Sometimes absent fathers really make or break someone’s future. In your case? He definitely broke it.

He left when you needed him most, just up and walked out like you and your mother meant nothing. What the fuck kind of man does that? Seriously??

Now here you are, early adults and doing well for yourself. Why? Because you had no choice. Your mom spiraled and lost her fucking marbles, so you had to grow up quick… Real damn quick.

Which sucked, cause you didn’t get to even experience the joy of being a teenager, you just got to working and eventually landed a small role in a low budget movie.

You accumulated more fame and popularity the more you were in movies, even at such a young age… It made you feel accomplished, but not entirely.

There was a void… Which was left by your father, and I mean— How the hell could you fill that?

Well, the answer to that question was right beside you laying peacefully on your couch while you scrolled through your phone peacefully.

Miles Teller. That was the answer.

You and him costarred in a movie, which instantly brought you two closer together. He was so funny, and the sweetest man you could ever meet. He always included you in whatever he was doing.

He was gonna be casted in a movie? He wanted you in that movie too.

He wanted to go out with friends? You’re his friend too. You’re coming.

Miles was so attentive to you, even if he didn’t know the full extent of your past, he was always understanding. So fucking gentle, as if you were made from the finest porcelain.

The age gap wasn’t too big, he was only 38.

It was a quiet night, the little pitter patter of rain against the window and the faint background noise of a movie filling the living room.

You were sitting down on the couch with Miles laying, his head rested on your thigh. He looked so peaceful when he wasn’t dancing chaotically or cracking jokes that would make an entire bar bust up laughing.

His arms were crossed ever so loosely over his chest, his breath coming in a steady pace. It was only right you had your hand buried in that dark hair of his, causing him to react ever so slightly once in awhile.

“Damn hands are fantastic..” He murmurs, eyes still closed and he wasn’t gonna open them any time soon. “fuckin’ fantastic…”

Keep the praise up, Miles.