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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 1 year

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Since I was gone so long I thought I might do a little reintroduction 🧠

Hey people I love! 🫀

My name is Colson but you can call me Col or Jinx. I was on here originally as Jinx before my Tumblr disappeared but for about two years I've been back and mostly used Col. I'm great with either 🌹

I'm a trans man, he/they 🏳️‍⚧️

I'm mostly a Yungblud and Machine Gun Kelly fan page, I do fics, updates, and pic edits but I do a little bit of everything with a lot of my life sprinkled in, sometimes including my health problems (I'm open about all of it if you ever have questions) I actually love questions and asks as long as people are nice 🖤

Just thought I'd introduce myself in case any of my mutuals are new. This is somewhat of an 18+ blog, at least leaning that way but all I mean by that is sometimes subjects are a little mature. Thank you for stopping by and I hope you enjoy! Stay a while if you want just please be respectful. I don't tolerate any racism or hate against the LGBTQIA+ or mental or physical health hate. I'm sure I'm missing something but you get the idea I'm sure. I love you all and I'm here if you need me!

-Col the Jinx 💕

🖤 Masterlist 🖤

Yes Daddy Verse/Saga of Smut

Dom x Colson

Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly

I Think I'm Okay (prequel)

5 Times Col Came in His Pants and 1 Time He Finally Made Dom Do It

Drown Out The Demons

Romcom Bullshit

Much Better Workout

Sex and Candy

Claimed in Ink and Cum

Sweet as Sin

Yes Daddy

Spoiled Princess

What Daddy Likes

Like I Love You

Reverse Cowgirl Barbie

Sex on a Stick

Baby Boy

Pure No Longer

Sext Edits

Adventures in Toyland

Full on Sex Symbol

They Felt Eternal

Their Natural State

Ride or Die

Sin on Stilettos and a Cotton Candy Soul

Crimson Coated Candy

Piss Drenched Devil

Chocolate Kisses and Golden Showers

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding

Sin in Snow White Taffeta and Latex

Freshly Fucked and Beautifully Filthy Manhandled Marionette of a Bride

Watercolor Wet Dream Come to Life

Drifting Deep in Hopefully Wet Dreamland

Flesh to Flesh

Five Times is a flashback series in the Yes Daddy Verse, it is set between the prequel and the first chapter- Yes Daddy. I placed it all in order 🖤

Adventures in Toyland is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse, I'll still list them all in order and may add to any sections at any time. Let me know if you have ideas! 🖤

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse happening after Adventures in Toyland, they're all listed in order and you guessed it, the boys finally get married! 🖤

-Omegaverse AU-

Gunpowder and Watermelon

Autocorrected Anxiety Attacks and Messy Sexts

Pachyderms and Pointed Teeth

Knocked Up Knockouts and Cheesy Puns

A Little Less Sparkle, A Little More Reality

The Overwhelming Significance of Surprisingly Small Jellybeans

The Folly of Fracturing Sharp China and Soft Hearts

Fear and Lusting in London Flats

The Inevitability of Egos Clashing and Vicious Tongue Lashings

Of Sugar and Spice and Virgin Tight Asses

A Rebel's Yell and a Gangster's Paradise

Candy Hearts and Paper Cut Families

Photogenic Admissions and Confessional Panic Attacks

Little Shop of (W)horrors in a Pastel Hell

The Inescapable Moment of Truth and the Consequences of Open Black Hearts

Milk Chocolate Cherry Kisses and Birthday Wishes

Working Out the Kinks Under Hot Lights and Wanting Stares

The Taming of a Wild Boy

The Dynamics of a Bright Future and How to Reach It

Pride and Phenomenal Passion

Stereotypes and Salt in the Wound

What to Expect from an Expecting Omega

Patched Up Cuts and Mixed Up Blood

Alpha, Omega, a Nuisance, a Rebel

Lost Boy in Toyland

Starry Eyed and Punch Drunk

Mirrored Reflections and Babes from Outer Space

Believing in Love Songs and Tall Tales

Go Down Just Like Holy Mary

Piss Kinks, Morning Drinks, and Brand New Nicknames

Animated Arguments and Matching Love Languages

Screaming and Dreaming for the Future

Son of Rage and Love

Son of a Bitch and Edgar Allan Poe

Couch Confessions and Heavy Petting

Early Spawning and Other Lessons (Family Don't End With Blood)

One Flew Over the Klepto's Nest

Old Magic and Animal Aptitude

Strawberries and Cinnamon Toast

Your Body is a Wonderland

Born With Horns

In the Midst of Mild Madness

What's in a Name?

Spare the Rod Spoil the Alpha

To Cut or Not to Cut

Our Blood Got Mixed Up So I Guess We Belong to Each Other

Feels Like the Very First Time

Headboards and Scratched Tats

Best Alarm Clock

The Beasts Inside Disguised as Beauty

Popsicles and Pink Cheeks

The omegaverse AU is separate from the Yes Daddy Verse. The boys are still themselves but in an ABO world. Alpha Col and Omega Dom

-The Viking and the Fae- (an AU)

Where the Sea and Land Kiss

A Chieftain's Vow

Under the Thrall

The Long Sword's Hilt

Taste Like the Sea

Inga Knows Best

Feast Fit for a King

How the Waves Dance

The Forest Meets the Sea

The Soulmate Stalemate

The Taste of Truth and Tall Tales

The Wave Cresting

The Wave That Drowns

The Red Sea and the Viking Who Conquered It

Seal With a Kiss

A Broken Past and a Sea of Tears

The Siren's Tease and the Secrets Spilled

War and Pieces of Each Other

The Storm that Rocks the Waves

The Hush Between

Viking/Selkie AU. Separate from other fics but still Dom and Colson

#introduction #life update #col rambles #jinx rambles #my fics #masterlist #com #yes daddy verse #yungblud and machine gun kelly #dom and colson #yungblud #machine gun kelly #5 times col came in his pants and the 1 time he made dom do it #adventures in toyland #its a nice day for a white wedding

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strong-with-the-sarcasm · 9 months

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Part 2 - let the world know

“I wish I could let the world know that it’s okay to let the pain show and even though times seem bad, it always rains before the rainbow.” -A Little More by Machine Gun Kelly

Dp x DC: Regent!Jazz AU Vigilante!Jazz AU

Prompt Masterlist

In traditional Fenton luck, shit goes sideways when Jazz wasn’t looking.

The Joker breaks out of Arkham.

Now, Jazz is fully aware of the Clown’s evil-ness and Danny’s trauma with all things Circus thanks to Freakshow has her hackles raised when the spirits of Gotham start screeching in her ear mid-patrol that “Joker is free!”

Like hell the guy would stay that way.

Lady Gotham is anxiously watching the Regent stomp towards Arkham, where the Mad Clown had yet to fully leave the premises into Gotham proper.

Would Jazz kill the Clown?

Many of the Unquiet Dead of Gotham are the staunchest supporters of kill, kill, kill on a good day, but with the Clown?

They seethed, they writhed, they thirsted for their vengeance and with every life taken by the Joker, the number grew.

Jazz hated the thought of death, ironically.

It’s one thing to rule the Dead and Never-born, but to add to the Realms' population by her own hand?

(It wouldn't be the first time.)

Well, Jasmine Nightingale would have to check her morals at the door, because when Lady Gotham begins to hesitantly (then vivaciously) root for you to “please end him, dear” one has to reconsider a few things about themselves.

For instance, how would she avoid becoming the next Joker? It was a hushed confession of the Lady that made Jazz hesitate at the border between Gotham and Arkham-

A dead man's switch would trigger a Joker Venom bomb, infecting those nearby.

Would the gas affect a Liminal?

True, Jazz was very much a living being (she often woke up in a cold sweat with a hand at her neck, heart beating against her fingers), but she was Death-claimed.

Was this how Danny felt as a Halfa? Weighing the living half vs the dead to see which would win out in a fight?

Not for the first time, Jazz found herself thankful that she was only Liminal.

Heart in her throat, Jazz considered her options.

It would be easy to just run him through with her ecto-sword, a gift from her once-mentor Pandora, but she would likely have to fight her way through bats and birds to both get to and away from the Clown.

Jazz could also just ask for aid from Lady Gotham and/or the Unquiet Dead to enshroud her from vigilant eyes as she absconds with Joker to Crime Alley.

(Jazz was sure Red Hood wouldn’t mind if she dropped a dead clown at his feet. He seemed the type to appreciate a job well done.)

(If her heart raced slightly in response to that thought, no it didn’t.)

Despite all her reservations about murder, killing the clown felt like an honor for the Regent.

(Blood had long since been on her hands.)

The morning would bring chaos as the people learned of the Joker's fate, Batman's failure to return him to Arkham, and how someone finally had enough of the black furry's inaction to stop the clown.

Sometimes, inaction is just as bad as action.

(A Fenton who learned that well.)

Jazz, in full Regent armor, mounted the Joker's head at the mouth of her alleyway, the same one that she used as a checkpoint between her apartment and the Park Row graveyard. A grotesque trophy that would be used as a symbol of the Regent's authority to avenge, of her willingness to cross the line of morality.

The Unquiet Dead who owed their demise to the Joker could now pass on and Jazz could call it a night.

That was, until whatever tomorrow brought around to spite the younger Fentons.

Typical.

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[This was more of a short fic rather than the prompt I first started with, but it just came to me. I want to explore some things with events leading up to Danny and Jazz in Gotham, but I'm not sure. I need help to describe Jazz's armor because I have a general idea, but I'm not sure about the details. Ideas?]

[Hopefully I'll be able to put more Regent!Jazz than Vigilante!Jazz, but I also really like Jazz as one. Bet you can't guess the name I use for her as a vigilante!]

#dp x dc #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc au #dpxdc #jazz fenton #Regent!Jazz #Liminal!Jazz #Jazz kills Joker #Sprinkle of Anger Management in there somewhere.#Vigilante!Jazz

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 months

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can’t keep doing this ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1668

request?: yes!

“Hi! I love your writing and you just seem like such a sweet, genuine person. ☺️ Can I request Colson x reader and they’ve broken up but they keep meeting up and hooking up with some smut and maybe some fluff at the end?”

description: in which they broke up a while ago but kept hooking up afterwards, and now she’s ready to end things for good

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, two paragraphs of smut, angst, fluff ending

masterlist (one, two, three)

You and Colson had broken up almost a year ago. It wasn’t a bad breakup. You both had different ideas of what you wanted from your futures and realized it was best if you ended your relationship and perused the futures you wanted.

The thing is, you broke up, but you were still hooking up.

It started as a drunken mistake. You were both out at the same club and ran into each other after a couple of drinks. Next thing you knew, he had you against the wall outside of the club with one hand up your shirt while yours was cupping the front of his pants. The next morning, you were surprised to find yourself waking up in his bed. You both agreed it was the last time it would happen.

And you were both horribly wrong.

It became a regular thing for one of you to text the other looking for a quick fuck, but that’s all it would be. There was no staying the night, no cuddling, nothing romantic. You had to constantly remind one another that you weren’t getting back together before, during, and after.

You had no issue with it at first. You viewed it as just a way to get over the breakup without hooking up with randos you met at clubs. You didn’t expect it to last as long as it did. But once the months came and went, and you realized that this was starting to become less of a hook up thing for you, you realized it had to come to an end. It would be better for the both of you to finally move on.

That was the plan when you texted Colson, asking him if you could come over. You were just going to put an end to everything. Tell him you had to stop and finally go your separate ways.

But then he opened the door, just in a pair of grey sweatpants and looking at you as if he were a dehydrated man and you were the first water he had seen in a long time. And you were such a sucker for both of those things.

That’s how you found yourself face first into Colson’s bedsheets; face down, ass up, with Colson’s dick abusing your g-spot with every rough thrust. Your moans were muffled by the sheets between your teeth. His fingers were digging into your hips, guiding you back to meet his thrusts. You yelped at the sudden sting of the palm of his hand meeting your ass cheek. You could already picture the perfect handprint you’d see there later.

You cried out as Colson’s fingers met your clit, rubbing quick circles in the bundles of nerves. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, telling you he was trying to coax one last orgasm from you before he reached his own. It didn’t take him long to get it. It came rushing from you before you could realize, a scream ripping from your throat as your whole body went warm and your walls contracted around him. His dick twitched inside you before he reached his own high, spilling inside of you.

Your body, sore and used, slowly fell to the bed. Colson slipped from you as you fell, hissing at the over sensitivity. You took a while to regain yourself. As you did, Colson got up from the bed and returned with cloths to clean the two of you up. You rolled onto your back and took the cloth from him. You wiped yourself and sat up. You discarded the cloth onto the floor with Colson’s other dirty laundry and started reaching for your clothes.

“What are you doing?” Colson asked.

“Leaving?” you responded, confused by his question.

“You don’t have to,” he said.

“That’s usually how this works, Colson.”

“Well, yeah, but that’s not how it always has to be. We can change, you know. You could...hang out for a while or something, I don’t know.”

“We can’t keep doing this,” you cut him off. “This is the last time. That’s why I asked to come see you.”

You could’ve swore you saw a look of hurt in his eyes, but you were sure you had imagined it.

“Why?” he asked. “We have a good thing going on.”

“Had,” you corrected. “We had a good thing, Colson, but then we broke up. We said we were going our separate ways because we wanted different things. That’s how it should’ve ended. These last few months never should’ve happened.”

“Then why are you saying this now? Why didn’t you say anything months ago when we started fucking?”

“Because I’m seeing someone now!”

That rendered Colson speechless. He just looked at you as you continued to put on your clothes. You couldn’t meet his eye now.

“That’s why I came over,” you continued. “One last go, then we’re done. We have to move on, Colson. I told you, I want to settle down, to find someone who wants marriage and kids. You don’t want that. So, that’s it. We move on. We stop playing with each other’s emotions like this.”

You grabbed your purse that had been discarded to the floor the minute you stepped in the room. You started for the door, but paused. You looked back at Colson one last time. He was still looking ahead, face blank.

“Who is it?” he asked.

“Some guy from a dating app,” you responded.

“And that’s what you want? Some guy from a dating app?”

Instead of answering, you said, “Goodbye Colson”, and finally walked out of his life, for good this time.

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That night, you were watching TV at home with delivery pizza and a bottle of wine. For the most part, you had managed to forget everything with Colson. You had blocked his number and all his social media when you got home, which was the last bits to fully remove him from your life. Then you cracked open a bottle of wine, ordered some pizza, and turned on mind numbing reality TV to cleanse your brain.

You were two glasses deep when someone rang your doorbell. You weren’t expecting anyone, and the pizza had already come. A series of knocks shortly after the doorbell rang spurred you to get up and see who was at your door.

To your surprise, you swung the door open and there was Colson.

Before you could ask him what he was doing, he brushed past you to walk into your house.

“I didn’t invite you in,” you pointed out.

“I don’t accept what you said today,” he said, ignoring your comment. “I don’t want to end things between us.”

“Colson,” you tried again.

“I don’t just mean the sex stuff,” he continued. “Listen, I was a goddamn idiot to let you get away. I didn’t think I was ready to settle down. My job, it made settling down seem impossible. I travel all the time, I’m rarely ever home. That’s not the ideal married life, and I know that.”

“Colson - ”

“But I realized that I can’t imagine my life without you. After that first hookup, I did mean it when I said it wouldn’t happen again. I was ready to let it all go, to let you go. But then I was home alone and I realized how empty my house feels without you. And I started thinking about how I can’t see my future without you being in it. I’m an idiot for not bringing it up, but I thought the hooking up was the only thing that would keep you around, and I was willing to do it until you wanted to stop. I know I’m too late and you have someone else, but I can’t - ”

“Jesus Christ, Colson, there isn’t anyone else!”

That was enough to finally shut him up. He stopped pacing, which he had started doing the second he had opened his mouth, and turned to face you. You crossed your arms, waiting for him to say something.

“What?” he finally asked.

You sighed. “I only said that so that you’d let me go. But I haven’t been seeing anyone. I’m not even on any dating apps. I just needed to end everything between us because I was gaining feelings again and I couldn't bare to continue our arrangement of meaningless hookups when I was still so in love with you.”

There was a moment of silence, and then a smile spread across Colson’s face. You couldn’t help but smile back, and then the two of you were laughing. The whole situation was so absurd. If one of you had just communicated what you wanted instead of just continuing to hook up, then you could’ve been back together long ago. But you know what they say about hindsight.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” Colson said.

“Then do it.”

In two long strides, he closed the distance between you two and cupped your face in his hand. He pulled you to him and kissed you as if it was the first time he had ever done so. You leaned into him, holding on to his shirt for dear life. You weren’t sure you’d ever let him go honestly. You just wanted to stay there, holding each other, kissing each other.

“If I had a ring, I’d propose to you right now,” he murmured against your lips.

“If you did, I’d say yes,” you whispered back.

“I’ll take that as a pre-engagement agreement,” he said. “But I promise, I will get you a ring. I’ll do something so special to propose. I’ll give you dozens of babies if that’s what you want.”

“Oh God, that’s the last thing I want,” you laughed. “Give me one baby at least, and then we’ll go from there.”

“Maybe we could start practicing on that now.”

You leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Then take me to the bed.”

You shrieked as Colson lifted you in his arms and gleefully raced towards your bedroom.

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly x reader #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly smut #colson baker #colson baker x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker smut #imagine #one shot #smut #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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astrosky33 · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

[𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃] 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭

》 𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟓𝐭𝐡/𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Uranus represents freakiness, the 5th house represents sexual pleasures, and the 8th house represents sex, intimacy, and orgasms. Often these people may have a pōrn addiction as well since Uranus rules over pōrn

Celeb Example: Machine Gun Kelly

》 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

This placement is similar to Uranus in the 5th/8th house. Mars represents our sex drive, sexual preferences, and lust while the 11th house represents freakiness (just like Uranus). These people may also get turned on when filming a sex tape since the 11th house represents film as well

Celeb Example: Chris Brown

》 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬

I seriously have not met a single aries mars that’s not a sexual person. They may not be upfront about it every time but most of them I know are. Astrologically these people love sex since this placement is in domicile

Celeb Example: Jack Harlow

》 𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟓𝐭𝐡/𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Jupiter represents abundance, the 5th house represents sexual pleasures, and the 8th house represents sex, orgasms, and intimacy

Celeb Example: Miley Cyrus

》 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟓°/𝟏𝟒°/𝟐𝟑°

I see this in so many whores charts. Mars represents lust/sex drive and 5 in numerology is the number of high sexual energy

Celeb Example: Drake (sidereal)

》 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Pluto represents sex/orgasms/seduction and the 12th house represents bed pleasures

Celeb Example: Madonna

MORE SEXSTROLOGY

MY MASTERLIST

#astro community #astrology #zodiac #astro placements #astrology tumblr #astro chart #birth chart #sexstrology #mars #mars astrology

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whowantslovergirl · 3 months

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Why are you here?

Nate Jacobs x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: a lil bit of smut, suggestive lyrics ig, there is so much song fics i deeply apologize, cursing, this is before Maddy but they’re in junior year already, so like beginning of junior year, Y/N HAVING THE MOST SELF RESPECT, Nate Jacobs, mgk song 🤠,italics are flashbacks,^ this means start the song 💋 hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

euphoria masterlist

Summary: Nate and Y/N are so bad for each other

posted: February 12,2024

Nate and Y/N broke up two months ago and Nate still thinks they’re together. She can never move on. He definitely cannot move on. They are terrible for each other and they know that but they still find each other. ^

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

You were at some random party. Maddy forced you to come. You were having fun until you saw him, your ex, on some other girl grinding on her. You can’t be mad. You had a date but still why is he with another girl.

_____

It was 12:05 you guys were both in the bathroom.

Fucking.

You can’t believe you did this.

“I can’t believe I did this! Get out of me Nate!” He finished and you were freaking out. You put your hands on your face freaking out. The main reason you were mad is because this is not the first time this happened.

“Calm down Y/N it’s not that serious.”

“To you! I promised myself that this bathroom thing will not happen again!” You rushed out of the bathroom leaving him.

I'm not myself

I'm not myself when you're around, no

Can't be helped

We are insane, that's just the way it goes

Nate and Y/N are back together for the tenth? time and it’s good for now.

Until you saw him with Maddy.

_____

“Maddy, Nate? Are you serious?”

“It’s not that serious Y/N.”

“You always say that! But if it was my ex you would be throwing a bitch fit!”

and he did.

**Flashback**

“Why the fuck were you talking to him!” Nate was screaming because you talking to your ex.

He accidentally bumped into you and said sorry and you said it’s fine.

That was the whole conversation.

“I’m sorry is two words talking now?! All I said was it’s fine!”

“Bullshit!”

You rolled your eyes. “Unbelievable Un fucking believable!”

**End of Flashback**

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told me keep on all the lights

I'ma show you what you like

Two months later. Everyone is at a party.

And Nate is trying to get back together again.

“Come on you know we’re perfect for each other!”

“No we’re really not Nate. Please leave me alone. I have pepper spray and a pocket knife in my bag.” Then you walked away trying to leave.

Help you put back on your clothes

Make sure nothing's on your nose

Ain't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

“We’re really not right?” Nate said smirking. The bathroom shit happened again.

“Shut the fuck up Nate.” You said rolling your eyes. He can see you struggling with your dress and helps you.

“Oh I bet you’re gonna brag about this huh? ‘Oh yea I fucked her again!’ right?”

“I actually never told anyone about this.” You just roll your eyes and left. That is such bullshit.

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

“Fuck!” You said finishing. He groaned and slipped out of you. “We really need to stop this nonsense Nate.”

“Why Y/n? Nothing is going wrong.”

“To you Nate! I promised myself I wouldn’t do this shit with you again!” He tried to speak but you just left. He smirked and left slightly after.

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

“We can never be friends. We are way past that point.” You said while in Nate’s room. He asked if you guys can talk and you said yes.

“Yea friends don’t do what we do.” He said laughing.

“This isn’t funny Nate! We’re done. I’m done.” You said trying to walk out but he grabbed your arm. “If you’re done why was I inside you last night?”

“Ugh you’re an asshole!”

“I know. So I’ll see you in the bathroom Y/n.” You didn’t say anything and left like always.

I couldn't cry

I need to smoke, I'm feeling sick inside

From seeing you next to a friend of mine

We didn't speak but I read your mind

Both telling lies, our alibis didn't work this time

It’s been six months since you guys last fucked in the bathroom. And you’ve been taking care of yourself not worrying about Nate. You’re with McKay just talking, not anything special just catching up as two friends.

Nate saw this and just walked out, mad that you’re not talking to him or laughing with him. He’s so fucking angry.

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told her keep on all the lights

You can show me what you like

“Hey angel.” You jumped because you didn’t know he was in there, in your room. “Nate get out.”

“You know you don’t want me to do that. I just wanna see you.”

“Well I don’t want to see you so get out.” He starts getting closer and the back of your knees hit the bed causing you to fall on the bed. He slowly comes on top of you and starts kissing, biting, and licking your neck.

“Nate stop.” You said pushing him away.

“You don’t really want me to stop do you?” You just stay silent and he takes off your shirt then his own.

“Ima show you what you like baby.”

Help me put back on my clothes

Make sure nothing's on my nose

Can't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

Nate and Y/n are now dating (again) but secretly this time. You didn’t want the backlash from your friends and Nate was going with it because you told him too. He couldn’t give less of a fuck.

You guys are about to go to a party but got occupied with each other. Before you were about to go. “Wait Nate, you have stuff on your nose.” You said as you wipe the ‘stuff’ off his nose.

“Thanks baby.”

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

Nate and Y/n broke up again. They were at a party, saw the other with someone else, 12:05 hit the clock and they were back in the bathroom.

“We really need to stop Nate!”

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

You were calling Nate seeing if he’s busy and he picked up immediately.

“Hey angel.” You roll your eyes. “Hi Nate.”

“Why are you calling me?” You can hear the tiredness in his voice but you ignore it.

“I was saying that it’s over like forever. And I’m probably gonna go back but I just want some type of closure.”

“Ok…” He sat up in his bed and was about to say something but you beat him too it. “So bye Nate.”

Yeah, I know that I said I was at home

Okay, yeah, you caught me

I thought that you said you were all alone

Look at you lying

You’re at another party and you saw Nate. He said he was home. You walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder and he turned around looking like he seen a ghost. “I thought you were home Nate. I want to talk to you.”

“Don’t pin this on me Y/n. You said you were all alone. Look at you lying.”

“Shut the fuck up. Now come on I want to fuck you one last time before I actually end this.” His mouth opened a little bit but he smirked.

“Lead the way angel.”

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

After you guys were done. You sat on the sink and he sat across from you on the bathtub.

“Were you serious about you ending things for good?” He said breaking the silence. You just nodded and his head went in his hands.

“I really hate the way you make me feel Nate. We gotta end this for good. The only reason it didn’t happen sooner was because you didn’t want to end. You gotta let go Nate.”

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends

After you told Nate that it was over, he went completely MIA, missing classes, not going to practice. He can’t even fathom that this is happening. He thought you guys were forever.

That Y/n and Nate were forever.

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

An: HSIEJDIDJ ok but if you didn’t get the time placement THIS IS BEGINNING JUNIOR YEAR meaning that it just started so basically Y/n was Nate’s villain origin story 😔 BUT HOPED YOU ENJOYED MY LOVERS 🤍🤍

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5 Seconds of Summer

Machine Gun Kelly

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On The Roof

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Therapist!Reader

Requested: yes, by @uujokjo

Summary: As Y/N finds herself in a nerve-wrecking situation, Jay gets a call that sends him running straight for you.

Word Count: 1,196

Warnings: canon-typical mentions of guns, GSWs, allusions to mental illness

A/N: I changed some parts of the request, but I hope you'll like this! Using the gif that was included in the request!

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

“Richard, listen to me.” You kept your voice even and calm, even as your eyes flicked to the gun in his hand, as he stood on the ledge, waving it around and ranting.

You’d been in your office settling in your first patient for the day when he’d barged in, demanding to see you. You’d tried to calm him down there and then, explaining you were in the middle of a session but that you could see him after you were done here and you’d push back your other appointments for the day.

There was a look in his eyes that told you it was useless, even before he’d reached into his bag and pulled out a gun. He’d shouted about how he’s in charge now and you’d glanced at your current patient to reassure her that everything was going to be alright.

In order to protect your other patient and anyone else who might walk through that door, you’d followed him out and he’d led you straight up to the roof, where you would be ‘uninterrupted’.

That’s how you’d found yourself on the roof with him, facing him as the gun trembled a little in his hand.

“Richard. Whatever it is, we can work this out, alright?” You said again, acutely aware of the sound of sirens that filled the streets down below.

Richard glanced behind him for just a second, checking out what was happening down on the street, his gun still pointed at you.

You exhaled, putting up a hand now. “Richard, look at me.”

He turned his head back to lock his eyes with yours.

“No one wants you to get hurt, alright?” You spoke. “Will you put down the gun and come down? We can talk, alright? Just tell me what’s going on.”

You knew he’d probably stopped taking his medication, which had led to… this.

Just as he lowered his gun slowly, a sound behind you alerted both of you to the fact that you guys were no longer alone.

Damn it.

You knew it was procedure, that they’d come up immediately to try to talk him down and to make sure he wasn’t hurt, but you were hoping for just a little more time.

Kelly froze as he joined you on the roof, his eyes flicking to the gun in Richard’s hand immediately.

Kelly held his hand up and Richard looked from Kelly to you, a strange look passing over his face before he raised the gun up again, pointing it straight at you.

Jay jogged up the stairs to the bullpen, putting down the coffee cup in his hand, and pressing the start up button on his computer.

Just as the whir of the machine reached his ears, Jay’s phone rang, Antonio’s name flashing across his phone screen.

Jay glanced over at Antonio’s desk before he answered.

“Antonio?”

Antonio’s voice came from the other side of the line. “I responded while I was on the way in, but I think you better get over here.”

Jay frowned. “Why are you calling me?”

“Jay. It’s Y/N. She’s on the roof with him. We think he’s her patient.”

Jay felt his blood run cold. “What?”

Before Antonio could answer, the faint sound of a gunshot that sent his heart falling to his feet. “Antonio, tell me that was not…”

“Get the team over here.” Antonio answered, before the line went dead.

Jay pulled up a little way away from the scene, the trucks and ambulance surrounding the building not helping to alleviate the crippling fear that gripped him as he ran closer.

It felt a little weird being here, like his head wasn’t really in the game and he had no idea what he was supposed to be doing.

His eye caught Antonio putting someone into a police car, just as he heard Kelly’s familiar voice. “Jay! Come on, over here.”

With no trace of hesitation, Jay followed Kelly, his hand on his gun.

“We’re clear.” Kelly reassured him. “That guy you saw with Antonio. It’s just…”

Jay didn’t like the pause but Kelly was saved from further explaining as they reached the roof and Jay’s eyes fell on you. You were onn the ground, bloodied gauze lying by Gabby’s side as she worked on you.

“Y/N!”

You turned your head up to look at him, wincing as Sylvie and Gabby worked as quickly as they could to bandage up the wound in your leg as best as they could.

“I’m fine.” You told him, the moment you spotted the look on his face.

As if he didn’t believe you, he turned to look at Gabby.

Gabby nodded back at him. “It looks like it went clean-through. We’ll take her to Med now, and you can ride along. Come on.”

Jay followed closely as they hoisted you down the stairs and straight into the ambulance.

Antonio nodded at Jay to let him know they’d take care of everything else and Jay climbed in after you, nodding his thanks at Kelly, who closed the ambulance doors, patting the back door to let Sylvie know they were clear.

Even though Ethan and Will repeatedly reassured Jay that you were going to be fine, but it wasn’t until he saw you again that Jay finally felt he could breathe properly.

You’d been put in a cast but, as Ethan had told you, you’d been extremely lucky.

Jay headed straight for you, pulling you gently into his arms as he stood by your bedside, like he needed to touch you to know you were here, and you were okay.

You didn’t protest, merely took a deep breath, closing your eyes against his touch, your hands going up to hold onto his arm before Jay gently released you from his embrace.

“Jay, I’m okay. I don’t do well with guns, and I was so fucking terrified. Maybe that’s why I spooked him without meaning to. He didn’t mean to hurt me.”

Jay gave you a look, a look that you were no stranger to, and you cracked a smile.

“Thank god you’re alright.” Jay whispered, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “When Antonio told me, I just… I couldn’t even get my head in the game, I…”

You reached up for his hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

“I’m alright, Jay. I am.” You glanced down at your leg. “Well, mostly. Apparently, I was very lucky.”

“Lucky is extremely subjective.” Jay answered, glancing at you. “And I have never felt this statement was more accurate than I have felt today.”

You smiled. “Do you need to go back in?”

Jay shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going to stay right here.”

“Will you at least tell them he didn’t mean to hurt me? He’s… He needs help, Jay.” You told him. “And you know I can’t say more.”

Jay exhaled, agreeing to make the call to Voight. “I’ll be right back.”

You grabbed his hand, just as he got up to make the call. “Thanks for coming for me.”

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” Jay answered, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple, as you smiled.

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Ours | Chapter 11

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!

Warnings/Content: The angst is coming y'all...please be prepared for BIG content warnings. Alleged domestic abuse, vomiting, panic attacks, BIG feelings, swearing

Colson

A week or so before Presley and I got married, Slim asked me a weird question. He asked if I was over Megan.

My knee jerk reaction was to scoff and tell him, “Of course I am.” But now I’m not so sure.

I have zero residual feelings for her. Presley takes up 100% of my heart. Even just looking at Megan repulses me sometimes. But will I ever be over the things she did, the way she made me feel? The way she broke my heart and made me feel small and worthless?

No. I’m not sure I’ll ever get over that. Especially when she can’t let go of me.

Presley and I have been married a week when it happens.

I had an interview this morning and now the two of us are on the couch, snuggled up together. Presley is dozing in my arms as a cheesy scary movie plays softly on the TV. I’m almost drowsing myself when my phone buzzes loudly on the coffee table, startling both of us. It’s a phone call. Presley leans forward and grabs my phone, handing it to me.

I frown when I see Ashleigh’s name on the screen. It’s a random time for Ash to be calling, but I answer anyway. “Ash,” I say.

“Kells.” Her voice is a little wary, cautious. My spine stiffens and Presley pulls away, looking at me with concern in her eyes.

“What’s going on?” I ask sharply. I put the phone on speaker.

Ashleigh sighs. “You…you don’t follow Megan on Instagram, do you?”

A sick feeling twists in my stomach and I swallow it down. “I blocked her forever ago. Why?”

“Colson, I’m going to send you a screenshot. I need you to breathe before you do anything. We’re going to get it figured out,” she says. “Presley, are you there?”

“I’m here,” Presley answers quickly.

“Can you make sure he doesn’t lose his shit?” Ashleigh asks.

Angry, I glare at the phone, but then the screenshot comes through and all the anger at Ashleigh drains and is replaced by a fear that turns all the blood in my veins to ice.

The screenshot is a picture of a bruise. Megan’s face isn’t in the picture so it’s impossible to tell when it was taken. The focus of the photo is the large, hand-shaped bruise around her upper arm. My mouth dries out as my eyes flick down to read the caption.

I’ve been quiet too long about what happened to me almost two years ago.

My ex got married recently. He gets to live his perfect fairytale life while I fight every single day to

heal from what he put me through. Bruises heal but emotional trauma doesn’t heal as easily.

For a year of my life, I was abused at the hands of Colson Baker, aka Machine Gun Kelly. The things

he did to me are horrific, unspeakable. I tried to warn his now wife, but she didn’t listen, just like I

didn’t. This is how I heal, by posting it for others to see. Domestic abuse is real and it happens to

people all the time. I refuse to suffer in silence anymore.

By the time I read the last word, Presley has already grabbed a trash can and the contents of my stomach fill it. Even after my stomach is empty, I keep gagging. Ashleigh has gone quiet. Presley is silent, her hand rubbing circles on my back. This has to be a nightmare. There’s no way this is really happening to me.

Ashleigh hangs up after a while and Presley whisks the trash can out of the room. I sit on the couch, covered in sweat and shivering at the same time. One Instagram post and my career is over. My life is over. There’s no coming back from something like this.

My phone is blowing up and I silently power it off, attempting to set it on the coffee table, but my hands are shaking so hard that it tumbles to the floor. I can vaguely hear Presley saying my name but my ears are ringing, the sound of waves rushing so loudly that nothing else feels real. And then, everything is black.

When I wake up again, there’s a sour taste in my mouth and I can tell I’m horizontal. I open my eyes but my head hurts, and all at once, it slams into me, what happened. Nausea rolls over me again but I breathe against it. I will not throw up again. It’s dark where I lie on the couch in the living room, but I can hear voices from the kitchen.

“...defamation?” Presley.

“...can…that, but…reputation.” A voice I vaguely recognize. I rub my eyes, trying to focus on what they’re saying, but I can’t completely make it out. Who is here?

I stifle a groan as I roll off the couch. Nausea washes over me again and I close my eyes, steadying myself on the arm of the couch before shuffling into the kitchen. I’m surprised when I see that the kitchen is full. Ashleigh and Presley sit at the dining room table with my lawyer, a short dude with a head of thick blonde hair. Olivia, Cash, Slim, Baze, and Rook sit around the island, everyone looking sick and stricken with worry.

“Kells,” Slim says when he sees me, jumping to his feet. He rushes over to me and pulls me into a tight hug. I let myself be held.

When he lets me go, Presley is by my side, and all I want to do is fall into her. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in and my eyes sting with tears. Does she believe Megan? What will I do if Presley is convinced I’m an abuser? I never laid a nonconsensual hand on Megan. I won’t even get into all the times she slapped me because that doesn’t seem to count as abuse. I choke on a sob and Presley just holds me tighter, whispering quiet assurances in my ear. She holds me until I somewhat compose myself, and when I pull back, my lawyer is on his feet, walking towards me.

“Mr. Baker,” he says, shaking my hand. “We’re going to fix this. I swear to you.”

I can’t seem to find my voice. I stumble over to the dining room and take a seat. My lawyer explains to me what he plans to do. We’re going to sue Megan for defamation. He prattles on about how there’s no proof, about how she never reported abuse during our relationship so nothing is concrete. He assures me that we’ll win, that we’ll run Megan dry of her money. But all I can think is that the world is going to think I’m an abuser.

Things got a lot better in the media for me when Presley and I got together. The media was happy to see me with a beautiful, talented girl. It seemed like opinions were finally starting to change.

But Megan can’t let me be happy without her.

I should’ve seen this coming.

And now it’s too late.

Presley

I sit up in bed waiting for Colson to come out of the bathroom.

He’s been in there for a long time, pushing half an hour. I don’t like that he’s hiding from me, that he isn’t allowing me to comfort him, but at the same time, I don’t want to push him. I glance at my phone; 2:09 AM.

As I sit there worrying, it comes to me out of nowhere: Colson is scared I believe Megan.

With my heart in my throat, I scramble to my feet and go to the bathroom, placing my palm against the door. “Colson,” I say.

A sniffle that breaks my heart. “Yeah?”

“Let me in.”

“It’s unlocked.”

I swallow hard and open the door. He’s sitting on the closed toilet lid, head hanging down. He looks so broken that tears spring to my eyes. I go over to him and squat down in front of him. Reluctantly, he looks at me with red rimmed blue eyes. I’ve never seen him look so sad and it practically rips my heart from my chest.

“Hey,” I say softly, cupping his cheek. He leans into my touch. “Will you please come to bed?”

Colson sniffs and closes his eyes. His lip trembles a little and I want to go to Megan’s house right now and fucking throttle her. I keep the anger at bay, though. Finally, Colson nods. I take his hand and lead him to our bed, crawling in before him. He slides under the covers and I pull his head to my chest.

We’re quiet for a few minutes, my fingers running through his hair. He’s trembling. “Cols?” I whisper against his hairline. “You know I don’t believe her, right?”

Colson is silent for a long few moments. And then, he bursts into tears.

My eyes go wide. I’ve seen Colson cry, but never like this. His entire body is wracked with the strength of his sobs and my shirt is instantly soaked with his tears. I cling to him, pulling his body on top of mine. He clings to my waist, his head on my chest as he completely falls apart.

It’s a long time before the sobs subside into sniffles. I push his hair off his sweaty forehead and rub his back gently. “Baby,” I murmur. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? I believe you. I know who you are.”

“What if you change your mind?” he rasps. “Everyone seems to believe everyone else but me eventually.”

I shake my head. “That won’t happen. Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Then trust that I won’t believe her,” I say, petting his hair. “Colson, I married you. I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t trust and love 100% of you. Okay?”

Colson nods after a moment, his body relaxing ever so slightly. He believes me. He knows I wouldn’t lie to him. He sighs. “What am I going to do?”

“Survive,” I murmur, kissing his head. “Let your lawyer handle it. Let your fans handle it.”

“They won’t believe me,” he says miserably.

“Oh really?” I ask, reaching for my phone. It takes me seconds to pull up an Instagram account with over 700,000 followers with the handle, @WeSupportColson. The bio reads: EST stands with Colson. Megan is lying. We’re here to show Colson we believe him.

“That’s real?” Colson croaks. “You didn’t make it?”

I chuckle. There’s my sweet boy, with his sense of humor. “It’s real, babe. You have so many people who stand with you and always will.”

Colson sighs. “If anyone thinks I’m an abuser it’s too much,” he mutters. “I’m a good person, Presley. Why does everyone fucking hate me so much?” He’s crying again. I shush him and squeeze him to my chest. I don’t reply. He’s exhausted and broken and not thinking logically. What he needs is sleep, and I’m going to hold him until he finds it.

We lie there for over an hour before Colson’s breathing finally evens out. I relax beneath him and continue to gently stroke his hair. I lie awake for another half an hour before deciding Colson is definitely asleep, and then I let my tired eyes close, too.

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𓈒⟡₊⋆∘Masterlist𓈒⟡₊⋆∘

{ Blog Recs}

{ Fanart} * made by the amazing @yukswl0v3*

*fanart page 2

{Icons}

{Playlist}

Requests are : Open / Closed

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{My Other blogs}

DISCLAIMER: RUBY ROUTLEDGE ™️/ PAIGE BAILEY ™️ IS MY OC, DO NOT USE HER WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. IF YOU DO YOU WILL BE REPORTED FOR COPYRIGHT.

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘Series𓈒⟡₊⋆∘

All Too Well ( Prequel to Beautiful Mistakes)

Beautiful Mistakes

Maroon

Paper Rings

Suburban Legends

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Labyrinth

Lover

Call It What You Want

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘Smut𓈒⟡₊⋆∘

First Time: JJ and Ruby have just gotten their house and finally have time alone, only this time they explore each other in ways they never have before.

Favorite Treat: JJ comes home from work only in the mood for his favorite treat.

Punishment: When Ruby breaks the number one rule JJ has a few tricks up his sleeve to teach his girl a lesson.

Date Night: what was supposed to be a perfect night out quickly turned into a steamy session on the H.M.S. Pogue.

Red: in which JJ and Ruby discover each other's hidden fantasies.

Road Trip: it's the summer before senior year and as tension builds between JJ and Ruby they realize they can't avoid each other any longer.

Lazy Sunshine: a lazy morning with JJ and Ruby.

Game On: in which an innocent game becomes a steamy session.

My Treasure: some Halloween fun with JJ and Ruby.

Hurt So Good: a mafia smut request.

Gangster: part 2 of Hurt So Good.

Talkin’ Tennessee: an innocent late night drive quickly becomes steamy.

Squirm: An innocent joke turns out spicy.

Midnight Drive: A quiet romantic drive turns heated.

College Nights: A sleepless night leads to desire

865 : After a breakup JJ makes a drunk call to Ruby.

Homecoming: Ruby hasn’t been home in a few months. When she returns JJ shows her just what she’s been missing.

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘Angst𓈒⟡₊⋆∘

I got you - in which desperate times call for desperate measures.

Law School Blues- Law school is never easy, when Ruby's teacher gets a little too harsh JJ is right there to help her through it.

Until I Found You- Ruby finally realizes what love is, all thanks to JJ

Cruel Summer- Ruby notices how JJ has changed this summer and not in a good way.

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘Fluff𓈒⟡₊⋆∘

Pink? Seriously?: Preparing for the MGK concert Ruby sets out and dyes JJ's hair pink.. Only his reaction is not what she thought it'd be.

Perfect Birthday : Ruby's birthday has rolled around once more but only one thing can make it absolutely perfect this year.

Pink Hair, Good Times: Knowing her birthday is right around the corner John B surprises his twin with tickets to Machine Gun Kelly, only getting the tickets and knowing his sister meant he had to go all out.

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The Twilight Saga

Scream

( extra Scream stuff)

Ghostface!au

Christmas Masterlist 2022

Christmas Masterlist 2023

Juby Week 2023

Juby Week 2024

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storiesforallfandoms · 7 months

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all the mistakes ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2866

request?: yes!

“I just started reading your stuff and I'm in love with the Colson stories!

I was wondering if you could do Colson x reader. Reader finds out she's pregnant by Colson and he doesn't think he's ready to be a dad again and abandons reader but then realizes a couple months later that he's truly in love with her and does everything he can to win her back?

If not, it's okay.. thank you ❤️”

description: in which he comes to apologize for all the mistakes he’s made leading up to the birth of their child

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, child birth (not in detail obviously), lil angsty and sad but it ends happy, rpf (if you don’t like it don’t read)

masterlist (one, two, three)

Colson always said he wanted another kid. Especially once Casie started to go through her pre-teen years and he found himself wishing she was still a baby again. He and (Y/N) had talked about it so many times, and they had both agreed that they wanted to have a baby together.

So why did he run away when she actually got pregnant?

Colson could still remember it all so vividly: the look of happiness on (Y/N)’s face when she showed him the positive pregnancy test, the heavy feeling in his stomach that turned to panic that rose into his throat, the sound of (Y/N)’s voice as he grabbed some of his things and left without another word. He could remember the sound of his phone constantly chiming as (Y/N) tried to text and call him, until finally he had to put her contact on mute. It didn’t take her long to give up trying to contact him, though.

He didn’t know why he did it. He had been asked by so many people - his boys, his mom, Ash, even Casie herself - but he had no answer. When (Y/N) first told him she wanted to have kids with him, he had been so excited. So where did his sudden panic come from when it actually happened? Why was he suddenly so doubtful over his ability to be a father again?

He couldn’t bring himself to go back. He was embarrassed for the way he reacted, and he thought (Y/N) wouldn’t take him back anyways. Not that he blamed her. How could she take back the man who got her pregnant and then ran out on her? Because of his reluctance and fear of rejection, Colson didn’t see (Y/N) for months. And he would’ve kept it that way if it wasn’t for Casie throwing his car keys at him and forcing him out of the house.

“You have to go see her,” Casie said as she slammed the door in her father’s face and locked it.

“You gave me my keys, Cas, I can get back in,” he pointed out.

She held up the house key that usually hung on Colson’s keyring. “I took it off. You’re not getting back in until you go see (Y/N) and apologize for being stupid.”

“She’s not gonna wanna see me.”

“You don’t know that! She’s carrying your child, and I’d doubt she seriously wants that kid to grow up without a dad.”

Colson didn’t want to admit that he thought (Y/N) probably got rid of the baby the second he walked out on her. “Cas, come on, just let me back in.”

But Casie just crossed her arms and glared at him. After a few minutes, Colson sighed and rolled his eyes. There was no use in trying to get back in unless he did exactly what Casie wanted, so he went to his car and drove the familiar route to get to (Y/N)’s place.

At least I can get the rejection over with quickly and get back into my own house, he thought to himself.

Pulling up to her house, Colson started picturing the night he left again. He wanted nothing more than to turn his car around and go back home, but he knew Casie could tell if he was lying to her. His hands were shaking as he shut his car off and put the keys into his pocket. He was almost hoping that (Y/N) wasn’t home. Maybe if she wasn’t, Casie would drop it and let him back into the house without having to actually deal with the situation.

But her car was in the driveway, so she had to be home.

Colson made his way up to the front door and raised his hand to knock. He hesitated, unable to make his hand move. His brain was still screaming at him to turn around and go home, but he had come this far. He couldn’t just back out now. At the very least, maybe he could give (Y/N) some closure so they could both move on from this, since he knew there was no way that she was going to take him back.

He finally moved his hand to knock. It didn’t take long for him to hear the sound of footsteps coming towards the door, and when the door opened it felt like the floodgates within him had opened.

(Y/N) was stood there, her belly big enough to tell him that she was still carrying his child. She had never looked so beautiful to him before.

Her eyes were wide, almost like a deer caught in headlights. He was the last person she expected to see on her doorstep, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to slam the door in his face or throw herself into his arms and beg for him to never let her go again.

“Hey,” Colson finally said. “Uh...I’m sorry to surprise you like this. I probably should’ve called first or something.”

“You wouldn’t have gotten through. I blocked your number,” she told him.

Ouch, he thought. I deserve that, though.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “If it’s to finally get the last of your stuff that you left here, I have it in boxes in the spare room. I can bring it all down and send you on your way within five minutes.”

There was a lot he wanted to say in response to that, but instead he found himself saying, “You probably shouldn’t be lifting too much or going up and down the stairs a lot in your condition.”

Her face darkened as she glared at him. “Don’t pretend you give a shit now.”

Colson sighed and shook his head. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Can I come in? I just wanted to talk, to apologize.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “You leave me when I tell you I’m pregnant - with a baby that you wanted, might I add - and you leave for months, with no calls or texts or anything. And now you think you can come back and just...apologize for all of that?”

“I know, I fucked up - ”

“No, you don’t know,” she cut him off. “You really fucked up. You beyond fucked up, actually. You don’t understand how much it hurt me when you just walked out. You didn’t answer any of my calls or texts. I thought you were going to be happy when I told you I was pregnant. We talked about starting our own family for so long, and I thought you’d be overjoyed for this. But you just walked out and didn’t come back. You do not understand how hard that was for me to deal with, how hard it still is to deal with, while also trying to deal with this pregnancy all on my own!”

She was starting to cry. She mentally cursed her pregnancy hormones for making her so much more susceptible to tears lately. She didn’t want him to see her cry, especially not over him.

When he extended his arms to her, though, she gladly took the comforting hug. She sobbed into his chest, trying to take in his familiar smell and warmth without letting him back in too much. He couldn’t just come in and demand a second chance like this, but she also couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t relieved to see him on her doorstep.

Colson guided her into the house, closing the door behind them and bringing (Y/N) to her living room. They both sat down on her couch and (Y/N) wiped the tears from her eyes. She reached for a tissue from a box on one of her side tables and blew her nose as well.

“I had to start leaving tissue boxes in every room,” she sighed. “Stupid fucking hormones. I cry at everything now.”

“At least you’ve managed to prepare yourself for it,” Colson said.

She sighed and wiped at her face again. She felt so puffy and gross, and not just from the crying. The pregnancy had made her feel so many negative emotions. Even now, when she was supposed to be mad at Colson, she found herself self conscious about her round belly and how it made her look to him.

“Why did you leave?” she asked him. “I thought you wanted another baby.”

“I do,” he responded. “I should’ve been so goddamn excited when you told me you were pregnant. I think I would’ve felt that way if I wasn’t such an idiot instead and started feeling doubt about being a father again.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...I panicked when you told me. I found myself thinking about if I was cut out to be a dad again. Like, what if I ended up missing so much of the baby’s life the same way I did with Casie? I wasn’t ready to be a dad when Emma was pregnant with Casie because I was so young, and I found myself back in that mindset when you told me you were pregnant. Just this sudden panic and self doubt.”

“But we talked about this. You said you wanted another baby.”

“I know. I don’t understand it either. It’s just my fucked up brain ruining everything again.”

(Y/N) placed her hand on Colson’s in a comforting gesture. “You’re not fucked up, and you are an amazing dad to Casie. I have no doubts that you’ll be even better with this baby, especially now since you’re older and have experience.”

Colson shook his head and let out a humorless laugh. “I can’t believe I was so stupid to let myself get worked up like that, though. I should’ve been so excited. We should’ve had a big ass fucking party to celebrate, and then you should’ve been moving into my house so we could start this family together. I shouldn’t have run out the door and left you like that.”

“Why didn’t you ever call or text me before now?”

“I felt embarrassed and stupid for my reaction. For the longest time, I just felt like I couldn’t face what I did, or face you. And then the more that time went on, the more I felt like coming back was a mistake. I figured you would kick me to the curb and tell me to never speak to you again. I thought...I thought that...if you even still had our baby, that you’d never let me see them anyways.”

(Y/N) found herself running her fingers along the back of his hand. What he was saying all made sense, and she felt like she believed him. She didn’t think he was malicious in leaving her. He didn’t do it because he was an asshole, he did it because he panicked suddenly and made a bonehead move, then his embarrassment got the better of him and made him overthink the situation even further. It didn’t completely heal the wound that his leaving had left inside of her, but it was enough to make her think she could possibly forgive him.

“If you had shown interest, I would’ve let you see her,” she said. “I would never keep you from your daughter if you wanted to be in her life.”

Tears were forming in Colson’s eyes as he looked up at (Y/N). “It’s a girl? You know that for sure?”

(Y/N) could feel herself welling up again, too. She nodded and got up to get the ultrasound she kept on the fridge. She passed it to Colson and sat down next to him.

“That’s her,” she said. “She was once the size of a peanut when I got my first sonogram, and now she’s a fully formed baby.”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna have another daughter,” Colson breathed.

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“Definitely a good way. I would’ve loved to have a son, but if there’s anything that being Casie’s dad has taught me, it’s that I love being a girl dad.” He placed the ultrasound on the coffee table and turned to face (Y/N). “I love you, too. More than anything, (Y/N). I was such a fucking idiot to ruin us the way I did, but I never stopped loving you in that time we had apart. I wanted nothing more than to call you or to show up on your doorstep like I did today, but I was terrified of what your reaction would be if I did.”

“I love you, too,” (Y/N) replied. It was the truth. She hadn’t stopped loving Colson, no matter how angry or upset he had made her. She loved him so much, and she felt like carrying his child had made her love him even more. “But you hurt me a lot. I meant what I said, you can’t just come in and say you’re sorry and suddenly everything goes back to normal.”

“I know, and I’ll do anything to win back your trust. Whatever you want, (Y/N), I’ll do it.”

“Right now, I want you to be here for the rest of my pregnancy, and I want you to be there when your daughter is born. We can take things from there.”

Colson nodded. “Will you come stay with me and Casie at least? I intended on asking you to move in with me anyways, and I know that’s a big ask right now, but I want you to be there and to start making it your home, because eventually it will be. Your home, and hers.” He put his hand on her bump, thinking about how his baby girl was growing in there.

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up as she nodded. “Give me a few minutes to pack a few things, and then we can head over. I want to see Casie anyways. I’ve missed her so much.”

~~~~~~

A few months later, Colson and (Y/N) were on the way to the hospital in the middle of the night. (Y/N) had woken up to pee and ended up having her water break. She woke Colson with her surprised shriek and he got everything together for the two of them to go to the hospital. Casie was at Emma’s, so Colson texted Emma to let her know that the baby was coming and to let Casie know that she would be a big sister by the time she woke up.

The labor pains weren’t as bad as (Y/N) expected, but they were still certainly the worst pain she had ever felt. Colson stayed by her side through the entire process, just like he promised. He let (Y/N) use his hand as a stress ball, crushing it with every contraction pain she felt. He stayed in the room after the doctor’s announced it was time to push and, even though he did feel a little lightheaded during the birthing process, he stayed to hear his baby girl cry for the first time.

The doctors let him cut the umbilical cord before they washed the baby girl and wrapped her in a soft, pastel pink blanket. The doctor passed Colson the baby and Colson sat next to (Y/N) so she could see her, too.

“She’s so beautiful,” (Y/N) breathed. “Besides the fact that she looks like a little prune.”

Colson chuckled. “Yeah, she definitely needs a day or two to look less wrinkly, but she’s gorgeous. You really did it, baby.”

(Y/N) mustered enough strength to reach out and lightly graze the baby’s cheek with her finger. “She was definitely worth all that pain and the exhaustion. Although, to be honest, I don’t think I can fight the sleep much longer.”

Colson leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Get some rest. When you’re feeling up to it, we’ll get Casie to come see her baby sister.”

(Y/N)’s eyes started to close, but Colson could see that she was trying to fight her fatigue. “We haven’t named her yet.”

“We can do that when you wake up. We have so much time to get everything figured out. You already did all of the hard stuff, let me help out with this side of things.”

She smiled, sheepishly, and forced her eyes open for another moment to look at Colson. “I love you.”

He smiled back at her. “I love you, too. More than you could ever know. Now, get some rest. We’ll both be here when you wake up.”

(Y/N) nodded and finally closed her eyes. It didn’t take her long to drift off to sleep. Colson stood so he could put the baby in the bed that the nurses had brought in to put next to (Y/N)’s bed. She had already stopped crying and had also been lulled to sleep in Colson’s arms. When he had her laid down, he stepped back to look at his two girls. He smiled and couldn’t help the tears that started to well up in his eyes. He couldn’t be any happier than he was in that moment.

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forever1kay · 9 months

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[chapter five: tickets to my downfall]

summary: in which things start to go wrong very quickly.

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You stand from your car and smooth your hands over your outfit before shutting the door and walking up to the front door of the music store.

The moment you walk in, you’re immediately riveted by the many eras of music staring back at you.

Music boxes, record players, walkmans…

“Whoa! An iPod touch!”

And right when you reach out to touch it-

“Please, no touching the electronics unless you plan on buying.” A shaky voice speaks from behind you.

“Oops, sorry.” You apologize sincerely, quickly retracting your hand and turning to face the old woman. “Are you Maura Wilkerson?”

“I suppose I am.” The woman responds. “And you are?”

“Y/L/N Y/N!” You answer eagerly. “I’m here for an internship starting today!”

“Oh, Ms. Y/l/n.” Maura smiles softly. “You’re early by thirty minutes.”

You nod, shifting in your place nervously. “I was very excited.”

Maura chuckles. “I can tell.“

“When do we start?”

“We’ll start as soon as the other young lady arrives.”

“Someone else will be here?”

“Yes, dear. Will that be a problem?”

“Oh, no ma’am! I was just under the impression that I’d be the only one interning here.”

“You were but another venue had one too many candidates and needed to switch someone out.”

“Okay I understand.”

“For now,” Maura reaches her arm towards you. “Let me show you to the booth.”

You nod enthusiastically and join arms with her. The two of you proceed to the recording studio in the store's back section. Her words fall onto deaf ears as you seat yourself and take in the beauty of the place and the opportunity.

Maura looks at you knowingly. “Ms. Y/l/n?”

“Oh!” You shake your head rapidly, pulling yourself from your reverie. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Wilkerson. Can you please repeat that? I was a little distracted.”

“No worries, sweet pea.” Maura speaks, taking a seat next to you. “You seem to have quite a knack for music.”

You smile politely. “Yes, ma’am. I’ve loved music for as long as I can remember.”

“What’s your favorite genre?” She asks.

“I like R&B.” You answer honestly. “I read that this music shop has been in your family for generations. Are you here because you have to be? Or do you love music as well?”

Maura looks down. “That’s a very heavy question, dear.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you, I just-“

“I’m not offended, I’m just not sure how to answer. I like music, but I think I’d like to be somewhere else for the rest of my days.” Maura gestures to herself. “I’m not getting any younger.”

“How long have you worked here?” You ask curiously.

“I took over from my father when I was nineteen. He had gotten sick and couldn’t run it anymore.” Maura smiles sadly, avoiding your brown eyes. “Now my granddaughter Lana and my husband Bert help me when they can.”

You frown. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Life isn’t always easy.” Maura stands up from her seat and grabs her cane. “Now, please don’t touch anything until I get back with Keiko.”

You smile as she leaves the room. “Yes ma’am.”

You struggle internally for nearly four minutes, willing yourself not to touch anything before deciding that no one would notice if you did.

You reach over to touch the buttons on the panel when Maura saunters back in.

She gasps. “Y/n!”

You flinch, jumping back and taking your seat.

You frown in embarrassment. “Sorry, Maura.”

She chuckles. “You are going to send me into an early grave, aren’t you?”

You scratch the back of your next sheepishly. “I will try my hardest to not cause that problem.”

Maura chuckles before handing you a small card with your information on it. You look up at her in confusion.

“That’s your key card. You’ll need it to enter the booth and to access the registers.”

“Thank you, Maura.” You smile in appreciation. “Is Keiko here?”

“About that…” She sighs. “I read the paper wrong. No one named Keiko will be attending.”

You shrug. “That’s no problem. Whoever they are, I’m sure they’ll be lovely.”

“I’m glad you think so! His school is the main rival of your school. Maybe the two of you might know each other?”

You feel your heart drop into your ass. “Do you know what his name is?”

“Why yes I do. The paper says his name is-”

A knock on the door and the steady footfall of two big feet entering the room cut short Maura's monologue. You immediately turn to face the intruder, but his eyes are only on Maura.

“Excuse me, miss. I’m Tsukishima Kei and I’m here for the internship.”

Despite the fact that he is standing in front of you, you make every effort to convince yourself that you are dreaming. You tune out the rest of their introductions and get lost in thought until Maura mentions you.

“…and you may know Y/n? I heard that her school is rivals with yours.”

When Tsukishima finally turns his head to look at you, your heart drops past your feet and lodges itself six feet under.

“I know of Y/n.” Tsukishima admits. “We were at a group event together not too long ago.”

“Well this internship will surely bring you two closer since it doesn’t seem like you are already. Why don’t you two get to know one another while I go make a new key card?” She raises an eye to Tsukishima. “You can have my seat.”

Tsukishima smiles politely at the little old woman and thanks her for her kindness. When she leaves the room, he glances in your direction and you swear you can see embers in his eyes. After giving him a fake smile and a forced laugh, you whip out your phone and immediately open the group chat.

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