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Reader x Pete on their honeymoon!

https://hangovercurse.tumblr.com/post/651122368821035008/honeymoon

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hey bae, first of all i wanna say thank u for everything that u do. u are an amazing writer and your page+posts makes so many people (myself included) ecstatic. it is 100% okay to be in a slump, please don’t be so hard on yourself! you are very talented! take some time to relax :)

i do have a request for when u are feeling up to it, i feel like it’d be really cute if u did something about being on your honeymoon with pete :,) maybe like on the beach or something, combo of fluff+smut, whatever u find fitting :,)

remember that u are loved and please take care of yourself 🤍🤍🤍

I love you <3

I know this was from a while ago but it helped for this round of writer’s block/ depression too so... thank you <3

https://hangovercurse.tumblr.com/post/651122368821035008/honeymoon

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Honeymoon

Pete takes you on your honeymoon

Request: “i feel like it’d be really cute if u did something about being on your honeymoon with pete :,) maybe like on the beach or something, combo of fluff+smut, whatever u find fitting :,)”

Pete X Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut (18+)

A/N: Me?!? Writing?!? Since when?!? (Seriously, sorry it’s been so long)

Word Count: 1630

The smell of salt water and sand overwhelmed your senses as Pete drove you down the sand-covered road. Your left hand was intertwined with his free right one, his fingers running over the ring on your fourth finger. The wind blew into the car through the rolled-down window, hitting your skin softly.

Pete slowed the car in front of a beautiful wooden cabin that was raised off the ground. He pulled in underneath the building, to the side of a hammock that hung from the ceiling. You looked over to find a  calm smile on his face, his brown eyes sparkling from the sun that seemed to be everywhere.

When he opened the door into the cabin, your eyes went wide. From he outside, the place had looked incredible, but now that the interior was in full view, you were even more astounded. The door led to an open-plan living room and kitchen, separated only by a small kitchen peninsula. The floor, walls, and ceilings were made of an earthy-shade wood, with windows letting in a surplus of natural light.

Pete led you into your home for the next 8 days, watching your face change as you took in the new surroundings, “you’re cute, you know that?”

Heat rushed to your face, “shut up,” you giggled. Even the simplest of his words had an effect on you, turning you into a giddy, giggling mess.

He led you through a curtain and into a large bedroom, complete with a wooden vanity and king-size bed with a sheer canopy bunched at the corners of the bed. You placed your bags beside the bed, walking over to the vanity that was housing a bucket of champagnes and a vase of flowers.

You smiled lightly, turning to Pete, “this is so cute!”

He moved over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. Your hands ran up to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. His lips slowly separated from yours, but his face remained only millimeters from your own, “I love you, Mrs. Davidson.”

You giggled at the words, still loving their sound, “I love you, Mr. Davidson.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pushing him away gently, “now c’mon. Did we come here to be gross and sappy or to go to the beach?”

He chuckled, “I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to do both.”

You continued to explore the rest of the beach cabin, eventually landing on the balcony overlooking the ocean. Though there were chairs, you chose to lean over the railing. Pete was in the midst of unpacking and making sure everything was in order.

His hot breath hitting your ear made you jump a little bit as his hands rested on the railing on either side of your waist, “like the view?”

You turned around, letting your back rest against the railing, “yeah, but I think I like this one more.”

Pete chuckled under his breath, “that was the lamest thing you’ve ever said.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned up and pressed a small peck to his lips, “yep, and you’re stuck with my lame remarks forever now.”

“I mean, divorce is always an option,” he joked.

You shoved him lightly, “Pete! That’s not funny, especially on our honeymoon.”

The slight pout on your face made Pete lean down to kiss your lips softly, his hands resting on your hips, “I’m kidding. Trust me, divorce is the last thing I’ll be thinking about. Ever.”

Your face still held a faux sad expression, “it better be.”

He captured your lips with his again, this time deepening the kiss. Your hands found themselves at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you. His tongue ran over your lips, which fell open incontestably.

He pulled away slowly, eliciting a quiet moan from you, “let’s go for a walk.”

You whined, “I don’t want to go for a walk, Petey. I wanna do… other things.” You pulled on the hem of his shirt lightly, hinting at what you really wanted to do with him.

Pete chuckled adorably, “we’ll have plenty of time for other things later, Mrs. Davidson.”

You let him lead you through the cabin and out to the beach with little protest, though unable to shake the warm feeling between your legs.

 You’d ended up walking about half a mile down the beach, watching the sun slowly set. At the peak of the sunset, when the sky was a perfect shade of pink, Pete dragged you to sit on a cluster of rocks further up shore.

You leaned into his side, letting the cool sea breeze hit you and bathe you in the scent of salt. He looked down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You pushed into him, deepening the kiss.

He groaned and pulled away, “someone’s eager.”

You smiled widely, “well, when you’re married to the hottest guy in the world, it’s hard not to be.”

“Imagine how I feel,” he pecked your lips, resting his nose against yours briefly. You sat just like that for a few minutes, as the sun continued to fall behind the waves. Your breathing was in perfect sync, his heartbeat matching your own.

Eventually it grew dark, so Pete helped you down from your resting place and you began the walk home. Your intertwined hands swung between you as the water hit your feet.

When you got back to your room in the cabin, Pete pulled you in for a passionate kiss, his large hands cradling your face. You let yourself fall into the kiss, his tongue poking out and separating your lips. Hands fell down to his waist, sneaking under his shirt to explore his muscular middle.

His own hands moved down and pulled the fabric up, his lips leaving yours briefly to remove the shirt completely. He then made quick work of your dress, throwing the material across the room. You pulled him back into you, capturing his lips in yours once more before he spun the both of you around so your back faced the bed. He gently pushed you onto the soft mattress, letting you move up to a more comfortable position. Once you were situated, he unbuckled the belt of his shorts and pulled the garment off of his body. He then climbed over you, letting his hands hold him up from either side of your head. He leaned down to press quick kisses to your lips, trailing them down to your neck with mumbled, “I love yous.”

When his mouth reached a sensitive spot near your collarbone, you let out a light moan, causing him to smirk against the skin before sucking a deep purple mark onto the skin. One of his hands moved to cup your breasts, massaging the skin lightly in his fingers. His lips moved back up your own, whispering against them, “how did I get so lucky, Mrs. Davidson?”

You giggled giddily, “I love you,” before kissing him harshly, your hands moving down to palm him through his boxers. You could feel his semi hardening at your touch, the long length spreading warmness to your core.

Pete bucked his hips against your hand, a smirk forming on your lips. You pulled his boxers down enough to free his member, letting his hand that was previously on your breast do the rest of the work to pull them down.

He then moved his fingers to your clothed core, rubbing you through the thin fabric before pulling the panties down. The pads of his fingers collected your wetness before he brought them up to his lips, sucking your juices off of them, “tastes so good, babe.”

You grinded your hips up against his, your core aching for friction. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. He lined himself up with you, pushing into you slowly and reveling in your muffled moans. Your lips moved in sync with his as he slowly pumped in and out of you, letting you gradually adjust to his size.

Once the slight pain had subdued, pleasure took over, spreading throughout your body. Your nails scraped along his back, silently urging him to pick up the pace. He obliged easily, his hips speeding up to thrust into yours. His lips left your own and traveled to your neck, pressing soft kisses all over the sensitive skin.

You moaned out as his pelvis met your clit, the friction making the pleasurable feelings even more intense. His hot breath hit your neck, “sound so pretty, doll.”

The darkness in his voice only drove you crazier, your hips bucking up to meet his. He continued showering you in small praises as your hips met in harmony. It didn’t take long for him to push you to the edge. You whined, “mm, so close.”

He hummed against your skin as his thrusts got harder, “yeah? You can cum, baby. I’ve got you.”

The combination of his words and his movements pushed you over the edge, ecstasy washing over you almost instantaneously. The feeling of your walls clenching around him pushed him into bliss alongside you, your orgasms coming simultaneously.

As he spilled into you, he continued to press kisses against your neck, slowly moving up to your lips lazily. Once you had both come down, he rolled off of you, landing beside you on the bed. He pulled you into his side, warmth radiating from his body.

He mumbled, “we just had married sex for the first time.”

You smiled up at him, kissing his chest, “yep.”

He chuckled, “I wonder how many people have had sex in this bed before us?”

You scrunched your nose in disgust, “Pete!” leading to an outbreak of laughter from the man.

#Pete Davidson #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson fluff #pete davidson smut #pete davidson x reader

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i love ur writing!! its so nice to log onto tumblr and see you've posted. keep doing what you do bestie!!

from 🪨 :D

Ive been taking a break but am hopefully getting back into a place to start writing again. Thank you for your support 🪨❤️

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I have been very ✨depressed✨ lately so logging back on to see these make me feel better 🥰

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Is that Omer Fedi with them?!? I love that man

Also this performance is killer

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Pete I love you but I need you to shave that thing right now

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Brother’s Best Friend

Colson wants to tell your brother Pete about your relationship before taking it any further.

Requested: yes (but I don’t feel like finding it)

Colson X Reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex (but no smut)

Word Count: 972

Tonight was going to be the night. After 3 weeks and 5 different dates, not to mention countless nights spent on facetime or with him on your couch, you were going to fuck Colson Baker.

You had just gotten into your apartment from your dinner date, Colson trailing you, hand in yours. He was talking about a new song he was writing, the passionate sparkle he always had present in his eye. As much as you loved hearing him talk about his music, you were horny. So, like any normal person, you shut him up with a kiss.

He kissed you back naturally, letting his arms fall around your waist as you led him through the doorway and pushed the door closed behind you. Your hand landed gently on the base of his neck, pulling him closer to you and deepening the kiss.

Leading him back to your room, you pushed him to sit on your bed, lips still attached to his. You crawled up to kneel over him, one knee on each side of his hips. Your hands moved down to the hem of his shirt, tugging gently.

His hands gently touched your own, stopping your movements. You whined as he moved his lips from yours slowly, eyes fluttering open, “what?”

He chuckled lightly at your poutiness, “you’re cute, you know that?”

You grinned, “if I’m so cute then take your shirt off.”

Colson groaned, “babe, I’m not saying I don’t want this, I do. But-“

You narrowed your eyes, “but what?”

“But I don’t want to take this any further until we tell your brother.”

His words made you frown as you crawled off him, landing on the bed next to him, “I get wanting to tell Pete, but what difference does it make if we’ve slept together or not?”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you, and pulling you closer to him, “because, it’s going to be the best sex of your life. And if Pete somehow freaks out on us-”

“Which he probably will,” you added.

Colson sighed, “if he freaks out on us, you’ll be depressed that you can’t have any more good sex.”

You rolled your eyes, “you’re too cocky for your own good, you know that?”

“So I’ve heard.”

You giggled lightly, “how do you know it won’t be the best sex of your life?”

He pressed a kiss below your ear, whispering, “oh, I’m sure it will be.”

Groaning, you pushed him away playfully, “you’re the worst, you know that?”

He laughed brightly, the sound music to your ears, “maybe, but not in bed.”

 The next day you were sat on your couch, Colson’s arm slung over your shoulder as the TV played, neither of you paying much attention to it.

He kissed your cheek gently, “relax, I’m sure he’ll be fine with it.”

You pouted, “I did tell you about our no-dating-friends policy, didn’t I?”

Colson kissed your cheek again, closer to your lips, “and I told you about my I-get-what-I-want policy, right?”

A giggle escaped your lips, turning to press a quick peck to Colson’s. Before he could deepen the kiss, a light knock on the front door pulled you apart. Without waiting for an answer, Pete swung the door open, “your favorite person in the world has arrived.”

You turned to your brother, “hey Petey.”

He raised an eyebrow, “why are you here?” His question was directed to the man beside you, his voice holding little suspicion or malice, thankfully.

You smiled awkwardly as Pete plopped on the couch opposite you and Colson, “we need to talk to you, Pete.”

His eyes hardened, “oh fuck off.”

Sighing, you started, “Pete, just-“

“So, you two are…” he paused, his hands stretching out and pushing towards each other, “what?”.

Colson answered for you, “we’ve been on a couple dates.”

Pete’s eyes narrowed, shifting between you and Colson. He was quiet for a little while, analyzing the situation in front of him. You knew he’d been suspicious already, so it wasn’t a surprise that he picked up on your situation immediately. You were thankful he hadn’t gotten angry or upset with you.

Finally, he sighed, “have you two fucked?”

Your eyes widened, “Pete!”

“No.” Colson answered shortly, “Not yet.”

Pete was quiet again, the wheels visibly turning in his head. Eventually, he shrugged, “whatever. You’re adults. Just don’t be weird in front of me.”

The tension in your shoulders rolled away, allowing you to sink into the couch, “yeah, whatever dude.”

He continued, “and if I ever walk in on the two of you fu-“

“Got it,” you cut him off, making Colson chuckle.

It was silent for a few moments, no one knowing what to say. Suddenly, Pete cleared his throat, “so are we gonna watch Mortal Combat or what?”

 Halfway through the movie, Pete went to the bathroom, telling you to keep the movie playing. As soon as he left the room, Colson turned to you, a frown on his face, “what are you doing?”

You raised an eyebrow, “what do you mean?”

He gave you an unamused expression, “you aren’t letting me touch you. I had to practically drag you across the couch just to get you to sit anywhere close to me.”

Looking away guiltily, you sighed, “I just don’t want Pete to feel weird or anything.”

Colson scoffed playfully, “because having my arm around your shoulder is the most sexual fucking thing.”

You pushed him lightly with a small smile on your face, “I just- shut up. You’re annoying.”

He chuckled, pulling you into his side, “Pete is never going to get used to us being together if you don’t act like we’re together.”

You relaxed into him as Pete walked back into the room. He paused before sitting down, an eyebrow perked in curiosity, but didn’t say anything.

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#mgk #mgk imagine #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #colson imagine #pete davidson

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sorry I’ve been so inactive the last few days but things have been hectic. Hopefully this shit calms down and I can actually write stuff regularly (I say this so often and it never happens I stg)

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That/This is day one of the the I FUCKING LOVE YOU just so you know.

I will literally cry omfg 

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This made me so happy omfg

You’re literally the sweetest I fucking love you more <3

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hi hi! i was just wondering do you know of any good rook x reader fics? because im pretty sure i have read all of yours a hundred billion times!

@jpcappelletty-mgk has a couple and @storiesforallfandoms has a good amount. I’m sure there’s more out there so if anyone who writes for Rook or knows of any more accounts feel free to tag yourself here! 

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Hey I’ve read all your mgk fics multiple times and loveee them but I was wondering if you have any other mgk recommendations?

Honestly everyone I’ve seen writing for MGK is good. The accounts I can think of at the moment with a decent amount of stuff out (although there are many small accounts that are just starting to write like @ticketstomydaydreams and @rooksdrumstick off the top of my head)

@pettyvxbes has some cute series coming out atm 

@storiesforallfandoms has a lot of fics and they’re all amazing 

@laketaj24 has some amazing POC! Reader fics (and just amazing fics in general)

@harringtonstudios has some great stuff (Vegas Run is amazing)

@machine-gun-casie

@machinegunbun

@triplexdoublex

These are just some of the ones I found scrolling through my likes. I know there are more but I can’t think of any atm, I’ll update this with more as they come to me

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put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.

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Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

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SO PROUD!!! love it <3

HOME

(All We Have: Part One)

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson are close friends and he invites you to move in to his house while you work on his record together

Word count: 1,580

Feels: Friendship Fluff for now

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, cursing, mentions of feeling depressed

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - Home

Sia - Dressed in Black 

The Beatles - With a Little Help from My Friends

A/N: At the end!

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It had been a long evening working in Colson’s home studio, The Boulevard, with him and the gang on the upcoming Tickets to my Downfall album. To say your schedule was busy was an understatement, but Colson had insisted you get involved with the new material after the success of your work together on Hotel Diablo.

Composing music was your main gig, you had an ear for melody and your passion for writing meant you always had lyrics swirling around your head. You had a penchant for dark and melancholy lyrics, finding music to be a source of therapy for you. It was something you and Colson had instantly bonded over. He'd bugged you to list some of the stuff you'd written that he'd know and you had gained his professional respect immediately.

He always kept a close eye on your work, ever the supportive friend and had laid claim to your piece ‘Glass House’ as soon as he'd heard it.

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<i>2019

You were sitting crossed legged on the sofa in your lounge, gently strumming your guitar and gazing off into space and mumbling to yourself, as you worked out some lyrics in your head. Colson was lying on the floor by your feet, scrolling through his phone with earphones in, a blunt in his hand that he occasionally passed up to you. This was a common set up, you found it easier to write in the peace and quiet and Colson has gradually started hanging out at your place more when he needed to focus on his own writing.

"All alone in the glass house, lie awake til the sun's out, pink sky when you come down…"

"Throw me in the damn flames, Bury me in gold chains, throw me in the damn flames…"

You'd started singing out loud, occasionally stopping to scribble down lyrics and make adjustments, not noticing that Colson had removed his earbuds to listen you

" Dude, that's hard, like, beautiful… " His comment made you jump slightly, you hadn't seen him propping himself up on his elbows, watching you intently "Sing that last bit again"

You blushed slightly, his opinion was always important to you, and started singing. He muttered to himself as you did, then pointed at you "Again!"

Letting out a little laugh and rolling your eyes, you sang again

"Throw me in the damn flames, bury me in gold chains, throw me in the damn flames"

Colson's voice met yours at the end of the line, rapping softly "I'm waiting on the rain to come and wash it all away"

You locked eyes, smiling and he sat upright. "Dude, Im'a need that hook! That spoken to me right there, I've think got something for it that I've been stuck on"

He looked so excited, your heart did a little flip. You'd seen that writing this album had taken it out of him, he'd been digging deep and really going through it emotionally. You could tell it was going to be raw and special from what you'd heard already.

He sat forward and moved the guitar from your lap so he could lean his arms on your knees and looked up at you shooting you puppy dog eyes with those baby blues "Pretty please Y/N"

You laughed and ruffled his hair, "Anything for you Col" Honestly, it'd be an honour to be part of such a personal project

He wrapped his arms round you and squeezed,

"You're a legend, kid. Get a sample recorded and send it to me!" He grabbed your guitar off the sofa and whipped back around, strumming a few chords as he carried on talking with his back to you, leaning against the sofa "This is gonna be fire, you always just hit the nail on the head, I swear it's like you're in my head sometimes"

You smiled, seeing the wave of motivation that had struck your friend. You felt so lucky to have a friend who was not only so inspiring, but one who 'got it', who understood that music was a form of release. Someone who recognised that it was important to feel these things, rather than encourage you to push dark thoughts away with toxic positivity.

He’d pushed to use your original samples on his record, but as much as you loved writing and singing, you were a behind the scenes kind of gal which had always suited you just fine. Naomi, a mutual friend of you both, came onboard to record them with him. A decision that turned out to be golden… 'Death in my Pocket' would be born not long after, with Naomi doing your lyrics such beautiful justice yet again, perfectly pairing with Colson's emotional rapping.</i>

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From then on Colson had kept you close to his recording. You'd been helping here and there with composition and notation, but your production skills were what was taking centre stage during the most recent sessions. You had a long list of projects you were working through, leaving you chained to your equipment most days and nights anyway so throwing more music into your workload didn't seem like much of a big deal. In all honesty, the chaos of Colson’s studio and the revolving door of personalities that were in and out constantly, made it one of the most fun places to be. You loved what you did for a living and it never really felt like work Even though the guys were a real handful at times, you kind of enjoyed being the studio 'Mami' as they often affectionately referred to you

Everything had wrapped up for the evening and the guys had migrated back into the house. You could hear from the raucous that the drinks must have started flowing freely. You were saving your work and packing up your stuff when Colson bursts back into the studio and throws himself in a chair, spinning it around with his arms in the air.

"You staying for drinks Y/N?" he grins at you, clearly hyper and in party mode

You let out a big sigh "Urgh, I'd love to but I have an early start tomorrow. I finally managed to get an apartment viewing. I swear I've looked at a hundred places now, they get snapped up so quickly.. I've only got a few weeks left on my lease as well"

“Ah, that sucks kid” Colson empathises, spinning his chair again before an idea strikes him “Wait! Why don’t you move in here for a bit until you find a place? The guest room is pretty much your room anyway, the amount you crash here”

You laugh “This is true, that mattress is so much better than mine! Aw Col, that would honestly be so helpful, the stress of finding a place when I’m this busy is killing me. I don't know… You sure the guys won’t mind?”

Colson scoffs “Why would they mind? You practically live here anyway” he teases “I’m sure they’ll be just as stoked as I am at the thought of you joining the madhouse for a while”

Before you have a chance to respond, he stands up and throws his arms around you, squashing you into him tightly “That’s it decided Roomie. Another song in the bag and a new housemate, plenty to celebrate tonight!”

Wriggling out of his tight grasp, you laugh and in a deep voice shout “let’s goooooo” mocking his signature catchphrase. He flips you his middle finger and says “Kitchen, now”

Once you’re in the kitchen, Colson heads to get you a drink and grabs one himself. Appearing back at your side, he passes you your beer and then shouts out to the rest of the group,

“YO, meet our latest housemate, Y/N is moving in. LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO”

Everyone in the kitchen lets out a big cheer, clearly pleased as he said they would be. Colson bends down and picks you up, swinging you around in a circle, spilling your drinks all over the both of you as you shout his name in mock annoyance, between giggles.

“I hope you know what you’re letting yourself in for” Rook laughs, clinking his drink against your now empty beer bottle once your feet are back on the floor

“It’ll be good to have another pair of hands around here, looking after you lot” Ashleigh chimes in, laughing and slapping Slim away as he pulls her hood up over her head, covering her eyes

It had been 5 years since you'd made the decision to move to LA, barely knowing a soul. You'd worked several jobs, jumped from place to place, worked your ass off to catch your break in the music business, sometimes feeling like the grind would never get you anywhere.

There had been times where you felt like you couldn't carry on, aching from trying to keep pace. The dream had felt like it was turning into a nightmare, as you tried to make ends meet, feeling so lonely in this enormous city.. but eventually you'd made these amazing friends who made you feel so safe and loved.

Now, there were times you had to pinch yourself just to make sure it was all real.

As you shake off some of the beer that's dripping from your hands, you look around the kitchen. Taking in the crazy, loveable bunch before you, your new housemates, you are filled with gratitude. You finally felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be…

Home.

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A/N: This is my first ever fan fic... My first time writing any sort of fiction actually... So any feedback, positive or critical, is welcome, let me know if there's anything you particularly liked or could do without. I have a series planned and there will be some changes to the real life time line of things like the pandemic and song releases to fit in with the story, just putting that out there! I'm excited to share with you. Big thanks to @hangovercurse for being so encouraging and my first tumblr matey 💜 I'm going to tag a few of you MGK writers that I love on here, to give them a shout out and because it'd mean the world if you guys would read my first go at this! ❌❌

@laketaj24 @colsonbakes @reddesertcolbs @triplexdoublex @sinofwriting @storiesforallfandoms @harringtonstudios

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