Ugh, I’m so terribly sorry, but I’m putting a temporary hold on the updating of Please F*ck My Dad chapters.
I’ll still be writing this fic, I’m still madly in love with this fic, but getting out a chapter a week is stressing me out, so I’ll continue writing it but I want to be at least four chapters ahead before I start posting chapters again.
Don’t be discouraged if you see me posting other fics, though. There are a couple of one-shots I’ve been working on, as I normally do, that are nearing completion. Me finalising them does not mean that I’ve given up on PFMD because I haven’t and I never will.
I hope to keep you all interested with:
- the final part of Hawthorn Boys’ College
- the final part of Nothing’s Carl-Proof
- the final part of The Inspiration (porn for Gardenofblueroses)
- The Ad (porn for Merrabeth)
- Hunter (angsty death fic)
For now, I’ll leave you with a teaser for the next chapter:
And it finally looked like Yev was about to tell Mickey what it was that was on his mind when the shit hit the fan. “Dad, I need to tell you — is that a hickey?”
Mickey’s first reaction was apparently the wrong one. He clasped a hand to the side of his neck, the right side since that was the side Yev could see from his point of view for the first time that day, and that told Yev everything Mickey didn’t want him to know. “What?”
“Oh my God!” the boy exclaimed. “It is!”
“I never said that.”
“No, because you should’ve said ‘well no, son, it’s not a hickey because I haven’t had anyone sucking on my neck lately’,” Yev poorly imitated his father’s voice. “The fact that you didn’t say that tells me that you’ve recently had someone sucking on your neck.”
“Did you have sex?”