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STOOOOOOOOP it’s giving dads best friend who’s a SLUT
you know that older guy that your dad is friends with who is just an eternal bachelor? he lives alone, you hear the rumours about him getting around and honestly you roll your eyes because… aren’t you too old for this?
until he’s got you underneath him and your sweat slicked skin is gliding against his and you’re seeing stars because you’ve never had it like this
until the thrill of the chase only makes it hotter and you’re catching eyes across the room full of your parents friends and he’s winking at you like he knows something you don’t
until you’re both turning up with dates to make the other person jealous but you end up in his bed at the end of the night anyway
and then, maybe, just maybe… you get it.
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Western Nights.
You don't expect to bump into your dad's best friend Javier in a church basement on the outskirts of town. You also didn't expect to fall in love with him. Life seems to be full of surprises - and Javier was the biggest surprise of all.
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Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Javier Peña x Female Reader
Age Rating - 18+
Word Count - 3.6k
Warnings - cursing. sexual content at the end. talk and themes of PTSD. brief mention of domestic abuse. several mentions of panic attacks. age gap (but all very legal and consensual). smut in future chapters.
Author's Note - it's finally here!! i've had this idea for so long and i'm so glad to finally put pen to paper. the dads best friend trope is one of my biggest weaknesses and javier peña is my favourite character ever, so naturally this was born. this fic will tackle some topics that may be a little tough for some people, so make sure to read the warnings!! can't wait to get this up on its feet and running, and for javi and peaches story to develop <3
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! <3
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Healing isn't linear. Recovery is a journey. This is a choice I have to make. No one else can make it for me.
You're repeating reassurances to yourself in your mind as you descend the stairs to the basement.
It's dimly lit, and it takes your eyes a minute to adjust. When they do, you're able to make out an old, heavy, oak wood lectern at the front of the room. Rows of flimsy plastic chairs are set almost as an audience, and tables line the edges. The carpet is worn, beige, and stained, the entire space smelling like must and bad coffee. You wonder how many girls like you have stepped foot in here in the past.
You pull the sleeves of your sweater down over your wrists and stick to the back wall, willing yourself to become invisible. Watching as people mill in slowly, you take a deep, steadying breath. In for 4. Hold for 4. Out for 6.
"Hi!" a middle aged, dyed blonde, motherly woman screeches at you. The cadence of her voice makes you jump.
"Sorry, sweetpea! Didn't mean to scare you," she looks you up and down before continuing. "You're new here, ain't ya?"
Her southern accent, albeit very high pitched, is somewhat comforting. It's something familiar in this room full of the unknown.
"Yeah," you just about manage to choke out.
She surveys you again, this time with no judgment. You realise she's just trying to figure you out, as you are her.
"If you need anything, just come find me. I'm Primrose."
You smile gently at the floral moniker, and decide that Primrose might be some much needed support. Her motherly aura was calming you ever so slightly.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, if we could all talk a seat, that'd be fantastic."
A tall, curly haired man - who can't be more than 30 - wearing a name tag sticker that reads 'Tobias' has taken his place behind the lectern, gesturing at everyone to sit down. You pick a chair near the back, slouching down and ducking your head.
"Wonderful. Hi, everyone."
A chorus of hellos echoes around the room, everyone clearly used to this routine.
"For anyone who's new here, I'm Tobias, but everyone calls me Tobi. I've been a Priest for the last five years, and I've been running this group for the last two. Usually, how it works is that we get a few people to come up and speak through their experiences."
Your chest tightens, and you have to remind yourself to keep breathing. As if he sees your panic, Tobi continues.
"Most people find that being able to talk freely and without judgment is a useful coping mechanism. PTSD is complex, and it isn't something that can ever be fully 'cured' - but we can find ways to make things easier. You're in a room full of ladies and gentlemen that might not understand your experience, but definitely understand your feelings."
He catches your eyes across the depth of the room and smiles gently. You muster up the strength to smile back cautiously, and he nods before speaking again.
"Some just come here to listen. Others find it beneficial to talk. No one is going to pressure you, judge you, or scald you. This is a safe space. Share as much or as little as you'd like. Okay?"
Everyone nods and murmurs in agreement. Tobi seems to have a way of reassuring the entire room without really trying. He's calming, tender hearted, genuine. You like him already.
"Who wants to start?"
Primrose shoots up out of her chair on the front row and makes her way to the front. Tobi squeezes her shoulder as she passes, and she beams at him.
"Hi, y'all! I'm Primrose."
The room is clearly familiar with the blonde ball of excitement. Everyone yells greetings at her, her energy almost infectious.
"Most of you know my story, but just in case you don't -"
Her eyes flit to you briefly, and she smiles. You half smile back, relaxing slightly.
"I was in a marriage where I suffered domestic abuse. He used to hit me, manipulate me, call me names. You think it, he did it."
She takes a breath, putting the smile back on her face where it's faltered.
"I have some news to share. I'm engaged!"
A few people jump out of their seats to hug her, congratulating her with pats on the back and yelled excitement.
"Thank y'all, thank y'all! I couldn't wait to tell you guys. I just... I never thought that I could ever be happy again. I certainly never thought that I'd ever find the courage to be with another man, after everything. But I've found someone amazing. And he treats me like a queen. So, to anyone who's new here - it is possible. I promise you. Y'all better help me pick out a dress!"
The room erupts into applause, and Primrose smiles so bright you're surprised the lights don't shatter.
After Primrose, an elderly man named Walter takes the stage. He explains his experience in the military, and the trauma and violence he witnessed for years. You learn that he's a recovering alcoholic, who wasn't had a drink for 9 years. He shakes slightly where he stands, leaning against the cane in his hand. You can tell he's lived through hell.
Finally, after Walter, Tobi stands at the lectern. He's the sole survivor of a car accident that killed his two best friends. After struggling to cope, he turned to God, and became a Priest to better help people just like him in his community. He speaks with such ease, such grace. A wave of calm sweeps over the room as everyone listens intently.
He checks the brown leather strapped watch on his right wrist before clicking his tongue.
"Well, folks, that's all the time we have for today! Feel free to stick around and chat to each other, as always. There's coffee and cookies on the table, and Janet made some of her famous honey loaf too. Thanks for coming. Same time next week?"
Everyone agrees in shouts and thumbs up directed towards the front. Slowly, people rise, stacking their chairs away before making their way over to the table where the coffee sits next to the styrofoam cups.
You remain seated for a little longer, catching your breath. Your teeth are digging into your bottom lip, knawing at it anxiously. You suddenly taste pennies, and lick up the blood quickly with your tongue.
Standing up shakily, you fold your chair at its hinges and add it to the stack at the front of the room. A yawn overtakes you, tiredness suddenly settling into your bones.
Coffee. You need coffee.
You make your way over to the tables, timidly smiling at Primrose as she shows off her ring to a small group of people. Just as you reach over and grab an empty cup, you become suddenly aware of a presence behind you.
"Don't drink that."
A warm, rich, booming voice hits your ears. The large, looming presence comes a little closer, towering over you.
"Trust me, honey. It's the worst coffee you'll ever taste in your life."
You know that voice, it's familiar timbre.
Javier Peña.
You turn around to be met with the sight of him peering down at you intently. He's wearing a flannel and blue jeans, heavy boots on his feet. He smells like musk, sandalwood, and the Texan heat.
God, he looks good. He's strikingly handsome. Objectively attractive. Everyone in your town agrees that Javier Peña is one beautiful man.
And seemingly unattainable. Since leaving Lorraine at the altar years ago, no one has heard any word of Javier so much as dating.
"Such a waste," your mom always says. "Gorgeous man like that. He could have anyone he wants!"
And it's true. Chocolate hair, broad shoulders, strong thighs. The man is a heartthrob.
A heartthrob with a secret, apparently.
"Javier?" you question. "What are you doing here?"
It's now you realise that he's here. At the meeting. You've done such a good job of keeping your head down, going relatively unnoticed. And now, staring down at you, is your dad's best friend. So much for covert.
He must see the realisation on your face. Or maybe he notices the way your breathing quickens. Either way, he places a warm palm on your shoulder, looking at you carefully.
"Hey. It's okay," he reassures. "I won't tell if you won't."
You nod meekly, trying to stay calm. In for 4, hold for 4, out for 6.
The basement suddenly feels too small, too dark, too stuffy. The carpet is too scratchy, the chairs too hard, the table too white. You need to get out before your chest caves in.
"You know, if you still want coffee, there's a diner like ten minutes from here. They do really good pie," Javier tells you, distracting you from your impending panic attack.
You take a breath and nod.
"Yeah. Okay. I like pie."
"Come on," he encourages, gesturing at you to lead the way. "Walk with me."
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You and Javier walk steadily side by side in silence, fingers occasionally accidentally brushing each other. After it happens twice, you decide to put your hands in your pockets the rest of the way, ignoring the warmth that radiates off him.
You eventually arrive at Cherry Pie Diner. The neon sign is blinding, shades of bright pink, yellow and blue flashing and flickering. Inside, the white overhead lights illuminate classic red leather booth seats and waitresses in pinafore aprons.
"Here we are. When you go in, ask for JoJo. She'll take care of you," he winks.
You stand stuck in your place on the sidewalk for a minute, processing his words.
"You're not coming in?"
He seems taken aback by your question. Now he's the one processing.
"You... uh - you want me to?"
"I, uh, yeah. I mean... if you're not busy... I just, uh - nevermind. Sorry. Forget I said anything."
"I didn't want to overstep, you know, it, uh- But if it's okay with you... I could do with some coffee."
Javier smiles at you gently, gauging your reaction. When you smile back hesitantly, he pushes open the door to the diner, gesturing at you to head inside.
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"What looks good, honey?"
You raise your eyes from the menu you were staring at intently to quirk your brow at Javier.
"Hmm?"
"I asked if anything looked good," he repeats kindly.
"I, um, I'm not sure. What do you recommend?"
"The peach pie," he says without hesitation.
The quick response makes you laugh, the melody of it tugging at Javier's heart strings. He realises, sadly, that he hasn't heard that sound in a hell of a long time.
"Listen, I know it's not anyone's go to," he justifies, "but it's honestly the best thing on the menu. There's nothin' like it."
"Okay," you say with complete certainty. "Peach pie it is."
JoJo is a bubbly, Southern woman with rosy cheeks and a smile that never seems to falter. She takes your orders happily, flirting with Javier like you weren't sat watching, confusion and awkwardness plastered across your face.
"You two seem close," you approach gently, trying to make conversation.
"Yeah, I know her husband. JoJo's been serving me here for at least 10 years. Peach pie, every time," he laughs.
"I'm usually a cherry pie girl. Maybe you'll convert me."
You both sip steadily at your coffees, humming in contentment at your first bites of pie. Halfway through your slice, you break the silence.
"Okay, fine. This might be the best pie I've ever had."
"I told you," he smirks. "I'll never lead you wrong, honey. Promise. Not where pie is concerned, anyway."
You finish off your slices in comfortable quiet, neither of you quite sure what to say next.
"So, uh... about tonight..." you begin nervously.
"I won't tell anyone I saw you, cariño. I swear."
You breathe a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Javi. Really."
Javi. The nickname so rarely used, it makes his heart stutter for a second.
"You're... you're not gonna ask what I was doing at that meeting?"
He tilts his head slightly, gazing at you carefully before replying.
"If you wanted to tell me, you would. I'm not gonna push you. These things take time."
He smiles like he knows. You think, maybe, he does.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything, sweetheart."
A breath. In for 4, hold for 4, out for 6.
"Was that your first meeting too?"
He shakes his head, soft curls rippling.
"I've been going for a few months. I sneak out of town every week, so I'm pretty sure Chucho thinks I'm having a secret love affair. He doesn't ask questions."
You both laugh, and JoJo's head whips up, her curiosity peaked. She's never heard Javier laugh like this. Sure, he chuckles at her jokes, but the sound doesn't usually reach the corners of the room like that.
"He'd probably love it if you were, you know. Your love life is often a topic of conversation in my house, among many others in our neighbourhood."
He scoffs, and kicks your foot under the table teasingly.
"Man, nothing happens in that damn town, does it?"
"Nothing at all. Think we're overdue a secret love affair from you, Mr Peña. It might liven things up a little."
"Shut it, you," he chuckles, rolling his eyes.
You pull the sleeves of your sweater back down over your wrists again.
"I haven't seen you in a while. Think my dad is starting to get worried, you know."
A deep crease appears between his brows abruptly, hand rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah. I've just been busy, I guess. Tryna sort my shit out," he snickers dryly, no real humour in it.
"So did you do it?"
"Hmm?"
"Sort your shit out?"
Now he laughs genuinely, bright smile gracing his cheeks.
"Absolutely fucking not."
"Man, I know the feeling," you reassure.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Your breathing speeds up slightly, eyes darting around the room. Javier notices, reaching across the booth to grab your hand. He intertwines his fingers with yours, thumb rubbing comforting patterns on your skin. You take a deep breath. In for 4, hold for 4, out for 6.
"I feel like... like I'm... uh...," he nods at you reassuringly, squeezing your hand a little tighter. "I feel like I'm drowning. I'm barely keeping my head above water at any given moment. And I'm tired, Javi. Fuck, I'm tired."
A warm, salty tear escapes you, running down your cheek. Javi leans forward and brushes it away with his thumb, big brown eyes never leaving yours.
"It's okay, cariño. You're okay," he murmurs. "I get it. God, I get it."
"You do?" you sniffle.
"I do," he confirms. "More than you could ever know. And I know how lonely it feels. But I promise you, sweetheart. You're not alone. Not anymore."
His voice is like warm honey, soothing and golden. It melts into you, releases some of the tension from your shoulders. The tightness in your chest loosens slightly, and you take a deep breath. You find the courage to look at him again, and find that he hasn't taken his eyes off you once. His gaze is like an anchor, tethering you to reality. You surprise yourself by not wanting to shy away from the intensity of it. No, you want more.
Javier lets go of your hand to trace his fingertips up your forearm. He draws patterns carefully, as if he's learning every inch of you, committing you to memory. Like he isn't sure when he'll get to touch you like this again. If he'll get to touch you like this again.
You're still looking at each other, neither of you gathering the courage to look away. It's as if Javi is reading the words off the very surface of your soul. You're not sure you've ever felt so understood in your life. It terrifies you.
Without thinking, you grab a hold of Javier's hand and raise it to your lips, kissing each of his knuckles gently. The tenderness makes his heart ache.
"Hermosa," he sighs almost wistfully.
The sound of his voice snaps you back to the present moment.
"I'm sorry," you stutter, letting go of him. "Fuck, Javi, sorry. I don't - oh, I... fuck."
"Why do you do it?" he asks.
"Do... do what?"
"Apologise for everything. Every other word out of your mouth is 'sorry'," he chuckles affectionately.
"Sorry," you mumble without thinking. You pause, registering your words. The two of you break out into laughter, clutching at your stomachs.
"Are you?"
"Am I...?"
"Are you sorry? Or do you just say it because you think people want to hear it? You can't apologise for your entire existence, cariño."
You look into those warm, chocolate eyes, and realise he's read you for filth. He's right.
"I'm not sorry," you whisper.
He quirks a brow and nods attentively, urging you to continue.
"For... for what I just did. I'm not sorry."
You're praying that he understands what you're trying to say. I'm not sorry for my tender gesture. I'm not sorry for this connection we've made. I'm not sorry for my soft heart.
"I'm not either," he replies, barely above a murmur. You hear him, clear as day.
You reach out, this time, and interlock your fingers with his across the table. His large hand envelopes yours, and he squeezes. It effects you more than it probably should.
JoJo drops a plate behind the counter, the red and white china shattering across the checkerboard floor. The smash snaps you both out of the moment, making you jump. Your heart kicks into overdrive, battering against your ribcage.
"Hermosa, it's alright. Just a plate."
You hear him, but your nervous system doesn't seem to want to cooperate. Your breaths become laboured and frantic, and your hold on Javi's hand tightens almost painfully.
"Come on, Peaches, let's get out of here. It's getting late."
Javier stands from his bench seat and pulls you up with him, never once removing his fingers from where they're locked with yours. He shoots a smile over to JoJo, who returns it with glee. The two of you walk across the parking lot, hand in hand, illuminated by the neon light of the diner's sign. The colours dance across Javier's cheekbones, reflecting off the brush of his mustache, painting the rich brown warmth of his hair. He's never looked more handsome.
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"Peaches."
"Hmm?" Javier asks from where he's leaning against the side of your car, back in the church parking lot.
"You called me Peaches. In the diner."
He nods, smirk etched on his streetlit face.
"Because of the pie."
"Because of the pie," he echoes.
"I like it," you confess quietly. "Peaches."
Javier pushes off the vehicle and stands, towering over you. Without a second thought, he brushes a thumb over your cheekbone in a featherlight touch.
"Sweet like peaches," he murmurs. "Too fuckin' sweet for a world like this one."
You look up at him, breath catching in your throat when you meet his eyes. He's gazing at you with adoration. With tenderness. With so much softness. Your knees go weak with the weight of it all.
It hits you, suddenly. The realisation.
You want to kiss him.
You want to kiss Javier Peña.
You want to kiss him more than you've ever wanted to kiss anyone in your entire life.
You're stood in the parking lot of a church on the outskirts of town with your dad's best friend and you're feeling the closest thing to happy you've felt in months.
You take a step forward, closing the gap between you. The warmth radiating from the older man settles itself in your bones, shielding you from the chill of the night. Just as you tilt your face up towards his, your phone buzzes.
Jumping apart as if you've been caught, you check your messages with shaky hands.
"It's my mom. She thinks I'm with a friend, so she's just checking in. She doesn't like it when I drive in the dark."
The mention of your mother snaps Javier out of his peachy haze.
"You should get back, cariño. It's late. Sorry for keeping you."
"Now who's apologising for no reason?"
He laughs, and you feel like you've won a gold medal. An achievement in its own right.
You climb into the drivers seat of your car, starting up the engine. Just as you're about to leave, Javi taps on the window. You roll it down.
"Same time next week, Peaches?"
"Same time next week, Javi."
You drive away with a smile on your face and a warmth in your stomach, the taste of peach still lingering on your lips. You notice that Javier drives behind you steadily, following you carefully to make sure you get home safe.
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You're staring at the ceiling.
You're plagued by insomnia.
According to the Internet, it goes hand in hand with your PTSD. You make a mental note to work up the courage to ask Tobi about it in the next meeting.
You lie in bed, watching as the sunlight slowly illuminates the room. Usually, you'll make a cup of tea, read a book, watch a TV show. Pace around the room like a caged animal. Count sheep. Do yoga. Listen to music.
Tonight, you take a different approach.
Tonight, you slip a hand under the waistband of your underwear, and replay the way Javi murmured your name in the diner on repeat.
It does the trick.
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Western Nights. The Masterlist.
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Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Javier Peña x Female Reader
Age Rating - 18+
Warnings - smut. cursing. talk and themes of PTSD and past sexual assault. brief mention of domestic abuse. age gap (but all very legal and consensual). talk of panic attacks.
Series Synopsis - You bump into Javi when you least expect it - at a late night PTSD support group in the city. The two of you decide to embark on a journey of healing together; both yourselves, and each other. Weekly meetings quickly turn into something more, and you unwittingly dive headfirst into a secret affair that seems undeniably inevitable. Soon, the question raises - is it just lust, or is it something else entirely?
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Part One.
The Playlist.
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What upcoming fics are you working on? X
let me give you a glimpse into my mind palace...
current works actually in progress -
- Western Nights part one - a dadsbestfriend!Javier Peña slowburn. small town dynamics, lots of tension, healing, forbidden/star crossed lovers, sneaking around, secret sexy times.
READ PART ONE HERE.
- Honey Girl - dadsbestfriend!Bucky Barnes soulmate au part one - a will they won't they fic set in a world where you have a soulmate assigned to you. yours turns out to be your dad's hot best friend, and the story follows the two of you as you try to navigate this revelation. lots of tension, undeniable chemistry, trying to fight the Inevitable.
READ PART ONE HERE.
works not currently actually in progress, but that will be written in the very near future -
- Clandestine part three - the fallout of your fallout with Stewy
READ PART THREE HERE.
- Another triple frontier boys x reader fic - i'm thinking of adding a poly dynamic this time, but trying to figure out the storyline exactly.
READ IT HERE.
- Jake Seresin x Bradshaw!reader - brothers best friend. involves dog tags and romantic love confessions.
- An Evan Buckley x reader x Eddie Diaz fic - i've had this idea for a while. i'm thinking firefighter!reader who works with them, the three of them are best friends, and they eventually figure out that they're actually in love with each other. lots of fluff and obliviousness and softness.
READ IT HERE.
- Luke Alvez x secret wife reader - this idea has lived in my head forever and i'm finally going to write it. friends to lovers x secret relationship vibes.
- Professor Joel Miller - maybe not a dynamic that lots of people love, but I do. secret affair, very sexy, pet names, lots of sneaking around and longing glances across rooms.
- Mickey Garcia x Nurse!Reader - you meet in the hospital. smitten lovebirds, so ridiculously soft, just so much sweetness.
READ IT HERE.
if any of these look particularly appealing to you, let me know. i always love to hear your feedback, thoughts and desires!! <3
also - i'm hoping i'll have some more time to write now things are a little less hectic. so expect to see more of me in the upcoming weeks <3
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Western Nights - Ethel Cain. The Archer - Taylor Swift. Not Strong Enough - Boygenius. Crush - Ethel Cain. Smoke Signals - Phoebe Bridgers. Barefoot in the Park- James Blake & Rosalia. Harbor - Clairo. Villain - Searows. Stonecatcher - Marcus Mumford & Phoebe Bridgers. Sophie From Church - Gerry. This is Me Trying - Taylor Swift. Wicked Game - Chris Isaak. Mariella - Khruangbin & Leon Bridges. To Love Someone Else - Avery Lynch. Room Service - Holly Humberstone.
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give these songs a listen while reading Western Nights for the full experience!! i'll add to this playlist as we go along with the series <3
read the fic here. <3
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Western Nights chapter one will be out tomorrow!!
Here's two little sneak peeks because I love you all <3
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"Was that your first meeting too?"
He shakes his head, soft curls rippling.
"I've been going for a few months. I sneak out of town every week, so I'm pretty sure Chucho thinks I'm having a secret love affair. He doesn't ask questions."
You both laugh, and JoJo's head whips up, her curiosity peaked. She's never heard Javier laugh like this. Sure, he chuckles at her jokes, but the sound doesn't usually reach the corners of the room like that.
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Javier lets go of your hand to trace his fingertips up your forearm. He draws patterns carefully, as if he's learning every inch of you, committing you to memory. Like he isn't sure when he'll get to touch you like this again. If he'll get to touch you like this again.
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I have this idea and a plan for a dad's best friend series written out, but I can't decide whether to do it with Bucky or Javi. I keep debating between the two of them, so I thought I'd ask you lovely people and get a general idea <3
I've also just figured out how to do a poll, these are very helpful actually lol
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💌 current works in progress 💌
- a dirty, filthy, bloody stucky x reader fic based on a poem by richard siken - read here.
- a dadsbestfriend!bucky x reader forbidden love affair series - this is potentially javier peña?? can't decide !!
- a jake seresin x reader fic involving dog tags and rain
- a triple frontier boys x reader fic involving first kisses and first times - read here.
- potentially a stewy hosseini x roy reader affair fic?? been thinking about this one for a while, but nothing is started yet - read here.
how do we feel about these?? are there any you'd like to see finished first / prioritised? or anything you want me to include in any? let me know!! <3
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my gorgeous angels, I have a fair few works in progress at the moment. which do we want first? what do you like the look of? which are you curious about? <3
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