#let skippy go home and each the lunch!!!!!!

[the-ultimate-muses]

"If somebody doesn't feed me in the next twenty minutes I'm making it everyone else's fucking problem."

[ofstarsandvibranium]

From Left Field

Fandom: Marvel (Single Parent AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by anonymous: I just got back from taking my son to the park and I saw a guy there that reminded me of a chubby Bucky. Now I'm just imagining chubby Bucky falling for a mother. It would be the sweetest thing in the world and he would be such a wonderful stepdad! 

A/N: this is gonna be a 3 part series! that’s it! NO tags! (except for @cametobuyplums )

You walked with Mason, his tiny hand in yours, as you approached the playground. He was your little mini me, the love of your life. Sure, things didn’t work out with his dad, your ex, but it didn’t matter. You loved Mason with all that you had. 

“Mommy?” the four year old looked up at you with curiosity. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Can I go on the slides?”

“Of course, Mase. C’mon!” you excitedly tugged him towards the slides and he followed you excitedly, his adorable giggle reaching your ears and bringing a big smile to your face. 

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Bucky jogged around the park once more. This was, what, his sixth or seventh lap? He honestly wasn’t counting. He was exhausted but he needed to get rid of the weight he’s gained. He just-He just has to. 

With his headphones on and hoodie covering his head, he’s pushing through another lap. His body is aching and he’s sweating like crazy. You can do this, Bucky. You got this. He thinks to himself.

His eyes glance at the playground and then back on the path. But something catches his eye, better yet, someone. As he continues jogging by, he watches as you descend down a slide with a little boy on your lap. Your son perhaps. His giggles and the smile on your face causes him to smile at the sight. It’s a cute sight...a very cute one indeed. 

As if feeling his gaze on you, you look up and Bucky immediately looks away. He’s kind of happy that he’s so red and sweaty already, so you don’t know that his cheeks are actually heating up more from you catching him. 

Just pay attention on jogging, Bucky. 

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About thirty minutes go by and you’re pushing Mason on the swings now. Every time he comes your way, you tickle him and he’s laughing as he swings away. 

“Stop it, mommy! It tickles!”

“That’s why I keep doing it!” you wiggle your fingers towards him and he squeals, trying to escape the torturous tickles. 

Rrring! Rrring! “Ice creeeaam!” a man with an ice cream cart yells. 

Mason’s eyes widen and he looks at you, “Ice cweam, mommy! Can we get ice cweam?!”

You chuckle at your excited little boy, “Of course, baby.” you help him off the swing and he bolts over to the ice cream cart, with you rushing after him. 

He’s bouncing excitedly as he looks at the options on the cart. Then he spots one, “Ninja Turtle! Ninja Turtle!”

“That’s what you want, buddy?” he nods and you smile at the man, “Hi. Can I get a ninja turtle and a choco taco please?” the man tells you the price and you hand him the money. He then gives you the Ninja Turtle popsicle and you open it, handing it off to mason.

“Yay!” 

“Mason, what do you say?”

“Tenk yooouu!” he says to the man and immediately chomps into the popsicle. You snort at your son’s savagery. As soon as Mason turns around, he bumps into someone and then drops his popsicle, “Oh no! Mommy!” 

You look up after putting away your wallet and rush over to Mason, “Oh sweetie, you gotta be careful!”

You look up and your eyes meet striking blue ones. You clear your throat and give a shy smile, “I’m sorry about my son,” you look at his hoodie and see a stain Mason’s popsicle left, “And your hoodie.”

The man gulps and shakes his head, “N-No, it’s, uh, it’s my fault.” he waves his phone in his hand, “Wasn’t looking.”

You shrugged, “Nonetheless, I’m sorry.” you run your hand through Mason’s hair, “Whaddaya say, buddy?”

Mason looks up at the man with teary eyes, “I’m sowwy, mister.”

The man crouches down to be eye level with your son, a soft smile on his lips, “Hey, it’s alright, buddy. It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. I wasn’t looking where I was going. What’s your name?” 

Your son rubs his eye, “Mason.”

The man nods and then looks down at the pavement to the now melting Ninja Turtle popsicle, “How ‘bout I get you a new one, Mason? Would you like that?”

You immediately step forward, “Oh! That’s alright! I could just-”

He shakes his head, “No, no. I’ll get him a new one since it’s my fault his is on the ground now.” he shoots you a smile and walks over to the ice cream man. You watch as he hands over the money and accepts the popsicle, thanking the man and heading back your way. 

You quickly take notice of the man’s handsome face, toned legs, and chubby stomach. He was quite the looker. 

He smiles widely and hands Mason the popsicle, “Here ya go, buddy!” 

Mason immediately smiles, snatching the frozen treat of out the man’s hand, “Thank you!”

You help him open it up and hand it back to him. Mason, once again, chomping into the popsicle. You snort and then look back at the man, “You really didn’t need to do that. Thank you...”

“Bucky.”

“Thank you, Bucky.”

He shrugged, “It’s no problem...”

“Oh! Y/N! Sorry, I’m Y/N!” you extend your hand out and he shakes it.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. You and your husband are great parents. Mason’s a good kid.”

You nod, “Thanks, but I’m not married. Or dating. Just me and Mason, but it’s okay. The single parent thing ain’t all that bad. Staying at home eating mac and cheese and coloring on while your friends are out having fun on Friday nights? Great!” you exclaim sarcastically, making Bucky chuckle, “But seriously,” you rest your hand on Mason’s head, “I don’t really mind it. I love this lil’ booger to death.”

Bucky smiles fondly as Mason, who is in his own little world with just him and his Ninja Turtle popsicle, “Yeah. I don’t know you, but I could tell you’re doing a great job.”

“Thank you, Bucky.”

He then bites his lip in hesitation, suddenly rocking back and forth on his feet, “Um, sorry, if this is a bit random, but, uh, would you like to go out for coffee or lunch sometime? I just-I don’t know. I’d like to get to know you.”

“Oh, um,” you look down at Mason, who’s still not paying attention to anything but the popsicle and then at Bucky, “I’m not really looking to date right now, Bucky. My ex and I-”

Bucky shook his head, “No, no. It doesn’t even have to be a date or anything. We could just chat and get to know each other as friends. IF you’re comfortable with that.” he adds. 

You tilt your head to the side thinking about it and then you smile, “Yeah. Actually, I’ll take you up on that offer. I need more friends anyway.”

Bucky’s face lights up, “Great! Uh,” he pulls out his phone, “Shall we swap numbers?”

“Right! Of course!” you pull out your own phone, unlocking it and handing it to Bucky. With his in hand, you enter in your phone number and hand it back to him. You then accept yours after he’s done the same, “Well, thank you, again, Bucky for getting Mason a new popsicle.”

He shrugged, “Again, no problem.” he crouches down and looks at Mason, “Hey, Mason. It was nice meeting you. Can I get a high five?”

Mason smiles and high fives Bucky with a sticky green hand. You snicker as Bucky stands up and wipes his hand on his shorts, “Should’ve seen that comin’.”

You nod, “Yeah. You should’ve.” you then ask Mason, “What do you say to Bucky for the popsicle?”

“Tenk you, Bucky!”

“You’re welcome, Mason.” he nods at the four year old and then nods at you, “So just call or text me to let me know whenever you’re free. I’m free most afternoons, so any day should really be fine.”

“I’m usually free Friday through Sunday.”

“Alright, well, I guess I’ll check my schedule and get back to you.”

“I’ll be waiting,” you grin and watch as Bucky says good-bye to Mason one last time, giving a little wave. Mason waves, melted parts of his popsicle flying off. You snort, “Alright, buddy. After you finish your popsicle, we’re gonna go home and give you a bath, m’kay?”

“Okay, mommy!”

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Bucky was practically skipping when he entered the apartment that he shared with his friend Sam. Sam easily took notice of Bucky’s good mood.

“What’s got you all happy and skippy?”

Bucky plops himself onto the couch beside Sam, “I got someone’s number today.”

Sam scoffed, “Dude, no way.”

“I’m serious! Her name is Y/N, she’s so beautiful, and she has a kid-”

“YOU GOT A MILF’S NUMBER?!”

Bucky smacked Sam on the head, “Don’t call her a MILF! That’s disgusting, man!”

Sam frowned as he rubbed his head, glaring at Bucky, “What, so you don’t wanna fuck her?”

He looked at him with disbelief, “Can you quit talking about her like that? And it’s not that I don’t-”

“So you did meet a MILF!”

“Sam, I’m warning you. Quit calling Y/N a MILF!”

“Fine! Okay! Jeez! Go on.” 

Bucky settled and got comfortable on couch, “As I was saying: I met Y/N at the park and I bumped into her son, Mason, and he dropped his popsicle. So I bought him a new one and her and I started talking and eventually, I got her number.”

“So you gonna ask her on a date?”

Bucky sighed, “It won’t be a date, per se, she’s not looking to be with anyone right now.”

Sam grimaced, “Yikes.”

“I know, but, I mean, I still wanna get to know her, ya know? She seemed really sweet, kind, a good mom. Her son’s really great too.”

Sam shook his head, “This sounds bad, man. I don’t think you should get caught up in some woman who’s not looking to date and has a kid. You’re just gonna end up getting hurt.”

“It’s not like that, Sam. She seems nice! And you said I needed to make new friends anyway!”

He shrugged, “Whatever, Bucky. I warned you.”

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Two days later is when you got a text from Bucky in the late evening. 

Bucky: Hey, Y/N. It’s Bucky.

Bucky: Wait. You already knew that.

Bucky: Sorry, I’m dumb.

Bucky: Anyway, I’m texting you right now because I just got to work and looked at my schedule. I’m free next Friday and Saturday. Are either of those days okay with you?

You looked at the time and saw that it was nearing midnight. You were confused.

You: Wait. It’s midnight and you just got into work?

Bucky: Yeah. I’m a security guard Brooklyn Hospital. Graveyard shift.

You: Oh. That makes sense.

You: And Saturday is a better day for me to get a babysitter. So that day will work. 

Bucky: Great! How about we meet up Maximoff’s Cafe in Queens?

You: Actually, that’s perfect! One of my babysitters is from there, so I could probably just drop Mason off there!

Bucky: Awesome! I’ll see you then. ;)

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“Why did I put a winky face?!” Bucky quietly hissed at himself from the check-in desk in the lobby. He meant to just put a regular smiley face, “Now she’s gonna think you’re trying to date her?!”

Thus began Bucky’s internal anxious monologue.

She said she wasn’t looking to date anyone, Bucky! You fucked up!

But maybe if she knows you’re interested, she’ll eventually change her mind about dating. Woo her. Make her swoon. Show her that you’re worthy for her and Mason.

Dude...no. Respect her decision to not being open to date right now! Just get to know her in a friendly way and that’s it! 

You: I’ll see you then! ;D

Oh shit...she put a winky face and an open mouth smiley face! She totally wants to bang you. 

Can you just..shut up?

I’m trying to help him get laid! Not many women like to go for the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man!

Low blow, man...low blow.

Bucky groans and lets his head fall onto the desk in frustration. 

[zankivich]

If You Cross Her, Then You Cross Me: Werewolf! Shawn x Black Reader

a/n: Hi this is the third part of the In My Blood Series. It could probably be read independent, but its a lot cuter if you read all of them tbh. I just wanted to take the common trope of guy defends girl and make it a little less trash. So I hope I did that. Let me know what you think! 

Warnings: Assault/harassment, a little smutty smut. 

The first time you seen Shawn get angry is an odd experience. Mostly because it comes out of nowhere, and also because it’s not directed at you and yet you feel it deep in your gut. The pack had been running drills more often than usual lately as a result of a new scent that had been picked up that no one recognized. Shawn was a little tense trying to measure whether the scent was a threat or not, so he’d been asking a lot more of everyone. Even you.

“Baby, I need you to let me or one of the guy’s pick you up from work for the next few days.” He broached hesitantly as you were getting ready for bed one night.

And for good reason.

“Excuse me? I don’t need a protector Shawn, I’m a grown ass woman.”  You snorted.

Your latest hairstyle was a plethora of braids that fell all the way down to your waist and were a bitch to put up at night. Shawn appeared behind you and reached for the scarf in your hands to tie it more perfectly stable for you.

“You are a grown ass woman. This is much more for my sanity than yours. I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to you.” He murmured playing gently with one of your braids.

He was pointing those dumb big brown eyes at you and looking all downtrodden and sad. It was so annoying how easily it worked on you.

You rolled your eyes. “Why does it have to be one of the guys. Why can’t one of the women come get me?”

“Because they’ll be busy running patrol. I’m not dumb Luna and Jasmine are more ruthless than any of the guys could be. It will probably be me most of the time, as long as I can get away from the shop and make sure things are alright. Please, babe. Humor me?”

You heaved a sigh that was as dramatic as it was loud before letting your head rest back on his chest.

“On one condition.”

He whined, the alpha in him simultaneously displeased at not being immediately obeyed while also itching to serve.

“This weekend I get you all to myself.” You murmured.

His arms wormed around you from behind and he peered at you in the full length mirror.

“Honey…”

“Don’t honey me. Ever since y’all sniffed something in the wind you’ve been out all hours of the night. You’re grouchy and tense all the time. We never just get to lay in bed and relax. I miss you.” You admitted softly.

“I miss you too.” He cooed squeezing at your hips. “But I’m the leader of the pack. I have to make sure everyone is safe.”

You peer up at him with a look that must state you’re not very happy. You can’t help it. You miss the feel of his curls tickling your face when he cuddles into your body. Miss the warmth and the fullness that his love brings to your tummy. You just miss him, and you want him. Is that so bad?

“I’ll do my best, okay? As long as nothing dire is happening, you can have me. I’m yours.”

You smirked softly and turned in his arms to wraps yours around his neck.

“Damn skippy you are. Come here already.”

His lips find yours and you squeal as he pulls your legs up around his waist heading straight for the bed. There is no feeling like the feeling of his hips pushing down against yours. His palms warm and firm on your thighs as his tongue works like heaven in your mouth. He makes you feel like you’re floating, like you are the most important thing in the world and he does it with incredible ease. This is exactly what you were missing.

“Can I?” He whispers all sultriness and lust.

His hands had found their way to cup your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. Shawn was obsessed with most parts of your body, but his fascination with your boobs was in a league of its own. You were helpless to pretend that it didn’t get you going. That the adoration and heat in his eyes didn’t make you feel sexy and wanted. So when his fingers reach for your tanktop you’re more than willing to indulge him.

“Yea.”

He tugged your straps down over your shoulders and pressed kisses to the top of your chest. Your nipples pearled in the cold air and his tongue was immediately there to trace the sensitive skin. Your back arched involuntarily.

You moaned. “Shawn.”

Everything is perfect. His hips nestled between your thighs. The weight of his body keeping you anchored as he does everything in his power to make you squirm. And boy do you squirm.

“Mine.” He grunted, teeth grazing your flesh.

Jesus.

A knock on the door disrupts everything.

“Not now!” Shawn huffed still in your arms.

“Yea uh...trust me when I say I would love to not disturb what’s going on in there! But uh we just got back from patrol and we need to talk.”

That damn super wolf hearing was really beginning to be a nuisance.

“We have got to start staying at my place.” You huffed as he left you like a dead fish on the middle of the bed.

“You, don’t move. I will be right back. We are going to finish. I swear.”

You rolled your eyes letting your hands come up to cover your chest as your legs plopped out on the bed.

“Don’t mind me. I’ll just be here fondling my own titties. No worries!”

Shawn pulled the door open to Brian stumbling back to get out of the way. You only have to hear his voice to know his eyes are doing the darkening alpha thing that you might just think was hot if he wasn’t abandoning you mid nipple sucking.

“This better be good.” He gruffed pulling the door shut to leave you alone.

You peered aimlessly up at the ceiling before speaking to literally no one but yourself.

“This was my momma ain’t want me to date a white man. I just know it.”

***

It had been a busy day. Your assistant accidentally double booked you resulting in nonstop appointments all through your lunch hour. When you texted Shawn that you wouldn’t be able to make your usual lunch date at the diner because of it he had sent you a couple dozen heart and kissy face emojis with promises of making something special for dinner. It was sweet, even if it didn’t necessarily curb your hunger in anyway.

You pulled your gloves off and washed your hands after sending Ms. May, one of the older women in town, home with a decongestant.

“Ashley I’m gonna take a break until my 3:30. I’ll be in my office if you need me!”

You pulled your door open only to find your boyfriend with his obnoxiously perfect ass perched on the edge of your desk.

“Surprise?” He grinned.

You smiled tiredly and practically collapsed in his arms.

“What are you doin’ here?” You hummed as he kissed you hello.

“I couldn’t let my baby starve. I brought you lunch.”

“Boy, don’t you know you supposed to lead with that?! I’m sitting here kissing you and there’s some perfectly good food for me to eat?”

He made you a croissant breakfast sandwich at the coffee shop. It was kind of your favorite and he always made it with turkey bacon. You eat together and bask in each other’s company. It didn’t seem to matter how long you were together, you could always find something to talk about, could always find ways to make each other laugh. When he pulled you onto his lap and moved your braids out of the way to press kisses to your neck you turned to goo in his hands. He made you so unbelievably soft.

“I have another little surprise for you.” He hummed between kisses.

“It it one of your cinnamon apple muffins? You know how I feel about those.”

He chuckled. “Not quite, but I’ll make sure to bring one when I pick you up. I was thinking we could get out of town tonight. Go to the city. Maybe catch a movie?”

“I’m sorry? You actually don’t want to sit up all nice pacing and sniffing with your wolf senses while your beautiful girlfriend goes under appreciated?”

“Very funny.” He snorted rolling his eyes. “C’mon. I got Brian and Geoff to take care of things for the night. I just want to spend some time with you. What do you say?”

“You know damn well that’s all I want in the world. Of course I say yes.”

You spend the rest of your lunch break trying not to tip backwards in your spinny office chair while kissing each other senseless. His lips on your neck and jaw...the small spot behind your ear.

“I should get back to work. I need to prep myself on my next client.” You hummed.

You were sitting in his lap, arms and legs wrapped securely around him with zero care in the world to release him back into the world. Neither did he apparently.

“Mmmm, no.” He whined nipping at you jaw.

“Listen here big alpha, I have to be presentable. Can’t have you marking me up. We’ve got tonight for that.”

“What If I want to do it now?”

Honestly this man was beginning to be trouble.

“Ugh i hate you.” You groaned pulling his lips right back to yours.

“You wish.” He grunted hands reaching roughly to tug at your hips.

There’s another knock on the door just when you’re starting to get worked up all over again. Is was like the worst of dejavu in the world.

“Ma’am, your uh three-thirty is here?” Ashley called hesitantly.

You peered down at him where he was staring back at you with that cocky ass grin of his.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You huffed de-straddling his waist.

You turn to find your jacket only for a sharp whack to come across your ass stilling you completely. You turn over to peer at him and you really can decide whether to hit his face or sit on it.

“Too much?”

You snorted. “Not enough. Don’t try slapping this ass until you know what to do with it.”

Shawn got up out of your chair and grabbed his car keys off your desk. He reached for the door handle to prop it open for you like a gentlemen or some shit.

“If there’s one thing we both know is that I most certainly know what to do with it. I’ll pick you up at five thirty.”

That man would surely be the death of you.

****

“Can we get popcorn?” You asked, arms wrapping tightly around his bicep.

“‘Course we can, honey.”

“And nachos?”

“Sure.”

Hmm.

“Annnnnnd a pretzel?”

He smiled at you and kissed your cheek and you damn near swooned.

“Order whatever you want baby. The night is ours.”

“Did you hear that?” You asked directly to the teenager running the food stand that had not a care in the world about your life. “My mans got money.”

“If only we all could be so lucky.” The angsty teen deadpanned.

“She’s a doctor by the way. I just own a coffee shop that people come to because there’s no starbucks in town.” Shawn snorted.

The teen was not very excited by your love. Rude.

“That is truly a harrowing tale. Would you like to order?”

Kids.

The movie was good. You spent your time between snacks and cuddling into Shawn’s side. You couldn’t believe how much you could miss someone , didn’t even know it was possible to feel as full and happy as you did when the two of you were together. And it helped that Shawn was relaxed too. The past few weeks he had paced the length of his room hundreds of times, tension just coming off of him in waves. And when he hadn’t been doing that he’d been running perimeter checks like a mad man. He oftentimes would do them at two or three in the morning, the times he’d never ask the rest of the pack to do. It meant that sometimes you woke up to him not being there, and it would be impossible for you to fall back to sleep until he came home. Hard times for the pack tended to translate to hard time for you. This is what happens when you date a werewolf ladies.

“Can we spend the night at my place?” You asked softly when the movie had ended and you were exiting the theater with his arm wrapped around you.

He frowned. “I don’t know about that, babe. I should really be at the house in case something happens.”

“Yes, but you’re just a call and a couple hop skips away from the house anyway. Maybe we could be together for a change without someone’s super sonic hearing getting in the way.”

“I told you they don’t listen.” He assured you for the umpeenth time.

“And I told you that I am too intelligent to be that naive.” You snorted. “Pleeeeease?”

Shawn might be a wolf but you had some puppy dog eyes of your own on deck. Turns out they were just as irresistible. Go you.

“Let me call and check in, okay? No promises!”

You beam at him and press a kiss to his cheek as he leads you outside. Outside the night air is the perfect temperature. Cool enough, but not cold. It’s not raining, so while Shawn talks boring business with Brian, you walk a few feet away from him just to look up at the sky. You teeter playfully in your heels and just sort of walk aimlessly around still within close proximity to the theater. The sky was so beautiful that you stumbled slightly and almost knocked into a group of guys heading straight for the entrance. One of them catches your arm and makes sure you’re up straight.

You giggled slightly. “My bad. I was just looking up at the sky and didn’t even see where I was going. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re alright, sugar. You okay?” He asked a look in his eyes that had your spidey senses tingling.

You nodded. “Yep. Thank you. Have a nice night.”

The crowd comes to a stop as the guy does and suddenly you’re faced with a group of six or seven men that immediately make you feel uncomfortable.

“What are you doing tonight, baby? Why don’t you come see the movie with us?” He asked hand still on your arm.

You don’t have your mace on you, because werewolf boyfriend tended to trump that nowadays.

“No thank you I’ve already seen my movie.” You smile slightly and tug at his grip.

“What you don’t like white guys or something? We no good for you, baby?”

Well that was just incredibly ironic. A part of you wanted to say, usually, yes, but even you didn’t love to tackle a big group of men in public. It’s maybe a forty-five second conversation, but it feels like hours, and surely any woman could relate. There’s this innate sense to shrink in on yourself, to take up less space, to be anything other than what you are. The survivalist in you is already looking at the space on either side of you that isn’t occupied by a man, tried to figure out how hard it might be to run away. His friends certainly aren’t going to stop him, and you had no clue just the lengths he would go through to make his point.

At first you don’t even see Shawn. The only thing you see is the flash of red from his buttoned up shirt as he steps in to easily break the hold on the guy’s hand. You don’t feel nearly as bad about the ease of it knowing the whole super-not exactly human strength thing. The relief when he’s there is immediate and infinite. Your stomach had dropped and your throat had thickened. But, with Shawn there you knew nothing would ever happen to you. He wouldn’t let it.

“Excuse me? I don’t think she wants to be touched by you.” Shawn spat. “So, why don’t you back the fuck up.”

“Aye man we were just talking! What are you her fucking bodyguard?”

“Doesn’t matter who I am, now does it? A piece of shit like you puts his hands on someone when they don’t want it, I’m the guy who asks you to move on before I kick your ass.”

Said piece of shit felt much more confident with his group of friends around. He stepped to Shawn with at least three inches of height difference and not nearly the muscle mass. And that’s before you got to the fact that he was kind of an alpha.

“Bro why don’t you get your own bitch and stop--”

Shawn’s eyes flashed red immediately. Bright red. And before you’re even aware of it, he lifts the guy off his feet by his throat and sends him flying into his friends. You’ve never seen anything like it. Shawn turns to you and hands you his car keys and he looks livid, he looks...not completely human.

“Baby go get in the car.” He murmured, jaw clenched.

The group of guys are all collectively shitting themselves though and Shawn looks like he might not let the guy leave on anything but a stretcher.

“Hey, c’mon. Let’s go. I don’t need you to defend my honor.” You murmured tugging on his arm. “Please?”

“No one is ever going to speak about you like that in front of me. Ever.”

He turned, hell bent on doing damage, when you grabbed at the back of his shirt to pull him back to you.

“Please! I wanna go home, okay? Now!” You yelled.

He peered at you, his nostrils flared and his eyes were still red. But, it was you. So, he took a deep breath and another before he turned calmly back to the guy. You watched him squat down where the guy was clutching at his neck and coughing, which seemed just a bit dramatic in your estimation.

“If I ever see you again? If you ever think a negative thought about her again? I will rip your throat out with my teeth? K? K.”

He patted him on the leg and then reached for your hand, finally going back to the safety of the car. You hand him the keys and Shawn starts to drive you home, the events previously leaving you quiet and in a daze. Shawn peers back and forth between you and the road. When his hand comes to rest on your leg, you flinch and it sends a look of hurt across his face.

“You’re afraid of me.” He mumbled, pulling his hand back.

Shawn’s worst fear in the world was you being afraid of him. He constantly tried to not get too worked up, to not appear angry, or anything too strictly on the wolf side of him. He never talked about it, but you had a feeling it had to do with the fact that you were human,and that he was terrified of hurting you. You also kind of thought he might still think there was something that could make you run away from him. It would take time to prove him wrong.

“No.” You assured him reaching to pull his warm palm between both of yours. “I swear I’m not. I’m just still a little spooked by the situation.”

“You promise?”

You pressed your lips to his fingers and brought his palm up to your face.

“I promise.”

He frowned over at you. “I’m so sorry.  I was on the phone with Brian and I didn’t even notice. I should have been there sooner, and it never would have happened.”

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. You shouldn’t have to be with me every waking second so that a man shouldn’t feel the need to harass me. That’s on him. Not us.”

Shawn drives the rest of the way home. You couldn’t help but notice that when he arrived at the house he pulled into the driveway instead of parking on the street, a telltale sign that he was spending the night.

You peered over at him with wide eyes.

“You’re staying?”

He turned the key to the off position and leaned against the middle console to press his lips to yours.

“Of course, I am.”

There’s a bit of a routine that the two of you follow. Shawn brushes his teeth while you put your head scarf on to keep your braids tucked away. He tugs off his clothes and puts them in the hamper by the door, because you see each other so often now that clothes are bound to end up split between places. He uses your face wash because you both have combination skin and you were nothing if not willing to share. You crawl into the right side of the bed and he crawls into the left. It’s perfect.

When you reach to crawl into his lap like normal, hell bent on “you time” before bed though, he presses you softly to the sheets. He kisses you with delicate pressings of his lips, hands rubbing up and down your sides. He won’t even bite your lip tonight, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why.

“Nothing rough tonight, honey. Just want to worship you tonight. Wanna take care of you.” He hummed against your throat.

Who are you to tell him no?

His hands brush from your calves all the way up to your thighs and to your hips, propping them around him the way he wants. His lips are searching your body like he’s looking for any signs of damage, any reason to go back to that guy in the parking lot. But it’s also like he’s searching for something for him to heal.He’s so tender and slow that night that you think you took what making love could feel like for granted. There’s something special about the way that he kisses you as he moves within you, the way that he cradles your head in his palm, the way that he groans into your skin as if you could absorb the feeling of his own pleasure. It is just as intense as any time that he touches you, and yet it feels more potent somehow. More overwhelming.

“You’re so beautiful.” He huffed into your neck, hips spiraling out of control. “You feel incredible.”

Your arms are around his neck and he everytime he pulls out even the slightest amount your hips can’t help but cant up towards him. You need him right.

“Please. Please.” You whimpered.

“What do you want? Use your words baby girl.”

He tugged at your bottom lip with his thumb and you nibbled playfully at his digit before sucking it into your mouth. His hips falter and your thighs tighten in response.

“I want--want you to take me from behind. It’s always deeper that way.”

He groaned softly and kissed you till you were breathless, till your head was practically spinning and all you could think about was the taste of him.

“Only if you look back at me while I do it. Need to see these pretty eyes of yours” He hummed.

“Ok, ok. Just do it, please.”

He flips you so fast you’re left breathless, back arching and ass presented to him clear like a present. He rubs himself against you and taps incessantly at your clit with his dick. You almost cry. And then he’s pushing into you and it just goes exactly where you need it to, to the point where you’re moaning, high pitched and breathy into the air.

His hands tense on your waist.

“Jesus Christ the sounds you make.” He grunted. “Baby, I’m trying to take it slow tonight.”

You whined softly into your sheets peering back at him innocently.  “Can’t help it. Just want you in me.”

His hands followed the curve of your body, gripping and squeezing you in all the right ways. He took a deep breath and pressed his body against yours. Your fingers intertwined and his hips nestled against you as he filled you up beautifully. You could feel his large, unnecessarily muscular thighs bracketing either side of your ass and his lips on your neck as he pushed into you so deep your toes curled. His hands came up to grip your boobs, fingers soft and warm. It felt so good you couldn’t stand it.

“Oh my god! Baby!”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He hummed sucking a mark into your neck. “God, I love you.”

His hips piston in and out in rugged overwhelming lunges. He’s brushing against that part in you that makes your back arch, makes it feel like you can’t even breathe because it  feels so good. You reach for his wrist just to stabilize yourself, but none of it matters when he’s hitting it like this. It’s love and it’s romantic and it’s beautiful but it’s still the greatest sex you’ve ever had. So when your leg starts to shake and his fingers are pulling your hips against him so good, you can only try not to shatter across the entire room as your orgasm takes you. And something magical happens when he bites into your shoulder and reaches his own high at the same time. It’s ecstasy. Pure fucking magic.

“Roll over baby please?” He whines when you both have the ability to breathe again.

You let him maneuver you onto your back. Even try not to throw a fit when he has to pitch the condom. And then he’s back. Wrapping your bodies in the blankets and nestling into you so soft and warm. His fingers cup your jaw, his eyes pore into you, and your stomach just fucking flutters away like the first time. Like it’s always the first time.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on.” He whispered. “Making love to you is like the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known.”

You bit your lip and snuggled closer just to kiss him, just so you could hide your face for a few seconds from how overwhelmed he seemed to be able to make you feel. His arms wrapped around you have never made you feel safer, more protected, more loved.

“I love you.” You sighed. “No one could make me feel the way that you do. I just...I’m glad I found you.”

He hummed.

“Me too sweetheart. Me too.”

[sunnyxxmartin]

Sunshine Lorraine Martin Summer Adventure - Isaiah’s Graduation Edition - @gallaghertasks

tw: slight violence (just the martin twins fighting like usual <3)

Waking up early the day after the party, Sunny pulled herself out of the fort that her and Lucas made. Her mother had told her that she would be at Gallagher at ten in morning, which gave her three hours to get ready and leave. Her stuff was already packed up in the room, all she had to do was shower and get Starlight ready for their trip back to Alabama. It sucked, having to say bye to her friends, but in month, they would be back together.

She sat inside of her room, waiting for her mother to knock only to find her older sister Imani. The two screamed and hugged, you know, that cute sisterly shit you do. Were they loud? Hell yeah. Would anyone tell them to be quiet? No way! You try telling Gallagher’s sunshine to keep it down, you’ll regret it right away. Together, the duo packed all of Sunny’s belongings into Imani car (”Oh my god, you’re driving a mini van now? What are you, a soccer mom?”), ready by exactly twelve. Friends were hugged, pictures were taken, and byes were said before the youngest Martin took off. The car ride back home was filled with updates about their schools, singing loudly to their favorite songs, and questions about Sunny’s nonexistent love life (”Come on, there’s gotta be some guy you’re interested in!”). There was nothing but sisterly love being said between the two.

Once back in Alabama, all of her stuff was taken up to her room and hugs were given to her mama and papa. They all talk about her first year at school, it was only with her mama that she went more in depth in private. Worry crossed over the older woman’s face as she pulled her youngest into her chest. What a way to start off your college career: with fear and anxiety at an all time high. “Do you want to stop going?” asked her mother, a question that Sunny wasn’t expecting. She pulled away quickly, shaking her head no. She knew what she was getting into with attending Gallagher, she was NOT going to give up.

Her time at her childhood home lasted only a day as they had to leave the next day for California. Isaiah Martin was graduating from UCLA and the gang was ready. Flying to California was a lot better than driving, Sunny wasn’t sure if she could do that again. Once there, the family checked into their hotel before meeting up with Isaiah for lunch. The whole gang was back together, everyone! The cutest family out there that was filled with so much love. It was tough, not having her family with her while she was at Gallagher, but it allowed her to become her own person without living in the shadows of her brother and sister. 

The next day was graduation day. Pictures were taken of the trio and also the whole family. When the name “Isaiah Martin” was about to be said, all you could hear was that THAT black family at the graduation (”We ask that you wait for all names to be called before cheering.” Sunny and Imani leaned onto each other, laughing at that.) His graduation day was filled with lots of love and happiness, the youngest Martin proud of her brother. 

Since the family was in California, they decided to use it as their vacation time. Time was spent at the beach, shopping together, and even looking at Isaiah’s apartment (”You couldn’t get anything... better?” chirped Imani. Isaiah only rolled his eyes, hitting her back with, “Funny, did the girl who lives in a shoebox in New York say something? Oh, I guess not.” .... Let’s just say that the Martin twins did start fighting right there and then yikes). Things were back to normal and Sunny was happy about that. 

After the semester that she had, it was what she needed. To spend time with family and to ground herself. Of course, she also continued talking to her friends! Her and Ruby would constantly text, both geeking out about various things (”Can you believe that we’ll be second years next year? We’re going to be upperclassmen to someone, whoa!”), and then there was her text and FaceTime sessions with Lucas. Anytime his name would pop up on her phone or if he would ask to call her, the widest grin that you’ve ever seen would show up on her face alongside the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. She would always catch herself, taking note of these things about herself, finding it strange. 

Think of the TikTok audio “wait, wait, wait, aye--”, that was Sunny whenever she caught herself. It wasn’t the first time that baby girl has liked someone, but it was usually some guy in another class in high school. This was one of her good friends, someone who she talked to on the regular and made plans with to hang out in Berlin!!! This was different and bad AAHH!!!! 

Because whenever she would think about Lucas, her mind would go back to the last time they saw each other. How they danced together at the event, Lucas laughing at Sunny as she attempted to gamble, how they got their other friends to dance with them, him carrying her back to his room because the shoes that Maia loaned her were starting to hurt, so he offered to carry her on his back. Then there was the pillow fort being made, snacks that were waiting for them, Sunny choosing the movie to watch, how as they were getting ready and Sunny realized that she forgot her pjs in her room (Cyrus and Jai were having s*x so there was NO WAY she was going back there!), so Lucas let her wear his. To them cuddling together inside of the fort and then falling asleep next to each other--

Sunny literally swatted those thoughts away as the realization hit here. Picking up her phone, she clicked on Ruby’s name and sent the other a text:

RUBY!!!!! RED ALERT!!!!

i think that i have a crush on lucas

and i’m definitely fucked

And that concludes Sunshine Lorraine Martin’s summer adventure. Get ready for Berlin folks, because it’s gonna be a ride. 

Some facts:

Starlight was with her the entire time because that’s her child and also her ESA. 

Current hairstyle: long brown hair! A little protective style for Berlin, ya feel me. 

Maybe she’ll shave her head because China with a shaved head? Hot af

Ya damn skippy the Martin kids made a bunch of TikToks together!!! And ya damn skippy they got that fame because they’re all hella attractive black kids

During one of their nights together, Sunny opened up to Imani and Isaiah about being queer. She was nervous at first but trusted them. The two accepted her without a problem. 

Isaiah, a himbo: Aye, welcome to the we like girls gang! (Imani punched him for that)

It was the night of the party that marked the beginning of her crush for Lucas but it was only a week before Berlin that she came to term with those feelings! 

Sunny is the CEO of not having a consistent Instagram theme which is SO different from Harper (I legit hate THIS)

Also, the only time Sunny gets a bunch of likes and comments is when she posts pictures of Isaiah because we are all simps for him

[thatthingcalledfate-phff]

Chapter 6

AN: So, there’s an optional part that you can choose not to read if you don’t want to. I labeled it. :) Thank you for reading and feedback are always appreciated.

What Happens In Vegas

There’s a saying that goes ‘What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas’. Well, everyone knows that; it was just terribly unfortunate for Harry to have a scandal involving Las Vegas. However, Harry wanted this trip to be different. The weekend he had been with friends for what is called ‘The Wild Weekend Part 2’, Harry found himself feeling different; he didn’t long for the parties, the alcohol, or even crave to look at hot girls. No.

Being with Isabella Clarke, Harry felt entirely different. He is always kept on his toes- in a good way. Every day, it is proven that it will take him a while to probably know Isabella fully. He always wants to be with her, to talk to her, to listen to her, and to know more about her. Many would think that knowing her for a year and a half now would make him bored. But, no.

Bella still surprises him.

The prince is yelling at the top of his lungs in horror and fear and adrenaline as he sat on the passenger side while Bella drove like a maniac around the Las Vegas Motor Speedway; given that she is supposed to speed and make use of the ever famous engine of their rented Lamborghini Aventador SV. “BELLA! ISABELLA!!! HIT THE BREAKS!” he continued yelling as they neared a corner and seeing Bella with no intention of even slightly slowing down. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” he yelled and Bella only answered him with a laugh while pressing the clutch, changing gears, and then speeding some more as if she’s a professional race car driver.

“LET ME DOWN! LET ME DOWN!” Harry yelled seeing the pit stop where he can see his friends standing and watching the show.

They passed by in an almost blur.

And there you are thinking that it’s going to be a normal day. His mind taunted and Harry gripped the handle above his head. He woke up today with a kiss on the lips from Bella which quickly went into a heated make out session not until Thomas van Straubenzee decided to burst in their room to tell them that lunch is ready. During lunch, his friends got a good conversation with Bella even if they had thrown a few sexual innuendos here and there.

But now, he feels like he’s living the last seconds of his life.

Albeit, he trusts Bella with his life but seeing a woman like her drive around like a maniac makes him nervous and uneasy especially when she’s at the driver’s seat. Finally, Bella parked on the pit stop with Harry breathing heavily on the passenger’s seat. Turning to smile at Harry who probably looked like he’s having a heart attack, she asked “Would you like another lap?”

Harry looked at the woman beside him incredulously. He still couldn’t believe that driving like a maniac is one of Bella’s talents. “Where the fuck did you learn to drive like that?” he asked incredulously and Bella snorted but forced herself to not laugh at Harry’s reaction. “I feel like my legs are bloody jell-o. I’m serious.”

Bella now laughed before leaning in and giving Harry a quick kiss on the lips. “You love it.”

The doctor got out of the car and watched Harry wobble out of the Lamborghini; she chuckled before turning to look at his friends who are standing by the shade with open mouths. “What?” she asked the three men as she passed by them to grab a drink of water by the fountain.

All she heard as she passed by was Arthur telling Harry, “Mate, we all drive like pussies.”

They spent the afternoon at the speedway. All men became Bella’s passengers much to Harry’s annoyance. It is absolutely amusing for Harry to watch his friends fawn over his girlfriend. Arthur Landon, who makes sure that he’s never caught in a picture with Harry, is taking selfies with Isabella Clarke like she’s an old friend.

“I’m your friend.” Harry said jokingly as he wrapped his arm around Bella’s shoulders and pulling her to him and away from Skippy who’s now taking selfies with her with wacky faces- kissing the top of her head. Bella, in turn, looked up at Harry with a smile on her face.

Arthur Landon is one to always be cautious of Harry’s choice in women. Being long-time friends with the prince, Arthur had possibly met every woman Harry had dated. Given, Harry will only be in a serious relationship with a sophisticated trustworthy woman. However, Arthur will always categorize them as celebrity because, truthfully, Harry only goes into serious relationships with women who already have a name or is creating a name with the public.  

It was only his observation and he didn’t mean any negative toward it. Chelsy Davy was an aspiring model when Harry met her, Cressida Bonas is an actress and model, and Meghan is an actress/model/humanitarian. Obviously, they were all fit for royalty. It shocked Arthur Landon when the tabloids had released a picture of Harry visiting a woman’s home- it took him a while to recognize the woman as the same one they made a bet on. At first, he thought that it was just another fling and Harry will get sick of it when he finally gets married to Meghan.

Well, obviously, Harry didn’t marry Meghan.

But, Arthur can see the difference between Harry’s past love interest and Isabella Margaret Clarke- or as they call her, the hot doctor. It’s the way Harry looks at her was the first thing Arthur noticed; Harry had never looked at a woman like he does to Bella. It is not creepy or lustful but instead, Arthur can see that Harry feels a lot deeper for the doctor- he respects her and is very much protective of her. He never saw Harry grope Bella’s ass ever since Bella arrived- which is a miracle on its own.

It is quite obvious that the two are in love with each other and are very much serious.

“Stop with the loving looks, you two.” Skippy then groaned and Harry quickly gave him the finger. “I can’t stand it!”

They went back to the Sky Suites Villas of Aria and, thankfully, the paps haven’t heard of the couple vacationing yet. “Where should we go?” Thomas asked plopping on one of the dining chairs and looking at Arthur who shrugged. “Skippy?”

“I just want a place filled with hot women.” Skippy answered.

Thomas looked back at Harry and Bella who are both sitting on the couch wrapped around each other talking quietly among them. “Oi, lovebirds!” he called making both look back at him as well. “Where should we go?”

“Marquee?” Harry suggested and Skippy gave him a thumbs up.

“Hot women all over.”

Harry stood from beside Bella and made his way to sit on one of the dining chairs. “Why the need to suddenly look for hot women?” he asked Skippy.

“You and hot doctor makes me feel insecure.” He said and he looked up when he felt someone pat his shoulder just to see Bella smiling at him.

“Are we going to eat soon?” she suddenly asked and the boys remained quiet- just staring at her making her look at Harry awkwardly. “Babe?”

“Not really. Why?” Harry answered giving Bella a comforting smile- well aware that his friends are being weird towards his girlfriend. “Would you like to take a bath first?”

“Hopefully.”

“Go ahead.” Harry said making Bella nod and walk off towards their room.

Skippy turned to look at Harry with a dreamy look on his face, “Can I have her instead?”

Knowing that his friend was only joking, Harry shook his head with a smile on his face. “Get your own, mate.” He said and suddenly, his smile turned mischievous. The thought of Bella being in the jacuzzi naked turning him on. “I’ll be right back.” He said following Bella to their room.

“What do you think he’s going to do?” Thomas asked no one as they watched Harry climb the stairs towards the second floor of the penthouse.

Arthur sighed with a smile on his face, “What do you think?”

“Lucky wanker.” Skippy chimed.

Harry can hear Bella turning on the tap and he quickly took off his shirt and pants before slowly creeping inside the bathroom. He watched Bella lay on the Jacuzzi that’s still filling with water- her toes playing with the tap. “I know you’re in there.” She suddenly said making Harry furrow his eyebrows. “Reflection, babe.”

Busted. He thought but the sight of Bella in there naked made it hard for him to move. Just go near her. His mind urged and he started walking over to Bella who looked up at him with a smile on her face- her beautiful face. “Can I join you?” he asked and she nodded.

Mature

 Slowly, he removed his boxers before getting in the jacuzzi, the warm water now slightly covering Bella’s breasts. He sat opposite her, staring at her. Instantly, he felt his manhood twitch. He wanted her so bad, his mind ran on what he wanted to do to her. And as if she can hear his thoughts, she moved to sit in between her legs- her back facing him.

Harry kissed her shoulder before going up to her neck slowly giving out feather kisses making her shiver- his hands traced the contour of her curves as he started nibbling on her neck. “Harry.” She moaned as he sucked at the base of her neck. Her hands reached back up and gripped the ends of his hair, arching her back towards him making Harry groan- his right hand grabbing her breast while the other slid down in between her legs.

Bella gasped and quickly bit her bottom lip as he felt his fingers play with her clitoris. It’s a mixture of senses and the warm water is adding to her euphoria. They will hear you if you’re too loud. She worried remembering that they’re in a penthouse with men who are possibly going to hear her and Harry have sex. “Harry.” She moaned again one her hand going back down into the water to stop Harry from playing with her but his hand that’s holding her breast quickly stopped her by taking a hold of her arm.

He can feel her resisting and he craned his neck forward to look at her face. Her eyes are closed from pleasure but she’s biting down on her lip hard. “They won’t hear you.” He whispered huskily on her ear knowing fully well why she’s biting her lip. “I want to hear you.”

She moaned loudly when she felt his finger enter her. “God.” She whimpered, her breathing getting heavier and it didn’t take long before she screamed out in pleasure- shaking from the orgasm.

Harry feels like he’s an animal about to have his prey. He growled and quickly turned Bella to face him and kissed her roughly- she kissed back with the same enthusiasm. Her legs straddled him as she sat on top of his lap- her hips grinding on his, her moans loud. “I want you so bad.” He whispered pulling away and slightly sliding down to give her an easier access to his manhood.

She guided his length inside her and slowly started riding him. It’s a rhythm that drove Harry mad but he didn’t want it to end yet and so he tried his best to calm himself by gripping her hips tightly guiding her and kissing her passionately. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned breathing heavily as Bella’s pace quickened on top of him and she started nibbling his neck. Her moans are like ecstasy for him- with her, all he can feel is the pleasure.

A pleasure so addictive.

“Don’t stop.” He breathed and his grip on her tightened as he helped her move. “I fucking love you.” He groaned as he came inside her- his arms now encircled around her.

“I fucking love you too.” Bella giggled slightly pulling away before giving Harry a peck on the lips. “Your friends might be suspecting.”

“Let them.”

End of Mature

 Their night was wild, they went to Marquee and partied hard. However, Bella didn’t drink as she’s still not allowed to consume alcohol. And so, she’s on babysitting duty and made sure Harry did not get too drunk. They danced with each other to every music and looked very much in love.

“Give it up, Skip!” Harry laughed as Skippy danced in front of him and Bella wildly drunk.

“I’m going to steal your girl!” Skippy laughed and pulled Bella’s hand. “Dance with me, mi’lady.”

Bella laughed but danced along with Skippy. Harry laughed watching his girlfriend and friend dance like there’s no tomorrow- he needn’t be jealous with his friend. He knew that he could trust Skippy- even though he had an obvious crush on Bella. After a while, Harry took Bella back and they danced together.

“Harry.” Arthur Landon suddenly whispered on Harry’s ear. “People are taking pictures.”

Reality started setting in and Harry looked around to see a few people indeed taking pictures of him and Bella. He frowned, he didn’t want the night to end but if they stay longer, more people will notice that they were there. “We’ll get going.” He told Arthur who nodded.

“I’m sorry to cut our dancing short.” Harry apologized to Bella once they’re back in the penthouse and Bella furrowed her eyebrows at him. “There were people taking pictures and-“

She shook her head making Harry stop. “It’s fine. I understand.”

The prince sighed watching Bella sit on the bed and take off her heels. “I feel guilty, you know. You should be having fun.”

“And so do you.” She retorted. “But I am happy here with you. So..” she then trailed off before looking up at Harry with a smile. “Seriously, I’ll be happy here with you with just movies and a tub of ice cream.”

Harry smiled, “Your happiness is so easily given.” He said sitting beside Bella and looking at the doctor. “I am so happy that I have you, you know.”

“Are you going to be cheesy on me now?” she laughed poking him at the side. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

That night they spent cuddled together as they watched movies and eating ice cream until Bella fell asleep. Harry stared at her sleeping face; the unfaltering calmness that she has. It amazes Harry that Bella had never complained to him about the attention and the negativity; she never pressured him to defend her or release statements. She just keeps her head up high and yet still remain humble.

“I love you.” He whispered kissing her lips softly and she pulled herself to him tighter in response.

The next morning, Harry is awoken by his phone ringing and he looked at the screen to see William’s name on the screen. It’s bloody late in England. He thought. “Hello?” he answered groggily.

“CHECK THE INTERNET! YOU’VE BEEN HACKED!” William yelled and that was enough to wake Harry who sat up quickly making Bella wake up. “NOW!”

 As if on que, Fred entered their bedroom and handed over a magazine towards Harry and Bella crawled her way to Harry to see what the fuss is about. “What?” she mumbled taking the magazine off Harry’s hands. “How?” she said flipping to the centerfold of the magazine and gaping at the pictures.

Harry can only sigh, “I don’t know.”

[hookprevails98]

Negan (16)

"Haha!" Rosita yells, slamming her hand of cards down on the edge of the bed. We're all playing cards. And by all I mean her, me, and Abraham. Daryl's just watching. Abraham came by this morning for breakfast, which Negan ditched us to get for himself. We'd had a nice conversation this morning about nightmares. Honestly it WAS a good conversation. Very enjoyable. And he seems to make everything better when he's in the room. Abraham brought breakfast, with Rosita following not far behind. Maybe a few minutes. She got bored. Daryl and I talked for awhile, too. That was around lunch. And then he left so Abraham took a shift watching me. And honestly it was pretty cool. He's funny. You wouldn't think someone as big and scary as him would be....funny. But he has a way of talking that just.....it's hard not to laugh. And after he made the comment about my giggle being adorable, he's made it his mission. Every time he makes one of the weird comments, he'll look at me and if I giggle, he's usually crack a smile. A genuine smile. I panicked the first time I laughed, but he said it was fine. People usually make fun, it was nice to have someone not be afraid of him for once. He's......easy to relax around now. And that's the fastest I've EVER relaxed around anyone. "Shit balls." Abraham complains. I hold back, pressing my five cards to my mouth to hide the smile. Usually it's just balls, or some form of nuts. Sacks, too. He's very dick centric. Rosita laughs as she collects the cards. The game we're playing is....simple. Relatively. Just hard to describe. Rosita calls it speed Rummy. Each player gets seven cards. Then, if the dealer is nice, you sort them. You place the remaining deck face down on the table top, or in this case, the bed. Turn one card from the remaining deck over. The goal is to get rid of your cards, all of them. Drawing as many as you need in order to do so. How you go about this, is you match the number or the suit of the card that has been previously set down. If you have all spades, and the card that the dealer turns over is a space, basically you set your hand down and win. IF you're fast enough. There are no turns. You just fight to win. And go as fast as you can. It gets insane. Frightening, too, since Abraham is big and rough. He hurts when he slams his hand down on top of yours because you got there first. "Your turn, Evelyne." Rosita hands me the cards to shuffle. This part is something I love. I'm so shy, yet apparently it's weird that I can shuffle really well. Like really well. And that's apparently weird. To be shy and good at shuffling cards. "I'm gonna kick your asses. I told you I'd kick your asses." She gloats. I love her. When she's not being scary, I love her. It's nice to know that she......she's free. Even under the reign of Negan, she's free. I quickly deal the cards, seven to each of us, and waist no time flipping the first card. I don't give anyone any time to sort. Gives me a chance to really try. I think I won once. We've been playing for what feels like hours. I'm awful at the game, but I get really close sometimes. "Eat it." Abraham slams his hole hand down in maybe one second. I let out a huff, examining his cards just to be sure. Yup. He won. The jerk. Ugh. I sigh and shove the cards towards him. I just have to be faster. Just need to react faster. Abraham shuffles a couple times before dealing out our cards. I pick mine up one at a time and organize them quickly. He tends to wait until everyone at least has their cards in their hands before he flips the first card over. I have three diamonds and two hearts. Two spades. Spades connect to diamonds through sixes. The first card down is a five. I slam the hearts down as fast as I can while they both draw their own. Rosita pulls a good three before Abraham can get his hand on one. I simply wait for them to stop pulling from the deck. Don't want to get in the way, the're quite violent. And very competitive. Though It's hard not to be in this game. I finally manage to reach in and grab a card, queen, that connects all of mine together. HELLS yeah. "Ha!" Abraham yells when he slams his hand down just underneath Rosita. I examine his cards carefully. "LIES!" I call out before slamming mine down on his. He has a diamond where heart should be. He didn't win. Therefore I finally got one in. Fuckin about time. About the time I realize that I've won, I realize how they're laughing. Because no one laughs when I yell. Not that it happens particularly often, or anything. But normally when it happens people stare at me. Or people yell back. Loudly, Or they punish me for it. But they're laughing. They're laughing like it doesn't even matter. "Damn skippy." Abraham mutters. But he smiles at me with soft blue eyes. He doesn't seem to have an inch of violence in him. NOt at this moment, at least. It's nice to not see violence in someone for once. Especially for someone like him. Rosita's dealing the cards when the door opens. "Negan." I greet with a smile. "Cheat!" Rosita yells. I look away quickly back at the pile. Six of hearts. I grab the three hearts in my hand and slam them down just before Abraham does the same. It hurts when he hits m hand, enough that I flinch back. "Sorry." Rosita slams the rest of her cards down with a cry of victory. "What the fuck is this?" Negan asks. He sits on the right side of the bed. Just next to me. By now both Abraham and Rosita are back to being hostile and how they are when they aren't with me. And it's admittedly quite frightening to see. The hostility in them. "Doll?" HE inquires at me. I look down at the cards in my hand before answering. "C-card-cards........ssssssspee-speed-speed r-rummy?" I ask Rosita. She just looks between us and nods. She's got a strong front. She's always looking....like no one can hurt her. Is she even afraid of anything? "bitch nuts. I gotta get to the wall. You comin Rosita?" Abraham asks while he forces himself from his chair. They don't like being in the same room as Negan. I don't blame them, not a lot of people do, honestly. It takes time and friendship, for the most part. "Yeah." She and Abraham get up to go. Abraham, when he looks at me before leaving, seems betrayed or hurt. Something I did? I thought we were getting along. "Wish they'd leave. She mutters below her breath. Oh. okay. I didn't realize. I thought maybe they didn't' hate me. But this was just something to help pass the time. Okay. Yeah. I should have known that. "A-are wwwwwe l-leaving now?" I ask Negan. This just makes everything worse. I don't want to be ere anymore. I just don't. I don't want to be here. Negan lets out a heavy sigh. "Yes. Everything fucking packed?" He asks. Not like I had a lot of time to UNPACK. But my cards are still on the bed, so not really. All I have to do is get those. "Yes." I answer while quickly packing the cards. It sort of hurts to pack them, since I'm nearly folded in half, but I have to get them, right? They prove to be quite useful when I'm out on runs and bored. "You fucking forgot something." He raises his eyebrows at me when I give him a confused look. What did I forget? Oh. I feel my mouth twitch. "Yes sir." This is going to be his new thing, isn't it? I have to refer to him as sir of something? Or just answer him that way. I'm not sure. "Wwwwhat-what d-did RRRRRick hhhhhhave t-to say?" I ask him quietly. I'd say Rick the Prick, but I'm not sure I COULD say it. "Usual fucking bullshit. Says you were very fucking quiet. Didn't give anyone any fucking trouble. You should have." He nudges my arm just as I'm getting the cards into their box. "I have to make a fucking run to the fucking Hilltop tomorrow. Get more crops. Maybe steal a fuckin farmer." Now he's in business mode. Though it's nice of him when he helps me get out of the bed. I don't NEED the help, but I also don't really mind it, either. He grabs my hips and basically takes on most of my weight. He even hands me my bag, which I tuck the cards in to. "Why-why-why..." I sigh. "Why nnnnot-not today?" It's not that far from us. Maybe a half hour detour. Negan gives me a 'seriously?' look, before nodding towards the door. Oh yeah, we're leaving. Hell, I'm so happy to be leaving right now. Going home. Being at my place in my room. It's better like that. "I want you back at the fuckin sanctuary, that's fuckin why." He answers. He holds the door for me, too. Wow, he's being so nice. It's cool. I just smile at him before dropping my gaze to the grass. "Wh-who'll b-be your g-guard?" I ask. It's sort of a joke, since he really doesn't need one. That became very obvious to me about a week into my job. I've saved him a couple times, sure, but he honestly probably didn't really need me. Just likes having me there or whatever. "You know I don't fuckin need a fuckin guard- " We're interrupted when he's interrupted by yipping. Lots and lots of yipping. It's weird, and almost scary. But when we turn to look, there's like...six puppies running straight for us. They're tiny and brown with big floppy ears. All of them. They're coming at us. They're so tiny. My first thought is fear, since the only dogs I've ever seen were mean. But they flock around me and Negan's feet, just jumping all over our legs. They're so cute and tiny. I almost get knocked over. But I sit instead, letting them jump all over me. Yes it hurts, but they're too cute for me to care. "Puppies!" I giggle and start to pet them. They're all on me now, since....Negan isn't petting them. Fuck my side hurts. It hurts a lot. And one of them nips at my right cheek. THAT is a little scary, but not bad. They're so SOFT and TINY and CUTE. I have never seen a puppy. I've never even pet a dog before. They're so cute. I love them. "Get back here now! I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry. They just got away from me." Some woman I don't recognize is running toward us with a very stern look on her face. She's older ish. Maybe twenty years older than Negan? I giggle again when one of the puppies licks my face. Four of them have gone back to her, but two are still with me. One's just sitting in my lap while the other is licking my face. I love them both. Seymore. The one licking my face. I'll call him Seymore. And Fredrick. Maybe. Until I can get something better. The other four are Lolly, giggles, button, and George. Because I don't know. They fit. They're so cute. I want them all. All of them. Right now. I just want to take them all home with me. The one licking my face eventually ditches, so I start to pet the one in my lap. Fred. I'll get something better for you, I promise. Like.....Luna. Or.....brownie. I like brownie. "Oh I love you already. I mumble to it. It stands when I pet it and tentatively snifs my stomach and chest. It's got super blue eyes. The fur on it is thin, and weird. But very soft. I love it. I don't want to let it go. "You want her?" The lady asks. WHAT? I look at her and grin. But then I sink a little and look at Negan. He won't stop looking at the puppy. Something of contempt on his face. But when he looks at ME, he softens a bit. "YOu want it, Doll?" He asks. Really? He's asking? I look back down at her. She's so cute. She's sooooocute. I don't want to let her go ever again. "C-c-can-can I-I?" I ask him. He just looks at the lady. "You already owe us half your shit. We'll take the dog and see you fuckers next week. Doll." He offers me his hand, which I gratefully take, before pulling me up. I keep Brownie in my other hand. She's not SUPER tiny, like fit in my hand tiny, but she's fine with hanging over my arm. "Come on. We gotta get the fuck back. That fucker pisses in my truck you owe me a new fuckin truck." I just laugh and bring Brownie's face to my own. Looking into her very very light blue eyes, she actually looks back at me curiously. She's got a white spot on her forehead. And the tip of her left ear is also white. One of her back legs, her right, is also white like a sock. She's only wearing one sock. And there's a ring about three quarters of the way down her tail, going all the way around it, that's also white. The rest of her is pure dark brown. Her body is extremely warm. I could bury my face in her stomach she's so warm. Honestly it's great that she's....so tiny. She's perfect. I can't stop petting her head and back. But mostly her head. "Hey, you fuckin hear me?" Negan asks. I look up from Brownie a little guiltily. He was talking. He's been talking for a solid twenty minutes. But I've been too caught up in her. "Sorry." i mumble. Brownie lays down in my lap with a small huff. Very docile. "You don't let that fucker shit inside. Potty train the fuck out of it. Get a fuckin leash, walk it every fuckin day. Don't forget to fuckin feed it. If it bites you or me I'll shoot it my fuckin self." I clutch her to my chest at that. He'd kill her? He'd really kill her? She wouldn't do that. She'll be good, I can feel it. Negan, looking for an answer, looks at me with widened eyes. Not angry, just wide. It hurts a little that he'd do that. I don't know why I feel like crying over that. I cry more than I should. And that honestly makes me want to cry. How stupid is that? I know she's an animal, but how could someone just kill a baby animal like that? She's sweet. She won't be bad. She won't. I'll make sure of it. She's calm, she's nice, she's warm. "Shhhhhhhe'll-she'llllllll b-be good. Rrright B?" I ask her. He smirks at me and rolls his eyes. "Thank you, Neg-negan." I would hug him, but he's driving. "R-really. Thank you." It means a lot you'd do this. "I-I'll....m-make sure shhhhhe d-do-doesn't b-bite. C-can I bring-bring hhhhher to th-the d-dining hall?" I ask. This time he keeps his eyes on the road in front of us. "As long as it fuckin minds it's own fuckin business I don't care. Don't let it cause fucking trouble." I nod when he looks to me for confirmation. "D'you miss me a lot?" He asks after a couple minutes of quiet. I keep petting Brownie's head. She isn't asleep, but she's being calm. I hope she stays that way. "Y-yes. D-did-did you?" Stupid question. He has friends. And wives. I doubt he really needs me. She has sad eyes. "You fucking know it, Doll. Does your side hurt too fucking much?" He asks. My side? No. I shake my head to answer that one, continuously petting Brownie's head. "Good. You need to take a fucking shower when we get back. You fuckin stink." I do? Oh yeah. It's been over a week, hasn't it. My face heats up and I press myself into the door so I can get away from him, and more into the wind of the open window. Didn't know I stank. I wish I could do better. Be better for him. He's right. I stink. And I have a puppy. Who's adorable. "D-do you thhhhink shhhhhe-she cou-could taaaaake one too?" I ask, holding her up just a little. He doesn't spare the time to look at her. Does he dislike dogs? I haven't heard him say anything about it. "Please?" I follow up quieter. She should be clean. After the shower, I'll take her for food. But she really really needs a leash, too. And a walk, just in case she needs to go. So leash, walk, food, shower? Fuck that's so much. Okay okay. So I'll....trow my bag in my room then get to work. "Go the fuck ahead." He mutters. Woop woop. I smile and hug her. "I-I'd hhhhug you if I could." I admit.

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What I Eat In A Day for FAT LOSS | Easy & HEALTHY!

Hi guys, welcome to another video today I'm going to shoot a video of what I eat in a day and it's been a while since I shot a video In this way and this will also be one of the first times that I do not necessarily do it Elegant because in my previous ones I like it worked really hard so you know Like I really set up my DSLR and those things But today is not the day to go for me and I imagine I would show them seriously Time when things are being done It's just that I do not have I do not have the time that today it took me to do it very cinematic for you

But you'll see what I'm eating in a day From beginning to end So with luck that's something that you find enjoyable The moment is currently at 23:30 And I arrived very late to my day because I did not feel well at all this morning My PMS was really affecting me in a very bad way And so I woke up like at 8:30 but I allowed myself to just stay in bed and really Concentrate on feeling better because it was not a good time My whole body was sore I was like damn this is this is not fun So I took some ibuprofen or something like, advil liqui-gels and I feel so much better now I'm really ready to go to the gym However, unfortunately I exercise at Equinox So I will not be able to show you my training, but You will be deadlift lower body squats

Glute hip dress all those crazy things so you can oxidant Let me film that is totally fine But that's what I'm going to do right now I should also mention that I am currently doing intermittent fasting I talked about that a few months ago when I fell But it's okay because I guess this girl does not fall anymore, so she was doing intermittent fasting I was doing the I think it's the thin body Basically, it's a 16-hour fast with an eight-hour window to eat At 12 o'clock it is usually when I break the fast, however Since I did not have much appetite this morning, I'm probably going to break my fast around 2 each time I finish my training So I just started fasting again, probably like a week ago I only knew how to eat throughout the day and then I realized that I was trying to get cravings and I know that when Quick I really lose my appetite after 8 o'clock and I do not crave anything I do not know if it's something mental, but it seems to work well for me So that's the reason why I've been doing that religiously So, yes, then I will fast until I finish my training and No, I really do not feel like eating a lot of food right before I know, do some heavy lifting I know it's generally a good idea to have some kind of fuel source before you go

And you know heavy training but I'm really not that focused on that I'm happy that I'm even getting up and going to the gym the second day of my period, so little I get small victories, so I'm going to the gym and then I'll go back and then we'll eat and get a fast Until 2:00, but then I will not, I would not do a 16-hour fast the next day because I like to break fast at 12 It's just that today is a special day because I was in pain so I'm going to consult with you after I finish my training ready to eat and I hope you enjoy this of what I eat in a day I just got back from the gym and I am sincerely so fatigued at this time It's 226 p M And I got to know 4700 steps so I've been doing like after every gym session they go five days a week day after day and then generally I have like me to rest facts about but I Do you cardio about 20 minutes later and only walk in a steady state of low intensity? Just because I'm trying to get nine to ten thousand steps a day, more like nine So You know, I work from home So, I do not really have to get up and spend a lot of time and even if I do it does not require me How to really stand all day

Then, one of my favorite snacks after training, is my favorite friend in the whole world He has these killer bread 21 whole grains and seeds This has 5 grams of protein per slice and 5 grams of fiber and Also 250 milligrams of mega threes, which obviously we need I like to toast this add the freshly baked honey toast peanut butter from Whole Foods Oh, my God, this is really one of the most delicious peanut butter I've ever had I can not have creamy Skippy anymore I can not have crispy peanut butter anymore It is this all day because of the sugar It has about eight grams of carbohydrates, you know, I think 30 grams a serving But I make 15 grams per serving and then sometimes I'll complete it with banana, which I could do But these bananas still do not seem very ripe

So it's fine on the side I'm going to go ahead and cut like two Portions of strawberries I will be so good It's like the perfect post-workout track where it's not too heavy, but you get like 20 grams of protein and Some fruits some greens some healthy fats It's just a good meal Am I the only one who jumps like the first two slices of bread? Maybe it's just me And bone Appetit the first meal is done again I guess this is more like a sandwich mixed with lunch But this is like my favorite of all time it's all these strawberries like the same amount of strawberries and a bagel with cream cheese and deli meat or I do this, but I have been a kind of bagel doubt So this is what I decided to go to today Oh, my God, and he's calling my name

It seems so good You could also document the first bite with you I'm so hungry breaking fast in oh my God this Fifty-four You need to try this Whole Foods of peanut butter, they will not read it Unless you're allergic to peanut butter If you believe you are allergic Do not eat it, you're not THE BEST Okay guys, so I made my snack an hour ago, and I'm still honestly very hungry Because that was a suit As if you saw the training I did was so intense that I told you essentially what I did So I'm very hungry and you know how to try to get the most out of these calories that I got for the day I will continue and prepare a smoothie and I am very excited This is really going to be in collaboration with the daily harvest, but believe me when I say that I really love I love him every day But the things they do are so good shakes

They have lattes they have oatmeal during the night They have soups Like all healthy frozen foods are good put in this adorable little cup And then you pour it literally in your know, your nutribullet your Vitamix Whatever you use to mix things or make it so simple and easy to use today I'm going to make the attempt and the coconut milk shake and this has dates of coconut cauliflower and zucchini cinnamon hemp protein MCT oil tri spice vanilla and sea salt from the Himalayas and it is also organic what you see on the back of this is exactly What you are going to achieve is not that you know the hidden ingredients that are there It's a lot for that and it also tells you the nutritional facts, which as you know I'm tracking my macros now that I'm trying to lose weight So, these kinds of things are great and easy to use Oh Wait, I forgot to mention So, for a package, this is 5 grams of fat on 40 grams of carbohydrates 10 grams of fiber and 4 grams of protein Ok, that's great And obviously, it tells you exactly how to do it, which is very easy It's choose your liquid base and they will tell you Oh, we would go with your creamier option like almond milk, others would say that we would go with coconut water or something like that Based on water, you know, not based on more nutty creamy water So they recommend almond milk, which is great

That's what I'll do and then you simply fill the cup to the top with liquid, mix it all in the blender and then mix and Pour everything back into this cup and then you're ready to go So you know I'm on the move all the time So, things like this are so easy And so amazing to use and take with me on the go and then you just like to push a little bit like a little strong right there, and it's Ready to use, to get additional protein I'm going to mix it with my wife's best vegan protein in chocolate because I feel like chocolate coconut and the sounds of chai Really damn good like a dirty chai, you know, and obviously I'm going to throw some sugar free vanilla all the fries So something they always say what they are like their motto for the daily harvest that makes smart decisions Easy stupid So I love it, so I'm going to go ahead and push this I love him Everything is divided and ready for me And now all I have to do is mix everything and make it happen

So pour this You can not tell me it does not look so delicious Okay, let's try That is unreal that really knows Unreal, oh my god I Encourage them to get the coconut loin and add a little chocolate powder protein Oh my God That's absolutely, you know how He knows that he should not be healthy It tastes like ice cream, but it's not like a super healthy one

My God, take a very healthy protein shake I'm very excited about this Riley, do not try this Y Do not It's not that big, yes Well, second try a long time Yes, it knows how to help It's like cauliflower super chocolate chai latte You have our rule in this home No, they lie guys that probably took me 60 seconds to make them not very long and I added my own protein I added my own almond milk and Badda-bing badda-boom It's done You are ready to drink Okay, so I'm going to continue and I'm going to drink this now But before turning off the camera I want to say that the daily harvest is offering my viewers 3 free cups with your first order All I have to do is go daily – harvest calm Jazz, and you can browse through all the different flavors they have

My current favorites are obviously the acai and the cherry I am definitely a new fan of coconut and chai watermelon The cucumber is so good I have stopped still to try like oats and things from night to morning So, if you want to try those, tell me how they are so go to the daily harvest of quiet jazz again, that's daily harvest calm Jazz, and get your first order and I guarantee you will not regret This has definitely become a necessity when it comes to my diet and fasting Aniruddha is so in love Greetings, okay, then Riley, literally, I loved it so much he asked me if I could have half of mine, so I am a good friend and I really shared a good friend Say I'm a good friend Good friend, you are a good Samaritan Ok guys, Riley and I ended up like it was his first day or the first Today in the gym and I took it through the lower train training that I did today And then I went and went to the gym to get my last The steps I entered for 30 minutes at a rate of 3 miles per hour and I am in 10,000 steps Very proud, so now Riley I decided well, he went to the grocery store today and it was like, let's have Take some baked chicken with pumpkin baked in the oven with some steamed green beans and then the jasmine will have some rice And now let's put some tin foil and let it bake for about 35 minutes 3 Yes, yes, give or take, I usually take it off 30 minutes and let's see how we should be confused and take a look from there I love green beans, such a terrible addiction, but not a bad addiction at all Okay, we have the pumpkin all season We just made some crystals of Malay pink salt and black pepper

And then I just massaged that It looks pretty good And now we wait 20 minutes according to Riley, oh Sorry Oh Sorry Excuse me and now we let you cook We are using Trader Joe's jasmine rice That is my name That's the only reason why I bought this right? just kidding It's simply the best-tasting rice in my opinion, recently I bought a rice cooker making big changes in my life I did not know how to cook the rice before I thought that the rice cookers required a lot more effort until Riley behaved like You literally put the rice and then you have to water and then cook, I was like no way My mom always did it in the kitchen and my mom always made the best rice So after she passed I was like I was NOT looking Rice never again, but then I realized that I miss him a lot Okay, guys, dinner is served Then I have about 180 grams of rice 60 to 70 grams of green beans around one hundred And ten grams of chicken and one hundred grams of pumpkin So obviously I will have all the calories on the screen for you

But oh, I'm so excited to dig in I am so hungry And this looks so good Riley wanted me to create a small environment Appreciate that I bought flowers Yes, and he lit the candle and he's his little plate ready to go This is literally so delicious that it really hurts me to look really healthy, but the seasoning is all The rice was cooked to perfection Butternut squash is amazing Season my chicken with a lot of garlic salt

Then I am a happy girl And my green beans I am such a happy person today so good I'll have dinner and probably stop some calories after I'm going to continue this after I finish eating kind of good big glass of water here All right guys, now it's 11:30 pm I'm exhausted and I was completely wrong and I completely forgot to film the last meal I ate But I'll show you right, would I eat? It really is not that exciting I made a hundred grams of egg whites and a whole brown egg I just put some salt and pepper there and then I had three slices of This turkey bacon It's the classical sliced ​​turkey Welsh Iyer I just made three slices of that to get my additional proteins and really Every day I have it 35 grams of fat 170 to 190 grams of carbohydrates and then I try to reach 100 grams of protein per day

So Had 190 grams of carbohydrates per day with rice and everything and all the vegetables and so on so I opted for the eggs and you know some extra fats to get my protein and That was able to give me a salt like 30 or 40 grams of protein So I'm so sorry I was totally wrong and I did not shoot that for you, but Again, it is very easy to simply scramble eggs a whole egg hundreds of grams of egg whites and three slices of turkey bacon But with that we're going to close this video because it's late and I need to get some sleep But I also received eleven thousand steps today 11400 so I'm going to go take a shower now Well, I'm in bed, maybe watch an episode on Netflix Riverdale last episode and sleep a bit I thoroughly I hope you enjoyed watching this video If you made sure to throw your thumb up and let me know if you agreed with this kind of what? As in a very day video Casual loose funny Let me know your thoughts and I will see them in the next video I love you guys so much I see them back

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Morning Pages #43 (22.03.2017)

Wednesday 22nd March - 7:43 p.m.

I know! It’s been ten days, I know. I really wish I would’ve written sooner but funnily enough I’ve been spending so long with Evan lately, I haven’t really had time to do anything aside from study and read and be with him. It’s been kind of fantastic! I stayed over at his for the first time on Tuesday night (the 14th) and then said goodbye to him on Wednesday night, went to school on Thursday and then saw him again on Thursday night. He came over and he stayed over, actually. We made plans to go to the beach, which we did on Friday afternoon. Friday night, we decided that I needed to go back to his place in Thornbury so I did, pretty much right after we were done at the beach. We had to go back to South Morang so I could get my things, because I would be back in Northcote by Sunday afternoon. So on Friday night, we had dinner with his parents and then he left for basketball, and I stayed back at his and did as much uni work as I could manage before he got back. Once he got back, we really just stayed up and talked, as we do, until we both fell asleep. We fell asleep quite late though, and ended up leaving his bedroom past noon, which was fine anyway because we had nothing planned for Saturday except a little more work on my end, and also we were going to go out that night for his friend Peaches’ nineteenth. We had pre-drinks on Evan’s balcony (a six-pack of Canadian Club and four Rekorderlig passionfruit ciders), ended up getting rather drunk and had the most refreshing conversation about the night that we met, which I will go into detail about after I finish this initial day-by-day summary. Wait, I should put this out in dot-points maybe.

+14th-15th March: I stayed over at his. We went to see Jasper Jones.

+16th-17th March: He stayed over at mine. We went to the beach. I went back to his.

+18th March: Peaches’ nineteenth celebrations, with some of his other basketball/high school friends. I wore my holey sweater out for the first time. We had pre-drinks on his balcony.

+19th March: Back to Northcote. We slept till 2 p.m., well he did. We stayed up after Peaches’ and spoke about our past relationships and about US. He was very honest with me and let me know that he wanted to be with me for a long time. He also teared up a bit at the idea of ever having to break up with me, or anybody else perhaps. He didn’t want to go through a break-up ever again. I don’t want to either, and for both our sake I hope we never do.

+20th March: I didn’t go to my journalism lecture so that we could stay up and talk. He came back that night because he was going to be hanging out with Mundell on the 21st.

+21st March: We had the bombest sex this night. He came over around a little past 9 p.m. on Monday night and we watched one episode of The Mighty Boosh before we called it a night, climbed into bed and ended up talking until past midnight. Then, past midnight, he asked me to teach him how to give me pleasure and it ended in me having what was actually one of the most drawn-out, anxious orgasms I’ve ever had, because I just wanted him to do so well and that ended up fucking it up for us. But I still came. And he was so hot, oh my god. At one point he whispered ‘come for me, baby’ in my ear and I just...honestly, I think him saying that sent me over the edge. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way he said that, the timbre of his voice, his bowed head in the blue dark. I love his hands! (I just took a massive break to sing for a bit, because I also just happened to finish my script report for Advanced Screenwriting, my first major assessment of the semester...the next being my first story for Writing Journalism, which is due this Sunday and I am yet to receive feedback). Also, on this day, Evan was really tired when he woke up so I made him some chai tea and some porridge and cut up some watermelon for him and brought him what was essentially breakfast in bed. And in the evening - after uni had finished for me - he brought me dinner from Basecamp. Because he’s a sweetheart. Then I went home, and ended up driving back to Northcote with Malith, who left at like four in the morning after we had a very lengthy conversation about his date on Sunday.

+22nd March: Present day. Evan wasn’t supposed to see me today, but he passed his driving test and was ecstatic about finally getting his probationary licence. He initially came over, however, because BRUNO FELL OUT OF THE BEDROOM WINDOW and I saw it happen out of the corner of my eye, because I was doing homework at the time. It happened around noon today, and I ran downstairs to find him sitting in between some locked bicycles with blood on his nose. I brought him back upstairs, and then called Emily a couple of times but she didn’t answer. Then my first instinct was to call Evan and so I did, and he came over within ten or so minutes after driving his mum to Northcote Plaza and then running over from the plaza. He then helped me get Bruno into his carrier and we carried him all the way to the animal hospital and got home at around 2 p.m. after the vet looked at him and said he was pretty much totally fine. After falling out of a second storey window! THIS CAT IS NEARLY FOURTEEN YEARS OLD. He has a thyroid condition and a liver condition and he’s been hit by two cars and now he’s FALLEN OUT OF A SECOND STOREY WINDOW AND HE’S STILL ALIVE. What a survivor, ey.

Anyway, Evan was amazing today. He was so present, and just so easy-going and I just love him, I love him so much. I love him so much. I cooked up some mi goreng for us and we had lunch together before he left so that I could do my work. But he turned up again, just out of the blue around half past three in the afternoon with ‘The East of Eden Letters’ a book that I told him I’d been obsessed with since Year 12. Turns out that the day we went to the Hill of Content bookshop, like two weeks ago now, he looked the book up as soon as he got home and ordered it for me and it arrived yesterday, but he didn’t have the chance to go and get it for me. So he just decided to drop by with it today. I was speechless, I just hugged him for the longest time and told him I loved him because honestly at that point, I felt like I could’ve very easily have married him on the spot. I’m going to marry this boy. The past two months have actually been magical. After my sister met him, I told her that I was going to marry this boy.

Anyway, we’re up to date now. I wanted to talk about our drunken conversation. He said that as soon as he saw me, he knew that he wanted to dance with me and that his friends did have to nudge him a little bit but because he was drunk, it was a lot easier for him to just grab my hand and dance with me. I still can’t believe I found him. I’ve been so stupidly happy these past few weeks, pretty much since he told me he loved me on the 25th of February. Yesterday was the two month anniversary of our first date: the 21st. I need to talk about the conversation we had on his balcony though. And on our way home from the city after Peaches’ shindig at this club called ‘Anyway’ which was actually 100% inferior to Laundry. The music sucked ass, honestly, and there was no dancing room at all, it was far too packed.

We were talking about the night that we met, anyway, and he told me that he thinks he fell in love the second I rested my head on his shoulder when we were sitting side by side in the smoking room, after dancing for four or so hours. He said we were blessed too, that our first moments with each other were that of ‘pure joy’ because we were just dancing and feeling free and everything felt so easy for that reason. I feel like everything continues to feel so easy for that reason: we’re in perfect harmony. We always have been, and hopefully we always will be. I have faith that we always will be. Evan loves me so deeply and so honestly; he loves me in a way that I need and in a way that I always knew I’d be able to find, despite my impatience. But I’m so glad that I met him when I did, and he agrees. Because we met at the PERFECT time. We met exactly when we’d done just enough growing to be able to find each other, and now we can continue to grow together. He makes me feel like the only thing that matters in the world, I mean the way he speaks to me and speaks of me; the way he goes out of his way to be there for me, or to make sure that I’m okay. Sleeping next to him is a thrill in itself, and speaking to him - getting to know more and more about him, sharing ourselves with each other, it’s all been like a dream. We want to go camping soon, and we went for a drive today after he dropped off the book for me. And I gave him ‘How Green Was My Valley’ and ‘Skippy Dies’ for his dad Brian (Barney) to read, because he asked me for recommendations. I naturally recommended two of my favourite books of all time, and he gave me a book in turn titled ‘The Member of the Wedding’, which is rather short but I’m still having a bit of a hard time getting through it because I only just started ‘Treasure Island’ too and I was really keen to read that so ‘The Member of the Wedding’ has been like a spanner in the works for me. I’ve been using that phrase a lot lately. Anyway, I feel like I have a lot more to say about Evan but my mind isn’t willing to write that all out right now, and I’m just aiming to power through this last bit of the third page because it’s nearing ten o’clock and I wanted to be asleep by half past nine, because I have a class at nine o’clock in the morning tomorrow: Writing Journalism. I’m not prepared for it. I mean I am technically prepared for it, because my story is all done. But we were supposed to print out five copies of it or some ridiculous number like that, for the tutorials this week, and I can’t do that because I’m in Northcote, so I’m just going to make up an excuse and save some paper because honestly I do not really care about that class. I don’t like it already, and I know that I probably won’t go into journalism on a long term basis, maybe freelance but it won’t be my major profession.

It’s 10:17 p.m., I just got a bit distracted talking to my mum and also thinking about Evan. When Malith was over last night, I was telling him about this article I read a couple of days ago that was talking about what happens during the honeymoon stage of relationships. Your brain essentially gets bathed in dopamine and becomes useless, it’s like love is a drug and you slowly build up a tolerance to it, but the initial dose is so strong that it inspires dementia-like symptoms: inattention to detail, lack of focus, and impairments. I am really feeling that now, like I just keep thinking about Evan. To be fair, this is hardest and fastest I’ve ever fallen in love. This has hit me so hard, and I feel like it’s the same for him. No, it’s definitely the same for him. And it’s fine when I’m with him, in fact when I’m with him everything is good. Everything is amazing. But he’s not here right now and I miss him. I just want him to be here, lying next to me in the dark, so that when I open my eyes I can see him seeing me the way that he does. I feel so loved right now, I really do. He’s been making me feel so fucking loved. I hope I’ve done the same in whatever way I can, but honestly he’s amazing, I don’t know how I can compare. He’s so...perfect. Fuck.