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Hi, my lovely babies! Welcome to my stupid little world, where I write about stupid little stuff. ✿ If you thirst over fictional men, like I do, you are in good hands here. Have a look around and give yourself a break from your daily struggles. ♡ About Me ♡ Rules & Infos

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My babies! Some of ya'll have already guessed right - I was and probably still will be on a hiatus. I didn't expect to be away for this long and shield myself from parasocial interactions. A lot of things are going on in my life. Some are great some are incredibly problematic. The whole package triggers my anxiety and my migraines and I really had to take a break from writing, since I constantly pressured myself into creating. Sadly I am still not completely done with sorting things out, so it may take a little longer until I am ready to fully return. But I can promise you that I will continue writing, especially for my Dad!Jean x Reader series. Also thank you for all the new followers, comments and likes. Even if I literally do nothing you support me lmao I am sorry for disappearing and thank you for giving me all this love so far. <3

Hey babies! I will get back to you (in private or here) asap, but after my horrible work trip, I got sick and now I'm sleeping 90% of my time.

Guuuuuys! I‘m not dead ✨ I am currently at this never ending work trip. It ends in 3 days and then I will be ready to upload new content 😘

Guys, you can hire me now as a professional fantasy roleplay queen! 🤝😤

Y&MMT - Masterlist

Summary: Destiny works in mysterious ways, doesn't it? Never in your life, you would have imagined that losing your job and spending your last dollars on an overpriced black coffee, would drive you into your soulmate's arms. But here you are, slowly falling for the charming businessman Jean Kirschtein, while babysitting his daughter. Dad!Jean Kirschtein x Fem! Reader Genre: Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut Warnings: some chapters contain adult themes, like alcohol consumption, sexual themes, explicit description of sexual intercourse and swearing ♡ Prologue ♡ Chapter 1 ♡ Chapter 2 ♡ Chapter 3 ♡ Chapter 4 ♡ Chapter 5 ♡ Chapter 6 ♡ Chapter 7 ♡ Chapter 8 ♡ Chapter 9 ♡ Chapter 10 ♡ Chapter 11 ♡ Chapter 12 ♡ Chapter 13 ♡ Chapter 14 ♡ Chapter 15 ♡ Chapter 16 ♡ Chapter 17 ♡ Epilogue Please note that the number of chapters may vary, as I have only written the outlines of every chapter.

Summary: Destiny works in mysterious ways, doesn't it? Never in your life, you would have imagined that losing your job and spending your last dollars on an overpriced black coffee, would drive you into your soulmate's arms. But here you are, slowly falling for the charming businessman Jean Kirschtein, while babysitting his daughter. A.N. Let the slow-burn beginnnnn! LETSGOOOO! From now on expect some borderline flirting in every chapter. >:) Also, Barbara for president. Dad!Jean Kirschtein x Fem! Reader Warnings: Jean sees your tit Wordcount: 2.9 k <- Chapter 1 Chapter 2 "Let me get this straight. You want to work as a Nanny for a rich dude who almost ran you over?" Sasha Braus, your best friend since Survey High, nursed a homemade Martini while she snuggly lay on her couch. On the other hand, you paced restlessly around in her living room, clinging onto a bag of chips.  You had been staying with her for the past few days because your apartment was already empty.

It was Saturday night, and in a past life, you would be out partying, making superficial love to a stranger. Since your new job started the following day, you suggested staying home. 

"You don't even like children," the brown-haired added while taking an enormous sip of her drink.  Slightly offended, you shot back, "Oh, come on, it's not like I am horrible with them!"  Sasha chuckled. "Do you remember when I brought my niece to a brunch and you talked to her about politics? She was four!"  "Listen, Sash'. I need money. They won't even hire me for the most degrading jobs. So, that is the last resort!" While talking, you hopped onto the sofa, ripping the Martini from your friend's hand.

"I can move into his fancy mansion and my only job is to handle a three-year-old. How hard can that be?" you added proudly, gulping the rest of the alcohol down.