and she's a complete babe

Bundle of Joy - Part One

Originally posted by yourlipbalm

Fandom: Marvel 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Parent!Reader 

Summery: While out for a morning run Bucky comes across the Reader who’s having trouble calming their baby girl and he comes to their rescue. 

Warnings: Attempted fluff and baby.

If there was one thing everyone knew about your baby girl it was that she wasn’t a baby to be put down, not even for a moment, not even when she was fast asleep. It’s not like anyone really wanted to put her down, though. There was no bonnier babe when she was being held. She’d gargle, smile and play the perfect ‘bundle of joy’ when in someone’s- anyone’s - arms. However, once that skin to skin warmth and subtle movement was gone she’d let out a horrific wail that made the neighbours come running - surely with a scream like that something had to be wrong. 

 It was rare when she’d start crying against your chest, wrapped up in the sling you had bought online merely two months after her birth, but there she was waving her tiny fists as you tried to soothe her on the park bench. She squirmed around in your arms like some large chubby eel as huge tears pooled in her eyes and rolled down her rosy cheeks.

“Hey,” You cooed, letting her take hold of your index finger. “Hey, it’s okay, baby. You’re okay.“ 

 Her large eyes opened at your calming voice, frantically looking up at your face as she continued her screeching. Leaning down you planted a kiss on her forehead and another on each of her cheeks, but nothing you did seemed to calm her. 

 "You’re okay.” You tried again.

Gritting your teeth, you looked out across the river as you rocked her in your arms, hoping that her tantrum would end soon so you could walk home without her carrying on in your arms. Perhaps when she was finished screaming she’d be tired enough to sleep and give you back the few hours of sleep she had robbed you of last night. You were sure you looked tired; with zombie-like reaction time and large raccoon-like bags under your slightly bloodshot eyes.

 "Hey, you alright?“ 

Jumping slightly, you turned around to face the man who had addressed you.

He saw the shock register on your face before you could hide it.

“Uh - yeah.” You said quickly, glancing down at you daughter in the hope that the presence of a good looking stranger would calm her. A small smile played on this strangers lips as you twisted around in you seat to properly face him, taking in his full appearance. He had long brown hair, which was thick and lustrous and gathered in an untidy bun, strands of it falling out and framing his perfectly chiseled jaw. His face was strong and defined, featured from granite. He also had dark brows, which were angled upwards in a kind, concerned expression. 

The stranger moved around the bench to stand in front of you, giving you a better view of his muscular body, which seemed to have been forced into a white tank (that must have been at least one size too small) and casual sweatpants. As your eyes gave him a once over, you couldn’t help but linger over his left arm. Where a usual arm of flesh and bone would normally be, there was instead a bionic arm that looked like it had come straight out of one of the sci fi films you had on your shelf back home.

“I’m Bucky,” He said, stepping forward and offering you his right hand to shake. “Bucky Barnes.“ 

Without moving from your seat, you rested your screaming babe in the nook of your left arm, gently releasing your finger from her grip and taking hold of Bucky’s outstretched hand, giving it a firm shake. 


 Bucky flashed you a dazzling smile before his eyes dropped down to your daughter. 

“Hello sweetness.” He hummed. 

 She still hadn’t stopped crying, but her red face didn’t seem to put Bucky off at all. Quite the opposite, it seemed. The perfectly sculpted man before you moved to your side and waved at her, the metal of his arm reflecting the light of the sun and capturing your daughters attention and putting a sudden stop to her crying.

 "Can I?“ 

In complete shock at her sudden change of mood, you happy nodded in agreement and gently scooped her up and into Bucky’s arms as he took the seat next to you. She looked even smaller than she already was in his embrace. Her golden cheek was pressed up against his chest and her eyes followed the glint of his bionic arm, her hands reaching out from under her blanket to touch it.

Bucky gasped, a look for pure bliss coming across his face. “Hello, little one.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Aren’t you a doll.“ 

You weren’t listening to what he was saying - far to busy admiring the way the two of them were looking at one another. Bucky, with his eyes wide and his arms held securely around your child as if she could break as easily as a bubble, and your babe, completely mystified and as quiet as a mouse. 

"She likes you.” You smiled, meeting Bucky’s gaze as he looked over at you, his own smile widening. He looked as if he was about ready to cry. 

“I think she likes my arm more.” He laughed. At his words, your daughter looked up at his face and giggled. The sound was like bells compared to the nonstop wails from earlier. You and Bucky awed at the sight of her toothless grin and the way she gazed up at him with her big eyes as she squirmed around in his arms as to get even closer to him than she already was. 

 "I’m sure you have places to be, little one.“ Bucky cooed, tapping her on the nose. "I’d better leave you and your mommy to get on with your day." 

Still grinning from ear to ear, Bucky held your daughter out to you.

"Oh!” You exclaimed, breaking out of your little trance and taking her back from him. 

 Once she was happily wrapped up in the sling across your chest, you and Bucky both got up from the park bench and awkwardly exchanged goodbyes. 

“D - do you often walk around here?” Asked Bucky. “I’d love to bump into you again." 

You smiled up at him and felt your heart flutter.

"Yeah, actually.” You said, your hand reaching up to gingerly massage your shoulder. “See you around?" 

Bucky smiled shyly. "See you around.”

And with that he was off, jogging down the sidewalk and out of sight. Your entire body tingled as you watched him leave, and a deep blush coated your cheeks. 

Here’s hoping you’d see him again.

Part Two

this is the golden age (of something good and right and real)

♡♡♡ for the lovely @jackiemoreno, the brightest star in my sky ♡♡♡

also on ao3

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too, darling.“ Lena answers right away, accent thicker than usual despite the fact she’s been back in Ireland for so little time. “Just two more days until I’m back home.”

Kara presses the phone closer to her ear, closing her eyes and concentrating until she can hear the steady rhythm of Lena’s heartbeat. She sighs for what feels like the thousandth time since her girlfriend has been gone, never mind the fact it’s only the fifth day of their week long separation - her heart aches as if they’ve been apart for months.

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Amy giggled and pressed her face to Sheldon’s bare chest.  He started pulling the blankets up to get out, but she grabbed the blankets and pulled them back over his body.  She didn’t want to let him get up just yet.  She felt good, and he was even letting her cuddle him.

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tiny fic for @jacesdaylighter, who i’ve been wanting to write something for for AGES because kelsey is amazing and always sends me amazing things about jimon and even tolerates my love for carrots (not the vegetable) :’)

y’all null path length is a programming thing found in data structures so if you want to nerd it up message me and i’ll tell you why it fits perfectly with this fic. disclaimer in case anyone actually knows what npl is and gets on my case: the definition below is super romanticized and npl in reality has a few more restrictions.

null path length || (jace/simon, 2k+, sick!fic + maryse meets simon)

null path length: the length of the shortest node path between a parent and a child

Jace rarely gets sick, so it’s not really his fault that he doesn’t notice the slight discomfort in his throat. In the grand scheme of daily bruises he endures, a tiny little sore throat isn’t a big deal. 

When he collapses on the floor of the Institute in the middle of talking to Maryse, however, it sort of becomes a big deal. 

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You're done eating when I tell you...

She whispered in my ear, while caressing my face. It was only a few hours ago when we entered the buffet.

“I want you to shatter your record tonite babe” she exclaimed, while dragging me. I hadn’t gotten use to my new weight, all 386 lbs of me. It was a struggle to walk, shit I think I’m starting to waddle, to just see the food. As I looked, she was filling plates, then shoving them in my arms. As she turned me around to head toward the table, I had 4 heaping plates of food, and she had 2 more.

As we got to the table, she shoved all six in front of me and told me to eat. So I ate and ate. Till I couldn’t eat another bite.

She seemed disappointed thou. I was in a total food coma. My shirt was riding halfway up my belly and it felt like my pants were going to split at the seams at any minute. I ate as much as I could, but it wasn’t enough for her. So it wasn’t enough for me either. I couldn’t let her down.

She saw I needed a break, and helped me and and into our car. All I wanted was to rub my ginormous stomach. I had never felt fuller in my entire life.

She shuffles me into her place, as fast as she can get me to waddle.

“Ohhhh no no no!” She yells, as I try to make it to the sofa. “Time to weigh in!” She exclaims.

Stuffed and delirious, she helps me to the scale.
“Mmmmm, so close, but we missed our goal.” She says disappointed. She grabs my hand and helps me to sit in front of our sofa. She turns the tv on, walks to the kitchen, and lets me flip thru the channels.

Her hands are completely full as she returns.

“Babe, I seriously can’t eat anymore. Please I just want to sleep”. I plead.

“I’ll tell you when your done eating. It’s just a little desert!” She exclaims.

Before I know I’m on my fourth brownie and my second slice of cake. She straddles my growing thighs, while spooning more brownies and cake into my mouth. She stares into my eyes and I am hypnotized. I can’t stop eating. I want to please her every desire.

“Stop. Please. No more.” Is all I can utter. I’m finally stuffed to the brim. But then you slither up my body, exploring all of my new girth. You playfully grab my double chin, and stare into my eyes. As one hand caresses my fat cheek, the other grabs the back of my head, as you kiss me. Passionately. Deeply. You come up for air and say

“I’ll tell you when your done eating, and it’s not till you reach our goal.” She says as she slides around your body. She’s behind you now, massaging and caressing your over stuffed belly. All the while stuffing you with more cake. She puts the remaining brownies on your stuff, while kissing and caressing your ear and cheek.

“You’ve been a good little piggy” she whispers in your ear, “ but I know you can eat more!” She coaxes. As I eat the brownies, she shoves a bottle of chocolate sauce in my mouth.

“Drink it all babe, I know you can do it.” She exclaims.

I drink it all down, along with the rest of the brownies and a bottle of whipped cream. As she spoon feeds me the rest of the cake, I ask,

“So how big am I, I know I’m past our goal.”

“Yeah, but, you barely passed it, finish your cake and I’ll tell you.” She responded. Brilliant answer, she always knew how to get me to eat more. I finished the cake as fast as I could, I already knew I was way over her expectations. But I didn’t want to disappoint.

Once the cake was gone I whimpered, “so what’s the damage?”

“Look at you , so beautiful!!! You’re belly finally spills out onto the ground when you sit! Hold on!” She yells as she runs to the kitchen.

She come back with the funnel. She helps me get onto the huge couch, then ties my arms to the wall. She pours her super thick mix into the funnel, then mounts me.

“Shhhh babe, just relax and drink. We got to fill in all the tiny spaces.” She pushed my stomach up and out of the way and rips of my boxers. As she glides onto me, she lets my gignormus stomach flow onto her. It’s not big enough for her thou. And as we reach the heavens together, she pants,

“You’re 408 pounds babe, so fucking fat and sexy but I want more. A lot more!”

“Oh me too, double, however big you want! Whatever you desire…

I realized I ask my girlfriend if she’s okay a lot.
Even if she seems completely fine I’ll still ask
“You good babe?” or “are you okay?” Or at least ask how her day is going just to make sure she’s not having a bad one.
Even If she tells me she is fine I’ll ask her if there is anything I could do to make the day better.
I’m sure she gets annoyed by my constant asking.
It can happen multiple times a day.
It seems like habit.
And now,
I finally think I know why I do this.

When I was falling apart
No one ever asked if I was okay.

anonymous asked:

I am interested in the Sicilian and Italian traditions! Can you direct me as to where to learn more about this/explain the basics of this practice? Thank you so much- your blog is great:)

Italian Witchcraft and Folklore

Hey! That’s wonderful! They’re surprisingly difficult to find any accurate information on!
My best resources are the article by Sabina Magliocco titled Witchcraft, healing, and vernacular magic in Italy, a less reliable article (that mixes witch-lore and folk magic all together) by J.B. Andrews called Neapolitan Witchcraft, and Carlo Ginzburg’s book The Night Battles about the benandanti in Friuli (Northeastern region of Italy).

If anyone knows any other sources feel free to list them!

Italian witch lore is very old, as there have been legends of witches in this region for a very long, accountable period. The word strega (witch) most likely comes from the Latin strix (screech owl) which witches were thought to take the shape of in the night. The practice of witchcraft is called stregoneria, a male witch is a stregone, and a female witch is a strega.
There are more legends of Italian witches in the south (particularly near Naples). One of the most famous is the story of the witches of Benevento, who convened beneath a walnut tree on a hill therein, and danced and worshiped the Devil. This tree was supposedly cut down.

There is a popular image of a witch who arises among Christian tradition in Italy, even still today. This witch is called Old Befana or Bella Befana(Bruta BefanaBella Befana or Vecchia Befana) who is a good witch who lived alone in a small cottage. One day, three wise men knocked on her door. “Behold! The child of God is born, (yada yada) we’re going to find him and bring him gifts! Will you join us Old Befana?” Now, Old Befana was glad to hear the news and excited to meet the new babe and give it what gifts she could. However, she was not one to shuck her responsibilities so she said she would have to wait until her chores were completed. They agreed and she saw them off, before finishing her cleaning. Once her duties were completed, she packed up her presents for the babe, hopped promptly onto the broom she had just finished sweeping with, and flew out the chimney into the cold night. However, they had not told her how to find them again! Not wanting to deny the boy his gifts, she decided to give some to all the little children she passed on her way, as any might be the new born child of God. Every year on that same night, Old Befana rides out on her broom and deposits gifts for little children, in hopes that one day she will finally find the baby Jesus and give him the presents she has been holding all this time.

In southern Italy, many of the tales of witches (streghe) and folk healers (fattucchiere, or ‘fixers’) tell of the songs they sing to work their magic. Unfortunately, this seems to be all anyone knows on the subject, and I can’t find any references or information on these songs!
In lore, the witches of both benevolent and malefic natures are closely related or interchangeable with more faerie-like spirits. The Janare of Naples/Janas of Sardinia (lit. followers of Diana) are magical women said to live in Neolithic shaft tombs and are expert weavers and spinners. They sometimes intermarry with humans, but are very different from the cogas  (or little cooks) of Sardinia, who are malefic witches that cook and eat their victims.

Most folk magic in Italy has died out, even in many of the rural areas. What is documented and what remains is all, unsurprisingly, Catholic magic. Much of it draws to saints, prayers, and Catholic holy tools. One name for this form of magic is benedicaria. However, much of it seems more agricultural or magical and less religious in nature. There is no point assuming this other source is pagan, because we could never prove where almost of any of it originated.

Most witchcraft you will find today in Italy, especially in urbanized areas, is of a New Age or Neo-pagan persuasion. Neo-Wicca is about the best you can hope to find, and even that is comparatively rare to that found in Great Britain, Australia, and the U.S.

In conversations about Italian magic and witchcraft, Raven Grimassi’s book Italian Witchcraft tends to come up. THIS BOOK IS UTTER BULLSHIT. HOGWASH. STUFF AND NONSENSE. It’s almost literally just Neo-Wicca with different names and some made up information. I’m not exaggerating. If you have this book, it’s better off as kindling than on your bookshelf. Just saying.
Charles Leland’s book Aradia: The Gospel of the Witches is a pretty piece of poetry, and perhaps has some truths in it, but it can never be relied upon. His source is not credible, and the information doesn’t add up well. It is a beautiful book, but not an accurate account of Italian magic or witchcraft.

Here are a few blog posts I have made relating to Italian witchcraft and folk magic:

The Curse of the Lemon and Pins

Neapolitan Flying Ointment

The Use of Stones in Italian Folk Magic

Charm Against the Evil Eye

To Cure Jaundice

To Cure Worms

To Bind an Eagle from your Flock

To Keep Birds from the Crops

Love Me Now (part 2/3)

Characters: Sam, y/n, Dean, Narrator/mystery person, Rufus Turner(mentioned)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word count: 1,648

Warnings: Tiny smidge of angst, some self loathing, some fluff, implied smut, swearing, mentions of people being “torn apart”

A/N: Can you figure out who our narrator is? I gave you some hints. Narrator’s thoughts are bolded. Lyrics are italicized.

I don’t know who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone
So I’m gonna love you now, like it’s all I have
I know it’ll kill me when it’s over
I don’t wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

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Edmund x reader: Just one of those weeks

~Third person. Modern AU~

Sometimes, Y/n would sit all alone. She would remove herself from the rest of the world completely. Many would often see her sitting on a deserted bench with only a book and the wind to keep her company.

But recently, she hadn’t been speaking to anyone at all. Not even her boyfriend, her friends, or her family knew what was going on.

Edmund, although quite oblivious to many things, had definitely noticed a change in his girlfriend’s behavior. Although Y/n was a complete anti-social nerd, she wasn’t usually this distant.

“Hey, babe? Are you home?” Edmund yelled through her front door. He adjusted the box of cupcakes under his arm. No response. “Y/n, I know you’re in there.” He said again, lowering his voice a little. He waited for a few seconds. “I will bust this door down if you don’t let me in, you know that right?”

Edmund heard light footsteps approaching the door. It opened slowly, revealing Y/n’s little sister Laura. Edmund’s face softened and he smiled warmly at the young girl. “Laura, is your sister home?” Laura shook her head, eyeing the cupcakes.

“Did she tell you to say that?” Edmund asked with an exasperated sigh. “Yes.” She said simply. “She’s being very cranky.” Laura opened the door a little wider so Edmund could come in.

She beckoned him forward, heading to her sister’s bedroom. Edmund closed the door behind him as he followed her. No doubt, Y/n had been under her covers all day. Edmund placed the box of cupcakes daintily on her desk as he looked over to see her huddled in bed. Laura gave Edmund a sympathetic smile before she left the room, taking one last look at the pink cupcake box with that neat little ribbon tied around the center.

“So,” He began, sitting on the edge of her bed, “Are you going to tell me what’s up?” The girl shook her head. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head again. “Are you depressed?” Y/n shook her head for a third time, looking a little annoyed now.

“Okay. Wild guess here, but I’m going to bet you’re just having one of those weeks where everything is going wrong. Am I right?” Y/n paused for a moment before nodding slowly. Edmund smiled, relieved it was nothing too bad. He scooted closer to her on the bed. He wouldn’t try to make her talk, laugh, anything, he just wanted to comfort her.

“Do you want a cupcake?”

Y/n gave him a look and lowered herself into her blankets even more. “You’ll have to talk to me eventually; you know that, right?” Edmund couldn’t see Y/n’s whole head, but the part of it he did see shook back and forth. Edmund sighed. He grabbed a blanket that had fallen onto the floor and covered himself with it as he lay next to Y/n. “Can I at least lie next to you?” He asked cautiously.

The girl peaked out from under the blankets and gave Edmund another look before pointing to her computer. Edmund had dealt with a stressed girlfriend before, so he knew the only thing that could cheer her up was Netflix. Edmund kissed the top of her head and placed the cold laptop on top of the warm blankets.

As he had expected, Netflix was already open on her computer. He quickly logged into her account. Finally, Y/n spoke. “Can I have that cupcake now?” She asked, voice hoarse and quiet. Edmund laughed and reached over her to open the box.

“Here. Hopefully that’ll make you feel better.” Y/n took the cupcake gratefully. Edmund pressed the space bar on her computer, smiling as he watched the opening credits to The Office with her.

“Thank you.”

Edmund looked at her, obviously shocked. She smiled weakly. “I like these kind of afternoons.”

Edmund shook his head with a grin. “Don’t get used to it, love.” Y/n buried her face in his chest. “Well then maybe I should be quiet and depressing more often.” She said. Edmund chuckled, stroking her hair. “Please don’t. I hate to see you upset.” Y/n looked up at him. “But…” Edmund began, a smirk forming on his face,

“I do think you look cute when you’re cocooned in blankets.”

How Can I Help You To Say Goodbye (Chmergess)

How Can I Help You To Say Goodbye

Val & Sharna had gone to get some food after one of the shows on tour. They were waiting in line to place their order as Sharna’s phone rang.

“It’s mum.” She mouthed. “You know what I want.”

“Yup.” He motioned that he got it and she walked away from him over to a small table along the wall.

“Hey mum. It’s early for you.” She said realizing it was about 8 am there.

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gri-clover  asked:

OH HELL I CAN'T DECIDE between this one: “So, is there anyone you’re secretly crushing on?” and this one: “If I see another couple holding hands, I’ll… I’ll-” :3 thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks Beeeeeeeeeeeeells! love ya

Awww Gri I love you too babe! I mixed the prompt and put a dash of Allydia in there for you and it got BIG, I hope you like it! All my love and gratitude to @mahnaxmahna​  for the beta work on this you’re amazing!

Stiles hated valentine’s day.

“No, that’s not true. It’s not like I hate it, okay? I just think it is a day made up for capitalists to earn money. I mean there is a whole section of the market just for it? It’s flower shops, food companies, teddy bears, restaurants, hotels, and a lot of our entertainment section is directioned to a day of the year made for us to spend money. It’s ridiculous.”

“You know that you actually sound like a whiny bitch without a date, right? Trust me on this Stiles, you don’t want to be that bitch. You want to be the fierce bitch who get’s the girl, or the guy, or the non binary person. Sometimes your pansexuality tires me. I mean, I have to cover all the bases, while you aren’t getting on anyone’s bases,” Lydia told him for tenth time.

They were lazing around Lydia’s office, waiting for the last print of pictures to decide which one they would put in the current issue, but their photographer was late. Stiles was currently lying in Lydia’s expensive couch that was indeed more comfortable than Stiles bed, while Lydia had her legs up on the desk. Perks of being the Editor in Chief and the creative director of the QUEER magazine.

“Right, why not throw it in your best friend’s face that he’s not getting laid, or getting loved. And also insult his sexuality in the process. Someday I’ll believe you and file a lawsuit against you, Lyds.”

“As if you would ever sue me. First, you know you would lose because Allison would kick your lawyer’s ass in the next generation, and second, you love me too much to risk it. Talking about Ally, I want to tell you something, but I don’t know if you can keep your bloody mouth shut.”

“What? Lydia? You can’t just look to me and say, look I gotta tell you something but I can’t. I have anxiety and I’m also very curious and nosy, you know I need to know, and I need to know now! Besides I would never tell anyone your secret.”

“You would. If it was anything related to Ally, you would sell my soul in a blink of an eye.” She gave him a meaningful look and he had to yield.

“Okay, you’re right. I would tell Ally. But she’s my sister Lydia, it’s like my duty.”

“I’m not criticizing the fact you put my girlfriend first Stiles. I would never get between you two, you know that, but I want this to be kept secret. I need it to be.”

Stiles sat up and took a second to look at Lydia, really look at her, and he noticed a emotion so rare, that it was almost like a pod person had taken control of his best friend’s body.

Lydia Martin was insecure, and there was only one reason for her to feel like that.

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Day 1-Snow Day-Stiles Stilinski

Teen Wolf Imagine:#63 Prompt:#…none

Word Count: 788

Warnings: None just fluffiness!

A/n: Welcome to 25 days of Christmas! I’m sorry I didn’t update much last month but that’s becuase I was getting ready for this! I’m so excited for you to read all of these because I love all of them!


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An imagine where you’re tired of Justins bs


Requests are open babies !!xo


Originally posted by mccanndrxws

I let out a shaky breath as Justins face popped up on my screen for the seventh time, and I rejected it, again.

I was so completely done with his stupid ASS. He was so insensitive. My patience was running thin and there was only so much hurt I could take before I had to let go.

I wiped my eyes of the angry tears that slipped out, getting ready to call Kendall when Justin sent me a text, making me roll my eyes.

“Meet me at The Nice Guy at 7, I can explain everything. Please baby”

I ignored the churning in my stomach at his words, before calling Kendall, ready to vent out all my frustrations.

“Y/N I’m so sorry” Kendall said the moment she answered, and I knew she knew.

“I feel so stupid Ken” I whisper, my eyes filling with more tears.

“He’s being stupid, he loves you so much y/n. He doesn’t want to lose you” she reassures, but I shake my head

“How am I supposed to believe that when he goes and posts that picture? When he constantly posts pictures of them on his Instagram, like they never broke up? When she likes the pictures? Am I missing something Kendall? Am I wasting my time here?” I beg for an answer, desperately wanting to know what I was doing wrong.

“I-” Kendall stops. “I don’t know hun. I don’t know what’s going through that boys brain.” She sighs in defeat, and I close my eyes.

“I haven’t spoken to him in days. I miss him so much but I refuse to let myself hurt over and over over his mistakes.” I croak.

“And you shouldn’t. He either cleans up his act or you’re gone. Let him know that. Show him that you’re not playing around.” Kendall advises, and I nod my head.

“He asked me to meet up with him tonight, so he could explain ‘his side’.” I inform her, and she scoffs.

“What should I do Ken?” I ask

“Meet up with him. Let him know you’re not gonna be his rag doll. Let him see what he’s doing to you.” She says, and I sigh, completely drained with the whole situation.

“Listen babe, I have to go but tell me how it goes okay? Love you.” Kendall says and I say my goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

I check the time, noticing it was already 6:30 and I sigh, now or never.


I hold my breath as I spot Justin at a booth in the back of the restaurant, sunglasses on his face.

As I reach the table he looks up at me, taking his glasses off his face. Once our eyes lock we both freeze.

“Y/N” he breathes out and my eyes fill up with tears making me look away, upset for breaking in front of him.

“Let’s just get this over with okay?“I mumble, ridding the tears off my cheeks as I sat across from him.

I played with the cup of water on the table as I waited for him to talk, my finger rimming the top of the glass.

“I’ve missed you so much baby.” He counters and I bite my lip, my eyes not meeting his.

“Stop it.” I say sharply “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to miss me when you’re the reason we’re like this. When you’re the reason I’m hurting.”


“Stop. Calling me that.” I urge harshly, my chest aching.

“Just let me explain-”

“What is there to explain Justin? I get it, you still love her. And that’s fine, but don’t continue to lead me on if that’s the case.”

“No, I love you.” He says, his voice sincere and I laugh bitterly.

“You could’ve fooled me. I mean seriously Justin. Do you know how embarrassing It is for me when you do shit like that? Posting pictures kissing other girls, and constantly posting pictures of your ex girlfriend? Are we even together? Or am I being naive?” I continue, my gaze focused on a piece of lint on his shirt.

“I don’t think. I don’t think about the consequences or of hurting you. I never want to hurt you baby, I love you so much and if you just give me one more chance, one more. I promise you I will make you see how much I love and need you. You’re it for me Y/N. Not Selena, or anyone else.” He says all in one breath , and I close my eyes.

“You really hurt me Justin.” I say softly, putting a hand up once he tried to defend himself .

“Just listen. I’m so completely in love with you, and it fucking hurts when I see pictures of you and her, ones that you keep posting, reminding me of the love you have for her, reminding me how you’ll never love me the way you love her.” I say, digging my nails into the palm of my hand to stop myself from crying like a damn baby.

“ I love you so much more than that. I swear I do.” Justin promises, but I shake my head.

“You don’t.” I say, looking up at him in understanding.

“And believe me I get it. She was your first love, your first everything. It’s hard to let go of that.” I reassure.

“Don’t do this y/n” Justin says, knowing where I was headed with this.

“You have to let me go.” I whisper, the pain in my heart multiplying.

“I can’t sit and wait for you to get over her, because it hurts me. I can’t have half of your love. I need it all. And I’m sorry if that sounds selfish but it’s the truth.” I say, standing up, ready to walk away but he grabbed my hand.

“Please.” He begs, pulling me back to him gently, until I was right in front of him.

“I want this y/n. I want you. Let me fight for your trust, and your love. I’ll spend the rest of my life doing so because I see me spending the rest of my life with you. I don’t want anyone else, you have my heart unconditionally. It’s in your hands. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you baby please believe me. We can fight through this, we can work it out.”

I bite my trembling lip to keep from crying.

“Actions s-speak louder than words Justin.” I hiccup, feeling my resolve slowly tear down.

Justin stands up, cupping my face in his hands as he nudges his nose with mine.

“Then let me show you.” He whispers against my lips before pressing them fully against mine .

some people are like “i knew jasper wouldn’t get a redemption lol bye bitch” and im like 


do you really think jasper’s arc will end here

it’s 5:17am and this amazing girl tried her very best to stay up with me all night because i have a shit load of coursework to complete for today but she started falling asleep and just before she nodded off completely, she said “you can do it, babe”
it’s so cute how much she actually believes in me, even when she’s half asleep

Wildest Dreams - Calum

So this is a legitimate dream that I had the other night. I hope you enjoy it and please God send me a Calum. Amen. Xoxox

“Sissy they’ll be here any second!” I hollared as I scrambled around the kitchen trying to get the plates and silverware ready.

“I know I know I’m trying to find the napkins!” She hollared back, completely frazzled.

“Here they are babe!” I said throwing them to her.

“Ahh awesome!” She said gleaming as she placed them on the table.

The table was finally set with turkey, dressing, ham, mashed potatoes,macaroni and cheese, brocolli and rice, rolls, green beans, and four different pies.

I looked at her and smiled. “Holy shit I can’t believe we did it in time.”

She giggled. “Um yeah no, YOU did it. I didn’t do anything but cut the potatoes and buy the rolls.”

We had been living together in a small apartment for a while. She was my best friend, my confidant.

“When did they say they’d be here?” She asked- getting antsy for her boyfriend Ashton to arrive.

“Should be any minute now.” I said looking at the clock.

A knock on the door interrupted our thoughts.

“Shit shit they’re here! How do I look?” She asked straightening up her outfit.

“Gorgeous.” I said smiling at her and winking.

“Honey were home!” Ashton shouted through the door.

I heard Calum’s giggle and my heart stopped.

“Hey you!” I said opening up the door and immediately throwing my arms around Calum’s neck.

“Hey pretty girl.” He said smiling into my face before placing a sweet kiss to my lips and removing his hands from his jacket pocket finally wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Alrighty then, I’m nonexistent that’s cool.” Ashton said acting annoyed as he curled into his jacket.

“Aw my poor baby, come here.” Sadie said wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss.

“At least SOMEONE appreciates me.” He said towards me.

I rolled my eyes and closed the door.

“Woa babe this looks great! MY girl knows how to cook.” Calum said proudly, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me tight when he seen the spread in the kitchen.

“And how do you know MY girl didn’t help?” Ashton asked defending her as he took a seat at the table.

She smiled. “Now love you know I didn’t help with any of this.. I can’t cook.”

He shrugged and giggled. “I know, I was just tryna help you out baby.”

She smiled at him and sat on his lap.
“You’re so sweet.” She said.

He shrugged and blushed.

I rolled my eyes lovingly.

“Take a seat babe.” I motioned to Calum to sit at the table.

He took off his jacket and slung it on the couch.

He made his way back to the table and sat down.

“You girls have been busy, this must’ve taken you forever.” Ashton said.

“Just a little bit. Now let’s eat!” I said just waiting to dive into all of the food.

“Sweet!” Calum said and got a plate, piling it high.

Everyone else followed suit.

“Okay while we eat, do you boys wanna play a little cards against humanity?” I asked deviously.

“Hell yeah, you got the cards?” Ashton asked.

“Yep right here bud.” I said picking them up off of the living room table.

“Awesome” Ashton said smiling.

I shuffled the deck and gave them all their starting cards.

“Okay who wants to go first?” I asked raising my eyebrows up and down.

“I will.” Ashton said smiling.

“Okay shoot.” I said smiling back and sticking some food into my mouth.

“Alrighty then. First statement: *blank*, that’s how I want to die.” He said shaking his head.

“Just push your cards over this way when you’re ready.” He instructed.

“Omg these are so bad.” I said laughing.

“I feel like such a bad person.” Calum said laughing as well.

“Ready!” Sadie shouted.

“Oh fuck. You people are terrible.” Ashton said giggling.

“Read them man.” I said anticipating what he would read.

“Okay okay.” He giggled.

“Penis injection, that’s how I want to die. Oprah Winfrey farting the national anthem on a small child, that’s how I want to die. And finally: horrible yeast infection, that’s how I want to die.” He read out loud.

“Oh man gross.” Calum said laughing.

“Fuck man…Uhh I guess if I had to go I’d want to go with Oprah Winfrey farting the national anthem on a small child.” Ashton said giggling.

“That’s me!” Sadie shouted proudly.

“Hell yeah good job babe!” He said smiling proudly and high fived her.

“Okay my turn!” She shouted excited.

“Hmm okay. Oh dear… 10% of adults admit having an addiction to *blank*.

“Ohhh I got a good one.” I said laughing to myself.

“Ohh let me see” Calum said leaning over to look at my card.

“Ooo that’s a good one!” He said laughing.

“Let me see yours.” I said leaning over to look at his.

“Hey no cheating!” Ashton said annoyed.

I stuck my tongue out at him and went back to looking at my cards.

“Ready?” She asked.

“Ready.” We all said as our cards piled up in front of her.

“I’m actually scared for this one.” She giggled.

“Okay here we go: 10% of adults admit having an addiction to harry potter erotica, sexy pillow fights, or full frontal nudity. Ummm I’m gonna have to go with full frontal nudity.”

“What the hell?” I shouted.

“I don’t like Harry Potter!” She said defending her choice.

“I’ll take that.” Calum said taking the card from her.

“Babe you aren’t addicted to sexy pillow fights?” Ash pouted.

She winked at him and blushed.

“Gross.” I said laughing.

“This means it’s my turn doesn’t it?” Calum asked taking another big bite of food.

“Umhm.” I nodded smiling at him as I bit down on my fork.

He grinned and picked a card to read. “Okay, oh god: Dude I’m so drunk right now, you know what I could really go for *blank*?”

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Third Wheeler

Prompt:“We’re at a concert and I can’t see a thing. Let me sit on your shoulders, maybe?”

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.

Rated: K


Uzumaki Naruto was always the third wheeler, sometimes he was even the fourth or fifth if Sai and Shikamaru decided that they too wanted to tag along and bring their girlfriends. It was always like this, Naruto just walking behind three couples who were too immersed with the things they saw around them. He sulked at first but stopped caring about it eventually.

When Sasuke and Sakura first began dating, Naruto didn’t mind much about being a third wheeler just because the trio was more likely all best friends with each other. Things eventually changed though as Sasuke and Sakura began getting more intimate and that just freaked the blonde youngster out. Sai and Shikamaru’s relationships were just as bad.

So Uzumaki Naruto was always the third, fourth and fifth wheeler but this particular night, he was not.

Thanks to Sakura’s friendly attitude, the girl had gained yet another friend since they entered college and managed to get Naruto a date for the concert they were going to attend. To say he was utterly dissatisfied would be huge lie because who wouldn’t want Hyuuga Hinata as a date?!

When the young blonde found out his partner was going to be the Hyuuga Heiress, he had jumped up and down for joy, screaming with enthusiasm, allowing the people around him know just how excited he was. It wasn’t that he had a huge crush on her. No, it was because the girl was so popular among the men at school that it was quite difficult to have decent conversations with her without stuttering like a complete fool.

She was a babe and even Uzumaki Naruto agreed upon that.

Hinata was petite, which was the perfect size for a man to cuddle with. She was super busty, and everyone knew that even when she tried to hide it under some of the baggy sweaters she wore. Her curves were amazing, her legs were milky white, she had the most adorable face ever and her eyes were a mystery yet to top all of those off, she was an intelligent student.

Naruto was only lucky to know so much of her due to Sakura and sharing a class with the elite girl.

The blonde tore his eyes away from the timid girl finally when the concert began. He didn’t even realize that his face was feeling quite hot and it was totally not from being in the crowed place. He sighed. Maybe he did like her after all.

People began jumping as the band began playing and soon things began getting complicated. Naruto noticed he could barely see the stage so when he thought about that, he remembered that he had a pretty short date beside him. He looked to his right and indeed, the girl was having problems.

He softly smiled as he witnessed the short girl tiptoeing and trying to jump at the same time to get a better view of the stage. He also saw how she had even glanced at Sasuke who had Sakura on his shoulders so she could see the stage. The blonde’s eyebrows narrowed.

With a little introduction earlier before the concert had started, Naruto learned that although Hinata was popular among the men and was even an heir, she was actually an introvert girl. She blushed easily, she spoke softly and the way she move her body was very cautious, as if she didn’t want to offend anyone. She was so innocent and pure.

So knowing how she was, Naruto knew she would not dare to ask him if she could sit on his shoulders even when she was struggling. And since knowing that, with a little bit of courage, he bended down on his knees, catching the girl’s attention immediately

Hinata looked down at him wide eyes, staring at his bright smile that she had yet to get accustomed to and furrowed her brows, “Naruto-kun?”

“You can’t see the stage, right?” his smile grew wider and the Hyuuga swore she could just faint at that moment, “hop on! You’ll see the stage better this way.”

The timid girl struggled a little, contemplating to see if she should get on his shoulders or not. Truth be told, she was a little insecure. Due to her short height and her heavy chest, she was quite meaty. The girl was scared that she might hurt his precious neck.

“I – I’m not so sure about this, Naruto-kun,” the girl stated, a dark blush tainting her soft cheeks.

The blonde only chuckled, tilting his head a little to the side as if urging her to just hop on his shoulders, “Trust me sweet cinnamon, you won’t break me,” and he winked at her and she really did felt like fainting then. Naruto was so attractive.

After some more silent argument and urging, Hinata eventually hopped on to Naruto’s shoulders. She squeaked when he stood up suddenly and her blush intensified when he landed his hands on her bare thighs. Little did she know that Naruto was blushing just as much as she was.


A week later, Naruto and Hinata were known as an item. Guys sneered at the young blonde, wondering how he had managed to snatched the heart of the Hyuuga Heiress. Girls ‘wowed’ at them, never thinking that Hinata would ever date anyone.

It was complicated at first yet, they got over it and everyone went back to their normal lives, except Naruto, because he wasn’t the third, fourth or fifth wheeler anymore. He now had someone who he could call his only one.


It was a bit cheesy but omg I love cheesy stories, hahaha. I hope you guys have enjoyed it! Now, I must go back to writing the next chapter for Tainted.