-A woman used the phrase “I’m slower than Christmas,” with no context. I do not know what the holiday ever did to her but she had no reason to bring religion into the matter.
-I met an older woman sporting a phenomenal combination of a bowl cut and a mullet. I call this look a bullet and I will be appropriating it as my own.
-As I was ringing up a guest as the only cashier in the store, a cantankerous ol’ coot yelled at me, demanding I open up another lane. Whether he wished for me to conjure up a new cashier or to man two lanes at once, I do not understand where the urgency came from as he was next in line.
-A young, cheery couple came through my lane, purchasing $100 of towels each to redecorate their bathrooms while qualifying for a $25 off sale. The first purchase came up to exactly $99.99. The second, $99.88. The man happily made several round-trips to the washcloth display to even things out, and I would like to publicly applaud them simply for being the most polite couple in heterosexual history.
-The sweetest five year-old girl insisted upon unloading her mother’s cart and running her mother’s debit card all on her own to prove that she knew how to. Her need for a stepladder aside, she has displayed a level of independence and ambition I will never know, and I admire her for this.
-As an elderly woman came through my lane and went to unload her cart, she realized that it was entirely empty. She shrugged and said, in an utterly matter-of-fact tone, “I guess I didn’t buy anything,” and walked away without a care in the world.
-A man in his seventies told me of his plans to train his honeybees to bring him honey and deposit it in the mason jars he was purchasing. I would like to know what his strategy for training them was, but more importantly, what he had been using his bees for up until this point.
-As I rang up a woman in her mid-fifties, I found a face-down DVD amidst her items. Curious, I turned it over. It was a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey. The shame in her eyes told me all that I needed to know. I returned the DVD to its face-down position.
-The elderly guests I find myself surrounded with each day inspire me to return to flip phones, because then I could dramatically flip it open with a stern, “Go for Tom,” and also because the Internet is a platform for sin.
-A young girl forged an armored gauntlet out of fast food containers. This ingenuity and resourcefulness will bode well for her in the oncoming battles.
-A woman in her sixties became panicked as loud music began to surround her. “What is that? What is going on up here?” she demanded. Distraught, she tried to flee the scene, to escape the music, but it followed her wherever she went. I looked on, aghast, unsure if I should tell her that her phone was going off.
[Shoutout to @theartofimagining13 for inspiring this prompt: Jeffrey picking you up from school, and the scandal when everyone who thought he was your father, finds out he’s actually your boyfriend]
A/N: okay I’m definitely scared to post LOL but I saw a lot of people wanted this prompt written so I thought I’d give it a go! This is a AU!Jeffrey, and I hope I do this prompt justice especially since so many people got pumped for it. ENJOY 💕also just a shoutout to my awesome betas for giving me the confidence to post this piece! Xoxo if you have ideas how want this to go send me some.
Tags: 18+, daddy kink, lots of smut next chapter ;)
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“…Now I can tell by your faces that you’re all ready to get the hell out of here. I know, I know…it’s a Friday…and being indoors is the last thing you guys want. But before you leave, I just want to discuss your recent papers. I must say I was fairly disappointed in most of them…”
Professor Lincoln paced back and forth in front of the lecture hall, his piercing blue eyes staring down his students. “When discussing historic analysis, I don’t expect you to just give me the facts. I want more depth in these essays…make connections to our world today, and to previous things that have already happened. I know from our in-class discussions you are smarter than what you sound like on paper. With that in mind, I will now formally dismiss the class. Please, think about what I’ve said, and enjoy your weekend!”
He went behind his desk, each student trudged their way forward picking up their essays with a dismal look on their face. Many of them underestimated how tough he was by his cool personality. Standing in the back of the line, you nervously held your history book close to your chest with one hand, while fidgeting at the hem of your skirt with the other. You approached his desk, the sound of your black heeled ankle boots echoing in the now empty room.
“Ahhh…(Y/N)? Correct?” He leaned back against his chair, your essay secured between his fingers.
“Yes” You responded, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You saw how the girls swooned in class over him, but that isn’t what is making you feel nervous at this moment. He was the head of the History department, and you knew he was a hard man to impress. All you were praying for was at least an average grade.
You saw a small smile spread across his face, as he handed you your essay. Other than a few red marks here and there, there was a massive ‘A’ written on the top right corner. “You know, for my quietest student, you definitely know how to impress with your words” He said, his accent melodic in your ear. He crossed his leg over the other, proud to see the accomplishment on your face. “I’d like to hear you speak up more in class, and I look forward to reading your work in the future”
“Thanks Professor!”, you responded. You slid the paper between your hardcover textbook, and said your goodbye before making your way out of the classroom. You were greeted by your two closest friends, Phoebe and Regina. “And how did our nerd do on her history paper?” Phoebe asked, the three of you making your way through the hallways of the building.
“Oh please, can’t you see that look on her face? Little Miss Smartass killed it, just like I knew she would” Regina wrapped her arm around your shoulder giving it a squeeze.
The three of you made it to the outdoor courtyard. The pale grey stone laced with ivy green vines surrounded you. The gargoyles protectively scanned the skies above watching the sun hide behind the marshmallow clouds, as a gust of an early autumn breeze blew past. You snuggled in your favorite knitted white sweater, inhaling the sweet scent of fall. After ordering your drinks at the coffee kiosk, the three of you found your usual spot on the wooden benches.
You spent your last four years of high school invisible. The good girl whose head was buried in her books; that was your reputation. When you first came to university last year, you were hoping for things to be different. Despite your efforts, adjusting turned out to be harder than expected. You were trying to find your place among an eclectic group of people. It wasn’t until your second semester where things finally seemed to settle into place…in more perfect ways than you could even imagine.
“Are we still going out tomorrow night?” Regina asked, taking a sip from her latte.
“As long as we don’t go to that stuffy club on Green…” You scrunched up your face in disgust, “Oh! There’s a new tapas place that just opened, how does that sound? Some delicious food, good music?” You raised your brows suggestively in their direction.
“Yes! That sounds like fun” Phoebe added on, she glanced behind you, her eyes widening as someone caught her attention. “Julian!”
Every time Julian was around, it was a constant reminder of how vulnerable you were when you first came. You fell for his pretty boy eyes, and captivating personality. He was popular, with over half the student body fawning over him…and he liked you. The combination was hard to resist at the time. He was the reason people knew your name, your brief relationship turning into a romanticized story with a number of supporters who followed it. Somewhere along the way, you realized how wrong you were for him. Even more importantly…how wrong he was for you. You earned the reputation of being the first girl to break his heart, and he never fully recovered.
“And how are my three beautiful girls today?“ He asked, sliding next to you. The charisma in his tone prompting you to roll your eyes.
“Discussing plans for tomorrow…you should definitely join if you’re free”
You noticed him quickly glance in your direction, “Sorry, I’ve got to finish up a paper. Let me tell you, whoever said final year would be a breeze, definitely lied…” He ran his fingers through his black hair, breathing out a heavy sigh. “…I’m getting old”
HA! You nearly choked on the dark roast you swallowed. You two may have agreed to remain friends, but you could see right through him. “Age is but a number” You stated with a sage tone, bringing the cup back to your lips.
His eyes lingered on your mouth, longer than you were comfortable with before changing the subject. “Whats your next class?”.
“Art History” you answered, pressing the button on your iPhone to check the time. “…which we are going to be late to if we don’t get going”. You unlocked the phone screen, swiping right to look at the message you just received.
JD: >> Mind if we cancel dinner and stay in?
>> You make staying in sound like that’s a bad thing.
JD: >> Trust me, it works out fucking perfectly on my end.
You felt your cheeks burn reading your last message. “(Y/N)? Art History, remember?” Phoebe snapped you out of your thoughts. “Right, I’m coming”, you looped your arm under the strap of your handbag, quickly swallowing the last drop of your coffee and headed towards your group.
JD: >> What’s the name of the Roman wall that bordered Britain?
>> Hadrian’s Wall?
JD: >> It doesn’t fit, there’s a goddamn ‘P’ in there that’s throwing me off.
>> Ohhh yeah they made it a bit difficult. It’s also called Picts Wall…and are you finishing the crossword puzzle without me?!
JD: >> Relax, baby. It’s not the one you and I have been working on. How much longer do you think you’ll be?
>> 20 minutes xx
“Do you think I should invite him tomorrow night?” Regina bit her bottom lip, her deep set eyes focusing on her bright phone screen.
“Go for it!” Julian egged her on, “I know Jacob, he’s a pretty great guy”
“The more the merrier” You chimed, following your group out to the parking lot. “Let’s try and shoot for 8:00 though”
“Please tell me you’re not going to be occupying your weekend time studying” Phoebe groaned.
“On the contrary, I actually have plans, so I’ll meet up with you guys right after”
“Do you need a lift home?” Julian asked, a little eager than anticipated.
You tucked a strand of hair shyly away from your face, “Uhh…no. I actually have someone picking me up”. You haven’t exactly explained to your friends that you were in a new relationship with a guy you’ve only ever fantasized about. You didn’t mean to keep it a secret, but the subject never actually came up. You weren’t exactly going to bring it up either, as you were desperately trying to avoid the aftermath. From being invisible, to becoming the student capturing the attention of almost the entire university, you still tried to keep your life personal. You knew that most people were hoping that you and Julian would get back together and rekindle your seemingly perfect relationship. This revelation was only going to start unnecessary drama.
“Oh, we can just wait then…” He continued, hoping to spend just a few seconds longer in your presence.
“Don’t worry about” Your eyes catching onto the green truck parked in the corner of the lot under a tri-colored tree. A group of girls walking past took a double take of the driver before giggling amongst themselves. “My ride is over there”
Phoebe and Regina’s eyes followed your gaze, with Regina’s jaw almost dropping on sight. “Oh my gosh! I didn’t know your dad was picking you up!” She blurted without thinking. “I must say, he’s quite the silver fox…”
“Oh wow!Yeah, he is handsome!…I thought your parents weren’t coming until next weekend? Can we say hello?”
“Hold up, that’s your dad? He isn’t anything what I expected him to be…” Julian looked at you with curiosity, the three of them staring at the older man sitting in the driver’s seat.
Your face turned fifty shades of red. This definitely is going to be a lot harder to explain. If your friends just assumed he was your dad, most likely every other person that saw him did too. “You think he’s my father?” was all could muster up in response. You watched at how simultaneously the expression on their faces changed. “Well…who else could it be?” Phoebe asked.
You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow” You innocently brushed aside her question as you waved your fingers goodbye, strutting towards the vehicle.
He had his windows rolled down, his eyes fixated on the newspaper, tapping his pencil against the steering wheel. You rested your elbow on the window, a few students who walked past eyed you as you stood by this strange gentlemen’s car. You cleared your throat, hoping to get a reaction out of him, but instead you were received with one of his slender fingers gesturing you to wait.
“Four letters, starts with ‘R’ and it means ‘excessively abundant’” His deep voice ran straight through you as he asked his question.
“Rife…” you pursed your lips, not pleased by his response.
That killer smile spread across his face, he wrote out the word before shoving his newspaper by his side. He removed his glasses, tucking them perfectly into the pocket of his leather jacket. When he finally turned face to you, he made the blood stop flowing through your veins. “You gettin’ in or what?”
“Well, it’s nice to see you finally notice me”, you teased. You made your way around the truck, stepping into the front seat. The car smelled of fresh tobacco, a sign that he tried to sneak in a quick smoke, a nervous habit he couldn’t kick. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring the bike”
“It’s at the shop right now, I’ll have to pick it up tomorrow” His eyes scanned down your body, his tongue licking his bottom lip taking notice of your dangerously short skirt. “You look good in plaid. I must say, it is giving me a few ideas…” He winked in your direction, you could see the naughty twinkle in those hazel eyes.
“Behave, Jeffrey…” You cut him off, but it didn’t stop the goosebumps from spreading all over your body. You were tempted to tease back, but noticing the crowd of people blatantly staring at the both of you, including your group of friends, was enough to stop you from doing anything. “Want to hear something funny?”
“Does it have anything to do with why the entire goddamn campus is staring at us right now?”
You responded with a cheeky giggle, feeling silly for even mentioning it to him. “My friends all thought you were my dad”
Jeff arched his brow in your direction. “Jesus…your fuckin’ kidding me, right?”. He shook his head with slight irritation, it was cute how sensitive he felt about the age gap between you two. “Does that include your idiot ex?”
“Do I detect a hint of jealousy in your tone?” You playfully taunted.
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “Jealous? You and I both know that he can’t do any of the things that I do to you…”
“Apparently you weren’t what he was expecting…daddy” You purred, completely unaware of how erotic that sounded in Jeff’s head.
“Well fuck, sweetheart. Hearing it come from you sounds a whole lot better”. A sly grin curved his mouth upward. You felt him brush his fingers on your bare thigh, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck. Without warning, he brought your carnation pink lips onto his own. He wasn’t holding back the intensity of his kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his fingers tugged around the locks of your hair. A quiet moan escaped your lips when you felt his beard tickle your soft skin. You immediately forgot your surroundings, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck bringing him closer to your body. You could feel the heat between your legs when he brushed his other hand up teasing you by resting his hand right under the hem of your skirt. He nibbled at your bottom lip, grunting in a low, husky tone as he broke the kiss.
“You’re going to stir up quite the scandal, Dr. Morgan” you spoke breathlessly, recovering from your heightened moment.
He stroked your cheek with his thumb, “Darlin’….you knew exactly what you signed up for when you decided to get involved with a man like me”. You felt his hand graze the fabric of underwear with a light touch, maintaining eye contact with you. “Let’s get the hell out of here…” he whispered, “Daddy’s got a few things he wants to take care of”
Your body pulsed with anticipation. You could sense the glares outside penetrate through the protective barrier of the car, feeling as though everyone could hear his taboo words. The excitement of what to come ran rampant through your mind. You pressed your chest up against his arm, brushing your lips past his ear. “Does that include me?” you spoke softly, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.
He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes for the brief second your lips touched his skin. He reversed the car out of the parking lot, driving away from the plenty of jaw dropping students who surely would have a lot to say about this by Monday.