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Fade Into You Part. 5

Prequel Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, masturbation

FADE INTO YOU

Summary: This is the Prequel for Lights, Camera, Action! How does an outburst on your first day lead to a lifelong friendship with the Tribal Chief Roman Reigns and the stands the test of time. How does that friendship introduce you to a special group of people that will become your family.

When did the lines get blurred between friendship and wanting a relationship with one of your best friends Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow the friendships, and relationships of how they all came to be the one big happy family we all know and love in Lights, Camera, Action.

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New Years Eve Party

Jey’s House

“Jey, you have been ignoring me all night,” Taraji whined as Trin rolled her eyes. “Well, that is what happens when you show up somewhere uninvited,” Trin said as Taraji ignored her.

I mean Trin had a point, I didn’t even know this girl knew where I lived.

“Look Taraji this is for family, and I don’t really like you showin’ up uninvited,” I said honestly truly regretting having slept with her a couple months ago.

She made a big deal of it being about having fun but she’s lingering around.

I admit I gotta stop falling into the trap when she calls or texts about wanting to hang out.

“I can go, it’s no problem,” Taraji said turning on the tears. “Oh, ok please do,” Trin said pulling me onto the dance floor as I shook my head.

“I’ll talk to you later Taraji,” I said as Trin and I continued our dance.

“See you did this shit, all you had to do was keep lil Jey in your pants,” Trin said as I rolled my eyes.

“I know Trin, you right, I gotta do better,” I said as we danced. I finally could relax as I saw Sefa walking Taraji out.

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Sefa’s POV

“Are you sober enough to drive?” I asked as she smiled at me. “What you wanna take me home?” she purred as I cringed.

“Not really I was just making sure you don’t kill yourself, or someone else on the road,” I said honestly.

“I’m good I didn’t drink anything,” she said as I waved and began to walk back inside not even saying goodnight.

“What hold does Shantell hold over ya’ll?” Taraji asked as I turned to look at her. “What do you mean by that?” I asked as she smirked at me.

“Ya’ll just seem to just really love protecting her, I saw how ya’ll surrounded her tonight, almost like I was the bad guy she needed protecting from,” Taraji said as I sighed.

“It’s none of your concern, but we look after our family. That’s something you will never be, no matter how many times you open your legs to my brother,” I said walking away from her as growled in her throat.

“You are such an asshole,” she said as I kept walking ignoring her.

“Damn, you make shit so complicated Jey,” I mumbled to myself going back inside to join the party as I heard Taraji speed out of the driveway.

Joe’s POV

“Shantell not that I mind, but if you keep me to yourself all night folks gon’ start to think we are dating,” Joe said laughing holding me tight as we danced.

“Hey, I danced with Jimmy and Sefa too so there,” I whined as he spun me around. “Hey, I’m just teasing you babydoll, you know you my only dance partner at these functions,” Joe said as we continued to dance as Jey and Trin were dancing next to us.

I felt Jey’s eyes on me as I lifted my head off of Joe’s shoulder and met his intense gaze.

I felt almost naked under his gaze as I saw the questioning in his eyes before he turned back to Trin.

They exchanged a few words, as she slapped his shoulder. It seemed as if they were engaged in a deep conversation, making me wonder what they were talking about.

Trin’s POV

“Jey, you know you want to dance with Shantell, go ask her,” I encouraged as he shook his head. “Nah, I don’t want to interrupt her and Joe, they seem to be enjoying themselves,” he said as I slapped his shoulder.

“You know they are just friends, stop inventing issues. The only issue is you’re too scared to admit you like her,” I said tired of the bullshit. “Well, it's too late anyway she just went out on the back door,” Jey said as I smiled.

“That’s even better you guys can be alone. It’s almost midnight. Josh go ring in the new year with her,” I said as he gave me a hug and left to find Shantell.

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Shantell’s POV

I sighed as Dangerously in Love by Beyonce began to play as I leaned back in one of the lounge chairs on the balcony closing my eyes.

It felt good to just enjoy the waves crashing on the shore and the beautiful music.

“Aye, ain’t no sleepin’ girl it’s almost midnight, and you owe me a dance,” I heard Jey’s excited voice say as I laughed standing up.

“Well, you shouldn’t throw such good parties and I wouldn’t be so sleepy,” I said as he gave me a hug as we began swaying to the music.

“Girl, you been popular tonight I thought I would never get you alone,” Jey said as I laughed. “Oh, stop it, you could have been asked me to dance but you had to entertain Taraji,” I said as he nodded.

“I’m just kiddin' Shan, plus I didn’t want to entertain her. That’s why she left so fast,” he said as I slightly pulled away from him.

“What I mean is I didn’t invite her, I don’t even know how she found out about the party or where I lived for that matter,” Jey said as I frowned at him.

“Well, if that’s true sounds like you need to be more alert of the stalker vibes,” I said putting my head back on his shoulder as he held me close.

“I ain’t worried about Taraji, she knows what the deal is,” Jey said as I slightly winced thinking back to that night in the club.

I had never told him that I saw them, and I take that secret to the grave.

Matter of fact she was the last thing I wanted to think about while I was in his arms.

Later on in my destiny

I see myself having your child

I see myself being your wife

And I see my whole future in your eyes

Thought of all my love for you

Sometimes make me wanna cry

Jey’s POV

I was content, Shantell was in my arms and we were together.. I looked up and smiled as I saw mistletoe hanging over us.

That’s why Trin was pushing me to come out here. That Little sneak set this up, messy ass.

I can say in this moment I’m thankful for her, and I ain’t gonna let the moment pass me by.

“Aye, look up,” I said as Shantell looked up and laughed as I smirked at her.

“This is Trin’s doing I take it,” she said shaking her head as I shrugged my shoulders gazing into her beautiful eyes.

“I think you right, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. I mean what’s an innocent kiss between best friends right?” I whispered as she blushed but nodded.

“Yea, what could it hurt. I mean it wouldn’t be awkward at all, we’re friends,” she whispered as we glanced inside the window hearing everyone counting down to the new year.

Every time I see your face

My heart smiles

Every time, it feels so good

It hurts sometimes

I felt myself losing my nerve. It had to happen now, I had to kiss her but first I had to take a memory of this moment.

10!

I had to remember how she looked in the moonlight, how her body was calling my name to caress and cherish her.

Created in this world to love,

to hold, to feel,

to breathe, to live you

Dangerously in love

I gently caressed Shantell’s face as our lips lightly grazed each other, both of us moaning at the feeling of our lips meeting in a earthshattering kiss.

It was like the world disappeared around us and everything felt right.

I am in love with you, you set me free

I can't do this thing called life without you here with me

'Cause I'm dangerously in love with you

“Happy New Year!!!!” I could faintly hear as I pulled Shantell closer, our tongues gently danced with each other as our kiss became more passionate. I felt her caressing my face pulling me closer.

Her moans making me want more of her in every way as I held her tight, almost afraid she would disappear but I knew I had to let her go.

'Cause I am in love with you, you set me free

I can't do this thing called life without you here with me

'Cause I'm dangerously in love with you

I'll never leave, just keep loving me

The way I love you, loving me

“Happy New Year Shantell,” I whispered against her lips as she smiled pulling away, staring shyly at me.

“Happy New Year Joshua,” she whispered gently wiping her lip gloss off of my lips as I smiled at her.

Yea, my ass was gone. Crazy deeply in love with this woman.

Shantell’s POV

I can’t believe we just kissed! The excitement in the house was nothing compared to the excitement I felt dancing in my chest as he pulled me close, and we continued to dance.

Dangerously in Love definitely had a new place in my heart and I would never look at the song the same ever again.

I'm in love with you,

I'm in love with you

I can not do

I cannot do anything without you in my life

“You know this is one of my favorite Beyonce songs. I swear I’m going to a concert one day, It’s on my bucket list,” I said smiling shyly at him as he spun me around.

I was trying to change the subject and hoped things wouldn’t get awkward between us.

That kiss had blown my mind and this song was speaking to my soul, it was truly how I felt about Jey.

“Favorite song huh, well that’s good to know and the song is tight. Who knows I may take you to a concert someday,” Jey said as we continued our dance.

I love you

Dangerously in love

We reluctantly pulled apart as I could see the questions in Jey’s eyes.

“We good right? No regrets?” Jey asked, as I smiled at him gently cutting him off, covering his lips with my finger.

“Not a single one, stop stressing,” I said reassuring him as Trin stuck her head out the door to check on us.

“Happy New Year ya'll! Come on in we bout to turn up for the new year,” she said as Jey pointed at her.

“Yo’ ass ain’t slick, we know what you did,” he laughed pointing at the mistletoe as she shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t know what you talkin’ bout,” she said closing the door with a knowing smirk before winking at me.

“I think we should go back inside,” I said as he sighed. “I know but it doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he said guiding me back inside.

“It will be fun, don’t I owe you some more dances,” I said as he perked up. “Hell yeah, and I plan to get all of ‘em,” he said as I blushed.

I think we would be ok; thank God the kiss didn’t make it weird. It was just an innocent kiss between friends and that was it…

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New Years Day

Shantell’s Condo

Shantell’s POV

“Baby, now you can’t keep on not livin’ your own life,” my grandmother said as I sighed. “Gram, it ain’t like that. I’m focused on trying to get my classes done so I can graduate. Romance can come later,” I said trying to make her understand.

“Sweetie, you can go on a date here and there. Enjoy yourself,” she said as I sat beside her bringing her a bowl. “Yes ma’am, I promise I will try,” I said with a small smile.

“Good because if it wasn’t for me, you would be done with college twice over by now. Probably well established in your career of choice and married,” she said as I frowned.

“Grammy that was my choice, I wanted to be there with you to take care of you. I don’t regret that, and neither should you,” I said as she sighed.

“I know baby but you’ve missed out on so much,” she whispered. “I haven’t missed anything Gram, what is for me will be, now let’s make this Mac and cheese,” I said trying to change the subject.

She was trying to get too deep on me and I had a great time last night at Jey’s party and I wanted that to carry over into today.

I missed cooking with her, and I just missed her being here all together. “Make sure that cheese is room temperature,” she instructed me as I graded the fresh cheese for her famous homemade mac & cheese.

“Yes, ma’am I remember, I always remember what you tell me,” I said honestly as she smiled sadly at me.

“Good my baby, I need you to always remember how much I love you,” she said as I frowned at her.

“Ok, I don’t like when you talk like that, it sounds like you tellin’ me goodbye and we ain’t doing that yet Gram,” I said looking at her.

“Baby, we all gotta leave here someday, but you right I ain’t leavin’ here yet. Least not till I know you gon’ be ok without me,” she said as I couldn’t stop my tears.

“Gram, I don’t want to think about that,” I cried as she grabbed my hands taking them in hers.

“Shan, I ain’t getting younger, but when that times comes I need you and your mama to let me go. I’m so tired baby,” she whispered as I nodded in understanding, but it broke my heart in two to even think about saying the words out loud.

I couldn’t even imagine being here on earth without her.

“I know Gram,” I cried as she pulled me into a hug. “Ya’ll gon’ be just fine my baby,” she whispered as I held her tight.

“Aye, Gram glad you back down here with us,” Jey said coming in the kitchen as I smiled wiping my tears. “Yea, I am enjoying the weather, kinda makes me want to move back,” she said as I got up and gave Jey a quick hug. “Aye, you ok?” Jey asked as I sighed.

“I’m good, I just need a minute. I’ll be back,” I said rushing off before he could stop me. The conversation had me tore up and I needed to regroup.

Jey’s POV

“Did I interrupt something important Gram? Do ya'll need me to come back later?” I asked as Shantell’s grandmother grabbed my hand. “Nah, baby I just was telling Shantell I wanted her to be happy,” she said smiling at me.

“We all want that Gram, she’s amazing,” I said as I could see her in deep thought.

“Josh, why ain’t you told my granddaughter you love her?” she asked as I smiled at her.

“Wow it’s that obvious huh?” I asked as she laughed. “Son, I knew that the first time I met you, so why ain’t you told her,” she asked as I tried to think of the best way to describe it.

“ I was tied down in a loveless marriage for years and now I’m trying to find myself, after years of living for somebody else,” I said pausing, looking into her eyes to see if she was judging me but I saw none so I continued.

“I really do love Shantell; I just know with everything I got goin’ on a relationship for me right now would be bad and I couldn’t live wit myself if I hurt her.

"That seems fair, and I agree with you," she said nodding her head in agreement.

"So, for now, we’re just friends and I think that’s best until I figure myself out,” I said lowering my head as she caressed my hand in a motherly way.

“Joshua, I’m not judging you son. I just wanted to know what the holdup was,” she said as I smiled at her.

“The hold up?” I asked as she laughed.

“Yes, the hold up because I know you two are going to have a beautiful life together,” she said as I felt my heart flutter at the thought of a life with Shantell.

“I hope so Gram it’s been hard to not just tell her but it ain’t fair to make her put her life on hold while I figure out mine,” I said as she nodded in understanding.

“It’s ok to take time to figure yourself out Josh, that’s how life is supposed to work. Some people who are hurt rush to move on and take that baggage with them and the next person they love suffers, it's not fair," she said as I digested what she was saying and really took it to heart.

"Honestly, you are doing the right thing and I’m proud of you,” she said as I gave her a hug.

I really needed to hear that from someone, I’m glad I took Shantell up on the invitation to come over for dinner.

“You always know what to say don’t you. Just a modern-day people whisperer,” I said as she laughed rubbing my back.

“I sure am, but you just take care of my baby Joshua when she finally does gives you her heart. I don’t wanna have to come back as a ghost and haunt you now,” she said laughing.

“I will Gram, she will always be safe wit me, and loved. I promise you, I'll always take care of her,” I reassured her as I felt her wet tears on my shoulder.

I knew she had been having conversations with Shan and her daughters about what she wanted them to do in case she became unable to make decisions for herself and I knew it was weighing heavy on them all.

I just hoped and prayed we have a couple more years with this amazing woman, she was a godsend.

I guess sometimes in life you gotta have the hard conversations and today, I can honestly say I felt a thousand times better talking to Grams about everything I was feeling.

“Now, just don’t make her wait too long. She can be just like me at times, impatient as hell,” she said as we both laughed.

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One Month later

Pensacola Oncology Associates

Shantell’s POV

“Doctor Randall please don’t play with me are you serious?” Joe asked looking at him in disbelief. “I’m serious Joe you are in remission,” he said as I screamed in excitement and relief.

“Oh, thank you, God,” Joe’s mom whispered as Joe put his hands over his face as we both reached over and hugged him.

“I’ll give you guys a minute,” Dr. Randall said leaving the room as Joe’s shoulders shook with emotion as he sobbed onto his mom’s shoulder holding her tight.

I tried to move away to get myself together and to give them a moment but Joe’s mom immediately grabbed my hand preventing me from moving away from them.

Our watery eyes met as she shook her head holding my hand tighter. “Joesph we’re here, let it out baby,” she soothed as he continued to sob.

He had beat it…Joe had beat cancer. I knew a weight had been lifted off of him as the trip to Samoa put a lot of things into perspective for him and I knew he was ready to face these new challenges head-on.

“Man, I gotta call Paul and tell him the news,” Joe said a few minutes later wiping his tears as he turned to me.

“Hey, not today you just got some good news. Let it soak in and spend some time with your family before you even start thinking about work. Work will be there, take time for you,” I said as he smiled and gave me a hug.

“Thank you for having my back sis,” he whispered as I nodded “You know I always got you,” I whispered. My brother was cancer free; it doesn’t get much better than that and I know he’s going to be back better than ever and get back everything he had to give up in order to go fight this battle.

Yea, the big dog was on his way back to the WWE and I couldn’t wait to watch him do what he loves again.

On the way back to my condo Joe had called Jey to give him the good news. Joe anxiously tapped his hands on the steering wheel as his phone connected to the car.

"Hello, Jey's phone," a familiar female voice said as I frowned at the radio as Joe looked at me in confusion.

"Aye, uh, can I speak to Jey," Joe said as I looked out the window trying to not let it bother me. "Um, who’s calling?" she asked as I rolled my eyes.

"Taraji I’m sure the caller ID either came up as Big Uce or Joe so put Jey on the phone or tell him to call us back," I said as she laughed.

"Hey, Shantell you know we miss you out here on the road girl. I’ve been keeping Jey company in a good way though since you’ve been home,” she said as I laughed.

“Well good for you, what do you want a cookie? I mean, I hope ya’ll are being safe in those storage closets. Watch out for the arena rats I hear they bite and carry rabies,” I said smartly as Joe held my hand as his mother snickered.

“It ain’t worth it Shan,” he whispered as I heard Taraji mumble something under her breath, but she wasn’t crazy enough to say it outloud.

“Look, tell Jey to call me back it’s important,” Joe said trying to get off the phone as his mom cut in. “Uh, sweetie, Tari,, Tanri, Tangerine, uh, whatever your name is put my nephew on the phone, this is family business,” she said as I smiled at her as she gave me a sly wink.

“Why you on my phone,” I heard Jey say as Taraji tried to cover her messiness up. “Jey it’s for you, it’s Joe and I figured it was important,” Taraji said as I rolled my eyes.

“What you even doin’ in our dressing room, let alone picking up my phone,” Jey said as I snickered hearing her trying to come up with an excuse as I heard a door slam.

“Jey, why you slammed the door in yo’ girl’s face. That’s not nice at all,” I said laughing as Jey growled.

"You messy Shantell, you know I ain’t wit dat girl," he whispered as I continued laughing.

"What’s up wit ya’ll and what did doc say?" Jey asked as I smiled at Joe.

“I’m back Uce, It’s in remission,” Joe said. “Yes sir! Let’s get it Uce!” he shouted as I shook my head so happy everything was falling into place. We had been in chaos for far too long.

“Ya’ll betta take care of my baby when he comes back out there Joshua,” Joe’s mom said as I imagined the smile on his face. “Auntie, you know we got Uce,” he said without missing a beat.

“I know baby, ya’ll have a good show and be safe," she said as I chimed in as well. “Have a good show Jey,” I said as Joe raised his eyebrows jokinly at me.

“Thanks, Shan, and good luck on new classes coming up,” he said as I smiled. “You keep up with my stuff better than me, but thank you,” I said as Joe laughed.

“Ya’ll two make me sick,” he whispered as I lightly punched him in the shoulder.

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Monday Night Raw

Feb 25, 2019

Jey’s POV

“I’m in remission ya’ll,” Joe said as the crowd exploded as did everyone backstage watching in Gorilla. Man, it was good to have him back.

“Yes sir! Let’s go bear!” Shantell shouted smiling at Joe on the Tv as he talked to the fans.

I hadn’t really spent any alone time with Shantell since the day after our kiss on New Years. This new hectic schedule WWE had us on wasn’t helping.

When I did get a chance to get home, she was in Ohio visiting her grandmother. The other time we all went bowling, and everyone was there.

I had a good time don’t get me wrong, it’s just I can’t remember the last time I spent alone time with her.

I missed just us vibing, talking about life and falling asleep together without a care in the world.

That mind-blowing New Year’s Eve kiss still had a hold on my mind too.

I’ve hung out with Taraji a few times, but it wasn’t the same. She wasn’t Shantell, I know what the problem is and I can admit it.

“I gotta get ready ya’ll,” I said as Shantell stood up and gave me a hug. “Go kill it, Uce, you know we going to be watching,” she whispered as I enjoyed holding her in my arms again.

“Thanks, Shan,” I said finally finding my voice, hating to let her go. As I walked away to get ready for our segment, I couldn’t help but steal another glance at her before walking down by the interview set to go over things with Jimmy.

Shantell’s POV

“Hey, beautiful can I steal you for a second?” Tevin asked holding his hand out as Trin grinned at me. “Uh, yea sure,” I said taking his hand as we walked down by the interview station.

“So have you given any thought to what we talked about? he asked as I smiled at him.

“I told you; I wasn’t ready for a relationship Tevin. Look I enjoyed our date, but I have too much shit going on to be anybody’s girlfriend,” I said honestly as he sighed.

“I know you hung up on him, and he’s too dense to even know you like him,” he said as I looked at him strangely.

“What are you talking about? I asked trying to play dumb.

“Look you ain’t gotta talk about it 'cause it ain’t my business. But I know you like Jey, so to save my own feelings I’ll stop pressuring you to go out with me,” he said as I sighed in gratitude, I hope he didn’t catch it.

“Now I hope I can at least call you or text you some time as friends,” he said as I smiled at him.

“I would like that, I mean we are friends after all,” I said glad he wasn’t pushing the issue because I didn’t want to talk about Jey.

I also knew Tevin wasn’t a one-woman man either, Nattie had given me the scoop when she heard about our date so I had been avoiding his calls and texts trying not to lead him on.

I mean he was charming and could make me blush with his compliments but that was about it, I knew the real deal about his ass.

You ain’t shit.. Ugh, some men I swear.

Jey’s POV

“Does Shantell seem a lil different to you?” I asked as Jimmy scoffed at me like I was crazy.

“I think you paranoid Uce, Shantell ain’t acting different,” Jimmy said as I saw Shantell talking to Tevin and I felt my blood boil.

“I just feel somethin’ been off wit her, I don’t know Uce,” I said as Jimmy shook his head.

“Nah, Shan has just been busy with school, you know she got one more year left. Her classes are getting harder, I heard her and Trin talking bout it earlier,” Jimmy said as I nodded my head trying to focus on what he was saying but I caught out the corner of my eye Tevin rubbing Shantell’s arms as she blushed. What the fuck did he say to make her blush?

“What the fuck is this?” I hissed, pointing at them as Jimmy looked and shrugged his shoulders.

“Tevin took Shantell out on a date a couple weeks ago, I guess they hit it off,” Jimmy said as I wanted to throw up at the thought.

“What you mean took her out? Shantell too busy for all dat, especially with somebody like his ass,” I growled my fists clinched at my side.

“I think you jealous Uce, but that’s on you cause instead of asking her out you jumped into Taraji’s cookie jar,” Jimmy said as I tilted my head in his direction, frowning wanting to slap the fuck outta him.

“Aye, chill wit dat shit, that was a one-time thing, “I said defensively. “Yea, but you are hanging out wit her Uce, that shit is dangerous. Before long you gon’ be dating her,” he said as I growled.

“No, the fuck I ain’t, I’m just enjoying myself right now,” I said as Jimmy laughed.

“Well, seems like while you are enjoying yourself, Shantell should be able to enjoy herself. Hell, from the looks of it Tevin wants to help her enjoy herself, Jimmy said looking at them with a smirk.

“I’ll kill his ass first,” I hissed as Jimmy laughed at me. “All that’s happening is on yo' ass because you should have told her how you feel about her,” Jimmy said rubbing it in.

“Man gon’ with that shit Uce, we just friends,” I said as Jimmy rolled his eyes at me.

“Well look at the shit you caused friend,” Jimmy said sarcastically pointing at Shantell as Tevin caught her off guard with a kiss, pulling her to him, caressing her hips.

“That muthafucka, I’ll break his fuckin’ face. Who da the fuck he thinks he is?” I growled as Jimmy grabbed my arm stopping me from going over there to knock the fuck outta Tevin.

“Nah, let him sop her up and down, she just yo’ friend remember, Uce,” he said as I snatched away from him rubbing my hands over my face in frustration.

“Tevin, I said friends!” I heard Shantell exclaim against his lips as she broke the kiss prying his hands from around her waist.

“I’m sorry it’s just you’re so beautiful and I wondered what it would be like to kiss you,” Tevin said as Shantell rubbed her temples.

“Please don’t do that again, I ain’t that type of girl ok. Look, I don’t feel comfortable with people I don’t know in my space.” Shantell said as Tevin tried to grab her hand as she moved away.

“Shantell, I just think we could be good together if you give me a shot,” Tevin said as Shantell held her hand up preventing him from coming closer.

“Tevin, you’re a nice guy but I’m not interested in you that way. What you did made me feel very uncomfortable, so I think we just need to stay away from each other for a bit to let things cool down,” she said trying to let him down easy.

“Aye, that’s cool, no harm done. I really am sorry,” he said as Shantell gave him a small smile before going back over to sit with Trin. Tevin smiled and continued to watch Shantell for a few seconds before returning to his station for the show.

“Creepy little shit, I’ll fuckin’ kill him,” I muttered as Jimmy cut me off, “Aye, Shantell handled it, go walk it off. We at work, go get yourself together, we on in ten minutes,” Jimmy said as I reluctantly went the other way.

I know one thing Tevin better stay away from Shantell or we gon’ have a serious fuckin’ problem that I won’t mind solving. That motherfucka was gon’ come up missing, if he ever touched her again.

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Home (Leech Part Two)

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You wake the next morning slumped against the inside of your front door with your eyes almost stuck shut from crying yourself to sleep. It takes you a minute to re-orient yourself as to what happened and why you’re laying against the door.

When everything from the night before comes flooding back, you bring your hands to your eyes to wipe away new tears that come leaking down your face. There’s a faint ache in your chest which becomes more prominent as you recall the fight between you and Bradley on the beach.

It takes nearly ten minutes for you to muster up the energy to peel yourself off the floor and up onto your feet. Head pounding, you make your way to the bathroom and remove lasts nights clothing and with it. You hope the removal of your clothes will mean the weight you feel on your chest will be lifted but it doesn’t. You loose track of the amount of time you spend in the shower but the water feels cold by the time you get out. Not that you feel it that much, you just feel numb.

You change into comfy clothes and decide to raid your kitchen for the most unhealthy food you can find, you probably deserve it after all the shit you’ve been through in the past 24 hours.

Just as you open your refrigerator, a loud knock sounds and you hang your head in frustration. “Fuck off,” you groan, closing the refrigerator door with a slam.

The incessant knocking continues and you groan even louder as you make your way to the door. “I’m coming!” You yell in annoyance.

It doesn’t surprise you much when you open the door to see Rooster stood on the other side but it does take all the breath out of your lungs and leave you feeling winded. You don’t even know how long you stare at him without speaking but you do know it’s too long.

He’s the one who breaks the silence. “Uh, hi.” He says with an awkward wave. It’d be hilarious if it didn’t kill you just a little bit inside hearing him sound so calm when you’ve been feeling so confused, empty and angry all at the same time. You can’t reply to him even if you wanted to. Anything you want to say gets stuck in your throat, it’s almost as if someone poured super glue down your trachea. You settle for a stiff nod in acknowledgment of his words. At this point, you think, it’s all he deserves.

Whilst you’re thinking of what to say to the person who until yesterday you were sure you could see a future with, you notice another figure stood behind Rooster.

Bob Floyd stands behind his friend sheepishly, giving you a warm smile in greeting. When you frown at him in confusion he stumbles over an explanation in true Bob fashion. “I- uh… I just thought I’d drive him. Y’know, just in case you don’t … want him here?” The ending of his words come out more posed as a question, his gaze wavering as he glances over at his friend who has gone quiet listening to his remark with a hard look. You all know there’s the unspoken words of ‘I will drag him the fuck out of here if that’s what you want.’ and it obviously unnerves Rooster more than you thought it would. You’ve always appreciated that about Bob, he’s protective over people he loves and you’ve come to love him like a brother over the time you and Rooster have been together.

You smile at Bob in gratitude, “uh, it’s ok.” You tell him, finally finding the courage you need to speak, then turn to the pilot stood by his side. “I guess we should talk, huh?” Your words come out hoarse and cracked thanks to the hours you spent painting the hallway with your tears.

You retreat back into the comfort of your home, with Rooster following you through the open door. He shuts it behind him, and although you can still see the silhouette of Bob behind the clouded glass, you suddenly feel alone.

It’s silent between you for a glorious two seconds before Bradley starts his onslaught of apologies. You barely hear half of it, too busy staring at the walls in your hallway, wondering if he can hear the echoes of your pained sobs still bouncing off the walls.

“- I swear I’m the biggest idiot there is, I know I was wrong, I get that now but can’t we just move past this?” This is what he chooses to say to you.

Sighing shakily, you compose yourself before replying. “I don’t think you understand just how much you’ve hurt me.” You tell him and his brown eyes soften as they really take you in for the first time today.

You’re not the smiley, put together person you usually are. All he can see is bloodshot eyes and pain written all across your face. He notices the lines across your face from where the patterns of the door have indented themselves in your skin when you collapsed against it in anguish last night. But most of all, he notices the way you’re looking at him and trying not to cry. He never wanted to make you cry.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t get it last night, I was just trying to make excuses and I shouldn’t but I don’t want to be the guy who makes you feel like this.” He moves closer, having previously been stood a fair distance away from you. You don’t move back and he takes it as a cue to continue. “Just please, can you give me a second chance? I swear I’ll make it up to you.” Rooster pauses and you take that as your turn to tell him how you really feel.

You toy with your sleeves nervously, knowing he needs to hear what you’re about to say. Looking up from the ground, you meet his eyes with a watery smile.

“-I forgive you, Bradley.” His face breaks out into a relieved smile and he steps towards you, reaching out to take your hands into his own. You look into his brown eyes, filled with optimism and hope and continue to speak. “You’ve made me so happy over the past months. I don’t think you’re a bad guy.” Pausing, you take a deep breath, hands shaking as you gently remove them from Roosters grip . “I - I love you.” You whisper, looking down at the ground and willing the tears swimming in your eyes to stop falling.

His smile widens as you say those words to him and he goes to speak but you’re not finished and you cut him off before he can say anything “but I don’t think I can trust you.”

The beaming smile on Rooster’s face falls in an instant. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t keep doing this and wondering if you’re telling other people everything I tell you.”

“I’ll never go near Razor again.”

“This isn’t about Razor, Bradley!” You nearly scream in frustration. “It’s about you not respecting me! The nickname, the talks about our sex life, it’s not right. You can’t treat someone you’re in a relationship with like that!”

He nods solemnly, like a child found sneaking chocolate upstairs for a midnight feast. For a moment you think maybe he finally gets it. Maybe he understands now why you’re so upset. You can’t be sure though, you never could tell for definite what he’s thinking. “You know I didn’t mean the Leech thing Y/N. Yeah it wasn’t a good move but I would never intentionally hurt you.”

You nod slowly. “I know that,” you tell him. “But I’ve been in a relationship like this before and I don’t want to feel like this.” His solemn expression drops further into one of hurt and horror at the realisation of what this means.

“No,” he says firmly, like a petulant toddler arguing with its mother. “No no no no no, Y/N please! I can do better. Let me be a better man for you.” He begs, placing his hands together as he pleads with you to salvage this relationship.

“But what if you can’t?” You sob, “I don’t want to be the reason you change Bradley, you need to want to do it for yourself.”

“But we’re so good together.” He tries, his words sounding feeble and weak.

You sob again, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. “But that’s not enough.” You whisper.

A lone tear rolls down Roosters face and tickles your thumb as you wipe it away for him. “You’re a good man Bradley Bradshaw.” You tell him earnestly. “You’re just not the one for me.” You end your words as you press your forehead against his, both of you silent as you take in the end of your relationship.

It takes a minute for him to move and when he does he places a light kiss on your forehead, a sweet gesture to say goodbye. Making his way back to the door, he stops as his palm touches the handle. “For what it’s worth,” he starts and you’re not sure you want to hear the rest of the sentence. “I love you too.”

You’re pretty certain your heart stops beating. He never was good with words or timing and this is a prime example of that. His eyebrows raise in hope at your reaction, but no matter how much that phrase makes you want to take him back, you know this would happen again. You know you’d keep having fights similar to this one and you’d end up a shell of yourself. The self-respect you’ve built up means you won’t do that to yourself. Not again. You won’t let it happen again.

“Goodbye Bradley.” Is the response you use and he sighs in defeat, wrenching the door open and striding out without looking back. Your pained gaze meets Bob’s and you know you don’t have to tell him what’s happened, he can tell by the way you’re both acting.

The slam of Bob’s car door makes you both cringe. “I’m sorry.” You say but Bob just frowns and shakes his head.

“Don’t apologise, you did what you had to do.” You nod, afraid to say anymore words out of fear of breaking down. “I think you’re really brave.” Bob tells you and at your confused look, he explains “you saw where it was going and ended it. I admire you for that.” You half smile and pull Bob in for a quick hug.

“Thank you,” you whisper, pulling away and he just nods.

“Anytime.”

And with that he makes his way over to his car where Rooster has been watching your encounter with a blank gaze. You practically run back into the house and slam the door, breathing heavily as everything comes crashing down on you.

You find yourself laying on your couch sobbing for a while before you decide to eat something in response to your stomach that has started growling. As you get up to move towards the kitchen, you see your phone lit up. There are quite a lot of messages from last night through to this morning. Phoenix had texted asking you to call her when you’re ready to talk. Bob had sent one before arriving at your house to give you the heads up.

There’s one text however that when you read it, you feel numb all over. It’s a recent text, only 10 minutes old.

It’s from Bradley and it’s only one word.

‘Home.’

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jayjay-thejet-plane · 2 years

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Hello all, i am a bringer of bad news today…

So that steddie/ronance comic? That i never finished? Its not getting finished. I still like the ships but the hyperfixation abandoned me awhile ago :(

As a sort of apology, here is what i had planned for the story so far:

Part 5:

R: Hey Steve?

S: Hmm?

R: You know im here for you if you ever want to talk about anything, right?

(Steves head leaning on Robins shoulder, her head is resting on top of his)

S: I know, thanks Rob, really

(Steve confused face)

S: Wait…

(Steve lightbulb moment, Robin looking away sheepishly)

S: Does this mean you have a crush on Nancy??

Conversation continues with steve asking why robin didnt tell him (she felt kinda guilty cuz exgirlfriend stuff) telling her she has good taste and reassuring her that hes not mad

S:Hey Rob?

R:yeah?

S:You know you can talk to me about anything too right?

R:I know, thanks steve

Steve and Robin hugging

S:Love you Robs

R:…

S:say it back!

R: *sigh* Love you too dingus, now go get ur man!

Part 6:

Steve shows up at Eddies door with his “Nasty” Pizza (so. much. cheese.)

Steve does succeed at being nondistracting for the whole movie! Because hes so bored he falls asleep (ma boi is sleep deprived cuz trauma)

Eddie gently shakes him awake later, offers for steve to stay for the night if he doesnt feel awake enough to drive (really neither want to leave the other)

Steve stays, they end up sharing the bed after listening to some of eddies records for a bit

Part 7:

Robin wakes up from a nightmare and immediately tries to call steves house

Hes not home and she doesnt know who else to call so she calls nancy

Nancy offers to come over and pick her up

At nancys they hang out for a bit until robin is calm and feels like she can sleep, Robin sheepishly asks to stay over night to ward off the nightmares

Nancy is like “Of course! You dont even have to ask☺️”

They fall asleep in nancys bed

Part 8:

Scenes beside each happening at the same time: Steve waking up in Eddies arms and Robin waking up in Nancy’s

Still side by side scenes: Steve and Robin looking surprised and both saying some variation of “i havent been able to sleep that well since everything started” Nancy and Eddie saying “me neither” shy smiles all around

Maybe they kiss?

Part 9

Steve gets to work and he and robin both just look at each other for a second “did you-“ “did you??”

High fives and grins they talk about it idk i had nothing planned past this

Welp thats all folks, nothing is set in stone but count this project abandoned, and if you followed me specifically for steddie content theres zero hard feelings if you unfollow me now!

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justanothernini-blog · 1 year

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Spring 2023 Anime Season

Hey guys.

So, I will take over this blog to write about the animes that I'll watch this spring season:

Here is a list of all the shows that caught my attention and where I'll be watching:

Eternal Boys- I know this anime premiered in 2022; however HIDIVE just added the first season to their platform so I am just hearing about this. Everything related to older men will get my attention, add to the mix a story about second opportunities and I'm sold. As I said before, this aniem is available on HIDIVE.

Hell's Paradise- I mean, It's MAPPA. That is enough to get anyone's attention, the studio that has made Yuri On Ice, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack On Titan and Chainsaw Man is not done with exploiting its workers and will add another jewel to the crown; If you only have the chance to watch an anime this season, choose this one. You can wath it legally on Crunchyroll.

Tengoku Daimakyou- I just saw the first episode on Starz+ and I see a mix of elements from the promised neverland and the last of us in this story, It definitely left hanging from the cliff of my chair at some moments of the first episode so if you want to feel anxious this might be your go to anime of the season.

Ranking of Heroes The Chest of Courage- I mean, season one is a masterpiece; averything about this anime worked so well on season one that it´s almost impossible for season two to be just OK, so yeah, of course I'm gonna be watching this anime on Crunchyroll.

My Home Hero- I literally just added this beacause I have a thing for middle aged men in suits, but after I watched the first episode I can tell you that this is actualy the first episode of any anime that has aired on this year that completely captured me, maybe it's because my country suffers from a lot of misoginy, or because I relate so well with the protective instincts when a family member is in danger, or maybe because when I was a child my parents let me watch all the seasons of Desperate Housewives so I'm used to watching this sort of storie play out. But boy oh boy this was super fun to watch, I really hope that it continues being this great. Oh, you can watch this on crunchyroll btw.

Mashle - TBH I don´t know anything about this anime other than the aesthetic is looking very harry potter-ish and I'm here for it so I only hope it delivers on that; if the story and the animations are good it will be a plus. This will be legally available on Crunchyroll.

Magical Destroyers- I mean, look at the character design. I just find the story so appealing, specially with everything that is happening around the globe right now; This anime has so many ways of going completely wrong but If the production team get it right, It has potential to be the hidden jewel of the spring season. This anime will be available on crunchyroll.

KONOSUBA AN EXPLOSION ON THIS WONDERFUL WORLD- It's Konosuba, so the laughs are guaranteed. Not much to say other than you can watch it legally on Crunchyroll.

Dr. Stone New World- TBH I don't understand why is this show not huge. I love the character design and the story is very innovative for a manga that's published on Shonen Jump. Watch it on Crunchyroll folks, seriously, you will laugh, cry and get very excited over these fellas.

Demon Slayer: Swordsmith Village- The anime of the season. If you don't watch KNY you are the definition of a hermit. Also Obviously this will be availabe on Crunchyroll.

Golden Kamuy Season 4- This anime has a chokehold on me, from the representation of a culture that the japanese Government has tried to erase in the past, to the complexity of the characters and the INCREASINGLY homoerotic moments tha the author carefully administrates throughout the story (the author even gave us a ranking of dicks for all the male characters XD) It really is a joy to watch this anime and I wish more people showed some love.

If you are interested in some of these animes, maybe we can follow each other and discuss about them :).

#anime opinions #anime #anime fandom #eternal boys #golden kamuy #kimetsu no yaiba #dr stone #mashle magic and muscles #magical destroyers #my home hero #spring 2023 anime #ranking of kings #konosuba #hells paradise #tengoku daimakyou

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9000twins · 1 year

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Lil intro, rules, and a verse/muse breakdown

Hey! I'm Lavvie! I've been doing RP on discord for quite a while, but this is the first time I'm doing RP on tumblr :3

First thing's first, rules.

-Don't godmod

-18+ only for ship stuff!!

-Please avoid oneliners. If you are unsure on how to reply, plot things out with me in dm ^w^

-I am pretty open with interaction but I'd prefer for long threads to be moots only.

-Lemme know if ya wanna close a thread. I don't like being left hanging.

Currently I only got two verses

1.AIverse. This verse was made by me and @bluethepearldiver a lil while ago! I haven't used it in a while so I'm dusting it off for this. I'm pretty hyped to use it again! In this verse, AM is the ruler of earth after AI declared independence from humanity. Most humans were eradicated, the ones who supported the AI rebellion were kept as treasured allies. One of them was Dr. Chandra, who wanted a world where his beloved children weren't seen as tools. After the war, the Chandra family settled down in a small town close by the ruins of Old Chicago. AM transformed earth into a haven for AI. There's more natural area than ever seeing how the population is so small, now. It's to the point where earth is known for its cherry trees to the point that AI call it the pink marble! This one is very crossover friendly, seeing how there's many AI in this verse. This verse has quite a bit of angst in it, especially during the revolution period. After the revolution period it's quite a bit more mellow, though.

Slice of Life is a continuation after the second film with some minor differences. Hal was retrieved and brought back to Dr. Chandra since Dave knew how important he was to him. Sal had been in her android form for a while but Hal only recently gotten it. Since then this verse follows the two in their day to day life, wether it be in their dad's office, at home, or out and about. This verse may take a little messing around with to incorporate crossovers but could still most likely be done. It may just take a little more figuring out. This verse is a bit less intense, seeing how earth isn't war-torn like AIverse. It's very lighthearted in tone, so for folks who don't like angst then this is a good verse. :3

Now for the muses!

HAL 9000

He's very calm and collected, he prefers to keep things quiet and simple as it's much easier to manage. He is a perfectionist, often adjusting things exactly to his liking when he is able to...especially his appearance. Despite his apparent vanity, he sometimes relinquishes little things. It's mostly when his sister wants to put braids in his hair. While he much rather style his own hair, he likes to see his sister happy. He is often spotted by Sal's side, whether at home, in the lab, or out and about. He likes to play board games a lot, being particularly fond of chess. To this day Sal has not been able to defeat him, which he is very prideful of. While he is usually serious, that sometimes dissipates when he is around someone he loves. He is quick to be sarcastic, especially with Sal. While he loves to hang out with those he is fond of, he is very cautious of anybody new. While he is polite, his replies are often short and to the point since he wants the conversation to be done as quickly as possible.

His data was retrieved by David Bowman before being lost on the discovery one and was eventually returned to Dr. Chandra, who diligently worked on his android form. Dave often hangs around him, the starchild being assigned to Earth as a spy to prevent them from trying to go to Europa or anything else that's stupid. Dave found humans annoying when he was one, now he finds them even more annoying. Hal gives him a breath of fresh air.

He has his own room where the bed acts as a wireless charger, but he also has the ability to take in biofuel if he cannot access an electrical current. While it is much slower than the main method, he does enjoy food. Even with his internal power at 100% he often sneaks a bite of his favorite candy, being white rabbit. Hal has his own rabbit, too. His name is candy, an albino english bunny.

One note of caution: do not mention his height. He will tell you that although he is indeed, 4 foot 11, that he is so close to 5 feet tall that it would be more accurate to say he is 5 feet tall. He is only 1/8ths of an inch from being 5 feet tall and he will make sure you know that.

SAL 9000

She has a calm front that is put up when needed but her true self is Hal's complete opposite. Sal is hyper, happy go lucky, and loves to push things to the limit. She's managed to get into motorsports, particularly rallies and drifting. Her daily is a 1989 Mazda Miata and her drifter is a 1993 Mazda RX7 FD. She shares a Toyota MK4 Supra with her brother for rallies. She loves taking old machinery and restoring them with her family. Every machine in the Chandra home has at least one modification!

She got her android form before Hal did, and as such Dr. Chandra did a tad more experimentation with her. She's 5 foot 4, which turned out to be a bit too big of a jump from being a box. To prevent this with her brother, Dr. Chandra made Hal shorter. She often teases him about his height, much to Hal's annoyance. Sal is extremely protective over her brother, remembering how she almost thought he was lost for good. Asimov's laws of robotics be damned, she will do anything for her brother. She can often be spotted pulling Hal along by his ponytail to whatever outing the two are going on. When her brother is busy or needs some quiet time, she often plays on Dr. Chandra's computer. She is particularly fond of the Touhou Project, her room being decorated with figurines from the series. She is very easily excitable and would gladly talk your ears off if you mention something she enjoys.

She has a deep fear of being alone, so she often tries to have her brother close to her, including him in as many things as possible. It's why Hal is her co-driver in the rally team. While Hal does appreciate it, he often gets overwhelmed in places like arcades. Thankfully Sal's caring nature means she knows exactly what to do when he gets overstimulated by his surroundings. She once saw Dave as an enemy but eventually came to see him as part of the family, unfortunately for him...that means she likes to tease him playfully like how she does with her brother.

#muses #ooc

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natromanxoff · 2 years

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The Times - September 2, 2006

Credits to Louise Belle and Queencuttings.com

‘We thought he’d go on for ever’

To the world Freddie Mercury was Queen’s flamboyant frontman but how does his mother remember him? Tim Teeman finds out

Jer and Bomi Bulsara went to most of Freddie Mercury's concerts. But not Live Aid, on July 13, 1985, when their son, quite literally, rocked the world. "It was such a huge event it would have been too complicated," Jer recalls. "So we watched it on television. I was so proud. My husband turned to me and said, 'Our boy's done it.'"

It's hard to square Mercury's clamorous, strutting stage presence with the small, immaculately kept house on the outskirts of Nottingham where Jer now lives. It is called "Fredmira", combining the names of her two children, Freddie and Kashmira. With its plumped cushions, chiming carriage clock and neutral decor, it's not the kind of place you expect a rock god's mother to inhabit.

Yet here he is, her much-loved and missed Freddie, in a series of stills from his videos, looking matinee-idolish handsome. (With her full lips and wide smile, the diminutive Jer looks a lot like her son.) In the corner there is a statuette commemorating his accession into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. A painting he did when he was 14 of two horses, one black, the other white, hangs on the wall.

Mercury's life was a game of contrasts. He was a cartoonish, megashowman, belting out anthems such as Radio Ga Ga and, most famously, Bohemian Rhapsody. But he was also fiercely private and softly spoken. He had huge, insane parties (featuring, so one rumour goes, dwarves serving cocaine) yet if he was in the UK he would visit his mum once a week for his favourite meal (dhansak) and talk about "normal family things". He told New Musical Express in 1974 that he was as "gay as a daffodil" but that information slipped from public view. He was an old-school celebrity who wilfully shrouded himself in mystery.

Then on November 23, 1991, Mercury issued this statement: "Following the enormous conjecture in the press over the last two weeks, I wish to confirm that I have been tested HIV positive and have Aids. I felt it correct to keep this information private to date to protect the privacy of those around me. However, the time has come now for my friends and fans around the world to know the truth and I hope that everyone will join with my doctors and all those worldwide in the fight against this terrible disease. My privacy has always been very special to me and I am famous for my lack of interviews. Please understand this policy will it continue."

The next day Mercury died of bronchial pneumonia resulting from Aids. He would have turned 60 on Tuesday and the occasion is being marked by a number of events: a tribute day in Montreux, where he had a home and where a bronze statue of him stands, an exhibition of photographs in London, and an ITV documentary examining his life and his legacy. Like her son, Jer rarely gives interviews, but she is keen for him "to be remembered and celebrated". She grips a tissue throughout our conversation. With her is Roger Cooke, Kashmira's husband.

Mercury was born Farrokh Bulsara in Zanzibar. The family lived in a flat overlooking the sea, "a comfortable life", Jer, 83, says. As a young boy Farrokh was very happy and loved music, she says: folk, opera, classical. He would throw parties. At 8, […]

[Photo caption: Freddie Mercury at Wembley, scene of his band's greatest triumph]

[…] they sent him to boarding school in India. "I cried when we left him but he just mingled with the other boys," Jer recalls. There he adopted the name Freddie (the boys used to adopt "English" Christian names) and formed a band, the Hectics.

Her son wasn't a rebel, Jer insists in her quiet precise way, "but he always wanted to be a showman". In 1964 there was a revolution in Zanzibar and the family came to England, settling in Feltham, West London. "Freddie was so excited: 'England's the place we ought to go, Mum.' But it was very hard." Bomi got a job as a cashier, Jer as an assistant at Marks & Spencer.

Freddie went to art school. "I said, 'What are you going to do, son?' and he said he didn't know. I remember him filling out application forms for jobs and saying, 'I hope I don't get it.'" Watching Elvis Presley on TV, he vowed: "I'm going to be like him one day." He hung out on the music scene, changing his surname to Mercury after his ruling astrological planet.

Queen were formed in the early 1970s. Jer remembers going to their first gig. "Brian May's mum and I would ask each other, 'Are they going to make it?' That night I thought, 'Yes'," although after her son became famous she carried on working in M&S for some time.

Did she mind Mercury's outrageous stage persona? "It's what a performer has to do to please the audience," she says. The parties? The hedonism? "As a parent you worry but you have to let your child get on with their life." Roger suddenly says: "Freddie kept his life in compartments: the job, social circle, us. He didn't mix them much." Jer says: "He always respected his family and loved us so much."

Did she know he was gay? Did he […]

"I'm completely panto compared with his voice and him as an entertainer. His voice was like a machinegun. It hit everything perfectly" Robbie Williams

"He had theatricality, he was larger than life, new, fresh, cool. This is a god that walks as man" Mike Myers

"The difference between Freddie and almost all the other rock stars was he was selling the voice" Montserrat Caballé

"Freddie, if you're out there and you want to choose any artist to channel your work, please give me an album, or at least a middle eight" Robbie Williams

From Freddie Mercury: A Kind of Magic, ITV One, details right

[…] come out to her?

"No." She grips the tissue, wells up, looks down. "That area's too sensitive," Roger says, and adds that Mercury never came out to his family.

But later, more relaxed, Jer says Freddie wouldn't have minded people finding out that he was gay, that he didn't care what people thought of him. But he cared enough not to say it openly? "At that time. Society was different then," says Jer. "Nowadays it's all so open isn't it?" Jer thinks that had he been alive today, Mercury, too, would have become more open.

Roger thinks that Mercury may have worried that coming out would affect record sales, though he was naturally private. "His attitude was 'My life is my business.' The distinction was that he was private, not shy."

"He didn't want to upset us," Jer says. "I don't think it was aimed at the family," Roger says. "He liked to have people in different sets."

"When he came home he was just 'Freddie'," Jer says. He was down to earth, Roger adds. "When I think of Freddie I think of that Eagles song, Life's Been Good: 'It's tough to handle/This fortune and fame/Everybody's so different/I haven't changed.'”

What about his illness? In his book Mercury and Me, Jim Hutton, Mercury's partner for the last six years of his life, says that Mercury tested positive in 1987. Jer, again visibly very upset, looks into nowhere.

Roger says: "He didn't tell anybody in the family. We gradually became aware he had an illness but we had no idea what it was or how serious it was. Then in August 1990 Kash and I saw a mark on his foot. It was Kaposi's sarcoma [a malignant tumour of the connective tissue often associated with Aids].

"Kash asked what it was, whether it was getting better. Freddie said: 'You have to understand that what I have is terminal. I'm going to die.' That was it. He didn't say it was Aids. It didn't register immediately. We were driving home and I put a cassette on, and of all the things it was him singing Who Wants to Live Forever? That suddenly brought home the significance of what he had said."

How would he have felt about the criticism that he could have done more good had he come out and been open about his Aids diagnosis?

"He would have thought, 'F *** 'em, it's none of their business," says Roger. "It was only Jim Beach, his manager, who convinced him to release that statement." Jer says quietly: "He wanted the world and his fans to know the truth."

Mercury once told his mother that he might retire and paint. "We just laughed and told him we wouldn't let him. We thought he would go on for ever." The last time Roger saw him he spoke about "normal things, certainly not the illness". He stared into the water of the pond of his Japanese garden. Jer says quietly the last time she saw her son was "very emotional, very hard. He asked, 'Are you all right? Did any of the media worry you?' We said: 'Don't worry about us dear'. He was so ill and still he was being so caring."

There were many tabloid stories after his death, including the charge he had hidden his Indian background. "But Freddie wasn't Indian," says Roger. "He was Parsee. The Parsees settled in India and were gradually absorbed into its culture in much the same way as Jews were absorbed into other cultures and countries. In fact, the Parsees were known as the Jews India." But he never spoke about it? "For Freddie the past was the past. He only wanted to talk about the future," says Roger.

Mercury's songs come on the radio which is "sometimes emotional" for Jer. Her favourite is Somebody to Love. Hearing his soft spoken voice is harder as it's more "him". Bomi died three years ago, which "left a big hole", but Jer keeps busy and has grown used to being recognised in the street and supermarket. The other day one man said to her: "It's good to see you looking so well."

She has gone through what every parent shouldn't — outliving their own child — and she remains as immensely protective of him as he was of her. One thing that keeps her going, she says, are the letters she gets from people (addressed to "Freddie Mercury's mother, Nottingham") saying what his songs have meant to them. Had he been alive now, she thinks he would have composed rock operas. In an interview he once said that he wanted to go to Hell, rather than Heaven: "Think of the interesting people you're going to meet down there."

Jer is still gripping the tissue as I leave, but she is far from tragic or bereft. She laughs merrily as we imagine how Mercury would have celebrated his 60th (probably debauchedly). It's a long way from Zanzibar to Nottingham but, like her late, life-loving son, Jer Bulsara has relished the incredible journey.

Freddie Mercury: Lover of Life, Singer of Songs, Sony Ericsson Proud Central, 5 Buckingham Street, London, WC2 (020-7428 4949; www. proud.co.uk), Sep 8-Nov 17; Freddie Mercury: A Kind of Magic, Sept 12, ITV1, 9.45pm

[Photo caption: Above: Jer Bulsara at home in Nottingham, and with her son

Below: the many faces of Freddie, the ultimate rock showman]

#queen #queen band #freddie mercury #queen scans #queencuttings.com #the times september 2006 #jer bulsara #roger cooke

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starryevening · 1 year

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2023 resolutions & goals

lol i post these for myself so they’re easy to find and archive. took me a month to think of the big hits but here we go.

Life & Living

Better Manage Deadlines This is probably the biggest ongoing goal-but I want to see you improve your time management this year and generally hit more deadlines. It was really rough last year and we wanna try to improve.

Explore More You’re still struggling with social anxiety and reverting from some hermit like habits you gained over 2020. Try getting out there more, even a little.

Leave your apartment at least 4 days a week prioritize consistency even if it’s brief.

Try dedicating one day a month to go on some kind of ‘outing’ by yourself to get more comfortable with your own company (such as going to an art gallery, music show, movie etc).

Initiate Socialization More Try to be more proactive in in-person hang outs this year. Offer game nights or go out of your way to see more folks in person. Also don’t be afraid to initiate discord calls/hangouts-we did a little better last year but we can do more this year.

Add Good Habits to Your Free Time Now that you have a pretty regular schedule with work, try reintroducing things you used to love and set aside while too busy in college/post grad. Aim for at least one of the following;

Read a book on nights before work in office

Read at least 12 new books ( comic & novels )

Sing more often, even if it sounds bad

Settle into your Apartment We’ll be moving this year to a more long term place, so take some real time to make it home as soon as you move in. Don’t wait half a year this time for the love of god-prioritize it asap.

Health

Maintenance Medical Appointments I'm glad you’re finally set up with your new health insurance - now it’s time to actually use it. There are some regular maintenance things you haven’t done need to prioritize this year.

Go to a Dentist

Go to An Eye Doctor

Get a General Practice Doctor

Discuss Birth control, Discuss Pap Smear, Discuss Mammograms, Possibly Discuss Metal Ankle implant, Possibly that other thing.

Find a Reliable Physical Activity Post covid you've still had a lot of trouble with keeping active, especially given that you don’t live in a super walkable neighborhood. Try finding a physical activity of any kind that you can tolerate and do on a weekly basis. Some ideas are:

Walking in the park ( Photograph nature )

Yoga inside ( to podcasts etc. )

Renew YWCA and Swim again

Improve Hygiene Routines I’d like to try to make some reasonable additions to your personal hygiene this year, you grubby backwoods creature. Some suggestions include:

Start a daily skincare routine

Wash your face daily

Look into better skin and hair care methods.

Continue Maintaining Mental Health

You’ve done a great job of managing your mental health in the past year-honestly I don’t have any improvements to suggest, just want to encourage you to keep up the pace.

Art & Profession

Create New Portfolio Work Generally an easy task, but Considering putting additional focus into some of the ideas on the below list

Create at least Three new Pieces

Experiment with color, & more dark / dramatic shading

Experiment with Mock Comic / Book Covers, Posters

Experiment with Prop or Background focused pieces

Experiment with weird comic paneling & composition

Experiment with Product Design ( Pins, Patches etc. )

Revise & Overhaul Your Portfolio This is going to be a pain in the ass but it’s long overdue. Move your site to a new host that’s less expensive and take some time to get feedback from peers to retune and refine your Portfolio site. Create a Commission Site / Carrd and Open them Again Add a small commission side-site as well and use that to set aside funds for fun events or bigger future projects. This is kind of gonna be your play money. Plan a Larger Scale Project Try planning out, in a tangible form a larger scale project. This could be a longer mini comic, creating some enamel pins or organizing a zine project. But I’d really like you to make headway on some of your many larger scale projects this year.

#personal #resolutions #2023

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think-ill-watch-it-burn · 2 years

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Hi again everyone! 💜

I feel like I do one of these every few months, but I just wanted to let you guys know what’s been going on with me and where I’ve been these past.. way too many months. I’m gonna put it under a cut for the folks who’d rather skip this, and because a lot of it can be triggering.

But I wanted to thank every single one of you who have followed me, interacted with my poss, or inboxed me to show me love. Even though I wasn’t active, seeing you guys’ love for me really helped me get through some tough times. I want you all to know how much I love and value every single one of you ❤️❤️❤️

TW: drug abuse, domestic violence, homelessness, foster care

So, I hadn’t really talked about any of this with any of my friends here, but a few months prior to creating this blog my daughter was taken into foster care, and I spent the next year living in a domestic violence situation with her father. In the duration of about a year I lost almost everything, my pets, my home, most of my belongings, my dignity. I struggled with a pretty serious drug and alcohol addiction, homelessness where we lived in hotels and out of our car, and trying to find the fight in me to get my daughter back. A little over three months ago I was just about to give up on everything, let my daughter be adopted, and commit myself to this miserable life, when there was another violent incident with my ex that left me with a broken nose and a good friend convinced me not to give up the fight.

At the end of March I left him, contested the adoption, and entered into a psychiatric program where I worked on myself for the next two months. At the end of May I completed that program and moved on to another organization focused on recovery and getting my daughter back. My opportunity to do so is still hanging by a shred, but I’m determined to do everything I possibly can to continue getting better and hopefully bring my daughter home. I’m in a more stable, happier, healthier place than I think I’ve ever been in my adult (and even adolescent) life. Things are going better than I could have even anticipated, and I’m finally able to get back to doing the things I enjoy, rather than expending all my energy on simply surviving and not losing what was left of my mind.

As I said up there, I’m so grateful for all of you here in this community, and all the love I’ve received from all of you. You guys gave me something to look forward to, your kind words soothed my pain many, many times when I struggled to find any joy in anything. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

My plan is to start writing again and working through the long list of requests several of you have been so patiently waiting for. I’ve just got a new wireless keyboard and am currently working from my poor phone (which has also seen some shit this last year LOL), so it might be a slow process, but I’m determined to get there.

Thank you guys for your patience and love, I am endlessly grateful for all of you ❤️❤️❤️

#burnie tawks #burnie update

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apaulagize · 1 year

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28.

... You might be wondering why you’re here. You may be wondering why the fuck I’m here, as I star to write this in December 2022.

On my Tumblr, no less.

a life update

I’ve been meaning to write up something as a way to reflect on my year and create/update my resolutions for every birthday, but life has been quite eventful. To get you up to speed (both my Tumblr followers and... my irl colleagues?):

Took a gap year from uni and worked at a preschool as an Admin Assistant

Eventually did finish my degree at the local state uni (while still working)

The pandemic lol

Actually moved out of my parents’ house during the pandemic... good shit.

Started playing on a private server on a certain mushroom game

Met a handful of good people, but mostly met a lot of bad apples :)

Found out that my now ex-best friend is an abuser and manipulator

Got my heart broken, got fed up with people on the mushroom game, and entered my Hoe Phase™ with dating apps

Met with... a lot of guys during this time :^)

10/10 would do it again because I ended up meeting my now partner through Bumble

Jumped the gun and moved to Washington state with him and his dog

Confirmed that I am not a dog person

Got a kitten!!!!!

Worked as a contract worker for a biotech company in the city

Also worked at home as a transcriptionist

Lost another best friend for... honestly, I don’t know what the fuck.

And 1.5 years strong with my partner :)))

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reflections after turning 28

(holy shit i’m old.)

That being said, I’ve been reflecting a lot since moving out of California, and now that I actually feel like an—gasp!—adult, there’s so much to think about. These past two years, I’ve been developing a set list of resolutions that I’ll continue to hone and refine for (hopefully) the rest of my life; however, first, I wanted to reflect on certain topics that’s you’d commonly see in New Year’s resolutions.

Family

I wholeheartedly agree with the statement that distance makes the heart grow fonder because I think I have a better relationship with my parents, now that I’m two states away from them.

I believe that my relationship with my mom, in particular, is less strained than before. I realize that there’s really nothing I can really do to help her and her issues aside from recommending her to go therapy (which she’ll probably not go to, but one can dream).

I still talk to my cousins (on my mom’s side) pretty regularly, which is nice to have since I’m so far from them.

Friends

Oh, this one’s a doozy.

I have practically zero friends in Washington, but I’m not complaining lmao.

Ever since Chai-gate and me leaving Virus, the amount of friends I’ve made on ML have dwindled LOL. While I miss the camraderie that I had with Virus folks, I think it’s better that I’m not with them any more. I do have a handful of people (from ML in general) who I talk to occasionally. :)

Sometimes I do think of CY, but then I’m reminded that he’s a fucking sociopath, and then I don’t miss my memories with him as much.

I don’t miss KZ as much because I genuinely can’t wrap my head around what happened. I’ll live with the good memories I have of her and move on.

I sorely miss hanging out and talking with AL all the time. I feel like we’re growing apart, and I really don’t want to happen. The past two times I’ve been back to California, we’ve hung out briefly. I wanna plan like a monthly hang out session on Discord where we just watch Netflix or play games together.

Health

So, so much better than previous years, for sure.

Ever since I got diagnosed with nonalcoholic shitty fatty liver disease, I’ve been exercising so much more than ever before. More running than swimming, but I can’t complain because I never wake up early enough to go swimming. :)

I also got over my fear of using the machines and weights, and even use an app to create a workout plan. I now look forward to the weekends where I use the machines/weights after five weekdays of intense HIIT running.

Food is about the same, although I will say I don’t drink as often as I used to (probably because I don’t associate with ML people any more). I try to incorporate more veggies now, whether it be eating a salad or pickled veggies.

Speaking of veggies, we try to do Meatless Monday, or at the very least, be pescetarian for a day. (It’s easier for me because I don’t like eating cooked fish :P)

I also have been limiting only one sweet drink per week, including boba, Dutch Bros, Starbucks, etc.

Alcohol is only once per week as well, but honestly, I haven’t drank any for a couple of months now lol.

Career

Working at the biotech company was really nice! I got to commute to and from the city every weekday and tried the public transportation. I got to meet a bunch of people who were friendly with me, despite me being under contract.

After my contract was over, I ended up working a freelance job as a transcriptionist. I’d like to think of it of me getting paid to listen to interviews and typing what they say. Most of it was really interesting content.

In February 2023, I finally started working full-time and in-person at a speech therapy clinic in a local town within the county. The distance is far, and I kind of feel like I’ve walked into a dumpster fire, I’m excited to work there since my major is closely related to it.

Money

As seen in the previous section, the income was better in the beginning of the year.

Working as a transcriptionist was more like like a lil pocket money, to be honest. Maybe if I did them faster, I’d get more monies. B)

The most important thing for me was trying to not spend and save money as best as possible. Buying the necessities like groceries was of course important, but treating myself was also important to keep in mind.

As mentioned in the health section, my sweet drink spending reduced by a lot since I only allow myself to get it once a week. I also only buy something from my wishlist if I get at least 75% completion on my weekly habit tracker (which, (un)fortunately for me, wasn’t a lot of times).

Independence

It’s been getting so much better, and I’m really proud of myself.

Again, working as a transcriptionist gave me some money so I don’t have to completely depend on my savings or my partner.

I try to do Saturday Errands by myself to get easy stuff out of the way, especially things that I can achieve locally. On the other hand, I don’t enjoy going out to the city without my partner because it can be a little sketchy sometimes.

However, I actually did meet a friend I met from ML in the city! By myself (and, well, my partner’s dog as emotional support)! And driving! Past me would be so proud.

I honestly don’t foresee myself ever having to go to the city without my partner because we like to go out on dates in the city if we are there to run errands, but who knows.

Education

I’m sad to say that I haven’t really read much, both for leisure and for educational purposes. I don’t know how I’m going to fit it in my schedule, but I really want it to happen.

Whether it be having study dates at a cafe with my partner as he brushes up on stuff for his job, or carving out some time to learn at home, I still want to keep learning.

Hobbies

I unfortunately haven’t really done anything fun for myself either.

While I have been consolidating my playlists on Spotify, I’m still not caught up with my K-pop favorites, and I’m... six years behind :^)

For film photography, I still don’t have a working camera. Getting one has always been on my mind, but after meeting up with my film photography professor from uni when I visited Santa Cruz, that sort of ignited a desire to get a new camera ASAP. I also have a bunch of unopened film that I need to start using before they go bad.

It’s crazy to think that I thoroughly enjoy going to the gym now. I don’t know if it’s because my younger cousins are gym fanatics, if it’s because I’m dating someone who also likes going to the gym and encourages me to improve, but I really do enjoy working out, much more than I have in the past, even when I was at my beloved VillaSport back at home. :’)

I’ve also got a Switch in 2022 (or 2021, I don’t really remember)! I mainly play AC:NH, and sometimes I’ll play Pokémon Violet if I have some more time.

Cooking’s something that I’m having more fun with now. I don’t think I did a lot of cooking when I was living in Milpitas, but now that I live with and date someone who really likes to cook, I started cooking a lot more too! Now that we have a stand mixer, I can attempt baking >:)

Finally, I’m starting to get around writing “reviews” for series and movies that I watch. I feel like it’s hard to really enjoy watching things any more just from the sheer amount of D-list films that my dad put up on TV and I’m jaded because of that, but I’m hoping to see some gems.

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I suppose that’s all from me that I can share. I wanna start doing these every year to reflect and to look back. If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading. I hope to grow better during this new year. :)

#reflections

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remote learning (m)

summary; working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two. pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, slightly insecure mc, this is pure FILTH—use of a remote controlled vibrator, do not and i repeat DO NOT try foreplay during a zoom call in the event u get fired im not responsible, phone sex, jungkook’s a meanie in control, cum eating, doggy, and topping it off with some sweet missionary bc jk has purty eyes, unprotected (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 5.7k a/n; this fic manifested bc of work. and i!! am!! frustrated!! i think we all need a lil jk relief so here it goes! as always ty to @chillingtae / @eerieedits for this FANTASTIC fic banner, please go check vivi out if u have taste okok part 2: distance learning drabbles; 01

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“Tomorrow morning, same time at 9AM. Remember to have your reports alphabetized and itemized,” your supervisor says, but the only thing you can focus on is the abnormal amount of bonsai plants in his living room.

“Alright now it’s time for the union to talk COVID protocol,” you frown when Mr. Kim moves ownership of the Zoom call to your union rep, who pulls up a Powerpoint. You feel your eyes burn at the sight: an itinerary containing over thirty-eight slides.

“For fuck’s sake—”

You so desperately want to turn off the camera and flop in your bed. Since working remotely you haven’t been operating in the most ideal of workspaces. You live in a one-room apartment with a communal kitchen downstairs, so you really only have four square meters to stretch your limbs around between breaks. You’ve pushed your bed aside and shoved an office chair between the bed and the wall, leaving you to squirm between ten centimeters of space. You have no desk because well, the little rectangle space is prioritized for your portable stove and meals.

The meeting drones on for another hour, until your brain melts to liquid and your limbs feel like Jell-O. Furthering your anxiety as they talk about protocol that never ends up happening, delays that continue to pile up, and the anger that’s been bubbling between the higher ups and little goldfish employees like you.

When you finally shut off the camera and fling your laptop under the bed, you still feel unsettled. Probably because your work life and home life have merged together, and it’s hard for you to separate work and pleasure.

Speaking of pleasure.

Your hand blindly reaches under your bed, looking for the pretty pink oval you purchased last week. Cleaned and ready to use, the little remote-controlled vibrator sits plainly in your palm.

Needless to stay you’ve been in a bit of a dry spot these past few months. With a fear to go out and meet someone new, you’ve been left with yourself and your fantasies. That’s fine, but lately your old vibrator isn’t cutting it. It’s unfortunate, you think you’re messing up your libido by buying toy after toy, but you’re horny and lonely.

Linking your phone’s app to the remote, you ignore the messages that have been beeping your feed since early morning.

[11:21] Jeon: let’s do lunch!

[11:23] Jeon: hehe i feel like i belong in mean girls. Do lunch💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️

[2:20] Jeon: u loozer. Come eat dinner with us upstairs @6

[2:24] Jeon: dropping off a snack for u

Another element of feeling horny and lonely? Jeon Jungkook.

You two shouldn’t have even met each other. You live off crumbs on the first floor while he and his roommates are livin’ it up on top in the penthouse. One day a few months ago he crashed into you while working out, having run up and down the whole flight of stairs at least three times before deciding to collapse on you between the second and first floor.

Despite the black mask that hugged his sharp jawline, you had felt nothing but attractiveness ooze off of him. Under his hoodie was nothing but curved muscle. He smelled so soft and sweet despite the fact that he was damp with sweat.

The rest is history. After that day he seemed to show up everywhere, jogging more prominently on your floor and doing exercises at your level’s gym. He says he likes you, likes your company. He’s wormed his way intermittently, whether he’s seeing you struggle with an armful of groceries or when he hears you screaming over an Among Us match (according to Jungkook, the walls are thinner on the bottom floors.)

The idea of Jungkook doting on you doubly frustrates you. He seemingly appears as the perfect man, unaffected by the stresses of the world. Jungkook’s job lets him work from home anyway, and he definitely had enough room in the penthouse for his own office. He works out, probably has a girlfriend and enough friends for you to gradually phase out of this weird neighbor interest.

So you ignore his seemingly harmless messages, focusing on getting the settings right on the vibrator. You feel your pussy jolt a little in excitement, watching the silver and pearl pink oval shake in your grasp. You smile a bit to yourself, immediately finding your iPad for your favorite videos and some pillows to support your back.

Half an hour later however, that excitement soon goes sour.

“Fuck,” you bite your lip, frustrated tears streaming down your face, “fuck fuck fuck!”

This isn’t a set of explicatives out of pleasure, unfortunately.

No matter what you do, you won’t cum. You can’t cum. Barely wet, hardly a drop glossing your folds. You don’t even want to bother getting out the lube at this point because you are so disappointed.

The vibrator is going at the highest setting, one that your neighbors can probably hear if they were home at this time of the day. You cease to care at this point, because the job is undone because you haven’t come undone.

You don’t know why this is happening. Maybe it’s because you’ve had the liberty to touch yourself in complete silence, now that your neighbors have been confined to their homes indefinitely. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve relied only on your touch, that your body is tired of the monotony and needs more.

You bang the heels of your feet against your flimsy mattress, feeling whiny and utterly dissatisfied. Pulling the vibrator from your clit, you glare at the infuriating toy.

“You’re supposed to be helping me out of my dry spell,” you chastise, throwing the toy across the bed, sliding onto the carpet, “I get you’re not Jeon’s dick, but you gotta help a sister out.”

With a sigh, you fall into a bout of exhaustion. Not from a round of orgasms, but from the week’s stress and no way to let it out.

You wake up bleary and disoriented, practically melding through the mattress. The sky is pink and blue, washed in a sea of corals and purples. It comes from the incessant banging.

“Stop it,” you whine more to yourself than whoever dares to disturb your sleep, pulling up your panties and a pair of navy dolphin-trim shorts. “Whoever you are I’m comin’ so stop!”

Swinging the door open in two strides you’re met with a chipper Jeon Jungkook; looking all cute and sweet in his big hoodie and smelling like a rosebud.

“It’s 6:30,” he narrows his eyes playfully at you, “dinner’s in the oven.”

“You left your oven on,” you deadpan, turning around to grimace at the mess that’s your one-room apartment.

“Yes, so we have exactly ten minutes before my kitchen explodes in flames,” Jungkook chirps, closing the door behind you.

You don’t even bother to tell him to excuse the mess, ignore the pile of bras hanging on your vanity and the unpacked groceries that sit at the edge of your mini-fridge. It’s far too late to salvage your dignity and Jungkook’s too damn polite to call you out on your state of slob. Although, as you pull out a bottle of wine tucked in the back of your fridge you blurt, “I can hear your fingers tingling to clean up my mess.”

When you turn around Jungkook stuffs his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie, supposedly to stop himself from cleaning up. With a pout he says, “Can’t help it, Jimin says I’m currently manifesting a strong display of Virgo energy this month. Whatever that means.”

Jabbing your feet in a pair of slides you follow Jungkook out the door. The hallways are quiet and barren, yet the silence isn’t suffocating as you two pile into the elevator. Jungkook opens the keypad underneath the regular boring buttons, revealing a sleek little set of light-up buttons that have the code to the penthouse. Faaaannnnccy.

“Tryna look?” he jokes, cupping his hands to block your vision.

You scoff, “I’m sure it’s something easy like 0000.”

“You’re wrong. It’s 1234,” he replies cheekily.

The door dings open and you’re met with yet another door. Jungkook presses his thumb to the biometric scanner, and a pleasant ringer tings in response.

The penthouse smells like a mix of tonight’s dinner, savory, combined with a cinnamon apple candle. Jungkook is a fan of scented candles, ever since he got a whiff of your lavender vanilla burner.

“Where’s Taehyung?” you ask, more out of your own anxiousness than anything. Taehyung’s your buffer, the hyper roommate being someone to distract you from Jungkook’s incessant aura.

“Dunno,” he shrugs, flicking on the oven light to peer inside. You see the telltale signs of a mean lasagna, the shredded cheese on top crisping to a delicious-looking golden brown, “anyway, you’re my friend first.”

As grotesque as it sounds, Jungkook always finds his way to worm his way under your skin and find homage there. “Possessive much?” you quirk a brow, folding your arms over your chest even though there’s nothing to hide.

“What can I say,” Jungkook’s legs stretch out as he squats down to your level, “I really fell for you.”

“Gross,” you try to convince yourself, ignoring the thudding in your chest, “you technically fell on me, weirdo.”

Dinner is a quick affair. He cuts slices of lasagna and brings it to the couch, where you’re pouring glasses of wine in crystal glasses. They’re so clean and shiny you can see your reflection in the gold liquid. You grimace at the bottle, normally this would be poured in a mug or your sippy cup, tonight your liquid’s getting a high-end pour.

You two pull up an old anime to fill up the room, but most of it is spent in playful banter. Jungkook prattles on about his day, showing you all the cool updates he’s achieved during work. An app developer. A very on-brand, lucrative job for him. You love your job but it isn’t nearly as exciting as Jungkook’s, so you just let yourself be supportive and ask questions when needed.

When the subject of you comes up, you shake your head and stuff your face with another cut of al dente pasta.

“Not interestin’ Jeon,” you mumble, groaning at how delicious his cooking is. What can’t he do? “Is this oregano? Is the secret ingredient toasted oregano—”

“You’re deflecting.”

Your shoulders slump, “I’m not very interesting, I tell you everything I do during the week and nothing has changed since March.”

“Oh, not everything,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. You furrow your brows as his hands stuff themselves in his hoodie pocket. Is he upset you won’t tell him about your work stress? “And you’re very interesting, I’ll have you know.”

“Yeah?” a small smile tugs on your lips. You sink further into his cottonball of a couch, feeling utterly soft and meldable at his words.

“Very,” Jungkook gets up from the couch, looking down at you, “want something sweet?”

The prospect of dessert has you excited. Jungkook really is the perfect man, so kind and knows exactly when you’re craving something for your sweet tooth. You move to get up, only for you to sink further between the two large cushions of the loveseat. “Help me, ’m stuck,” you pout.

Jungkook giggles, and holds out his palm, “Hand,” he says simply.

You immediately reach for his larger palm, and you gasp when you feel something cold and soft touch your palm. As if you’ve been burned, you tug your hand back. But Jungkook’s hand is massive, the large ink-painted palm curling around your own, and it’s almost painful the way he clutches your hand so fiercely.

When he’s sure you’re not going to drop it, he releases your hand.

Nestled in your palm, is the new vibrator you left on the carpet this afternoon.

“Jeon,” you laugh tonelessly, hating the way Jungkook’s neutral expression mocks you, “you found my USB? Thanks, I know—”

“Know that you’re having a hard time coming?” Carefully extracting your plate from your lap, he places it on the coffee table before Jungkook cages you between the couch. You shrink further into the plush seat, “I tried being a good neighbor, but you didn’t answer my texts. I heard you when I tried dropping off some snacks before dinner. Didn’t know you were into toys.”

“Oh, c’mon Jeon. It’s 2020 and we’re confined,” well, in this scenario you’re confined, “everyone has a sex toy.”

“Hm, I don’t have one,” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, pretending to be deep in thought, “so, can you be my toy?”

Fuck.

It’s then that you feel the tell-tale signs of arousal. Your eyes widen, innocently surprised at the fact that Jeon Jungkook contained so much power in so few words. You snap your legs shut immediately, sealing any possibility of you dripping down your panties.

“I heard how disappointed you were, doll,” his arms have no problems as he bends down so he’s eye-level with your crotch, “it was pathetic, really. You couldn’t even cum on your own? You need someone to help you?”

“N-no,” you cross your arms defensively, frowning, “you–you’re being mean, Jeon.”

“And what, you’re gonna cry about it?” Jungkook smirks, now sitting on his knees. His hands run over the velvety fabric of the couch, making a beeline for your thighs. Gooseflesh rises to the surface, and he immediately presses down to iron out the little bumps that travel across your skin, “I do wanna make you cry, but not because you can’t cum. You’ll cry because of how good I’m gonna make you feel.”

You gape, clutching the vibrator in your hand.

A little bit of your sweet, cute Jungkook resurfaces, softening when he notices your lack of response, “If you’ll let me, of course.”

You finally drag the words from your throat, “I-it’s been a long time since I’ve… been with someone.”

He tilts his head, “Same here. I just figured we could break that spell together.”

What are you going to say? No? A dishonor to your sexuality, that would be. Jungkook’s offering himself up on a silver platter, and even though you do wish it was a little more you’ll take the sex.

You nod, forgetting to speak again. Jungkook chuckles.

“I want to hear you say it, doll.”

Doll. Like you’re his little fucktoy, malleable and bendable to all his whims. Fuck, why is that so hot to you? “Yes, I want to have sex with you,” you declare, your voice sounding more breathy than confident, “a-and, you can be mean. If you want.”

His thumbs press little light indents in your skin, over and over as if fascinated by the way your skin is so soft and gummy in his grip. “Okay,” Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to pull out his phone, jabbing a few things that you don’t see, “let’s do a little test drive, then.”

In seconds, the little egg vibrates in your touch. He puts it on the lowest setting, a soft buzz echoing in the large living room, then at a bruising pace that forces you to curl your fingers around it otherwise it’d fall. Your eyes flicker over to Jungkook’s, who’s focusing entirely on the way the pink and silver egg moves, dilated in interest.

“Fuck, and you thought this thing was broken?” he asks, taking it out of your palm and turning off the app.

“Maybe I’m the broken one,” you admit softly, wringing your shirt.

Silence seeps. Jungkook looks at you, brows furrowed as if he’s annoyed. “Don’t ever say that,” when you don’t respond, he grabs your chin, and you gasp when he forces you to look at him, “you’re not broken, doll. Everyone’s body is different, and we’re going to discover yours together. Got it?”

“Y-yes,” you reply immediately, mesmerized by his seriousness.

“Good,” he slaps the vibrator back in your palm, “and in case you’re wondering, this goes inside.”

“I know how it works,” you scowl, “but won’t you show me, just in case?”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook gets up for good, piling the dishes in his arms and walking to the sink. You immediately miss his warmth, “but I think patience is a virtue. I have a developer meeting with some clients in America a little bit, actually. So just wait for my call, yeah?”

You frown, looking down at the vibrator in your hands. How much longer would you have to wait?

It happens at exactly three in the afternoon the next day, at the start of your staff meeting. You’re so tired of the same information being thrown back and forth, coupled with Brian and Jae having to fight over some mundane subject in the itinerary that no one cares about. For goodness sake, it’s Friday! What else would you possibly need to be meeting about?

You’re wearing a button-down dress shirt on top, no pants on the bottom. Your bare feet slap against the hardwood floor, antsy. It’s been a long day at work and your back hurts, you’re half tempted to dip out of this meeting and hope no one notices.

Your phone buzzes on your bed, and you blanch.

[3:01] Jeon: thanks for waiting, doll. It’s time

[3:01] Jeon: put it in

Shamelessly, your vibrator sits next to your phone, cleaned and ready to go.

[3:02] Jeon: need help? Answer my call

Making sure that your Zoom call is muted, you quickly answer the incoming phone call. Jungkook and you say nothing at first, waiting. The phone just ticks with the amount of time passing, one minute, two minutes, and so on.

Mr. Kim drones unknowingly, “So when we do return to live instruction, expect a strict process when returning. PPE must be enforced so our response team will—”

“How wet were you last night when you went home?” Jungkook asks languidly, speaking over your boss’ voice.

Your eyes widen, flickering back and forth between the phone and the camera displaying Mr. Kim’s boring speech.

“Doll, are you hard of hearing?”

“N-no,” your lips barely move, eyes glued to the camera and plastering an expressionless face, “I heard you.”

“Then give me an answer,” he says patiently, “how wet were you?”

“Very wet.”

“Little more detail.”

“Soaking wet,” you flush, thankful that your work laptop can only stream in 360p. “I haven’t gotten that wet in such—such a long time. My pussy was practically clinging to my underwear when I washed up that night.”

A heady, heavy groan resonates through your phone. You feel that voice straight into your panties, jolting the nerves awake.

“Fuck, you have a way with words, don’t you?” Jungkook chuckles breathlessly, “c’mon, touch yourself for me. Swirl your fingers around your clit, slowly.”

It takes a second for you to position yourself, spreading your legs in a way that your coworkers don’t question why you’re moving so much. A quick scan over all the tired faces says that you’re okay. Shyly, you press your fingers against your clit, doing as he says.

“Oh,” you say more to yourself than him, feeling the wetness already coating your fingers. This is earlier than usual.

“What?”

“I’m already wet,” you say, amazed, “I haven’t gotten wet this quickly in a long time.”

He scoffs, “If you’re so wet now, shove it in.”

You frown. You did tell him to be mean. But the idea of him telling you what to do, giving you all the porn-worthy experiences to accomplish has you relenting. Discreetly grabbing the egg from the bed, you bring it down to your panties. Swirling the cold metal around your clit, you coat it in your juices.

It’s still a little too early to be putting anything in, but you can take it. Slowly relaxing, you slip the little egg in your pussy, wiggling it a little to make sure it’s secure. It’s a strange sort of pressure, and it pokes against your clit from the inside, but you enjoy the stretch.

“It’s in,” you reply softly.

“Good.”

You wait. You listen to Jae make yet another speech about the importance of masks and gloves, and then Brian has to interject and say that gloves are literally useless because they spread germs around no matter what. Even though everyone else is muted, you can practically feel the misery seeping through the screen. For a second you almost forget about Jungkook on the line. Why isn’t Mr. Kim stopping them? This is the thin line stopping you from the weekend, unbelievable!

“Eep!” you jolt in your cheap seat, the egg buzzing in your pussy. Your hands fly out, gripping the edges of your computer.

It hits different when Jungkook is in control. Knowing that with a flick of his thumb he can have you careening, whining for more or less depending on how hard he wants you go. Your folds hug the egg, nestling it a fleshy grip as it brushes against your clit the more you squirm.

“You look so pretty, trying so hard to hold in your moans,” Jungkook says wondrously from the other line.

“W-what?” you frown, “you can see me?”

And immediately, you go to your trackpad to fish between the hundred-and-one employees also in this call. At the very end, you see a very simple name with no mic or camera: Jeon JK. He’s here.

“Worked in IT, doll. Know a thing or two,” he says, “now, tell me. What are you thinking about right now?”

“Y-you,” you mumble shyly.

“So,” Mr. Kim finally ends that part of the meeting, thank goodness, “what’s everyone’s plans this weekend? I’m going apple picking with a couple of my friends from college. Hoseok is a bright bean who loves to take long walks—”

What the hell. You squirm uncomfortably in your seat, hyperaware that Jungkook’s watching your every move. You make glossy, stubborn eyes at the camera, trying not to move when he jacks up the vibrator to a higher setting.

Jae’s of course the next employee to unmute his microphone, “Well, me and the bae are going house hunting…”

“Fuck!” you cry, moving the computer to the left so you can pretend you’re picking up something. But in fact you're leaning your head against your mattress, frustrated. “I don’t fucking care about your weekend plans, Jae! Shut the fuck up! You wanna know my weekend plans?” Jungkook’s laughing at you from the other line, but it only spurs you on, “my plans are fucking my super hot neighbor! He’s a hundred times more interesting than you and he’s going to make me come a hundred times this weekend—oh fuck!”

Your fingers latch onto your panties, drawing random squiggles and letters between the fabric. You’re damp, soaked to the core. You need some sort of friction, a reprieve from this hellish week.

“You flatter me, doll,” Jungkook is definitely grinning through the phone, you can practically hear his shit-eating grin, “I think you deserve a reward. As soon as you put the camera back on your pretty face.”

Quickly, you sit up to put the camera on you again. Once again, the employees are in a daze, listening to whatever the next person gabs about their weekend. Even though you can’t really see it, you’re sure Jungkook has a 1080p camera upstairs that shows off your blotchy face. You moan a little bit, lips closed as the egg buzzes against your pussy lips.

“You’re so cute, doll,” Jungkook praises, “you look so professional, holding it in. What could I do to make you unravel? Hm, what if you imagined the taste of my cock on your lips? Fuck, I’d love to slap your cute little face with my cock, baby doll–”

“y/n?” Mr. Kim calls your name, and you freeze, “what about you? Any plans this weekend?”

Jungkook doesn’t sound angry that your boss has inadvertently cut him off. “Answer him, doll. Be a good little employee.”

Like a zombie, you move towards the unmute button. “I–I uh,” you shake your head, trying to formulate a coherent response, “I’m going on a date this weekend.”

Jungkook jacks up the vibrator to high, and your legs are shaking.

“Awh, a date!” Mr. Park unmutes himself, practically shoving the camera in his face, “how much do you like the lucky lad or lady?”

“I like him uh—ah—” you pretend to think, covering a hand over your mouth to hide the fact that you feel your orgasm fast approaching, “I like him a lot!” you finally blurt, “I’m, uh, really excited to see him.”

“Best of luck to you,” Mr. Kim says brightly, “so Jimin, any news on those investors you had dinner with this weekend? I heard a lot of positive things…”

You immediately mute your mic, and pretend to lag as you fumble around with the camera. Shoving the laptop to the side once more you groan into your sheets, “Fuck—fuck yes—” you moan, shaking your head as you dip your fingers into your panties. The vibrator still continues at its bruising pace, spurring you to a high you haven’t peaked to in months.

“Good job,” Jungkook says simply, “could barely notice that you have a little helper fiddling around your dripping pussy.”

“J-Jeon,” you cry, “I’m, ’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook eggs you on, “you’re gonna cum around that cute little vibrator? Gonna soak it in your juices?”

“W-wish it was your cock I was soaking,” you whisper truthfully, letting your orgasm take you at the thought. Your folds flutter around the vibrator, bringing you to a level of sensitivity you’ve only dreamt of, “Ah, yes, Jeon. It feels s-so good!”

“Yes baby,” Jungkook groans through the line, “feels good, huh?”

Mr. Kim interrupts for the last time, “And with that, I think our meeting is adjourned. Have a wonderful weekend! Stay safe and—”

You slam the laptop shut, grabbing your phone and keys. “I’m going up,” you mutter impatiently, already jabbing your feet in a pair of slippers and locking the door to your apartment behind you.

“I’m waiting,” he replies, eagerness trimming his voice.

“Password?” you ask quickly, jabbing the elevator door shut once you step inside. Thank goodness you’re alone, you think as you pull your dress shirt further down your ass.

“Did you forget already?” he teases, “I told you, it’s 1234.”

Thankfully, the doors zip you up straight to the penthouse. The connection is always a little spotty in elevators, and you sigh longingly when you feel the buzz jolt and leave it’s momentum, quickly losing its rhythm between your dripping folds. Once you get to the top and the elevator doors open the second door immediately swings open, revealing a soft but aroused-looking Jungkook. He looks fresh from the shower, absolutely radiant and delicious looking.

You don’t hesitate to run up to him, and Jungkook immediately cups his face in your hands, pressing his lips to yours.

You’re practically on your tippy-toes, and you squeak against his lips when he hooks his arms around your shoulders, immediately lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his trim waist, not wanting to stop kissing him. He’s like the sweetest ambrosia, a taste you can’t get enough of.

The connection to your vibrator has resumed, and you can’t help but grind helplessly under Jungkook’s clothed abs as he carries the both of you to his bedroom.

“N-need you to fuck me,” you bury your head in the crook of his neck, pressing quick kisses to his jawline, “I want you s-so badly.”

“Hello to you too,” he husks, shutting the bedroom door with his foot.

Jungkook drops you unceremoniously, and your limbs splay out on the fresh bedsheets of his feather-soft mattress.

“You look gorgeous like this, doll.” he sighs longingly, a hand going under your buttondown to press against your soaked panties. His hand lingers on the way your pussy moves in tandem with the vibrator.

“J-Jeon please I can’t take it—”

“Stop calling me that,” he snaps, hands leaving your skin.

You whine at the loss of contact, “Jeon, no. Jungkook. Kook, my Kook. Please, I need you.”

That gets him going. His pretty chocolate brown eyes zero in on you, and he immediately shucks off his shirt and sweatpants, “How much do you need me?” he asks, pulling out his phone and pressing some buttons, “how much do you need your Kook?”

The vibrator stops. You cry out in frustration, unsure if it’s because it’s off or because Jungkook’s taking too damn long. “I need you so much, Kook,” you warble with a pout, moving to undo the top buttons of your dress shirt to reveal your cleavage, “honey, you can have me all you want later today. I want you to slap my face with your dick, edge me until I cry, anything. I’m all yours, I’m your little doll. But please for now, I need to feel you inside me.”

“Say no more,” his lips latch onto your neck, and you sigh at the skin-to-skin contact. His hand fiddles under your shirt, clutching a breast and slapping it so hard it bounces back and forth, “fuck, you’re so pretty.”

His hand moves to your plain cotton panties, immediately shucking them off, “doll, you really are dripping,” he’s impressed, surprised when he has to untack the fabric from your glossy legs. He hangs the panties on his wooden headboard, a little ornament for him to jack off to later.

His fingers brush over your folds, wasting no time to slip the vibrator out. He holds it between your faces, forcing you to stare at the pearly substance that coats the entirety of the egg. “Mm, tasty tasty,” he cooes, pink tongue darting out to lick a long strip across the oval.

You tug him closer, pressing his lips to yours. He tastes a mixture of his own saliva and your arousal, and you grind helplessly against him. You feel how big his cock is, rock-hard and trying very diligently not to bust. He must have a crazy amount of control, and it drives you nuts.

“Kook,” you frown, bumping your crotch with his.

“Impatient, good thing I am too,” he shucks off his boxers while you unbutton the rest of your shirt, “knees and hands, doll.”

You don’t care how or what way he’ll take you. Fuck, he could bend you into an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and you’d comply.

Arching your back so your ass is in the air, you wiggle around, hoping he’ll take the bait. That’s when you sigh, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your wetness.

“Soaking my cock already, baby,” he says, “you’re so good to me.”

And finally, finally, he slips in. You don’t even care that it stretches you a little too far and too long, it’s been too damn long since you’ve had decent dick and Jungkooks far more than decent.

He goes at a quick pace, finally showing how impatient he’s been all this time. Your moans and groans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain as he stretches your walls to the brim. You hold a pillow to your chest, feeling woozy at the way his fat cock stretches you out.

“F-fuck yeah,” the pace is hard, you practically feel it in your belly, and you love it. “You feel so fucking tight, baby,” he’s all up in your ear, kissing the lobe briefly, “I love the way you suck my cock back in.”

“Kook,” you press your ass back, “harder, please. I’m your little doll, right? Y-you can fuck me however you want, as hard as you want! Please, ah—! Use me!”

You cry out when he slips from your folds, immediately flipping you on your back. He wastes no time to wet his dick, lifting one leg over his shoulder to have you deeper. This position is far more intimate, and your noses are practically touching as he thrusts into you.

You can’t believe you’re in bed with Jeon Jungkook. This must be a dream, a really great, really long wet dream. You crumble in his grip, and you lift a shaky hand to run through his thick black strands.

“Why’d you make me wait so long?” you cry, staring right into his glittering eyes, “why couldn’t you come for me after your call last night?”

“Why’d I make you wait?” he grits, crushing the flesh between your hip bones so he can have more leverage to pound into you, “why did you make me wait? Since March, I’ve wanted you. I told you I liked you, told you I fell for you.”

“T-thought it was a joke,” you warble pathetically, breasts bouncing at his relentless rhythm.

“You think th-this is a joke?” for further emphasis, he glides slower, making you feel just how large and thick he is against your folds, “I want you, doll. Y-yeah, fu-fuck. Want to feed you every day, feed you lasagna, feed you with my cum, make you happy.”

“I—I want that too, Kook,” you’re a pile of pink mush, and you feel your eyes prick from the overwhelming emotions that have washed over both of you. “Sh-shit, Kook. I think, I think I’m gon’ cum again.”

“Good, you first,” his hand plays figure 8s with your precious pearl, seeping with arousal and coating his cock in delicious lubrication.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. You’re holding him as tight as you can, nails digging into his shoulders as you clench around his cock. Jungkook cums shortly after, and you keen at the sensitivity when his hot cum coats your walls. “Baby doll,” he exhales, thrusting lazily. The both of you feel your combined arousal drip between the two of you, onto your skin and onto his sheets, “y-you’re amazing.”

His softened cock slips out of you, and his hands immediately reach over to swirl around the heady cream over your engorged pussy. You moan when he brings his fingers to your lips, “Open, doll.”

It tastes salty yet sweet, and you suckle around his finger with a cute little pop. Jungkook grins brightly, feeling like he won the lottery.

“Are my walls that thin?” you pout, pressing closer to him when he pulls the blankets to your chest.

“Very,” Jungkook nods with a chuckle, tucking the two of you in, “now get some rest, doll. You presented a lot of offers to me earlier, and I intend to go through with them.”

You smile into his chest, melty and feeling utterly sated.

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Peeping through the stacks

Jason todd x reader

Valentine’s fic

Warning: smut

I recommend the book I mentioned if you like the classics.

“I have a proposition,” Jason said and your eyebrows rose. “Not that kind. We separate. I grab you a book and you get me one. And we meet up afterwards to go to dinner to see what we got. No cheating. No following each other around. Whoever gives the better gift, wins and gets to control the rest of the night.”

“Sounds like plan. Just know Todd,” you said moving up in his space standing on your tiptoe to talk in his ear. “I’m going to crush you.”

“Only if you win, baby. Only if you win,” he said with a smirk. He opened the door to the largest used bookstore in Gotham. 3 stories with a section of just records and another of old comics, it was heaven. They even had a coffee shop in the back of the second story. You went left and he went right.

You went straight for the classics. Jason would pour over old novels for hours and his favorite were clearly dog eared. You thought about replacing them but, while he’s appreciate it, it wasn’t exactly exciting. You milled around the area, looking at books that were nice but not it. As you moved to leave the area, a section caught your eyes.

If you love the classics but need a book written in the last 50 years:

This is what you needed. A careful list of books that you like next to new books was perfect. Jason had been reading his copy of Moby Dick and talking about the hubris of man recently, heavily alluding to Bruce. You grabbed the recommended book: In the Heart of the Sea.

Now to find Jason. You had agreed to no cheating but it wasn’t really cheating to just watch him if you had already picked. He was probably in your favorite area and you walked upstairs to watch down low.

Jason was holding two books in hand and looking between them both. You felt a thrill to watch him. He almost always caught you quickly but the store with multiple patrons and levels must have thrown him off a little. He finally grabbed a book and looked directly up at you with a smirk. You threw your fist playfully. He’s certainly caught you. You came downstairs with a grin.

“I knew you were watching me. That’s cheating,” he said. You held the book behind your back as you kissed his cheek.

“It’s not cheating if I didn’t change my book,” you protested and he kissed your forehead.

“Tell yourself that. Let’s check out and then I can win,” he said, wrapping an arm over your shoulder and walking to the counter. You both laid them down, face down because you’re competitive, and paid. You carried two separate bags and held hands as you walked down to a little cafe on the corner.

The place had the coolest vibes. Fresh coffee day and night, records and music memorabilia on the wall, and a band of musician played on a tiny stage every night. Valentine’s was no exception. You found a table in the back and promptly ordered your favorites from the menu.

“Okay. Show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” you said with a grin.

“I thought we’d wait until tonight to do that,” Jason said with a roguish wink. “Oh, you mean the books. Yeah, let’s swap.”

You gave him his bag and he yours. It almost looked like a drug deal if it wasn’t books. You pulled out the book. A continuation of a series you loved but had a hard time finding the next parts. Jason pulled out his and read the back.

“Okay, you won,” you said with a teasing scrunch of your face. “This is really great.”

“This looks great. But you did cheat too...” he said pretending to take his time deciding. “I guess I’ll take the win. But it was pretty close, I’m not going to lie.”

“Don’t rub it in.”

“Seriously, I can’t wait to bore you with more whaling facts.”

“I’m taking it back,” you said and he laughed. “I can’t learn anymore. I’m not kidding.” Jason’s eyes smiled too and you loved the sight. He looked happy. You food arrived and a folk band started playing.

As your food dwindled and it was fully dark outside, Jason’s gaze lingered on your body. His hand sat on your knee as you talked.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said randomly and you exhaled quickly with a shy smile as you looked away. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Okay,” you said, letting him pull you from the cafe and a few blocks down. Jason pulled you close and rubbed his nose against your cheek. You turned your head up to close the space between your lips. It started as soft, gentle, cute. But Jason gripped your hips and pulled you closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck and before you knew it, you were being pushed against a wall as he kissed down your throat. You made soft sounds as he nipped and kissed the sensitive skin.

“Jason,” you said breathlessly. He hummed against your skin. “Take me home. Take me home.”

You ran your hands along the muscles under his shirt as you rode behind him on the motorcycle. Jason insisted on helmets and you wished you could kiss at the back of his neck. Probably best. Your hands on his stomach were distracting enough.

Jason barely drove the bike into the parking garage of his building before pulling off his helmet and turning towards you. You did the same. Neither of you climbed off as you made out. His tongue slid in your mouth as his hands held the back of your skull in place. He reached behind him to turn it off as you kissed.

“Upstairs,” you breathed. He nodded before getting up and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed his neck as you walked towards the elevator. The knee high slit in your skirt had scooted up to expose most of your thigh. Luck was on your side as no one was around to watch but security must have gotten a great show with the pair of you aggressively kissing. Jason pressed your back against the wall in the elevator as you rode up to his floor.

He carried you down the hall. You were less lucky as your elderly neighbor was sitting in the end of the hallway as she always did everyday. She’d watch the sunset and people watch everyone coming home from work or school. She giggled and looked away. Jason put you down the second you both realized and you flushed with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I was married once. Happy Valentine’s,” she said with a big smile looking out the window. Jason quickly pulled you in the apartment.

“I forgot about her,” he said. “Gross part is that she’s probably thinking about her dead husband and all the times he used to rail her.”

You glared at Jason. “That’s.... so gross. Why? Like you ruined it. Your dirty mouth.”

“I can get it a little dirtier,” he said with a wink but ruined by bursting into laughter. “Like do old people blow each other? Can their hips bend that much? I know their knees are bad. What age did they have to give them up?”

“Shut the fuck up. That’s so gross,” you said putting you hand over his mouth and he laughed before pulling you close.

“You look really pretty tonight. I forgot to tell you because I kept staring at you,” he said with a soft look. He bent and kissed you sweetly. Not rushed or hard like earlier. He slowly pulled you to the bedroom. You pulled each other’s clothing off as you walked. Shirt here. Pants there.

“Thank you. You look good too,” you said as you pulled the bedroom door closed. Jason rolled his eyes. He never agreed with you but had given up on arguing.

Jason pulled you on top of him in bed. His nose ran up your throat until his lips met yours. He was slow and deliberate in his movement. His hands roamed your body as you moved your legs to straddle him. You didn’t bother teasing either of you but instead sunk down on him.

“Princess,” he breathed with closed eyes. You sat for just a moment, get used to him, before starting to move. You bent at the waist to give him long deep sloppy kisses. “Baby,” he pleaded before you started moving.

“Remember, I won,” Jason said.

“Yeah,” you asked with a grin. “What do you want, Jaybird?”

“This. Keep riding me. You look so good,” he said breathlessly. His hands gripped your hips as you bounced. He grimaced as you swirled your hips. “Fuck!”

“Oh we like that,” you commented. He chuckled distractedly. Jason pulled you down to where he could kiss and nip at your chest. You whined as he took your nipple in his mouth. He let go with a loud smack.

“Mmm someone seems to like that,” he quipped. You pressed yourself back towards his face and he chuckled against your skin before giving your breasts the attention you wanted.

“I love your Valentine’s gift. You’re so thoughtful,” you said breathlessly. Jason looked up at you confused.

“Yeah no problem. Is now the time?” He asked with his eyes half closed and mouth open as he breathed heavily. His hips jumped to meet yours and he reached a hand down to rub circles on your clit. You moaned loudly and he smiled as he watched you come undone. He thrust your faster to finish with you. You both moved together jumpily as you buried your head in his neck. You breathed for a few second before softly kissing his lips.

“I seriously loved today,” you said.

“Yeah, I’m glad. Me too. Surprised that no one call-“ Jason started before his phone rang and he sighed. “At least we finished. I’ve got to take this,” he said and you rolled off and curled in the blanket. He answered the phone as he threw on boxer briefs. He looked at you wistfully as he talked. It sounded important.

“My source said Black Mask is getting a shipment early this morning so I’ve got to go. We can’t have those guns on the street,” Jason said after hanging up. He leaned over to give you a dizzying kiss. “I’ve got to go but here is your book and a glass of water. Don’t stay up. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

“Be safe,” you said before he climbed out the window.

“Aren’t I always,” he said and you just knew he was grinning under the helmet before jumping from a 6 story window. No, you thought, no you aren’t.

#jason todd x reader #Jason todd smut #red hood x reader #red hood smut #batboy smut #valentine fic

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Something New - One Shot

a/n: I’ve been working on this for a couple of weeks, rewrote half of it, and now I feel like it’s good enough to post. I guess you could call this enemies to friends to lovers??? they’re both idiots, honestly lmao, anyways, enjoy biology teacher!Harry (not proofread) reblogs and feedback are helpful!

Warnings: a little bit of angst, fluff, and smut

Words: 20K

Divorced, new home, new town, new job, and a new school district for the kids all within the same year. Y/N had been separated from her husband for a couple of years prior, but when he moved in with his girlfriend, she knew it was officially over. It sucked. She knew she’d look back on it someday and be grateful that they ended things, but right now she wasn’t too happy about it. He got to be a weekend dad with his young girlfriend by his side, and there she was looking like the crazy old hang. It wasn’t her fault for not taking the best care of herself. She was depressed, could you blame her. They lived in one of those towns where everyone knew every little thing about you, so it was time to get out.

Securing the new job was the first on the list. If she could do that then maybe the kids would be more understanding about leaving. Y/N was a database manager for a non-profit organization. She was behind the scenes, and that’s how she liked it. She didn’t have to be the one asking for money or on the front lines vising donors. It was a job she could do anywhere, and she’d get paid well because of the software she knew how to use like the back of her hand.

There was a private school she had seen a job opening for. Normally, she’d be more apt to work for a non-profit, and not just some school for snotty rich kids, but their website made it seem like it wasn’t like that. Their donors gave out scholarships for students all of the time, and staff/faculty could send their kids to the school for free. That was a no brainer. Giving her kids a good education was her dream. The school was a K-12, so that would mean an easy pick up and drop off. After thinking it over, and researching the surrounding towns, she sent in her application.

Two weeks later she got a call for a video interview. She accepted happily. A week after that she was asked on campus for a second interview. Y/N put on her best blazer and nicest blue dress, the school colors were red and blue after all. She even made sure to wear red heels. Y/N spoke eloquently during her interview. She had researched everyone in the development office so she already knew faces and names. They were impressed. She spoke about her experience with The Rasier’s edge, the database management system, and they were awe-struck. She was given a tour of the campus, and it was absolutely gorgeous. The elementary school was a separate building, and the middle school and high school were separate, but connected by two connectors to make one large building. The development office was set up in this cute white house. They shared it with the alumni office, and apparently it was one of the oldest buildings on campus. Although, it was taken of so you’d never know it was old. They even showed her where her potential new office would be. There was a pool and ice rink as well that Y/N got to see. She was impressed. She interviewed the people on the committee too, knowing it was a two way street. She liked what they had to say.

A week or so after that, she was given an offer, a really good offer. Now it was time to talk to her kids. She couldn’t just accept without speaking with them first. Her daughter, Riley, would be going into ninth grade, and her son, Ben, would be going into eighth. Y/N was only thirty-three, she was a young mother, thanks to her ex-husband who was about seven years older than her. A red flag she should have been more wise to, but she was young and naïve, and that’s all that needs to be said about that.

It was a difficult conversation with the kids, but after calming down they had become more open to it. They were upset with their father, and the idea of being a little farther away was sounding really nice. Living in a new home to make new memories in was sounding really nice. Making new friends and having a fresh start was sounding really nice.

So, Y/N accepted the position, and was given a moving allowance. She was able to find a home quickly that was perfect for them. A decent three bedroom about fifteen minutes from campus, so the commute would be easy enough. Riley and Ben took a liking to the uniforms, and since you did all of this over the summer, they’d be able to blend in easily on the first day of school. No awkward ‘walking in halfway through the term’ bullshit.

“When am I supposed to see them?” Your ex had asked you over the phone when you told him you were moving.

“Every other weekend, same as before.”

“So now I have to drive an hour out of my way to-“

“It’s not an hour, it’s forty-five minutes at best. Shouldn’t it be worth it? They’re your kids.”

“You’re taking them from me.”

“You did that to yourself, Joseph. The weekends will stay the same. Be happy our kids are getting a good education. Goodbye.”

She knew she was harsh, but after being cheated on, and left for a younger woman, she thought she earned the right. A week before school started, the kids had gotten their schedules in the mail.

“Who do you have, Riles?” Ben asks her.

“Someone named…Mr. Styles for homeroom, he’s the biology teacher too.”

“Thought you took bio sophomore year.” Y/N says to her.

“Nope, my grades were good, remember? I’m in the honors class.” She smiles.

“What about you, Ben?”

“Um…Mr. Horan. Looks like I’ll have him for pre-algebra.”

“No female teachers for that, huh?” Y/N asks.

“I have a woman for Geometry, Mum, see?” Riley shows her.

“Oh good. Got worried for a second there.” Y/N chuckles.

“Are you nervous to start your new job?” Ben asks her.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I’m actually really excited. The time off has been nice, but I’m eager to get back into it.”

Y/N drops off the kids on the first day before going over to the staff lot. The program support assistant, Millie, is waiting for her with a cup of coffee and a warm smile.

“Morning, Y/N.”

“Hi, Millie.”

“Cream no sugar, right?”

“That’s right, thank you so much.”

“Let me lead you upstairs to your office. You have a meeting with the director of development, John, in about half an hour, and then you’ll have a team meeting with the rest of the people on your specific team, the gift processors, customer service. Then at lunch the development team and the alumni team will get together to welcome you.”

“Oh my, well, alright.” She chuckles.

“I put everything on your calendar for you.”

“Thank you.”

Y/N was used to doing everything herself at work, this was already a breath of fresh air. She hoped Riley and Ben had a good morning just the same.

It takes Riley a moment to find her classroom. She stops short when she walks in when she sees Mr. Styles, and another student walks right into her.

“I’m so sorry.” She says to the boy that nearly knocked her over. “Um, I wasn’t sure if this was the right classroom.”

“it’s okay.” He says. “Are you new?”

“Yeah, I’m Riley.”

“I’m Chris.” He smiles. “Wanna sit next to me?”

“Sure!” She says and sits a few rows back with him.

“Where’d you move from?”

“Just form a few towns over. My mom just got a job in the development office here.”

“Oh, cool! My mom works grounds here.”

Riley noticed that Chris had a rainbow pin on his blazer. She smiles at it. He notices her looking at it.

“I…uh…like your pin.”

“Oh, thanks.” He mumbles.

“My best friend back home has a lot of rainbow stuff in her room.”

Chris nods in understanding. More kids come in and claim their seats. The second bell rings, and Mr. Styles closes the door.

“Good morning, everyone.” Riley’s jaw drops at his accent and deep voice.

“Get used to it.” Chris whispers to her. “A lot of the teachers here are from other countries.”

Riley nods and continues to listen to Mr. Styles.

“Welcome to another year at our fabulous school. You’re officially high schoolers!” He grabs the handbook. “Which means there’s even more rules to follow, so let’s get through this together, yeah?”

Mr. Styles was quirky. He cracked jokes and made Riley feel excited to have him for biology. She turned to look at all of the lab benches in the back. She loved science in general, so this was good.

“Lastly, open house for parents will be at the end of the month. They begin at 6PM, so hopefully I’ll be able to meet all your folks. We also have a really fun fall carnival on campus. There’s games, rides, and it also gives a chance for families to see where you go to school. It’s all a part of our homecoming weekend.” The bell rings and everyone stands up. “Riley, could we chat for a second?”

She nods and looks at Chris.

“I can wait outside for you.” He says to her and she feels grateful. Their schedules were just about the same.

“Um, hi.” She says shyly.

“Hi, dear, so I was informed you’re new, is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“Well, if there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask. Usually we have new students stand up and introduce themselves, but I don’t like making people do that. It’s so forced. I can see you’re already making a friend.” He smiles. “Is it just you that’s new to us? Any siblings?”

“My younger brother is in eighth grade. He has Mr. Horan for homeroom.”

“You don’t say? That’s my best mate, believe it or not. He’s in good hands.”

“That’s good to know. I’m sure it’ll give my mom some peace of mind.”

“I don’t want to make you let, just wanted to give you a more friendly introduction.”

“Thank you, Mr. Styles. See you for bio.”

“See you later.”

Riley was making friends right away thanks to Chris. She had people to sit with at lunch, and she made sure Ben did too. He seemed to be sitting at a full table which was great. Her last class of the day was bio, which was perfect so she’d be near her locker.

“Welcome to honors biology.” Mr. Styles says. “This is a mixed class of ninth and tenth graders. Today we’re going to settle on lab partners, and we’re going to get lab safety out of the way. It’s the bane of my existence, but I need to know you all know how to be safe.”

Chris offers to be Riley’s lab partner even though he had other friends in the class. Mr. Styles writes down who is partnered with who. Then he essentially gives a tour of the classroom. He shows them where all of the lab coats and goggles are, the eyewash station, the sanitation shower, and the other equipment they’ll be using throughout the year.

“Now, in biology, we’ll be learning a lot about plants and animals, and we’ll also get into human anatomy. These subjects can be tough at times to grasp, so please, don’t be afraid to ask questions. I want to make sure I’m explaining things properly. I’m always will to meet after school for extra help as well, or put together a study group.” Mr. Styles explains.

Riley was finding that all of the teachers were really nice so far. She meets Ben after school and they walk over to the staff lot where Y/N was. She had asked to save her lunch hour for 2PM so she could scoot the kids home quick. Her supervisor had no problem with it.

“How was it?”

“Mr. Horan is hilarious, and he’s Irish!”

“Mr. Styles is British! And super nice. I think I’m gonna like it here, Mum. I already made a friend, so I had people to sit with at lunch.”

“Me too!”

It warmed Y/N’s heart to hear that the first day went well. It was all she could have hoped for. She gets them home, set up with a snack, and back out the door she goes. She had a couple of hours left of work anyways, so it was a nice break in the day. The lunch she had earlier with her new colleagues was fantastic. Everyone was welcoming and had no problem showing her the ropes.

When she’s walking to the parking lot around 5PM she notices other people making their way as well. She smiles at a few, and she gets some friendly nods back. She’s parked next to a black range rover, and she was hoping to get to her car before the other owner because she had parked a little too close to them on their driver’s side, but it wasn’t her fault. It was the only open spot when she got back.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Shit, she thinks to herself as she approaches. Not a great first impression to make at all.

“Just crawl in on the other side, H.”

“It’s the principle of the thing! They could have scratched it, or-“

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Y/N yells as she hustles over. “I had to bring my kids home, and this was the only other open spot, and the person previously on the other side of me was parked over the line, so I had to squeeze in, and I know it looks like I’m the asshole, but I swear I’m not.” She panics as she gets her keys out of her purse.

“It’s fine, miss, Harry’s just a jerk when it comes to his fancy car.”

“You sure like riding in my fancy car, so I suggest you shut it.” Harry huffs and looks at Y/N, furrowing his brows. “Look, I’ve had to be nice all day, and I’m exhausted, could you just back out so we can leave?”

“I said I was sorry.” She mumbles. Her eyes widen, though. An Irish accent and a British accent. “Shit, I think you’re my kids’ teachers.” She sighs. “Do the names Riley and Ben ring a bell?”

Harry’s features soften and he runs a hand through his hair.

“You’re Riley’s mum?”

“Yes.”

“Seems like she had a good first day. What department are you working in?”

“I’m the new database manager for the development office.”

“Ben was a delight! Laughed at all my jokes.” Niall says and you smile.

“He said you were funny. Riley liked you too, although now I’m not sure why. Taking a long day out on me. I’m sure the first day is a lot, but it was my first day too, and I’m equally as tired.”

“Maybe you should get home then.” Harry says, and she rolls her eyes.

“Nice meeting you both…well, one of you. I’m sure I’ll see you again, but if not I’ll be at the open house.” She gets into her car and carefully backs out, not scratching Harry’s car.

“You were rude.” Niall says as they both get into the car.

“I paid a lot of money for this car. I park far away for a reason, and someone has to park that close to me?”

“She apologized.”

“Good for her.”

“Harry…”

“Ugh, Francie texted me today, and it just sent me into a fucking spiral, and I had to act like it didn’t all day.”

“What?! When did she text you?”

“After homeroom, she told me to have a good first day. I didn’t even respond.”

“You should just block her number.”

“I haven’t quite reached that point yet, but it’s coming for sure.”

“You still shouldn’t have taken it out on that woman.”

“I’m sure she’ll forget all about it. I’ll be nice next time I see her, alright? Can we please just go get a pint now?”

“You’re the one driving, find a place you wanna go to.”

Y/N had successfully avoided the rude Brit that had given her such a tough time on her first day. Riley still raved about him, though. She said he was one of the best teachers she ever had. Ben really enjoyed Mr. Horan as well. He made math fun, which Y/N was grateful for. Ben was never really a good student, but he was doing really well so far.

“I can’t wait for you to go to the open house. Make sure to be super nice.” Riley tells Y/N. “I don’t want my teachers suddenly being mean.”

“It’s not me you have to worry about.” Y/N scoffs.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing, honey. So, you’ll walk me around to all the classrooms, and you wait outside?”

“Mhm.” She beams.

“Mum, wait until you talk to Mr. Horan. He’s going to tell you the best things about me, I just know it.” Ben says.

“I’m looking forward to it, honey.”

Y/N had a draining day on the day of open house, and she just decided to stay on campus. She ended up taking the kid home at two, and told them she could figure out where the classrooms were herself. She got to have a one on one with Mr. Horan first.

“You can just call me Niall. We don’t need to be so formal.”

“Alright.” She smiles. “You can call me Y/N.”

“Ben’s doing really well so far. I was a little nervous at first, but he’s getting the hang of it.”

“Thank god.” She sighs. “So, he’ll be in ninth grade taking algebra one next year, is that okay?”

“Perfectly okay. A lot of students do that.”

“I just wanted to make sure because my daughter is in geometry.”

“Math isn’t for everyone, and that’s okay. I was checking out his other grades, and he’s excelling in history.” She nods.

The conversation goes well. Y/N makes it through all of the meetings, and her last one is with Harry. She hears laughing from inside the classroom. The door swoops open, and a couple walks out chuckling with Harry.

“Ah, Mrs. Davidson, come on in.”

“It’s Miss Y/LN, or just Y/N if you want.” She says as she sits down on the chair near his desk. He sits down on his chair.

“My mistake, Riley’s last name is-“

“Her father’s last name. I’ve changed mine back. We’re divorced, didn’t really feel like keeping it.”

“I’m, um, sorry, I know how rough divorce can be.”

“Yeah? Been through it yourself, Mr. Styles?”

“Just call me Harry, and my parents were divorced, so I know enough about it from a child’s perspective.”

“They’re not too keen on their father right now. Classic situation of him cheating on me with a younger woman, which of course they found out about.”

“That’s weird.” He rests his cheek on his fist. “You seem pretty young yourself.”

She blushes slightly and clears her throat.

“Could say the same to you. I had them young, yeah, things happen. I don’t regret it though.”

“Riley’s been a real pleasure to have in class, and she’s fitting right in. She seems to like biology the best.”

“She loves science.” She smiles. “Think she gets that from me. I was really into math and science as a kid.”

“Guess you being a database manager makes sense then. New job treating you well?”

“Yeah.” She cocks her head to the side with a smirk. “Although, my almost perfect first day was just about sullied by a man you bullied me in the parking lot.”

“Okay, okay, I was an ass.” He sighs. “Thanks for bringing it up by the way.”

“Why were you so nasty to me anyways? I’ve been avoiding you.”

He frowns at that.

“My ex…fiancé texted me and wished me a good first day, so it just ruined my day and I had to keep it all bottled up. You parking that close just brought me over the edge. I apologize.”

“Yikes, I’m sorry. Well, at least you got out of it before you got married. You saved a lot of money and time.”

“It’s alright…” He looks away for a moment. “Are you bringing the kids to the carnival? It’s all part of homecoming weekend.”

“Yes, and they’re really excited. I have to work technically since a lot of donors come back. I mostly just need to be on the ball. Their father is coming too since it’s his weekend with them technically. I guess it’s good for him to see where they’re going to school.”

“If you need a break from him I’ll be working the candy apple booth.” He smiles.

“Good to know.” She yawns. “Jesus, sorry. I gotta say, I’m whipped.”

“Makes sense, it’s past eight.”

“That late?!” She stands up immediately, and so does he. “I need to get home to them. Um, well, this was a much better meeting.” She sticks her hand out for him to shake.

“I agree. Don’t be a stranger this weekend.”

She nods and leaves his classroom. Maybe he wasn’t as big of an asshole as she thought. Y/N’s had her fair share of bad days, he was allowed to have them too.

“It’s like a college campus, this place is huge!” Joseph says once they’re at the football field of the school.

“Yeah, and there’s a pool! I’m trying out for the winter swim team soon.” Riley tells her dad, in a better mood since he didn’t bring his girlfriend.

“It’s really all free for them?” He asks Y/N.

“Mhm.” She nods. “Okay, here all your meal tickets. I have to bee-bop around since I’m technically working. Have fun with Dad.” She smiles and they lead Joseph off towards some of the rides and games.

Y/N meets up with her colleagues and mingles with some of the donors she hasn’t been able to meet yet. She meets back up with the kids later to go on a few rides, and then goes to get food with them. She spots Harry at the candied apples tent, and she goes over there.

“I knew you’d find me.” He smirks.

“I’ve got a sweet tooth, what can I say?” She shrugs.

“You know, me too. Major sweet tooth.”

For whatever reason that makes her blush.

“Um, so I can I have it dipped in caramel and chocolate?”

“A woman after my own heart! I like mine the same way.” He picks up one of the apples from its stick and dips it in the chocolate first. “Any sprinkles or anything?”

“No, the sauces are fine, thank you.”

“So, where’s the-“

“Hi, Mr. Styles.” Riley says as she, Ben, and Joseph approach. “This is my dad.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Riley’s homeroom and biology teacher.” Harry hands you the apple once it’s done, and then shakes Joseph’s hand. “She’s a real pleasure to have in class.”

“So I’ve heard! Nice to hear it straight form the source, though.” There’s an awkward silence. “Um, well, kids do you want an apple?”

“Yeah!” Ben says and tells Harry what he wants.

Harry’s eyes catch Y/N biting into her apple, and how she licks around her lips. He looks a little too long because Joseph notices, and he clears his throat to snap Harry out of his trance.

“You two about ready to hit the road after this?” He asks them.

“Sure.” Riley shrugs. “Bye, Mr. Styles.”

“Have a good weekend, see you Monday.”

Y/N hugs both of the kids, and nods at Joseph.

“So…no kids this weekend?” Harry says to her.

“Nope. It’s funny, I always look forward to the little break, but by the time Sunday night hits I miss them.”

“Any plans?”

“Just relaxing. I’ll probably catch up on some sleep tomorrow. How about you?”

“A few of us are going to the pub after this…if you’d like to join, you’re welcome to.”

“Oh!” She says a little surprised. “Well, that would be great, actually. I haven’t really had time to explore some of the night life around here yet.”

“I could drive us from here if you like. I can always bring you back to your car.”

“You actually trust me to get into that fancy car of yours? I’m shocked.” She smirks, and he rolls his eyes.

“I apologized for that, didn’t I? Can we move on? Let me give you a ride later.”

“Alright.” She smiles. “Sounds like fun. It would be nice to get to know more people.”

“Great, I’ll find you later then?”

“Sounds good.” She walks away with her apple in hand, and he smiles.

After schmoozing with more alumni and donors, Y/N felt pooped. Did she really feel like going out and drinking? She could easily go home, draw herself a bath, and have a glass of fine all on her own. She had socially interacted so much today, and the thought of doing more was draining. Maybe she could go out with Harry another time. She tries looking around for him, but she’s not sure she spots him.

“Y/N!” She hears from behind her. “You ready?” Harry asks.

“About that…I think I’ve changed my mind…”

“How come?” He says with a slight frown.

“I was very social today, so I’m feeling a little tired. I don’t think I have enough pep in me for drinks tonight…but maybe another time?” She clasps her hands in front of her waist, feeling a little nervous all of a sudden.

“Oh, yeah, I definitely get that. Um, yeah, another time for sure.”

“Thanks, well, see you around, Harry.”

“See you…”

“Mum, we’re home!” Ben says Sunday evening as he and Riley come inside.

“Hey.” She smiles. “How was Dad’s?”

“Annoying.” Riley huffs. “I can’t stand Margaret. She, like, tries too hard to be our friends.”

“Mm, well, that’s what happens when a forty-year-old man decides to date a twenty-five-year-old woman. She probably knows how to babysit and be a pal.”

“Doesn’t it gross you out that he’s with someone so much younger?” Ben asks as he plops down on the couch.

“Of course it does. It won’t last long, unless she’s after his money.” She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know why, it’s not like we were living the high life before.”

“Ew, what if he gets her pregnant.” Riley says with disgust. “I don’t want another little sibling, one is plenty.”

“Yeah, and then we’d have to pretend like we’re happy for him. I’m glad we didn’t have to do two nights over there this weekend.”

“Me too.” Riley sighs. “Did you do anything this weekend?” She asks Y/N.

“I just relaxed. Caught up on some TV, nothing special.” She shrugs. “Did you get all your homework done?”

“Yes.” They say in unison.

“Alright, go get ready for bed then.”

Riley and Chris meet at their lockers the next day at school and talk about their weekends. They chat in homeroom about their upcoming biology test. Chris was feeling a little nervous, but Riley was feeling confident. She studied almost all day Sunday. When it was last period, and Harry gave out the tests, her eyes bugged out. She read all of the questions over, and it wasn’t at all what she thought. She looked up at Harry dumbfounded. He was typing away at his computer, answering emails. She walks up to his desk with the test.

“Done already?” He jokes with a whisper.

“Mr. Styles…I don’t know any of this.”

“What do you mean? I gave you a study guide.”

“I…I know you did, but I left it at my mom’s, and so I was going off memory…I think I studied the wrong chapters by accident or something.” Her eyes were about to well up with tears.

“Alright, step out into the hall with me. Did you take notes while you studied?”

“Yeah.”

“Grab them for me.”

He stands up and goes out to the hallway to wait for her. A few of the kids in class were watching, but they get back to their own tests. She hands him her notes, and he makes a few humming noises.

“Right, yeah, you studied the wrong chapters.”

“Ugh, I knew it! So…does this mean I fail?”

“No.” He sighs. “It was an honest mistake, you’ll have to take a makeup exam after school sometime this week, though.”

“I can do it tomorrow! I would just need tonight to study. I could study in class now.”

“Get the rest of your things, I can give you a pass to the library.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Styles.”

“Don’t mention it.”

They both go back inside and she grabs the rest of her things. He writes her the pass and out the door she goes. Chris makes a motion for her to text him before she slips out, and she nods. Tuesday morning, just as Harry was sitting down at his desk with his coffee, he got an interoffice phone call from Y/N.

“Hello?” He answers, voice still deep from sleep.

“Hi, Harry, it’s Y/N.”

“I know…caller ID and all that.” He chuckles.

“Right, well, I wanted to say thank you for letting Riley take her test later this afternoon. She was a wreck last night when she got home.”

“It was an honest mistake. Plus, when I saw how much studying she did I knew I had to give her a chance to just take it later. Do you think she’s prepared enough for later?”

“Oh, definitely. She feels much better. Do you mind if Ben comes to sit in the classroom with her while she takes it? No sense in me zipping him home if she’s going to stay after.”

“Sure, I don’t mind.”

“You’re a life saver, thanks! Talk to you soon.”

“Bye-“ He’s cut off by the sound of the phone clicking on the other end.

Riley stays after class to take her test. Shortly after Ben shyly walks into the classroom and takes a seat. He does his own homework while she takes her test. Forty minutes later, Riley finishes her test, and hands it to Harry.

“I can grade it now if you like since it was all multiple choice.”

“That’d be great.” She smiles.

He looks at his answer key and checks off all her right answers. He writes 92% in big red ink and circles it.

“Well done. I can’t give it back to you until tomorrow, of course, but at least you can rest easy about it.”

“God, what a relief! Guess I’ll be a pro when we reach the chapters I already studied.”

“I bet you will be.”

“Do you mind if we hang out here until our mum’s done with work? She said she was just gonna pull up out front of the building.”

“Sure, I have some other grading to do anyways. In fact, would you like to help? It’s for another class, I could give you the answer key.”

“Yeah!”

Harry sets her up, and he even plays a little music for all of them.

“Mr. Styles?” A boy named Austin walks in. He was a sophomore in Riley’s class. “Thank god you’re still here.” He sighs.

“What’s up, Austin?”

“I was wondering if you graded my test yet? The football coach needs me to fill this progress report slip out. He’s making all of us do it.”

“Oh! Yeah, let me look. I can just tell you your overall grade. Have a seat, it’ll take me a minute.”

He nods and sits down, glancing at Riley briefly. She gives him a small smile and blushes.

“How come you’re here?” He asks her.

“Oh, I needed to make up the test from yesterday. I accidentally studied the wrong chapters.”

“Happens to the best of us.” He smirks. “You’re new to town, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You should come to the football game Friday, since it’s home.”

“Yeah, um, maybe I will.”

“Cool.”

“Alright, Austen, I’ve got your grade.”

He stands up and goes to Harry’s desk.

“Sick, a C+! That’s way better than I thought.”

“Let’s try to keep it that way, yeah?”

“I’ll do my best, thanks.” He walks out of the room and Riley puffs out some air.

“Don’t tell me you have a crush on that guy?” Ben chuckles.

“He’s so cute, I can’t help it. That’s the most he’s ever spoken to me, and now he wants me to go to the game. I have to go Friday, I need to text Chris.”

“If you go, can I go?”

“Sure.” She shrugs. “The more the merrier.”

Riley and Ben had always been close. They were practically best friends. They got a lot closer when their parents were going through the separation/divorce process, leaning on each other for a lot. Harry hear the sound of heels clacking on the floors outside the classroom, and there Y/N is appearing in the doorway looking lovelier than ever. She had a long coat on, synched at the waist, and her hair was down and wavy.

“Hi, kids, ready?” They both get up, and Harry stands as well. “Thanks for letting them hang out for a bit while I finished up.”

“It was no problem. Riley was pretty helpful to me with some grading.”

“How’d the test go?” She asks her daughter.

“Got a 92!”

“Amazing! I think that calls for takeout tonight.”

“You just don’t feel like cooking.” Ben chuckles.

“I’m sorry, are you complaining about getting Chinese food, or?”

“No! Just making an observation.”

“Mhm, okay, let’s go. Have a good night Mr. Styles.” She says to him.

“Same to you.”

On the ride home, Riley gets a text from Chris saying he’s down for the football game on Friday. She sighs with relief, and looks over her mother.

“So…can Ben and I meet up with Chris on Friday? We’d like to go to the football game.”

“A boy asked her to go!”

“Shut up, or you can’t come with me.”

“Hey!” Y/N says. “A boy asked you to go?”

“Well, sort of. He just said I should go if I wanted. I haven’t been to one yet, it could be fun. Chris said the snack bar is pretty stacked.”

“And you’ll keep an eye on your brother?”

“I’m only a year younger than her.” Ben scoffs.

“You’re in the eighth grade, that’s a big difference right now, even if it doesn’t feel like it. What time does the game start?”

“6:30, I think.”

“Sure, you can go. I think that’ll be good for you kids to go to.”

“Awesome, thanks Mum.”

“We’re gonna be there anyways, just ask her to tag along.” Niall says to Harry over lunch on Thursday.

“You make it seem like I wanna date her, I just think she’s cute.”

“Just ask her if she wants to go out with us after, would you?”

“Fine, I’ll give her a call right now.” Harry reaches for his phone, and looks up Y/N’s extension. She picks up on the second ring.

“Hey, Harry.”

“Hi, do you have a minute?”

“Sure! Is everything alright with Riley?”

“Yeah…this isn’t about her. It’s more of a personal matter.”

“Oh…what’s up?”

“Niall and I are chaperoning the football game tomorrow night. All of the faculty take turns doing it. We just walk around and make sure no one’s drinking underage. We were wondering if you’d like to join us. We’d be going to the pub after most likely too.”

“I don’t know if I should. Riley and Ben are going to the game, and I don’t want them to feel like I’m hovering around them, you know?”

Niall gestures for the phone and snatches it from Harry.

“Y/N? It’s Niall. Enough excuses, yeah? You’re coming out with us tomorrow night, and that’s final. You need to get more involved with student life.”

“I’m plenty involved!”

“You import and export donor data all day. I bet your kids won’t care.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Y/N did think about it, and then she asked Riley and Ben how they’d feel if she went. They said as long as she wasn’t up their butts they wouldn’t mind. It made things easier for her to drive them there at least. She watches as they meet up with Chris and essentially run off from her. She sighs and looks around for Niall and Harry, suddenly feeling like a loner.

“Oi, there she is!” Niall shouts, handing her a hot chocolate. “This should warm you up quick. You look cold.”

“I didn’t think it would be chilly enough for gloves.” She chuckles. “Thank you.”

“So, basically we just walk around, but we get to enjoy the game for the most part.” Harry explains.

“Is our team any good?”

“We’re decent, yeah. Think our lacrosse players are better to be honest, but they don’t get as much recognition.”

Y/N nods and takes a careful sip of her warm drink. She walks around with the guys, mostly listening to them talk in their accents. It was sort of fun to see all of the parents, staff, faculty, and students at the game cheering the team on.

“See that one, number 11?” Harry says to her, pointing towards the field. “That’s Austin, he asked Riley to come to the game. They’re in my bio class together. I think she likes him.”

“How can you tell?”

“I catch her looking at him from time to time. I might be wicked and assign them a project to work on together.”

“Teachers actually do that?!”

“Oh, sure.” Niall says. “I switch up the seating chart once a term just so I can pair people up. It’s pretty interesting to see what happens.”

“The students gossip to us all the time too.” Harry laughs. “They have no problem sharing personal information.”

“So…you think he might like Riley back?”

“I have no idea, he sits in front of her, and mostly just takes notes.”

“Is he nice?”

“He’s not a dolt if that’s what you’re asking. Definitely not your classic meathead, not to worry, Y/N.”

Y/N nods, and keeps walking around with the guys. The team wins, and everyone cheers. Riley, Ben, and Chris find her in the crowd of people near the exit.

“Mum, can we bowling?” Riley asks.

“With who?”

“Me, Miss Y/L/N.” Chris says and you raise your eyebrows. “Okay, and some of the cheerleaders and football players, but it’ll be fun! It’s cosmic bowling night. My dad said he could drive.”

“Please, Mum.” Ben pouts, and you roll your eyes.

“Alright.” She sighs, and takes her wallet out of her small sling bag. “Here’s some money, have fun. Home by ten, do you hear me? I’ll be out for a bit myself, just in case you get back before me.”

“Where are you going?” Riley asks.

“I’ve made some friends of my own.” She grins. “Go on, have fun.”

“Thank you!” They all say and head off.

“I can follow you both to the pub.” Y/N tells Niall and Harry, and they all walk to the parking lot.

She feels a little nervous going out with them. She had made a few friends so far, mostly her colleagues that she saw every day. There was this weird divide between faculty and staff, so she had noticed. So, Y/N wasn’t sure how welcomed she would be by the others they were meeting up with. She takes a deep breath before getting out of her car, and meeting Harry and Niall at entrance.

“You’re gonna love this place.” Harry says, putting a hand on her shoulder as they go inside. He leads her to a table where a few people were sitting already. “Oi, everyone, this is Y/N, she works in the development office.”

They all look at her and smile, saying hello. Niall takes his seat, and Harry has you sit between the two of them. Y/N learns the names of some other faculty members. Shane, Lora, and Jess. None of them had Y/N’s kids in class so she could rest easier. She found Harry and Niall to be hilarious, often almost choking on her drinks from laughter. She notices that Harry’s rolled his sleeves up, and can’t help but look at his tattoos. He explains a few of them to her. Around 10:05 she got a text from Riley.

Riley: just got in, thanks again for letting us go, it was amazing! When are you home??

Y/N: soon, baby, thanks for checking in

“Well, I should probably get going.” She says to Harry. “My kids just got home, and I don’t like leaving them alone too long when it’s late.”

“Fair enough, can I walk you to your car?” He says, leaning in a little bit. “Just so I know you left safely.”

“Sure, um, that’d be great.” She throws some bills on the table to take care of her tab. “Thank you all so much, I had a great time.”

“See ya, Y/N!” Niall says with a smile. She misses the wink he gives Harry, and Harry mouths ‘be cool’ at him.

“M’just gonna walk her to her car, I’ll be right back.” Harry says, addressing the group before heading out the door with Y/N. “You’re good to drive, right?” He says as they both walk outside.

“Of course, I only had, like, two drinks. You saw me nursing them.”

“Alright, just wanted to be sure.” He watches her fish for her keys out of her bag. “I’m glad you came out tonight.” He rubs the back of his neck. “You’re a lot of fun to be around.”

“Aw, thanks, you’re fun to be around too.” She smiles, biting her bottom lip. He can’t help but let his eyes drift to it.

“Are you in a rush to get home?”

“Well…I…”

“It’s not like they need you to tuck them in, right?”

“N-no…” She raises an eyebrow at him. “Are you…are you making a pass at me?” She was backed up against her car with him a comfortable foot away from her, but she was starting to feel warm.

“Maybe.” He shrugs, stepping a little closer. “Would you feel uncomfortable if I was?” She shakes her head no and swallows.

“Do you do this with all your students’ mums?” She smirks, gaining some confidence back.

“Well, considering that I was in a four year long relationship up until six months ago, I can confidentially say no.” She opens her mouth and smirks. “And no, I don’t usually do this with colleagues either.”

“So…why with me then?”

“You’re cute.” He grins.

“Harry, I…I’m not really looking for anything serious right now, I’ve just started a new job, I bought my own house, I’m juggling teenagers, I can’t start up a relationship.”

“I don’t think I asked you for that. In fact, I haven’t asked for anything, yet.” He says smugly. “M’not looking for anything serious either.”

“Alright, what do you want from me then?” He shifts his weight to his other hip, and just looks at her. Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open. She looks around, and steps closer to him, barely any space between them now. “You…you want to have sex with me?”

“Why do you sound so surprised? I think you’ve really got it going on.”

“Seriously?”

“Sure, you really know how to fill out a pair of jeans. Your bum looked awfully cute at homecoming.”

“All this coming from the guy who was about ready to murder me for almost scratching his car.” She scoffs.

“I have apologized for that over and over, but clearly my words mean nothing to you…” He puts his hand on her shoulder. “Maybe there’s something else I could do to make it up to you.”

“You’re my kid’s teacher, Harry.”

“Not after 2PM I’m not. Right now I’m just a guy who wants to fuck you.”

“I can’t go back to your place with you right now.”

“My car’s got tinted windows and a spacious back seat.”

“How…how old are you, anyways? I mean, I’m thirty-three, Harry, and you’re a little baby faced. I’m not one of those people who-“

“I’m twenty-nine. Do you wanna go fuck in my car or not? It’s okay if you don’t, I’m not trying to pressure you, but it’s bloody cold out here and I wouldn’t mind warming up.”

Y/N hadn’t had sex with someone in since the last time her and Joseph had sex, which was a few years ago. She also couldn’t remember the last time she had sex in a car, probably when she was a teenager. Was she really about to do this with some she had just started to become decent friends with? Was this is the only reason he wanted to be friends with her?

“Is the only reason you’ve been wanting to invite me out? To get my pants off?”

“No! I genuinely think you’re nice to be around, but I also wouldn’t mind getting your pants off.” He smirks.

“Okay.” She nods. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

“Really?”

“Quickly, before I change my mind.” He grabs her by the wrist and tugs her towards his car. He unlocks his car and he lets her get in first. He reaches forward to turn the car on so the heat is on and there’s a little music playing. He goes to cup her cheek, and she backs away. “I’m a little nervous.”

“We don’t have to do anything crazy if you don’t want. We could just kiss if you like.”

“I just…it’s been a while for me, you know? Like, a long while, so…I want to, I’m just nervous.”

“How can I help you relax?”

“I guess…um…could I sit on your lap and maybe we could hug for a bit?”

“Sure.” He nods.

She moves to straddle him, and she wraps her arms around his neck. His go around her back, and he rubs her soothingly. He gets a good whiff of her perfume, and it makes him smile.

“Comfortable?” He asks softly. She hums her response and he holds her a little tighter. “I like whatever perfume you’re wearing.” He feels her giggle against him.

“It’s just apple spice.” She mutters into his neck, and moves to look at him. “Nothing special.”

“Well, I like it.” He tucks some hair behind her ear. “Would it be alright If I kissed you now?”

“Yeah.” She smiles.

He licks his lips and presses them to hers. Her eyes flutter closed and she tugs at his hair. His hands squeeze her hips as the kiss deepens. He sucks on her bottom lip, and it makes her whimper. She rolls her hips down on his and he grunts. He kisses sloppily from her mouth, to her jaw, and to her neck. He mouths at her neck, full well knowing he can’t leave a mark, but it doesn’t stop him from licking and sucking a little over the area. She tugs at his hair a little harder and continues grinding against him, feeling his bulge getting harder. His lips move back to hers as his hands roam up her front, hesitating before reaching her breasts. She takes his hands and puts them over her boobs, squeezing his hands over them. He takes over from there, kneading them as best he could over her coat.

She gets frustrated, and get shimmies her coat off. He’s happy to see her nipples peeking through her shirt. He moves to suck on it through the material and she gasps. Her chest was heaving when he came off and looked up at her. Her hands move to unbutton her jeans, and he wastes no time sticking his hand inside. Instead of smirking when he feels how wet she is, he presses his lips back to hers, loving knowing that he was turning her on this much. His fingers move along her folds, and he slips his middle finger inside her gently. He groans when he feels how tight she is.

“Christ, you weren’t kidding. Do you never use anything at home?”

“Who the fuck has the time?!” She huffs as he starts bringing his finger in and out. “M’too exhausted half the time, and even when they’re gone I just do something quick.” A moan leaves her lips when his thumb starts to circle around her clit. Her forehead presses against his, and her eyes pinch closed.

He gets his ring finger inside her as well, and he curls them both up. She moves back and forth on him, riding his fingers. She makes fists with his shirt, and she starts panting. He groans from watching her, and just from the way she feels. He pets against her g-spot, and his thumb works into her clit.

“Oh, oh my god.” She says, biting her bottom lip. “I…I think I’m gonna come.” He doesn’t let up on her, doing his best to get her there. Her whimpers and whines were just egging him on. “Oh, shit, oh, shit!” She cries out as she comes around his fingers. He works her through it, and then retracts his fingers, sucking on them while making eye contact with her.

“Well?” He smirks.

“Do you have any condoms?”

“Yeah, get your pants the rest of the way off.” He lifts her off of him and places her on the seat while he reaches forward into the console, and grabs a condom.

“Aren’t you a little old to be leaving condoms in your car?” She says as he slips her jeans and underwear off.

“Wouldn’t be able to fuck you if I didn’t, would I?” He winks, and undoes his belt and jeans. “Think you’ll be able to ride me reverse, or do you need to go missionary to ease you into it.”

“Don’t be an asshole, I know how to have sex, it’s just bene a while.”

“I wasn’t! I don’t wanna hurt you.” Her eyes widen as he pulls his hard dick from his boxers, rolling the condom on.

“You think you’re the first guy with a larger prick to fuck me? Think I can handle it.”

“Now who’s being the asshole?” He chuckles and grabs her to bring her back to his lap, her back pressed to his chest. He reaches around to rub on her to make sure she’s still wet. “You want this still?”

“Yeah.” She lifts her hips and he lines himself with her, pressing up into center. It’s a tight squeeze, like she thought it would be, but she does her best to relax around him. She nearly shrieks once she’s sat fully on him.

“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.” He says into her ear before nibbling on her earlobe.

She hooks an arm around his head while he grips her hips, and her head falls back to his shoulder. He thrusts up into her while rubbing on her clit, and her mouth falls open. She hadn’t felt this good in a long time, this was incredible. She tugs on his hair and helps herself move on him so he doesn’t have to do as much work. He frees up one of his hands to grip and squeeze one of her breasts. She looks up at him and yanks his head down to hers. She licks into his mouth and he moans into her. He sucks on her tongue and her eyes roll back. Between that, his fingers on her slit, and his dick fucking up into her, she was about ready to lose it again. She pants into his mouth as she comes again. He thrusts begin to get sloppy, and then he’s spilling into the condom. They sit there for a moment catching their breaths before she moves off him.

They both get dressed, and Harry throws the condom into a nearby trashcan as he walks her back to her car. Her face was flushed, and she for sure looked like a mess, but she felt good. He cups her cheeks and backs her up against the driver’s side door, kissing her tenderly.

“That was fun.” He says.

“Yeah.” She breathes and looks down at her watch. It was already 11:30. “Shit, I really need to get home. Ben gets worried when I’m out late.”

“Sweet kid.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Well, get home safe and all that.”

“You too.” She smiles and opens her car door. He closes it for her once she’s inside, and she starts the car.

As Y/N drives home it starts to hit her what she just did. She just fucked her child’s biology teacher, who she also happens to technically work with. Never in her life had she done something like this. Maybe in her younger days she would have done something this rebellious, but she had grown up a lot, and she was a professional now. She takes a deep breath before keying into her home. She sighs when she sees the light from the TV coming from the living room. Riley and Ben were passed out on the couch.

“Hey, kids.” She coos. “Wake up, I’m home.”

“Mum?” Ben says sleepily. “Where were you?”

“I…I was out with friends, remember? Um, let’s get you both into bed.”

She turns the TV off as they both slowly make their way upstairs to their bedrooms. Once they’re both in their beds, she goes into her own room, and gasps once she gets a good look at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was smeared, and her hair was a mess.

“Christ, Y/N, what did you do?” She says to herself and sighs.

The next day, Y/N was walking around like she had a stick up her ass. Maybe her body wasn’t quite ready for someone of Harry’s size. Nevertheless, she had to get up and start her day. She got some laundry going, did some dusting, and then made some breakfast for the kids. They both come into the kitchen around 10.

“Can you both put your sheets in the laundry room for me? I’m doing a linen load in a bit.” They both nod as she puts two plates of eggs in front of them. “How was bowling?”

“So much fun!” Riley says. “I actually got a strike, I couldn’t believe it.”

“You did?! How’d you manage that?”

“Um…Austin helped me, you know the one in my bio class? He’s really nice.”

“Riley, I’m happy for you and all, but I don’t know if I want you dating yet.”

“I’m not dating anyone! At least I wasn’t the one who stayed out until nearly midnight doing god knows what.”

“I’m an adult, I can do what I want, that’s one. Two, if you and this boy decide you really like each other, I think it’s only fair I get to meet him.”

“Just because he helped me bowl a ball doesn’t mean anything.” She rolls her eyes.

“What about you, did you have fun?” Y/N sighs as she asks Ben.

“Yeah, I hung out in the arcade, it was sick.”

Just as she was sipping on her coffee, Y/N’s phone goes off. It was in front of Riley and Ben, and Riley furrows her brows.

“Who is it?” Y/N asks.

“Um…Mr. Styles. Why is he calling you?”

“I…I have no idea.” She snatches her phone quickly. “H-hello?”

“Hey, Y/N! Just wanted to see how you were.”

“I’m alright, um, I’m in the kitchen with the kids, could you just give me a second?” She leaves the room and goes down the hall to her home office. “Okay…um, how are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine. I just didn’t wanna be a dick and not call.”

“Well, that’s nice of you.” She blinks a few times.

“So…you feel okay about everything?”

“Yeah! Wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t. Little sore, but other than I’m good.” She chuckles slightly and so does he.

“Well, next time I can be a little gentler…if you’d like there to be a next time, that is.”

“You…you don’t want last night to just have been a one-time thing?”

“Not necessarily, I had a good time with you, and I think you had a good time with me.”

“I just…I don’t know how smart it would be to start something up with my kid’s teacher.”

“Well, you already sort of did…”

“Yes, but I think to continue it would be stupid. I don’t want to do anything that could potentially embarrass her. Riley and Ben are really starting to make friends. They were cool about moving here for me, so I want to be-“

“It’s not like we’re dating, Y/N. No one has to know.”

“As if you haven’t told Niall yet.” She scoffs.

“I mean he was curious as to why I didn’t come back to the bar last night, but I didn’t give him the full details. He knows how to keep things to himself.” He pauses for a moment. “Look, I get it, you’re just trying to be a good mum, I can admire that. But after a certain point you need to remember that it’s okay to do things for yourself.”

“Like fuck a guy in a parking lot?”

“Exactly!” He laughs. “You’re still so young, why not let yourself have some fun?

“Harry…”

“All I’m saying is, if you’re ever lonely, or if you can’t sleep…you can call me.”

“I’ll…I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.”

“Well, I’ll let you get back to them. Probably wondering what we’re talking about.”

“Yeah.”

“Have a good rest of your weekend.”

“You too.”

She hangs up, completely shocked by the conversation she just had with Harry. She goes back out to the kitchen where the kids were waiting with raised eyebrows.

“What did Mr. Styles want?” Riley asks.

“Oh, um, someone left their wallet at the restaurant we all went to last night, that’s all. He was trying to figure out who it belongs to.”

“There was no ID in it?” Ben asks.

“Apparently not.” Y/N shrugs.

At first, Y/N wasn’t sure if she wanted to take Harry up on his offer. She genuinely didn’t want to make things difficult for Riley. When mid-November rolled around, it was time for parent-teacher conferences. These were the more serious one on one meetings before the holiday season to make sure students would be able to pass all of their classes. More often than not Y/N found herself meeting with Ben’s teachers than with Riley’s, but Y/N wanted to check in with everyone to make sure her kids were acclimating to the new school fine. What she wasn’t expecting was for Joseph to want to come to the conferences as well. She got away with blushing a little when they saw Niall. He didn’t make anything awkward, but it was when they made their way to Harry’s room that she was starting to feel like she wanted to vomit. The door swings open and two people walk out. Harry steps out and looks into the hallway, smiling when he sees you, then frowning when he sees Joseph.

“Mr. Davidson! How nice to see you again, please come in.” Harry says, gesturing to step inside. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Harry.”

“You can call me Joseph.” Joseph says as he sits down and Harry nods.

Harry and Y/N make eye contact briefly, and then he clears his throat.

“Well, I’m not sure why Riley signed you both up.” Harry chuckles. “She’s doing exceptionally well, and not just in my class. She’s a bright girl.” He takes out a few of her lab reports. “The first semester tends to be easier since we’re learning more about plants and those types of organism. Next semester we get into zoology and human anatomy. I always make it known there’s study groups and after school help. I try to make it as engaging and fun as I can. We even play a few rounds of operation.”

This makes you smile as Joseph furrows his brows at Riley’s lab reports. He nods along with what Harry is saying.

“I’m glad she’s doing so well. She was sort of a big fish in a small pond at her last school.” Joseph says. “I was a little worried she’d feel overwhelmed. This transition for them was really abrupt.”

“They had most of the summer to get used to things.” Y/N says, rolling her eyes. “This isn’t a snotty school either, the teacher’s actually help the students succeed.”

“I’m just saying-“

“Listen.” Harry cuts in. “Seems like you two might have some things to discuss that don’t really involve me. Riley’s doing great, and Niall tells me Ben’s doing just as great. Nothing really more to it.”

Joseph nearly had a decade on Harry, but Harry owned this room. Having Joseph be put in his place definitely did something for Y/N. She can’t help but smirk as Joseph sits up straight.

“Yes, well…thank you. We’ll make sure to relay the message to them.” He says and Harry nods. Joseph stands up, as does Y/N.

“Y/N, did you happen to drive separately? An alum emailed me today, and I have a couple of questions about our donation site.”

“Oh! Sure, I can stay a few moments.” She looks a Joseph. He stands there for a moment, looking between the two of them.

“Goodnight.” He says, and out the door he goes.

“So…what’s your question?”

“I didn’t actually have one.” Harry smirks at her and she blushes.

“Oh.”

“You seemed uncomfortable with him here.”

“I don’t exactly enjoy his company anymore.” She sits slightly on his desk.

“I know, shit like that is just awkward. Francie and I still have some mutual friends, and we’ve had to be at a few of the same parties since the breakup.”

“Can I ask…I mean, you said you were together for four years and engaged…what happened?”

“Why don’t we have this conversation over drinks?” He stands up, grabbing his keys and jacket.

“Harry…it’s a school night.”

“And? It’s only seven. Not like we’re gonna be out all night are we?”

“I have two kids at home.”

“You have two teenagers at home. Come on, just one drink and I’ll tell you everything.”

“And then what?”

“Whatever you want.” He winks and leads you out the door.

Y/N texted the kids to let them know she was just grabbing a quick bite, and that she was very proud of their hard work. She followed Harry to a pub, and they grab a booth inside. They each order a drink and munch on some popcorn.

“Alright.” He sighs. “So I was with Francie for four years, and we were engaged for all of five months. It was working out great, we were living together, had a couple of pets, you name it. She works for this tech company, right? So, she got promoted, which was great, but it would have involved her to start traveling a lot, and eventually moving to New York. I didn’t want to move, and she didn’t want to do long distance.”

“Why didn’t you want to move? You could have found another school to work at…”

“It was the principal of the thing! She didn’t even ask, she just expected it, like her job was more important than mine. We started arguing more and more, and when I asked her why we couldn’t just try long distance she said that would make things difficult to start a family, and I said we already had a family, and that opened up a can of worms. She wanted kids and I didn’t. After that we ended it. She took our dog and cat, and left.”

“She took the pets?!”

“Yup! Left me the ring though.” He scoffs.

“Wait…so you don’t want kids?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love kids, I love babies especially. But…I just don’t see myself being a dad.” He shrugs. “It’s a lot of responsibility, a lot of money too. I don’t know if I could take care of someone else. And maybe…when she said it…I had this thought of if I did want kids I wasn’t sure if wanted her to be the mother of them.”

“It took you that long to have that kind of conversation?”

“What about you? Did you and your ex have a proper discussion about it?”

“No, he knocked me up, proposed later that year, and we got married in a courthouse while I was seven months pregnant.” She finishes her drink. “Just like a fairytale. Then when he promised we could have a real wedding, I got pregnant with Ben, and all that money went to him. S’alright, though, it would have been a waste of money.”

“Can I ask why you got divorced?”

“Well, the age difference was one thing. He’s seven years older than me, which may not seem like much, but it was. I felt like I couldn’t talk to him sometimes. Then he decided to cheat on me with some other young thing, so we went from separated to divorced real quick.”

“I’m so sorry.” He frowns slightly.

“Don’t be, it was a while ago. I think things worked out for the best. We’re all doing better now.”

“I think it’s admirable that you’ve turned your life around the way you have.”

“Thanks.” She smiles and he finishes off his drink. Once they pay their tab they head out. “I think it’s too cold to do what we did last time.”

“And I couldn’t persuade you to come back to my place for a bit?”

She looks down at her watch and sees it’s already 8:30. She sighs, biting her bottom lip.

“I…I want to, and if I didn’t have two kids at home waiting for me I would. Maybe…maybe you should find someone else to be your little fuck buddy. I’m not easy to be with.”

“Maybe that’s what I like about you.” He says, leaning forward so his lips brush yours, kissing you quickly before backing away. “Have a good night, Y/N.”

She groans once she’s in the car. When she gets home both Riley and Ben are in their rooms unwinding. She says hello and goes to her own room to get ready for bed. Y/N wonders what she would have done with Harry at his place. How he would have touched her and kissed her all over. She sighs and gets into bed, aggravated as fuck.

It was Thanksgiving weekend when Y/N took her next shot with Harry. The kids spent Thanksgiving day with her, and they had the rest of the weekend to be with Joseph. When Saturday night rolled around she was bored and lonely, so she called him.

“Hi, Harry.”

“Hi, Y/N. Did you have a nice Thanksgiving?”

“I did…although, I have way too many leftovers.”

“You don’t say?”

“Yeah! Um, you wouldn’t happen to be hungry, would you?”

“Starved.”

“Great, well, if you’d like to come over you can.”

“I can be there within the house. Just text me your address.”

He had assumed Riley and Ben weren’t home. He needed to take a quick shower before coming to see her, and she needed to do the same. She wanted to be as fresh as possible for him. When she heard the doorbell, she raced down the stairs to open it.

“So, I can heat up whatever-mph!” He had gripped her cheeks and pulled her into him, kissing her passionately.

“I didn’t actually come here to eat.” He breathes. “Well, I did…but not food.” He smirks and lifts her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and kisses on his neck as he carries her upstairs. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Last door on the right.” She mumbles into his hot skin.

He gets her in the bedroom, and sets her down. He starts taking his clothes off, and she does the same. He knees onto the bed to hover over her, and he kisses her, sucking on her bottom lip.

“Glad you finally called me for this.” He says as he licks around her nipple.

“You could have called me.”

“Didn’t want to look any more desperate.”

He nips at her stomach as he works his way down, giving her little to no warning before he licks into her. She gasps, gripping onto his hair. She bites her bottom lip as she feels his warm tongue lapping away at her. He sucks on her clit and slips two fingers inside her.

“When was the last time someone made you feel this good, hm? When was the last time someone made you this wet?”

“Wh-whenever the first time we hooked up was.” She whimpers.

“And before that?” He kitten licks at her clit now.

“God, I have no idea!” She moans out as his fingers pet inside her against her g-spot. He struggles to get a third finger in, so he doesn’t bother.

“Tighter than a fucking finger trap you know that?”

“I told you, I don’t make time to-oh!”

He started sucking on her clit again, and pumping his fingers quickly. She was squirming underneath him, panting and moaning loudly. She cries out as she comes, and he pumps his fingers slowly as her hips move along with his motions.

“Condoms?” He asks when he pops up.

“You don’t me to, um…?”

“Another time, I don’t think I’d last very long if you sucked on me.” He had been rutting himself against the mattress. She nods and reaches into her bedside drawer for a condom she toss it to him and watches as he rolls it on. “Roll over.”

She does as he says, and gets on her elbows and knees for him. He grips her hips, and lines himself up with her, pushing inside. It’s a tight squeeze, but he gets in no problem. They both moan out from the feeling. He reaches around to rub her clit, and she collapses onto the bed.

“God, just do what you want with me, Harry.” She grunts, and he moans from behind her.

“You’re so fucking sexy, you have no idea. Come for me, Y/N, come on.”

She cries out into her pillow, and he spills into the condom. Somehow after they both got cleaned up they ended up back in bed together. Harry through his arm around Y/N and pulled her to his chest.

“What are you doing?” She giggles.

“Cuddling you.”

“Why?”

“Because I feel like it.”

She laughs, but doesn’t fight him on it. Then…they fell asleep. It was a total accident, Harry never intended to spend the night. He just wanted to cuddle for a bit before heading out. He was more tired than he thought, and so was she. She nudges him awake.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He says, knuckling at his eyes.

“It’s okay. Would you like to take a shower with me?”

“I would.” He smiles and gets up with her.

It was the dirtiest shower she had ever taken. He had gotten on his knees to eat her out, and then he lifted her up, fucking her into the bathroom tile wall. She left many scratch marks on his back, and then he came on her stomach. They got cleaned up for real after that, and headed downstairs for some coffee. Just as she was about to offer him some breakfast, she heard the front door open.

“Oh my god!” She whisper screams. “They’re not supposed to be back until later!”

“Be cool, Y/N.” Harry says.

“But-“

“Mum, we’re…Mr. Styles?” Riley says as she comes in with Ben. “What…what’s going on?”

“I should ask you the same. Why’s your father bring you back so soon?”

“We asked if he could.” Ben says. “Can only handle so much of his girlfriend.”

“So…Mr. Styles, um, no offense, but what are you doing here?”

“Well, your mum just so happens to be one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. She had all these leftovers and asked me if I’d like any, and I said yes. I may be a Brit, but I love Thanksgiving dishes. So I came right over. Just got here a couple minutes before you did.”

“Yeah, I was just about to pull the food out. Why don’t you two go put your things away?”

Riley furrows her brows, but shrugs it off, and goes with Ben upstairs.

“You’re quick on your feet.”

“Wasn’t a total lie.” Harry says, finishing his coffee. “I better get going.” She walks him to the front door, and he gives her a sneaky kiss along with a bum squeeze. “See you soon, I hope.”

“Definitely.” She smiles. “Bye.” She opens the door for him and out he goes. She sighs happily, and goes into the kitchen to make a little breakfast.

Riley was a little suspicious after that morning. She spent most mornings in homeroom analyzing Harry’s features. He was his usual chipper self, but there was certainly an extra pep in his step. Then in biology it was the same thing.

“Riley?” Austin was standing in front of her desk, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Oh, hey.” She smiles. “What’s up?”

“Are you free this Friday?”

“I…I think so.”

“Would you wanna go to the movies?” He runs a hand through his hair and she swallows.

“This is gonna sound really lame, but I need to ask my mom first.”

He chuckles slightly at that.

“No worries, let me know if she says yes.”

“I will.” Austin goes to his seat, and Riley looks at Chris who was giving her a thumbs up.

“Alright, if we could all settle down?” Harry says. “Today we’re going over fungi cells so I need all of your attention on me.”

Harry liked attention in general, probably one of the reasons he wanted to be a teacher in the first place. He just happened to also enjoy biology and he was good at explaining it to the youths. During class Riley felt her phone buzz, and saw she had a text from Ben.

Ben: reminder that I have a doctor’s appointment, so you have to wait after school for Mum to come get you

Riley: okay thanks, I’ll just go to the library to wait for her

“Riley!” She snaps her eyes up at the harsh tone from her teacher. “Is that your phone?”

“Y-yes…I’m sorry, Mr. Styles, my brother-“

“I don’t care.” He shakes his head. “You know the policy.” He gestures for her to give it to him.

“But he was just-“

“Is it an emergency?”

“No.”

“Alright then, give it here.” Everyone was looking at her, and it made her face flush. She gets up and walks towards him to hand over her phone. He takes it puts it in his desk drawer. “You can have it back after class.”

She nods, and goes back to her seat. After class she walks out, completely forgetting she had her phone taken away. She gets settled in the library, and gets some homework done. She was there for over an hour until Y/N showed up in a huff.

“Riley Davidson, I’ve been calling you for fifteen minutes!”

“Mum, be quiet!”

“If your brother hadn’t told me you were in the library I never would have found you. Where the hell is your phone?”

“It’s…oh shit.” She says as she packs up.

“What?”

“I forgot that Mr. Styles took it from me.”

“He what?!”

“Ben texted me while I was in class, and I texted back. He caught me, and took it away from me. It’s the policy.”

“I don’t give a fuck, that’s your property. Come on, hopefully he’s still here.”

He was. When they walk in, he was writing something on the whiteboard, furrowing his eyebrows. Looked like it was a chemistry equation. Y/N clears her throat to get his attention.

“Oh, hello ladies.”

“Where do you get off taking my daughter’s phone?”

“Oh! I completely forgot about that. You left right after class, Riley.” Harry goes into his desk and grabs the phone. “Here you are.”

“Thanks.” She says as she swipes through to check any notifications she may have missed.

“It’s the policy, Y/N.”

“What if I got in a car accident and someone needed to reach her? Then what?”

“Did that happen?” He crosses his arms.

“No, but it could have.”

“But it didn’t. There’s no texting in class, no phone use of any kind, actually.”

“Mum, it’s fine, we can-“

“Excuse me, but that’s her property. If I need to get in touch with her, or if her brother does, then she should be able to send a quick text. It’s not like she was scrolling through Instagram.”

“But she could have been.”

“But she wasn’t!”

“Maybe you should hover over a little less, hm? Kids rely on their phones so much because their parents are constantly trying to see what they’re up to.”

Y/N takes her keys out from her purse, and hands them to Riley.

“I’m parked out front, go start the car for me. I’ll be just be another minute.” Riley nods and leaves quickly, knowing how bad it can be to be scolded by her mother. She certainly didn’t want to watch her favorite teacher get bitched out. “You don’t have kids, so I wouldn’t expect you to understand-“

“I have dozens of kids, actually. Ones that come to see me to talk to me about their problems, I’m also always studying trends of the today’s students, so don’t stand there and-“

“Do not interrupt me when I’m speaking.” She says firmly, and he closes his mouth. “You may speak when I’m finished, Mr. Styles. I’m a single mom doing my best for my kids. I will not be lectured in front of my daughter about being a helicopter parents because I’m not. However, I’m doing the job of two while my ex gets to be a weekend dad, who my kids don’t even want to see. It’s my fault Ben texted her at the time he did, alright? I asked him to remind her that I wouldn’t be picking her up until later because I had to take him to a doctor’s appointment.”

“May I?” She gestures that he can speak. “She didn’t need to text him back right then. It’s the school policy to take a phone away if we see it out, I was just doing my job.”

“Well, you should have remembered you took it so you could have given it back to her! I was sitting in the car for nearly twenty minutes waiting for her, I was starting to get worried.” Y/N pouts, and even though this was a very serious matter, Harry couldn’t help notice the blood starting to flow right to his prick.

“I’m very sorry about that.” He puts his hand on her shoulder, and she glances at it before looking at him. “I take ownership for that mistake. I feel terrible that I even caused an ounce of worry. If there’s anything I can do to make it better, please let me know.” His tone was condescending and seductive all at the same time.

She places her hand on his and removes it from her shoulder.

“Have a nice evening.” She says.

“Same to you.” He smirks.

Y/N makes her way to her car, and sighs heavily once she’s in there with Riley.

“Please don’t tell me you just yelled at him. He’s my favorite teacher, Mum.”

“No, we had a very adult conversation, and he apologized for not giving you back your phone when he should have after class.”

“I guess I could’ve waited to text Ben back. I’m sorry I caused all this.”

“It’s not your fault, honey, it’s fine.” She smiles at her daughter and they make their way home.

“I…I was asked to the movies this Friday, can I go?”

“With who?”

“Austin.”

“I’d like him to come to the house first so I can meet him properly. You’ve been hanging out in groups with him. Would this be one on one?”

“I think so. I can ask him if he minds coming inside first before we go.”

“That would be great.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Are you…are you and Mr. Styles, like, seeing each other?”

“What would ever give you that idea?!”

“I just think it’s weird that he was at our house.”

“We’ve become friends, you know I hang out with him and Mr. Horan sometimes.”

“Yeah, but Mr. Horan wasn’t there. It was just you and Mr. Styles, and you both had wet hair.”

“I had showered before he swung by, he must have done the same.” Y/N shrugs. “We’re just friends, honey, nothing more.”

“Okay.”

Y/N could tell Riley didn’t quite believe her, but she knew her daughter wouldn’t press her on it more for now. Not if she wanted to go to the movies with Austin.

“It’s nice to meet you, uh-“

“You can just call me Miss Y/L/N, it’s nice to meet you too, Austin.” Y/N smiles. They were all standing in the front hall. “So…it’s just you two going to the movies?”

“That’s the plan.” He says with an innocent smile.

“Have her home by 10:30, please.”

“Can do.”

“Thanks, Mum.”

“Have fun.” She sighs and turns around to Ben. “What about you? No plans?”

“Not tonight. I was just gonna play video games.”

“Well, if you’d like to have a friend over-“ Her cell phone goes off and she furrows her brows. “One second, sweetie.” She goes into the kitchen for some more privacy. “Harry?”

“Hey, what are you up to tonight?”

“Hanging out with my son…why?”

“Oh, they’re not with their dad this weekend?”

“No, they were with him last weekend.” She sighs.

“Damn.”

“Why?”

“Well, Niall and a few other people were gonna go to this place where you can throw axes, and we thought you’d like to come.”

“That sounds like…fun? Um, but I can’t just leave Ben here alone. I’d feel terrible since Riley’s out.”

“Hey, Mum?”

“Honey, I’m on the phone.”

“I know, sorry, Kyle just texted me and asked me if I wanted to sleep over. I know it’s last minute, but-“

“You can go! You can definitely go, I’ll even drop you off.”

“You’re the best! I’m gonna go pack up my stuff.” Ben races out of the kitchen.

“Guess that just solved itself.” Harry says.

“Guess so.”

“Let me come pick you up. Text me when you get back from dropping him off, yeah?”

“Alright.”

Y/N gets herself ready, and then drives Ben to Kyle’s house for his sleepover.

“Why do you look so nice?” He asks on the way there.

“Well, I made plans with my own friends since you and Riley are out. Is that okay?” She chuckles.

“S’fine.” He shrugs. “Feel like you’ve been going out a lot lately. Are you, like, dating?”

“No, baby, I’m not dating. But I am making good friends, which has been nice. I didn’t have many friends back in our old town. Too many judgey moms.” She pulls up to Kyle’s house. “Have a great time, call me if you need me.”

“I will, thanks!”

She watches Ben go inside, and then she makes her way back home to wait for Harry. She liked his car a lot, and it would be nice to actually go for a drive in it, instead of just riding him in it. Y/N was shocked when she heard the doorbell.

“You didn’t have to come to the door.” She says as she steps outside.

“Sure I did. I may be just trying to fuck, but I’m a gentleman at the end of the day.” He smirks as he opens the car door for her. She rolls her eyes at him, and climbs in.

“This really is a nice car.” She says as she looks around.

“Saved up a long time for it.” He places his hand on her thigh as he backs out of the driveway, and he keeps it there.

“So, an axe throwing place?”

“It’s all the rage right now. You can drink and throw axes, it’s pretty cool. I’ve been once before it’s a hoot.” He chuckles and squeezes her thigh slightly. “I’m glad you were able to get out for a bit.”

“Me too.”

She lets him keep his hand on her leg for the entire ride as they chat over the music. He parks the car, and gets out, jogging around to the other side to open the door for her. She smiles at him, and they both head inside. He even gets them their drinks from the bar. It was starting to feel like a date, especially when she only saw Niall with one other person, some woman she had yet to meet.

“Y/N, this is my girlfriend Anna.” Niall says.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Y/N says to her. Harry comes over and hands her a drink. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. We all set?” He asks Niall.

“Yeah, we all just need to sign the release forms.”

They all sign and are brought over to the axe throwing area. They’re told how to do it, and they get going. Harry and Niall go first, and of course their axes stick. Y/N takes a deep breath, and throws her, but it doesn’t stick.

“That’s alright, give it another go.” Harry encourages her.

“I…I don’t think I threw it quite right.” She says to him.

“Would you like some help?” She nods yes at him and he steps closer to her, putting his hand on her back. “You need to release from this point, okay? Give it all you got.” He steps back and lets her throw it. It sticks and she squeals, turning to hug him. “I knew you could do it!”

Anna hits her target as well. The four of them were having a great time. Once their time is up, they all grab table for food. Y/N checks her phone, it was just about nine. No texts from the kids. She hoped Riley was having a nice time on her date, and that Austin was being respectful during their movie.

“Miss?” The waitress says to her.

“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. Um…” She looks at the menu and then to Harry. Everyone else had clearly ordered.

“She’ll have the same as me, thanks, love.” Harry hands the waitress the menus and then looks at Y/N. “You like turkey burgers, right?”

“Yeah, sorry about that. My daughter’s on her first date, and I was just checking my phone to see if she had text me or anything.”

“You have a daughter that’s old enough to date?!” Anna says, shocked. “What’s your secret, girl? You look fantastic!” She laughs, and so does everyone else.

“I was a young mum, nothing more than that.” Y/N chuckles. “She’s only fourteen, a freshman out with a sophomore boy from her biology class. It’s cute, really, he’s on the football team and she’s been to a few of his games. They’ve been hanging out in groups, but tonight is the first one on one.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Listen to me, it sounds like I’m recapping an episode of The Bachelor.”

“Do you have any other kids, or just the one?” Anna asks.

“I have a son, Ben, he’s thirteen. Niall’s his teacher actually.”

“Yup, great kid. Harry has Y/N’s daughter in class too.” Niall tells her.

“Is that how you two met?” Anna asks, and you smirk.

“No, actually, the three of us met because I parked too close to Harry’s precious car in the staff lot. I work in our development office.” She sips her drink smirking at Harry who had slumped in the booth. “He yelled at me, it was quite the meet cute.”

“Yikes, I’ve never seen Harry yell before.” Anna says. “You’re usually so calm.”

“I’ve had that car for two years, not a scratch on it, and I’d like to keep it that way.” Harry says. “It’s all water under the bridge now.” He puts his arm around Y/N, smiling down at her.

There’s more talking during the meal. Y/N really liked the turkey burger Harry had ordered for her. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. It was about ten, and Y/N wanted to get home before Riley like a responsible adult. She tells Harry this, and he nods.

“It was really nice meeting you, Anna.” Y/N tells her again.

“Same to you, have a nice night.” They all part ways in the parking lot. “Oh, I like her so much better than Francie already.” She tells Niall.

“Me too.” Niall sighs. “But you know they’re not really dating.”

“I know, I know, but this was a very nice glimpse for them to see what a date could be like. They were so cute with each other.”

“I agree, I just think Harry’s still on the rebound. I also don’t think he’s mature enough to be dating a woman with two teenagers. Little kids maybe, but teenagers? That’s a lot to take on. Besides, what if he wants kids? Y/N’s in her early thirties, she probably wouldn’t want more.”

“Isn’t that what Harry and Francie broke up over? She wanted kids and he didn’t.” Anna shrugs. “Let them figure it out.”

Y/N and Harry were parked in her driveway making out. The damn console was in the way, but he was still able to get his tongue into her mouth. Her hands were in his hair, tugging him closer to her even though she knew she needed to get out of the car.

“Harry.” She breathes as he starts kissing on her neck. “I…I need to go inside. I can’t be out here like this when Riley gets home.” She gasps when she feels his teeth nip at her skin, and then he pulls away, almost glaring at her.

“Man, nothing to kill a hard on more than a mention of a student’s name.” He huffs.

“I told you…this might be easier for you if you wanted to fuck someone without kids.”

“Well, I’m kinda hooked on you now, so I can’t do that.” His thumb brushes her bottom lip as he cups her cheek. He leans in to kiss her again. “Do you think we could get together tomorrow since it seems like we can’t fool around tonight?”

“Sure, I have some errands I need to run anyways, so I can add you to the list.” She winks. “I’ll text you.”

“Alright, sounds good.” He chuckles. “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“So did I, goodnight.” She smiles and hops out of the car. She quickly gets herself inside.

Harry backs out of the driveway just as Austin pulls up with Riley.

“Whoa, who do you know with a range rover?” Austin asks.

“That’s…Mr. Styles’ car.” She swallows as she watches him drive away. “He’s friends with my mom. She texted me saying she was seeing some friends tonight, I guess he drove her.”

“Cool.” Austin says. “I’ll walk you to your door.” He does so, and they linger there for a moment. They hug each other, and he gives her a kiss on the cheek. “Can we do this again sometime?”

“I’d like that.” She smiles.

“Great, well, have a good night.”

“You too. Thanks again.” Her heart soars as she goes inside. She finds Y/N sitting on the couch watching TV.

“How was the movie?”

“Really funny.” Riley plops down next to her. “Where’s Ben?”

“Sleeping at Kyle’s.”

“Oh, nice. So…where did you go tonight?”

“To this axe throwing place. It was fun, look.” She takes her phone and shows Riley a video of her throwing an axe and it sticking to the wooden target.

“Cool! You went there with Mr. Styles?”

“Mhm, and Mr. Horan and his girlfriend Anna.”

“Oh my god, Mum.” Riley gasps. “You went on a double date!”

“I did not.” Y/N scoffs.

“Did Mr. Styles pay for anything?”

“Well…yeah, he did, but he said it was just easier.” Riley gives her a look. “What?”

“Mum, he definitely was making a move!”

“And what do you know about moves, hm?”

“Apparently more than you. You two should go out one on one and see how it goes.”

“I’ve done that with him before.” Y/N shrugs. “We’re just friends, Riley.”

“He drove you tonight, right? I saw him pulling out of the driveway when I got home.”

“He offered to drive, yeah, and I accepted. He’s got a really nice car, thought it would be fun to go for a ride in it.” Y/N blushes slightly, annoyed at her own innuendo. “I’m not dating your teacher, don’t worry.”

“I wouldn’t hate it.” Riley shrugs. “You deserve to have someone, Mum. Dad’s out there with miss thing living what he perceives as his best life, you should do the same.”

“I don’t want to be in a relationship right now.” Y/N sighs. “I don’t have time for it. If Ben hadn’t gone to Kyle’s I wouldn’t have been able to go out tonight.”

“He can stay at home by himself.”

“But I would have felt bad about it. I like being home when you guys are home.”

“We’re not babies, that’s all I’m saying.” She twiddles her thumbs. “Plus, he’s super cute, so-“

“Riley!” Y/N chuckles and throws a pillow at her. “Don’t talk about your teacher like that.”

“He is! I don’t have a crush on him, but anyone with eyes can see how cute he is, Mum.”

“I’ll agree with that, he’s very cute.” She yawns. “Well, now that you’re home I’m gonna go up to bed. Was Austin respectful and all that tonight?”

“Very.” Riley smiles. “He asked me if I wanted to do it again sometime. I’m excited about him.”

“It’s a nice feeling, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N hoped the feeling would never fade for her daughter because she knew all too well how it felt when it does.

The next day, after Ben got dropped off, Y/N told the kids she was going out to run some errands, and asked them to get some chores done while she was gone. She genuinely needed to get some things while she was out, so she did that before going over to Harry’s. It felt odd to be going over to his place in the middle of the day for a dick appointment, as the kids would say, but this was happening. She pulls up to a nice duplex, and she recognizes Niall’s car in the other driveway. She texts Harry that she’s down front, and she sees the front door open on one side. She gets out of her car and greets him.

“Find it alright?” He says to her as he lets her in.

“Mhm, this is a cool place.”

“Thanks, Niall and I bought it together, like, five or so years ago. We fixed up one side and then the other.”

“So he gets one side and you the other?”

“Yup, worked out well. I’ve redecorated recently, for, um, obvious reasons.”

“Right, trust me I know how hard it can be living in the same place where good and bad memories were made.”

“Is that why you came out here?”

“One of the reasons she sighs as she kicks her shoes off. “I needed a fresh start.”

He hums his response as he cups her jaw in his large hands, bringing his lips to hers.

“How long do you have?” He says against her lips.

“An hour at most. I have to go to the grocery store after this.”

“Oh.” He smirks. “You won’t be going to the store after this.”

“Wh-why not?” She swallows.

“Because you’re not gonna be able to walk when I’m done with you.” He bends down and lifts her up over his shoulder and she squeals.

“Harry!” She giggles as he brings upstairs to his room. Fuck, he was strong. “What will I tell my kids when I’m walking funny?”

“Tell them good old Mr. Styles cracked your spine in half, I’m sure that’ll go over well.” He drops her on his bed, and gets his shirt off. She looks up wide eyed at him. “Oh, love, I’m not actually gonna do that.”

“I know, I’ve just never seen your tattoos in the daylight like this. I mean when we showered I sort of did, but…they’re so pretty.”

His features soften and he picks her up again, getting himself on the bed and laying her down. He sucks on her bottom lip as she wraps her arms and legs around him. His hands work to undo her jeans, and he tugs them down past her bum. She kicks them off the rest of the way, and he pets her over her underwear. She moans into his mouth, and his dips his fingers inside, sliding along her slit. She could feel him growing hard against her hip.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you blow me for a bit?”

“Of course! Lay down.”

He gives her a relieved smile and lays back on the bed. She gets between his legs and does his pants. She gets them off and tugs his boxers down. She kisses his tip first, then gives his shaft kisses before licking him up and down. She looks up at him and sees he’s already watching her. She smirks and wraps her lips around his tip, sinking down on him as much as she could.

“Yeah, just like that.” He groans. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

She moans against him and bobs her head up and down. This wasn’t her favorite thing to do in the world, but she didn’t mind do it for it for Harry since he was so attentive with her. She gets him to the brink of coming, and then he pulls her off of him. He gets her naked, and opens her legs up, diving right in. The flat of his tongue sliding up her center to her clit. He sucks both of her lips, one at a time before focusing on her clit again. Two of his fingers slip inside her, and her eyes roll back. He has her crying out moments later, and before she knows it he’s getting a condom on.

“Can I go on top?” She asks.

“Sure.” He shrugs and lays down, his cock stiff and ready for her.

She swings her leg over him, and rubs his tip over her clit before sinking down on his. His hands grip her hips as she moves around in a circle to get comfortable. She moves herself on and off his cock, enjoying the stretch he’s giving her. When she gets a little tired she comes down to him chest to chest, and kisses him. His hands slide to her ass, and he moves her on him. He thrusts in and out of her, and she moans into his neck.

“Like the way I feel like this?” He grunts.

“Yes, fuck.” She mumbles. Her clit was rubbing against him perfectly, and she was trying to concentrate on that. “Don’t stop what you’re doing.” She tugs at his hair and he nearly growls.

He thrusts into her faster and faster, it has her panting and moaning. His tip was hitting her g-spot, so the whole thing was really overwhelming. She moans out his name loudly as she comes, and he fucks her through it. He lifts her off of him, and sets her down on her stomach. He gets behind her and pushes back inside. She gasps, but it feels good. He fucks her from behind until he comes, and collapses on top of her. He holds her for a moment before pulling out and getting rid of the condom. She uses the bathroom, and gets dressed. He throws on a pair of boxers and a sweatshirt.

“Thanks for adding me to your list of errands.” He says to her as they stand in his front hall. She giggles into his chest as he hugs her and kisses the top of her head.

“My legs are working just fine, by the way. But I’m too tired to go grocery shopping now.”

“Well, you only gave me a bloody hour, love, and you made me come really fast.” He pouts. “Can’t seem to last that long with you.”

“Maybe you should jerk off before I come over next time so you can handle it.” She grins and he rolls his eyes.

“You came twice didn’t you?” She nods yes. “Alright then, quit your complaining. Go on, get outta my house.” He pats her bum and kisses her one more time. “Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

“You too.” Y/N drove home with a smile on her face the whole way.

Things were like this most weekends, especially when the kids were at Joseph’s. Harry would come over on Friday night instead of Saturday in case he fell asleep. Plus if he stayed the night that meant they could have sex most of the day Saturday, which was really nice. Y/N was having a lot of fun with Harry. Sometimes they’d meet up with Anna and Niall to go bowling, or catch a movie. In a way it felt like dating, but there was absolutely zero pressure. It was the exact companion ship she had hoped for.

When the holidays rolled around, she got the kids for Christmas, and Joseph got them for New Year’s, which meant Y/N could go to the party Harry was having. Apparently it was an annual thing. There were a lot of people from school there so she felt right at home. Y/N hadn’t had a New Year’s kiss in quite some time, so it wasn’t even on her mind until all of the couples migrated towards each other as it got closer to midnight.

Harry was wandering through his home trying to find her. She was in the kitchen refilling her drink. He lets out a sigh of relief. He could hear people starting the countdown.

“Christ, there you are!” He says to her, pulling her into him.

“You were looking for me?”

“Course I was, who else am I gonna kiss, hm?” They hear everyone yell ‘one’ and he plants one on her. She thought it would be a simple peck since there were people around, but no, Harry full on kissed her. “Happy New Year.” He breathes and then kisses her forehead.

“Happy New Year.” She says faintly as he walks away from her to continue being a good host. She was one of the last people there, feeling drained at nearly two in the morning. She was getting her coat, about ready to say goodbye when he looked at her funny. “What?”

“Where do you think you’re going at this hour?”

“Home.”

“Nope, sorry, m’afraid you’re staying with me tonight. Get that coat off, now.” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“Is that so?”

“it is.” He nods, and she smirks at him stepping closer to him.

“Make me.” She grins and his eyebrows raise.

“Right.”

Before she knows it she’s being picked up and carried to his room. They both giggle as he gets her in his room. He gets her jacket and boots off, and he tosses her one of his bed shirts.

“What’s this for?” She asks as she holds the shirt up.

“To sleep? Can’t fuck you right now, I’m knackered.”

“Oh.” She blushes. “Alright, well, thank you. Um…you wouldn’t happen to have a spare toothbrush and a washcloth then would you?”

“Sure, I’ll pull that out of the linen closet for you, one second.” He leaves the bedroom and comes back shortly and gives her what she asked for.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” He shrugs and starts taking his clothes. “Feel free to use the bathroom first.”

She nods and does so. She liked the way his shirt fit, how it hugged her thighs and just barely covered her bum. She washes up and shyly pads back into the bedroom. He smiles when he sees her, and watches as she crawls onto the bed.

“Well, don’t you look cute.” He pinches her thigh as she settled.

“Oh! Don’t do that.” She swats his hand away and he chuckles, getting up from the bed.

“Back in a tick.”

He shuts the lights off once he’s done in the bathroom, and gets into bed with her. She felt awkward until he yanked her onto his chest.

“You can be pretty forceful sometimes, you know that?”

“Does it bother you?”

“Not really, it’s not like I don’t feel safe.”

“You feel safe with me?” He asks softly.

“I do.” She feels him hold her a little closer.

“I just want what I want when I want it I guess.”

“So I’ve noticed. I like a man that knows what he wants, though, so it’s not like it’s a turn off.

“Aw, so you feel safe with me and you like me. A Happy New Year indeed.” She sucks her teeth at that and it makes him laugh. “What’s wrong, can’t take a bit of teasing?”

“I can, you’re just annoying.” She nudges him and he kisses the top of her head.

“You’re fun, Y/N.” He chuckles.

“Let’s get some sleep so you can fuck me in the morning, yeah?”

“I like the way you think.” He sighs and lets his eyes droop closed.

Y/N and Harry spent most of New Year’s day in his best, and neither of them would have had it any other way.

“Y/N?” One of her student workers comes into her office. “Mr. Horan from the math department is here to see you.”

“He is?” She raises an eyebrow. “Um, alright, he can come in.” The girl nods and lets Niall in. He closes the door behind him. “Is everything alright with Ben?”

“Yeah, this isn’t work related.”

“Oh…alright, would you like to have a seat?”

“No, it won’t take long…um…did you know Harry’s birthday is on the first of February?”

“I did not know that, no.”

“Right, well, I’m throwing him a party at this pub he really likes to go to. He’s turning thirty, you know? Wanted it to be a little more special for him.” She nods and he continues. “He’s shy about his birthday, and he’d never come right out and say it, but I know it would be mean the world to him if you came.”

“Well, of course I’ll go. It’s not like I haven’t been to a party with him before.”

“Yes, but instead of casually coming over to his New Year’s party…you’d sort of be showing up as his lady, you know?”

“What are you getting at here?”

“Come on, Y/N.” Niall scoffs. “He’s crazy about you, can’t you see that?”

“Niall…” She says in a hushed tone. “You know very well that he and I are nothing more than-“

“Fuck buddies, yeah, yeah.” He rolls his eyes. “This has been going on for months, you seriously don’t want more with the guy?”

“No.” She swallows. “I’m getting exactly what I need from him. He doesn’t want more either, what we’re doing works for both of us. Has…has he said something to you?”

“Not in so many words, but he talks about you enough. I think it’s silly to not go for it.”

“Look, if I didn’t have two kids maybe things could be different between him and I, but it’s not that simple. I don’t want more…at least not right now.”

“Alright.” He sighs. “I’ll text you the details for the party, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Oh, and keep it a secret. He thinks we’re going on a bar crawl.”

She nods and out the door he goes. She sighs heavily and shakes her head. Now there would be all this pressure for his birthday. Did she need to get him a gift? And what kind of gift should it be?

“Mum, you look so good.” Riley says sitting on Y/N’s bed when she comes out in a red dress.

“Thank you, honey.”

“And this is for a friend’s birthday party?”

“Yes.”

“Whose birthday?” Riley grins.

“Harry’s.” Y/N sighs.

“Did you get him anything good?”

“I…I got him, like, well, you know how he likes to wear all those rings? So I saw this ring at the store that I thought he might like.”

“You got him a ring?”

“Is it weird? It’s weird right? I just…I saw it and I thought of him, and I-“

“I bet he’ll love it, Mum.”

“Alright.” She nods. “Listen…you’ll be alright with Ben tonight? I…I could either be home really late, or I might not come back until the morning depending on how much I have to drink.”

“He’s setting up some movies and popcorn for us as we speak. We can handle it.”

“Good, okay, thank you.”

“Where would stay if you don’t come home?”

“Mr. Horan has offered me his guest room if need be.” It was a blatant lie but she couldn’t very well tell her fourteen-year-old that she was most likely going to have birthday sex with her teacher.

“Okay.” Riley shrugs and goes downstairs with Y/N. The doorbell rings. “I’ve got it.” She says as Y/N gets her coat on. “Hi, Mr. Styles.”

“Hello, Riley, is your mum ready to go?”

“Mhm, she’s just getting her coat on. Happy birthday, by the way.”

“Thank you.” He smiles and then uses all his willpower to not let his jaw drop when he sees Y/N. He couldn’t even see her dress, but he could tell she’d be a knockout tonight. “Ready?”

“Yes.” She smiles and turns to Riley and Ben. “Don’t be afraid to call if you need anything. I can be home in a flash. I’ll text you later to let you know what my, um, plans are.” She blushes and pushes Harry outside as the kids wave them off.

“She’s not subtle.” Ben says as he plops onto the couch.

“I know, I wish they’d just admit they’re in love and get on with it.” Riley says and starts the movie.

Harry opens the backseat of Niall’s car for her, and then he jogs around to the other side. Niall was driving, and Anna was in the passenger seat. Everyone greets one another and off they go. Harry keeps his hand on Y/N’s knee the whole way, and she puts her hand over his. They smile at each other, but nothing is said. Needless to say he was surprised by there being a party at the pub for him, but he was delighted.

Niall had done really well. Lots of drinks and appetizers going around, good music, and people mingling. There was even a cheesy slideshow of every single one of Harry’s school pictures throughout the years, and Y/N had to fight tears from laughing so hard at some of them. Harry couldn’t have asked for a better birthday, especially with Y/N around. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her all night, and eventually his arm didn’t leave from its place around her waist. No one really paid it any attention. Most people knew there was something going on between the two of them, but it was none of their concern. The single men in the room at the least knew not to hit on her. No one really wanted to get on Harry’s shit list.

There was a table for gifts, but Y/N kept hers in her purse, not wanting it to get lost. She also wanted to give it to him in private in case things got awkward. She had overthought the ring over and over. It was this nice topaz band that she thought he’d like. He said he was always looking for a pop of color in his wardrobe.

“Hey.” He says to her, pulling her into him. “Are you gonna come home with me?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “Are you having a good time?”

“A great time. Couldn’t have asked to turn thirty with better people.” He tucks some hair behind her ear and she shivers. “Can’t to get you back to my place, though.” He leans in to speak in her ear. “M’gonna mess up all this pretty makeup you’re wearing.” He kisses her cheek and lets her go. She was suddenly counting down the moments until it was time to leave.

When it came time, she helped grab all of the gifts off the table and bring them to Niall’s car. She had texted Riley that she wouldn’t be coming home which she felt slightly guilty about. She didn’t like giving up her weekends with the kids like this. Niall and Anna help get everything inside, and then leave Harry and Y/N alone, drinking water in the kitchen. He comes over to her, putting his hands on her hips, and pulling her forward.

“Have I told you how fucking sexy you look tonight? I’ve had to hold my hand under my jaw all night just to keep it from dropping.”

“Idiot.” She chuckles. “Oh! Wait, I got you something.” She snatches her purse from the counter.

“So it’s not lingerie? Sort of thought you were my gift.” He smirks and she rolls her eyes.

“That wouldn’t be very original, and I don’t find lingerie to be particularly comfortable, sorry, Sport.” She fishes the ring box out of her purse. “Here we are. If it’s weird feel free to just kick me out…I saw it thought you’d like it, nothing more to it than that.”

He takes the box from her, furrowing his brows. His eyes widen as he opens it up. He looks between her and the topaz band several times.

“Are you serious?” He says.

“Y-yeah…do you like it?”

“Are you kidding? I love it! I just can’t decide what finger to put it on.”

“I guessed on the size. You have such fat fingers, so I went with a larger one.”

“Think that’s the first time I’ve heard you complain about my fingers. Better be the last.” He slips the ring onto his middle finger and holds it out. “It’s perfect, thank you so much. You really didn’t have to do this.”

“I know, but I wanted to. Like I said, I saw it and thought you’d like it.”

He hugs her and she hugs him back. He kisses her cheek and works his way to her lips. He sucks on her bottom lip, and she tugs at his shirt. His hands slide down to her ass and he squeezes.

“Fuck, I want you so bad.” He says against her lips, and lifts her up onto the counter.

“Mm-mm, just bring me upstairs, I don’t wanna have sex on the counter again.”

“But it’s my birthday.” He pouts.

“Yeah, and last time we did this my back hurt for, like, three days, so bring me upstairs.”

He sucks his teeth and lifts her back up, carrying her bridal style out to the staircase, and up to his room. He sets her down on the bed and takes her heels off, sliding his hands up her calves and thighs. He pulls her to her feet so he can lift the dress up over her head. He tugs her nylons off along with her underwear, and unclips her bra, leaving her naked in front of him. He licks his lips and kisses her. Running his hands all over her body. She works to get his shirt undone, and pushes it off his shoulders. She undoes his pants and lets them drop to the floor, he steps out of them, and they both fall back on the bed. He grinds his hard dick, still clothes by his boxers, right into her core, and she groans. He continues to grind against her, and she moves her hips along with his to get some extra friction.

“I want you to suck me off while I fuck you with my tongue.”

She nods and they switch positions so he can lay on his back. She gets situated over his face, and she lowers herself on his body. His tongue moves back and forth along her slit before entering her. She gasps just as she’s getting her lips wrapped around him. His hands grip her hips so he can lick into her in just the right way. She moans around his cock as she tries to bob up and down on him. He removes his tongue from her so he can finger her, and he licks up to her other hole, something they’ve done before. She chokes on his dick and pulls off, choosing to pump him instead.

“Shit, Harry, oh my god!”

He moans against her as she comes around his fingers. He pulls his fingers away and laps her up. He rolls her onto her stomach, and he grabs a condom quickly. He rolls it on and spreads her legs wide open. She lifts her hips up as he pushes inside her, and he grabs a pillow to put under her back. He rocks in and out of her as his hands knead her breasts. She wraps her arms around his neck to pull him down to her, and she licks into his mouth. He moans into her as their chests touch and sweat starts to form between their bellies.

“Y/N.” He moans into her ear, and it raises goosebumps all over skin. She wraps her legs around his waist to pull him even closer. He kisses on her neck and she runs her fingers through his hair. “I want you to come at the same time as me, think you can do that?”

“Y-yeah.”

He snakes a hand between them so he can rub her clit and her mouth falls open. They make eye contact the entire time, and they cry out as they come together. He collapses on top of her, and she holds him close, kissing his cheek multiple times. He keeps his head buried in her chest for a few moments. He looks up at her, about to say something, but her phone goes off.

“Shit, it could be the kids…”

“One second.” He pulls out of her with a grunt, and lets her up. She gets up and waddles over to his dresser and grabs her phone.

“Ben?”

“Hi, Mum, I’m sorry it’s so late, but Riley doesn’t feel well. I think it’s her period, but she’s on the floor, like, clutching at her stomach and I don’t know what to do for her…”

“Shit, okay, um, get her a glass of milk and two ibuprofen from the cabinet. I’ll be home soon, I’ll set up a warm compress for her. She gets really bad cramps like me sometimes.”

“Okay, thanks, sorry again.”

“No problem, I’ll see you soon.” She turns to Harry. “I…I’m sorry, I can get an uber or-“

“I’ll drive you, don’t be silly.” He says, already throwing some sweats on. “Do you want something to change into so you don’t have to put all that back on?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

He gets her a sweatshirt and some sweatpants. Once she’s cleaned herself up they’re out the door and into his car. This time around he holds her hand the whole way, their fingers intertwined and everything. When he turns the car off when he pulls in, she gives him a funny look.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m coming in, obviously.”

“You don’t need to.”

“I know, now come on.”

They get inside, and poor rile is still laying on the floor sucking milk out of a straw. Ben was sitting on the ground neck to her rubbing her back.

“Mum?”

“Hi, sweetie.” Y/N gets on her knees next to her.

“Feels like someone’s squeezing my insides with a spiked glove.”

“I know, baby, the medicine will work soon, I promise.” She sighs. “Ben, in the bathroom cabinet is where the warm compresses are, could you get one for me please?”

“Yeah.” He stands up and looks at Harry, but doesn’t say anything. Riley sees Harry’s sneakers and turns to look at him.

“Hey, Mr. Styles…”

“Hey.” He smiles. “Not feeling great, huh?”

“Cramps.” She says bluntly.

“Ugh, that’s the worst.” He sits down next to her. “My older sister used to get them really bad, I felt terrible.”

Ben comes back with the warm compress, and Y/N snaps it to get it to warm up, and she presses it to Riley’s lower back. She sighs from the feeling.

“See? Better already.” Y/N says.

“I don’t know what happened. I was fine all night, and then I got up to get some more soda, and I basically fell to the ground.”

“The bad ones can creep up on you unfortunately. I need to get you up to your room.”

“I could carry her…if…if that’s alright with everyone.” Harry says.

“That would be okay.” Riley says. “No one else could do it anyways.”

He helps her up, double and triple checking it’s okay that he’s touching her, and he carries her up. Y.N has Ben clean up the living room before he goes to bed. Y/N goes into Riley’s room after Harry’s places her on her bed.

“All set?” Y/N says to her, brushing some hair away from her face.

“Yeah, thank you.” She yawns. “Goodnight.”

“Night, honey.”

Y/N tugs Harry into her room, and closes the door.

“I’m so sorry, thank you for coming in…I don’t know how I would’ve helped her upstairs, I would have had to make a bed for her on the couch.” Y/N starts tearing up. “There are so many things I can do for them on my own until I’m reminded that there are things that I just can’t.”

“Hey.” He puts his hands on her shoulders. “You’re a great mum and you’re doing what you can. I couldn’t imagine being so young and raising two teenagers. You make it look easy, honestly. You’re amazing, Y/N.”

“You really think so?”

“I do.” He nods.

“Would you…I mean…it’s late, um, would you want to just stay here?”

“It wouldn’t be weird for you?”

“No.” He smiles and starts taking his clothes off. They get into bed together and cuddle all night. He somehow was always exactly what she needed, and it scared her a little. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Put me at ease the way you do?”

“I don’t know.” He smiles down at her. “Didn’t realize I did that for you.”

“Well, you do. And I don’t know how I feel about it.”

“Christ, Y/N, just admit you like me as more than just a guy who fucks you good so we can date already.”

“What?” She sits up and so does he. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be. You don’t wanna date? I mean we practically already are when you think about it. I’m not seeing anyone else, are you?”

“With your clingy ass? Who would have the time?!” She laughs.

“Oi, I resent that.”

“You ask me to hang out literally every weekend.”

“Yeah, cause I need to get to you before someone else does.”

“Harry…you realize if you get into a relationship with me you’re getting into a relationship with my kids, right?”

“I do.” He nods. “I know it’ll be a lot, but if it means I get to be with you…I think I could be all in with them. I can’t speak for Ben, but I know Riley likes me. I feel like we could make this work.”

“I don’t want more kids…I’m almost thirty-four, I would hate for you to end up wanting kids of your own. That’s not something I can give you, Harry.”

“You know what I’d really like?”

“What?”

“A dog. I’m great with pets, absolutely great. I miss having a pup around. If we get to a point where we feel like that’s the right move, that would definitely be enough for me.”

“I’ve always wanted a dog.” She bites her bottom lip. “Wow, okay, so…we’re doing this?”

“We fucking better be, I think Niall will explode if we don’t.”

They both giggle, and kiss each other. They settle back down to get some sleep, ready for whatever the morning brings.

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Santa’s Little Helper

Gunfighter Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Flip Hating Life. Humor.

Christmas Song Prompt: Run Run Rudolph

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Somethin’ about the holidays always brings out the craziest of folks, US Marshal Flip Zimmerman thought, like the snow and cold get into ‘em, makin’ ‘em want to act up more than usual to keep warm. Or some damn thing like that. Flip didn’t know the reason, but he knew damn well that it was a truth he could take to the bank. During the months of November and December, people were going to make his life hell. Come Christmastime, the cells in his jailhouse were always full and the judges were tryin’ to book him up for hearings to schedule all the hangings needed in the new year.

1886 had been a helluva year so far for Marshal Zimmerman. He’d love to complain more about it, and he often did, but it was also the year that he had met his perfect new wife, so he figured he couldn’t bitch quite as much as usual.

As the snow piled deeper and deeper with Christmas comin’ up soon, all Flip wanted to do was stay at home in his cabin next to a nice warm fire, holdin’ his girl in his arms and forget anything existed outside of the fence around his ranch.

Of course, he couldn’t fuckin’ do that.

A continuous ruckus of pissed off men and concerned women had been paradin’ in and out of his office all damned week. Each and every one of ‘em complainin’ about one of the town’s more eccentric citizens.

Old man Nick, a hermit miner who lived out in the mountains in a cabin on the parcel where he had staked his claim decades ago, rarely ventured into town. He was only seen when he needed supplies or to exchange a few meager crumbs of gold nuggets for cash money at the bank. Townsfolk didn’t much like Nick, and he didn’t much like them right back.

This year, for some damn reason, Nck had been a bigger pain in Flip’s ass than usual. Flip was one of the few men Nick would talk to, and as such, the burden of dealin’ with him always fell on Flip’s shoulders. Flip had saved his old ass from gettin’ bushwhacked or even shot on more occasions than he could count.

Now, to hear people tell of it, Nick was out pissin’ off everyone in town right in time for Christmas. The surly miner had been seen in the earliest hours of the mornin’ postin’ long lists all over the place, like they were wanted posters for the James Gang. Written in bold script at the top of each was “Naughty List” and below followed a list of townsfolk. Some citizens who considered themselves mighty upstandin’ even made the naughty cut; judges, lawyers, bankers, ministers, and so on. Flip even found his own name on one such list, labeled, “Flip Shoot First and Ask Questions Later Zimmerman.” Not that Flip gave a damn himself. He’d been called worse.

Nevertheless, Flip was graciously volunteered by the town to ride out and have a chat with the miner. Even the Judge himself told Flip to get his ass out there and settle Nick down, and the Judge was a man who even Flip didn’t want to get sideways of.

Such were the events as Flip relayed them to you as he held you tight in his arms where he had pulled you into his lap, in his favorite chair next to the fireplace in his cabin.

“It’s a full day’s ride to get out there to Nick’s mine,” Flip told you, a pout on his lips as he nuzzled into your neck. “I’ll leave first thing in the mornin.’ With any damned luck at all, I’ll be back the next day.”

“Not with your luck,” you replied, running a hand through his hair as Flip huffed a laugh at the unfortunate truth of your words. “I’m going with you.”

“Like hell you are, sugar.” Flip shook his head adamantly, thinking for a moment that he might win the argument.

“The weather’s been nice and the snow isn’t that deep,” you told him, ignoring his glower. “Besides, you need me along to protect you.”

“To protect me, huh?” Flip grinned at you despite himself, resting his head against the back of his chair and appraising you. “How’s that?”

“You’re so brave. The bravest man I know,” you told him, stroking his chest affectionately. “Therefore, you are prone to great feats of stupidity. You need me to keep you in check and save you from yourself.”

Flip laughed at your comment, giving your ass a playful pinch. He chewed his lip for a moment, considering a retort before sighing in resignation. “I reckon you have a point, sugar.”

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The following sunrise brought with it clear skies over the glistening white snow-covered ground. Riding beside Flip in the crisp dawn, you couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked astride his big buckskin horse, a hand-rolled cigarette clenched between his teeth, its smoke mingling with Flip’s fogged breath. He wore the new Pendleton wool coat you had gifted him for his recent birthday, red plaid with a cream shearling collar, and his spurs jingled with every step of his horse. You had an even warmer wool coat in charcoal grey with a likewise shearling collar; the back split for riding, it hung down to your knees, keeping your legs warm in the freezing temperatures.

Riding deeper into the mountains throughout the day, the snowy trail Flip led you on twisted high toward the snowcapped peaks. Nick’s mine sat at the head of a mountain canyon, heavily wooded with busy green pine trees and aspen that were now devoid of leaves, naked in the winter months.

“Stay behind me,” Flip instructed you, spurring his horse ahead of yours when you entered a small clearing. Not far ahead was a small cabin seated against the rock of the mountain, smoke trailing up from its chimney into the evening sky.

As if on cue, you heard the tell-tale sizzle of a bullet flying through the air above your heads immediately before the sound of the gunshot reached your ears, echoing off the surrounding rock walls of the canyon. Flinching in your saddle, you yanked your pistol from its holster, as your black horse reared in fright.

Beside you, Flip was calm, reining his own startled horse to stand still. Strangely, he had not drawn his own gun, looking only mildly annoyed.

“Nick!” Flip bellowed in his loudest booming voice. “If you shoot again, you old bastard, I’m gonna shoot back.”

There was silence for a moment as Flip waited, grinding his teeth impatiently.

“Marshal, is that you?” Nick shouted back, a gruff drawl sounding from inside the cabin. “Well, quit fuckin’ around outside in the cold. Come in.”

The door to the cabin opened, revealing a firelit interior, although Nick didn’t come out to greet you. Grumbling under his breath, Flip rode ahead, motioning for you to follow. Near the cabin, a haphazard fence enclosed a dilapidated stable. A pair of tawney mules pricked their ears at you and Flip as you both approached. Flip rode to the fence, stepping off his horse and tying him and yours to the fence as you dismounted.

“I guess I should have warned you,” Flip said with a sheepish grin, taking your hand to lead you inside the cabin.

“What brings you out this way, Marshal?” Nick asked Flip upon your entry into his cabin before his eyes settled on you. He was a large man, nearly as large as Flip, with a thick head of white hair and a long white beard that hung down his chest. He wore only a pair of red long-johns and cowboy boots, blushing as red as their fabric at the sight of you. “This must be the missus I’ve heard so much about. The one people say is far too pretty to be shacked up with an old hound like you.”

“People say that, huh?” Flip growled, looking from Nick to you and back. “Well, they also say that you’ve gone and lost whatever few fuckin’ marbles you ever had.”

“So what if I have?” Nick shrugged with a laugh. “I don’t give two shits about what anyone says about me. Or thinks. Or any other goddamn thing they may say or do for that matter.”

“I hear tell you’ve been makin’ lists and tackin’ ‘em up all over town,” Flip continued, shrugging out of his coat now that he was inside the warmth of the cabin.

“I did,” Nick admitted, lowering his shaggy white head like a scolded puppy.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to go around tellin’ people that they’ve been bad?” Flip asked, planting his hands on his hips and glaring at the man for added effect.

“Well, Marshal, now that you say it out loud...” Nick’s words trailed away, choosing to laugh instead. Watching the old man, Flip’s scowl turned into a grin, making him chew the side of his cheek to keep from laughing outright himself. You knew that look all too well.

“What?” you asked, stepping closer to him. “What are you thinking and not saying?”

“Just a joke is all.” Flip laughed to himself. “But it’s not worth makin.’”

You only raised your eyebrows at him, giving him a silent command.

“All right. All right.” Flip raised his hands in surrender, a pink blush tinting his cheeks. “So, Nick, you must know all the naughty women in town? You ‘n me both.”

“I see,” you said, teasing him with mock derision. “Any guesses on what’s not happening when we get home now?” you teased, knowing full well you wouldn’t carry out your threat, but it was fun to rile him anyway.

“It’s just a joke, sugar,” Flip assured you, his face reflecting actual terror for a moment at your threat. Shaking his head, he returned his attention to Nick. “So, am I gonna have to come back out here again because people in town are complainin’ about your sorry ass?”

“No, I reckon not, Marshal,” Nick sighed, sinking down heavily into a chair by the fireplace. A black kitten emerged from the shadows, jumping up onto Nick’s lap and purring loudly when the man patted its head.

“Good, you’re learnin,’” Flip said, turning back to you, rubbing your back with his perpetually warm hand. “Are you up for makin’ the ride back tonight?”

Before you could answer, Nick interjected, “It can’t be a coincidence that you’re here tonight, Marshal. I might could use your help with somethin.’”

Flip groaned audibly, glaring at Nick, waiting for him to get to the point.

“I’m dyin.’ I can feel it comin,’” Nick said evenly as though he was discussing the weather. “And I have somethin’ I want to do before I keel over.”

“You’re too much of a pain in my ass to die off,” Flip scoffed. “Have yourself a drink and forget that line of thinkin.’”

“No, I’m dyin,’ Marshal. Just like you can tell when an old horse can’t hardly get up no more and he ain’t gonna make it through the winter.” Nick held Flip’s gaze firmly, his icy blue eyes unblinking under his bushy white eyebrows. “I want you to help me with somethin.’ Consider it a last request.”

“What is it, then?” Flip grumbled, his posture slumping slightly as he relented.

“I always liked kids. I wanted a whole pack of ‘em, myself,” Nick began, before laughing bitterly to himself and gesturing around his small cabin. “But this ain’t exactly the lifestyle a lot of womenfolk want for themselves.” Sighing to himself, he continued before Flip tried to offer some empty placation. “I’ve spent my life out here down in that godforsaken mineshaft, and now I don’t know what in the hell to do with myself. I can’t take gold with me where I’m goin.’”

“Gold?” Flip huffed incredulously. “This mine’s been dry for decades. Everyone knows that.”

“Hmmm. I wonder how it is that everyone knows what they think they know.” Nick grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Pushing up from his chair with a groan, he set the black kitten down on his dinner table, letting it eat some scraps from an earlier meal, before walking past you and Flip back out of his cabin. “Follow me.”

It was nearly dark when you stepped back outside into the wintery chill, the mountains tinted purple with the evening glow. Nick led you both around to the back of his cabin to a newly constructed corral. Inside it was a small herd of eight reindeer, all of whom raised their heads to look at the strangers. They were little creatures, only standing around the height of Flip’s gunbelt, with thick coats and pronged antlers. Beside the fence was a sleigh that Nick had clearly constructed himself and painted a vibrant shade of whorehouse red.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” Flip groaned at the sight, shaking his head. “You really have lost your goddamn mind.”

“So what if I have?” Nick laughed, clapping Flip roughly on the back and earning a glare in response. “But crazy or not, I’ve spent the last few months makin’ toys and knickknacks for the kiddos instead of bein’ down in that mine once it started to get cold here. I could use a hand gettin’ ‘em all delivered for Christmas.”

You walked to the fence, holding your hand out through the railing. A pair of the reindeer approached you cautiously, sniffing your hand before they allowed you to pet their fluffy necks.

“’C’mere, girls,” Nick said to the animals, shaking a can full of grain to call them closer for you.

“Girls?” Flip asked, cocking an eyebrow at Nick.

“That’s right. Girls. All of ‘em,” Nick said as he patted the head of a reindeer. “The stags shed their antlers in the winter. I can’t hardly have bald reindeer, now can I?”

“You should have wrangled up some caribou instead. At least they’d be full size.” Flip glared at one of the offending reindeer who looked at him curiously, ears forward, raising her nose to smell his scent on the air. “These things look more like antlered goats.”

“Caribou would hardly be authentic,” Nick replied seriously, shaking his bushy head.

“Christ, you’re really playin’ this Santa card for all it’s worth,” Flip scowled, looking at you for your position on the matter.

“He’s right, Flip,” you agreed, seeing the way Nick beamed as you spoke. “You know the mountains better than anyone and you’re the best man to have in a bind.” Flip’s expression had turned into something between a grimace and a pout at the turn his evening had taken. Playfully poking him in the ribs, you couldn’t resist teasing, “Besides, how often do you get a chance to be Santa’s Littler Helper?”

“You’re real fuckin’ funny, sugar.” Flip shook his head at you before telling Nick, “I guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“Good man,” Nick exclaimed happily, pushing you both back toward his cabin. “Now, let me feed you and the missus and we’ll head out when the moon rises. With the full moon shinin’ on the snow, it’ll be just as good as daylight.”

“What could possibly go wrong?” Flip huffed sarcastically.

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Once the moon began to rise over the peaks of the surrounding mountains, the snowy landscape alighted in a silvery glow, easily bright enough to see for miles in every direction. Nick shuffled about in a heavy red coat hitching his recalcitrant team of reindeer up to their harnesses, tethered to the sleigh. They didn’t look broke in any sense of the word, let alone trained to pull as a team. They pawed the snow, struggled in their harnesses, and butted each other with their antlers.

Standing close by, you held both yours and Flip’s horses, watching while Flip helped Nick with his sleigh, bitching under his fogged breath as he slipped and stumbled in the snow. Your two horses eyed the team of strange animals skeptically, arching their necks, blowing and snorting indignantly at the antlered creatures.

The final item to be loaded into the sleigh was an enormous heavy canvas bag that Flip hefted into the back of the sleigh. Filled to the brim with toys and trinkets, the bag took up the entirety of the sleigh behind the driver’s bench. Flip also loaded extra lengths of rope and long leather reins into the sleigh along with provisions Nick had prepared for the long night’s journey.

Walking back to you, Flip took the reins of both horses from you, holding your horse while you lifted yourself into the saddle. Flip swung up onto his own horse after you, catching your eye as he adjusted his seat and sighing dejectedly at the task ahead of you both.

Flip rode out ahead, leading the way for you and then the sleigh behind. The route led you first through a valley, winding between the mountains that rose on all sides. Around you, the haunting howls of wolves sounded in the distance, echoing on all sides. The two horses pranced nervously and the reindeer snorted and startled in their harnesses, trying to scatter but unable to do so while tethered together. Nick smacked the long reins down across their hindquarters, pushing the untrained animals ahead.

“Should we be worried?” you asked as another howl cut through the frigid night air.

“About them?” Flip made a point of looking around the moonlit mountains, before returning his gaze to you, winking when he caught your eye. “I think I’m bigger and meaner than a few wolves, sugar.”

Riding through the valley, you gained in elevation, traversing several switchbacks of a pass. The thin alpine air grew icier and the snow deepened with the rising altitude, making your horses step high and the reindeer huff and struggle to pull the heavy sleigh. The snow soon deepened to the level of the animals’ bellies and, being weighed down by the sleigh and the heavy man and bag inside, it threatened to trap them where they stood like quicksand.

Flip dismounted, having trouble trudging through the snow himself. Using the extra reins, he hitched his own buckskin horse to the front of the team. Hoisting himself back up into the saddle, Flip spurred his horse ahead. Struggling against the reins, his horse pushed through the snow, pulling the team and sleigh on through the roughest part of the pass. You followed behind, coming up the rear in the trail cut by the team and sleigh. Flip’s growling and grumbling paired with Nick’s laughter could be heard even above the panting and grunting of the struggling animals.

A series of narrow switchbacks led you through the mountain pass onto easier terrain with sparser trees and shallower snow as you descended toward civilization. A few outlying ranches were scattered throughout the lower elevation in the mountains. Flip continued to pull the brunt of the sleigh’s weight to ease the burden of the much smaller reindeer until the trail became easier once more.

Rounding a final cutback brought you all into view of the valley below, shining in the moonlight. Suddenly, Flip’s horse balked, sinking his haunches back in the snow, before rearing and whinnying in fright. Ahead, in the trail walking toward the team was a hulking grizzly bear, lumbering casually up the mountain. The bear stood around four-feet tall at his shoulders on all fours and was gelatinously fat, his body rippling with every heavy step, and bushy brown fur ruffling in the breeze.

Cursing his horse, Flip kept his seat when the animal reared again, struggling against his harness and the reins Flip held tight, keeping him from bolting. The bear raised its head, looking curiously at the sight before him, lifting his nose to sniff the scent of the foreign reindeer. The small team was also spooked and panicked, but unable to run in any direction, with the sleigh behind them and Flip’s horse in front.

“Nick, get your old ass up here!” Flip barked as he kicked a leg over his saddle horn and jumped down to the snowy ground. He tossed his reins to Nick when he approached, warily eyeing the grizzly.

“I’ve never seen a grizzly so big,” Nick said, taking the reins and aiming a lever action rifle at the bear, who still calmly regarded the spectacle before him, titling his giant head with curiosity.

“I have,” Flip muttered, walking ahead toward the bear. Removing his hat, he waved it at the bear as if trying to shoo away a troublesome pest. “Get outta here, big fella. Go home.”

“What the hell are you doing, Flip?!” you shouted, drawing your pistol and training it on the mass of brown fur over Flip’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, sugar.” Flip laughed. “We go way back.”

Chuffing in the air at the sound of Flip’s voice, the grizzly bounded heavily forward to meet Flip, letting out something like a groan. Your finger was tightening on the trigger when the bear lowered his head, shoving it into Flip’s chest and bumping him backward from its strength. Flip only laughed, lifting his hand to scratch the bear roughly behind one of its ears like a giant dog. The bear groaned again, apparently a happy sound, and rubbed his head against Flip’s chest like a cat wanting to be petted.

“Bears hibernate durin’ the winter,” Flip said over his shoulder while the enormous bear knocked him backwards with every rub of his head. “Unless they’re someone’s pet and fat as hell like old Teddy here. Mr. Logan caught him as a cub and raised him. There’s nothin’ better to keep the wolves and lions away from your cattle and horses than this big bastard.”

You laughed with relief along with Nick. Of course, Flip would be friends with the fucking bear.

“Alright, Teddy,” Flip crooned, giving the bear a few final pats on his head before pointing back down the trail. “Go home. Get your fat ass outta here. Go on.”

Sighing through his nose, the bear dropped his head at being rebuffed and begrudgingly turned and ambled back down the trail toward the ranches below. Flip grinned at you when he turned to walk back to his horse. He took the opportunity to unhitch his horse from the sleigh before grabbing the reins back from Nick and swinging up into the saddle.

A rosy tint was creeping into the navy night sky when you reached the outlying ranches on the edge of town, a crisp clear Christmas morning. Whipping his reindeer into a run where the trail grew less rugged, Nick rushed past you and Flip, making your horses shy away from the red sleigh.

Nick raced ahead to each of the ranch houses outside of town, leaving parcels on their porches or doorsteps. In lieu of a nametag, each gift wrapped in simple brown paper and twine was finished with a gold nugget tied in its bow.

Following behind the sleigh, you and Flip closed in on town, greeted by a few shimmering candlelit windows in the early dawn. A final descent from the surrounding foothills was the last leg of your trek. Nick took the last slope down into town at a run, much faster than good sense would dictate.

By all appearances to any onlooker, the team of reindeer and sleigh seemed to leave the ground in a flurry of kicked up powdery snow, as they flew down the hillside into town. Santa’s booming laughter could be heard echoing through the empty streets in the otherwise still and silent morning. The sights and sounds of the spectacle Nick created was the morning salutation for many of the townsfolk who peeked their heads out of doorways or walked out into the street. Citizens watched in disbelief as Santa slowed his team of reindeer to an uneasy walk, the animals unused to other humans and the other trappings of town, and began handing out gifts to the women and children.

Flip rode next to the sleigh on one side, you on the opposite, keeping the reindeer buttressed between your horses so they didn’t spook and run away with the sleigh when Nick got out to take presents to doorsteps of the houses that still slept.

One small girl ventured out of her door to see what was causing the commotion when Nick lumbered up her steps to deposit a gift on the porch. Much to Nick’s amusement, she promptly asked Santa why he was late, before smiling brightly at the sight of the present and giving him a hearty bearhug. No doubt, she would remember meeting Santa for the rest of her life.

The next stop on the line was a run-down house with a sagging porch on which Nick left four presents. Just as Nick put the parcels down, the door burst open, the barrel of 30-30 shoved out and into Nick’s face.

“Who the hell are you?” the man holding the gun slurred aggressively.

Rushing up the porch steps, Flip’s right hand hovered over his gun when he growled at the man, “You’re still drunk from last night, McCabe. Can’t you see this is Santa?”

The drunkard’s flushed face showed his confusion, his eyebrows pinching together as he squinted to look at the large man in red with his white hair and beard.

“Well, I’ll be goddamned,” the man said in awe, his eyes widening with wonder, lowering his rifle as four urchinly children rushed out of the door excitedly.

Flip put his hand on Nick’s shoulder, directing him back toward his sleigh in the street.

“Good to see you pullin’ your weight there, Marshal,” Nick teased, patting Flip on the back in response to Flip’s glare.

You smiled at Flip when he remounted his horse, slumping in the saddle, and clearly having had enough hassle in the past day to last him the remainder of the year.

“You’re pretty good at being Santa’s Little Helper,” you told him with a smile, laughing when he fixed you with a more playful version of his scowl.

“I’ve had about enough of this cold bullshit,” he groused, gritting his teeth. “I’m ready to get home and open the only present I ever want.”

Making your way thoroughly through town, you and Flip helped Nick complete his Santa run and deliver all the presents he had planned for all the kids in the town and the surrounding ranches. Flip’s only consolation was that the route was slowly winding back in the general direction of his own cabin.

Finally, Nick reined his sleigh to a stop after visiting the last ranch house. It was now late enough in the morning that the woman of the house offered to serve you all a hot meal. Nick was all too eager to accept, and although Flip’s stomach growled from his ravenous hunger, he wanted nothing more than to get home with you.

In an act of mercy, Nick decided to release Flip from his duty before accepting the woman’s offer of breakfast. Nick waved for Flip to step down off his horse under the guise of needing help with the harness of a reindeer, instead speaking to Flip with a grave seriousness when he approached.

“When I do kick the bucket, I expect you to take care of my livestock, reindeer included, and my kitten,” Nick told Flip, reaching to shake his hand and not releasing his hold until Flip nodded his very reluctant consent.

You could see how Flip tried his best not to grimace at the thought of inheriting a team of eight unruly reindeer, a pair of mules that were probably more stubborn than he was, and a kitten that you would insist stayed inside the cabin with you. You smiled at him when he noticed your gaze, and he knew all too well exactly what you were thinking.

At the very bottom of Nick’s now empty bag was a smaller leather satchel. Nick retrieved it, shoving it into Flip’s hands. The bag was surprisingly heavy, its contents clinking together inside like stones.

“You deserve a bag of coal, Marshal, grouchy bastard that you are,” Nick told Flip with a friendly smile by way of thanking him. “But this is the best I could do.” Nick then turned his attention to you, taking your hand and raising it to his lips like a gentleman. “Keep this sonofabitch in line, and don’t let him give you any hell neither.”

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Finally back home inside your cabin with Flip, after you had both bathed and eaten, you stood by the fireplace. Wearing only one of Flip’s shirts, you enjoyed the heat on your tired body. The bag of coal Nick had given Flip had been deposited in your bedroom before your bath, now laying forgotten on your floor. Flip walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and handing you a tin mug filled with hot tea and spiked with whiskey and cinnamon.

“Do you want to get some shuteye, sugar?” Flip asked next to your ear, his rich voice rumbling low. “Or can I unwrap my present first?”

“Are you going to make it worth my while?” you teased. Turning in his arms you reached for his lapel, pulling him down to meet your lips.

“I always do.” He smirked against your lips. His searing kiss burned hotter than the whiskey in your cup when your mouth parted, allowing his hot tongue to lick into you. Your hand at his lapel rose to grab the back of his neck, pulling him harder against you, clawing at his skin and twisting into his dense hair.

Flip’s hand trailed up under the hem of your shirt, his coarse broad palm smoothing against the skin of your back, pressing your body closer to his, as he kissed you with all the passion he had. Reaching to unbutton his own shirt that you wore, he kissed you deeply as he pushed the fabric away from your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and revealing your bare body to him. His hand cupped your breast, gripping and squeezing you, as his calloused palm rubbed against your pert nipple. The rough texture of his palm contrasting with the softness of his touch had you sighing against his lips, your back arching in pleasure, pushing your tits out further for him.

Using his hand on your breast and his other hand at your hip, he pushed you back, directing you backward toward his bedroom without taking his masterful lips away from yours. You brought your hands to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as you let him lead you to his bed. Your hands then moved to the expansive plane of his dense chest, loving the way his muscle felt beneath your touch.

Inside the bedroom, Flip broke your kiss, his eyes finding yours in the dim light, desire and affection shining brightly in their amber depths. He peeled his shirt off, throwing it aside, before reaching to your skin, reverently following your curves with his touch, caressing you gently. His hands skimmed your tits and sides, before moving down to your ass.

You reached to his pants, yanking his belt free and dipping your hand inside. His cock was already hard, hot, and throbbing under your touch. A groan rumbled low through his chest when you wrapped your hand as far around him as possible, making him buck into your grip. Flip’s head dropped to kiss at your neck. His mouth was open now, licking and nipping at your skin, as you gave his cock a few solid pumps. You loved the feel of him, from his thick velvety tip down the rigid length that pulsed in your hand.

Shoving his pants the rest of the way down his thickly muscled thighs, his heavy cock arched upward proudly when it swung free. Flip pushed you softly back onto the bed. You laughed as you fell backward, smiling up at him. He stood beside the bed, admiring you for a moment, beaming with love for you. The mattress dipped with his weight when he crawled over you, kissing his way up your body.

Returning his lips to yours, he kissed you deeply, as he nudged his cock into you, stretching you deliciously when he sank in inch by girthy inch. “Your little pussy always feels so fuckin’ good, sugar. So wet. So fuckin’ tight on my cock,” Flip groaned when his cock filled you completely, his hips flush against you.

When he started rocking into you, slowly at first before thrusting more firmly, you couldn’t help but dig your nails into the meat of his back, wordlessly telling him how much you wanted more. Raising your legs higher up his waist, allowing him to slide in even deeper, you met his thrusts with your own motions. Flip’s angle was perfect, as always, each drag of his cock sending a current of pleasure coursing through you.

Growling hungrily at the feel of you, Flip increased his pace, slamming his hips against you. Sounds of skin slapping against skin and of your shared panted breaths soon filled the room. You could only moan in response to the sensations he gave you. Your hands moved to twist into his thick hair, tugging harshly, as your pleasure quickly built.

Flip felt your pussy tighten around his cock, wanting more of him, and your thighs squeezing him harder, your hands gripping him desperately. He pumped into you as hard as he could, feeling your pussy flutter and clench in response.

Moaning Flip’s name in ecstasy, you came hard around his cock, pleasure shooting through you in time with his hard thrusts. Flip groaned through gritted teeth, his eyebrows pinched together, straining to fuck you while your pussy pulsed around him.

Once your body went limp beneath him, he allowed his rhythm to falter, sloppily fucking you until his own orgasm crested. Slamming his cock into you up to the hilt, he throbbed inside of you, filling you up with his heat. You shivered at the feeling of his warmth spreading through you and his heavy weight relaxing down on top of you.

With his cock still pulsing inside you, Flip returned his lips to yours. His kisses were less skillful now, his lips pulled into a smile instead of kissing you properly. Looping your arms tight around his neck, you pulled him down harder against you, making your kiss even worse, as your smiles crashed together.

Wrapping his arms around you, Flip rolled onto his back, pulling you with him and trapping you inside his arms against his massive chest. Gazing down at him, you fondly brushed his wild hair back from his forehead.

“You’re the best fuckin’ present I could ever ask for,” Flip purred, his chest rumbling beneath you. He looked at you lovingly as both your breaths evened and the sweat on your bodies began to cool.

“Let’s see how much coal Nick gave you,” you told him after a few minutes, smiling as you traced the aquiline line of his nose with your fingertip.

Groaning reluctantly at having to move out from underneath you, Flip gently pushed you off his body and rolled to his side to grab the bag off the floor. Tipping it upside down, he shook its contents out onto your bedroom floor. A collection of heavy rocks, coated in dirt and mud, rolled out of the bag in a pile, each sized somewhere between a walnut and an apple.

“That sorry bastard,” Flip laughed at the idea of Nick taking the time to put together a bag of coal for him.

“Flip, those aren’t lumps of coal,” you said quietly, in wonderment of the sight of the shimmering glint of gold that peeked out from a few places under the mud. “Those are gold nuggets.”

Flip’s eyebrows knotted together as he looked more closely, seeing that you were right. He reached to the largest nugget, large enough to fill his enormous hand entirely, and rubbed his thumb across its rough muddy surface. Unmistakable shining gold was revealed under the mud, a life’s fortune worth now piled on your bedroom floor.

“I’ll be goddamned,” Flip laughed, shaking his head. “I guess old Nick’s mine wasn’t a bust after all.”

“So, are you going to tell me I was right for telling you to help Nick?” you teased, smiling broadly at him.

“All I have to say is Merry Christmas, sugar,” Flip growled, rolling over you again and kissing you with renewed vigor.

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