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molina-fix · 2 years

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Mutual Benefits ::: Jim Bussey x Reader

Summary: When you first met Jim Bussey, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you. Now, he can't seem to get enough.

Rated: E

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI. 69 sex position

Other: AFAB!Reader, Jim being a grumpy old man (and we love him for it)

A very special thank you to my buddy @weenis-beenis for beta'ing this fic <3

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When you first met Jim Bussey, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you.

To be fair, the older man wants very little to do with anyone. All Jim wants is to be left alone: to do his work, read his books, and collect his samples. If it were not for your special brand of tenacity (and a well-placed foot in the door) you might never have gotten so close to him.

Jim pretends to begrudge you for the way you forcefully inserted yourself into his life, complaining and bemoaning his loss of peace and predictability. He claims you completely uprooted his lifestyle and interrupted his easy routine. Despite all his grumpy, half-hearted grumbling, he grows used to your presence, and having you near becomes the most natural thing in the world.

Jim secretly marvels at how easy he finds it to share not only his life but his time and his space with you. He feels like an old bear, followed everywhere by some pesky little bird. A magpie perhaps. With the way you flit around and make yourself known; it’s impossible to ignore your presence. But really, he no longer minds the company. He hadn’t realized just how lonely he had been until he no longer was. Truthfully, however, he knows he doesn’t really need you there, and he knows you don’t really need him. And yet, you both choose to stay.

As such, he looks forward, every day, to your arrival and the little routine you’ve developed together.

Like always, the front door is open. You spare a quick peek through the screen door, peering into the narrow hallway, before swinging it open and stepping inside. You promptly close both doors behind you. The house is cold, and you shiver, putting all your things down and straining to hear for any sign of the large man. When there is no noise to indicate where he may be, you call out. “Jim?”

He answers right away. “I’ll just be a moment.” He’s in the library.

You wait for him in the sitting room, smiling as you finally see him lumber towards you. He always looks imposingly large in the small space and there are times, like now, as he rounds a corner, that you think he’s going to bump into something and knock it over. He never does. Jim wanders his space with the kind of knowledge accrued only after a lifetime of living in it.

There’s a thick book in his hand, his middle finger pinched between the pages to help him keep his place. You recognize it as the book he had picked up that morning and judging by the placement of his finger, he is nearly finished. When he finally reaches you, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. His lips are a little cold against your sun-warmed skin.

Kissing his cheek, you return the gesture. It’s fuzzy against your lips. He pulls away with a heavy, dramatic sigh and makes his way to his favorite chair. Plopping down onto it, Jim sinks into the worn cushions and makes himself comfortable, splaying his legs out wide. The book is still hanging from his fingers as he grumbles, “Must we do this every day?” He speaks as though the following minutes are some great and arduous chore, as though he isn’t currently reaching out and inviting you closer.

Unable to help your fond smile in response to this common act, you slide into his lap, snuggling close to his broad body. He smells nice today, like the forest. The scent is fresh and enticing and you quickly bury your nose into his chest to breathe it in deeper. “Don’t you like holding me?” you ask, raising a hand to scritch your fingers through his beard.

Jim’s eyes flutter closed as he leans into the touch. “I have a great many other things I could be doing instead.”

You’ve always found the sound of your fingers scratching through his beard pleasant. You enjoy the texture beneath your fingertips, the repetitive motion soothing, but you stop. Pulling your hand away, you sit up straight. His own hands instantly rise to your hips. “I’m sorry, you’re right.” You pout as he opens his eyes to look at you. “You’re very busy and I’m just bothering you. I’ll just go.” Your attempt to slide your legs off his lap is foiled by his strong hold as he pulls you closer.

“No, it’s fine. I’m already here.”

Every day you do the same thing, and every day Jim pretends to complain. He hasn’t let you go yet.

Settling yourself more comfortably on his lap, you lay your head on the plushness of his chest. His arms hug you to his body, one around your waist, the other holding your thighs. You walk your fingers up the curve of his belly, poking the trail of dark buttons on his sweater.

For a few minutes, all is quiet. It’s nice being so close to Jim, to hear the steady pounding of his heart with your ear pressed against him. In turn, his fingers tap against your side, searching for the bottom of your shirt and crawling beneath it to stroke your bare skin.

“How was your day?” he asks, interrupting the quiet.

“Nothing really happened. So, there’s not a lot to tell,” you shrug. Some days are just slow, particularly here in Pine Mills. “What did you do today?” You hear him put the book down before he readjusts his hands on you.

“I went out into the woods today.” Jim’s voice thunders in his chest as he begins to tell you about his day in the forest. His words, however, quickly fade, becoming a pleasant buzz as drowsiness fogs the edges of your mind. He’s so warm against you, his arms holding you tightly like he’s unwilling to let you go. It’s safe in his arms, and it’s peaceful to be so close to him. Slowly, his voice soothes you into a light sleep.

The sound of your name being whispered rouses your consciousness. Reluctant to admit wakefulness just yet, you turn into the chest beneath your cheek and press your nose into the rich woodsy scent that Jim carries. Your mind lulls again, until the tickle of his fingers registers beneath your chin. You still refuse to open your eyes.

Soft lips press a chaste kiss to your forehead. His beard tickles against your skin as he reaches to kiss between your brows next. When you still refuse to react, you suddenly find yourself slowly assaulted by feather light kisses everywhere Jim can reach. Against your temple, on your cheek, even the tip of your nose. Now you’re just being stubborn, screwing your eyes shut as tight as possible. Jim huffs and continues pestering you with little pecks that easily coax you into a series of giggles.

Then, Jim kisses the edge of your mouth. It’s more of a tease than anything else. You barely feel the brush of his beard before he’s pulling away.

Eyes now open, you pout in indignation at being denied a proper kiss.

Jim’s thumb strokes your chin as his gaze drops to the wet curve of your bottom lip. He smiles, small and fond, before using his fingers to guide your head upwards. Just high enough to meet him for that kiss he had denied you. The frustrating man keeps it short. A touch, like a breath. Nothing more.

Surging upwards, you grab his cheeks, scratching your fingers through the soft scruff of his beard. He grunts at your sudden action but quickly adjusts to follow your lead as you bring him back. You kiss him as you wanted to, as he should have done. The wet press of his lips against yours is sweet and fresh.

Jim flexes his grip on you, holding you hard one moment, soothing the next. He tends to allow you to set the pace when it comes to these things, even if at times you’re certain he’d rather take over. The powerful flex of his muscles jumping beneath you, indicate a restrained energy he has yet to let go. For now, he settles for squeezing his hands on your hips, helping you turn until you’re properly straddling his lap.

Sliding forward, your press your belly into his. He grumbles beneath you, reaching around to paw at your ass and pull you as close to himself as possible. You curl the white strands of his beard around your fingers, pulling on it gently until his grumbles turn to barely muted groans.

“I really—” he huffs between your lips “—don’t have time—” another groan as you lick him “—for this.” Jim says this even as his arms constrict around you, preventing any attempt you might make to leave your spot.

You pull away from him as much as you can. He follows, seeking the lost contact. “Are you sure about that old man?” His brows furrow and he manages to glare at you convincingly. It’s almost intimidating. That is, until you wiggle in his lap. “Seems to me like this old bear is getting pretty damn excited from a little making out.”

Jim doesn’t respond to your teasing. He just stares at you for a long while. You can see him working something over in his mind, debating, weighing his options. You sit perfectly still, not wanting to interrupt him, but tempted to wriggle against his erection to coax a reaction out of him.

Without warning, he stands with you in his arms. Your legs immediately rise to curl around his hips as he moves across the room.

“Jim!”

His hurried actions don’t falter, but he does spare you a glance as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You cling to him, mildly surprised at his response but excited all the same. For a man who usually likes to take things slow, he moves rapidly through the house and up the stairs, until he’s shoving open the door of your shared bedroom.

You interrupt his advance towards the bed. “Jim, wait!”

He stops just short and looks at you with a huff. “Honey, I do have other things to do.”

“I know,” you smile at him, unbothered by his display of impatience. You curl your fingers into the hair at the back of his head. His eyes flutter. “I just… I have an idea. If you’re up for it.”

Jim looks in the direction of the bed before returning his gaze to you. He seems like he wants to say no, to continue what he had already planned. If he were to choose that, you had no intention of stopping him. But he gives you a small nod and puts you down.

His dark gaze follows you intently and your stomach suddenly feels tight. You’re not so sure about your idea anymore. But he’s looking at you expectantly, patiently, only the slightest tremble giving away his controlled excitement.

You release your worries with a steady exhale and take off your shirt. It drops to the floor beside you. Your bra follows it and now you’re naked from the waist up. Your nipples harden in the chilly air of the bedroom. This house really is cold. You want Jim to come closer, to hug you, to protect and warm you against the cold that is now tickling across your exposed skin. Shivering, you continue to remove the rest of your clothing, the faster you get out of it, the faster you can be up against him. The sight of Jim clenching and unclenching his fists is thrilling as you finally remove your last garment and stand before him, fully nude.

Jim traces his gaze over you, slowly moving from the top of your head all the way down and lingering just long enough in all the right places to make you feel appealing and desired. He purses his lips and brings his gaze back up. “Honey…”

You gesture towards the bed, “Lie down.”

At first, he seems reluctant to do so. Jim looks between you and the bed until you point at it again. You accentuate your command with a hand on your hip and tapping your foot against the carpet.

Grumbling something under his breath, he eventually obliges. He trudges over and slowly, far too slowly for your liking, eases himself down until he’s lying on his back.

“On your side.” He quirks his brow at you. “Trust me.” He obeys with another huff and watches you approach.

To his surprise, you slide onto the bed next to him in the opposite direction. “What are you doing?”

You don’t answer. Reaching down you entangle your fingers in his curly hair and gently guide his head between your legs. He hums with comprehension and moves close, pillowing his head on your thigh. He takes a moment to remove his glasses, dropping them somewhere above his head amongst the pillows. He then grabs your other leg and positions it to his liking, granting him access to your naked cunt.

For a while, Jim does nothing. He just lies there with his head between your legs.

Despite the numerous other times he’s been so close to your sex, you have enough time to feel exposed, to feel nervous. You know him well enough to know exactly what it is he is doing and the thought of it heats your cheeks and tempts you to pull away. You force yourself to stay still and wait.

Jim exhales heavily, his breath warm against you. He rubs his cheek against your thigh. His beard scratches softly against your sensitive skin.

You begin to relax when he finally touches you. With a long, fluid movement, he licks the seam of your slit. His tongue pushes between your lips, hot and wet. Jim leisurely laps at the space between your legs, tasting you patiently and further teasing your growing arousal.

The slow, measured movements draw out pathetic little whines from you. The steady repetition of his mouth on your cunt, winds you up. You’re able to anticipate each little shock of pleasure he delivers as he faintly brushes the tip of his tongue against your clit, and you prepare for it, squeezing your eyes shut tight. It’s easy to indulge in the feeling of his mouth pushed so intimately against you, to voice your pleasure with progressively louder whines.

Jim settles into it, unable to help himself as he grumbles against you. He’s still holding your leg, his fingers tightly squeezing your flesh as he moves his other arm beneath you. He curls it up behind you to keep you close.

The sound of his mouth on you is obscene. His lips part with a soft wet pop every time he returns to your clit, now beginning to tease it more firmly, but just as briefly as before. Lust clouds your mind, jumbling your thoughts as you mindlessly buck your hips.

Jim forces you still.

The firm squeeze of his fingers helps you find your way back from the haze and reminds you of your idea. You fight the desire to just let him continue, to simply bask in the constant waves of pleasure that are flooding your body.

Somewhat reluctantly, you turn as much of your attention away from your own building arousal, towards Jim. You want to be certain that he is entirely focused on what he is doing. When he is, you reach for his pants and deftly undo his button and zipper.

Jim remains oblivious to your actions, at least until you’re freeing his erection from his clothing. Only then does his body tense.

He stops what he’s doing.

Pushing his pants and underwear down gives you enough access to the hairy underside of his belly, the curved length of his dick, and his balls as they droop down against his thigh.

Jim waits until your hand is on him, fingers wrapping around his length, to finally speak up. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to suck your dick.”

“I-I’m not so sure about this.”

You pause when you hear him hesitate and take your hand away. “Would you like me to stop?”

He grumbles and says nothing coherent. His body remains rigid and his fingers clench repeatedly where they hold you.

“It’s okay if you say no, Jim.” Your voice is soft, though firm. You need him to understand that you won’t be disappointed if he refuses. You’re just happy to have this moment with him, whatever it may look like.

Silence greets you and then, “I didn’t say that.” He exhales heavily between your thighs. “This is simply undignified for a man of my age. This is usually done by younger people.”

“Jim, it’s okay if you’re not comfortable. We can stop this, and we can do whatever else you like. I promise, it’s okay.”

His grip tightens all too noticeably on you. “No, no. It’s fine,” he says quickly. He huffs again before adding, “But I’m not going to like it.” His hands start to position you back where he wants you before you can say another word.

Despite his indirect way of agreeing, you think it will be best to take it easy on him should he decide he isn’t into it and wishes to stop. Wrapping your hand around him, you pump his dick a few times, timing your pace to match the hesitant strokes of his tongue between your legs. It’s clear where his attention is, his breathing becoming erratic as you work him over.

A bead of precum collects on his tip. You lick your lips as you look at it, wanting nothing more than to take the red head of his dick into your mouth and lick at the spot. You hold back for now. You keep stroking him with one hand and tracing the veins along his shaft with the other. The little bead on his tip gets bigger.

Eventually, he’s able to shift his attention back to you. His lips press against your clit, sucking on the bud like he’s trying to distract you from what you’re trying to do to him.

Moaning through the powerful flood of arousal now coursing through you, you push forward and take the tip of his dick into your eager mouth.

Jim’s hips immediately buck, driving him deep into your mouth and causing you to gag at the sudden movement. Your throat convulses around him, rejecting the intrusion. Tears prick the corners of your eyes.

Breathing deeply through your nose, you close your eyes and allow yourself to relax. Your throat eases as your jaw slackens. Your lips stay tight around him. Humming around the girth filling your mouth, you enjoy the weight of his dick against your tongue. The taste of his precum finally registers as your saliva begins to pool. You swallow.

With a deep, throaty groan, Jim loses his rhythm. He becomes sloppy and unfocused as he eats you out. His hips stutter in an effort not to thrust into your mouth as you begin to suck on him in earnest. You raise your hands, resting them on his hairy thighs and lightly scratching your fingernails along his skin. The noises he makes vibrate against your sex. He gives himself over to the sensation of his dick bumping against the back of your throat and he grunts through uneven breaths that puff warmly against you.

You don’t mind his inability to focus on your pleasure. You seize the opportunity to incessantly swirl your tongue against his sensitive slit. He’s so close already, the muscles in his thighs tensing and untensing beneath your palms as he makes an effort to hold back. It won’t take you long to bring him to orgasm and you have no intention of making him wait. Not today.

Suddenly, Jim growls, his hands tightening their grip on you. He reclaims the upper hand and digs his fingers into the meat of your ass to push you back to his mouth. The wetness on his beard registers as cold on your overheated skin and you wish you could see the state he is in as he picks up the pace.

He sweeps his tongue broadly over your slit. You clench your thighs around his head, whining when his tongue teases your entrance. He hasn’t done anything other than put his mouth on you. Neither his fingers nor his tongue have breached your hole and yet you feel the tight coil in your belly immediately grow tighter and tighter. All you need is a little-

Jim presses his lips to your clit and sucks hard.

Your body trembles as you cry out, pushed over that final edge. The rapid build of your pleasure, crests into a warm, yet gentle onslaught.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you still. You shut your eyes against the rolling waves of your orgasm. Your mouth falls open, letting his dick slip out and bump against your cheek as you moan.

Gradually, your head clears. You blink, whining as you register that Jim has yet to release you, has yet to stop sending little shocks of pleasure through your body. He’s still licking between your lips, savoring your release, slowly, steadily. The touch is gentle, but the slight overstimulation causes your limbs to spasm in reaction. He nears your clit with his tongue. You tense in preparation, but he doesn’t touch. All the while, you can hear his soft, throaty grumbling.

Jim’s neglected dick twitches, calling you back to it and the precum collecting beneath it. You brush off the haze of your orgasm and reach forward to take him in hand. You stroke him lazily, just a few pumps, before leaning forward and taking him back into your mouth.

Having been given your own release, you redouble your efforts to help bring him to his own. You work your hand in time with your sucking, stimulating as much of him as you can.

But Jim has other plans.

Without warning, his arms tighten around your hips, pinning you tightly as he turns to lie on his back. The action brings you on top of him and the jostling of your position pushes his dick further into your mouth. He shuffles as he makes himself comfortable. As you wait, saliva dribbles past your lips and down your chin.

He finally settles and you resume your attentions, expertly working him over. His thighs quiver and you give them a reassuring squeeze. He’s so close…

Jim settles his hand on the back of your head and pushes you down his dick. He holds you there, groaning as you swallow.

“Not yet,” he growls, breathless.

Pushing up against his hand, he lets you rise. You wipe the drool off your chin with the back of your hand and turn to look at him. You can only really see his sweaty gray curls between your thighs. “I thought you had something to do.”

Jim shakes his head, soothing his hands along your ass, before motioning you back down. “That can wait. I’m not finished yet.”

#jim bussey #jim bussey x reader #alfred molina #fanfic #molina fix writes

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verysmolnerd · 1 year

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Smol’s Fanfic Masterlist

Holy moly I've been writing for four years in a row

Hey! I've been a writer since 2020 and I'm heavily committed to the fandoms I'm in! If you want me to write about a character in HC's or a Drabble don't be afraid to ask! I’m more of an A03 Writer than I am on Tumblr; please keep that in mind.

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cascosart · 2 years

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Really testing tumblrs tolerance today.

Keep an eye out on my Twitter for some spicy spooky content. I’m sorry if it doesn’t seem spooky.

I already have 2 pieces lined up to post in October which are already available on my Patreon.

Leland Drury and Jim Bussey~

More art on the way.

#not safe for minors #alfred molina #leland drury #reverand leland drury #white fang 2 #the water man #Jim Bussey #tentacles #shibari

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d0c0cksb3st13 · 5 days

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#alfred molina #jim bussey #harding hooten #Stephen Arden #Leland Drury #ricardo morales #maxim horvath #Doc ock/ Otto Octavius #andres galan #hugh weldon #hank spallone #snidely whiplash #edy rodriguez #molina verse

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chrism02 · 1 year

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Hello friend!

If I may request some fics…

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illiana-mystery · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday

Haven't done this in a while, but I figured I would do this again since I have a couple of fics in progress right now. And noticing how much you like Space Oddity, I'm also deciding to tease Chapter 7 in this WIP post.

The other two WIPs I want to share are two Christmas fics I've been working on as of late.

Those being a Christmas follow-up to the Thanksgiving fic I posted, Carving the Turkey and an Jim Bussey and Heather Mattis fic.

Scroll to the two Christmas WIPs proper for the plot summary. 😉

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Space Oddity

"Saaltar, can I ask you something," you gently asked as the car kept driving you two down the road to your home.

"Sure," he replied, before looking back at you with a smile. "What's on your mind?"

"I was just wondering what you were thinking about earlier," you said, looking closely at him to see his reaction to your inquiry.

"Earlier?"

"Yeah, like where was your mind when we were walking to the cafeteria earlier?"

"Oh," he moaned in relief. "I was just thinking of how I don't want to leave Earth."

"Wait, really?! Why? I know you like Earth, but you're an ambassador. I mean that's pretty impressive."

"All that glitters is not gold, Teri," he moaned. "Yes, I do like being an ambassador. But being here, even for this short time, has made me realize how much I've missed out on. Keitalea is a beautiful place, but we don't have the beautiful wildlife you have. It's a technological, urban wasteland. That's why I started my study in the first place. I needed a new choice of scenery. I want more than what I've known my whole lifespan. I want this...and I want you. My illuminescent has never been so active inside of me. I've never felt so alive since Maalita..."

"Maalita?" you curiously asked. "Who's Maalita?"

"I rather not talk about it. Forget I said anything," he sadly said. "The point I was trying to make before is I'm purposely trying to extend my study and stay here. I don't have anything in Keitalea like I have here with you."

He looked like he was trying to hold back tears, so you rubbed his back to comfort him.

"Saal, it's okay. You're welcome to stay with me as long as you want. Trust me, I'm the last person that wants you to go back home. I would miss you just as much you would miss me. I'm sorry for asking."

"It's okay," he said as he took your hand from his back and kissed it. "You were just concerned."

"Of course. Because I really care for you."

"Ditto," he said before he kissed your hand again.

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Hot for Santa

Plot Summary: Jim is volunteering to be Santa for the local library's Storytime with Santa event. He agrees to do so since he thinks it'll be a great way to reintroduce himself into the town for Heather's sake. The event involves him reading to the kids, asking what they want for Christmas, taking pictures with each kid. Heather is also there, dressed like an elf. She takes pictures and reports on the event for her day job but also serves as emotional support for her introverted boyfriend. (Smut happens after the main event of the fic. 😉)

"Hmm, looking good," Jim hummed as he looked at himself in the mirror. The old man was warmly clothed in a full Santa suit, posing in front of the looking glass.

He really did believe what he said, until his eye moved to his big belly.

"Well, at least Annie will think so," he moaned.

He didn't really like how much weight he gained over the year, but he knew his girlfriend didn't mind. She loved him just the way he was.

"Now where is she?," he pondered before his phone started to vibrate off of his bathroom counter where he left it. Swiftly, he picked it up to see a message from his beloved.

Heather: Your helper elf is on the way, Santa. 😘 Sorry for the delay. Brad wouldn't shut up.

He playfully rolled his eyes as he read the text. Her boss was always so talkative and always made her borderline late to events she was gonna attend for a news story.

So why would the Storytime with Santa event be any different?

Jim: It's okay. I know how Brad is. Take your time and use your key to get in. I want to surprise you.

He put his phone back down after that, knowing he probably shouldn't text her anymore since she was driving.

After, he went back to combing and grooming his snowy white beard. His facial hair was just as thick and soft as ever, but had gone from grey with speckles of white to just white like his chest hair.

His girlfriend also liked that though, so he decided against dying it back to his grey color, instead letting the grey just overtake the hair on his head.

70 would be hard for most men, but with the young and vibrant Heather by his side, he felt like a million bucks.

And just the thought of seeing his sweet Heather, well Annie as he called her, made him happily hum as the bristles went through the white. But he didn't have to wait for her much longer, since she arrived as soon as he put the comb down.

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Harry Christmas

Plot Summary: On a fateful morning a couple of days before Christmas, a NWH-type event happens right in the penthouse Norman now shares with his beloved girlfriend, Deja. That event being Harry waking up in his old human body (circa 2007) in his old room. His sudden return, of course, shocks his father and butler as well as Deja. But they accept his return as a Christmas miracle, and make up for lost time during the holidays. But will Harry be able to stay or will he have to return to his former eternal rest?

Meanwhile, in the abandoned bedroom, a gust of wind chill from the hairline size opening of the forgotten broken window crept through.

It breezed past the old wood, peeled wallpaper, and remnants of the yesteryear of a decade long passed, before tickling the nose of its former inhabitant.

The chill immediately woke him up, before he jumped up and opened his eyes. Immediately, shock set in as he looked around in the old, unkempt room while his psyche finally realized where he was.

He was back in his old room...in the penthouse...in Manhattan.

But how?

He didn't remember how he returned to the land of the living. All he remembered was a flash of white before he was knocked out, and now he was here.

Still, he felt weird in his former human body.

For two decades now, he felt weightless and now he was forced to endure the gravity of the Earth again as well as a slow decay of the human form.

But he decided to take it in stride, especially after his senses were awakened by the smell of breakfast.

So with haste, and a short montage of picking an old pajama set to wear, he made his way downstairs eager to see Bernard again.

But as he cleared the corner, he was shocked to find a curvy black woman with a robe and a headscarf on in the kitchen instead.

Who was this lady?, he thought. Was she the new help? Or was she a secretary that his father managed to bed?

"Oh, Manny, finally you're awake," she chirped before she turned around. But she was more than shocked to see Harry standing in front of her instead of her boyfriend.

"Harry?!" she exclaimed.

"Manny? Who's Manny? How do you know my name? And who are you?"

"I can't believe...how...where...what," she asked in shocked before she had to sit down. "You're dead. How is this possible?"

"I'm not sure," he answered crossly. "But would you please be so kind to answer my questions."

"I must be dreaming," she murmured. "This is all a dream and you aren't here. Right, right..."

"I assure you I'm real," he insisted before he touched her hand. She jumped and pulled her hand back before looking up into his lively smoky brown eyes.

"Oh my gosh. I'm not dreaming. This is real," she exclaimed before she began to tear up. "I don't know how this is possible, but I'm actually happy you're here. Your father needs you. He missed you so much and has told me so much about you."

"Wait, he misses me? How do you know that? What has he told you?" he asked before sitting down across from her.

"I know that because I'm your father's new girlfriend," she started. "My name is Deja Salazar-Tate and your father is my everything. I love him so much. And he really regrets how he left things. I think he seeks closure and your forgiveness."

"He does love and miss me," he mumbled to himself before he looked back at the woman across from him. "Thank you for the confirmation. I feel the same. I wish we could get the time back."

"Unfortunately, you can't get that time back," Deja said softly before squeezing his hand. "But that doesn't mean that you can't use the time you have now to make amends. I want that for both of you. All I want for Christmas is Norman's peace of mind."

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