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SIMON MINTER IMAGINE- 6 YEARS TOO MANY

Part 1

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I’m in love with Simon but recently things changed. Not with me, with him. He’s still the same gamer who stays up all night editing and playing games, but now he’s cold and quiet. Too quiet and I’m no longer having to shout at him to be quiet so I can sleep because he’s already in bed and turned towards the wall.

He’s distanced himself.

But then he snapped back and I didn’t know how to react. I was happy to see him being back to himself but I didn’t know how to feel because I still wasn’t close to him.

“Si I’m getting up really early tomorrow.” I whisper as I stand in the doorway to the bathroom in only a sleep shirt and my pants.

“Okay.”

“I mean I’m getting up early and wanted to know if you would join me?”

“I don’t know. I mean I have to edit and won’t be in bed for about another three hours.”

“Okay well I don’t wanna interrupt so I’m gonna go stay in the guest room. Night Si.” I walk over to the bed and grab my phone and pillow.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He calls after me and feel nauseous as the words leave his mouth. No affection or emotion.

Just apathy.

“So why on earth is there a suitcase, a girly one thats yours, by the door downstairs?”

“JJ not now.” I whisper as he follows me into the other room.

“No we’re doing this now because you’re dating Simon and he didn’t say you were leaving.”

“Cause he doesn’t know. I’m going to go stay with some friends in Brighton. I just want to be by the beach. He’ll figure out soon enough.”

“Why don’t you just tell him?”

“Because have you seen him? He doesn’t kiss me anymore and he doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t act like he’s mine JJ. He’s been like this since the New Years party and I’m trying but I can’t keep grasping onto the little bit he gives me. I told him I’d be in the guest room and he just said okay see you tomorrow.”

“Jide, I know you know. I know that you know the girl he’s been seeing and it’s nice that you’re trying to salvage my relationship, but he’s bored of me. Six years too many.”

Six years and he was bored. How could I mix it up like that new girl could? Simon and I were old news and nobody wants old news after a certain point.

“My stuff is all out of here and I have more of my suitcases in the car. So when I’m gone tomorrow morning don’t say anything. Please.”

“No that’s not what you’re doing.”

“JJ I’ve known you and Simon for years. We’ve been the best of friends for years and maybe it’s just time Simon and I aren’t. Just please do me a favor and please don’t tell him what I’m up to. I already blocked him on social media and I’m changing my number. I just need time and I have none when I’m constantly worrying about what he’s doing. You kept his secret so please repay me by keeping mine.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It’s what I need.”

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I soon put the pieces together when I had time to myself. Simon because distant and quiet when it first happened. He was guilty and he felt bad for now liking someone else. Then he stopped feeling guilty and I think that’s when I needed to go. And that’s why I did go. That’s why I’m in Brighton in my own flat near my friends who support me and make me feel wanted.

But all good things must come to an end.

“You know JJ can’t keep a secret.”

Words like knives.

“He kept yours for pretty long. Probably wouldn’t have told me if I didn’t figure it out myself.” I uncross my arms over my chest while hastily going to walk away.

“Karen can you handle the store if I head home for the day.” I shout to the back of the cafe and she nods.

Who the fuck let him come down to my place of work.

“Simon I’m not gonna spend my time talking to you so walk and talk. I have other places to be and other people to see.” I motion for him to get on with it once I have my keys and bag.

“You left without notice.”

“And you cheated on me and then continued seeing her.” I snap and he looks shocked.

“Six years of dating. I was waiting for the ring Simon. I was the idiot thinking soon you’d propose to me and boy was I wrong. Simon I’ve known you for years and been by your side for so long and you cheated on me. You didn’t even just do it once, you kept seeing her and you thought I wouldn’t know or that our friend wouldn’t tell me. You had your mates keeping it a secret. That’s low Simon. Now I go home and my parents ask where you are? I tell them that you can’t make it because if I told them we were over I don’t know if I’d be able to see their faces. They’d ask questions and I’d have to tell them that you cheated on me. So instead I lie and I tell them that you’re busy with work and can’t wait to see them.”

“Simon I waited thinking you’d propose to me this year. That after New Years we’d be engaged but instead I’m single. But you’re not because you cheated and decided to still see that home wrecker. The bitch who stayed with you and slept with you knowing you had a devoted girlfriend of six years at home waiting for you. I’m sorry but I’m sick of waiting for you. So go Simon, you got to see what you wanted. You saw the girl fawning over you and begging for you to have just been better. However I’m done being that for you because I’m happier now than I was with you because now I don’t have to worry if my famous boyfriend is gonna go fuck another girl.” I finally silence myself after putting on quite the show for the people of Brighton.

“And tell JJ that he could’ve kept his mouth shut. That I didn’t need this because I was just settling in to my new home.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re not sorry Simon. You’re just sorry you got caught. There’s a difference.”

“And Gia or whatever her name is can have you because I guess she had something you wanted that I didn’t have.”

“She wasn’t looking for a ring. That’s what she had.”

“Oh so after six years you don’t think she’ll also want one? She will and I’m assuming she’ll want a much bigger one and one much sooner. All I wanted was the confirmation that you did love me and that you did want to have a family with me. That’s what the ring meant for me. It meant confirming those six years and confirming that we’d be together forever. You just couldn’t do that. Now you’re here and I don’t know why.” I take a huge breath while holding my hands at my side.

“Just… Why are you here Simon?” I ask as tears start to well up.

“I don’t know. Everyone is asking for you. You stopped social media and changed your number. The only person who knew where you were, was JJ and everyone wanted to know where you where.”

“But did you?” I ask and he looks down while avoiding eye contact.

“I don’t know why I’m here. Just forget that I came here.”

“No I want to know why you’re here? Six years together Simon. Why are you here?”

“She’s pregnant and I don’t know what to do. With every issue that came up, I came to you and I’m used to going to you. I’m panicking. I can’t be a dad. I can’t, especially now.”

And that’s when it stopped.

The world stopped when he said she was pregnant.

“Simon I’m sorry I can’t help you with that. You want your ex girlfriend to help you become a dad? When you were supposed to be my husband and the father of my kids?”

Nothing Matters When We're Dancing (Magnetic Fields cover)
The Antlers
Nothing Matters When We're Dancing (Magnetic Fields cover)

nothing matters when we’re dancing (magnetic fields cover) | the antlers

dance with me old friend, once before we go
let’s pretend the song won’t end
and we never have to go home

Attitude Problem- Part 5

He continued to rest his temple against her forehead yearning for more of her touch.

Just then y/n retracted her hand from Finn’s hair and shifted on the floor to reach for a box underneath her bed. She drew the box closer, placed her book inside of it and withdrew a stack of Polaroids from it.

There were multiple pictures of her and Finn. In most of them they were just goofing off & making funny faces. But in some they peered soberly into or away from the lens of the camera, exuding a hopeless romanticism with their poses. The pictures aptly depicted the dynamics of their relationship: they oscillated between two extreme ends- there never was a middle ground nor a compromise. They either fiercely loved each other or fervidly hurt one another.

“You can take these. I remember you asking for them some time back.” Y/n whispered to him.

“What…what am I…why…” Finn lost the ability to formulate coherent sentences.

“I don’t want them anymore. I don’t think I’d want too much of anything that creates nostalgia.” Y/n explained.

“But why?” Finn asked vexingly.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore, Finn. I’m not entirely sure if I want to break up or just take a break but I certainly need time apart to think things through.”

All the colour drained from Finn and he turned a shade of pale that dissolved the usual glow from his face. He felt a sharp pang in his chest and he was sure the cracks beneath his skin were visibly deepened at y/n’s words.

But the wound in his chest seemed to have provided a passage for his darker self to push through. The demon instinct seeped out of him as he grew incredibly agitated.

“I did not cheat y/n! Why won’t ya understand that?” He argued.

Y/n said nothing in return.

“We’re not breaking up & we’re not taking any break-”

“You don’t get to decide that.” Y/n quipped. She folded her arms across her chest and looked away.

Silence consumed the room until Finn’s chest revved with angry, heavy breathing. He then stood up from the floor and rammed his fist against the door, fortunately only denting it instead of breaking it in half. He then opened the door and slammed it shut with a thunderous bang, the sound echoing through the entire apartment. Y/n stayed in her room, rooted in her spot, still reeling from the shock of all the mixed emotions she was experiencing. She could hear Finn’s feet stomp angrily towards the main door. He slammed that door too, on his way out.
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Y/n didn’t hear from him for the next 8 days. No texts, no phone calls. Nothing at all. She knew he was travelling most of Europe this week so it was probably easier for the two of them to stay out of each other’s sights. However, in his absence she realised how much effort he put in to make the long distance thing work. Until today, she hadn’t truly resonated with the concept of distance because Finn would be on his feet 24/7- he’d go left, right & centre just to be with her, vaulting from one flight to the next. On occasions where he found himself concrete bound, he’d have her flown over to him.

But she was alone now. She didn’t know if things would ever be the same anymore…and the thought of it rattled her to her core.

She picked up her phone & typed in a text saying she over reacted to the situation and she wanted to see him again. But then the insidious paranoia of rejection came seeping in. What if Finn didn’t want to see her melodramatic ass ever again? He didn’t even bother contacting her ever since the feud.

What if…he was with someone?

No no no. It can’t be. It’s just been 8 days. He can’t move on that fast.

On the ninth day y/n held her head in her hands and cried hot tears at the dinner table. She was in utter shambles and she had no one to blame but herself.

Eventually, on day eleven, she mustered the courage to call Finn. She couldn’t presumably end things without talking them through.

It rang and rang and y/n’s breath hitched when she heard a click on the other side of the line.

“Finn?” She pronounced his name nervously into the speaker, praying he’d be willing to talk. Just talk. Nothing more.

“Yeah?” He spoke breathily, just one bland word. It was hard to gauge any emotion in his voice with just a syllable.

Y/n hoped he would say more, perhaps use any one of his unique terms of endearment for her. But he didn’t. Her insecurities took third gear and she decided to play it cool before she was disappointed by her own lofty expectations.

“I… I was just wondering how you’re doing?” She attempted to keep her voice composed.

She heard him exhale deeply before answering and could vividly imagine him running his hands through his short hair, maybe have one hand placed near his hip as he would, whenever he grew frustrated.

“I’m fine. What about you?” He replied. Still no expression in his voice. Y/n feared the worst. Maybe he doesn’t care anymore. Maybe, inferentially so, we have broken up.

“Oh. Yeah I’m fine too.” She anxiously searched for something to say to keep the conversation flowing.

“When are you coming back from the tour?”

“Erm, we’re actually returning tomorrow evening.” He spoke casually.

“I’d like to see you then.” Y/n spoke with half confidence and half trepidation.

Please don’t say no. Please say yes, you want to see me too. Please Finn.

Please?

Finn took his sweet time before responding.

“Yeah, I think there’s some things we should talk over- in person.”

Wait, why’d he say it like that? The way he phrased it sounded worse than the horrid “talk” you have with your parents before they drop a bomb on you.

“I… I’ll see you then.” Y/n didn’t know what else to say. She was just relieved she was given the opportunity to see him one more time.

“See ya.” Finn replied dryly.

Y/n held onto the phone for several seconds before her gaze drifted to the Polaroids she first thought of discarding with her boyfriend.

They stood atop a lush green hill, doing the Finn freeze. She watched the image intently from where she stood now, hoping to relive the captured moment.

Fuck nostalgia.

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Cheating (Bucky x Reader)

Word Count: 1200

               “What the hell is this?” You walked into yours and Bucky’s bedroom as he was packing up his stuff. “Why are you packing?”

               “I’m not stupid.” Bucky muttered, shoving in his shirts as fast as he could. He couldn’t believe you, you could go and make phone calls with another man and then come home to him. He knew what you were doing with him, he just couldn’t believe you’d lead him on. “you’re cheating on me with that Bill dude.”

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Sore wa Sasayaka na Koi no Hajimari - Miyasaka Haruki

This series is an R18 drama CD (not meant for minors. There will be explicit terms used in this CD) by Apricot.
Translator:
Channa
T/N: Here’s my translation to the 3rd volume of Sore wa Sasayaka na Koi no Hajimari. Please do not repost on tumblr or copy to any other site. If you want to share this translation please reblog or link to this post  

Summary: You meet a gentle kindergarten teacher when you were looking for your fallen button and the relationship between you two starts to develop.
CV: Shingaki Tarusuke

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Fushimi Saruhiko - Episode 1
Can you please stop..
  • I do not mean to sound rude but I am receiving a lot of messages asking me to hurry up and post again or when am I posting even after stating why I am not.
  • Guys, please let me write at my own pace. I am trying to keep up with my school work on top of running this blog.
  • I am trying my hardest to write up smuts for you to read ad will be posting them maybe even today or tomorrow.
  • But can you please stop asking me to hurry up and write as it can be viewed as rude? Thank you guys.

anonymous asked:

My day was pretty awful the person who is currently sexually abusing me and threatening me told me to walk down a certain street tomorrow at a certain time and I know he's going to pick me up and take me to his apartment and idk how to get out of this awful situation I feel trapped he knows my family and my home

Oh my god sweetie. This sounds like such a horrible situation, I don’t want you endangering yourself like that! Do you have anyone you can tell?? I really don’t want him to take you to his apartment. Please please please tell someone you trust who can keep him away from you. I’m so sorry you’ve been put in this situation. I know it may be difficult and scary to tell someone but to me that sounds like the best option here. Please stay safe

“ b a y l e y aesthetic

                          – the sun sets to always rise again

anonymous asked:

It would be interesting to see Len using his smooth moves on a guy in LoT. Like imagine instead of Valentina it was a guy they needed info from (they know the mark is into guys) and so basically Len is the only one who volunteers to do it. Basically I just want more of Len's charm and being smooth af!

Ummm. Yes. A thousand times yes. 

Give me Len blatantly flirting with another man. Give me Ray’s jaw dropping because he didn’t expect the ‘criminal’ to be that progressive and give me Mick laughing about Ray’s reaction because it’s really not like Len’s hiding it. Give me Sara smirking because a) she had already figured that out, and b) her and Len can now be queer bff’s for real. Give me Kendra suddenly understanding why people seem to be drawn to Len because she hadn’t yet seen his flirting in action and suddenly things feel a little hot under the collar. Give me… Martin not even noticing, tbh, and Jax wanting to high-five Len after because damn those moves were smooth and he was definitely taking notes because that charm could work on anyone and he wants to steal a few of those lines. 

And then Rip, who seriously doesn’t understand the reaction whatsoever because he’s from the future where not only is sexual orientation not really a big deal because they’ve already made it to true equality, but he already knows Len’s future and who he ends up with ;)

eira. exciting news~ i have finally reached 300 followers! sometime this weekend, i will be posting up something special. i hope you like giveaways, because that’s what i am planning haha

anyways! i do need to get some sleep for work tonight. if you’re unsure of my work schedule, the general schedule is on my mun page. so go ahead and check it out. my other info is there in case you wish to add me. my weekend schedule never changes unless i say otherwise. (there’s a reason why i’m up all night and sleeping during the day and have somehow converted myself to aussie hours lmao). 
i am hoping that i have the motivation later today or tomorrow to work on au’s and the main’s page, so keep an eye out for that.

Note! please please please! go ahead and send in a meme of your choosing. the meme tag is open at all times for you mutuals. anyone can send me headcanon ideas too. <3 you guys are more than welcome to hit me up at anytime for just about anything. i will attempt to do a starter call too at some point this weekend. i just want to interact with more of you since i know there’s a lot of lovelies. <3

now i must go get some rest. have a good day/night everyone! and know that i love you all. <3

Hey There Steve Rogers
Kathleen
Hey There Steve Rogers

I’M BACK!!! I’ve said it before and I will say it again: every fandom needs a Hey There Delilah rewrite and I am here for those needs. I present to you the saddest thing I’ve ever written (seriously I wrote this at work and got choked up it’s embarrassing) anyway sorry in advance for the long post but I’ve attached the lyrics as per usual! Please enjoy and FYI I will read every single tag on this thing I live for feedback ahhh ok I’m done jabbering please have a listen :)

Lyrics:

hey there steve rogers, I’m your jerk and you’re my punk

i can’t believe i always find you in back alleys all beat up

ill protect you… i try my best you know i do…

its all for you

hey there steve rogers, listen up I’m sergeant barnes

shipping out first thing tomorrow, ill win the war while I’m gone

to keep you safe… theres so much that i cannot say…

while I’m away

steve, please stay safe for me, steve please stay safe for me

steve, please stay safe for me, oh, steve please stay safe for me

hey there steve rogers, whats it like in that new body

you’ve gone and done something’ real stupid, but i won’t lie, i missed you terribly

its true, and now I’m back where i belong

right beside you…

hey there steve rogers, whats it like beneath the ocean

yknow i fell thousands of feet for you, and you still blame yourself,

oh steve, don’t you… but we had ‘em on the ropes yknow its true

i forgive you…

steve, please god be okay, steve please god be okay

steve, please god be okay, steve please god be okay

please god be okay…

hydra found me in the snow, then what they did steve, i don’t know,

but now i can’t remember who i am…

i tried so hard to fight them off, but no one came and i gave up,

they could never make me forget you anyway

well zola and his scientists, they took my arm - made me forget

my best friend who i loved for all my days

im not who i say…

hey there steve rogers, you’re my mission and i must kill you

you call me “bucky” like you know me, but you don’t- who the hell is that

i can’t recall… in the potomac you must fall….

we can’t have it all

steve, im tryin’ to remember you, steve im tryin’ to remember you

steve, im tryin’ to remember you, oh steve… I will  remember you.

one of my fav hobbies is imagining preserum steve doing capsteve things:
  • cussing left and right (”bucky it’s your turn to take the damn trash out, not mine”) (”bring it on, you bastard. I’ll take you down with my eyes closed”)
  • getting all self righteous about everything (”I don’t care if we gotta eat nothing but bread til you get paid, stealing is wrong and that stick of butter I stole last week doesn’t count”) (”I’m standing up for what’s right because somebody has to, now hold my jacket while I take out this bully”)
  • generally being an angry little shit 24.7
  • breaking rules (”you can’t just lie on an enlistment form, steve.” “what they don’t know won’t kill them now should I be from oklahoma or ohio this time?” “steve you cant lift over 25lbs and the guy who hired you will find out” “then I’ll just have to work harder, won’t I?”)
  • being a competitive little shit (”I’m not gonna try and outrun you, steve. we’ve did enough training for today.” “nope, throw some more rocks in the backpack ‘cause I’m gonna run laps around you this time, you’ll see.”)
  • flirting with a girl here and there when hes really feelin’ himself (”there’s a new uh…soda shop about 2 blocks from here if you’re thirsty.” “um…thanks?” “maybe ill see you around there sometime” “I…have to go now, was nice to meet you, stanley” “steve. steve rogers.”)
  • sadly reminiscing about bucky every time that bucky is shipped out (to himself: “even when my ma died you were right there and then there was that time that you buried your sisters fav toy because she wouldn’t stop taunting me with it. I miss you. two more weeks & you’ll be back, suck it up steve.”)
  • being a loner in general and being suspicious and defensive if someone wants to be his friend (”listen here buddy I don’t have any cash on me and you’re barking up the wrong tree if that’s what you’re after so stop following me. please.” “I just wanted to tell you that I saw you sketching & well, you’re really talented” “oh. umm…thanks. I have to go now.”)
  • refusing to go on dates because he’s pining over someone he can’t have; bucky (”absolutely not. I don’t have time for dancing right now.” “steve it’s 730 at night & you don’t have to work tomorrow” “buck I said no. why do you keep trying to set me up on dates?” “come on steve, one time ain’t gonna hurt you. please, for me.” “that’s not gonna work, buck.” “please…” “fine but if shes got no interest in me then I’m outta there.”)
  • refusing to cope with his grief & turning it into anger (”I already told you, buck. I don’t NEED you to stick around, I’m fine.” “too bad pal ‘cause I’m not going anywhere” “she was my ma, not yours. I don’t see why you’re all tore up about it” “you’re an idiot, steve. now scoot over ‘cause I’m staying the night whether you like it or not.” “FINE!” “FINE.”)
  • throwing himself into dangerous situations more often than not (”that man took her purse, bucky. I can’t stand by and let him get away with it.” “yeah? what good is having an asthma attack while chasing after him gonna do?” “I won’t, now get outta the way.” “nope you’re not going without me” “then get up and help, buck. he’s getting away”)

just steve being steve but to a lesser degree and with bucky at his side to watch his back when he’s being reckless (again). I highly doubt steve changed that much after the serum, he was always a firecracker in a body that didn’t match his attitude - the serum just amplified it and after losing bucky he got worse. he’s not the perfect little angel america thinks he is and never has been but he is a good man

Safeword (Michael Imagine)

Warnings: Smut!! The smuttiest! Sub!Michael Angst and safeword use and sad Michael but not overly sad. Fluff towards the end!

Here is Calum


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It was no secret that Michael was one of the dirtiest, most horny people in the whole world.


But, even though you could always count on your boyfriend to make a sex joke, you hadn’t actuallythought he was kinky. You always assumed he was joking. And really, he was. Mostly.


But one day the guys had been in the studio and you had tagged along (you had teased Michael saying you were just there for the pizza) and Luke and Calum had been annoying Michael all day. Endlessly. Really, they were tormenting him.


“Alright, Michael, little baby boy Michael,” Luke had laughed loudly, petting Michael’s hair and very drunk. “Y/N, isn’t he just so pretty? Like, sooooooo pretty.”


Calum and Luke had fallen on top of each other in a fit of giggles as Michael had whacked Luke not-so-gently on the back. He looked at you and rolled his eyes, obviously sick of his friends.


“Y/N!” Calum gasped, holding his stomach. “Go on and baby him. We’re pretty sure Michael has a praise kink and likes being over- ah!”


Calum had cut off with a yelp as Michael had tugged harshly on his full head of thick, dark hair. “I think you’re both done.” Michael had said through gritted teeth. They seemed to have gotten the memo, and soon your day had returned to normal.


But you thought about that brief moment. A lot.

*


It was nearly six months before you had the courage to bring his supposed kinks up to Michael. At first, it had been plain torturous and awkward. But then, Michael slowly started admitting with red cheeks that although he loved being dominant, sometimes he wished that he could be submissive. He wanted to get told what to do and teased and played with until he was numb. He wanted to forget who he was for a little while. Only sometimes, but sometimes was enough.


So, you had started out slow.


It began with you topping and riding him when he wasn’t in the mood for dominating. For awhile, that had fulfilled his need, but he ached for more. He wanted to be taken care of. He wanted to fall into a head space.


It scared you a lot, at least at first. You had done a ton of research together about the dangers of subspace and head space and overstimulation.  The more you tried, the farther you got with the different ways Michael liked to be treated each time. You had even established a color system, in which red was the absolute stopping point.


Obviously, Michael didn’t always want to sub. It had actually been almost two months since the last time he had. You had come on tour with the 5sos boys and most nights, Michael needed to release so much energy that he wanted to top. You loved it either way. You always did.


But for the past week, Michael had been homesick. His voice was giving out from constant use and the stress was weighing on him, and he was exhausted, both emotionally and physically. All in all, he was coming dangerously close to his breaking point, and you knew what would happen when he finally tipped over. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all.


It turned out he tipped right after the last Manchester show. Although he had a great time playing, when he walked off stage, you could tell immediately that he was looking to sub. The whole ride back to the hotel, he had cuddled into you constantly, shivering when you murmured how well he had performed. His jeans were already tented, even when he fell asleep with his head on your shoulder.


Stepping into your hotel room with Michael, you watched him sleepily rub his eyes and yawn, sitting on the bed. When you came to sit beside him, his lips instantly found yours, kissing you greedily.  You knew he was exhausted though. You didn’t want to push him.


“Mikey?” You spoke, breaking away from his searching lips. He opened his already-hazey eyes, peering at you in confusion. “Mikey, I think we should just go to bed tonight. You’re really tired-”


“No…” he whined immediately, drawing the word out and nuzzling your neck. He pressed a kiss to your pulse point.


“Baby, please,” his voice was already wrecked. “I just… I… I need to let go. I’m so tired but insomnia has been keeping me up anyway and we have the day off tomorrow so please. I just really need this.”


“I know, baby, but I don’t think this is a good idea right-”


“Y/N. Please.” He looked at you with his pleading green eyes, red-rimmed from exhaustion. How could you say no to him? You couldn’t.


“Okay.” You conceded. He wasted no time in pressing his lips back to yours immediately, his tongue entering your mouth and a moan clawing free from within his chest. You brought you hand up to gently stroke his hair and the little notion caused him to buck his hips into you.


“Oh…” he groaned as his length rubbed against your inner thigh. You moved onto his lap and pulled his shirt off of him, breaking the kiss for a moment and taking yours off as well.


“You’re doing so well, Mikey,” you murmured, biting his neck hard enough to discolor his pale flesh. When you licked over it, he hissed, grinding his hips up into you.


“I’m trying really…” he gasped as you brought your hand down to slip inside his pants. “I can’t…” he groaned as you popped the button on his jeans and he kicked them off.


“Use your words, Mikey,” you reminded him, licking hotly into his mouth as you rubbed him through his boxers.


“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” You rubbed harder.


“What are you gonna do, baby?” You asked sweetly.


“I’m gonna… gonna…” And then he came, face scrunching up and soft abdominal muscles clenching as his seed soaked his boxers, your hand feeling the dampness. You paused your movements and laid him back so he was on the bed, sitting up on his thighs as his calves dangled off. His chest was rising and falling in quick, languid breaths, his skin already flushing. You thought he looked beautiful.


“How do you feel, baby?” You questioned softly, bringing your fingers up to gently toy with his hair as your left hand stroked up and down his ribcage. You gave him a moment before repeating your question, this time his eyes opening but seeming far away.


‘Holy shit’, you thought. 'He’s under already.’


“I’m… good,” he sighed, shifting his hips and looking more tired than ever. You hoped he would call it quits now. “But…I want more.” Fuck. “I wanna be inside you and be with you. Please?”


And how could you say no to that?


You couldn’t. You were weak and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on. He knew it too. The little shit had you wrapped around his finger.


“Then you are going to do exactly as I say.” You figured you might as well hurry this up so he’ll end up getting some semblance of sleep. You knew your bossy side turned him on, anyway, so it shouldn’t take long.


He nodded excitedly, scooting back on the bed so his head was on the pillows. You spread his legs and sat in between them, slowly peeling his cum-stained boxers off.


“You got them all dirty, Mikey,” you said, smirking at his whine.


“S-sorry,” his cheeks flushed as his eyes rolled back when you gave his dick a light tug.


“Baby, you were so good tonight,” you moaned, stripping and then returning to him. His left hand lazily cupped your boob. “So good. You look so big and dominant on stage. I love coming back to you and finding out you feel like subbing. Isn’t that crazy? Your fans would never believe it.”


He let out a gargle sound as you fisted his all-too sensitive dick, immediately beginning to get him off again.


“Oh..oh..oh..oh..fuck!” His voice rose several octaves as his dick hardened again. Before he could do much else, you climbed on top of him and slowly sunk down, hissing at the slight stretch.


“How’s that feel?” You asked, watching his lips part as you began to bounce. You paused when you received no answer. “Mikey, I need to know your color.”


“Green!” He gasped out, fucking up into you, eyes dilated and wide. You knew he wouldn’t last.


You started really riding him, using certain moments to tweak his pink nipples which always made him squeal and roll his eyes back.


You were only going at it for several minutes when your boyfriend gave a shout, coming and stilling your moving hips. He had to be done now, right? You glanced at the clock reading 2 a.m.


You hadn’t come yet, but you didn’t care much. He was your priority.


“Michael?” You asked, knowing his full name always got his attention. His eyes opened and there wasn’t a shred of awareness. He was completely under.


“Yeah?” He whispered sleepily.


“I think we’re done now,” you whispered right back, running your fingertips along his cheeks. Immediately, he started shaking his head.


“No,” he argued, stubborn even in head space. “You haven’t come yet. You need to. I’m green. I’m really really green.”


And so he thrusted up, ramming his cock so hard into you that you saw stars.


“Mikey!” You whined, fucking down onto him quickly. He whimpered at the oversensitivity, letting you take charge. Little gasps flew from his mouth, his cheeks completely pink.


“Yes, Mikey…” You moaned, finally finding release. You came hard, rutting against Michael’s hips until satisfied. You lifted yourself up and watched his cock slap onto his stomach, gleaming hard again.


“Please, baby, finish me off,” Michael had tears collected in the corners of his eyes, begging you. “Gotta come once more. Just once baby, please…”


His babbling was slurred and rushed, but you got the jist. Bringing your hand down, you started jacking him off harshly, his gasps a mixture of pain and pleasure. You leaned down and started kissing and biting down his chest to his pelvic area, his mouth running off incoherent pleas.  He was beautiful. You told him.


“Argh!” Michael squirmed at your praise. He felt so good, and everything was so bright. He felt blind.


But suddenly, everything got too bright, all too quickly. The sound of blood thumping to his brain thundered in his ears and the light swallowed him whole, burning him with its rays. His orgasm ripped through him, but instead of feeling amazing, it sucked the blinding light out until he was left in darkness. He felt sick and suddenly everything hurt too much and he felt trapped.


“Red…” he whispered, sobbing, almost imperceptible. But you heard, your head snapping up and your sticky hand retracting quickly.


“Red, red, red, red!” Michael repeated, eyes not opening at all.


“It’s okay, I’m sorry. We’re done,” you tried to keep the hysteria out of your voice, to no avail. Michael kept squirming on the mattress and shaking his head back and  forth.


“It hurts. Too much, too much. I can’t… I can’t…”


“Mikey, you did so good,” you praised, still not touching him. “What happened, baby?”


“I don’t… I’m just…” Suddenly, his eyes sprang open wide, still clouded, and he jumped out of bed. He was shivering as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and threw on a hoodie. You were confused and kind of wanted to be sick, so all you did was put on a fresh pair of his boxers and a sweatshirt of your own. You watched from the bed as Michael seemed to snap, going about the room and fixing things. He moved all the shoes into a neat line by the wall and then fixed all the bottles on the dresser containing water and perfumes and colognes to be in a line to the right side. He then moved on to fold the clothes that littered the ground, but his hands shook so much that he dropped the shirt in his hands with a cry.


“Michael?” You asked, not sure if he was dropping or what, your heart in your throat.  His head whipped towards you, eyes wild as you gently grabbed his shaking hands.


“It’s alright, baby,” you spoke softly, leading him back to the bed and quickly stripping the dirty covers off. “It’s alright, Mikey. We’re all done. Everything’s okay.”


You sat his trembling form down on the bed and stroked his hair lightly, trying to stay calm. Nothing like this had ever happened before. You were panicking.


“Michael please,” you begged, a lump in your throat. He kept staring straight ahead, hands shaking. “Michael… Michael please!


And suddenly, as if a switch was flipped, he blinked and turned to look at you, an awareness coating his eyes that hadn’t been there a moment ago. You gripped his flushed face in your hands.


“Are you… are you okay?” You asked cautiously, stroking his cheeks.

“Yeah,” he said after a moment, voice scratchy. “I… can I have some water. Please?”


“Of course.” You got up and took a fresh bottle from the mini-fridge, opening it and holding it to his lips. He held it in his shaking hands, taking small sips and trying not to spill. After several minutes of you rubbing his back as he hydrated himself, he capped the bottle and leaned into you.


“I’m sorry,” he whispered, nudging your shoulder. “I just… you were right. It was too much. I thought it was what I needed but… I got overwhelmed I guess.”


“It’s fine. I should have known better. I knew you were tired.” Your voice was smooth as honey to his ears, your touch a comfort. He breathed deeply beside you for several moments before moving back. He laid down and tugged you next to him. As soon as you pulled the clean duvet over you, Michael cuddled right into you, breathing in your scent.


“It’s okay. I think it was only too much because of how I’ve felt lately. Kind of like I’m falling apart.”


“You aren’t falling apart, Mikey. You’re just overworked and tired and homesick. Once you get past this little bump, you’ll be fine.”


“I guess,” he mumbled, kissing your neck before laying his head on your chest, one of his favorite places. “It’s always better when you’re here.”


You smiled at that, closing your eyes and rubbing the back of his neck. For several moments there was just complete silence. Then, all of a sudden, you felt Michael poke your boob.


“Michael,” you groaned, half asleep as he poked it again.


“It’s just…” Michael held back a soft chuckle. “It’s right in my face. Like, right next to my nose. It’s like watching a 3D movie.”


Yep. Michael was back.


***

Ashton or Luke next?

Dear me,

I know that every single day now it takes all you’ve got to just be strong. I know you have to put up a hell of a fight to just keep it together. I know you think that you are just to far gone… but hear this; hope is never lost. Please hold on. Just take one step at a time. You’ll get through this. You’re gonna be okay. I know your heart is heavy from all those long nights. But just remember that you’re fighter and you never know what tomorrow holds. You are so much stronger than you know! So please just don’t let go. Even when you feel like you’re all alone and the darkness is closing in and you just don’t have it in you to keep fighting, please don’t give up! Don’t given! This is not the end for you! The morning will come! The sun will rise! This won’t last. Just put one foot in front of the other. You’re going to be okay. I know this is fucking hell but please just trust me. 

                                                                               Sincerely, me

Stay With Me - Part 5

Words - 2411

Warnings - Violence, blood, swearing, hitting.

Requests are open

GIF NOT mine, credits to whoever made it.

Originally posted by gusty


You wake up and open your eyes, Harley is sound asleep, and still hugging you and you smile. You have to get up to go with the Joker so you groan, but get out of bed.

You enter the bathroom, you had a bruise on your cheek and jaw, your eyes hurt because you cried last night, and you had to take a shower. As you walked towards the bathroom, you looked at the hour. It was eight o’clock and you had to be with the Joker at eleven o’clock. It was three hours that you could be with Harley and clean up the mess from yesterday. There were some plants on the floor and your knives were scattered, you groaned as you picked them up and took them to the trash, your bent down to grab your knife and one had Ivy’s blood, you chuckled to yourself and cleaned it up.

You entered the bathroom and let the water pour down. The drops making their way down your skin, relieving your pain and making you forget your problems, you got out of the shower and pput on black jeans, white t-shirt and black sneakers.

You went towards the bedroom and Harley was still sound asleep, you walk towards her and lay on top of her, she moved a bit but stopped. You looked at her and smiling, you started to kis her jawline. Theen, her lips. You attached her lips with yours, starting to move your lips with hers, she started to move her lips and smile.

“Good morning beautiful.” You say smiling, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Good morning puddin’.” Harley said smiling and kissing you. You got off of her and headed towards the kitchen, going to make breakfast for her before you leave.

“So what are we going to do today?” Harley said, wrapping her arms around your waist, starting to kiss your neck. “Mm I have to go to some meetings.” You say, closing your eyes and leaning your head against her shoulder in desire. “Can I come with you?” She said, whispering in your ear, making you smile but your smile faded quickly as you thought of Joker. “Um, I don’t want you to get bored.” You say, not wanting her to go because of the Joker and of her fear of him. “Oh I’ll keep us busy.” Harley said, squeezing your ass. You jumped a bit, and she giggled. “Oh puddin’ I’m gonna miss you if I don’t come.” Harley said, passing her hands to your thighs. “Maybe even play with myself.” She said, grabbing your breast through the fabric making you moan and her smile in lust. “Harley, let it go, please.” You say, snapping back to rality, you had to keep her safe, away from him. “But puddin’!” Harley whined, not letting it go. “Harley please, if it were my choice I’d love to have you stand by me at all times but please, my boss wouldn’t like it.” You said and Harley pouted. “Fine. Do what ever you want.” Harley said and pouted, walking away from you and sitting down. You walked towards her and hugged her from behind. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night okay?” You said, kissing her cheek and smiling. “Yup.” Harley mumbled and you went towards the kitchen. “Breakfast will be ready soon.” You said, turning on the oven.

After a while, breakfast was ready and Harley was humming while putting her hair in two pigtails. Your phone vibrated. You checked it and it read ‘Meeting today. Meet you there, do not be late and it’s where last time was.’

“Come, let’s go eat.” You say, looking at the time, it was nine o’clock, another two hours before you had to leave. Harley skipped towards the table and grabbed two glasses of juice, she put one glass in front of you and another in front of her.

“So, what are ya’ll working on?” Harley asked, stuffing her face with food. “Bank robbing.” You said, nervously and looking at your food. “Oh, and what am I going to do while you go to your meeting?” Harley asked, maple syrup on the corner of her lip. You gazed at her lips and licked yours. “Miss me, but don’t play with yourself.” You say, warning her and looking up at her, she smirked, looking at you. “Oh, I won’t promise anything.” Harley said, before winking at you. You chuckle and grab your plate, putting it in the dishwasher. Harley was still eating so you went towards the training room and put your gun inside of it’s holster.

“Take care Y/N please.” Harley said, as you stepped out of the training room. Putting her arms against your neck, pulling you in to a soft kiss. “I will, I promise.” You say, smiling and heading towards the door. “I love you Harley!” You say, before you close the door and head out towards the meeting.

You get there and sit down, you look for the Joker but he isn’t here, you take out your phone, calling him.

“What?” You heard the Joker say, annoyed. “I’m here.” You say, coldly before you hear him sigh. “And? Why do I need to know?” He said, annoyed again. You rolled your eyes. “Just come quick.” You said, before he could say anything and you hung up.

“Puddin’!” You heard Harley say, you turned around in fear, she was skipping towards you, and grabbed your face, kissing your face countless times. “Harley, what are you doing here?” You said, preoccupied that something might happen to her. “

“Well, you were gone for like 1 minute and I missed you so I followed you here baby. Is there something wrong?” She asked sitting down on your lap, ptting her arms around your neck. “Harley, go to the girl’s bathroom, come out in 15 minutes and go home, take care of yourself, please it’s not safe for you to be here.” You say, standing up and pushing her to go towards the door. “What do you mean? I can take care of myself.” She said, sounding offended. “Please Harley-“ You said and you were interrupted by a green haired man. “I’m here!” Joker yelled, and looked at Harley and at you. He smiled evily and you grabbed Harley’s hand, pulling her closer to you. “Why you brought me a present, you’re so sweet Y/N.” He said, stepping towards Harley but you yanked Harley and she pulled towards you. “She isn’t a present. She came here with me.” You say, grabbing her waist and she hugged you. “Oh, don’t you want another bruise? I mean, to go with the one on your jaw, it looks pretty lonely.” He said, caressing your jaw and cheek, making you flinch a little bit of the pain. “And you Harley, stunning as always.” He said, looking at her. She leaned her head against your shoulder and smiled at him. “I know.” She said, and he grinned at her. “Well, please. Take a seat, I do hope you take a seat next to me or on my lap.” He said to Harley and she giggled. “Puddin’, can I sit on your lap?” Harley said, looking at you and winking. “Of course you can baby.” You said, walking towards the chair.

Joker looked at Harley and slapped her. Making you jump out of your chair and running towards Harley, her blue eyes were watering, you looked concerned at her and kicked Joker, right in the throat, he yelped and you were about to kick him again, but he grabbed your leg and twisted it, you gasped at the pain. Harley stood up, grabbing your gun, lifting it up at his head.

“Let. Her. Go.” Harley said, Joker laughed and let you go, making you kick him in the face, his smile turning red. “Let’s start this meeting shall we.” He said, licking his lips and walking away from both of you.

You sat down and Harley sat on your lap. The Joker watching both of you and turning away.

“Are you okay?” You asked Harley and she nodded, looking at everyone in the room. “Hug me.” She said and you wrapped your arms on her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder and listening what everyone had to say.

“When are we going to rob it?” You say, inhaling Harley’s scent and closing your eyes. “Maybe by Saturday, it’s going to be pay day and well there will be more money.” Joker said, smiling at everyone in the room.

“I expect the guns and ammunition to be at my place by um I don’t know, maybe in two days.” Joker told you. He grinned and kept talking. “I need your men to be at the docks by ten o’clock, you are batman’s first priority always so you must create a distraction and I’ll have it by tomorrow but I will not come tomorrow.” You said, putting your hands on the table and see Harley inhale and exhale. “Fine, but what will we do about the police?” He said, questioning you, raising an eyebrow, if he had any. “I’ll take care of that.” You said, sternly and grab Harley’s hand. She grins and rests her head on your shoulder. “I want you to go with me in the bank and stay in alert, making sure that no body gets in our way, and making sure that bat’s doesn’t come to ruin our little party.” He said and Harley squeezed your hand, you looked down, and she looked at you in concern. “What will I do if something happens to you?” Harley whispered, loud enough so that only you could hear. “I promise that nothing will happen.” You say in a reassuring voice, kissing the top of her head.

“Okay, now all of you, get out, before I kill you.” Joker said, looking at me and Harley. “You both, come.” He said and you were going to leave but Harley went. “I’ve missed you baby.” He said to Harley and you grabbed her hand. “Good, because I didn’t.” She said, hugging you and you smiled at how she was acting. “Oh baby, don’t say that.” He said, grabbing one of her arms and she walked back a little bit. “You’re lucky that I’m not bored and have to go make some plans.” He said, leaving the room and Harley walked, grabbing your hand.

You walked in to your apartment. And Harley slapped you.

“Ow! What was that for?” You said, grabbing your cheek. She huffed and looked at you. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Huh? Was it not important?! Don’t you know how he treated me?!” She yelled, grabbing her hair. You walked towards her. “Where did you even get those bruises?! Did he hit you?!” She yelled, looking at you. “Yes.” You said, looking at the floor, ashamed that you didn’t tell her. “What else did he do?! He also hit you in the jaw right?!” She yelled, angry but concerned, she was pacing in the living room. “No! Your stupid little friend Ivy did that!” You said, you were getting angry and you shouldn’t. “My stupid little friend?! She has saved my life a lot! Protected me, why on earth would she do that?” She said, stopped pacing and breathed. You were getting angry, recalling yesterday. “She kissed you!” You said and left. You went towards the training room and started to hit the punching bag, not caring if your knuckles were starting to turn red. You let out a sob and recalled yesterday. Joker abusing you, jealousy and hitting, you let yourself fall, your hands aching.

“Y/N?” You heard Harley and you stood up. “What?” You said, coldly and Harley felt hurt, you never talked to her like that. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” She said, hugging you. “I don’t want you to work with Mr. J, just give him the guns, maybe even go to the robbery with him and just break all contacts of him. Please.” She said, kissing your head. “Is there anything else that I need to know puddin’?” She said concerned and you shook your head, she closed her eyes.

“I’ll make us something to eat, just wait.” Harley said, leaving you alone and you had to get to business.

“Hey Rob!” You said through the phone and earned a sigh. “Y/N What do you want know?” The man said, and you laughed. “Get everyone to your house, we have a meeting.” You said, and hung up the phone,

“Hey Y/N! I made us some sandwiches, let’s watch a movie and cuddle!” Harley said, in her hand a plate but her smile soon dropped as she saw you in your coat. “Want to come with me? It’s a meeting for the arrival of the guns.” You said, not wanting to leave her alone. “No thanks.” She said, leaving you and walking towards the coach. “I love you and I’ll make it up to you.” You said, leaving a quick peck on her lips and leaving.

“Puddin’! You’re home!” Harley said, hugging you and grabbing you. “Let’s watch a movie.” You said and she smiled. She put in a movie and you lied down on her lap, she grabbed your hair and started to play with it. You were about to sleep but your phone rang. You picked it up and it was Rob.

“Y/N Tyler was stopped by superman.” You ran your fingers through your hair, and stood up, making Harley look at you in worry. “How are the weapons?” You asked, pacing and Harley grabbed your shoulders. “Let’s go to sleep.” She said, making you shake her hands off. “Alright or at least I think, we need to lay down low, superman is watching everything.” He said and panted. “I need it for two days, is that alright?” You said, Rob starting to get on your nerves. “Yes.” He said and you hung up.

“Baby is everything okay?” Harley said, holding your arm. “Yes, go to sleep. I’ll be right there with you.” You said, walking towards the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water. “Okay.” She said and walked.

You entered the room about fifteen minutes later. Harley was sound asleep, you were walking towards her and as you got on the bed, she turned away from you, you didn’t spend time with her, but tomorrow, that was going to change.