction. He’s gone the wrong way. God, school buildings and hallways of a maze.

“Well, thank you for your help.” Miguel nods in acknowledgement. “I hope you have a good rest of the afternoon, senorita.”

Miguel is ready to part ways when he hears you speak again, stopping him. “I can show you where to go if you’d like.” You add. “So that you won’t get lost along the way.”

He looks at her, contemplating the offer. You don’t know him and he doesn’t know you, but you still wish to help him. He hears you close the cupboard door before locking it and turns around to him. You’re still looking at him with that kind smile on your face. Waiting for his response. “I appreciate the offer if you could help me out.”

“Sure thing,” you say, grabbing your keys from your desk. It jingles when you grip it in your grasp. You walk around your desk to approach him. Miguel notices the height difference between you and him instantly. You’re about chest height to him. “Shall we get going?”

Miguel opens the door wider and gestures to you, letting you lead the way. You step out of the room and he follows you, closing the door behind him. Miguel walks beside you as he follows your lead, walking down the hallway. He watches the way you stride next to him; elegant, confident and also relaxed. Miguel guesses that you could be one of the teachers his Gabriella’s school. He tries to remember if his daughter has spoken about you before. There’s something about you that keeps Miguel interested, an unexplainable feeling rises in him. Every second of your presence is what he appreciates.

“So, what is your daughter’s name?” You ask, breaking the silence. “Maybe I might recognise her from any of the classes that I teach so far.”

It takes a few moments for him to register what you said. “Her name is Gabriella O’Hara,” Miguel says. “She’s in the fourth grade. Brown hair, wears a purple bag back and about this tall?” He describes, doing a rough estimate of his daughter’s height with his hand.

The minute he says Gabriella’s name, your eyes light up. Realising when you put two and two pieces of information together. “Oh, Gabri O’Hara! She’s one of my students.” Miguel looks next to you. “I’m her homeroom teacher for the year. She talks about you a lot in class.”

He politely smiles at this, “Ah, she has?”

“Gabriella usually stays behind in class to help me out when she doesn’t have soccer practice. Usually to help me tidy up the class whilst she waits for Jessica to pick her up.” You explain.

Miguel wishes to ask you more about his daughter though you continue to speak. There’s something about the way you lead the conversation. You sound confident and polite and despite your young age, there’s a sound of wisdom and thought in the way you speak. He’s only just met you but he feels comfortable around you. Gabriella must have told him about you before, surely. But Miguel tries to remember what or anything his daughter might have mentioned that could be linked to you.

There’s another moment of silence before you speak up again, this time looking a little hesitant. “I’m sorry in advance if I sound ignorant or making up assumptions but… I was wondering if Jess is Gabriella’s mother?”

“Ah, no. Jessica is a good friend of mine.” Miguel says. “I often work late till evenings and can’t pick Gabri up from school. But that’s changing today.” He explains. He knows that you genuinely don’t mean any harm, but something holds him back from explaining more. His daughter’s mother is still in the picture despite the separation years ago. “It’s a surprise. Gabri doesn’t know I’ve come to see her today.”

When he sees you turn to look at him, there’s a genuine smile on your face. “I think you would make her day when she sees you after practice.” Your smile is sweet and kind, Miguel thinks that the look suits you. “Gabri told me a few days ago that you have yet to see the new kicks she’s been practising with her footing. And from what I’ve seen, she’s a star player amongst the girls’ team.”

“Well, then I look forward to seeing it.” Miguel nods his head in acknowledgement.

You and Miguel have been walking around the school for a while. When he sees a large door ahead of them, Miguel hopes that’s where he would be able to see his daughter. “The girls’ soccer team is on the other side of this door.”

You open the large door, revealing the outdoor environment. He’s greeted by the fresh air and a wide view of a track ground and soccer field. There are still students and teachers in the field training for the after-school clubs, and each group have taken a spot in areas on the field. Miguel looks for any signs of Gabriella in the field, he sees a couple of girls in groups. His eyes stop when he sees a familiar dark brown hair on the field.

A girl of familiar height, brown haired ponytail, wearing a purple shirt and white shorts. She moves swiftly on the field, kicking the ball along with her until she sends it to the goalpost. The group of girls break into cheers at Gabriella’s accomplishment. It brings a smile to his face.

“Oh, look, Gabri's right there.” He hears you say. “Gabri!”

His daughter looks around to put a face on the voice. When Miguel sees Gabriella looking at him and you, there’s already a wide smile on his face. “Papa!”

“Mija!” Miguel waves back his daughter.

Gabriella then calls your name when she sees you, the happiness on her face never changing. You wave back at the young girl with a cheerful smile, letting out a laugh when Gabriella yells across the field. Asking if you saw the game. “I sure did!” You respond with a laugh.

Miguel can’t help but smile at the scene. He watches Gabriella join the rest of the girls for a team huddle with their coach. His daughter’s soccer practice should be done in the next few minutes. “Do you want to sit on the bench whilst we wait?”

“I don’t mind doing so,” you nod. The two of you approach the benches together. Taking a seat at the lower bottom of the seat. Miguel sits next to you as he watches Gabriella, admiring her from afar. “She’s a great kid, isn’t she?

“Definitely.” Miguel gazes at his little girl. He then turns his attention to you, curious about your work life. Inquisitive about you. “So, how long have you been teaching?”

“I’ve been doing this for two and a half years. I started as a substitute teacher for the summer when I moved to the States.”

Miguel nods, learning a new thing or two about you. It explains your mannerism and the subtle accent you have. Your voice gives him a sense of calmness and he’s only known you less than an hour of meeting you. “So, what do you teach?”

“I mainly teach Biology and Chemistry. Though sometimes I teach the kids English and reading enrichment if needed.” You explain. “English isn’t my first language. But it’s nice to be able to help kids gain their confidence in their English.”

Miguel nods. He can relate to having to speak more than one language throughout his life. “It’s not an easy language to completely master, though I think you speak well. Gabriella and I speak Spanish and English which merge into one language. Spanglish.”

He notices the way your shoulders shake when you laugh quietly. “Sometimes it’s easier to explain things in your native language, isn't it? However, when I do it though, I sound a little bit… ‘expressive’ when I switch languages.” You paused. “Or maybe ‘explosive’ as what my family described. Expressive and explosive.”

Miguel can’t help but chortle. “I always encourage Gabriella to speak more Spanish at home. It is better not to lose the sense of identity where you come from.”

“I agree. It’s easy to lose yourself in a sea full of people.” You say. “But your roots never leave.”

“What made you move to the States?” Miguel asks. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

A smile appears on your face. “I was looking for a sense of adventure and decided to take the deep leap to make it here all on my own.”

“That takes courage.” Miguel averts his eyes at you. The smile on your face stays the same. He wonders what made you migrate to the country but he refrains himself from asking. He might be prying into your private affairs too much. Did you move to the States on your own or you had help and support? Your story interests him. “How old did you move here?”

“I was nineteen years old when I moved out of my home country.” You say. “Stayed in Canada for two years then moved to the States when I was twenty-one years old. I’ve been here for three years now.”

Miguel makes a mental note of your age difference. You’re only seven years younger than he is, and you moved to a new country at such a young age. His interest grows, what made you decide the move other than the sense of adventure?

You and Miguel sit together in silence. The skies are bright and blue with the sun bathing the field at a comfortable temperature. Miguel’s red eyes are staring at you behind his dark sunglasses. Looking completely relaxed as you bathe under the calm sun. You watch over the fields, admiring what you see. You lean back and placed your hands on your sides on the bench. Miguel sits next to you with his arms on his knees, noticing the size of your hands compared to his. He feels comfort with your presence, a rare thing that Miguel has over someone whom he just met for less than an hour.

You must have sensed his gaze on you because you turn your eyes to look at him. Smiling at him. He’s thankful for wearing glasses though he couldn’t say the same for the possible sudden colour on his cheeks.

You turn your attention elsewhere when Gabriella runs towards you and him. You’re the first one to get off the bench and Miguel follows, looking at his little girl with a smile. “Papa! I can’t believe you are here!”

“I hoped to surprise you, mija,” Miguel says. He lifts Gabriella in the air and carries her in his arms, kissing his daughter on the forehead. She wraps her little arms around his neck. “You did great today at the soccer practice. I’m so proud of you.”

“Gracias, papa.” Gabriella kisses him on the cheek in return. When she sees you, her smile widens, clearly happy to see you. Gabriella greets you, sounding excited, “What do you think of my moves, Miss?”

“It’s really impressive, Gabs.” You say. There’s a look of affection when you look at his little girl. “You’re getting better and better at it. You’re going to smash the scores on sports day soon.”

“I think it’s time for us to return home,” Miguel says. The sun will set in a couple of hours and he would prefer to be home before it gets dark.

“Can we eat at Wendy’s before we go home?” Gabriella asks. “For dinner?”

Miguel thinks for a moment. In all honesty, he’s forgotten to cook something for tonight’s dinner. It seems like a good excuse for him to do fast food for dinner with his daughter. Another way of bonding time with Gabriella. “We can do that, sweet girl.”

He turns to look at you, “Thank you for your help earlier.”

“It’s not a problem, Mr O’Hara.” You say. “I hope we meet again in the future. It was nice getting to know you.”

Miguel nods in acknowledgement, ignoring the little tug in his chest. He checks with Gabriella that she has everything before they leave. Carrying his daughter in his arms as he walks away further and further. “Bye-bye, miss! See you tomorrow!” His daughter says, waving at you.

“See you tomorrow Gabri! Enjoy your dinner!” He can imagine you waving back. “See you sometime again, Miguel!”

Miguel waves back at you and watches you turn to speak to another female teacher before he turns his back. Gabriella decides to walk on her own and he puts her down on the ground. With her holding his right hand, they stride back towards the school building. With every step they take, Miguel can’t help but think about you. Wanting to see you one last time before he goes.

He turns to look behind him, seeing you still with the other teacher. You’re nodding your head at the conversation, listening to your co-worker. You say a few things to the coach and your face scrunches of you laughing over the chat. Miguel watches you bid goodbye to the other teacher, and now you’re completely on your own. He watches you turn your head onto your side. When you see him, you give the sweetest smile he’s ever seen across the distance.

He thinks that your smile makes you even prettier, especially when it’s directly at him.

“Papa, let’s go to Wendy’s now!”

Miguel looks down at Gabriella and gives her a gentle look. “Alright, princesa. Let’s go.”

You are no longer in sight when he does k glance at you and he leaves the school with his daughter in hand.

* * * *

As planned, Miguel and Gabriella have dinner at Wendy's.

At the current moment, Gabriella indulges herself with her food for a child’s Wendy’s meal. Seeing his little girl happy brings him joy, a natural feeling of being a father to a daughter. Despite his busy schedule, he takes whatever opportunity he can get to spend time with her. Gabriella is his main priority in his life and he wouldn’t trade moments with his girl for anything.

“So, your teacher is nice,” Miguel speaks up. Ever since he met you, his mind doesn’t mean to forget. Your sweetness, kind personality and the way you interact with Gabriella made him trust you. And personally, the way you acted around him was like a fresh of breath air. There were no ulterior motives and signs that you were trying to get a chance to have some sort of relationship with him. His status as a single father earns quite a reputation at Gabriella’s school. Miguel appreciates that you were just a kind, soul and great to kids like his daughter. “The one who helped show me where you were at school.”

“Miss [Last Name]?” Gabriella asks. She takes two scoops of ice cream and shoves it in her mouth. Miguel now learns something new about you; your last name. He thinks about your first name and how it fits with your surname. It has a nice ring to it. “Oh yeah, she is, isn’t she? And pretty too.” His girl adds.

Miguel pretends to not acknowledge her last words, even though he does agree with her. “How come you never talked about her when I asked you about your day at school?” He asks.

He’s ready to have a bite of his food when Miguel feels that Gabriella is looking at him. Her right brow raised, giving him a look that he hasn’t seen before. A questionable directed at him. “What is it, mija?”

“Papa, I have told you about her before. Numerous times.” Gabriella says. She puts her arms on her sides, indicating her scepticism. “I told you about how she brought Mr Oscar to show and tell two weeks ago. And that she likes to bake and brings them to school for the class to share every month. And my teacher is from England…”

Miguel pressed his lips together. He clearly remembered listening to that story when Gabriella told him. There are a lot of things that his daughter tells him daily. He tries his best to remember them all, but sometimes it slips off his memory. But Miguel surely would have to remember you if Gabriella did tell him about you. Who could forget someone like you?

He hears Gabriella giggle, “Papa, have you gotten old and forgotten stuff now?”

Miguel lets out a sheepish smile. He doesn’t consider himself old of age but if it keeps his little girl away from being suspicious of his interest in you, then he’ll accept the indignity. “It seems so, princesa. I apologise for that.”

“It’s okay, papa. I forget things too sometimes.” Gabriella says. He finds it interesting how kids can quickly change topics in conversations in a short amount of time. “I really do like Miss [Last Name]. She’s the best teacher ever.”

“Make sure you tell her that tomorrow when you see her, Briella.” Miguel smiles. “I’m sure she would like to hear that you appreciate her.”

“I will!”

Meeting you was unexpected and if he didn’t pick Gabriella up from school as planned, there’s no way that he would have met you earlier. A tiny part of him wishes that he would see you again someday; hopefully coincidental in the future.

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