#I felt terrible so I ran after him and now we're buddies :)

[arthursfuckinghat]

Arthur and Weetabix 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Horseshoe Overlook

[catboyklug]

Regaining Morality, or something to that effect

summary: Based on the famed epic "Max has a kind of weird but mostly pretty good day and has thoughts about it" characters: Sam (he/him), Max (he/it), cyber-grandma (she/her), convenient crook (he/him) warnings: doggy dementia; extremely vague, canon-typical violence note: wahoo

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Another slow day at home.

The office was down for refurbishment still, so Max was stuck at home. Cleaning. Again.

Though he hated it, they definitely didn't have enough money to hire a maid (or maidbot or whatever), especially considering the lack of cases as of late.

The Freelance Police's reputation took a bit of a hit after...

After everyone found out what was wrong with Sam.

It's not that they suddenly became infamous, just... everyone they met seemed to pity them.

Though, to Max, that was definitely worse.

He didn't exactly enjoy the constant reminders of his friend's condition. Especially considering that, with that condition, his friend couldn't retort along with him. That his friend had no idea that so many people looked down on him, how they acted like his continued existence was such a tragedy...

Max had, admittedly, mellowed out a lot over the years. But if he hadn't, and if he were even half as energetic as he used to be, he'd do unspeakably horrible things to everyone who treated Sam so terribly.

He wouldn't just sit idly by and let these people patronize his sidekick, he'd get up, grab 'em by the neck and-

The sound of a familiar hoverchair stopped Max's thoughts in their tracks, causing him to swivel his head around, ears bobbing as they tracked the noise.

"...'Morning, Sammy!" Max grinned, "You should really consider letting me put a bell collar on you sometime, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

That was so far from the truth he wanted to grimace in pain at his own selfishness. Really, the only reason he said that was to try and prompt the call-and-response he had gotten so used to before Sam's... withdrawing.

...But, something seemed different today.

"Max,"

He felt his heart skip a beat.

"...What the hell are you wearing those cheesy sci-fi glasses for?"

His chest practically fluttering, Max took a step back...

...Then took a running leap at his best friend, nearly barreling him over and off his chair if it weren't so secure.

"SAAAAM!!!"

"Hey, little bunny," Sam chuckled, quickly recovering from the attack and putting his hand on the entirety of Max's melon-shaped head, "You're acting like you haven't seen me in weeks."

"That's 'cause I-" Max begins, then suddenly shakes his head, "Awh, who CARES! I missed you, Sam!"

"Well, if you missed me, I probably missed you, too," Sam hums contemplatively, "Unless I ran off to get away from your annoying but ultimately endearing voice and distasteful, tactless jokes, that is."

"You'd never! As in, never run far enough to escape me," Max giggles

"Adorably ominous as always, little buddy... Never change."

It's obvious to the both of them that he has changed, though. Even ignoring the stupid sci-fi glasses he wears to hide his cataracts, the way his fur's gone from fuzzy to scruffy, the slight discoloration of said pelt of fur.. He's more mature, somehow, even if he is the same Max.

He holds himself differently, even. Not as straight. The years of odd loneliness have rounded out his grin into what only those close to him could recognize as a frown, so it seems even more strained than usual when it's genuine.

But, in this moment, they both choose to ignore that fact. All the little differences that pile up, all the years since their last conversation, seem so tiny in the face of the affection they give to each other now.

"Now, wanna catch me up to speed on why we're sitting at home and not either solving a case or watching television, little pal?"

"Oooh, well..." Max hisses a bit, moving to sit on the dashboard as he prepares to explain, "Another jackass crashed their stupid spaceship into our office, so it's down for repairs... I've taken the time to clean our house, so we don't get black mold mixed in with the asbestos."

"You, cleaning..."

"I know, right?!" Max huffed, "There's so many rules, like 'don't mix peroxide with vinegar', 'don't mix bleach with ammonia', 'don't mix bleach with...'"

"I'm going to assume you skipped the 'research' part of figuring these things out and went straight to 'development'..." Sam hummed, putting his hand to his snout in thought of the wonderful sight of the lagomorph experimenting with deadly chemicals.

"Well, without much in the way of cases, what was I supposed to do?" Max huffed, "The Commissioner, damn fed that he is, hasn't called us since we dismantled Stinky's empire, and I've been too busy twiddling my thumbs and cleaning to go out and catch some Freelance Deed-doers!"

"Freelance deed-doers..." Sam thought for a few moments.

"...If the Commissioner's all but abandoned us--" "DEFINITELY abandoned, no 'all but' 'bout it!" "--Quiet, Max. If he's abandoned us, and you're suddenly free, why don't we make like freelancers and find our own work again?"

"Oboy! Can we, Sam? Can we?!" Max pleaded, full of glee at the prospect of pummeling someone again.

"Can't see why not," Sam shrugged, "Might as well start in the most crime-ridden place we know (outside of our own office) - central park!"

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"Well, here we are at central park!"

After Stinky's swift and cruel elimination, a group of hippies had managed to start planting trees again, and the fifth-best example of the newfound greenery was central park.

When it wasn't so early spring not a single tree had leaves yet, that is.

It was practically empty, now, most people enjoying their living plants at home, and completely devoid of obvious criminals doing criminal things like networking and taxes.

"It's quiet," Max growled, "Too quiet. I think we missed all the perps, Sam."

"If that's the case, we might as well wander around aimlessly until we find someone to arrest, right, little pal?"

"I suppose so..." Max sighed, the only thing staving off the boredom of wandering aimlessly when there are better crime wells to search being the sheer joy he felt at seeing Sam again.

So, the two set off, walking - or, er, hovering, - through central park, not doing anything much other than enjoying their time together, like some mushy, permanent-honeymoon-phase old couple. Which, admittedly, they kind of were.

After a long while of walking past bare trees and frosty grass, Sam had a thought. Surprisingly.

"Hey, Max.."

"Yeah, Sam?"

"...Wanna try that 'nostalgia' thing again, now that we're a bit older?"

Max can't help but chuckle, the concept of even considering that being somewhat hilarious to him. Though, practically anything could be funny to him, now that Sam's back.

"As long as I get to go first!" he grinned, "Lemme think... Ooh, remember that time when we wildly accused half of our associates as being part of the reformed sect of Prismatologists bothering the neighborhood?"

"I remember you accusing one of our associates, and a member of the freelance police," Sam shook his head, "For shame, Max."

"What can I say? The rookie's hilarious when they're scared!" Max giggled, then let out a happy sigh, "Those panicked hand gestures will live in my heart forever..."

"You really are one sick-and-twisted lagomorph... Anyway, I think it's my turn."

"Do you remember... When we fought that one country-pop music star in a bit to end her plan to poison the Earth's soil so she could entirely reinvent 'country' as a genre, and actually came out victorious?"

"Lemme think..." Max hummed, lost in thought as he tried to remember all the country-pop singers they had ended the evil schemes of over the years, "OH! That was good ole' T. Speedy, right?"

"Right on the money, little pal," Sam grinned, "I remember... didn't you use one of her own privates jet to bring about her untimely but lucky demise?"

"One of the proudest moments of my career!" Max nodded, "I was kinda disappointed that I didn't get to properly torture her, but rolling around in all that money of hers once the case was closed was payment enough!"

"Shame we didn't get to keep any of it..."

"Whatever, it was totally worth it!" Max retorted, though it was clear he really wanted to keep at least some of the bounty...

"Now, it's my tu-HU-HOOOOH!"

"SAM! PERP AT INTELLEGIBLE-24-HOUR-TIME!"

Right where Max vaguely said and pointedly pointed he'd be was an incredibly convenient thief, running from a cyber-grandma waving her fists and angrily complaining about her lack of lazer eyes.

"Seven feet and seven-leagues, you're right!" Sam gasped, "...Seems I forgot my gun at the dry-cleaner's again, though."

"Oooh, ooh, ooh, Sam, say it!" Max begged, "Please! Tell me to do the thing!"

"The... Oh, right."

"SIC 'EM, MAX!"

At Sam's command, Max was off, putting his dorky but oddly tasteful hoverboard at top speed as he approached the villain.

Right before the board would hit the lawbreaker, he jumped off, allowing it to jab into his stomach and send him flying into the wall.

The crook now completely at his mercy, Max stood over him, and...

Well, a deed certainly got done, all right.

In all the carnage, the purse (now slightly bloody) had fallen to the ground, and it was now Sam's job to pick it up.

...Hm...

Maybe if he tries to get off his hoverchair like-

No, that's no good. Alright, what about-

...Nothing doing. Fine, that's alright with him. So, he checks his inventory..

Huh.

Well, that's interesting..

After a while of sifting around, Sam managed to find something useful - a trash grabby thingy, or "trash grabber" to the unamused.

Carefully, he managed to trash-grabby the handbag with only minimal added dirt to it, and dilligently returned it to its owner.

Meanwhile, Max finally finished his havoc-wreaking, and trotted over to Sam, carrying his battered hoverboard, and obviously covered in blood.

"That guy tasted horrible, Sam!" Max complained, "Can we go wash it out with something wholesome before I puke his blood out everywhere?"

"Sounds good to me," Sam nodded, pretending to ignore the amused look of the cyber-grandma as she went on her merry way, "How about icecream? It should be tastefully underpriced, since it's so cold out that nobody else would want it."

"...I love you, Sam."

...

For a moment, the two stood awkwardly in silence.

Max didn't mean to say it like that. Not at all. It was rare that he was so direct with his affection, and rarer still that he

And Sam, not having heard those word for several years, had no idea how to respond.

After several more seconds, Max opened his mouth, ready to offer a horrible joke to brush it off with, or a thinly-veiled apology beneath one, when-

"I love you, too, little buddy,"

Moving a bit closer, Sam pat his pal's scruffy little head, and smiled at him.

And Max gave an odd, yet not quite crazed, smile back.

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After several more hours of gallivanting across NYC, buying tastefully underpriced icecream from every establishment they could fit Sam's hoverchair in, the two had arrived back home.

it was almost dark now, and Max suddenly acquired a craving that definitely came with age - a deep desire to eat actual, healthy food.

Trying not to be mortified and horrified by the development, the lagomorph had dragged Sam into the kitchen to watch him work.

And...

"...Max."

"Since when can you cook?"

Grinning, Max flipped a pan entirely full of various vegetables - and sticks the landing, not dropping a single one.

"Since a certain somebody insisted that cooking your own food was a hundred times cheaper than ordering takeout, apparently!" he responded. And that mysterious somebody stopped being able to cook for himself, he refused to add.

Sam simply gave a "hm" in response, too intrigued by Max's intense cooking skills to really think of interrogating him at the moment.

Actually, Sam seems distracted by more than just Max's awesome cooking skills...

Trying hard to focus on the food, Max ended up sort of ignoring him, but he could feel the intensity of Sam's loving gaze burrowing deep into his skull and causing his neurons to misfire until some part of his body signalled for him to blush.

Which he did.

Intensely so.

He missed this attention...

By the end of his insane cooking spree slash bid for attention, Max had made an entire feast for the two, with vegetables, meat, tubers and grains abound.

Even with its terrifying healthiness, everything Max presented, from the tiny stuffed potatoes to the massive pot of stirfry, looked incredibly appealing...

So, without even a modicum of restraint, the two dug in.

It took about an hour and a half for them to eat their fill, and even after all of that there was a massive amount of leftovers.

"Looks like we won't have to cook for the rest of the month, little buddy," Sam remarked, clearly impressed, "Maybe we should listen to our souls for once and try donating this to... someplace."

"Wuh... Could you repeat that, Sammy?" Said Max, obviously incredibly drowzy.

"...Nevermind, little buddy," Sam sighed affectionately, shaking his head.

Against his better judgement, Sam decided to clean up at least some of this by himself, putting the food in various containers and shoving those in the fridge, and placing every unused dish into the sink - which was miraculously clean, much to his surprise.

Once he was finally done, he adjusted his seat to put him in a slightly lower position, and hovered his chair over to the half-asleep Max.

"Adorable..." Sam hummed, gently picking the lagomorph up in his arms and practically cradling it, which it didn't even think to protest at.

With it in his arms, he thought for a moment.

He couldn't even begin to imagine how long Max has been caring for him. He remembers the date of the timecard from that case oh so long ago... but, not having seen the office, he can't tell if that's now or even later.

Either way, this tiny bunny's been keeping itself and him alive, probably for years now.

And there's no way for him to repay it.

...If he had a choice, he never would've left.

...

Holding the rabbity thing a bit closer to himself, he hovers over to their bedroom, and gets ready to sleep.

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The morning light takes a while to reach the windows of Sam & Max's bedroom, but once it finally does, the golden rays of sun flood the living space, bathing everything in light orange.

...And giving Max a rude, groggy awakening.

He blinks, rubbing his eyes with his free hand -

...His free hand?

He rolls over a little, just to come face-to-face with the biggest, wettest nose he's ever seen.

...Sam went to bed with him.

Suddenly, all of yesterday comes back to him like a tidal wave, filling him with an undeniable sense of disgusting warmth and abhorrent joy.

And, despite himself, despite every facet of who he is, despite every action he's taken before now,

He cries.

His crying awakens the dog whose arms wrap so warmly around him, and, just as sleepy as he was a moment ago, Sam simply lets out a curious, concerned whine at the sight.

"I-" he sniffs, "I'm okay, Sammy, I'm okay,"

Not quite satisfied, Sam curls up closer to him, placing his head in its arms in a show of dogged affection.

So, even though the emotions haven't dried up one bit, Max stops with the uncharactaristic show of them, drying his eyes on his scruffy arm and using his dry hand to pat Sam's scruffy, rounded-triangle head.

...Yesterday was nice.

Today might be as well.

But, for once in its entire life, Max has realized something.

Even if Sam forgets all of this, even if he goes right back to being in his own world...

His love for the lagomorph never really left, did it?

...

Today's going to be a good day. Max is sure of it.

[shelbgrey]

Next to Me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 6: people talk

Table of contents

“Hey buddy” I said as Owen aggressively threw his backpack in the back seat and slumped his body in the front seat. “Hey, you okay?”

“Fine, perfectly fine” he said in an nonreassuring voice. He smiled and nodded trying to convince me but it wasn't. “You can talk to me, ya know?”

He sighed and just looked at me with tired eyes. “Schools just not like the one back at home…they all just stare at me like i'm gonna burst or something”

I sighed and started the car. I felt terrible. It's not like he's treated badly but he gets unwanted looks of petty. “It can only get better”

He snorted like he didn’t believe me. His hard expression then softened as he looked at me. “How was your day, by the way?”

I nodded. “Today wasn’t bad…a lot of people already knew about me and bella”

Owen nodded. “Small town, understandable” Owen looked at me as I continued. “Ran into Tyler and made a few new friends”

Owen raised his eyebrows and his mouth arched into a smirk. “Ooo, Tyler, you know he likes you right?” Owen teased. I shoved his shoulder making him slide closer to the passenger door.

“He's like another brother, alright?” I chuckled as I pulled into town and headed for the diner. Despite my cooking skills, Owen and I were used to eating at the diner a lot. But honestly it was just easier than doing dishes.

“Fine, fine, whatever you say” Owen smirked. I rolled my eyes and pulled into the parking lot next to Charlie's police cruiser. Surprisingly bella beat us… actually it wasn’t, I don't drive fast anymore.

“There you guys are” Charlie said as me and Owen sat down in the booth across from him and bella. “How was school you guys?”

“Good,” I replied. “Alright I guess” Owen added.

After a few minutes of small talk our waitress Cora brought our dinner. Charlie and Bella had steak and me and Owen had Rubens.

“I can't get over how grown up you two girls are, you both are so gorgeous” Croa smiled. I smiled back at the woman who used to be best friends with my mother. She then turned to Owen and smiled. “And you look more and more like your dad everyday” Owen sadly smiled and looked down at his food.

Next was an old friend of Charlie whose name was Waylon. He came over and greeted Bella with a smile. “Hey Bella, you remember me? I played santa one year”

“Nice to see you, Waylon,” I smiled. It was so different now. When me and Owen showed up the greeting from everyone was sad and comforting but then we Bella showed up and the welcomings was alive and bright, even if she didn’t remember them.

“Yeah, Waylon, she hasn’t had a Christmas here since she was four,” Charlie said. That was 100% true but me and Owen on the other hand spent every christmas here before we moved here permanently.

“Well when you're done I'll bring your favorite berry cobbler, remember? These three have it every time they come here” Cora smiled at Bella.

“Thanks,” Owen smiled.

“You guys eat here every night?” Bella asked, surprised.

“Easier than doing dishes but we don't eat here every night, y/n does a lot of cooking” Owen said more defensively than he really needed too.

“Well i guess i need to do it way more since Bella’s home” i said sarcastically.

Uncle Charlie changed the subject quickly as something popped in his head. “Do you guys make any friends? How's Tyler?”

“He's good, we have a couple classes together” i said putting ketchup on my fries then handing it to Owen.

“We've met a few new people,” Bella nodded. Owen stayed quiet not wanting to talk about school but he just smiled and listened to stories of everyone eles day.

“Hey uncle Charlie, you know the Cullen family right?” I asked before Bella could. Charlie sighed and put his drink back on the table. “Are people talking about them again?”

“Kinda… I have a few classes with them, they seem nice” I said.

“Just ‘cause they’re newcomers..” Charlie said. “We're lucky to have a surgeon like Dr. Cullen at our potluck hospital. Lucky his wife wanted to live in a small town and their kids aren't little hell raisers like we have around here”

“Oo-kay,” Bella said, looking at me weirdly. Charlie sighed and looked at the three of us. “I just don't like narrow mindedness”

“Yeah, people shouldn’t judge them before they get to know them…they're probably really cool people” Owen smiled.

“Yeah I have Emmett Cullen in a couple of my classes and he seems really nice… same with Alice and Edward” I said and Bella shot me a look full of jealousy at the mention of Edward’s name. I just ignored her and we finished our food in silence except for the occasional conversation between Owen and Charlie about allowance.

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“How's school? Want to come to the Rez yet?” my other cousin Sam asked on the other end of the phone. I laughed and closed my biology book so I could lay in bed.

“Honestly, Forks high isn't that bad” I laughed as I put him on speaker phone so I could get ready for the night. “Everyone is very…welcoming”

“Oh boy” he said sarcastically. It went quet for a bit, i debated on asking about the treaty and after awhile i got the courge to ask.

“Can I ask you a question about the treaty, sammy?”

“What's up?” he asked. I cleared my throat and spoke. “So i know the Cullens aren't supposed to be on our land but, is there any by-law that says i cant hang out with them at school?”

Sam sighed on the other end of the phone. “Why would you want to hang out with them?” he asked. I rolled my eyes. “‘Casue they're nice and i made friends with a few of the them, is that bad?”

“Truthfully I want you to stay away from them but, I cant stop you but i will say this” he said. “Be careful and don't let them come on our land”

I nodded. “I will…promise”

“Good, now get some sleep, okay?”

I smiled. “Okay, good night”

After that i fell asleep despite the feeling of protective eyes watching me.

<Next chapter>

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: when you're paired with the most popular girl in your grade for Chemistry class, you definitely don't expect to start liking her like that...

warning/s: none i don't think??

author's note: okay so i have a ton of requests to work through but i got sidetracked and before i knew it, five parts of this imagine were written.

It's based off the song 'Teenage Dirtbag' and idk, i thought it was cute to write! Who doesn't love the popular girl!wanda and loner!reader concept?

Here’s a cover of the song to listen to because i really liked it and a girl sings it so it immediately made the song 10x more gay, just how i like it 🥰

masterlist | wattpad | part two | part three | part four | part five

"Are you all comfortable?"

The class stayed silent, watching our Chemistry teacher, Mr. Hale, as he looked to everyone with a raised brow.

"You all like who you're sat with?" he asked again, as if expecting an actual response from someone.

I exchanged questioning glances with my best friend, Y/BF/N, who was sat beside me. It was the first day back in Chemistry class of our final year of high school and we were just waiting to begin.

"Anyone?" he asked, looking around.

"Yeah," a few students mumbled in response so we could move on.

He clapped his hands together. "Great! Well, don't get too comfortable because I made a seating chart."

A chorus of groans erupted from the class, including from me and Y/BF/N. Every other class had successfully managed to not give us a seating chart. I'd heard that Mr. Hale was an awkward teacher who hated students (ironically), but I didn't think he'd stoop so low as to pair us with students who weren't our friends. These new seats were also our partners for the rest of the year and were non-negotiable, so any projects or work we did would have to be with our seat buddy. Fun.

Students began to shuffle to their newly-assigned seats reluctantly as Mr. Hale read out the chart. When Y/BF/N left my side, I frowned dramatically, waving goodbye to him.

"Wanda Maximoff, you're now partners with Y/N Y/L/N," said Mr. Hale, making me look up at the mention of my name.

I didn't get chance to register what he'd said as the aforementioned girl soon approached me, settling her bag on the table beside me. I looked up and saw Wanda Maximoff smiling my way before taking a seat on the stool.

Huh. Wanda Maximoff. She was one of the most popular girls in our grade. Everybody loved her, either wanting to be friends with her, be with her or be her. I'd personally never crossed paths with her apart from the few classes we shared. She seemed nice enough, but I guess I had preconceived notions of what she was like since she'd made the very poor decision to date the most obnoxious guy ever. Anyone making decisions that terrible definitely had a flaw.

She had a twin brother, Pietro, who was also in our grade and played on the football team alongside her boyfriend. Her parents were good friends with mine, through mutual friends, I think, as I recalled my mum mentioning 'Mrs. Maximoff's boy' or 'Mrs. Maximoff's girl'. And I remembered when her family moved into our town back in second grade.

Admittedly, Wanda was the star of the show back then, too. We were only kids, but child Y/N wasn't blind. She was the first girl I'd crushed on, an innocent child crush – the crush that made me realise I liked girls. Apart from that, and the fact that she had a locker behind me in the hallway, I never really thought about her.

I glanced behind me, catching Y/BF/N's gaze across the room as he sat beside some other kid. He frowned, implying he wished we were partners, and I knew just how he felt.

Once Mr. Hale finished assigning seats, he gave us five minutes to get to know our new partners as he struggled to find the powerpoint for today's class. If there was anything worse than getting assigned seats, it was ice breakers.

"Er, well, hi," Wanda greeted, turning to face me. Green eyes sparkled brightly behind a friendly smile. "I'm Wanda. But, I mean, we already know each other."

"That we do," I said with a nod, returning her smile. "How're you doing? Your summer go well?"

She ran a hand through her hair, adjusting herself so she was comfortable on her stool. And as she did, a waft of her perfume washed over me and I blinked, trying to ignore how nice it smelled. Floral. Subtle. It suited her.

"Good, yeah," she answered with a nod. "Could have gone on longer for all I care."

I chuckled. "I feel that. I'm definitely not ready to be back."

"Right?" she said with raised brows. "It's gonna take a while to get back into routine, that's for sure. But I guess I did miss seeing my friends everyday."

I hummed in agreement, eyes flickering to Mr. Hale as he attempted to tackle the oncoming stream of animations on his powerpoint. I tried not to laugh as I looked back to Wanda, who clearly noticed the same thing as me and stifled a smile.

"Have you had Mr. Hale before?" I asked, nodding his way.

She shook her head. "Nope. You?"

"Never."

"Sucks that he makes seating charts," she said with a sigh, before realising what she said and looking to me with panicked eyes. "Not that I don't like you or anything–!"

"It's fine, I get it," I cut her off with an amused smile. "I wanted to sit with my friend, too."

She breathed out quietly, a hint of relief in her eyes, and scrunched her nose with an apologetic smile. Okay, yeah, maybe that was kind of cute. Older Y/N wasn't blind either. Wanda Maximoff was beautiful, with long brunette locks and matching hazel eyes that seemed to change from blue to green to brown in a kaleidoscope of colour. A winning smile and soothing voice was enough for anyone to fall for her unintentional charm, but it was purely admiration. Everyone pretty much had a mild crush on her, you'd be stupid not to.

"If we're gonna be working together, d'you wanna get the whole awkward number exchange out the way now?" she asked, half joking, half not.

"I– er– sure," I stumbled out rather carelessly, before cringing internally. Where did that come from?

Thankfully, she didn't seem to pick up on it (or just saved me the embarrassment of acknowledging it) and was already writing her number on a slip of paper. Sliding it my way, she capped her pen and gave me her signature smile.

"Thanks," I said with a nod, accepting the paper and pocketing it. "Can't wait to start those lovely science projects we've got coming up!"

She let out a quiet laugh at my sarcasm. "It'll be fine. You're not dumb, right? So, we'll be fine."

"Can't promise you that," I joked, making her roll her eyes playfully.

"Maybe if we–"

But she was cut off when Mr. Hale spoke up loudly, interrupting everyone's conversations.

"Five minutes are up, let's begin!"

I wondered if everyone was thinking the same thing as me – that was not five minutes.

"So it begins...," I mumbled to myself, facing forward.

Wanda breathed out, a stifled laugh, probably having heard my comment, and I couldn't help but crack a smile. Maybe I judged her too harshly. She wasn't actually that bad.

—

Since being paired with Wanda, I was surprised by how much she'd made an effort to befriend me outside of class. We'd always been back to back with our lockers though not quite speaking, but since becoming Chemistry partners, she'd wish me a good morning if she caught me, or greet me briefly as we collected our books.

She didn't have to, but I could see why everybody liked her now. She was just genuinely nice. Due to circumstance, we'd become partners, but rather than leaving it at that, she made a genuine effort to befriend me. And not even just me, but also Y/BF/N, who was at the locker next to mine. He was as surprised as I was, expecting Wanda to mind her own business as we weren't exactly in the same social circles.

This was, I guess you could say, the start of our friendship. And it was a good one at that. I grew to learn how funny she was, how much she loved her brother, the passion she had for art and painting... she was a wonderful person. Which is why I didn't understand why she was with her boyfriend, Nate. He was a grade-A dick and everything Wanda wasn't. How were they a thing?

It sounds like I'm being a bitch and judgemental, but he really is the worst. The few unfortunate times I shared a class with him or caught sight of him around school, he was causing some sort of trouble with the teachers or picking on students in a way that made it seem like a joke but everybody knew it wasn't.

For example, there was a time when Wanda and I were studying for an upcoming Chemistry test we had. We decided to just help each other study since we already worked together in class, so knew we could motivate each other to actually put in the work. It was, maybe, the fourth studying session we had, and I was going over some notes when I felt her eyes watching me.

"You need a hand?" I asked, unable to take the staring any longer. I looked up at her, quirking a brow.

She seemed to fall out of her daydream and straightened up, eyes flickering to mine. "Huh?"

I gave her an awkward smile, unable to maintain her gaze. "You're staring."

She didn't seem fazed as I called her out, instead leaning back in her seat and continuing to study me curiously.

"Did you do something different with your hair?"

Subconsciously reaching for my hair, I straightened up my ponytail and shook my head. "No...?"

She chewed on her lip, saying after a pause, "You tied it up. You usually leave it out."

Did I? I wasn't sure. I just knew that her noticing something like that made me feel self conscious all of a sudden.

"It looks good," she decided, before offering up a small smile. "You should do it like that more often."

Quickly, I felt warm. Was it stuffy in here or was it just me? God, compliments already made me feel stupid. And compliments from pretty girls made me feel ten times that. It didn't help that she was watching me with an endearing expression, making me focus on my book before me.

"Thanks," I got out quickly. "I– yeah."

Her smile widened before she looked back down to her own book. Suddenly, I became acutely aware of the way her leg brushed up against mine under the table.

Thankfully, the strange fuzzy feeling following her compliment faded and we were able to get back to work without her tuning out again. As we were going over each other's practice questions, an annoying voice shouted from across the library.

"Wanda, head's up!"

"Hey, no talking in the library!" a librarian hissed at the voice.

Wanda and I looked up just in time for a football to smack me in the side of the head. I didn't even see it coming until I felt the thing slap my head, giving me an instant urge to strangle whoever threw it.

"Fuck," I cursed, holding my head and closing my eyes to breathe through the pain.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Wanda's voice made me open my eyes and I saw her leaning forward, hand resting on my shoulder and the other on top of mine that was clutching my head.

"Been better," I admitted, trying to make light of the situation because as angry as I was at the idiot who threw it, I was also embarrassed because it hit me.

Wanda seemed concerned as she gently pulled me hand away, not letting go as she got a better look at the side of my face which I was sure was burning red. At least that's what it felt like.

"Shit, I'm so sorry."

I looked up and saw none other than Nate Green, Wanda's boyfriend, hovering and stifling a laugh as he looked at me. He had his stupid varsity jacket on and I was tempted to strangle him with it.

"I thought Wanda would catch it," he explained stupidly, before moving around the desk to collect his football.

Breathing out through gritted teeth, I pulled away from Wanda and nodded reassuringly. "I'll be fine. Just need an ice pack."

"You're such an idiot, Nate!" Wanda snapped, looking to him with a glare. "You need to watch what you're doing!"

He smiled sheepishly, making me roll my eyes and clench my jaw at the heat on the right side of my face. Fuck, that really hurt.

"What did you want?" Wanda asked him with a quirked brow. She definitely wasn't impressed. I'd hate to ever be on the wrong side of that condescending glare.

"I thought we could go out," he said like it was that simple.

"I'm studying," she quipped with crossed arms.

"I'm happy to wait," he said, toying with the ball in his hands.

Knowing I definitely didn't want that, I closed my books and said, "It's cool. You guys go. I think we're done here anyway."

Nate grinned. "See? S'all good."

Wanda ignored him and looked to me with worried eyes. "Y/N, are you sure?"

"You know your stuff," I said, referring to the work. "You'll be fine in the test. I'm sure."

I offered her a small, forced smile, before standing up to pack my bag. She did the same, beginning to pack her own things, but her eyes kept flittering towards me.

"D'you want me to go to the nurse's office with you?" she asked, shame laced in her voice.

"It's fine, I'll be fine," I said, hurrying up with my actions so I could just get out of here whilst I still had (some of) my dignity left. "See you in class tomorrow."

She nodded, sending a guilty smile my way. "See you tomorrow, Y/N."

Without giving either of them a look, I shouldered my backpack and left the library. Just another reminder of why Nate Green was literally the worst person ever.

—

Liking Wanda as more than a friend wasn't something that happened for a while if I'm being honest. I guess I started to enjoy her presence more and more the longer we spent time together.

I'd come to appreciate it whenever she'd say something completely out of the blue that made no sense whatsoever, or whenever she'd laugh at something I'd said that was arguably not funny but she didn't want to make me feel bad, or even whenever I teased her about something stupid she did, resulting in her doing that cute little nose scrunch she did. But I didn't think of it as liking her, more just a randomly-formed friendship that I was glad to have.

Maybe it was this misinterpretation that didn't make me see how I was acting around her, such as the time I was in the dinner queue at lunch when I realised she was stood behind me.

"Oh, hey, Y/N," she said when she noticed it was me in front of her. Her usual bright, friendly smile was on her lips as she looked to me. "You good?"

I nodded, returning her smile. "Yeah. Just getting some doughnuts for Y/BF/N and I. You?"

"Same," she said, before nudging the guy next to her, who I recognised as her brother. "Pietro and I thought we'd treat ourselves."

At the mention of his name, Pietro looked down to his sister before his gaze fell on me. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he put out his hand.

"Pietro Maximoff," he introduced. "You must be the Chemistry partner, Y/N, right?"

I raised my eyebrows with surprise as I shook his hand. "You, er, know who I am?"

He glanced at his sister with a cheeky smile. Wanda was avoiding both of our gazes, her cheeks dusting pink.

Clearly saving face for Wanda, he said, "We've been in the same grade since kids, right? 'Course I do."

Despite the truth to his words, something told me that wasn't how he knew who I was. Especially since I was sure I'd never spoken to him in my life. But, to save Wanda the embarrassment of clearly having spoken of me at home, I nodded to Pietro.

"Right," I agreed with an amused smile. "Duh."

I moved down the queue and grabbed two doughnuts from the display, putting them in two separate paper bags.

"Dibs the last one!" Pietro exclaimed as soon as I returned the clippers to the display. He reached around his sister immaturely and bagged the last doughnut.

Wanda rolled her eyes. "You know I can ask for more, right?"

Pietro grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Go on then."

The two were twins, but they couldn't have been more different. I simply revelled in their interaction, finding it adorable.

Wanda did as she said, asking the dinner lady if there were any more doughnuts in the back. Unfortunately for her, those were the last for the day, making Pietro laugh as Wanda pouted.

"Sucks to be you," he teased her, as I paid for mine and Y/BF/N's doughnuts.

"I hate you," she mumbled playfully, but I saw the disappointment in her eyes as he lovingly but annoyingly waved his bag before her eyes.

Without even thinking much of it, I held out one of the bags in my hand. "Here. You can have mine."

Wanda looked to me with surprise. "Are you sure? I can live without a doughnut, if that's what you're thinking."

I chuckled, grabbing her hand and making her take it. "It's okay. I wasn't in the mood anyway."

Plus, you look better when you're smiling and not pouting, I added in my head.

She accepted the bag reluctantly. "I– thanks. At least let me pay for it–"

"It's just a doughnut, Wanda," I teased, before nodding her way. "See you later."

Leaving her and Pietro to it, I headed back to the table Y/BF/N was sat at and took a seat opposite him before giving him his doughnut.

"Sweet," he said, quickly opening the bag before realising I didn't have one. "Where's yours?"

Over his shoulder, I saw Wanda and Pietro taking a seat at their lunch table, doughnuts in hand and a heartwarming smile on Wanda's lips.

"They ran out," I answered Y/BF/N. "Wasn't in the mood anyway. Enjoy."

He shrugged before digging in. I'd like to say I didn't spare glances in Wanda's direction every now and then for the rest of the lunch hour, but I'd be lying if I did.

—

I'm in the art department. You okay to bring it here?

I read over the text Wanda sent me before shooting her an 'okay' and heading to the Art department. I'd grabbed her notebook in class earlier on, only realising as I was studying with Y/BF/N in the library and pulled out an extra one, so I was going to give it her back.

I guess, when you realise you like someone, it comes randomly, suddenly, without warning. Liking someone isn't instant, it's constant and gradual and subconscious. I guess I'd been falling for Wanda for a while, without even realising, but today was the day I acknowledged that fact.

The Art department wasn't somewhere I frequented regularly – give me a paint and brushes and I'd probably present you with a finger painting – but it was definitely worth the visit. Art pieces from current and past students were hung on the walls, a mural of the school was spray painted on another, and sculptures stood around. The whole department brought a smile to anyone's face with its bright colours and open space – I could see why Art students always hung out here, Wanda included.

Speaking of Wanda, I found her in one of the classrooms sat at a stool in front of a series of canvasses. The room had a few other Art students littered around, working on their own pieces during their lunch period, otherwise it was empty.

"Hey," I called, getting her attention as I approached her.

She followed my voice and straightened up with a cheery smile. "Y/N, hey. Thanks for coming. I'm working on my Art project, so I couldn't pull myself away."

I waved my hand dismissively, joining her side. "It's all good, don't worry." My eyes wandered to the series of canvases on easels she was working on and widened. "Holy shit, these are so good."

Three unfinished hyperrealistic portraits of people were before us, one whom I recognised as Pietro. The paintings were so detailed, despite their medium-size, and I couldn't imagine how long they must have taken.

"You think?" she asked, glancing between them. "I think I messed up the nose here." She pointed with the back end of her paintbrush to the nose of Pietro. "It's a bit bent."

I almost laughed as I looked to her with disbelief. "Are you kidding? Wanda, these are amazing. How did you even do this?"

She looked down bashfully, a nervous smile on her lips. "I don't know. It's for a project. I chose to do family portraits." She pointed to each one as she said, "My mum, my dad and my brother."

I was in awe of her talent, jaw dropped with amazement still. I always knew she was an artist, but I'd never actually seen her work. I was starting to wish I'd come here a lot sooner.

"So, you got my notebook?" she asked, pulling me back into reality.

I looked away from the paintings reluctantly before getting her notebook from my bag and holding it out for her. As she accepted it, she must have forgotten she was holding her paintbrush as the tip brushed my wrist, leaving a swipe of red there.

"Oh, my bad," she said with a laugh, before setting her notebook and brush down and grabbing a paper towel from beside her.

Wetting it with water from her bottle, she pressed it to my wrist and swiped the paint away. It was such a mundane action, but the way her fingers gently held my wrist and emanated a warmth only she seemed to carry sent shivers down my spine.

I glanced up at her, letting her do it, and noticed the swipe of paint she had across her cheek, as if she'd touched her face without realising.

Now that I paid attention, I noticed how cute she looked in her Art getup. An old, oversized shirt covered in paint was being worn to cover her clothes, sleeves loosely rolled up to her elbows. Her long hair was tied back into a ponytail, but her baby hairs framed her forehead adorably.

When her hair wasn't in her face, her eyes only seemed more intense, glistening with excitement and happiness. I almost forgot to breathe when they met mine briefly, a hint of embarrassment there from when cleaning me up. She was in her element here and it made sense to me now.

I knew I'd fallen for her.

—

"You don't get it," I was saying to Y/BF/N as we hung about the school gym, waiting for the teacher to start the lesson. "It's bad. I like her. Like, like like her."

Y/BF/N laughed, clapping me on the back with pity. "You're screwed."

I frowned. "I know."

As he stretched for class, he continued, "I mean, I get it, I do. She's super nice. Pretty. And you guys seem to get on."

I chewed on my lower lip worriedly.

He gave me a knowing look. "There's one problem though."

I groaned, running a hand down my face. "I know, I know. She's got that dick of a boyfriend."

He chuckled. "That's one way to put it."

I sighed, crossing my arms with annoyance. Since realising I liked Wanda as a little more than a friend, things weren't going well for me. Whenever we worked together, I'd forget what I was thinking because I was too busy admiring her side profile or getting lost in her eyes. If she spoke about the work, told a joke or was simply speaking her thoughts aloud, I'd focus on every little thing she was saying, knowing I could listen to her speak all day. It was bad, but thankfully I hadn't stumbled over my words or made a total fool of myself in front of her. I was determined to not let it get that far.

My eyes wandered around the gym as Y/BF/N tried to give me advice, but admittedly, his words flew in one ear and out the other when I caught sight of Wanda.

She was standing with her friends, smiling and laughing to whatever they were saying. Like everyone else in here, she was wearing her gym kit – black athletic shorts and a blue and white tee shirt, the colour of our school. It wasn't anything special, yet she made it seem that way, outdoing anyone in here. Her brown hair was tied back, the ponytail falling down her back, showing her stunning profile and making my mouth go dry.

Another clap on the back from Y/BF/N pulled me from my reverie and I looked to see he was laughing at me.

"Majorly screwed," he corrected his previous comment.

He was definitely right.

[cringe-car-guy]

Need to vent here because I feel stuck af. I met my buddy Steve last summer after grid life. His brother Chris ran a shop down in canon city. At the time my 240 was running and driving.

Well as ls swaps go. Some issues arose with the car and Steve recommended I send it to his brother. Me trusting Steve with alot of things said ok.

I began sending Chris 500 bucks a month. For some parts for the car. I also started recording for their YouTube channel at the shop. I've only put out a few videos but it's starting to take off.

Shortly after this started I began working at ford and made some great friends while I worked there. It was super convenient since it was right off the highway. At the time I was still on leave from the army. The management was terrible with their communication with the techs. Eventually techs started dropping like flies and I left as well. I asked Chris if he had a position open and if I could fill in and Learn some stuff. He let me come on and I started work right away. I had issues finding a place and he helped me get into one. I had to wait a week to move in so a coworker let me stay over. This coworker is also a key player in all this. (M)

I finally get into my place and. Check it out. The place was a dump but It had enough room for my stream set up so I sucked it up and dealt with it.

Immediately after I moved into town m began spilling the beans on her relationship and how many boyfriends she had. Personally I didn't care for this information but I let it carry on. Her husband was racing rx7s and I thought that was cool but that's about as far as my relationship with them went. But I noticed more at work that she was always giving idle threats and very real ones that affected how all of us techs worked.

Note she was only the office lady and she was only in charge of repair orders. But she always had a dog in the fight whenever someone messed something up down to the smallest level.

Recently I had a spill in the back because I was unfamiliar with the oil tanks we used.

Context: the tanks come from the factory only using 15 pounds of pressure to dump the oil. The one that blew up in my face had a regulator that had a setting for 150 pounds of pressure. This tank was already set to max pressure and I had no idea what I was in store for.

So on this day the tank had made a massive mess and I was covered in oil. At this point there was no way I was sticking around. I had to get clean as soon As possible. My coworker Josh took me home and waited for me to shower. Well after I put my boots on I got a call from M she told me I was irresponsible for leaving oil in the back lot and for leaving my mustang. In the front. (I didn't have the key for it at the time) and I was off the clock for leaving and showering. All of this information had already been addressed but for some reason she felt the need to actually call me about it over the phone. And when I say this lady is disrespectful I mean it. She threatens to beat the mechanics regularly. Personally I don't take any threat lightly. Playful or not. It's not cute and personally it pisses me off.

So when I got back to the shop I told her how I felt about the way she talked to me. I definitely got loud about it because this was a serious situation. I had josh in the room as a safety.

Afterwards Chris came back to the shop and I told him what happened. For some reason he agreed that I should've stayed and cleaned up. (I make minimum wage/ not for so little money I wont).

So now I'm mad.

The next day josh gets in her shit too.

Wednesday she pouts all day because her feelings got hurt

I go to lunch with Josh this day because we're both pissed and wanna get away from the shop. He tells me about an incident a few months before I showed up.

Nick was working at the shop and was party❄ buddies with another mechanic and chris (the owner). Im like cool what does this have to do with me.

According to Josh Chris had made alot of money on a job and decided to get some dope with nick. Some events happened and the split ways on bad terms. Alot of money was involved and some of it was mine.

Same thing ThursdayFriday. But this time I know Chris is doing dope in the bathroom.

Friday rolls around and I'm balls deep into a 64 grand prix at the end of the day I have to leave for the army. As I'm leaving I hear in ear shot "yea he's a great guy but he's a shit mechanic" at this point I wanna start whoopin ass. But I decided to leave and wave as I go.

Today is Sunday and I realized he didn't even sign the check I got friday.

I'm really torn and I feel stuck. Just gonna wait this one out and see how the chips fall. This is definitely a cry for help but I know it'll be ignored.

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

01 - You’re Familiar

This chapters songs:

Daughter Of A Cop; TV Girl

I Hope To Be Around; Men I Trust

Weird Fishes/Arpeggi; Radiohead

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— Y. L. Perspective

My breath got louder and louder each second I ran. With my bento box hitting my hips, bag tossing around, and my skirt flying up, there was no way things could get any worse.

But luckily just around the corner, I spotted students climbing onto it, which made my feet run even faster.

Near late on my first day? Damn, Y/n, way to start your year.

   Just then, I heard the sharp hiss of the engine, sending me faster towards the vehicle than I had been pacing myself before. But still, the driver was ignorant, obviously not caring how much I needed this. It wasn't like my parents would take me anyways.

"WAIT..! PLEASE WAIT!" I started on the side of the bus, running side to side with the wheels. After a few seconds of loud disruption, it finally stopped. The break was hard, and students inside were heard making remarks of protest.

Sure, I felt bad for the people who had to get a brake check, but I on the other hand was completely out of breath and near dead. Couldn't they spare me?

"I'm, I'm so.. I'm so sorry I.." My breath is short, and loud while I breathe in and out, trying my best to try and explain my tardiness to the driver. He simply sighs, gesturing for me to seat myself already.

While I stumbled down the aisle, I received a few weird glances from fellow students. Some familiar and some new. I couldn't tell if it was because of my reputation, or because I looked like a hot mess. Either way, it was too early in the morning for one to give a damn. And so, I seat myself next to another student, finally resting from the marathon I had just run.

I sighed, rolling my head back, and placed my fingers on my temples. 'I probably look like a mess right now.' I thought, letting out a huge sigh. Once I sat my fingers back down onto my lap, I observed more of the people I was surrounded by.

Some third years I was familiar with, a few that wouldn't dare speak to me, and some that were strangers. Other second and first years I didn't know at all; throughout high school, I thought it'd be best to stay hidden and introverted, especially if I were to become popular in the music industry. Lots of young stars still went to school, and usually got dirt easily thrown onto their title and that's exactly what I would avoid this year.

Bringing me back to reality, I capture a peek coming from the boy I was seated next to. He had fluffy gray hair and seemed just as tired as me. But the bus was so dark, I couldn't completely make out his features.

"Something wrong?" I said to him.

He jumped a little, adjusting his eyes back down to his phone. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I just- I think I know you from somewhere."

"Lots of people know me, buddy—" I lifted my head, facing him. 'Hey, this guy does pretty familiar. But there's no way I'd forget a face like his. Then again, I have the memory of an 80-year-old woman.' I think to myself, examining his features in an awkward mood.

"Wow, it is you. (Y/n), it's been quite a while!" He smiled widely, reaching a hand out to me. I only froze, too confused to comprehend the situation. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you're doing well!"

"I-Im sorry?" I question, wondering why a stranger would confront me this way. But something was off— I knew him, I just couldn't remember where from. Maybe from previous classes, or from a concert?

He turns slightly, growing a smile on his pale face. "I was trying to figure out if it was you or not, but it is! It's great to see you're better. How are you?"

"Who are you?" I ask back, a bit frightened.

"Uhm, well, I sat next to you in math class during my first year. Remember? I was a little ditzy, kind of annoying, I never shut up about volleyball..?" He asks, hoping to get a hint of nostalgia. "Come on, you've gotta recognize me, right?"

"Wait, Sugawara!" My finger jumps out, pointing to his sitting figure. "I'm sorry I couldn't recognize you! It sure has been quite a while. But I definitely remember you, now! You were one of the people who talked to me during my first year.. thanks for that. Anyways, how've you been?"

"I think that's my line, L/n." Suga pats my shoulder, then places his hand onto his lap. "You've changed so much! I've gotta know how you're doing!"

"I-I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing in your perspective, but thanks anyway. I've been doing just fine." I explain before a yawn escapes my mouth. Sure, this conversation was energetic, but I certainly wasn't.

"Again, so very sorry for being so forgetful. I don't remember much from first year, especially not anything in math, but I sure do recognize you now." I say, hoping my rudeness from before wouldn't have any effect on how he viewed me. Not that I cared, of course.

Luckily, Sugawara was forgiving that day. With a wide grin, he replies, "No need to apologize. People change drastically during high school; we're no exceptions. Although, I would've enjoyed being mutuals with you throughout most of it! I wonder why I haven't seen you around until today... I believe the last time we had talked was around the last day of first year."

"Yeah, we didn't have any classes together. If we had, I'm sure we would have stirred up a discussion. You seem very kind. " I gently smile, rubbing the nape of my neck. I tend to forget any bad memories, and the beginning of high school sure was a fat one.

"What a shame, you too seem wonderful.." He comments, gazing towards me for a split second, before reverting his focus. "A-anyways, it's a bit of a surprise I saw you here. Have you always ridden the bus? I usually take it in the mornings as well."

"I've actually just moved into this neighborhood. My parents work more hours than ever, so they decided it's best if I'm closer to school so that I can get to school and back quickly." I explain, tapping the sage green bento in my lap, before setting it on my side.

Sugawara nods, understanding the circumstances. "That makes sense. I'm sure you'll enjoy it now that you've got a friend in the neighborhood. Although, a girl like you must be quite familiar, right?"

'Is that intended to be disrespectful, or am I just tripping?' I think to myself, asking him to spell out the meaning of that remark. "I'm sorry, what? A girl like me?"

"Oh, crap! I didn't mean that to sound rude— I meant because of your band! I understand you guys are the talk around school, considering you're getting pretty popular in the field."

A sigh of relief leaves my lips, preparatory to my correction. "Oh, my band. I'm not sure I necessarily make friends, more like connections and acquaintances. Only a couple of students know about the band, and usually just the down-low ones. But enough about me, what about you, hm? I assume still volleyball obsessed."

I had obviously steered in the wrong direction with our conversation, for Suga's aura quickly altered at the mention of the sport. "Eh, I'm not as excited about it as I used to be." He says, along with a hint of dissatisfaction in his raspy voice.

"No way. What happened to cheerful Sugawara who asked me, the lamest, to join the girls' team?" I ask, hoping a bit of that childish personality was still inside the older version of Suga. The one which was taller, more masculine, more of a man than before.

"Honestly, can't tell you. 'Teams has been a mess ever since I've joined." He leans back in his seat, stretching his arms out, before placing them around his neck from behind. "We're hanging on my a very thin thread."

"Dang, that really sucks. You never know, things can always turn out better." I say, doing as he did, and resting against the leather seats.

"Yeah, of course. I guess it's pretty hard to keep going after so many fails, haha." A sad chuckle leaves his mouth, as he sighs.

"Anyway, nice talking. I'm outta take a quick power nap; I barely got sleep last night. Mind waking me up when we get to school?"

"Yeah, of course," Sugawara replies. With that, I'm left with laying music in my ears like always, and nodded off to slumber.

—

"Hey, sleepyhead. We're at school," I hear someone say, feeling a tap of a cold finger on my nose. Almost immediately, I shoot up from my position, standing directly above Sugawara while students leave the bus with their bags, having loud discussions of excitement. Was there anything more embarrassing than falling asleep on someone who ghosted you as a friend?

"Dear God, I'm terribly sorry." I panic, brushing down my blue skirt. "That happens on rides, it was a mistake."

"Oh, it's no big deal! Don't worry—" Suga chuckles, standing up from sitting. But before I could let him talk anymore, I started making my way towards the exit of the bus.

"Uhm, I've gotta go! Great talking, though. I'll catch you later, have a good day," I mumble, before frantically leaving the vehicle. 'What a morning.'

— K. S. Perspective

Before I could grant Y/n a polite goodbye, she'd disappeared in just a few seconds. But even so, the measly to,e I'd discussed with her was quite enjoyable. I couldn't believe how much she'd changed.

Long ago, the beginning of high school, Y/n was the type of girl you could barely see, as if she were invisible. I think the only reason I ever even noticed her was because we were seated next to each other in math class, and she immediately caught my attention. But thank goodness I had at least tried making an effort to talk to her, or else we wouldn't have had our conversation this morning. But it wasn't her fault she was so gloomy; supposedly she had lost someone close to her the year before.

Although our talk was brief, it still meant a lot to me. Especially since I was informed that she was finally happy. Looking down at the seat she used, there was a small box with a handle at the top, and a few anime stickers covering it.

'Is this what was making that loud tapping noise on the way here?' I asked myself, examining the box more. Small initials marked 'Y.L.' We're at the bottom, informing me it was Y/n's. At first, I considered handing it to our bus driver, but for the few years I've known him I learned he doesn't return lost things. And so, I leave the bus with it in my hands, ready to start my morning.

"Suga!" I hear a familiar voice call out to me. Looking up, I see my friend, Daichi, and another fellow behind him, Tanaka. The two of them jog towards me, with their scarfs unfolding in the wind. Both I had met in volleyball, and they've been my buddies ever since.

"Hey, Sugawara!" Tanaka exclaims, roughly slapping my back. The bento tosses in my hands, thankfully not spilling onto the floor. Unfortunately, he notices the box and snatches it right out of my hold. "Wow, feeling a bit girly, are we?"

I laugh in response, quickly taking it back. "It's not mine, it belongs to the person who sat next to me today. Hopefully, if I see her again I can give return it."

"Hopefully?" Daichi teases, as we all begin our walk towards the school doors. "Do you know her name?"

"Yeah, her name's Y/n. Know her?"

He lights up at the mention of their name, replying "Oh, I know her! That girl you never shut up about I in first year, correct?"

"Ha, yeah."

Tanaka doesn't understand, digging deeper into the situation. "What?! I've never known good ole' Suga to genuinely have feelings for a girl, unless it was some fling."

"I don't! I used to. There's a difference." I say, as we enter the building.

"If she rides your bus, then why don't you just give it to the driver? She'll probably go looking for it later at the end of the day. That is unless you wanna see her again.." Daichi teases me.

"You see, I would. But the bus driver is sort of a thief, and this girl has had a rough morning as it is. I just wanna be nice." I explain to him. Though a part of me did want to see her again and hope that we could talk longer than we did before.

"Sure you do," Tanaka says, patting our backs. "Listen, this is my stop. I'll catch you guys at practice?"

"Sure thing, bye." We say our farewells, and make our way towards the third-year halls. "What about you, Daichi? Got anything exciting happening this hour?"

"If stressing about volleyball counts, then yes! Most definitely.." He says, clearing his throat. "Watch, like, two people show up."

"Actually, Kiyoko informed us in the group chat that we've got at least four! That's better than last year, right?" I try my best to cheer him up, but it only made him even more nervous. I couldn't blame him. Too much was even more of a burden, but too little was a disappointment and would leave us exactly where we left off.

"It's okay, Suga. I have a lot of faith in our team. I know it's been rough lately, but as long as we try our best, we'll work this out." Daichi smiles, turning towards a separate hallway than mine. "I'm off to homeroom. See you later!"

"Yeah, see ya!" I'm left by myself, giving me more time to focus on what should happen today. - 1st, I have to go through each class and say hi to a couple of familiars, and hopefully not see anyone I've had a conflict with.

- 2nd, I had to give Y/ns bento back to them, but that could only happen if we happened to have a class with each other before, or if we had the same lunch.

- 3rd, volleyball tryouts were this afternoon. I had to make sure and represent myself as a role model, and make it clear I was vice-captain. I wanted nothing more than for the new players to feel safe.

But internally, I knew none of those plans would work out. Especially if I wasn't focused on them. Currently, all I could think about was Y/n, and how refreshing it felt to be around her again. When I was first around her was at the same time when things in my life started to fall apart, and my little crush on her made me feel better about it all. I guess you could say she was my comfort corner, even if she talked to me only once or twice during the week. And sometimes on her bad days, I would be able to at least get a laugh out of her, even if it meant making a complete fool out of myself.

All I wanted was for her not to harm herself or feel lonely, which took a quick turn towards me once the year had ended. Not only had my thing for her end, but my family soon fell apart after my mother had passed away. Of course, I still had my responsibilities like volleyball club and helping my younger sister and my father get through it. But it seemed that everyone would do their own thing, so I did the same. And for a while, I was lonely and didn't cope with the loss very well. Just like Y/n, I distanced myself.

This went on throughout my entire second year of high school, while she on the other hand started to get her life together. She started her band, made and covered a couple of songs, and finally healed from her hard year. Honestly, I didn't even really believe that she was in such a good state, but I was proven wrong today. Ultimately, she truly inspired me to pick myself up and start fresh. And now that she popped up so suddenly, I was back to square one.

'It's been a while, Y/n'

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SO, I've finally rewritten the first chapter of my fanfiction!! It took a while, but I did it. If you didn't know, I started this story about eight months ago, and I had no writing experience. Now that I'm reaching the climax of this story, I decided I should edit the chapter, especially since they sucked ass! Nothing much was changed, just far more detailing and extra feelings.

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[fuckthis-and-fuckthat]

She Thick.

JokerXChubby reader.

Summary- Someone comments on your weight and J says something and then you kick the dudes ass.

Warning- This is dirty. Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty. Public sex. Yep, right in the middle of the road. Mhm. All that good shit.

Inspired by @tbhimprobablylost1613 because she wrote a dirty ass story that made me, well, wanna get fuckin dirty.

A/N- I didn't go over this so all mistakes are mine. I'm tired and it's 2 in the morning, so you know. Sorry...

Oh, and this is complete shit.

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The Joker's assistant, that what you were. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't complain. All you really did was set up meetings and that's about it. You left all of his financial stuff with numbers to other people. You did a few other things like tagging along in heists, picking out a tie for J, even went with him to all of his meetings.

You enjoyed your job very much. Money was fucking great, you were never bored, you didn't have to hide your crazy, and let's face it, your boss is Daddy as fuck. You were always excited for his meetings. You got to dress up and go out, maybe get lucky and kill someone.

Staring down at the purple box on your bed, you opened it, finding a gold dress. Pulling it out, you held it up, noticing that it was short and skin tignt. Leave it to J to pick out the most unflattering clothes. Next to the box was a second smaller one, and you found a pair of black heels.

You didn't know what J was thinking getting you this dress. Your body wasn't going to look too good, but you knew better than to argue with J over it. Hopping in the shower you shaved your legs and everyrhing, and started to get ready for the next meeting at 9 PM, meaning you had 2 hours to get ready.

After blow drying your hair, you put some hairspray in it, creating some volume. Moving on to your makeup, you settled for a black Smokey eye with a hint of red, and bright red lipstick. Satisfied with your look, you slipped on the dress.

Looking in the mirror, you fluffed your hair, pulling your boobs out a little more and sighed. Something was missing. You grabbed your gun holster, slipping it over your shoulders along with a cropped leather jacket, then a choker. Taking another look at yourself you smiled, actually feeling pretty good. Turning around, you took in the view of your round ass, your dress stopped mid thigh, but when you walked it went up to the bottom of your butt.

Checking the time, you noticed it was 8:30 so you walked downstairs, meeting J at the bottom. Your breath was taken away by him everytime. So strong and sexy, and fucking insane. J was a man you could never get tired of. He stared in your late night fantasies and you dreamed of ruling with him, but you knew it wasn't possible. Not a girl like you.

Your eyes took in the sight of him. Black slacks that fit him perfectly, his white button up shirt, a bow tie, and finishing it off with a tuxedo jacket, gloves, and a cain. He was one hell of a man, that's all you could say and you knew that by the end of the night, his javket would be off and his shirt would be unbuttoned, showing of his chisled chest.

J noticed the sound of your heels clicking agaisnt the stairs, turning his gaze towards you. His eyes ran from your legs to your breasts, then to your eyes. His lips were parted slightly, a little growl coming from him. His reaction settled deep in your stomach, creating a wetness between your legs. Perhaps it would've been a good idea to wear panties.

"Don't you just look good enough to eat." J said as you reached the bottom of the stairs. Laughing out of amusent, you knew he was lying and just being friendly.

"Don't lie to me, J." You stated, walking away and passing him, Putting a little more sway in your hips. You reached the car before him, climbing in and crossing your legs, making your dress hitch up farther. A few minutes later, J was getting in, throwing the car into drive and heading off.

J was a terrible driver, but with you dressed like that, he was worse. His eyes were barely on the road, more on you. You knew he was staring, so you chose to tease him a little. Running a hand though your hair and toying with the bottom of your dress. Hearing him growl, you knew it was working, which added to your confidence. Maybe he was attracted to you.

Reaching the club, a henchman opened your door and you stepped out, meeting J on the sidewalk. Walking into the club, you and J went to the VIP area, meeting the client. You noticed a look of disgust on his face as he looked at you, making you shift a little in your seat. J noticed, cocking his head to the side.

You didn't really pay much attention to the conversation, you just watched as people danced. Looking back over at J, you noticed his jacket and tie were off and his shirt was unbuttoned, just as you thought. You just wanted to eat him up then and there.

Turning your head, you looked at the client, watching as his eyes traveled up and down your body, lips twisting into a grimace. "Who is this, J?" He asked, a jersey accent strong on his voice.

"Ah. This is my assistant Y/N." J said and you sinced a feel of protection coming from him.

"Why she so fat?" The client asked, making your face twist into anger and amusment. How dare he say something about you? Especially knowing who your boss was and how close you two were.

"Why are such an ignorant piece of shit?" You retorted, cocking your head to the side, a smile on your face. You were highly offended by his comment, but you weren't going to show it. And believe it or not, you felt really good tonight, but that ship had fucking sailed. He went to say something, but J shushed him with a finger to his mouth.

"Miss Y/N is not fat, she thick." J ran a finger up the side of your thigh, creating goosebumps. "Perfection." You met eyes with J, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks.

"Nah. What you need is a skinny girl. They easy to toss around, and show em' who's boss." The client continued, earning a death glare from J. Apparently this dude didn't get the hint about talking shit. "They easy to control. Better than that fat thing. How about I show you a few of my girls? Let you take some for a joy ride?"

"Seems you're not gettin' the hint, buddy. Miss Y/N, would you like to teach him?" Looking over at you, J had a questioning, but dangerous look in his eyes. Graciously accepting his offer, you nodded your heads to the henchman, making them grab the man's arms and handcuffing them to his chair.

Standing up, you smiled brightly, slipping off your leather jacket, giving J nice view of your open back and the curve of your ass, and giving the client a view of your gun holster loaded with weapons. "I can't wait to show you my toys!" You squeeled, pulling out a knife.

Walking to him, you slammed it down onto his hand, making him cry out in pain. "I'm sorry! I take it back!" He screamed, sweat beading down his bald head. Chuckling to yourself, you grabbed another knife, stabbing him right in his crotch. You listened to the other men gasp around your and you heard J audibly laugh and mumble something.

You watched as blood poured feom his dick, adding to your amusment. "You see....I don't allow men, or anyone as a matter of fact, tell me what to do, especially men like you. You're a filthy pig. Nothing but an ignorant, cowardly clown, controlling woman because he can't earn respect." Spitting out, you twisted the kinife in his hand, making him groan out in pain. "Everything that Mr. J tells me to do, I do on my own because I want to, not becuase he tells me to. I'm my own person, I make my own decisions, bitch." Throwing a punch, his head napped to the side, blood drooling from his lip.

"This is what's going to happen...you're going to tell me where your warehouse is, We're gonna get all your shit. Oh! And for the fun part, I kill you! Got it? Yes, okay, good. Now spill." Taking out a gun, you held it to his head, watching as tears spilled down his cheeks. In your own little world, you weren't paying attention to J and the pleased look in his face as he watched you break this man.

"S-south Newport road. The abandoned ship yard. Everything's there. Just please, let me go."

"Mmm, No can do, buddy. You don't deserve to live." Huffing out a laugh, you pulled the trigger, spilling his brain's all over the black leather couch. "No one...tells me...what to do." Smiling, you grabbed your two knives from his corpse, putting them in place along with your gun. Turning around, you grabbed J's hand, walking you both out of the club.

"That was very impressing, Miss Y/N. Gotta say, it was exciting!" J said, pushing you against the passenger seat door, making butterflies form in your stomach. His hand traveled up your waist, fingers touching the bare skin of your back. "Why don't we go home? Gotta bare skin rug and some grape soda on ice waitin' for us." Pulling you closer, you felt his hard length proding at your belly.

Leaning your head back, you closed your eyes, feeling your slick between your legs. All you wanted was for him to put his face between your thighs and fuck you with his tongue. You wanted his cock deep inside of you, making you scream. J placed his lips on your neck, giving it a rough bite, then another. Crying out, your back arched agaisnt him. "Fuck." You moaned, pressing your face into his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent.

"Tell Daddy what you want, princess." J rasped into your ear, voice laced with lust, making your heart beat pick up even more.

"I want you to fuck me on the hood of your car in front of all these people. Let them know just how good you can fuck me and make me scream." You say with more confidence than you thought you could. A dark chuckle comes from his lips as his hands slide down your body, sneeking up your dress to grab ahold of your bare ass.

"Mmm, such a dirty girl. You sure you want that? All these people to see you. What happened to the little self conscious Y/N I knew?" Nibbling at your ear lobe, he brought a hand around to your front, dipping it in between your sensitive folds, collecting the slick at your entrence. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you squeeze when he pushes his finger into your drenched pussy, curling at the perfect spot, elighting a moan from you. Gadping in his ear, you feel a growl rumble through his chest at the little noises you make.

"Leave my dress on. I don't care what else you do to me. Just make me fucking cum." Pulling your face from his neck, you slam it back against the car, wrapping your leg around his thin waist. "Fuck...." adding a second finger, he laughs hierarchically.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty." J flicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, letting a huge grin form on his lips.

Removing his fingers from your cunt, he pushes them onto hiss mouth, groaning at the taste of your juices. Moving his his face forward, he pressed his lips against yours, ×m waiting no time to invade your mouth with his tongue. Sliding your arms around his neck, you grab at his electric green locks, drawing a groan from deep within his chest. Biting at his bottom lip, he pulled you from the car, walking up to the hood, never breaking the kiss. Your hands make quick work at his belt, getting it open along with his pants. J laid you down, spreading your legs with the palm of his hands, he grins as he sinks down onto his knees. "Look this pretty little pussy." pressing his face right against your throbbing core, sucking your clit into his mouth, making you muel out, your back arching off the hood. "So Fucking good."

J would love to take his time to tease you and have you begging for him too touch you, but all he wanted to do was to taste you on his tongue. Licking down to your slit, he's slides his tongue into your opening, groaning when he tastes deep within you. "Daddy." Moaning, you lift your head to watch him eat you out, meeting the faces of all the people who were waiting in line. You had completely forgot about them, to be honest. You were too busy in your own world to even notice or care. But, knowing that all these people were watching the joker eat you out, made your face flush with excitment.

Biting down onto your clit, her pushed two of his long digits into your pussy, curling them against your g spot. Screaming quite loudly, you clenched around his fingers, bringing your hips up to reach his face over and over again. "That's it, baby. Fuck yourself on my face." J growled, pumping his fingers even harder inside of you. Withering your hips, you ground them against his face, feeling your orgasm build fastly. Fisting your hands into his hair, you pulled roughly as your orgasm hit. Screaming as loud as you could, you honestly didn't give a shit about anyone watching. You wanted to know how good he made you feel.

J groaned when your juices gushed onto his face, coating him and his fingers with your cum. Falling limp agaisnt the hood, J continues to lick at your pussy, collecting all of your wetness. Standing up, he wipped the back of his hand across his mouth, spreading his red lipstick even farther on his face. Smiling, he licked his liver teeth. "Fucking delicious." He chuckles.

Feeling the energy to lean up, you pull down his pants to his knees, along with his boxers, watching as his hard member sprang free. Feeling your mouth water, you rub your hand along his length, spreading the precum on his tip. "As much ad I'd love to choke on your cock, I need you to fuck me until I can't walk." Looking up through your lashes at him, you lick slowly across your bottom lip.

J leaned down, cupping your cheek in kiss hand and pressing a surprisingly gentle peck on your lips.

Feeling a small smile form on your face, your heart leaped at his gentleness. Scencing your reaction, J moves his lips to your ear, "Don't get used to it, Doll."

Moving fastly, his demeanour changes from gentle to Daddy in a second. Flipping you over onto your stomach, he pulls you down until your feet are planted on the ground. Lifting your dress up, he kicked your legs apart with his foot, exposing you to both him and the crowd. Smacking the palm of his hand on your bum, you gasp as it sends a bolt of pleasure through you. "You been a naughty girl." He growls, smacking your bum again, this time making you moan. "Now that's more like it." Smacking the other cheek twice, he sticks his cock right into you.

Giving you no time to adjust, he sets a brutal pace, slamming in and out of you. Even over the sound of music coming from the club, the sound of your skin smacking against eachother was very noticeable. Pressing your on your back, J grips your hips roughly and you knew that there'd be bruises there tomorrow. Feeling him rub your gspot, you can't help but clench around him and he growls.

"Right there, Daddy." Gasping with pleasure, you feel the coil in your stomach form. "Fuck, ugghhh."

"You like that, Doll?" He questions, smacking your ass again.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl." Speeding up his thrusts, if even possible, he reaches down and presses his fingers to your clit, making you scream.

"Please....please, Daddy. Make me cum. I wanna cum on your cock."

"Such a dirty girl. Begging daddy to let her cum." Rubbing even faster, you didn't know how long you could hold on until you came. "But you've been such a good girl for daddy."

"P-please...." feeling tears brimming your eyes, you try and stop yourself from cumming. His member was rubbing deliciously against your gspot with each thrusts, and you could feel him throbbing inside of you. He was close to. "Daddy, Please!" Screaming at him, tears spilled down your cheeks.

"Come on, Doll. Cum for Daddy." With his words and one more thrust, he spills his load right inside of you, sending you over the edge. Your vision blurred as your legs gave out from under you, only being held up by J who was slowly thrusting in and out now.

Pulling out, he tucked his cock back inot his trousers, buckling his belt. Taking a minute, he stared at your soaked pussy, watching your and his cum leak down your legs. "That's a fucking sight!" He yells excitedlly, pulling down your dress.

Regaining some of your modesty, you struggle to stand up and pull down your dress even farther, your juices tickling your legs. Looking over, you meet eyes once again with the people outside. Some of them had faces of horror while others were very pleased. Shrugging, you pull J down and give him a soft peck. "Don't get used to it." You smile.

[queenofslytherin71]

I'll be home for Christmas

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary: an unexpected person arrives on Christmas eve.

Word count: 1176

Warnings: none. Just fluff

A/N: I hope you enjoy this. Don't know if it was to early to post this or not. Sorry for any mistakes. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

TAGLIST IS OPEN.

His little feet dangled from the couch. His small mouth hung open as his steel blue eyes focused on the television in front of him. You were curled up on the couch next to your four year old son James watching his all time favourite holiday movie, Home Alone.Far into the film James turned to you and asked;

"Mommy?"

"Yeah baby?"

"When's Daddy coming home?" You looked down and saw sadness in your son's eyes. Your husband Sebastian was on a press tour promoting his new movie, "I Tonya" and he won't be back until tomorrow on Christmas morning. James missed his father terribly and you can honestly say you felt the same, especially on times like these. You wanted your little family together on Christmas. It would be such a lovely surprise for James if Seb turned up earlier, although you had some surprises of your own.

"He'll be here tomorrow." You brushed strands of dark hair away from his angelic face. He looked so much like his father, but Sebastian tended to say he looked more like you.

"I hope so," he whispered. He clutched his winter soldier plush toy against his chest. It was a gift from Chris when James was born. It was meant as a joke, but James loved the toy. He always carried it under his arm and went everywhere with it. When you tried to take it away to wash it, James started to cry blue murder, but you handed him back toy Bucky and held up your hands in surrender and refused to touch the toy ever since.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. You frowned, and stood up from the couch. You walked over to the door and unlocked it. You were in such a shock, because you didn't expect to see who stood before you.

"Ho ho ho. Merry Christmas." Before you stood a man with a big silly grin on his face, dressed all in red, with a fake white beard and white eyebrows, but under the prosthetics you could clearly see who it was.

"Sebastian?" You half whispered, confused and still a bit shocked. He winked at you. James ran to your side. His jaw went slack.

"Santa!" The look on James' face was pure awe.

"Hey bud..." He cleared his throat as he stepped into the house. You closed the door.

"Hello young man," he said in a rougher voice.

"Is it really you Santa?" James squinted his eyes to look more closely.

"The one and only," Seb replied.

"How come you didn't go through the chimney?" Sebastian was quiet for a moment, thinking.

"I'm... I'm too fat to climb through the chimney," he said slapping his hands against his flat stomach. You bit your lip to stifle your laughter that wanted to bubble out. You saw James overlooking Santa's physique, but he didn't question it. Sebastian hunched down to be on eye level with your son.

"So what do you want for Christmas James?" James thought hard about it for a moment. You leaned against the door covering your stomach with your hands and looked down at the two of them in front of you.

"For my dad to come home," he said softly lowering his eyes, his Bucky plush toy tucked under his arm. Sebastian's eyes turned a different shade of blue, sadder you thought as he looked at his son.

"You know what James?" He gently lifted James chin to meet his eyes.

"If you go to bed now, I can promise you your dad will be home tomorrow. James' eyes lit up with joy and excitement.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but you must promise to fall asleep. Okay?"

"I promise. Thank you Santa."

"You heard Santa. Off to bed with you mister," you said.

"Goodnight mommy. Bye Santa." He waved one last time before he skipped into his room. Sebastian stood up and smiled at you. He easily scooped you up into his arms and carried you to the bedroom, kicking it shut behind him. He pulled the fake beard away. You cupped his face in your hands and pressed your mouth against his. All the love and kisses you wanted to give him in the month that he has been gone was in the kiss. He kissed you back with the same passion. Your lips in sync with his. He held you to him with his arms hooked underneath your but and your locked around his neck. You both pulled away to breath.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," he said slightly out of breath.

"Oh? Actually I do." You eyes wandered to the Santa suit he was wearing.

"Do I want to know?" He chuckled, taking off the fake eyebrows too.

"Just thought it would be a funny gesture."

The next morning when you woke up. Your eyes stared into the incredible blue ones staring back at you. His beard was more thicker than a month ago, covering his jawline. You loved the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled at you.

"Morning beautiful," Sebastian said. Ever charming. A blush crept along your cheeks. He chuckled. After six years together he still found it adorable when you blushed over a compliment he gives you nearly everyday.

"Merry Christmas Sebastian."

"Merry Christmas Y/N." He kept on smiling at you. He noticed you were wearing pajamas he's never seen on you before.

"New pj's?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah... I." You sat up. You back rested against the leather headboard.

"I kind of needed bigger pj's since I'm... Pregnant." You bit your lip waiting for his reaction. His eyes drifted to your belly and then back to your eyes.

"What? Are you kidding me!" He sat up hastily.

"That's wonderful honey!" He hugged you, pulling away looking at your belly. He laughed with teary eyes. He kissed you.

"I know isn't it great?!" Your eyes were watery too.

"That's amazing we're gonna have another baby!" He cupped your cheek wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"I love you so much Seb," you whispered as he cradled your head against his chest.

"I love you too so much baby," he whispered back.

Suddenly your bedroom door burst open, revealing your son.

"Daddy!" He squealed with glee.

"Hey Buddy!" Sebastian yelled, happy to be with his son. James jumped onto the bed attacking his father with a big hug.

"I missed you so much kiddo!" He said hugging his son to his chest.

"I missed you too daddy. Daddy you won't believe it, Santa was here!" He let go of his father.

"What? No way! Did you see him?" You laughed, throwing your head back.

"Yeah he was here ask mommy. He said you will be home on Christmas."

"Did he now?" James nodded.

"Merry Christmas James," you told your son pulling him to you.

"Merry Christmas buddy," Sebastian said ruffling his son's dark brown hair.

"Merry Christmas," your son replied pulling his dad into a hug too. This is the moments you lived for with your family.

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