#mgk fan fiction

[hollywoodxwhore]

Ours | Chapter 15

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: Mentions of suicide, mentions of pills, sad Colson, swearing, emotional reunions, the downfall of MF, smut (18+), makeup sex, lovemaking

Thank you so much for all the support on the last few chapters. I know the angst is heavy and it's not going away just yet. But I wanted to include some smut to break up all the sadness. Hope y'all enjoy!

Colson

The sleeping pills helped me to fall asleep, but they didn’t help me stay asleep.

I’m not sure what time it is because I haven’t picked up my phone or glanced at the clock on the wall. Instead, I’m lying on my side looking out the window. All I can see are buildings, a corporate wasteland. It’s a dreary day, clouds threatening to rain but not quite letting it go yet. 

I’m so fucking thankful for Cash. I’m so glad he stopped me from going through with it. I will forever be grateful for the fact that I wasn’t able to kill myself. I can’t believe I was even thinking of it. But at the same time, everything feels so fucking destitute. The world still believes I’m an abuser. I pushed the person I love the most away. I’m in the hospital because my mental health hit a scary low. I’m glad I’m alive, but I’m not sure how I’m supposed to pull myself out of this.

“Mr. Baker?” The voice is soft and I roll over to see who it is. It’s Dr. Schultz, standing in my doorway. She smiles softly. “May I come in?”

“Sure,” I croak, slowly moving to a sitting position.

“Did you get some sleep?” she asks, coming over and having a seat beside my bed. 

I shrug weakly. “A little,” I admit.

“You’re going through a lot,” she remarks. “It’s understandable to struggle.”

I nod, averting my eyes. God, I don’t want to cry again. I never fucking cry, but I’ve cried so much the past few days. Hell, the past month. 

“It’s 7:00,” Dr. Schultz says. “Your brother in law is here. We are ready to discharge you if you’re ready.” 

I blink and glance at her. “Just him?” I ask.

“As far as I know, yes,” Dr. Schultz says with a nod. “Are you comfortable going home? We have options. There are treatment facilities–”

“I’m ready,” I say. What I’m not ready for is a treatment facility. I need to be home with my wife. But I’m not sure she’s even coming home. 

I’m discharged fairly quickly and Dr. Schultz walks me out the side door. She gives me her direct receptionist’s number and tells me to call her if I ever need anything. I thank the doctor and she gives me a hug. I’m surprised by the gesture but it makes me feel better. 

Cash is standing against his car and he straightens when he sees me. As the doctor goes back inside, I approach Cash who throws his arms around me. “You okay, brother?” he asks.

“I’m alright,” I sigh. “Cash…”

“Let’s get you home,” Cash says. “We can talk in the car.” I nod and climb into the passenger’s seat. Cash drives away from the hospital and we’re both quiet for a few minutes.

“Cash,” I say again. “You should know that I’m not…I’m not a risk.”

“Okay,” Cash says quietly, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I can’t believe I ever had those thoughts in my head,” I confess. “It’s not what I want. Okay? I want to be alive. Things just got…”

“Heavy?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “Heavy.”

“That’s okay,” Cash says quietly. “You’re not alone, man. Everything’s going to be okay.”

I’m not sure how he could possibly know that. Nothing has changed. Megan is still a lying bitch and the world still hates me. We’re quiet the rest of the drive.

I have my eyes closed as we pull up to the house and I trudge behind Cash up to my door. I type in the passcode and the door swings open. I take one step inside before I realize we’re not alone. I look up to see everyone waiting for me. Everyone. Liv, Ash, Slim, Baze, Rook. 

And Presley. 

My knees almost buckle but I keep it together. Presley is here. And she’s so fucking beautiful, even without makeup, her eyes swollen from crying. Her face is a map of emotion when I look at her: sadness, guilt, love. I want so badly to scoop her into my arms but I don’t know what to do quite yet. “Hi,” I croak.

The others greet me, and the longer I study them, realization creeps in. Why do they all look so…serene? Almost…proud? “What’s going on?” I ask.

“It’s over,” Ashleigh says. “That’s what’s going on.”

I scratch the back of my neck, cocking my head in confusion. “What’s over?”

“Megan’s career. Her reputation,” Rook says, eyes flashing with a combination of indignation and pride. 

“Presley got proof,” Ashleigh says, and my eyes flick over to my wife. She looks small somehow, standing there with her arms crossed protectively over her chest.

“Proof?” I ask, brow furrowing. Presley nods, but she stays quiet. 

“Your girl went into the fuckin’ lion’s den,” Slim says, wrapping an arm around Presley’s shoulders. “She went to Megan’s, got her to confess, and recorded her confession.”

“Your girl is a fucking badass,” Baze says with a grin. 

“We all posted the confession on Instagram,” Slim continues. “Within twenty minutes, Megan’s reputation was fucking ruined.”

I blink, shaking my head. “I don’t understand…”

“Your name is cleared, baby,” Presley says. The use of the pet name startles me, fills my chest with hope.

I stare at them all, bewildered. “Really?” I ask, scared to hope but doing it anyway. Could it really be over?

“Our posts have been shared hundreds of thousands of times,” Slim says. “Everyone fucking hates Megan now.”

“She even confessed to hitting you,” Rook says. “Now you guys have a great case for defamation.”

My hands tremble and I look at each of them, trying to comprehend what’s going on. “It’s…over?” I ask. “You swear?”

Presley takes a tentative step forward. She looks timid and it breaks my heart. She nods. “It’s over, Cols.”

There’s a moment of silence, stillness. And then, at once, it’s like we all come to life. At the same time, Presley and I lunge for each other and her limbs wrap around me so tightly it’s almost hard to breathe. I cling to her and breathe in her scent, shaky with emotion. Relief is the strongest one. The others hug too, laughing and celebrating. 

I can’t believe I almost missed this. I almost gave up, and then Megan really would’ve won. But she lost. She fucking lost. There’s no coming back from this. I laugh against Presley’s neck even as tears fill my eyes. I never, ever want to put her down. My girl, my hero. 

“I can’t fucking believe you went to her house,” I say.

She pulls back from the hug but stays in my arms. Her green eyes are watery and she gives me a wobbly smile. “Anything for you.” I secure one arm under her butt and cup her cheek, pulling her in for a hard kiss. Our tears mingle on our faces but I don’t care. It’s the most perfect kiss I’ve ever felt. 

We kiss for a few minutes, both of us crying and laughing at the same time. “I’m so sorry I left,” Presley whimpers into my mouth. It’s then that I realize it’s gone quiet around us. I turn around in time to see Cash closing the door, leaving us alone in our foyer. As much as I’m thankful for everyone, all I want is to be alone with Presley right now. 

We don’t even make it to the couch. I sink onto the floor right where we are, Presley still wrapped around me. She cups my face, then lets her fingers wander across my cheekbones, my forehead, through my hair. Her eyes map out my face, almost rememorizing it. I can’t believe I almost left her behind. God. 

I cup her face and kiss her hard. She makes a soft sound in response, her hands pressing to my cheeks as she kisses me back. I’m desperate for a shower and some food, and I need to get some sleep, but I don’t care about any of that right now. All I care about is my girl in my lap, kissing me because I’m still alive. We’re both here, together, and we’re going to be okay. All the bullshit is over. We’re so much stronger than Megan’s vindication could ever be. 

I break the kiss and Presley looks confused, her perfect brows knitting together, but then I lift her – my – hoodie over her head. My eyes widen slightly as I toss the garment aside. My wife isn’t wearing a damn thing under that hoodie. I swallow hard and bring my eyes back up to hers. Her eyes are a little darker, but she still looks…shy. Scared. 

But then, she peels off my shirt and lets her hands slide down over my chest. Neither of us says a word. We’re communicating solely through touch. The way we’ve always been able to. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in so she’s flush against me, her nipples pressing into my chest. We moan softly together and then I knit my fingers into her hair and kiss her.

The kiss is so overwhelming it almost makes me want to cry again. I always feel Presley’s love through her kisses but this is different. She devours me, trying to get as close as possible, and I cling to her like a port in a storm. My girl. Back with me. Kissing me, half-naked on my lap. 

I grip her hips and shove them backwards, which silently communicates what I’m asking for. She stands up and drops her sweats and panties in one go. As I watch her, I slip out of my own sweats and boxers, shoving them aside. Pres settles in my lap again and I grip her hips, pulling her close. We both gasp huskily when my tip bumps against her. It’s been so fucking long since we’ve done this and I know neither of us is going to last very long.

“Pres,” I say, finally finding my voice. “Baby. Is this okay?”

“Shhh, Col,” Presley says, her lips pressed against mine. I moan at the feeling of her plump lips and kiss her again, sucking on her bottom lip. With that, her hand finds my cock and positions it at her entrance. I hold my breath as she sinks down slowly, watching as she winces. I know I’m big and she needs time to adjust on a normal day, let alone when we haven’t had sex in right around a month. 

She starts to lift her hips but I grip them sternly and meet her eyes. Her eyes flicker with a question. “Relax,” I say gruffly. “Don’t hurt yourself. Got time.”

Presley whimpers and her eyes fill with tears. I get it. I’m equally as desperate, but I want this to be good for her, and if she pushes herself too fast, she’ll just end up sore and uncomfortable. “C’mere,” I whisper, pulling her face to mine. We press our foreheads together and I wait for her breathing to slow, to become less shaky. 

Jade eyes flick to mine and my breath catches in my throat. “Now?” she whimpers, and she sounds so wrecked that I just want to make all her fears and sadness disappear. 

I swallow hard and nod. “Yeah, baby.” With my permission, Presley’s head tips back and she lifts up before sliding back down. The sensation of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my dick makes me lightheaded. God, I can’t believe we went so long without this. I feel guilty, but I can’t focus on anything other than feeling fucking euphoric when Presley speeds up her movements. 

“Colson,” she sobs, and my hands find her ass, soft and thick beneath my fingers. I grip her tightly and start to meet her thrusts, bucking my hips up. Presley cries out in ecstasy, and we’ve barely gotten started but she’s already pulsing around me. 

“Pres,” I grit out. “Let go, my love. Let go.”

And she does.

Presley falls to pieces in my lap. Her pussy squeezes my dick like a vise and then gushes around me as her long, black nails dig into my shoulders. Her back arches hard, pushing her breasts up, and I watch as her nipples harden and goosebumps cover her skin. The wail that leaves her lips is pained and desperate, but I know it’s because the pleasure is all-encompassing. I watch my wife fall apart in total awe of her beauty. I can’t believe she’s mine and I can’t believe I almost lost her. 

As soon as she starts to fall from her peak, I pull her into me and kiss her hard. I whine low in my throat as my balls tighten and my cock jerks. Presley intentionally tightens around me and I curse, gripping her asscheeks so hard they’re bound to have marks on them when we’re done. As my wife bites down on my bottom lip, I erupt inside of her, and I don’t need to see it to know how much cum I’m filling her with. I come so hard it hurts, my entire body rigid and shaking, and at the same time, Presley and I relax.

She slumps over me, draping her arms loosely around my neck as our hearts pound wildly against each other’s. My ears are ringing so it takes me a second to realize Presley is talking to me, her voice a timid whisper. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her words make my heart squeeze and I frown, holding her tighter.

“Pres, no,” I soothe. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I left.”

“Shhh.” I rub her back, taking my time to feel her soft skin. “You’re okay. We’re okay, baby.”

Presley starts to cry and it breaks me. Just when I thought I had no tears left, my eyes start to sting. Presley’s cries are broken and so fucking sad and I would do anything to take her pain away. 

“Presley,” I say, voice rough with emotion. “Just be here with me. Please?” My voice is desperate, pleading. I just need us to be okay, just for a few minutes. 

She nods and sniffles, and after a few moments, her cries fade. I pull her so we’re lying down, my cock still buried inside of her. Neither of us wants to separate, and not even for sexual reasons. We’ve been disconnected for so long that if I weren’t physically inside her, we wouldn’t be close enough. We caress everywhere we can reach. My hands wander her back, her arms, over her ass and onto her thigh. Her hands trace over my facial features, down my chest, my back. She’s warm and soft and perfect and mine, and all at once, I’m at peace. After a month of panic and horror and misery, I can finally rest. And without intending to do so right here on the foyer floor, I do.

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[thegreatlarryfisherman]

Angel In A CenterFold | Colson Baker x Reader // Ch. 6

Reader is an OnlyFans Model and MGK is her highest paying subscriber.

You sipped your drink on that one. "Why wouldn't I keep a straight face?"

"Because I'd laugh if someone I didn't wanna sleep with was spending 5k a week on my body."

Chapter Six >> | Read Full

#SF #Machine Gun Kelly Imagine #MGK Imagine #MGK fan fiction

[ticketstomydaydreams]

Bad Things

(All We Have: Part Four)

Part One: Home

Part Two: 5:3666

Part Three: Lately

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: Colson's daughter Casie has come to stay with you, your growing feelings get ever more confusing...

Word count: 1,600+

Feels: confusion, emerging feelings

Warnings: Pure cheese

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - Bad Things

Years and Years - Eyes Shut

Sam Smith - Not In That Way

Selena Gomez - Bad Liar

A/N: It's been a long time since I've written anything because life is insanely busy and my mental health hasn't had me feeling creative. But I'm sick again and stuck at home, so I've been going through some fic notes. I've broken this section into two bits, so the other one will come soon. Need to dig out my old phone with all my notes. Hope this isn't too sloppy as I've just banged it out based on my old notes. Hopefully I'll manage to make myself time to write more. Thanks for all the continued love comments for my writing, it's so appreciated 😘 Thanks to @i-think-i-did-it-again @hollywoodxwhore @triplexdoublex for inspiring me to get back into it with you amazing fics!

If you want to watch the instagram live I used for the inspo for this, you can watch it here

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Colson is in the living room, his phone propped up on the table as he films an instagram live of him and Casie. “Ladies and gentleman, a coco-nut. Comment if you love coco-nuts. Screwdriver coming in hot, lets go” 

They’ve got the coconuts she insisted on trying and are trying to figure out how to open it. They argue in an endearing back and forth over how to do it, Casie insisting she knows best

“No Dad, you’re not supposed to do it that” 

“Okay you try your way first but I guarantee my way will work. Ladies and gentleman the opening of a coconut, please don’t damage your beautiful hands” he fusses over her

“What did I tell you Dad”

“Wait, are you joking? They should have told us this years ago. Let me try my dad strength. Ay yo, Y/N can you get us a hammer?”

You laugh as Casie shouts “Nooo” and puts her head in her hands. You’ve been sent in and out of the room several times now at both their demands, for cups, screwdrivers and now a hammer. You love how excitable they get around each other, it’s infectious to watch.

Casie is bubbling with energy, she drops the coconut onto the table “Can we get some Ramen noodles?” Colson laughs at her fast switch of topics and picks up the coconut himself, stabbing it with the screwdriver “Yeah I know a fire ramen place we can order from”

He looks up at the screen and sees her dancing while still sitting next to him, he puts the coconut down himself and picks up his phone to angle it toward her

“Okay, we’re doing this now…Show me how to do your tiktok dance”

“Hard” he says watching her then looking over at you, seeing you mirror the dance back at Casie “You can do this too? That’s a lot for me, I think you got it though. Show me two two three” You stand up and start dancing with Casie, and Colson sings the tune with you as he moves the camera to show Casie in full length, but halfway through you get your legs muddled up and Casie starts laughing at you “We had this Y/N, you’re doing it wrong now”

“Yeah I think she got it but you don’t” he says, sticking his tongue out at you as you lean over and gently smack him across the head playfully “Too much pressure with an audience”

"Who’s that in the background?” Colson mumbles reading the comments on the live “That’s Y/N, one of my old school homies. Say hi Y/N”  he says, switching to his back camera to show you. “Don’t!”  you say, ducking away as Casie laughs

“Yeah, you don’t see her much, she’s shy. Is she my girl?” he chuckles reading another comment “I’m his girl” Casie says, bringing her face to the camera

“They mean, like, in a different way Case, like my girlfriend” he laughs, bashfully

“Ohhhh, I see, I see. Well, she coooooould beeeee…” Casie jokes, making kissing noises

“That’s my daughter peeps, starting rumours right here. Look what you did now…” he laughs again, as Casie leans in reading all the comments

Oh my god, Y/N and Colson!/You guys would be so cute together/Ahhh stop, really?!/I can’t, too cute!/Colson and his girls!/How did we not know this?!/I KNEW IT!/Always thought you should be with Y/N/

Colson leans back from the camera and says to you “Literally every comment is asking about us now” he turns back to the camera “Guys, no, Casie is winding y’all up hard. Me and Y/N are just friends, it’s not like that” He leans forward again, smiling and quietly chuckling as he says “No seriously guys, it’s not a thing…Dammit Case” laughing as he turns towards her

Casie’s attention drifts back to the coconut and Colson’s quickly follows as he sets his phone down again to carry on recording the two of them on the live. You head back into the kitchen, a little relieved he was distracted and didn’t see your reaction to him making a show of telling everyone you were ‘just friends’. Your heart sank… It was only a brief moment, you caught yourself as soon as it happened, but it did happen. Your mind was running a mile a minute…What is going on, why were you feeling like this all of a sudden… Maybe quarantine was getting to you, there’s a few of you in the house, but the majority of your time was spent with Colson with you both being night owls. Maybe it was messing with your head, this whole being disconnected from real life stuff. It’s Colson, it ISN’T like that, just like he said. Am I out of my head, out of my mind? If he only knew…Why do I feel like bad things will come of this…

Your stream of thoughts was interrupted by Colson shouting ‘ay yo, Y/N come look at this, you ever seen the inside of a coconut, its kinda fire’

You’ve just walked back into room and you're standing next to Colson when Casie shouts “Y/N we need forks!” As you turn to go get them, Colson leans over from the sofa and wraps his long arms around your legs keeping you in place “No, no we don’t, we’re in the wild here, let’s make it work!” he laughs loudly, jokily arguing back with Casie as she demands you listen to her instead.

You’re normally used to being caught in between the chaotic banter or father and daughter, but your head is feeling like mush now these new confusing feelings and you’re not saying much or getting involved, hyper aware of the fact he’s filming. You’re not in shot but everyone can see him leaning over, his arms around you.

Casie leans in to the phone, reading some of the comments from the fans watching the live

“Uh oh, everyone’s talking about you guys again…” She mumbles as she reads out loud “bring Y/N on camera…stop hiding Y/N…we can see you cuddling” 

Colson looks up at you when he feels you pull away from him slightly, he can see you’re not responding for some reason, you’re just looking at Casie reading out loud. He squints slightly and quickly releases your legs, positioning himself back next to Casie. You turn and leave the room, your throat feeling tight. What the fuck…

You fill the kettle up and put it on the stove, turning the gas on before leaning on the counter, your head propped up in your hand as you zone out. Staring into space, you don’t even notice the kettle whistling a few minutes later. You snap back into reality when you hear Colson’s voice behind you “Um, I think it’s boiled..?” he chuckles lightly, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other ruffling his messy blonde hair

“Shit yeah….I was miles away there” you shake your head, taking the kettle off the hob. Colson walks over and turns the gas off, he puts his hand on your back between your shoulders and you almost flinch “Hey….you okay?” he says, leaning forward to get a look at your face. “Oh yeah, of course, I’m fine” you blurt out. 

He studies you as you get some mugs out of the cupboard, “Okay cool” he says, sounding unconvinced “Thought maybe you were wigging out over what people were saying on the live…” Fucks sake, why is he so perceptive “I know you don’t like getting too much attention like that, so I shouldn’t ha-...” 

You cut him off “Honestly, it’s fine, I’m fine” you plaster a smile on your face as you turn to him. In one swift movement he pulls you towards him and wraps his long arms around you in a bear hug, squeezing you into his chest. It’s a confusing response to what you just said and you stiffen slightly in his arms at first, but his hugs have always been soothing and you find yourself relaxing into him, taking in his scent. He doesn’t let go. It feels like this hug has been going on for too long now, it feels weird, you’re enjoying it in a different sort of way, maybe enjoying it too much. You want to pull away, your head is saying MOVE, PULL AWAY, END IT, but instead you press your head into his chest a little harder. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your forehead and all of a sudden you want to cry. Noo, what is this…

The moment is interrupted as you hear quick footsteps followed by Casie’s voice floating towards you as she moves through from the other room “Hey, where are you guys…”

Colson gently pushes you back from his chest, looking down at you, but you’re looking past him at Casie standing still in the doorway

"Wait, ARE you boyfriend and girlfriend? You just said no" she says, an eyebrow raised.

You both protest, pulling back from your hug and you make a theatrical show of pushing his head away with your hand “urgh, no way, not this dork”

Casie shrugs and you feel the tension break "Okay, okay" she says, sounding just like her dad “I’m just asking, you guys sure do hug a lot. Can we order dinner? I still want noodles” You avoid Colson’s gaze, he’s been watching you this entire time, as you follow Casie back out of the room to get your phone to order food. 

Colson remains where he is, leaning back against the counter, his arms crossed against his chest as he stares over at the empty doorway you and Casie just walked through. After a minute he lets out a deep sigh as he brings his hand to his face and rubs it along his jawline. He’s deep in thought, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown when he hears Casie calling him from the other room….

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[urdadisdumb]

MASTERLIST

🍋=smut 🍓=fluff 🥝=angst

Colson Baker/MGK

JXDN/Jaden Hossler

Pete Davidson

Vinnie Hacker

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[filmnoirsbian]

Listen listennn. This is NOT valid but for some reason when i watched Big Time Adolescence (coming of age movie w Griffin Gluck, MGK and Pete Davidson. Unholy hell combination ik) I was sent in the weirdest fucking spiral of horny IN MY LIFE. My excuse is I was just figuring out being poly, coming to terms w life post high school AND I watched it in 2020 quarantine cabin fever. I wanted them to run a train on me. Girl I had dreams. I find all three of these white men repulsive irl but something about these brothers-in-friends who were all fundamentally terrible for each other really affected my psyche. I read fan fiction for it. The struggle was so real. This is my confession. Lock me up. Through away the key. I read about characters played by mgk and pete davidson rawdogging. There's no saving me

I always love getting to know my mutuals better on shameful crush nights

#asks #ask games #shameful crush night

[written-on-the-trees]

Do You Have A Name, Or Can I Call You Mine? - Machine Gun Kelly Fan Fiction

Word Count: 2550 words

Warnings: None

Summary: Colson gets the phone call he'd hoped for, and more. There are more bad pick-up lines.

Where else can you find this: Ao3 | Wattpad

Colson grinned down at his phone, unable to hide the expression when he saw the screen light up from another message from Rosie, knowing full-well it was another cheesy pick-up line.

 She sent one every on her lunch break, usually when Colson was just getting out of the apartment they were renting for the week, and he always sent one back. It was a bit dumb - real high-school childish shit - but he'd be lying if he said he didn't fucking love it, if only because it was an excuse to talk to Rosie.

 They hadn't had a chance to talk on a call yet; they seemed to have opposite schedules, with her finishing work around four in the evening, just when his day was really beginning, and he was still passed out in the morning before she started work at eight. Still, he didn't think they went more than twelve hours without messaging each other, and he liked her enough that he'd even mentioned her in passing to Casie when they'd spoken, telling her the story of how he'd met Rosie

 His daughter had rolled her eyes and told him not to embarrass himself and more than he already had with his bad pick up lines, only to be horrified when Colson told her Rosie found him funny, and had some awful pick-up lines of her own. The faux-fear on Casie's face as she'd whispered that now there were 'two of them now' had made him laugh so hard his jaw hurt...and gave him a little bit of hope that he and Rosie could make something work.

   MESSAGE FROM ROSIE 🌹

I would take you to the movies, but they don’t allow snacks.

That's what the kids are calling each other these days, right? A snack?

  Woman, I am thirty years old.

I have no idea.

  God I feel old. I called someone a hunk the other day, and Grace actually asked me what I was talking about.

  Oh yeah? Was that someone me?

  I couldn't say.

   It was a pretty standard chat for them - but it still gave Colson butterflies in the pit of his stomach.

 After a few days of messaging, the bad pick-up lines and chat had progressed into flirting, and now both of them were dancing around each other, trying to work out how serious the other one was...at least Colson was. He'd admit, it was a little bit weird to be the one feeling like they were chasing, and he was pretty sure he didn't like it. He was second-guessing what he messaged to her, over-thinking about what she messaged him, and generally giving himself anxiety over manning up and just telling her he wanted more than exchanging texts.

 Logically, he knew it shouldn't be that hard; he'd literally been speaking for her for four days, if she told him to fuck off, then it wasn't like he was losing someone who'd been in his life for years. It shouldn't be this hard to just say what he felt. But everytime he typed it all out, he ended up deleting it.

 He'd stopped even trying.

   If you say so. Honestly, I've got other worries.

I lost my teddy bear. Can I sleep with you tonight?

  I know you can't hear me, but I just groaned. Audibly.

The kids I have in detention are so confused.

   As stressed as he was over confessing his feelings to Rosie, that was enough to make him chuckle under his breath. The juxtaposition of Rosie, the badass looking woman he'd met at a venue bar, and Miss Barnes, the secondary school history teacher, was utterly hilarious to him. He just kept picturing her standing in front of a whiteboard in her fishnets and leather miniskirt every time her job came up...and whenever he got into the shower.

   Sorry, Miss Barnes.

  Fuck off.

   Chuckling, Colson slid his phone into his pocket and let himself into the studio he was recording at.

 He was determined to finish early today; he might not get done by four, but he was hoping to get out in time to ring Rosie before he went out tonight. Maybe he couldn't work up the courage to tell her how he truly felt, but that didn't mean he didn't want to speak to her. If anything, he was hoping hearing her voice might give him the kick in the pants to come clean.

 He was keeping his fingers crossed.

      MESSAGE FROM ROSIE 🌹

I know this is a bit short notice, but can we call?

  Yeah, course. Everything okay?

      Colson waited to see if Rosie would message back, only for her number to flash up as she skipped messaging just to call him.

   "Hey, you alright?"

 'I'm good. Friday's are rough.' Rosie sighed, sounded exhausted, even though it was only quarter past twelve: 'For once I didn't have anyone in detention so I've locked the door and now I'm hiding in the cupboard at the back of the classroom.'

 Colson let out a low whistle: "That does sound rough."

 'It's not that bad. I stuck an old desk chair in here and I have a phone charger and a bar of chocolate.'

 "I meant the fact that you're hiding in a cupboard, but I'm happy you're happy in there." Colson snorted, hearing Rosie chuckle softly in return: "What on earth did the kids do to drive you this insane?"

 'Ah, it's just the time of year. No-one wants to pay attention on a Friday, and next week is the last week before they get a week off for half-term, so all the kids have turned into monsters. Well, bigger monsters than they usually are.' Rosie sighed, before audibly cheering up: 'But I didn't call to bitch about my job; I called because I wanted to speak to you. And because I think I have found the best chat-up line ever.'

 "Oh yeah?"

 'I am going to complain to iTunes about you not being this week's hottest single.'

   Colson laughed so hard that Rook poked his head through the door of the kitchen, looking confused. Colson shook his head, making Rook raise his eyebrows, only backing out when Colson flipped him off with his free hand.

 He was definitely going to bother Colson about this later, the nosy little shit, but for now Colson couldn't bring himself to care about anything other than the way Rosie was laughing at her own joke. It was fucking adorable; she sounded so happy with herself for making him laugh, it made his chest feel a little tight. She was literally the best thing to happen to him this year, and he was already so attached that he didn't want to lose her.

 The sudden realisation made him bold - he couldn't keep chickening out of talking to her. He had to tell her how he felt.

   "I mean, that's good. So good I'm not sure mine is going to stand up to it."

 'Well, we'll never know if you don't say it.'

 "Wanna grab a coffee...because I like you a latte." Colson took a deep breath: "I suppose, to make up for it not being as funny as yours...I could tell you it's a serious offer?"

   The only response was silence.

   Colson was ready to take it back, only for Rosie to clear her throat: 'Like...a date?'

 "Yeah, like a date." Colson agreed: "I mean, it doesn't have to be coffee. We could go for dinner; there's this cool restaurant that's meant to be good, or we could go do something fun, or - "

 'Dinner would be nice.'

   Colson's heart stopped.

   She agreed to dinner. She agreed to dinner!

   "That's great!" Colson swallowed, feeling the same anxiety that Rosie sounded like she was feeling, and wanting to get away from it and focus on the excitement building in his stomach: "Because you know what’s on the menu? Me 'n' u."

 Rosie groaned, but he could hear her trying not to laugh as she did so: 'That was so bad...but it was also amazing, so it's a date. Literally.'

 "It's a date."

 'I can't wait.'

 "Me either. I'll see you Friday."

      Goddamn...

   Colson saw Rosie before she saw him, standing just inside the front door to the restaurant they'd agreed to meet at, all lit up by the soft yellow-white fairy lights strung that hung in a curtain against the wall behind her. She looked like a fucking dream: in a modest black dress that she somehow managed to make look scandalous, the material hugging every inch of her, even though it covered her from neck to wrist to just below her knees. With bright red lips and scarlet shoes, Colson wasn't sure he wanted to share the sight of her with all the other guys in the restaurant. He was already half-ready to punch the dude at the front desk, who was staring at her ass while her back was turned to him.

 Instead, he quickened his pace. The sooner they were seated, the sooner that guy could fuck off and eye-fuck some other woman.

   Even though he was pissed, the look on Rosie's face when he opened the door was more than enough to calm him down: "Colson! Did you have Lucky Charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious."

 Just like that, the anger was replaced with laughter: "Damn it, that was good. You keep making jokes like that, and I'm gonna think you're a campfire - because 'cos you’re hot and I’m going to want s’more."

   Rosie laughed, and allowed him to pull her in for a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck as he tightened his around her waist. He made sure to glare at the dude who'd been staring at her ass, even though he was now looking utterly disgusted by their exchange of cheesy pick-up lines, but mostly he got distracted by the smell of Rosie's perfume. It was a new one on him, but he was pretty sure he was already addicted to the muted citrus and almost peppery smell of it.

 They reluctantly pulled apart - and Colson was thrilled that Rosie seemed just as reluctant as he was - but remained in contact by holding hands as they walked up to the little podium thing, where ass guy was currently looking down his nose at them.

   "Do you two have a reservation?"

 "Yeah, for two, under the name Baker." Colson smirked, watching the guy's face drop.

   Colson felt no remorse.

 Ass guy called over a waitress and asked her to show him and Rosie to a table upstairs, before telling them to have a good meal. Rosie smiled, albeit coolly, making Colson wonder if she'd been aware of the jackass staring at her earlier, but Colson just smirked. He wasn't usually a dick to people; he'd worked at fucking Chipotle, he knew he wasn't better than anyone, but this dude was just asking for it. Colson wrapped an arm around Rosie's waist as they walked away, letting everyone in there know exactly who she was here with. They could eat their hearts out, he was the one lucky enough to get to sit down to have dinner with her.

 Just the thought was enough to make Colson smile.

   Rosie smiled back: "Oh, wow. Did the sun come out, or did you just smile at me?"

 "Damn." Colson reached up to cover his smile with his hand, even though it was widening: "That was good. Not as much as the Lucky Charms one, but still good. Almost makes me wish I didn't ruin it by hating my smile so much."

 "I try my best." Rosie winked: "And your smile is cute!"

 "Almost as cute as you." Colson winked at her watching her cheeks turn a faint shade of pink.

 Despite her blushing, though, Rosie wasn't lost for words: "Smooth."

 "Yeah? How's this for smooth - are you Netflix? Because I could watch you for hours."

 "Not bad...but not as good as roses are red, my face is too, that only happens when I’m around you."

   Colson laughed.

 Normally he liked having the last word, because the only thing he was more than mouthy was stubborn, and he wasn't ashamed of that...but something about going back and forth with Rosie made it more entertaining to just let himself stop looking for the next thing to say and just enjoy being truly present. There was no pressure from her for him to be edgy or sharp-tongued. Although she did seem to like him when he was, she also seemed to like him when he was spouting lame chat-up lines and being a dork.

 It was impossible to put into words how good it felt to be able to relax. There weren't a lot of people Colson could let his guard down around, but in the short time he'd known her Rosie had already become one of them. With her, he felt like he could talk about what he was doing, without worrying that it was going to get back to someone it shouldn't or end up on the internet.

 They talked about what he was doing in the studio, about her least favourite class to teach and how much she dreaded the last lesson on a Friday when she had them, about their family and friends and what was happening with them. Not once did Colson worry about anything he was saying or think about censoring himself. Nothing felt like stilted or forced - with Rosie, Colson was so engrossed in their conversation that he ordered and ate on auto-pilot, barely noticing anything other than Rosie. It was like she was the center of the universe tonight, and Colson couldn't keep his eyes off of her. It literally took the waitress coming over to ask if they wanted the cheque for Colson to realise that the restaurant was almost empty.

 The waitress was all too happy to let them pay, hurrying them out the door as politely as possible, hovering as Colson helped Rosie into her jacket, and wishing them a goodnight as they headed for the stairs. They got out onto the street, standing close to the window to let the city pass them by as they spoke.

   "Thank you for a really nice night." Rosie smiled: "The thought of this literally kept me going this week, and it was the best night I've had in a long time."

 Colson felt his heart start to pick up, even as he tried to act onfident: "I'm glad it lived up to your expectations...I'm also glad you've been fantasising about me."

 Rosie laughed: "You wish. Maybe I was just thinking about the dessert."

 "In fairness, that passionfruit cheesecake you had was fucking amazing." Colson laughed back: "I'd dream about that."

 "It was the best...well, except for you." Rosie smiled, her voice softening to something sweet and genuine: "I had a really nice time tonight, Colson."

 "I did too. Honestly, I think you might be the best thing to happen to me all year...so, at the risk of ruining all of that..." Colson tailed off, leaning down to pause with his lips an inch from Rosie's: "Can I borrow a kiss? I swear I’ll give it back."

   Rosie closed the gap herself, leaning up that last inch to press their lips together.

 It was amazing.

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[motleymachinegun]

Okay I did this one like a week ago when I couldn’t sleep at 430 in the morning so I know it’s not the best but...

Imagine:

you and Colson dated for a little more than a year but broke up 9 months ago but still hook up occasionally. You started having feelings for him again so you’re being sensitive with him after seeing him at a party with Noah Cyrus.

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[riddlemethiswilliam]

MGK Fic? Fall Out Boy Fic? A MGKFOB FIC WHAT?!

Click it, you know you want to. And I post good ass, longggg ass chapters, y'all, I BRING THE GOOD SHIT. https://archiveofourown.org/users/XOKEEFE/works

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[imaginewithmgk]

i’d be lying if i said i didn’t love you

prompt; i’d be lying if i said i didn’t love you

summary: colson and y/n see each other after a messy breakup 

word count: 1,190

warnings: swearing, smut, angst

3rd Person’s P.O.V.

She leans towards the mirror, placing both hands on either side of the sink to steady herself. Her short dress is becoming shorter and shorter the more she leans over, ever so slowly showing almost half of her ass. He tries his hardest to not let his eyes wander but he can’t help it, oh how he misses seeing that ass bent over while he fucks her from behind. The beautiful girl lifts one hand and lightly traces her lipstick covered lips,

“How is this coming off already?” She mumbles to herself, disappointed that she spent an obscene amount of money on a lipstick that doesn’t last more than an hour without being touched up. She fumbles through her purse and grabs the tube, putting all her focus on the face in front of her and not looking like a clown when applying the lipstick. All he did was watch her in awe, how does she make even the simplest of tasks look so elegant? He wonders to himself. 

“Will you quit staring at me?” The girl snaps as she catches him watching her intently. She closes the lipstick and shoves it back in her purse before standing straight and pulling her dress down. She puts one leg in front of the other, attempting to leave the awkward reunion in the bathroom they used to share so many moments in. He snaps out of his trance and wraps an arm around her waist, stopping her from going anywhere. 

“Get off me!” She raises her voice and places her hands on his chest to push him away. But as soon as her hands meet the warmth, she can’t seem to pull them away. They both miss each other equally as much but put on facades so the other will never know. Instead of meeting his eyes, hers danced around the tattoos on his chest under the loose singlet he has on. The tattoos she once kissed for hours on end, the tattoos she forced him to tell her the stories of, the meanings behind them, the ones she traced on lazy Sundays they spent in bed together. He wants so badly to meet her eyes, to see what emotions are coursing through her during this moment. Would it be anger? Sadness? Regret? Guilt? That’s all he’s been trying to do since the day he met her, figure her out. 

“What do you want?” She spits as she rips herself out of his grip. 

“I just want to talk,”

“You did enough talking the day you left,” She steps back from him, creating distance because she can’t trust herself not to touch him. “Trust me, I heard every word you said. Especially the ones saying you met someone else and it didn’t matter because we were never together,” Salty tears threaten to spill at the thought of the day she has tried so hard to forget. 

“That’s not what I was trying to tell you,” The troubled boy runs a hand through his dead, fake blonde locks. 

“To be quite honest with you Colson. I don’t fucking care,” She moves back to the mirror to assess her appearance. Ever since Colson and her had parted ways, she became obsessed with herself. Not in the way most people would think but more in a, am I not good enough? kind of way. She became more involved with the social scene, she cared what people thought of her for once but acted like she didn’t, she never went in public without being in full glam because you never know who you will see. Maybe she did all this in case she saw Colson. She works harder than ever, trying to be her own person and not have to depend on anyone like she once did on Colson. She couldn’t afford to have her heartbroken again. 

“What is with you?” He raises his voice. “You’re like a completely different person,”

“That’s what heartbreak tends to do to someone,”

“Do you think you could ever forgive me?” He takes a different approach, this time appealing to her emotions instead of using force or anger. 

“Probably not,” She shrugs. She may never forgive him, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love him. She turns around to address him directly. 

“Colson you know you mean the world to me, you probably always will. But so do your words. You took advantage of my emotions back then and used me for whatever the fuck you wanted because you knew I was infatuated with you and would do anything for you no matter what,”

“Is that what you really think our relationship was?”

“Not to quote you or anything, but you said it was never a relationship remember?” She never used to be this forward but the mixture of alcohol and her newly found confidence made it so easy. She had been holding this in for so long, it was somewhat good to see him so she could finally get closure. 

“Y/N, I loved you. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love you now. I would never do that to anyone, let alone you of all people! I would never take advantage of your emotions or use you. I know how infatuated with me you were and that you would do anything for me but guess what? I felt the same fucking way. That day you never listened to the full story, you didn’t let me explain. 

I will admit that I had a fucked up week and I was angry, I was pissed off at the world and I took it out on you. That was wrong of me. I got all my words mixed up and told you it was never a relationship, without telling you I wanted it to be. I told you I met someone else without telling you it was Megan, and it was a PR stunt. I was so frustrated at you for leaving without giving me a chance to explain and as I said before, I was in a bad place. Those are my pathetic reasons for not contacting you but since I’m spilling my guts to you right now I might as well tell you I was scared. 

That was the main reason I didn’t pursue us after that fight. But now I’ve left it too late, we’re entirely different people.”

“Colson- I- I don’t know what to say,” She stands there shocked, all those months of resentment just because they couldn’t communicate properly. She was torn between forgiving him and jumping into his arms or forgetting this whole night and going back to using her resentment towards him as motivation to improve herself, to better herself. 

“Then don’t say anything,” He mutters as he walks towards her, placing his hand on the side of her face. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” She mumbles.

“Then stop me,” He begins to lean down but she doesn’t stop him, she doesn’t want to. Their lips connect and the pair feel the outside world slow down and become irrelevant. All that matters is that they’re sharing this moment together. 

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[hollywoodxwhore]

Ours - Epilogue

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: mentions of mental illness (PTSD, anxiety), mentions of therapy, short & sweet with fluff

I can't believe I'm wrapping up the second part of this story. It's wild to me how much y'all loved this and even more wild that I've decided to write a third part! You might be able to guess the title after reading the epilogue. Thank you all so very much for your support!

Colson

Three Months Later 

Presley received a diagnosis of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. PTSD.

I should’ve seen it coming. All the signs were there. At least now we have a name for what’s happening, as well as a treatment plan. 

Couples therapy once a week. Individual cognitive behavior therapy twice a week. Medication for panic attacks as needed as well as a daily anxiety pill. I find myself feeling very thankful for our financial situation. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to get help for people who don’t make much money. That’s why there's such a mental health crisis in our country. As mad as it makes me, I’m relieved that I can provide support for my wife.

At our first couples therapy session, we both cried. A lot. Presley admitted that she blames herself for the choice I almost made. She can’t let go of the fact that if Cash hadn’t shown up, I would’ve gone through with it. The therapist told her that if we always live in a world of what-ifs, then we can never live in the present. It’s something we’ve been working on ever since.

We’re closer than ever after what happened. We’re so good at talking things out and taking care of each other. We’re at the point where I can leave the house without Pres if I need to as long as I give her a heads up. It’s not like she’s “healed” yet. Healing is a long process but I’m confident we can get there.

The boys and I are going on tour finally. We delayed it because of everything that happened, but when we finally put tickets on sale, everything sold out fast. Somehow, the whole Megan situation brought us more fans. I’m not complaining. We’ve even added a couple of dates at bigger places and those are almost sold out, too. It’s crazy and surreal and I’m so proud of us.

Presley is going to come on tour with us, and this time, she’ll be around for the whole tour. I loved touring with Pres. I loved coming backstage to find her there, to catch her in my arms. It means so much to look out and see her smiling back at me, singing all my songs. It fills my heart with so much love that I don’t even know what to do with it. 

We leave tomorrow. I’ve been packing all day and Presley is due home any time. She went out for lunch with Olivia. Once a week, she’s encouraged to leave the house without me. She’s been following the plan religiously and doing such a good job, but I do miss her. I can’t wait to see her, to hold her. I can’t wait to have her on tour with me. 

Just as I zip up my suitcase, I hear the front door open and I smile, eager to see my girl. I rush out of my room and jog down the stairs, but I stop in my tracks when I see my wife. Something is off. 

She stands stiffly in the doorway holding an envelope with something inside of it. My brow furrows as I glance at the envelope and then up at her face. She looks worried but also…happy? Her eyes are especially bright today. 

“Pres?” I question, walking closer. I place my hands on her waist. 

“Hey, babe,” she says quietly. Her voice shakes a little.

I frown at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I…um…” She bites her lip and then hands me the envelope. “Just open it.”

Confused, I take a step back from her so I have room to reach into the envelope. My brow furrows when I pull out…a Covid test? “Shit, baby,” I say, stomach dropping. “You have Covid?”

She shakes her head, face screwing up in confusion. “What? What are you talking about?” 

“This is a positive Covid te–” I stop in my tracks when I realize what a fucking dumbass I am. I look at the test again, my eyes going so huge it must look comical. This is not a Covid test. No, it’s got a pink cap and a screen with a plus sign. I lift my eyes to Presley, my own dangerously close to shedding tears. “Presley…” I breathe.

Presley lets out a little laugh as her own eyes fill with tears. “Yeah.”

“Is this…this is real?” I ask, bouncing on my toes. “Are you sure?”

Presley giggles and the tears finally spill down her cheeks. “This is one of three tests I took. All positive,” she says. She takes it from my hand and sets it on a little table by our front door. Then, her jade eyes find mine again. “Colson,” she says, then takes a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”

Time stands still. My heart suddenly feels too big for my chest, like it’s going to explode out of me. My palms tingle and elation builds in my stomach. “R-really?” I ask quietly. 

Presley nods, lip quivering, but she smiles. “We’re having a baby, Colson. You’re going to be a dad.”

It’s those words that finally break me out of my trance. I lunge forward and heave my girl into my arms. She shrieks as I lift her up, her legs surrounding my waist. I laugh and kiss her hard, rocking her in my arms. My tears spill out, too. A baby. I’m going to be a dad. We’re going to be parents.

“I know we’re going on tour and it’s not the best time,” she says breathlessly against my lips.

I shake my head. “It’s the perfect time,” I say, because I don’t care what’s happening in our lives. We’re having a baby. I laugh again and kiss her lips, holding the back of her head while my other arm holds her up. 

“So you’re happy?” she asks.

“God, Pres,” I laugh. “I’m fucking ecstatic. This is the best day of my life!”

Presley laughs tearfully and nods. “Mine, too.”

“I love you,” I say, kissing her again. “So much.” When I pull back from the kiss, I glance down between us. I set Presley on her feet and sink to my knees. My hands go to her belly, still flat and toned, but soon enough, it’ll be perfectly round, carrying our child. I smile to myself and press a kiss to her belly. Presley runs her hands through my hair and looks at me lovingly.

I take a shaky breath and look at her stomach. “Little bean,” I say softly, “this world is yours.”

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[thegreatlarryfisherman]

Angel In A Centerfold

Summary: MGK's friends find out you have an OnlyFans and that he is one of your most loyal subscribers. Only problem.. You have no idea.

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Teaser:

“Has she posted yet?” Rook called out and Colson frowned at his phone before he glanced up.

“What?”

“Your little secret crush. I know you’re on her Onlyfans again, you filthy fucking pervert.” Rook smiled crookedly as he pointed his drumsticks at Colson before he pushed them into their case. 

“Nah, it ain’t even like that.” Colson called back dismissively. But it was like that. It was the way it took all of his strength not the groan out loud as his finger had stilled his scrolling with his thumb right on the curve of another perfect back shot you’d posted. He’d wished he could sink his teeth in that perfect ass.

“She ain’t posted in a while so I was just.. you know. Checkin.” He murmured before he fired off one of his daily fifteen (pitiful) message to you. 

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[crystalbaby12]

Have no fics completed but you can bet your ass that I had another idea and started writing a new one 😂 Don't worry might have a part 1 out soon (Though in my defense, I've been busy and tired. Please forgive meee 😊)

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[propertyofnikkisthighs]

She’s My Collar pt. 5

So I was gonna try to upload an update for both fics, but I’m still feeling yucky so have this chapter for now which I’m sorry if it’s not great, the next one will be better I promise lol.

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“Miss did you hear me?” The officer in front of me grunts.

“I’m sorry could you repeat the question for me?” I ask shyly focusing on him and not Kevin shouting and thrashing as the other cops are shoving him into the police car.

“I asked you if you could give me your recount of the events that took place tonight.”

“Oh right. Well…”

The flames are starting the consume the curtains and spread across the carpet as Tommy and I round the corner from my bedroom. I make a beeline for the kitchen to grab the extinguisher I had luckily purchased when Nikki started lighting himself on fire in their apartment. I toss it to Tommy and he gets everything currently on fire doused with the foamy liquid. 

“What the fuck?” He wonders aloud as he reaches down picking up a broken bottle out of the mess. “River who the fuck would throw a moltov cocktail in your apartment?”

It’s like Loki the God of chaos himself is answering him when my door is kicked in and Kevin sways in full of intoxicated rage. He spots me frozen with fear against the fridge and begins to stomp towards me.

“You fucking good for nothing cunt I should’ve killed you when I had the chance” He screams and lunges towards me but is knocked to the ground by Tommy tackling him.

Tommy’s fist is covered in blood by the time I can get him pulled off Kevin and he spits on him as I get him pulled out of there just in time for the police and fire department to be pulling into the parking lot.

“We’ll be in touch.” The man hands me his card with his info on it before getting in his car and leaving.

Tommy is silent as we walk back to my apartment for me to inspect the damage done. My plants near my window scorched and my carpet destroyed is enough to send me over the edge. I collapse in the fetal position and let myself break down for the first time since the chaos began. I feel Tommy lay on the ground next to me and wrap his arms around me letting me have my moment. 

“Thank you.” I hoarsely let out.

“I told you that you were stuck with us guys for the rest of your life especially me.” He pressed a small kiss to my shoulder and butterflies filled my stomach.

“Let's get off the ground.” I sniffle the both of us sitting back up slowly and eventually clambering back into my bed. 

He pulls me against his body and rests his chin on the top of my head, the soft movement of him breathing lulling me to sleep.

“It’s the goddamn principal of the matter.” Nikki ranted as he paced through my living room while I tried to enjoy my morning coffee.

“So tell Vince you’re pissed.”

“No I can’t let him think he won. He needs to think I never wanted Beth in the first place.” He scoffed.

“Did you want Beth?”

“She gives great blowjobs. That’s why I suggested a threesome in the first place.” He plops into one of my chairs looking up at the ceiling.

“Listen Nikki I’m gonna be brutally honest since we’re friends and you would be with me, this is your fault for opening up your girlfriend to Vince Neil.”

“I hate it when you’re right you know that?”

“You’ll find a new groupie to fuck Nikki you’ll be fine. Now we gotta get to the studio you boys have photos for the album we need to take today.”

The boys had finished recording their first album by the grace of God himself. They spent the entire few days in the studio drunk and pissing off their sketchball manager, but by the end of it they had a full blown album that didn’t take much money to produce. They even got to save money on photos for the album since I was their personal photographer, which aforementioned sketchball was thrilled about. His name was Alan, but I didn’t have a good feeling about him so I rarely referred to him by his name, not to his face.

“My hair isn’t going to show!” Vince pouted in front of the (awful) white background Alan had thrown together for their album pictures.

“It’ll be fine Vinnie we’re gonna get them edited by a professional.” He quipped from beside me.

“Excuse me?” I ask unaware he was having somebody else  edit my photos.

“Well yeah sweetheart you expect me to trust the work of an amature to look good enough without editing? You’re out of your mind.” 

“Listen here you sweaty ass-” I’m cut off by Tommy’s hand covering my mouth blocking the next slew of insults I had prepared.

“Let's take 5 for a cigarette break” He says cheerfully and leads me away still covering my mouth.

“You can stop licking my hand thinking that is gonna make me move it from your mouth you know.” Tommy says after dragging me outside the building we were shooting in. I pull away from him and fix him with a death glare that he just chuckles at lighting up a cigarette.

“I don’t want someone else to fuck with my photos Tommy. They’ll ruin it, I just know it.”

“It’ll be fine Riv. Besides if it’s fucked up then next time Alan can pay you more to do the photos and the editing.”

“Yeah that cheap bastard isn’t about to pay me more for jack shit Tommy.” I roll my eyes and pace back and forth in front of him. “Are you guys sure you want him as your manager? He gives me a weird feeling.”

“I think you’re paranoid babe” Tommy pulled me close and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Now lets get through this photoshoot so we can party it up later alright?”

“As much as I hate The Troubadour sometimes, yes I’m willing to get through the rest of the photoshoot so that we can go ‘party it up’ with the boys there” I tease and lean in close to him.

Tommy’s intoxicating scent of leather, cigarettes, and the men’s body wash I’ve been getting him to use pulls me in and I tuck my face into his neck and place a soft kiss there. He hums as his hand plays softly in my hair and he pulls slightly to tilt my head up. Our lips connect in a soft peck and he pulls away to stroke my cheek with his thumb.

When I walk back in Alan was nowhere to be found, which was perfect for me so that I could get my work done faster. Vince it seems has also finished his little temper tantrum as well. The rest of the shoot goes by without a hitch and we get our final shot for the cover of the album, which was just a close up shot of Vince’s crotch. By the time we get done and piled into my car it’s about time to get ready for the party the boys were throwing for completing the album and releasing it themselves on their own record label.

“Are you Nikki Sixx?” A voice off to the side of Nikki calls and he turns from our conversation with a shit eating grin giving her a single “no”  in response.

“Oh well that’s a shame cause I was going to split this quaalude with him.” She shrugs and goes to move on, but Nikki quickly stops her and confirms he in fact is Nikki Sixx and he was just fucking with her.

I watch her smile and bite her drug in half placing the other half onto Nikki’s tongue and he looks like he just might be falling in love for the first time. I look around and see Vince and Beth wrapped up together and Mick nursing his bottle of vodka, but I can’t find Tommy. I make my way through the crowd up to the bar and I don’t spot the tall brunette anywhere. He could just be outside smoking a cigarette, I tell myself feeling the bits of insecurity start to blossom in my head. 

“Two Jack and Cokes please” I say to the bartender when I finally get his attention. I figure if I go to find Tommy with a drink in hand it makes me look less like a crazy person.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing ordering your own drinks?” The man to my left says and I have to put effort into not rolling my eyes.

“Well nothing on me is broken so I’m more than capable of getting my own drinks” I shoot back trying to walk away, but his hand comes up to block me from going forward.

“I’m just saying if you got a man he should be catering to you. What’s your name goddess?” His sickening grin shows teeth all too white against far too tan of skin. 

“Her name is none of your business.” A deep huff comes from behind me and I turn to see Mick casually leaning against the bar.

“What are you her fucking dad?” The overly bronze man snaps.

“I’m trying to help you, but if you don’t want to keep all your fucking teeth that’s your dumbass decision.” Mick chuckles and tips his head to Tommy making his way towards us already sending hate eyes to the man next to me.

“You should listen to the man.” I shrug. “He fights.” I nod toward Tommy for emphasis.

The man looks like he’s about to argue when I feel Tommy slide his arm across my shoulders.

“This guy bothering you babe?” He asks sipping the drink in my hand never breaking eye contact with the strange guy with a look that said ‘one wrong move and I’ll kill you.

I smile like a cat that just caught a mouse and sip my drink as well.

My back hits the back wall of the closet as Tommy tries to find a secure place to hold my body so he can kiss me and grind into me at the same time.

“Fuck can I get this kind of reaction everytime I stick up for you.” Tommy pants breaking away from our kissing to catch his breath.

He hisses as I grind against him while pulling his hair back to expose his neck to me. I take the opportunity to nip at the skin there and feel the rumbling of another groan pass through him. Tommy begins to unlace his pants and suddenly the realization of how public we are hits me. Right as a worker opens the closet door to be exact.

“Ah I’m so sorry!” I yelp climbing off Tommy and rushing out of the closet and out the back door. Tommy is hot on my tail quickly catching up with the help of his long ass legs.

“Come on.” Tommy begins leading me to my car. “We’re going to your apartment to finish this.

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[written-on-the-trees]

What Do You Call A Bad Popcorn Joke? - Machine Gun Kelly Fan Fiction

Prompt: Popcorn String

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1050 words

Summary: It's Colson's first Christmas with Rosie and Casie, but that doesn't mean that everything's new. Traditional decorations are important...as are terrible jokes.

Note: This story is an official part of a series I’ve published on Ao3 and Wattpad but for some reason not Tumblr...I think next year I’m going to try and make sure everything is everywhere, but until then, enjoy all the terrible jokes I could pack into 1000 words and check it out in those other places if you’re interested in some equally terrible pick-up lines.

    It was no secret that Colson had once been dirt poor.

  There had been more than one occasion where he’d only eaten because there had been leftovers from work, or when he hadn’t been able to pay the heating bill and he’d had to heat up pans of water to shower, or when Casie had needed new shoes and Colson had had to go begging to a thrift store to discount the already dirt-cheap shoes they had because he literally had seven dollars to his name. It had been particularly bad at Christmas.

 He hadn’t even had a tree the first year after he’d broken up with Casie’s mum…but that didn’t mean he hadn’t tried. He’d spent fucking hours with sheets of old newspaper, the remains of the red wrapping paper he’d used to wrap Casie’s present, and green paper, making paper chains. He’d strung popcorn onto thread. He cut snowflakes into newspaper. He done everything he could to make their apartment as Christmas-y as he could, even though he was dirt poor. Casie had deserved the best Christmas Colson could give her - and even though it had made him feel like shit that he couldn’t give her all the presents and lights and sparkle, he’d always tried his hardest to make the holiday magical for her.

 It was insane how much things had changed.

 This year he was sitting in an apartment in London, watching the two most important women in his life decorating the shit out of everything they could.

 Colson couldn’t remember being happier, except for maybe the first time he’d held Casie. The fact that his daughter was so in love with his girlfriend was the best Christmas present he could ask for. Better than the big tree decorated with ornaments - “baubles, dad, Rosie says they’re called baubles” - and tinsel and lights in every shade of pink, better than the small mountain of gifts from friends and family waiting to be put under that tree, better than all the great things that had happened to him this year…the fact that Casie was smiling and laughing with Rosie was just…the best.

   “Oi, Skellington Jack, get your long legs over here.”

 “Yeah, dad! We need your help.”

 “Skellington Jack? Really?” Colson laughed, even as he got up to go and help the girls with the finishing touch on the tree.

   The string of popcorn.

 Casie had insisted on bringing it with them when she heard that they were going to be spending Christmas in London; they’d put it up every year, even now Colson had money for real decorations - good ones, too - and Casie hadn’t wanted to leave it in California when they were hundreds of miles away.

 She had carefully lifted it out of her suitcase when Rosie had announced they were spending the weekend decorating, and carefully asked Rosie if they could put it up - and because Rosie was possibly the best woman Colson knew, she had not only promised Casie that it would have pride of place, but she was making sure she kept her promise. They were putting it on last of all, making sure nothing went on top of it, and Colson had no idea how to tell Rosie how touched he was by the fact she was taking Casie’s Christmas tradition so seriously.

 He’d had some girlfriends who didn’t even want to acknowledge Casie…although ‘girlfriend’ might be too strong a word for what they had been to him. Rosie, though, had greeted his daughter with a warm smile and a terrible joke, and Casie had warmed up to her straight away: terrible jokes and all.

 Not that Colson could judge her for that.

   “Hey, Rosie, wanna hear a joke?”

   Casie groaned, and Colson just grinned.

   Rosie was just as bad, smirking at the way Casie was rolling her eyes at them: “If it is what I think it is…nah, it’ll be too corny.”

 “Hey, what did that pop out of?”

 “I dunno. Maybe it was because I got lost in a cornfield once.” Rosie grinned slyly: “Although I had to admit, I felt pretty a-maze-ing when I found my way out.”

 Casie rolled her eyes so hard Colson thought they might roll out of her head: “You guys are literally the worst. You’re both cheesier than the pizza we had for lunch.”

 Colson, far from his discouraged by his daughter’s teenage grumbling, saw an opportunity and he took it: “Hey Casie, what’s a popcorn's favourite pizza topping?

 “Dad, no…”

 “Popperoni!”

   Casie actually smacked him, but she was laughing in spite of herself, so Colson was taking that as a win. He took it as even more of a win when she made him pick her up so she could finish wrapping their popcorn string around the top of the tree, before he let her down and they all stepped back to admire their handiwork.

 Even for someone who had spent most the afternoon following directions, Colson thought they had done pretty good.

 He wrapped one arm around Casie’s shoulders, and the other around Rosie’s shoulders, and pulled them into his side for a hug. All was peaceful for a few seconds, the three of them basking in the good job they had done together…before Colson decided to chat shit.

   “Well, ladies, once again: I have created a masterpiece.”

 “Yeah, by staying out of the way you made sure you didn’t break anything.” Rosie snarked back immediately, as Casie laughed: “Well done you.”

 Colson nodded sagely: “It was a very important task.”

   They all laughed, before flopping down on the couch, and Colson reached for the remote so he could find a terrible Christmas film the three of them could bitch about. As far as Colson was concerned, he’d literally had the best day of his whole year - maybe his entire decade. He was surrounded by his two favourite people, Christmas cheer, and a sense of contentment that felt like it was warming him right to the bones. Colson didn’t think he could be happier if he tried.

 It was shaping up to be a wonderful Christmas…and Colson was confident that it would only get better from here.

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[motleymachinegun]

Could you do a text where the reader is drunk and texting colson to ask him to come get her? And he's all teasing her for being drunk but it's really cute?💙

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[nikki-fucking-sixx]

Always (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

“Honey, what’s the plan for dinner?” You turned your head to see your husband on the couch smiling at you. You picked your infant daughter, Sonja, up from her playpen and held her at your hip as you walked over to your husband’s side at the couch.

“Hmmm,” You were not particularly picky, “Let’s order in. This little lady has been running me ragged all day,” You say, smiling at your beautiful little girl. She smiled back at you before giving your hair a tiny tug. You put Sonja on your lap before resting your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted from motherly duties. You looked over at the clock to see it was only 5:00. God, what the fuck has happened to you? Before you met Chris, you were sneaking backstage at concerts to do cocaine with rockstars. Now, your life was diapers and Disney. You didn’t mind it, you loved your little girl more than anything in the world. And Chris, he was the perfect husband and you loved him with all your heart, but your life felt emptier than it used to be. 

“Chris, would you mind watching Sonja for a second? I’m going to take a quick nap.” He nodded and you handed her off to him. You dragged your tired body off the couch and wandered up the stairs to your bedroom and collapsed. Parenthood was exhausting. You were up at all hours of the night caring for Sonja, changing her, burping her, feeding her, it never seemed to stop. You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling. You missed your old life sometimes. 

Well, there was one person you missed specifically. You met Nikki when you were 19 while backstage at a Motley Crue concert in 1981. You two spent the whole night together talking, drinking, fucking, laughing and actually finding out who this dark mysterious man was. When you woke up the next morning you snuck out the window. You did not want to, but a man like Nikki would never want to see you again. After a week, he found you. You remember laughing as he walked into the restaurant you worked at, asking you out on a date. You were baffled to say the least, but you obviously said yes. 

The ten months you two spent together were some of the wildest times in your life. You partied almost every night of the week as the rock and roll lifestyle encapsulated you. You never slept but when you did it was beside him. The lows were low with Nikki. The fights were heated and objects were thrown. But, the highs were so damn high. You had never felt more loved than you did when he held you in his arms and told you how beautiful you were.

But, good things never last forever. When you saw him kissing that girl, you knew it was over. There was no reason for you to be treated that way, and he knew that too. You were gone the next morning and you never saw him again. A three months later you met Chris and a year later you were married. 

It has been five years since you last saw Nikki but you still thought about him every so often. How he was, who he was with, what life would have been like with him. You took a deep breath and began to close your eyes, letting your mind wander away from the one that got away. Then the phone rang. You sighed and rolled over.

“Hello?”

“Hey, babe. Long-time no see.” You immediately recognized the voice of your best friend Diana. 

“Yeah it’s been a second. How are you?” You have gotten very good at small talk in recent years.

“I was actually calling to see if you wanted to come out with me tonight.” You couldn’t help but laugh. It was 5:30 on a Saturday, prime family time. 

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” She let out an annoyed huff.

“C’mon (Y/N), you’re 25! This is the age where you’re still allowed to have fun.” 

“I have a baby Diana, I gotta stay in and look after her.” 

“Have Chris take on some responsibility! That’s part of this whole marriage thing, right?” You rolled your eyes. She really was far away from the whole committed relationship thing. 

“I just really think that I should-” 

“It’s a Motley Crue concert and I have an extra ticket. I think you should go.” There was a pause. Your mind was going one million miles per hour but your lips could not move, but there was so much you wanted to say. 

“Di… we both know that that’s a bad idea.” 

“It’s not like you’re going to actually do anything. We’ll just go to the concert and then go home.” She was right. You didn’t have to speak to him or any of them. You could just watch the concert, unwind a bit. It really did sound like an attractive idea.

“Let me call you back, ok?” 

“Alright, just don’t pussy out on me.” You hung up the phone before making your way downstairs to see Chris bouncing Sonja on his lap. She was smiling and laughing as he sang the words to a Beatles song to her. You could not help but stare and feel a warm sense of joy in your stomach. Chris looked up at you and smiled.

“Who was that on the phone?” 

“It was Diana, she asked me if I wanted to go out tonight.” The feeling of pure happiness from before started to disappear as nerves settled in. “But obviously that’s crazy because I have to stay in with Sonja.” Chris shrugged.

“You stay in all day with her while I’m at work,” He blew a raspberry at her causing Sonja to give a big toothless grin. “I could use some baby time.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Go out and have some fun.” You leaned in and gave him a light kiss, smiling into it. 

“You’re the best.” He gave a small laugh.

“ And I love you too.” You got up and began getting ready, excited for what the night had in store.

Diana picked you up at 9:00 outside your house. Picking something to wear that night was next to impossible. You were a mom now, you couldn’t wear those low cut tops you used to wear. You decided on boots, jeans and a somewhat modest crop top. When you walked out Diana gave a whistle.

“Now that’s a hot Momma!” You smiled as you compared your outfit to hers. She had on heels, jeans and a shirt that left nothing to the imagination. You wished you could be in something like that. You hopped in beside her.

“Ready to go?” 

“Hell yeah! Let’s paint the town red.” Diana yelled as she sped off. Once you both got inside the venue all you could pay attention to was the vast amount of people. There seemed to be wall to wall people. You had no idea how you would fit into this crowd, literally and metaphorically. 

But, once the music blasted, you felt everything around you melt away. You were that 19 year old all over again yelling for longer guitar solos and louder vocals. The band itself seemed like a blur. It wasn’t until your vision focused that you saw him. 

Nikki. 

He was just as you remembered. His hair was dark and big; his eyes held mysteries that you only knew the beginning of; his intensity never seemed to stay from the bass. And he was still a fucking mess, just as you liked. 

You could not help but become very aware of what you were wearing. You were probably the most covered up woman in that whole venue. Everywhere you looked you saw skin and cleavage and here you were dressed like, well, a mom. He did not even seem to notice you as his eyes went from girl to girl, looking for the sexiest thing in the audience. That was Nikki though, what did you expect? 

Diana seemed to notice your sudden awkwardness, turning to you and giving you a concerned look. You shook your head and smiled.

“I’m fine, just feeling a little old.” She rolled her eyes at you.

“Then act young.” At that, she pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels from her purse, “Let loose a little.” You grabbed the bottle from her and immediately took a giant swig. God, you missed the taste of dark liquor. The contents of that bottle went very quickly, mostly thanks to you. The buzz was setting in and you could not help but smile and dance like an idiot; however, you still would not let yourself look at Nikki again. It would just make you feel like you did all those years ago. You let your gaze stay on Vince as he ruled the stage. He really did know how to work the crowd, especially when more than half of them wanted to fuck him. You felt your dancing become more sporadic as their set wore on to the point that you felt yourself lose your footing. You hit the ground quickly.

“Shit (Y/N), are you ok?” You got up laughing and nodding.

“Yeah I’m fucking fine!” Once you got your head back up, you let your eyes wander and that’s when they met with his. Even in your drunken state, you could see the shock on his face. He never expected to see you again. After you told him to fuck off, you moved. There was no way he was going to hurt you again. But then, here you two were, in a room filled with thousands of people but only seeing each other. Fuck.

You had to go. This was a bad idea. What were you even thinking? All these thoughts raced through your head as you ran out of the crowd. You had to get out of here. The more you ran through the venue, the drunker you realized you were as you quickly became very lost. You found yourself in a relatively empty hallway filled with music equipment and stagehands. You did not give a shit. Your back hit the stone wall and you began to sob into your hands. You didn’t care that your mascara was running down your cheeks or that you sounded like a dying animal, you felt like absolute shit. So, the tears flowed more than they have in the past five years. You felt like a stupid young girl again. 

You were so hung up in your thoughts that you didn’t seem to hear footsteps coming down the hallway. You definitely did not notice when they stopped in front of you.

“Never thought I’d see you again.” The tears froze. You did not want to look up but your body betrayed you. There he was, looking as handsome as ever. You sniffed, trying to recompose yourself.

“Believe me, this was not my idea.” His face seemed expressionless.

“Then why are you even here?” There was disappointment in his voice. You weren’t sure if it was because of you, the situation or God knows what. 

“I honestly don’t know,” You brushed a hand across your cheek. “God I knew I shouldn’t have come.” You start to turn away but feel a hand grab onto your wrist.

“No,” His voice boomed through the empty hallway, making it feel full, “I’m glad you came.” You didn’t pull away from his touch, instead you turned to him, finally getting the courage to look into his eyes again. Even when his face seemed blank, his eyes always gave him away. 

“Nikki, you haven’t seen me in five years. You don’t even know who I am anymore.” That’s when you noticed him look down at your hand. More specially, at your wedding ring. You did not know what to do. Apologize? Laugh? Cry? You never thought you would have to have this conversation. You could tell he didn’t think so too. His posture stiffened as he took your hand into his, rolling the ring around in his finger.

“I guess I don’t,” He couldn’t keep his eyes off of it, “What’s his name?”

“Chris,” He looked up at you again. Your eyes had not left his face.

“When did this happen?” 

“A few months after you…” Your voice trailed off as your mind was filled with the image of Nikki’s lips on that girl. He could see where your mind was going and let go of your hand. You pulled it close to your chest like a security blanket. You did not know what to say, so your mind went to the first thing that makes you happy every morning. 

“I have a daughter.” Your hand plunged into your purse, pulling out a picture of your beautiful little girl, “Her name is Sonja, she’s six months old.” His hands wrapped around the photograph. His eyes stared at the picture of your baby. He could not seem to look at anything else except your smiling little girl. 

“Why are you showing me this?” He looked back up at you, his eyes now filled with anger.

“I-I just-” 

“Why the fuck are you showing me this?” He screamed, throwing the picture on the ground, “Are you trying to make me jealous of your fucking perfect family? I get it, you have the white picket fence life and some small-dicked corporate husband who doesn’t know how to fuck you. It’s really perfect isn’t it?” You could feel the rage building up in you. 

“Hey, it’s not your place to be jealous.” You wanted to hit him. “You lost that right when you fucked that whore!”

“Oh and now you want to have this argument again,” He stepped closer to you. “I’m a fucking rockstar, (Y/N). How can you expect women to not throw themselves at me?” He was in your face now.

“They don’t want you Nikki! They just want to use you as some story to tell.” He let out a bitter laugh.

“At least those girls are doing something with their lives instead of taking on the role as some bored fucking housewife. Who even are you anymo-” You didn’t want to hear it. Your hand made contact with his cheek. You both froze in shock, unsure of what to do next. 

“Shut the fuck up Nikki.” It came out as a whisper. You wanted to walk away now, but you couldn’t. He took a deep breath before bending down and picking the picture back up. He held it in his hands, grasping it like it was his. He looked back down at your daughter’s face.

“She really is beautiful,” He fidgeted with the edges of the photograph, not letting his eyes leave it, “Just like her mom.” 

“Yeah, she is.” He looked back up at you.

“I really thought that…” He paused, his eyes going to the ground. “You and I would be having one of these one day.” And there he was. The Nikki you always came back to.

“I did too.” His hand reached out and touched yours. Your fingers immediately entangled.

“I loved you so much, (Y/N),” Your eyes met again. “I still do.”

“I think I should go.” You didn’t want to but you had to. For Sonja. 

“I understand, Sonja needs a mom.” You nodded, took your hand back and turned away, ready to walk down that hallway. Before you could take your first step, you felt a pair of familiar hands grasp your waist and turn you around. Then his lips touched yours. The passion that was there all those years ago was still in that kiss. You couldn’t help but let your hand rest on his cheek, just like you used to. Every bone in your body wanted to stay. To run away with this imperfectly perfect man. When his lips left yours, your breath seemed to catch and hold in your throat. His forehead touched yours.

“I’ll always love you, Nikki,” A tear rolled down your cheek, “Always.” His thumb dried it away. 

“Go home, baby.” And that was goodbye. Goodbye from the rockstar life. Goodbye from your youth.

Goodbye from Nikki.

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