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dozing-marshmallow · 6 months ago

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Overprotective Francis meeting daughter reader's boyfriend lmao

LOL OMG I love That’s Not My Neighbour so much and I’m so so happy to have been given this request! Thank you so much ^0^, I hope you enjoyyy!

OVERPROTECTIVE! FRANCIS X DAUGHTER! READER ONE SHOT

It was 3:30 and Francis was outside your school. Despite your insistence, Francis never failed to show up at the exact same time every five days of the week to collect you from school.

On this cloudy Thursday, he saw you walking out with your class, too uncomfortably close to a young boy. That's strange. He took a few steps closer...in time to see the boy kissing your cheek.

The world had seemed to slow down, it was a horror movie. Each fibre of his body tensed up, with his bottom lip shaking in despair. The boy and you quickly departed into different ways in the crowd as the gates opened. At the sparse edges, you had distinguishly approached him, adjusting the straps of your backpack.

"Mmm... hi dad.”

Hi dad? You were just going to greet him like you hadn't just done such a serious thing? The world came back to its normal speed,"Who was that boy?" Francis asked, his voice sounding less tired than usual,“(Y/N), who was that boy?”

"Oh, that boy I was walking with? He's just a friend.” you claimed, pointing the boy out in the crowd with your attention, standing with other male students.

A friend? He wasn't stupid,“You let a friend, a boy kiss you on the cheek?”

You sighed. He’s going to find out eventually, but the confession felt way too ordinary to your hopes of it being grand like a plot twist in a movie. Stupid slip up,“Okay, fine. He’s my boyfriend. Yes, boyfriend. I’m dating him.”

Your father’s eyes widened. There it was.

Boyfriend. Relationship. Dating. His little girl had gotten herself a boyfriend, someone who she might marry and live with.

He didn't know what hurt more- the revelation or that you had tried to hide it from him. Why? Don't you know what you’re doing is wrong?

“Boyfriend? You...You have a boyfriend?” he asked, his eyes still wide like saucers,“No, no, (Y/N), what did I say? You are much too young for boyfriends.”

“Yes yes, dad, I know, you've said, but romance isn’t going to stop because you forbid it.” your reply was offensively casual.

“Because you are simply not ready for it. Mmmm, being in a relationship will take up a lot of your time and focus when you should be prioritising school. Boyfriends are not a good thing to have now, darling.” you have no idea what love means.

“Dad, do we really need to have this conversation outside my school?” you asked, lowering your voice, hoping he would follow. It was embarrassing since it was your final year of middle school and it’s not hard to tell among his interactions and his presentation that this milkman was your dad,“I stick to all your other rules, can’t you just allow this one?”

“Mmm, no.” he groaned stubbornly, (making you groan internally), his hand clenching onto the cap of his hat out of frustration,”All my rules are there for your own good. Why, my dear? Why can’t you listen to your father?”

You anxiously fiddled with your button up,“Dad, have you considered that maybe it isn’t nineteen twenty-five anymore? Men are a lot more sweet and kind and-“

“Mmm it doesn’t matter what year it is, boys are nothing but bad news, (Y/N). Especially at your age." your father began, here we go again,"They are pathetically immature delinquents whose only interest is to cause trouble and hurt the girls around them. By leading them on, making them think they love them, only to badly hurt them in the end...” his voice remained a permanent murmur, grabbing onto your hand,“I’m not letting that happen to you, (Y/N). I don’t want to hear or see any more of that relationship, okay? I forbid it, it’s over.”

You whined, tugging him back,"Daaaad, you can’t just say all boys are cruel! Sure, some of them are idiots, but that doesn’t mean all of them are! You didn’t even meet him yet! Please meet him, he’ll change your mind!”

“I don't need to meet him to know that he doesn't care about you. It's over.” he repeated, now pulling you along as easily as a full basket of milk bottles.

“You can’t explain love! Besides, you can't just tell me to ditch things like these forever! How could I learn if you constantly shut down any social experience I get?” this is a very embarrassing thing to overhear.

Your father sighed,“I know, darling. I just don’t want you to get hurt. You know how alert I’ve always been, without this crisis of these impersonators happening.”

“Yeah, those bags say it all.” you remarked, your voice hopping back to begging,“Please, dad? We can invite him over to our home for you to meet him, just for this afternoon!"

The apartment. Letting this boy know where you live? Into your personal space, snooping around the privacy of home? That was a terrible idea. But, he'd have a lot more control there than in a public setting where you could get hurt a lot more easily, whether by this beast or anything else more beastly. And he was quite curious to see what was so immense to be fussing about,“...Fine. But I’m not letting you two out of my sight together.”

Your heart leaped.

You can't believe he actually agreed!,“Thanks dad!”

The meeting was way more awkward than you thought it would be. Francis wouldn't let Michael anywhere near the kitchen or any of the bedrooms. In fact, he had locked all the doors before he allowed Michael to come in, which was something he never did, since he preferred all the doors in the apartment to be open. Currently, you three were all seated in the living room, normally made cosy by the beige cushions and peach wallpaper and carpet, now tension in its place. Michael had been sitting in the armchair, up straight the entire time with your father’s gaze never leaving him. You were seated on the sofa by your father. This felt a lot more like an interrogation than a fun simple meeting.

"So, you know my daughter from school?" Francis asked the brunette boy sitting across him, swirling his tea. His hat was off, hanging by a hallway hook, revealing his dark brown lawn of hair.

Francis had you tell him about all kinds of people that were at your school, and picking you up every day helped verify that. Francis' resilient presence would always get estranging looks from all the other kids and their mothers, but he didn’t care.

Your safety was most important.

This stray dog of a boy you had brought in, so far, had a neat appearance and sensible manners, listening and accepting.

"Yes." the candidate nodded.

"Which school?"

That threw him off guard, as noted by the crack in his voice, but he quickly assumed it to be a trick question and answered,"Uh, Richardson High?”

Francis nodded. Good,"Mmm how are you in school?"

"I'm pretty good in school, I mean, I don't really pay attention a lot-" the milkman's gaze tightened just enough for Michael to redirect his words,"But uh, I do study a lot at home so my grades are good."

Michael took the moment Francis used, to enjoy a sip of his tea, to relax and gently breathe,"Mmm... And your teachers? Do you like them?” your dad asked, clumsily setting his cup down.

Michael confirms,"Yeah yeah, they're good teachers and I listen when they talk."

"How late do your parents let you stay out?"

He's so beautiful. Even when nervous, he's still so beautiful,"Until evening, unless it's uh winter, then it really depends who I'm with or where I am."

Francis squinted. He hate being lied to,"And who do you spend time with?" it went on for a while; your father making questions, your boyfriend answering, and your father moving onto the next, a wave of uncertainty of his impression lingering with his tired lack of smile. Until conveniently, Michael had asked to use the bathroom and left the living room.

Francis wasn't concerned that he would try any funny business.

You asked him in a curiously excited manner, hands on your lap,“So dad, what do you think?”

Swirling some sugar in his tea, Francis coldly answered,“Nothing. I don’t believe anything that boy says. I don't care how honest he was, deep down, they are all the same danger.”

Your eager eye quickly died and irritation swam. What was his deal? Why was he always so quick to disapprove? At this rate, not even the top doctor would be good enough,“Dad, I know you’re worried about me, but I really do love him. He’s promised that as long as we are together, he’ll look after me and he will never make me cry-“

“Spare me, darling.” Francis cut off,“You’re not the first nor the last daughter that a boy makes empty promises to. I’m not going to take the risk and trust you with him when you can be safe all the time anyway. Boys like that are never good.” he stood up, with a yawn,“Mmmmm I don’t even trust you to cut all contact with him. So I’ll remind you that as your father, I have the right to pull you out of school whenever I like. If I hear that you are engaging with this boy in any way, that’s exactly what will happen.”

Your eyes widened. For doppelgängers, you understand. Pulling his kid out of school over one guy? Jeez, is your father dramatic or what?

He’s been like this for as long as you can remember. Never letting you get hurt, never letting you make choices with your life. Yet, that one part of you still survived to persuade you that maybe, he’s changed. Unfortunately, it seems this insane parental paranoia of his, cannot possibly not exist.

He recognised the shock on your face,“Mmm I know what I’m doing... How long have you known him for?”

The question had desiccated your romance like it was one big joke,“Uh... We started the same time of fifth grade together, so...four years?”

“Four years, mmm. And you think that’s enough for him to know how to keep you safe?” he asked rheotically, beginning to walk out, presumably to kick Michael out once he was finished in the bathroom,"Consider it over.”

You cried, leaping from your spot to grab your father's arm. You loved your boyfriend and felt it was all unfair,“Dad, please! Give him a chance! Don't do this!"

Francis paused, the bags under his eyes darkening,“This is the hard thing about being a parent. I’m not bending my decisions for your oblivion, (Y/N). You think you know what you’re doing, and it breaks my heart that you don’t understand. You can complain, but I won’t change my mind.”

You huffed, letting go to fold your arms,“I bet mom wouldn’t mind if I asked to live with her! She'd let me do what I want!”

His eyebrows crinkled. The woman who lived downstairs? Really? That wouldn't change anything,“Mmm... This tantrum over one guy? I’m just protecting you. You don’t know how harsh the world can be, darling. I’ll have a conversation with you about your behaviour today, when company is gone."

But it appeared no regurgitation was necessary as there was no Michael, his bag or shoes to be found in the hallway.

Forget a conversation. You’ve had enough.

Bonus:

It was the next day at school and it was break time. You were praying so hard last night that Michael would still love you despite your dad’s indirect rejection. And by a miracle, he did; you and him were on a playground bench, as far away from the gates as possible.

"Yeah... We got into an argument, and now I think he’s actually taking me out of school.” you explained, rocking your head back,“He can homeschool me for all I care, I'm not breaking up with you."

"We'll just have to find other ways to get around it." he replied matter-of-factly, gently patting your shoulder,"Sorry he didn't approve or that I left you like that. I didn’t mean to cause you more stress than you already had.”

Stress. You hate how perfectly the meaning fit. Meeting your partner’s parents was supposed to be fun. A little bit nerve wrecking, but it was supposed to represent a next stage of respect, for both sides,"No no, it's not your fault, Michael. It's just the whole idea of boys my father hates. He wouldn't have said yes regardless."

"Well, that makes me feel slightly better. I guess I'll just be more careful now."

You brought your head back to look at him, guilt in your eyes,"Isn't that such hard work? We can't even walk home together, and it's not fair on you to have to put up with my dad's crazy rules."

Michael shrugs,"I don’t mind, it actually gives me something to be creative for. I don’t want your dad to think he can scare me away.”

You faintly beamed,“You’re a bad influence.”

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