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daydreamingatnight209 · 11 months
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“His Night”
MGK x Female Reader
Warnings - Angst, mentions of mental illness and anxiety but fluffy ending. 💕
Prompts used - Credit goes to original creators :
1) “Wait don’t pull away … not yet”
2) it’s nearly 2am, what are you doing up”
3) “I didn’t ruin tonight did I?”
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You can’t help but smile fondly at your boyfriend as he enters his element in the home based studio. You admire his talent, creativity and dedication. Even with a jam packed day full of single promo and an award ceremony this evening he still finds time to complete another part of his upcoming album.
You leave him to his business, walking back into the main house you, him and his team all share. Sometimes it felt like a college frat house but deep down you knew you wouldn’t want it any other way.
An hour or so later and a few episodes down from your newest Netflix obsession, Kells comes up from behind the sofa and wraps his arm around your small frame. Leaning around to kiss your forehead he asks you the question that’s been rattling around your head the past few days.
“Hey baby, did you give any thought to tonight, you wanna come with me?”
His voice was soft with a hint of nervous energy as if the question was going to make you bolt and if you was being honest you couldn’t trust yourself not to run.
You loved Colson with all your being, he was so kind and loving and everything you wanted in a man and a relationship but this didn’t mean you didn’t find his lifestyle hard.
His talent deserved to be known by the world and he had such an amazing community of fans that were like his family.
What you found difficult was the constant spotlight and invasion of your privacy. You weren’t oblivious, you knew that dating a celebrity would come with feelings like this, but to you he wasn’t this big famous star he was just Colson. Your Colson.
To try and regain some control of your life you tend to avoid the spotlight as much as possible. Meaning no public interviews, trying to ignore paparazzi and staying away as often as possible from red carpets. The odd time you were seen out at these events were at your boyfriends request. He thrived from showing you off to the world and the love that flows between the both of you. You could never really say no to the rapper which is what lead to your answer.
Taking a deep breath, you look up to him with an anxious smile.
“Sure baby, I know it’s important to you”
Your heart became a puddle as his eyes lit up with excitement.
He leaps from his spot behind you and launches into a bear hug. You squeal from underneath him as his tall body squashes yours. He peppers your face with kisses before sitting up and looking at you with sincerity.
“I promise, hand on heart, I will not leave your side all night”
This eases your anxiety a little, knowing that Colson is always true to his word.
Come 5pm everyone is suited and booted and waiting by the door.
You take one last look in the mirror, smoothing down your hair as you try and control your breathing before stepping out of the bedroom and making your way down the staircase.
You find Colson waiting at the bottom, his mouth wide open in shock.
When you reach the bottom you gently tap his chin upwards to close it.
“Close your mouth darlin’ you’ll catch flies” you attempt at a joke to lighten your sensing dread.
The man you love just stares you up and down continuously as if he can’t escape his shock.
“You look … absolutely exquisite, oh my god. I can’t believe you are mine” he breaths.
You blush deeply. No matter how many times you receive compliments you still go extremely shy, never knowing what to say.
“Come on lovebirds! We need to get going” both Slim and Rook shout from the hallway, causing you both to snap out of the moment.
Colson takes your hand and leads you forward towards the door and the car waiting outside to transport everyone to the award show.
Upon arrival your heart begun racing and you almost refuse to get out the car all together.
Sensing your hesitation, Colson rests his hand on your leg, knowing you’d grab it for comfort.
With his free hand he holds your face, forcing you to look at him directly.
“I promise I’ve got you. Just stay close and you will be just fine. I won’t let anything happen to you”
You nod and force yourself from the vehicle and onto the event sight.
Without the shelter of the car you are suddenly blinded by the multiple lights and cameras. Paparazzi pounce on you immediately even though Colson and the group do their best to protect you from the harsh lights and comments.
“Kells are you excited to be here tonight?”
“Do you expect to win anything tonight, we hear you are nominated!”
“Give us a smile Y/N”
“How about a kiss for the cameras huh?”
“Y/N it’s been awhile since we’ve seen you, is everything okay with the relationship?”
Sensing the change in my body language as I start to become overstimulated with all the commotion, your rockstar man envelopes you into a full body hug. I breath in his scent to calm myself for what felt like the 100th time that night.
His actions lead to another onslaught of comments from the camera men but this time you manage to ignore them. Focusing on how safe being in your lovers arms always makes you feel.
He goes to pull away but you don’t feel ready. You look into his ocean eyes, a slight plea in your own.
“Wait don’t pull away … not yet” you whisper so gently that you were unsure if he even heard you. He gave you confirmation by giving your hand a squeeze and allowing the hug to continue for another moment longer.
Knowing that you had to move on you force your feet to move forward. Noticing that you are taking control of your fears, Colson lets you lead but keep ahold of your hand, letting you know silently that he’s there if you need him.
You quickly move down the red carpet and are grateful that Ashleigh guides you to your seat while kells handles the press.
The night goes smoothly and soon it’s the final award of the night - Music Award for Top Rock Album.
“And the winner is …. MACHINE GUN KELLY.”
Forgetting where you were momentarily you couldn’t help yourself as you smush your face into your boyfriends and give him a kiss in front of every single person in the event. Colson keeps the kiss going as he lifts you from the ground with ease and spins you in his arms. He has a huge grin that covers his face and even though you know he hates his smile he doesn’t attempt to cover it.
You watch, filled with pride as he makes his way to the stage to accept his award.
“I would like to thank every single member of my EST family who voted for me on this award, I wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for you guys, your support is well and truly appreciated. I would also like to thank my absolutely amazing team who are constantly working around the clock with me and dealing with me 24/7, you guys are my life and my family I love you, and lastly but certainly not least I would like to thank my absolutely wonderful girlfriend who is here with me tonight. Tonight is just as a big night for her as it is me and I am so so so proud and thankful for her. She and my daughter are my rock. I couldn’t do this without them…”
He pauses for a minute to find your eyes in the crowd before finishing. “I love you Y/N. Have a good night everyone!”
You blow him a kiss, doing your best to ignore all the faces looking towards and the fact that your own face is now plastered out on the display screens at the front.
You shyly shrink back into your seat, your face down as you wait for Kells to come back.
As the night winds down you start to feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
Rook, slim and Baze plan to go to an after party they had found not too far from the venue but when they ask Colson if he wanted to join he simply shook his head.
You can’t help but look at him confused.
“Are you sure babe, you can if you like I won’t mind?”
You never stopped him from celebrating, no matter how you felt, especially on a night like this, but he just looked down at you with such love in his eyes and said “nah not tonight guys. I just wanna be with my girl.”
You were happy to be home just as the clock stuck 11pm. Clambering out your dress that had felt tight and uncomfortable against you all night, despite how pretty it was, you sighed content as you changed into one of Kell’s t-shirts.
You were so tired that you could legitimately feel it seeping into your bones, get your mind refused to let you sleep.
“Was you okay tonight?”
“Did you embarrass yourself ?”
“Worse did you embarrass Kell’s?”
“Was it worth you going?”
All these thoughts running around over and over in your head to the point where sleep was physically impossible.
You sighed as you felt your eyes water. You took a deep breath and looked over at your sleeping boyfriend who had passed out half way though the SpongeBob marathon you both decided upon.
No. You wouldn’t cry. Not tonight, not on his night.
Instead you careful lifted yourself from under the duvet and silently slipped down into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water.
You weren’t sure how long you’d sat there at the kitchen counter with this glass of water until Colson came down to find you after he realised you where missing from the bed.
Still half asleep he rubs at his eyes as he seats himself next to you.
“Hey sweetheart, it’s nearly 2am, what are you doing up”
He looks at you with such concern that you almost lied to him - not wanting him to worry about you after having such a special night , hut you knew that it wouldn’t get you anywhere. Honesty was always the best policy.
“I didn’t … I didn’t ruin tonight did I? Ya know with my stupid emotions and constant anxiety?”
You couldn’t look at him, scared of his reaction as you waited for a reply.
You let out a small gasp as instead of responding, he lifts you up onto his lap so that you are straddling him.
He holds you close to him as you begin to trace his tattoos along his chest.
“Baby listen to me okay, hear my voice, hear these words. You didn’t ruin a single thing, in fact you made the night so so so much better just by being there. Your emotions aren’t silly. I know that sometimes my lifestyle can be super difficult for you and I’m so so proud that you faced your fear tonight. I love you and whatever you need from me to help you through this you got.”
You felt your mouth tremble and your eyes sting as tears steadily steamed from your face and you curse at yourself in your head as you broke your promise of not crying tonight, but you couldn’t help yourself, Colson’s sweet words and comforting demeanour were just too much.
“Sometimes I just feel like I’m drowning. I wish I didn’t struggle with the limelight so much, I wish I didn’t care what other people thought of us, of me. Then I wouldn’t get so scared” you whisper, finally admitting how you felt.
You knew Colson understood this but hearing you say it aloud was different.
He cradles your body and hums in response to show that he’s listening.
“Why don’t me, you and even Casie if she wants, take a week away. Somewhere nice, warm and Most importantly somewhere quiet. We can get away from everything just for a little while? Hmm? We can reconnect with the world and nature and not have to worry about anything. How’s that sound?”
To you, that sounded like heaven. You’d been so wrapped up in your head that it’s exhausting. Colson doesn’t get to take breaks often but when he does this is what the both of you would do. Somewhere quiet and peaceful. It’s just what you needed.
You kiss him in response and as he runs patterns down your back in a calming motion. You both stay like for awhile, simply enjoying being in each others company, before you notice that your eyes start to droop. Colson notices this also and picks you up from his lap. You cling to him as he carries you upstairs.
“Come on Angel, let’s go to bed. A new adventure awaits us”
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Confession III
Warning: swearing, fluff, smut
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Baze eyes you and Colson suspiciously as he stumbles into the kitchen. You sit on the island bench, sipping your coffee and laughing at Colson’s attempt to make pancake batter from scratch. If Baze can sense a vibe, he doesn’t make any effort to point it out, instead he just quirks an eyebrow at you while he pours his coffee.
Eventually everyone else slowly makes their way into the kitchen from various parts of the house. Rook stumbles out of the theatre room, wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxers. Colson practically throws himself across the bench to cover your eyes and scold Rook for his indecency.
“What the fucks your problem? Why do you suddenly care if Y/N sees me in my underwear?” Rook’s eyes scrunch suspiciously as he takes in Colson’s almost protective stance in front of you. You snake your arms around his chest and lean your chin on his shoulder. Everyone’s mouths literally fall open as they look between the two of you. Everyone except Ashleigh.
“Is that why you two were making out beside the pool this morning?” Ashleigh chuckles.
The room erupts into a mix of is suddenly confusion and a bombardment of questions all drowning together and thrown at you both like bullets. You’re not even sure what the questions are but you can gather a general theme. Kells waits for silence before he finally speaks.
“Can everyone just chill the fuck out? It’s fresh, now drop it.”
Everyone kind of takes that as a ‘shut up, we don’t know what we are so don’t ask’ and the conversation moves on around the two of you. Colson makes no attempt to move away from you, tracing your arm with his fingertips as he listens to the sound of your deep breathing in his ear. He can feel your heartbeat on his back and the feeling is oddly soothing. Your warm body pressed against him is suppressing the panic that is trying to rise in his chest. It’s been a while since he’d been in a committed relationship and he’s not even sure if that’s where it’s leading with you but he doesn’t want to mess things up by putting a label on it too fast. Up until this morning, he only ever saw you as a friend. You were dependable, easygoing and fun. Obviously he noticed that you were beautiful and could have any guy under your spell with just a smile but he didn’t see you in that way. You were just one of his best friends, nothing more. He could rely on you to be there for him and never judge him. That was, until you kissed him.
Everything he thought he knew, shattered into a million pieces in that moment. Your lips sparked a roaring fire deep in his stomach that he’d never felt before, not in any of his past relationships. Suddenly, you were more than a friend. It was like trying a drug for the first time. You were the reason for his heartbeat, for his breath, you were coursing through his veins and he couldn’t get enough, ever. You morphed into this beautiful, sexy woman who he wanted more than anything he’d ever wanted in his life and that thought terrified him.
“What are you thinking about?” you ask Colson, your voice just above a whisper so no one else can hear.
“You,” he answers truthfully.
He turns in your arms to gaze at you. He can’t explain it but you look different. Before he’s just look at you but now he sees you. He notices the plumpness of your full lips, the way your eyelashes drag across your cheek as you blink, the deep colour of your eyes. You take his breath away and he takes yours away. You like the feeling that settles in your chest at the way he watches you. You trace your fingertips along his sharp cheekbones, down to his pink lips. You love the way his eyes flutter closed at your touch. You’re instantly very aware of everyone watching the two of you and you pull your hands away from his and blush a deep red. Colson frowns and rolls his eyes as he stares down all of your friends.
“Don’t you fuckers have houses of your own to hang out at?” he mutters between clenched teeth, clearly not enjoying an audience.
“Let’s go get breakfast!” Slim announces and gets to his feet.
Baze grabs Rook by the back of his neck and drags him to the front door as he tries to protest. The rest of the group follows, mumbling goodbyes as they go. When you hear the front door finally close you crash your lips to Colson’s desperate for his touch. He growls into your mouth and your legs are suddenly jelly. He lifts you off the counter and carries you to the nearest sofa. He tears his shirt off before returning his lips to yours. You scrape your nails down his back and he growls again.
“I need you,” you pant between kisses. You pull your shirt off and fling it across the room.
Colson drinks you in as he stares down at your half naked body, he pupils literally saucers in his eyes. He kisses every part of your flesh that his lips can reach with your legs wrapped around his waist, grinding your core against his growing bulge.
“Fuckkk,” he breathes against the pulse point of your neck. He grinds his hips down into you, pinning you to the sofa. “It’s going to be hard and fast, ok baby?” your chest flutters at the nickname as you nod your head rapidly.
Kells pulls away from you to pull both your pants off, practically tearing your panties out of the way. He rubs the tip of his cock up and down your slit to lubricate himself with your juices. Your back arches as he focuses his length on your clit for a few strokes.
“Please Kells,” you beg as he continues to tease you.
He lines himself with your hole, pushing in with a strained grunt. Your biting your bottom lip to keep from screaming at the fullness of his cock slowly entering you.
“Speak,” he commands you with another strained grunt.
“Holy fuck!” you cry out as he bottoms out into you.
He looks down at you, studying the way your body responds to him so easily. He wraps his long, slender fingers around your throat, slipping his other hand between to two of you to circle your clit. He says still as you stretch around him, waiting for you to be ready. You look at him with a nod but he just chuckles.
“Gonna need you to use your words for me baby.”
“Please fuck me Kells,” you beg shamelessly, not even caring how desperate you sound.
Before you know it, Colson is laying into at such a furious pace that his hips and cock are a mad blur against you. You mewl and cry out as you feel the most powerful orgasm of your life building. His fingers abuse your clit with such force that it’s not long before your begging for release.
“I’m-I’m gonna, oh fuck Kells, I’m CUMMING!” you scream as your orgasm explodes out of you with such force that you literally squirt all over his thick cock.
“Yes baby, fu-fuck squirt for me.”
Colson drags your orgasm out as long as possible before he can’t hold his own back anymore. “Gon-gonna fill you with my load baby girl!” he cries out and bites down on your neck as his dick spasms and you feel his warm load fill your convulsing pussy, literally milking it out of him.
Your both panting, sweaty messes as Colson collapses on top of you. You lie there for what feels like hours, still connected as he softens inside you. You stroke up and down his back as he slowly comes back to reality. He slips out of you, kissing your cheeks, your jawline, your forehead, your nose, every area of your face covered in his kisses. You’re giggling and swatting him away like a high school girl, pure bliss running through your veins.
“That was…” you start, no words coming to mind to be able to accurately describe whatever the hell that was.
“Ecstasy,” Colson finishes your train of thought. You nod eagerly at his perfect description.
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You spend the rest of the day talking, kissing, having wild sex and laughing together. Colson apologises over and over for how he acted this morning you dismiss his apology with a shake of your head and a kiss. You know that none of it would’ve happened in the first place if you’d just been honest with and trusted him enough to be able to handle the truth. You hate to thing that he thought for one second that you used him for your own masochistic reasons. You really did value his friendship, even if deep down you wanted more.
You both decide to let the whole thing go and just move forward. Neither of you wants to label anything and you decide that that’s probably the healthiest thing for both of you. You don’t exactly have a stellar dating history, much like Colson, so slow and steady seems the safest bet, for now
As the sun begins to set behind the horizon, you stretch your tired muscles out in Colson’s large bed. You know you have to go home eventually, not wanting to overstay and make things awkward. You really need to shower and change your panties. You drag yourself out of the bed, Colson resting peacefully with his arm over his eyes. You search for any articles of clothing that might be in his bedroom and begin to quietly gather your things.
“Where are you going?” Colson’s husky voice makes you jump. You look over at him to see him watching you, propped up on his elbows.
“I have to go home Kells,” you explain with a small smile. You don’t want to but you know you should. He frowns and you want to make it go away. “I have to shower at some point, especially after all that sex.”
“Crazy as it sounds, I actually own a few showers here,” he gestures to his lavish ensuite and you laugh.
“No point showering here if I have to put on the same panties and dirty clothes over the top.”
“You can wear something of mine,” he suggests and you smile.
“As lovely as that sounds, I don’t think anything of yours would fit me.”
“Hello, earth to Y/N? I don’t want you to leave, you silly, beautiful woman! I will literally drag you to the shower and dress you myself if I have to. I want you to stay.”
“Oh,” is all you can manage to squeak out.
You honestly thought that he’d be happy for you to leave and that maybe he was just being polite. You know that having sex for the first time, or 6 times, doesn’t exactly seem slow but sleeping over, sharing a bed together, is a whole level of intimacy that you didn’t expect Colson to want right away. You like the idea of nestling down in bed, his warm body draped over yours as you sleep in peaceful slumber but you don’t want to push your luck.
“Are you sure?”
Colson shakes his head and makes his way across the room to you. He holds your head between his hands and kisses your forehead and both your cheeks, before smiling down at your confused expression.
“You’re like a drug to me now, I can’t get enough of you and I don’t want to either. Please stay with me?” you nod before you can even give your mind a chance to think it though, desperate for that smile of his. The one that makes his eyes sparkle and his dimples to pop out of his cheeks. The one that from day one, made your heart race and your palms sweat. That sweet smile he’s currently giving you and suddenly, you’re putty in his hand.
“Shall we?” and with that, he takes your hand and leads you to the shower to end a perfectly first, of hopefully many, lazy Saturdays together.
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prettytoxicrevolver · 10 months
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Machine Gun Kelly
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How to Navigate:
❤ Heart = Fluff  ★ Star = Taylor Swift Song Fic  ⬥ Diamond = My Favorite
Quit ❤
Coffee ❤ ⬥
Short ❤
Shower ❤ ⬥
Vacation ❤
Ball / Walk ❤ 
5 + 1: Kiss ❤
Drawing ❤
Graduation ❤
Summer ❤
Ex’s Best Friend ❤
Hold Me ❤
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hollywoodxwhore · 8 months
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Ours - Epilogue
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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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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” 
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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
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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
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“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”
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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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you don’t need me - MGK
He knew something was bothering her. She had been distant, preoccupied with her thoughts, speaking only when spoken to. At first he thought it was the pressure of the album - he had been so consumed with getting ‘Mainstream Sellout’ to number one that he had been neglecting her, spending all his time in the studio or doing press, coming home only to take out his stress on her and go to sleep. She had handled it well, never faulting him for raising his voice or stumbling in intoxicated at all hours of the night. Every morning she got up and made him breakfast, despite whatever confrontation they had the night before. They would eat together at the dining room table, him speaking only of the album, her speaking only words of support, and with a kiss on her head he would be out the front door and she would be left to clean up the mess. It had become a routine, one that he knew he had burdened her with unfairly, but he couldn’t stop himself from needing that number one spot, and so he let months pass, with no real interaction with her, knowing that when it was all over, she would still be there, she always was. But this time it was different. He wasn’t sure when the change happened, but he could see it now, in the smile that never quite reached her eyes, in the tension that he felt each time he touched her, in the way she remained folded into herself as though she was less than.
“Number one album in the country.” He spoke softly, breaking the silence from his seat next to her in the long black limousine. His eyes hadn’t left her from the moment they settled in, his blue gaze boring into the side of her face, studying her every detail. She had barely spoken a word at the celebration dinner, her eyes cast down at her plate, moving the food around in an attempt to make people think she was actually eating. He had been aware of her all night, unable to decide on what was making her so uneasy. “I never thought we would actually get there.” He continued when she didn’t respond, watching as she stares out the open window beside her, taking a pull on the lit blunt between her perfectly manicured fingers.
Y/N knows he’s seeking her approval, and as exhausted as she is of talking about the album, she turns to him with a tired smile pulled at her lip gloss covered lips. “You deserve it.” She spoke sweetly, pulling her eyes from his the moment the words left her mouth, her gaze circling back to the city passing by her. Colson sat up straighter on the black leather seat beneath him, watching as her long straightened hair fell down her shoulder, creating a barrier between them. It was his favorite way that she styled her hair, simple, confident, as was the silk brown mid thigh dress she had clinging to her body, a dress he probably would have made a joke about ripping off her if she wasn’t so disturbed by him.
“Hey,” Colson whispers, his chest beginning to tighten at the anxiety her attitude was creating in him. Reaching forward he brushes her hair back with his long fingers, his hand caressing her shoulder before reaching the back of her neck, applying a small amount of pressure encouraging her to turn her head towards him. Releasing the smoke from another pull on the blunt Y/N turns, her eyes falling on Colson’s, his gaze a mixture of concern and fear. “What’s going on?” He questions softly, his calloused hand moving to the side of her makeup covered face, his thumb rubbing softly across her cheek bone. Y/N inhaled deeply, fighting the urge to lean into his touch. She was in love with Colson, so much that sometimes she had a hard time finding where she stopped and he began. He was everything to her, they had been through what felt like a lifetime together, she would do anything for him, be anything for him, and that was what scared her.
“I’m fine.” Y/N replied, forcing a smile onto her lips. The past few months with Colson had been the hardest of their three year relationship. She had been through album releases before, she knew the amount of stress and pressure he put on himself, she knew he always took it out on her, and she was okay with it, she remained strong, for him, for the light at the end of the tunnel, but this time was different. She felt unheard, unneeded, and unlike every other time, Colson couldn’t kiss it and make it better.
“That’s not what I asked.” Colson says, leaning forward to run his fingers through her hair, but before he does Y/N turns away, back to the window just as the limo pulls to a stop in front of the hotel they had been staying at for the last two days.
“Let’s not talk about it right now.” Y/N states, giving Colson no time to respond before she’s swinging the limo door open, dropping the blunt to the ground, and exiting into the cool night air. Y/N had so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to tell him, but she was aware of the amount of alcohol he had consumed at dinner, she knew that it was nearing close to one in the morning, no good would come from a conversation tonight, so she would save it for the morning.
Colson stayed in his seat only for a moment before he eagerly exited behind her, using quick strides to reach where she had already entered the lobby and was waiting for the elevator to arrive. It killed him to see her like this, so distant, so hurt, he knew he was the cause of it, he just didn’t know how, and he was desperate to put a smile on her face again. The ride in the elevator to the fifth floor was silent, it wasn’t until they were in the large suite, the door locked, Y/N in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of water, that he spoke again. “Please tell me what’s going on.”
Y/N turns to Colson standing in the spacious kitchen in his bright pink suit, his choice of no undershirt giving her the view of his smooth tattooed chest, her favorite part about him. He looked perfect, so handsome, and it would be so easy for her to just fall into his arms and let him make her forget everything. But she couldn’t, so instead she took a sip of her water and avoided his brilliant blue eyes. “Colson, not tonight.”
“Don’t do that.” He says to her, his voice wavering just slightly as he takes a step closer to her. “Don’t act like this, whatever this is, isn’t bothering you, because it’s killing me.” Colson closes the distance between them, placing both his hands on her cheek to tilt her head back, making her look at him. Y/N’s eyes threaten to fill with tears as she breathes to steady herself, his intoxicating cologne clouding her judgment.
“You’ve been drinking.” Y/N says, looking him in the eyes, silently begging him to let this go for the night.
“And you‘ve been smoking.” Colson rebuttals, his gaze steady on the girl who holds his whole heart between her hands.
“That’s not the point.” Y/N sighs, pulling out of his grip and walking around him, desperate to exit the kitchen that now seemed too small. She heads down the hall towards the bedroom, eager to get out of the dress she once felt pretty in.
“Then what is the point, Y/N?” Colson asks, his voice rising as he follows close on her heels. This wasn’t her, she wasn’t like this, she always had a conversation, it’s something that had made their relationship so successful for all this time. It was like he could feel her slipping away, and he would be damned if he let that happen. Standing next to the bed he grips her wrist, pulling her to a stop in front of him. “We don’t do this, we don’t shut each other out.”
Y/N’s eyes begin to fill with tears. Colson is stubborn and an asshole, he can be selfish and unrelenting, but he loves her, and she knows he’s not going to give up until they talk. “You don’t see me.” She whispers, a single tear falling down her cheek making Colson realize the realness of her feelings. Colson steps closer to her, his fingers intertwining with hers as his eyebrows furrow together, his heart cracking at the pain on her face.
“Baby, what are you talking about?” He asks, his words soft and caressing. “I see you, I see you all the time. I see you right now.” A small sob leaves Y/N’s lips as she shakes her head, pulling her hand out of his. She needs to think, she needs to make him understand, and she can’t think when he’s touching her.
“No, Colson, you don’t see me.” She repeats more tears falling as she finally reveals what she’s been holding from him all this time. It’s quiet for a moment as the pair looks at each other, as if the other’s eyes will give some secret away. Colson wants nothing more than to be close to her, to hold her, to tell her he loves her, but he knows she doesn’t want that so he remains where he stands, waiting. “I’m proud of you.” She starts simply. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You deserve every bit of recognition you get from the hard work and dedication you put into this album.” She takes a deep breath, swallowing hard as Colson watches her every move. “You gave your all to this album and that is so so special, but along the way you lost sight of me, of us, and in the end the only thing you cared about was you.” Colson feels like he’s been punched in the gut. How could he not see how this was affecting her? He knew  he had been more intense with this album, he knew he could have been treating her better, but he hadn’t realized how far he had gone.
“That’s not fair.” Colson starts, shaking his head making Y/N sigh in frustration, dropping onto the end of the bed beside her. He wasn’t hearing her. “I was focused on the album, yes, but I never stopped caring about you, I could never stop caring about you.” Y/N drops her head, unable to look at the panic in his eyes as he backtracks, trying to defend himself, his choices.
“If I wasn’t in your life, do you think the album would be as great as it is?” Y/N asks, the question coming from left field. Colson knew what she meant, and she was right. The songs on that album never would have been possible if he wasn’t with her. Some of them were about her, most had her influence, her ideas, all had her support. She was a huge part of the ‘’Mainstream Sellout’ album, almost as much as him.
Colson licks his lips, his eyes watching her and her defeated stance. “No.”
“No?”
“No.” He repeated, making Y/N tilt her head up to look him in the eye.
“Then why do you make me feel like I mean nothing to this relationship?” She asks, tears falling down her cheeks. “Like I mean nothing to your music? Like I mean nothing to you?” Colson feels the lump in his throat grow as the girl he’s in love with sobs in front of him. How could he have done this to her? “You don’t need me. And god does that kill me, because I need you, more than anything.”
Colson’s own eyes begin to fill with tears as he slowly takes a few steps towards the broken girl, kneeling down in front of her with a hesitancy as if she might push him away. “Look at me.” He whispers, his voice raspy as he tilts his head lower, trying to meet Y/N’s eye. Slowly she lifts her head, ashamed to have him see her this way. She was always strong in front of him, always. “You mean the fucking world to me.” He says, determined to not let the best thing that’s ever happened to him get away. “I need you, Y/N. I need you. You are the only thing that makes me happy in this shitty life.” The tears fall harder as he moves closer to her, positioning his body between her legs, his hands on either side of her body holding his weight against the bed. “I never meant to make you feel like this album meant more to me than you. Nothing will ever mean more than you.” He continues, reaching up with his right hand to wipe her tears away, her once perfect mascara running down her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
Y/N nods, her eyes softening as Colson stands and pulls her into a hug, her head resting against his stomach as his fingers weave through her hair. The two remain unmoving for awhile, Y/N crying into his suit jacket, Colson replaying how close he was to losing the love of his life.
“I love you.” Colson whispers, making Y/N’s head turn to face him, his large hands pushing the loose strands of hair out of her face. Colson had said he loved her many times before, but this one felt different. He knew he would never allow her to feel this way again, especially if he was the cause of it. She knew that he finally saw her, that he understood her feelings.
“I love you.” Y/N whispered back just before Colson pressed his lips to hers, the butterflies she always felt invading her stomach. Their relationship wasn’t perfect, far from it, but they loved each other, and for them that was always enough.
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urdadisdumb · 11 months
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MASTERLIST
🍋=smut 🍓=fluff 🥝=angst
Colson Baker/MGK
JXDN/Jaden Hossler
Pete Davidson
Vinnie Hacker
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mochiswifey · 2 years
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TOKYOREV
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I mean these two are literally the same flow. Like damn. If Tokyo revengers got an American version.
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mgkismydad · 1 year
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Him do a lil rest
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dandoysandefur · 8 hours
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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 1 year
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Sin in Snow White Taffeta and Latex
It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding (Part One)
Part of the Yes Daddy Verse
Prequel
Prequel Series: 1 x 2 x 3 x 4 x 5 x 6
Yes Daddy: 1 x 2 x 3 x 4 x 5 x 6 x 7 x 8
Adventures in Toyland: Introduction
1 x 2 x 3 x 4 x 5 x 6 x 7
Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)
Warnings: Nothing really, sorry guys this chapter is all fluff! Swearing, feminization, drug use, a little grinding and kisses but this is just a happy fluff chapter 🖤 Rating: PG-13
Neither of them had ever been the type to plan things out. No, they were wild at heart and deficient of attention and a little mental at times. Perhaps that was why even though they'd been engaged for over a year and desperate to claim each other in every way possible they still weren't married on paper. They'd made plenty of jokes, the idea of running away to Vegas came up constantly or just going to the court house, but Dom thought Colson wanted something showier and Kells was positive his Dominic wanted to dress up. They were both so terrified of disappointing the other that they never even asked and it just got swept under the rug over and over again. That is until some of their friends took it upon themselves to get the boys absolutely shit faced.
It was interesting because though their friends were around each other frequently they hadn't exactly intermingled, which is why it took so long for any of them to realize the two gave about the same amount of fucks as to how they got hitched, they just wanted to be together. Mod had asked Tom to help him with a video shoot and while editing they'd begun to talk. It didn't take long before they were complaining about their respective boy problems, how their best friend was constantly whining about still just being engaged. For Dom it was sadness and worry over actresses trying to steal his man for arm candy and for Col it was self hatred for not doing right by his bitch but ultimately they found they faced the exact same problem. They needed better friends.
No, they realized neither cared how it happened, they just wanted the end result and it got the two from bitching to calculating to actually setting something up. Of course it would have to start with lots and lots of alcohol.
That's how Dom and Col found themselves three sheets to the wind and window shopping little white chapels under the painfully bright lights of the Strip. They were dressed to the nines though they barely remembered how they got that way and stumbling over themselves. Mod was attempting to be the designated decider and Tom was leading them, his back to the world as he snapped booze soaked memories for when they couldn't recall a thing later. They were all buzzing with excitement and worried at the pain they might cause other people but the wedded pair-to-be had been kidnapped and couldn't change a thing- yet another calculation. They both knew they'd thank their friends for it later. No matter what they said it was a personal experience and they didn't need anyone else watching.
"Daddy look!" The boy slurred, pointing one of his white latex covered fingers at the perfect chapel. It was hot pink and precious with a rock n roll vibe and there was an Elvis impersonator smoking a joint on the steps. It felt like a sign to his liquor addled mind and he jumped happily in his platform ivory creepers.
Col laughed and pulled his lover close, giving him yet another once over. The all white still made him smirk but it was the sluttiest wedding dress he'd ever seen. Honestly it's what he pictured strippers wearing at stag parties. Bone pale fishnet clung to his skin in a long sleeve top, barely covered by a ripped to shreds and safety pinned tee. The tutu was cute though, he had to admit and more than anything he just wanted to bend the punk over and see what panties he picked.
He was dressed much more relaxed but no less on point, a red suit to match his baby's hair and a white button up underneath, with his patent alabaster docs to finish it up. Dom had actually drooled when their friends took the blindfolds off, they'd meant to leave them on until they were in a church but they were both getting too frisky in the car and it was almost impossible to lead them around even with their vision working. "It's perfect doll." He sighed back, trying to pull his princess in for a kiss but his BFF stepped in and yanked the punk away.
"Shit guys, we're literally feet away. You can wait. Come on babe you can walk with me." The rocker tugged at Dom's shiny white palm and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He got them a few feet in front of the grumbling rapper and whispered- "You look beautiful. Thank you for taking care of him." The kid sniffled, holding back his emotions because he refused to mess up his makeup and while he didn't completely agree with the statement, he could admit they took care of each other. That's what it was all about though wasn't it?
The King impersonator choked on a toke when they stopped in front of him, his brows going high behind his glasses. "Holy sh- Mama!" The man caught himself halfway through cursing and tried to pull his facade back. Kells reached to shake his hand and steal his weed. "What can I do for y'all?"
Colson arched a brow as he took a deep drag, teasingly looking between the chapel and his bride. "Here to buy a car obviously. What do you think?" It wasn't his best sarcastic line, he was a little too drunk but the guy laughed nervously anyway which was good enough for him.
"Play nice luv, it's our wedding night." Dom pouted trying to curl himself around his daddy but Derek pulled him back, grumbling about needing child backpack leashes on them both.
"Oh, awesome!" The Elvis grinned, seemingly giving up on the act. "Come on, I'll give you guys the full package on the house!" He pulled his leather jacket up to reveal a sleeve of music themed tattoos. A few that made them realize he was probably acting so flustered because he was a fan and some that implied he was definitely batting for their team. "Seriously, I'll take care of you. You guys fucking rock! Can I just say..." He started nervously. "I totally called this from your first video!" Kells chuckled and his bride-to-be agreed.
"You're not giving my bitch the full package kid." Colson joked, giving the actor a wink when he blushed and Dom tried to swat him.
"Don't fuck 'is up. You give 'im a 'eart attack who's gonna marry us?"
"Then let's fucking go. Wanna fuck you already." Col whined back, the poor officiate was blushing so hot he was probably sweating. The neon above made him look cherry red.
"Charming. That's exactly wha' a bride wants to 'ear." Dominic rolled his eyes but honestly he was flattered, he always was. He loved how much his daddy needed him. After all, it was just as bad for him. Already he could feel his lace thong a mess of precum and he felt pussy wet as his very soon husband liked to say.
The impersonator led them inside and Mod kept them separate as best he could until they reached the main room and he dragged the rapper away. "Literally two seconds and you'll be back together. Fuck you guys, you're obsessed." He chuckled as the doors shut behind them and Dom was left with his best friend and the camera he hadn't put down.
"You look beautiful." The man smiled, lowering his hand and reaching to fix the singer's veil with the other. It was attached with a cute little tiara, marking him the princess Col called him all the time.
"Yeah?" He asked, his eyes misting and his heart racing in his chest. They didn't need to talk much, they knew each other better than that and Tom was one of the only people the punk could just be quiet with. "Fank you for 'is. Not sure we ever woulda figured it out." He huffed, fidgeting with his skirt.
"No shit." He thought he caught the man sigh but it was so quiet he let him grumble to himself and he laughed when his friend offered his arm. "Someone has to give you to the bastard. Might as well be me."
He could tell Tommy was more emotional than he was letting on, he always was. He was right though, it shouldn't be anyone else. "Course it would be you." Dom beamed. "You kept us together luv." It was true, he knew the photographer had been pulling their puppet strings almost since day one. Tom was the one who told him he had to do the collaboration, he told Colson to go to London when the singer wouldn't answer his phone, he texted the rapper to join them on tour when Dom was feeling too bad about everything, he helped them with their entire relationship really and without him they wouldn't even be in Vegas. "Ain't no one I'd rather 'ave wiv me."
They were so wrapped up in their moment they both startled when the music started up and the door opened. Right inside was a drag queen who looked like a pin-up model and she handed Dom a bouquet of black and red roses before disappearing again. Yeah, this was the perfect place for them. Jade eyes took in the room, four empty pews and a little stage at the front. It was small and kitschy, something akin to an old rock club mixed with a disco and he couldn't help but wonder if they'd let him shoot a video here someday but nothing else mattered when his gaze found his lover. Everything went quiet and he felt himself calmed. It felt like his whole life led to this.
Kells smiled when their eyes met, his fiancé was perfect and he just wanted to get this over with so he could get his boy back to bed where they belonged. Of course he wanted to be married but he didn't care about the showy part all that much, he just wanted to call his bitch his. Derek was next to him, playing an electric guitar he found somewhere and the Elvis was on his other side, still shaking like a leaf.
Dom knew he was supposed to step carefully and slow but he'd never been either of those things and he wasn't about to start. His arm linked with Tom's and his fist gripped the flowers tight and he stomped down the aisle the same way he entered Col's house all that time before. Tom huffed but was smiling so wide, for once his camera laid forgotten around his neck. He could take more pictures after, this he wanted to be present for, not live through a lense. The closer they got the better Dom felt and when he was finally at his partner's side he could only think of one thing to say. "'Ere's me Machine Gun."
Kells felt his eyes burn with unshed tears, fuck his baby knew exactly what would get him. The whole trip he'd been thinking over their relationship and remembering the story of how they'd met. It felt like it all started with that, 'Where's the Machine Gun?' and their night would end with Dom being his Mrs. But first Tom had to actually give the kid away. He held his hand out as the officiant stuttered through the script but he barely heard a word. Everything felt like a blur around him but that boy he loved so much.
"I do." Tom sniffled when asked who gave Dom away and with one last squeeze to his hand and a kiss to his cheek that Colson growled about he let his friend go and handed him over. "Always trusted you with him."
That made the rapper grin and he nodded his thanks but he couldn't take his eyes off his queen. He looked like sin in snow white taffeta and latex and he felt his cock jerk in his too tight crimson pants. Those raven painted lips mouthed 'I love you' but when he moved in for a kiss he was stopped by a flash from Tom's camera.
They were both calmer than they thought possible and unable to look anywhere else but somehow as drunk and needy as they felt they recited everything they were told. When the fan paused and asked if they had their own vows Dom blushed but nodded fast, of course tradition wasn't enough. They hadn't been conventional since the day they were born and they wouldn't start with something so important. For the first time that night the punk felt truly nervous. How could he sum up everything his lover meant to him?
His breath shook and he handed the impersonator his bouquet, curling both his palms in his fiancé's. "I didn't fink I'd ever learn 'ow to love. Wiv 'ow I grew up I fhought… I fhought I weren't worthy. I craved belonging so bad I started a bloody band." He laughed wetly, he couldn't stop the tears anymore. He just hoped his eyeliner held up. "I fink I were in love wiv yas from the moment we first met. You… you give me wha' no one else can. I feel complete wiv yas. You make me feel safe and loved and accepted and… fuck I barely know wha' to say tha' I don't tell ya all the time. You keep me sane. You… you 'elp me love me'self and when I can't do it you do. You the love of me life Colson. You every'fin."
Kells cleared his throat, fighting the lump that threatened to choke him. He didn't want to cry like a bitch but he didn't know if he could help it. His hands shook with pent up emotions and Dom squeezed him tighter, his pillow soft smile and heart eyed stare gave him strength. "I didn't have anything to live for before you stomped into my life and took up all the fucking space. No one shines as bright as you baby, nothing makes me feel as much. All this doesn't matter to me but I'd do anything to make you smile at me like you are right now. When shit gets tough you're what keeps me going. You inspire me every fucking day, and when I need it you kick my ass just right. You ground me when nothing else does and I just… you know I didn't have anything growing up and I thought I couldn't love right… that something was wrong inside me. You showed me my heart bitch. Without you I'm nothing and fuck I just… I just want to start our lives together and have a family with you. You're it babe, you're everything."
Dom didn't know how he made it through all of it without bawling but he stayed mostly composed until their friends produced two simple platinum bands. This whole night had obviously been carefully planned out down to his undergarments even and while maybe they both didn't think they understood love until each other, they knew they had been deeply loved for years. He took the larger one with trembling fingers, glad for the grip of the latex or it would be lost and he slid it carefully on his lover's hand, hearing the two most important words his man would ever say to him. "I do." When the question was turned on him and Colson was trying to work the glove off his hand he couldn't help but giggle.
Col almost growled when his boy slipped the latex between his teeth but he bit down on the fabric and held tight. His hand quivered as he took the ring and slipped it on his baby's finger, the first tear breaking free when his boyfriend repeated those words and he felt it like a brand on his soul. "I do."
They beamed at each other as Elvis finally exclaimed- "You may now kiss the bride." They even laughed at the cornily added "Huba huba, thank ya very much!" but Col was already scrambling to get the veil up and spit the glove out of his mouth. Dom went up on tiptoes as Colson bent down and when their lips met the universe went quiet and warm around them. They swore the world held its breath. They couldn't keep it chaste of course and Dom felt his daddy's touch ghost down his spine before his palms were groping hard at his bare ass and he was pulled flush against him. His lips parted on a gasp and their tongues explored, they knew every inch of each other but somehow it still felt new. Different but so much the same.
They broke apart panting and the four people present clapped, the poor Elvis seemed even more flustered than when they first met but he stuttered out- "May I present for the first time- Mr. And Mrs. Machine Gun?" His voice went up at the end like a question and Kells nodded. Dom giggled and swat playfully at his man's shoulder.
"I'll allow it for tonight but I don't know if I'm taking ya name luv." The boy rolled his eyes and yanked him down closer again. "Guess wha'?"
"What darling?" He hummed back, his voice a drawl as if just being around the actor made him take the accent on. He trailed kisses over the punk's cheek and held him close. He didn't think he'd let him go again all night. If ever.
"You me 'usband." His voice was almost a squeak he was so happy and with the revelation Col's heart skipped a beat. His palms tightened and he lifted as Dom hopped until strong thick thighs were wrapped around his waist.
"Shit you're right. Wife." He purred back, his gaze searching the chapel for somewhere they could hide away for a quickie.
"Mmm, 'usband say it again." Dom's breath hitched, his dick twitching in his too tight white lace thong.
He was so tempted to make a Borat joke but he could feel the bulge pressed against his belly and he was desperate not to ruin the mood. "Wife. Fuck need to find a place to hide for a few so I can make you a momma too." He teased with a wink.
"Guys! Hotel! We got you a fucking hotel not five minutes from here." Mod groaned, hooking his finger in the neck of Colson's jacket. "Tell the nice Elvis thank you and keep it in your pants for just a few more minutes please?"
They giggled together but did as they were told, both shaking hands with the impersonator and drag queen and they promised to tag them if they posted any pictures. It didn't take long but it still felt like eternity until the desert air was on them again and Tom was leading them down the Strip. "We'd ask if you wanted to party but…" Derek trailed off but they were barely paying attention to anything but each other. Colson truly didn't know how he was even walking straight with Dom almost grinding against him.
"Oh we'll party just not with you, no offense. Maybe breakfast?" He shrugged, his voice going thready when his husband started nibbling his ear. "Shit- brunch!" He corrected, his breath coming faster. He could make it though, he knew he could. They'd get to the hotel and spend their first night of wedded bliss buried deep in each other. He knew his words were probably a lie, they may not come out for days and they all knew it. No, it was the first night of the rest of their lives and they planned to spend it exactly as they always hoped to be, part of each other.
Author's Note/Tags: @triplexdoublex @manicpixiedreamb0y @jaxbreaker @hollywoodxwhore @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know and if there's anything you want to see between these boys just ask! My anons are always open but I never judge 🖤 This is my first pure story chapter and I meant to keep going but I thought it deserved it's own part. I hope it was still enjoyed and don't worry, the wedding night is still to come!
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Hi everyone! I’m so sorry that I haven’t been writing for awhile, I’m still at university and it is very intense and stressful. I’m hoping to get back into writing properly soon and actively enjoy it again but please if you can be patient.
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In the meantime please enjoy this new piece! It admittedly isn’t my best but I am still trying to find my groove.
Feedback is always welcome! (Hate is not - if you don’t like what I write don’t read) ✨💕
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“I am so in love with you”
MGK x Reader
Warnings - mentions of feelings and jealously? Fluff 💕
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Jealously was an ugly emotion and jealously didn’t look good on you at all.
He was your best friend.
You had known him for years, watched his up, downs and his road to success. You watched him do it all while raising his daughter, helping him along the way but still, you were just a friend.
You had no right into his love life and normally you wouldn’t care - men can be a huge headache and one you could do without, but recently watching as these women throw themselves at Colson continuously stirred that ugly emotion up inside of you.
Being around him suddenly became very difficult. Your friendship has always been affectionate but now every time he pulls you in for a hug, sits to close to you on the sofa or takes your hand, you find yourself wanting more.
Wanting to be the person who gets to sleep beside him every night, the person that holds you after a long day and the person he says I love you too for the rest of your life.
Simply wanting something you never believed you could have.
After a particularly stressful day of actively avoiding your best friend while he was in the studio you find refuge in your bedroom and fish out your phone to discuss your dilemma with a friend outside of the MGK social group.
Y/F/N answers the call on the second ring and can tell immediately what this about. Their advice is always the same. Tell him how you feel.
You can’t help but snort at this.
“Oh yeah because me popping up and being like - I know I told you i wasn't looking for love but then I kinda fell in love with you, will go down brilliantly” you roll your eyes but then back look down and your friend as she goes strangely quiet.
You feel a sudden present lurking behind you and I feel the colour drain from your face.
Colson is stood in your doorway, shock present in his features.
Your body releases a sharp gasp as your leg jerks and slams the bedroom door shut.
You cringe internally at the whole interaction and try to steady your breathing.
Colson heard your into confession…
After a while you think it’s safe and go to stand up from the corner of the room you had been hiding in but you freeze again as there is a knock against the door.
Colson’s soft voice follows just after.
“Y/N can we talk?”
You knew you couldn’t hide from this forever.
Finding comfort in a blanket from your bed, you wrap it around your frame and inch towards the door, opening it and allowing the famous rapper into your space.
You didn’t say anything as his sits down slowly on the bed, allowing you speak.
When you couldn’t find the words, Colson asks one question.
“Did you mean it?”
You nod in response but when he doesn’t say anything else you begin to feel as if being truthful wasn’t the right answer.
"I'm so so sorry oh my god i definitely shouldn’t of said anything, ah god! If you don't even want to talk to me again i get it -“
You couldn’t stop the word vomit spilling from your mouth even if you tried, that was until Colson surged from the bed and took your head into his large hards. He caresses your face gently and whispers “tell me, I need you to tell me”
Your hand shakes as you place it over his heart. He places his hand over yours and takes a deep breath.
You look into his ocean blue eyes and say the words that have been swarming in your head for months.
“I am so in love with you”
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Jealous
Requested by @noahmaxim (sorry it took so long!)
Warning: swearing, drinking
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“Dude, you’re staring,” Rook leans over to whisper to Colson. He turns his head slightly to look at his best friend for a moment before turning his attention back to you. “Why don’t you just go over and say hi?”
The idea of that makes Colson snort and shake his head. He takes a long swig from the glass of tequila in his hand, the familiar burn soothing him in an odd way. He doesn’t want to feel these feelings so getting blind drunk seems like a good idea. Watching you sit on the couch with some random guy, talking and laughing clearly isn’t a good idea because he can feel his blood boiling. His mind is creating multiple scenarios, all of which involve him splitting the guy’s lip open with his fist.
You don’t like feeling like you’re being watched. You check over your shoulder just as Colson turns to head out into the backyard in a huff. Rook gives you a sympathetic smile before following the tall, brooding man. You’re not really sure why he’s been so hostile since you go to his place but it’s starting to give you a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. You feel like he’s scrutinising every little thing you do and you hate it. It’s turning you into a self-conscious mess. You thought it was odd that when you showed up to his house, Colson could barely acknowledge your presence and now he’s watching you like a hawk? The guy is the most confusing person you’ve ever met and it’s driving you insane. You turn your attention back to the man you were talking to and laugh at the joke you half heard.
He’s a nice guy, Frankie, and you’re really enjoying his company but in the back of your mind, all you can do is think about Colson. You find yourself wondering if Colson is thinking about you, that he had to go outside to stop himself from doing something stupid, that he’s watching you because maybe he’s…jealous? The thought makes your stomach flip and your heart begin to race. Then you bring yourself back to reality. Why would Colson be jealous of a guy talking to you? He’s only ever seen you as a friend. Your mind is racing and it’s creating a nervous energy about you that you somehow have to get rid of.
“Hey, do you want to go for a swim in the pool?” you randomly blurt out while Frankie is in the middle of telling a story you weren’t listening to.
“I would but I didn’t bring my bathing suit,” he chuckles with a small smile. 
If you weren’t so preoccupied by Colson, you may even be able to focus on how attracted you are to Frankie. He’s tall, ripped build, with chocolate brown eyes, with lashes for days and dark brown curls. He wears a short stubble on the lower half of his face and the hair accentuates the sharp cut of his jawline. Classically handsome but somehow not attractive enough for you. For some reason, you love lanky, foul mouthed guys, with bleach blonde hair, covered with tattoos and ocean blue eyes that you could get lost in for days. Well, at least one man in particular.
“Who needs a bathing suit? It’s LA, live a little!” you grab Frankie by the hand and drag him off the sofa.
When you step out into the backyard, the silence is deafening. Everyone stops talking and just stares at you. You hadn’t even noticed that you were the only two inside the house. All of your friends, including Colson, are sitting around the open firepit now awkwardly sipping their drinks and avoiding eye contact but not wanting to speak to each other. Colson is sitting with his back towards you and you can tell he’s pissed off that you came outside by the slump of his shoulders. 
It’s so strange when you walk into a group of people who you know were just talking about you. It’s not a nice feeling by any stretch of the imagination and it kind of makes you wish you’d stayed inside on the sofa. Ashleigh is the first to finally break the uncomfortable silence.
“Hey, I was just about to come in and get you,” she smiles at you but you can see the apology in her eyes.
“That’s ok! Frankie and I were thinking of going for a swim. Does anyone want to join?” you ask the group and a few of the usual suspects perk up.
Rook is the first to begin stripping off his clothes before cannonballing into the water. Baze and Slim join him and Ashleigh and Sophie agree to dangle their feet in from the side. The boys don’t seem to like this idea and Baze tells them that if they don’t get their whole butts in the water, they will be dragged in fully clothed. They don’t like the sound of that so they agree to strip down and they dive into the water. 
Frankie smiles at you and leads you to the water’s edge where he begins to remove his sneakers and socks. When he removes his t-shirt, you can’t help but stare at his rippling muscles and abs that adorn his body. You figured there was something impressive underneath his t-shirt but his olive skin seems to make everything that much more pronounced.
Colson watches from his spot by the fire and his hand tightens into a fist again as he watches your admiring Frankie’s body. Part of him wants to get up and kick Frankie out of his house but a stronger part of him is telling him to chill the fuck out. The chill part wins out but only because he’s fairly sure he’s too drunk to stand without stumbling. His self-control wavers again when he spots Frankie ogling your body as you strip down to your bra and panties. He can’t help but stare at you a little longer than a ‘friend’ probably should, finally turning away as you slide your body gracefully into the water. 
“Your friend Colson doesn’t seem to like me very much,” Frankie murmurs as he leads you to the deep end. 
“Oh he’s fine, he’s just very protective of me. We’ve been friends for forever,” you dismiss Frankie’s concerns with a wave of your hand. 
You try to play it cool but inside your stomach is in knots at the idea of Colson caring about you in any way other than a friend. You’ve never really dated before so you’ve never really noticed if Colson cared or not but the fact that even Frankie is picking up on his hostility, leads you to believe that maybe he does. 
Frankie and you splash around and chat, off in your own little world, before a couple of the others decide to join you in at the deep end. Colson stays sitting next to the fire and when Rook comes over to talk to Frankie, you take the opportunity to go and talk to him. 
He doesn’t look away from the fire as you approach him but Colson can feel in his gut that this is not a conversation he wants to have right now. You sit beside him and snatch the beer from his hand, taking a long swig. He can’t help but roll his eyes about how unperceptive you are. He thought he made it pretty clear that he wanted to be left alone. 
“So are you going to sit here like a buzzkill all night or are you going to eventually acknowledge the fact that you have guests?” You ask nonchalantly but your heart is pounding so hard in your chest you can hardly hear your own thoughts. 
“Didn’t realise there was going to be extras tonight,” he looks over your shoulder, eyeing Frankie as he makes small talk with all your friends. 
“I didn’t think you’d mind considering all the women you’ve brought to my parties and gatherings over the years,” you snort and take another sip of his beer. He snatches the bottle from your hand before you even have a chance to swollow, causing beer to trickle down your chin. “Damn Kells, what the hell is your problem?” you yell as you wipe the beer off with the back of your hand. 
“You and your fucking Ken doll boyfriend are my problem!” he yells back before turning on his heels and storming off into the house. 
You feel your cheeks redden as you look around and notice everyone’s eyes on you. Frankie grimaces when you look at him and you feel so embarrassed that it enrages you. You decide in that split second that if Colson has a problem, he better damn well spit it out now or keep his mouth shut. 
You stalk off into the house, roughly pulling your jeans and t-shirt on, in search of his dumbass. You call his name as you go from room to room but come up empty. You figure that he’s probably gone to his room and you stand at the bottom of the stairs contemplating whether or not to follow him or not. The thumping around you did kind of caused you to blow off some steam and now you’re not nearly as mad. Then you remember the way he dissed Frankie in front of everyone and your anger returns. You storm up that staircase like a bat out of hell. 
Colson sits on the floor at the end of his bed with his head in his hands. He can hear Rook’s voice in the back of his mind telling him earlier in the evening to keep his cool and not blow up at you but he snapped. All he wants to do is tell you how he feels but every time he works up the courage something gets in the way. Usually it’s his career or Cassie so he kind of got used to you always being there in the background. He forgot about the chance that you might meet someone and he would miss his chance. You’ve dated occasionally in the past but it’s just been a date here and there. You’ve never brought a guy that you’re seeing over to meet your friends and the fact that you’ve brought Frankie absolutely terrifies him. Colson tries to shake off the fear and drags himself off the floor. He decides to take a shower in the hopes that by the time he’s done, you’ve already skipped out and taken your boy toy with you. 
You stand outside his door, unsure of whether to knock or just storm in. If you really want to convey the anger you’re feeling, you decide practically kicking the door down is the best way to get your point across. You fling the door open so hard that it slams into the wall behind it and you can hear the sound of drywall breaking but that’s not what takes your breath away. Standing in front of you, with nothing on but a towel flung over his shoulder, is a very confused and pissed off Colson. 
“Shit, sorry,” you screw your eyes closed and fumble around for the door handle before swinging the door shut behind you. 
Your whole body feels like it’s on fire but you’re not sure if that’s from embarrassment or arousal at seeing Colson completely naked for the first time. Your heart is thumping in your chest and your breathing is fast and laboured. You lean back against the wall to try and get your bearings. You close your eyes and immediately open them as a flash of Colson’s tattooed skin invades your mind. You bite your bottom lip to keep from groaning out loud as your mind continues to betray you with images of his body. All of his body. 
“What the fuck Y/N?” Colson spits at you from the doorway of his bedroom.
You hadn’t even realised the door had opened again until Colson’s enraged voice pierces your ears. You look up at his darkened eyes and flared nostrils. His teeth are gritted and you’re fairly sure you can see steam coming out of his ears. He looks like a bull before a fight and your mind and body immediately considers possible escape routes to avoid the world’s most uncomfortable conversation.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to be naked,” you quickly explain as you try to stop your mind from remembering. 
You feel your cheeks heat and a knot begins to form in the pit of your stomach. It’s an overwhelming feeling that you definitely didn’t expect. You knew you found Colson attractive, you just didn’t expect the intense sexual attraction you’re currently feeling. It’s making it very difficult for you to concentrate. All your mind wants to do is create different scenarios in which you kiss every inch of Colson’s body, feeling him on top of you, listen to him moan your name as he climaxes. 
You shake your head and take a deep breath to clear your mind of any inappropriate thoughts. At the end of the day, he’s one of your closest friends and you would hate to ruin any friendship you have by creating some strange, sexual tension. Right now, you just have to focus on ignoring the fact that Colson is now only wearing a towel around his waist, low on his waist, and that he currently looks like he wants to murder you. 
“Maybe if you tried knocking, you would get such a shock!” he grits his teeth as if the words are painful to him. 
“Well, I actually barged in because I was pissed about how rude you were to me, for no fucking reason and-”
“No fucking reason? Are you insane or blind? Or maybe you’re both!”
“What in god’s name are you talking about?” you throw your hands up in exasperation, feeling like you two are having completely different conversations at the same time. 
Before you can stop him, Colson is dragging you into his bedroom by the wrist, kicking the door shut behind him. He twists you around so your back is pressed against the closed door and suddenly his lips are on yours. All of your senses are consumed by the feeling of his lips on yours. You can taste the beer and weed on his tongue, smell his cologne mixed with the smoke of the bonfire, feel his hot flesh beneath your fingertips as you graze your hands over his biceps. Your animalistic needs take over and you find yourself breathless and needy for all of him. You feel weightless and heavy at the same time. Every rational thought has escaped you. All there is is him. 
Then as quickly as it began, it was over. Colson pulls away from your lips but rests his forehead on yours. 
“Seeing you with another guy may actually be the end of me,” he whispers and your skin erupts in goosebumps, both at his words and the feeling of his hot breath against your face. 
“I-I don’t know what to say,” you tell him honestly. 
“I don’t want you to say anything. I don’t want anything to ruin this bubble that I’m in. We can just pretend that nothing else matters right now and that we’re just here, together.”
You stay like that for a little while longer. Just holding each other up, feeling each other, listening to each deep breath, watching the rise and fall of the other’s chest. If you could, you would stay in that moment forever with him. While he holds you, your mind is silent. There’s no intruding thoughts of his naked body, no reminder of the great guy waiting downstairs for you. Everything else has stopped and for now, it’s just the two of you. 
“Stay with me?” Colson begs as you begin to pull away from him. 
“Kells, I-” you begin but he instantly cuts you off. 
“Just one night with you, that’s all I need to get it out of my system. Then we can go back to exactly how it was, just friends. All I’m asking for is one night.”
You sigh but something in the way he watches you makes you nod before you can really think about what you’re agreeing to. You both know that things will never go back to the way they used to be, yet somehow you’re ok with that. 
Colson pulls you to his large ensuite with him and drops his towel. Your immediate reaction is to turn away but you resist your instincts. He watches you, waiting for your reaction. You let your eyes roam his body freely now. You notice tattoos you’d never really paid attention to before, you notice the way his torso is more defined than you’d expected, you notice the way his chest rises and falls rapidly as take him in. Your eyes continue to drop until you’re finally focusing on the one thing you’d been trying to avoid 10 minutes ago. 
His large erection makes you half choke on your own breath. The idea of getting it inside of you without causing serious damage seems impossible but it thrills you at the same time. You bite your bottom lip as you drink in all his male glory. It kind of satisfies your curiosity to know all the rumours about his well endowment are true. 
“Now you,” he breathes as he watches you. 
You bite your lip again but follow his instruction. You lift your t-shirt over your head and drop it to the floor beside you, your jeans following closely behind. You stand there in nothing but your wet bra and panties as you try to contain your nervousness. You reach around to your bra but Colson grabs your wrist to stop you. 
“Let me,” he instructs you and you stand still for him, holding your breath. 
He grabs the hook of your bra and unclasps it without any issue. He slides the straps down your arms before letting the bra fall to the floor. He drinks in the sight of your breasts. He runs a long slender finger down the valley of your breasts before lightly tracing your nipples. Your breathing is completely erratic, your chest rising and falling rapidly. 
He leans down and kisses along the ridge of your collarbone to the curve of your breasts, taking his time to slowly tease your skin. He envelops you left nipple in his mouth and you gasp sharply. You feel his lips pull into a smirk. He uses his thumb and forefinger to tweak your right nipple as he sucks, nips and licks on your breast and nipple. Your insides quiver under the seductive assault.
Colson isn’t sure how much longer he can tease you. He’s waited what feels like years to finally have you melting under his skilled fingers and wicked mouth. He wants to savour every moment but he also doesn’t want to give you the chance to change your mind. He also is aware of all of your friends and Frankie downstairs, who could interrupt at any moment. Finally having you half naked, your taut nipple in his mouth, moaning and clawing your fingers through his hair, is muddying his rational thoughts. When he feels as though he is teasing himself more than you, he finally pulls away. Your skin is flushed, your hair is dripping wet, dishevelled and your eyes are wild but to Colson, you’ve never looked more beautiful. 
He grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the shower with him, flicking the water on, and holding you under the shower head. You gasp as cold water hits you, slowly warming to a comfortable temperature. In an instant his mouth is on yours and your back is pushed against the cold tiles of the wall. Colson grabs your thigh and lifts your leg to rest against his hip. He grinds into you in a delicious rhythm of friction and possessiveness. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him against you as he kisses your cheeks, your jawline, your neck. He sucks and bites every piece of flesh he can get his mouth to and you know by the frantic way he moves that he’s marking you. 
“Colson…I need you,” you beg as he sucks your nipple again. 
He growls against your skin in approval before pulling away to study the apex of your thighs. He pushes his hand between the two of you and grazes against your clitoris. You gasp and moan at the same time. You’ve never been this turned on by a man before. Every touch elicits an involuntary movement or sound. You’re putty in his hands, ready to be pleasured and used in any way he sees fit.
Colson grabs his erection firmly in his hand and lines the tip up to you. In one quick thrust, he pushes himself inside you and you cry out at the fullness you feel. You can feel every ridge, every vein of him inside you. He twitches and flexes and you shiver with excitement. E kisses you again, softly this time, running his fingers gently through your hair. When he moves, it’s slow and deliberate and you keel with pleasure. You try to move your hips to increase the friction but he simply grabs your thighs so you have to wrap your legs around him, giving him all of the control as he holds you up against the wall.
Colson wants to remember every moment he has with you as he’s not sure he’ll ever have you again after this night. He wants to remember the feel of your nails scraping down his back, the sound of your moans, the way you whisper his name, the feel of your tightness and warmth around his dick. He wants to make you so desperate for your release that you feel like it’ll never come. The pleasure he gives you will make you wish it never has to end. He reaches down and rubs tight circles on your clit, causing you to cry out. 
“Yeah, that’s it baby, scream for me. Tell me how much you love it,” he demands against your ear and you whimper, all words escaping you. “Tell me,” he growls before nipping your earlobe.
“Colson, I love it so much. I don’t ever want you to stop. I want to cum so hard for you,” you moan and throw your head back, wave after wave of pleasure building inside of you.
“Good girl,” he praises and before you can respond he begins to pound into you with unimaginable speed. His finger works harder and faster against your clit and before you can catch your breath, the biggest orgasm you’ve had breaks through you.
You scream and quiver against his body as he continues his pace. You’re not even sure how he can move that quickly and hold you up at the same time. His thrusts begin to feel sloppy and out of rhythm and suddenly he’s calling out your name and slams into you one last time before collapsing against your shoulder. His breathing is thick and unsteady against your neck and you stroke your fingers through his hair tenderly. 
You feel yourself finally coming down from your own high as Colson holds you. He gently places you down and you wobble slightly as you regain your footing. Colson washes your skin tenderly with a washcloth and coconut scented soap. Neither of you says anything and you’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Once Colson has finished cleaning you, you rinse yourself and return the favour. You’re slightly embarrassed as you notice the scratch marks you left down his back and you run the cloth over them as gently as possible.
Once you are both clean, Colson shuts the water off and steps out to grab you each a large fluffy towel. It’s now glaringly obvious to you that the silence is not a good thing and your chest begins to feel heavy. Colson can barely make eye contact with you and his whole demeanour is tense, like he can’t wait for you to leave. You eye your wet bra and panties on the floor and grimace at the idea of having to put them back on. Seeing your dismay, Colson finally speaks.
“Wait here,” he mumbles before disappearing into his bedroom.
He returns a few moments later with a pair of clean black boxers and an oversize black t-shirt. He hands them to you and you mutter a thank you before slipping into the briefs. The large t-shirt hides the fact that you’re not wearing a bra and you’re grateful for that. You feel somewhat naked without a bra and you know that if you feel uncomfortable, your friends will notice and wonder why. You slip your jeans, which is kind of pointless considering Colson’s tee is basically a dress on you, and check your appearance in the large bathroom mirror. You run your fingers gently through your hair to calm the frizz and you rub away the small smear of mascara from under your eyes. You feel somewhat more confident now that you’re dressed and your appearance is somewhat back to normal. You move to leave as Colson dresses himself in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie when you hear his small voice behind you.
“Don’t leave,” he whispers and you stop in your tracks. You turn around and he is watching you with the most heartbreaking expression on his face.
“What did you say?” you ask feeling dumb because you heard exactly what he said, you just don’t believe it.
“Don’t leave,” he repeats again. “Please don’t go back downstairs to him. Stay here with me.” 
The defeated look on his face is physically painful to you. You don’t really know what to say but you want to say something to make him feel better, anything. Maybe he didn’t mean to say it? Maybe he just feels uncomfortable that what you just did may have completely ruined your friendship forever and he’s regretting it or he’s trying to save it by pretending everything is normal. Either way, you feel an anxiety rising in you that is so overwhelming you may just burst into tears right in front of him. You feel that usual heat in your neck and face that you get when you’re upset. Your eyes begin to feel with tears that you’re desperately trying to hold back. You feel utter embarrassment that Colson is seeing you this vulnerable.
“I…I don’t want to hurt you, Colson,” you say barely above a whisper. He moves towards you, his arms out in comfort but you step back. You see a flash of hurt across his face but in an instant it’s gone. “I just…I don’t want you to feel obligated to me. What we did was-” your voice breaks and you have to take a deep breath to steady yourself. “What just happened was a-amazing and I’ve never experienced an orgasm like that, ever. But I don’t want you to feel you have to make this into more than it is for my sake. I’m ok with it just being a one time thing.” 
You look down at your feet as a tear spills over and you feel completely betrayed by your own body. You know that your actions and your emotions are literally saying the complete opposite of your words but you’re hoping that if you say them confidently enough, Colson will believe you. You take another steadying breath and look up at him, a huge grin spread across his face. He steps towards you again and once again you step back.
“If you move away from me one more time, I will bend you over my knee until your ass is as red as your cheeks,” Colson threatens and you gulp.
He moves more deliberately towards you and envelops your body into his strong arms. He holds you against his body and runs a hand up and down your spine. You shiver against him and your tense muscles instantly relax in the feeling of his comfort. You’re trying to not over-analyse why he’s hugging you, you just want to enjoy these last few moments of time with him before you have to say goodbye.
“The fact that you even thought for a second that I would only need one night with you to get my fill of you, is insane and hilarious at the same time,” he murmurs into your ear and you stiffen and pull away to look at him. “Seeing you with that Frankie prick has been making me jealous all night. In fact, seeing you with any guy other than me, drives fucking me crazy. How can you not see how badly I want you?”
“I thought that- I thought that maybe I was just imagining things because I wanted you and I thought I’d just naively convinced myself that you felt the same,” you try to explain but now saying the thoughts out loud, they even sound ridiculous to you.
Colson doesn’t say anything. He just gently laces his fingers in your hair and angles your face towards him so he can press his lips to yours lovingly. It’s a gentle kiss but it sparks a fire deep in your belly that takes your breath away and leaves you satisfied at the same time. You’d never imagined a feeling like this before yet somehow you always knew if you ever got the chance to be with Colson, this is what it would feel like. You melt into him and he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you against him. You’re not sure how long you kissed for but eventually you have to pull away to gather your breath. Colson rests his forehead against yours and you close your eyes.
“Now, get that fucker Frankie out of my house so I can make you moan my name again without feeling guilty,” he growls in your ear. 
Your eyes shoot open to see him looking down at you with a face splitting grin and you can’t help but throw your head back and laugh. A real, carefree laugh that leaves you feeling breathless and light-headed.
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cockpunchlore · 9 months
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𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝒸
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It was 2 in the morning when Colson showed up at Pete’s door. His eyes were bloodshot, hair in clumps of blonde, soaked from the endless rain outside. Trembling hands balled into tight fists and disappeared inside the pockets of his leather jacket when the door clicked open.
Then there was Pete. He stood in his sweatpants, one hand leaning over the doorframe, his expression shifting into one of concern as he scanned his eyes across his best friend’s face. He was met with sudden guilt at his earlier bout of annoyance at having to leave his bed and put on pants and he hoped Colson didn't notice his nails dig into his palms when he spoke.
“come in.”, He cracked the door open a little wider and stepped to the side to invite the blonde inside.
“I uh- the place is fucked but I got the heat on-” Pete spoke as he led them through the hallway.
“-and you can look through my shit in here for a change of clothes, I doubt you'll find anything in leather and latex but hey at least they aren't wet- I've just got Rick and Morty on the background but we can switch to music if you wanted- and I just got some new blunt wraps that we could try out- oh and did you want coffee?”
The two came to a halt at the kitchen bench and the slightest smile tugged at Colson’s lips, in awe at how quickly this man was able to change his mood with just a few words.
“Thanks”, he cringed at the way his voice croaked under the syllables and attempted to clear his throat.
He let his eyes leave the floor and travel up to meet Pete's gaze, pausing over the exposed waistband of his boxers a little longer than he’d like to admit before settling on the hazel orbs.
“And-uh yes please, for the coffee.”
“Black”, he added.
“Iced, I know”, Pete finished his eyeroll gaining a chuckle from Colson.
“My bad”
It had always been so easy with Pete. not that he expected it to be like that with everyone else, but it was times like these that he was especially grateful for this man’s existence and he doubted that any words he could string together to tell him so would ever suffice. He shook his head as fought his thoughts from lingering over how he felt about the younger man. Muttering something about a shower, Colson disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.
Colson was wearing a pair of Pete’s purple Spongebob sweats when he emerged from the shower, hair leaving a trail of fading droplets into the carpet as he made his way through the hallway.
His footsteps slowed to a stop once his eyes landed on Pete’s frame lit up only by the dim blues of the television which was now playing some true crime show. Dateline, he remembered Pete had told him, and he smiled to himself recalling that conversation.
Pete’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, and Colson, not wanting to break him from his trance, leaned against the wall and admired the younger man. He sat with his head leaned back, one leg pulled up to his chest while the other lay over the coffee table. A hand reached back to pull at the brown curls at the nape of his neck and Colson’s heart rate climbed as he watched.
He could already picture the expression written on Pete’s face, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, chewing on the inside of his cheek, completely lost to this world. His breath hitched as he let his thoughts about the boy drift into less purer ones.
He had already thought it through, sure the repercussions were merely an afterthought, but if there ever came the time to kiss the brunette he wouldn't hesitate. In fact, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined doing a lot more than that.
He couldn't pinpoint exactly when his feelings for him turned from platonic to sexual but now that they had he didn't know how to act around his best friend anymore. That was the honest reason why he had avoided seeing Pete for as long as he had and he hated the fact that a drug-filled bender was what had broken that spell.
Colson snapped back to reality in an instance when the brunette turned his head to meet his gaze.
“You're back”, Pete spoke through a smile.
“Hi”, Colson couldn't help but do the same.
Pete made it a point, patting the spot next to him using both hands before turning his gaze back to the screen in front. Colson clumsily made his way back to him narrowly avoiding the piles of discarded clothes before reaching the couch.
“My Spongebob looks good on you”
“Your wh- oh”, it took him a second to process the way he had phrased his compliment and he could only laugh in response.
“Good enough for me to keep?”, he threw half-heartedly curious as for the boy's reaction.
“mhmm”, He replied with a genuine certainty that it made Colson's heart do that flippy-over thing that Pete's words apparently now did do him.
Colson shuffled the rest of the way over to the space next to Pete’s before sinking onto the soft cushions below. Pete readjusted in his chair before leaning his head into the crook of Colson’s shoulder.
“You know you don't have to say anything if you don't want to”. gentle words lingered their warm breath against the nape of Colson's neck.
“I know”
He ignored the way his chest clenched as his friend passed him an assuring smile when he didn't elaborate. Instead, he let his head drop to cradle into the younger man’s touch and let his eyes land on the screen where the host's demeanor sounded a tad too cheery to be describing a murder scene.
Not removing his eyes from the TV, Colson moved his arm back to wrap around the younger man and bit back a smile as he felt Pete shift closer and sink into his touch.
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hollywoodxwhore · 9 months
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Ours | Chapter 9
Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)
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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: Smut (18+), swearing, fluffy romantic shit, col and pres getting married
I couldn't wait any longer.
Colson
Three Months Later
“We’re motherfucking number one!” Rook’s voice is a scream, startling all of us. Somehow, he was the first one to read the text and now the rest of us scramble to grab our phones, reading the group text. 
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Cash says, eyes wide as he looks around at each of us. “Is this real?”
“Get used to it,” Slim says with a happy laugh, clapping Cash on the back. “Only number ones from here on out.”
I’m speechless. Normally, my reaction is to jump up and scream, but in this moment, I’m shell shocked. Deep down, I was scared that it was a fluke, that Tickets hit at just the right time and people were so startled by its newness that they couldn’t help but listen. Releasing Mainstream Sellout was, quite honestly, terrifying.
It’s darker than Tickets. It’s my diary, essentially, my soul bared for my fans and critics to analyze, to judge. As much as I want to make music just because I love it, as little as I want to care about fame, I wanted a number one so desperately that I was almost insane about it. Could we do it again? Were we only good for one pop punk album? Was the Machine Gun Kelly craze here and gone before we knew it?
Realistically, I know I have fans that will ride til the end, no matter what type of music we make. But what if we lose some? What if they’re sick of the pop punk vibe and want rap back and can’t wait until we release another rap album? I’ve been torn about this album for a long time. We delayed the release date twice before Slim finally told me to fuck off and gave permission to release it.
And here we are with our second rock album going number one.
“Colson.” I shake my head a little, coming out of my daze to realize that Presley has been saying my name repeatedly. I look at her sheepishly and rub the back of my neck. My fiancee’s beautiful green eyes sparkle with amusement and she chuckles. “Where’d you go, baby?” she asks, resting her hand on my shoulder.
I reach over and pull her into my arms, squeezing her tight. She climbs into my lap, embracing me, and I close my eyes. “Sorry,” I murmur into her hair. “Just doesn’t feel real. I didn’t think it was going to happen,” I confess.
I can feel her smile against my neck. She presses a kiss there. “I did,” she says simply, then gets off my lap. I look at her for a moment and I realize that she really means it. She never doubted for a second that we’d go number one. 
When Megan and I were together, she tried so hard to convince me that pop punk wasn’t the way to go. “You can’t just switch genres,” she said, that grimace that was so often on her face apparent. 
I frowned. “We’re not switching genres,” I argued defensively. “We’ve always done rock. We’ve always had guitar and singing on our albums.” It occurred to me all of a sudden that maybe Megan had lied to me. If she’d listened to our old stuff like she claimed she did, then she would know this. She would never say something so insulting.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m bored.” I was working; we were in the studio, but when she stood up and took off her dress before crawling into my lap, I knew work was going to be delayed. I sighed and tried to pretend that she hadn’t hurt me. 
Now my girl sits beside me beaming with pride as I hug and high five my band, celebrating our second number one rock album. Megan was wrong in so many ways. The longer I’m with Presley, the more and more the pain of Megan fades. Pres is healing me without even meaning to.
Later that night when Presley and I are celebrating in our bed, her back to my chest with my hand wrapped in her silky black hair, I feel such a burst of love for her that it’s almost overwhelming. I keep one arm wrapped around her waist as I kiss her neck, groaning. “Presley, baby, I love you so much.”
“Col,” Pres whines as I fuck into her, her ass shaking against my hips.
“Pres,” I pant. “I don’t want to wait. Let’s get married.”
“Right now?” Presley cries, curling her hand around my wrist, but I don’t stop fucking her.
“Not right now,” I say with a breathless laugh. “Let’s fucking go to Vegas and just do it.”
“Colson,” Presley says, but it melts into a moan. “Are you serious? I don’t want to go to Vegas,” she says, bewildered. “T-too many people.”
I laugh into her neck, biting down gently. “Then let’s go to the courthouse,” I pant. “Cash and Liv can be our witnesses.”
“Please don’t talk about my brother when I can feel you behind my fucking belly button,” Presley groans, and I start to laugh so hard that we lose balance. Presley falls forward onto her stomach and I follow, rutting against her. We’re both too close to stop this and have a real conversation, so I speed things up, slipping a hand beneath her hips.
Presley whimpers and fists the sheets as I rub circles in her clit, and I hold off until I feel her start to clench around me. We come at the same time, our sounds mingling in the warm air around us. When we’re done, I roll off of Pres and grab some tissues, breathing hard.
Once she’s cleaned up, I pull her onto my chest, tip her chin up, and kiss her. I kiss her with everything in me. With all the love and pride and joy I feel. Presley melts on top of me and makes a soft, helpless sound, and I know I have her. She doesn’t want to wait either. I want her to be my wife. 
It’s crazy to think we met in September, got together in October, and now, in April, I’m ready to marry her. I guess it’s true what they say: when you know, you know.
“Cols?” Presley murmurs, breaking me from my thoughts. I look down at her and bite my lip. She looks extra beautiful like this, hair messy and eyes glassy with pleasure. I can’t help but kiss her swollen lips once more. “I don’t want a big wedding,” she says.
“No?” I ask, hope rising in my chest.
Presley shakes her head. “No. I don’t even want one,” she admits. “Did you mean it? Do you really want to go to the courthouse? Because if that’s what you want…” I can tell just by the way she talks about it that she’s relieved by the thought of not having a huge wedding. She likes simple things, and a courthouse wedding just might be perfect for my girl.
“Pres, I’d marry you however and wherever and whenever you want,” I tell her, tucking her hair behind her ear. “All I care about is that I’m marrying you.” 
Presley bites her lip. “You won’t be disappointed if we get married at the courthouse?”
I shake my head, grinning. “No, baby. I’ll be thrilled.”
“We’ll have to put off our honeymoon,” she says. “Too much to do with the new album.”
I shrug. “We’ll figure it out,” I tell her, stroking her cheek. 
“Col?”
“Hm?”
“Thank you.” Her voice is small. My brow furrows and I tilt my head a little so I can see her better. The blinds are open and the light from the moon casts a silvery shadow over the bed, illuminating Presley’s face. The shadows of her eyelashes are outlined on her cheeks and she looks almost ethereal, like she couldn’t possibly be real.
“For what?” I ask, a little breathless with my love for her.
“For knowing me.” She bites her lip and my heart skips a beat. I’m quiet, giving her time to sort out her thoughts. “For not wanting to change who I am but for embracing it. I was so scared when I met you. Of everything.” 
I know this is true. It breaks my heart to know she lived in fear for so long. I lift her hand to my lips and press gentle kisses to her fingertips.
“You showed me I don’t have to be afraid,” she says. “You showed me that I deserve to be loved for exactly who I am.”
“Pres,” I say, voice thick with emotion. “Fuck, baby. You showed me the same damn thing. You know that, right?”
Presley laces our fingers together and nods. “Col, I want to be with you forever,” she says. “I don’t want to live in a world where I’m not yours.”
“Jesus,” I say, shaking my head in awe that someone like Presley could ever love someone like me. I cover her mouth with my own and push a hand into her hair, keeping her face close to mine. Our hearts pound fiercely against one another as her hand slides to my bicep and squeezes. “Marry me,” I say as I break the kiss, “tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Presley laughs right against my mouth, and I love the sound and the taste of it. “Fuck, Colson. I’m going to be your wife tomorrow?”
“Hell yeah, Presley Baker,” I say, and the sound of her name paired with mine makes my stomach flip in the best way. And then, we stop talking entirely, practicing how we’ll consummate our marriage tomorrow. 
Presley said she would marry me today on three conditions.
One - Cash and Olivia will be our witnesses.
Two - We still dress up in our wedding clothes (yes, Presley already has her dress).
Three - We still get to say personal vows. 
I agreed to all three, so here we are, preparing for our wedding in two different places. I slept at Cash and Olivia’s last night so Presley and I wouldn’t see each other on our wedding day until the ceremony. I’m still here, Cash securing a flower to my suit while Olivia and Presley get ready at our house. 
“You sure you want to marry my sister?” Cash jokes as he takes a step back. He’s grinning, dimples carved into his cheeks. “Looks good, man.”
I glance at myself in the mirror. No one can blame me or act surprised by my pale pink suit. I love how it looks, and my hair looks damn good, too. I can only imagine how stunning Presley is going to look. We’re going to have a small “reception” after the ceremony with some of our closest friends. Sam will take pictures, and then we’ll go home to our house as husband and wife. 
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” I admit to Cash as I slip into my shoes. My hands are sweaty as I tuck my vows into the inner pocket of my coat. “You’ve got the rings?”
Cash pats the pocket of his dress pants and nods. “Safe and sound. You ready?”
I take one more look in the mirror. In less than an hour, I will have a wife. “Ready,” I croak.
When we arrive at the courthouse, the girls are already there. Presley is hiding away somewhere while Olivia, Cash, and I talk to the Justice of the Peace. I’m half listening as she explains how the ceremony will go. It’s very simple: the Justice says a few words, we share our vows and exchange rings, she pronounces us married, we sign the marriage license, and boom. 
“Are we ready to get started?” the Justice asks. 
I swallow hard. “Ready,” I say. 
The Justice of the Peace is a woman in her fifties with locs and eyes that crinkle in the corners when she smiles. “Congratulations,” she says, patting my shoulder. 
Olivia and I follow her into the courtroom. Cash is going to be walking Presley down the “aisle”, so he goes to find her. I wipe sweaty hands on my pants as Olivia and I approach the front of the room where the Justice stands. 
“Ready, Col?” Olivia asks, reaching up to fix my hair. “You look great. I’m so happy for you.” Hey eyes brim with tears and I pull her in for a hug.
“Thank you,” I say tightly, trying not to cry. I release her when someone clears their throat, and then, all of my attention is on the woman who is going to be my wife in just a few minutes.
I knew from the first time I saw her that Presley was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. As she stands in the doorway, her arm wrapped around her brother’s, I realize she’s even more beautiful than I ever thought possible.
Her dress is her in every sense of the word. It’s white, per tradition, but it’s sexy as hell while still being classy. Lace drapes over her tall frame as the dress hugs her curves, emphasizing her hips and breasts. Her long hair cascades down her back, pearls decorating the top of her head. Her hair is split in a tight middle part with the top smoothed back behind her ears as the rest hangs loose and flowy. Her makeup is flawless, making her eyes pop, and I can tell she’s wearing heels as she’s closer to Cash’s height than usual.
I have to remind myself to breathe as she smiles at me, bouncing on her toes with excitement. I let out a breathless laugh and press a hand flat to my chest, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat. Cash is beaming as they start to walk toward me. Every second that passes that she isn’t in my arms makes it harder and harder to breathe. This woman is going to be my wife.
Finally, after what feels like forever, Cash and Presley stop in front of me. Cash wraps her in a fierce hug, whispering words to her that I can’t make out. Then, he throws his arms around me in a huge bear hug. “You’re about to be my brother,” he says thickly, and tears sting in my eyes as I hug him so hard it almost hurts. He pulls away, steps aside, and then, all I see is Presley.
She steps forward, giving me her hands, and I let out a breath. Along with it come a few tears, but I don’t even care. I’ve never felt love like this, never felt emotion like this. “Hi baby,” she whispers, and I can tell she’s emotional, too. Her eyes glitter with unshed tears.
“Hi,” I say back, voice rough with emotion. “My god, you’re stunning.”
“You’re gorgeous,” she breathes, and then she’s in my arms. I hold her close, breathing in her intoxicating scent, and close my eyes. After a few moments, we pull back and step in front of the Justice, who’s smiling.
“Wow,” she remarks. “I’ve done this many times and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen two people more in love than the pair of you.”
Presley and I look at each other and beam.
“We are gathered here today to join the two of you in marriage,” the Justice says. “You have chosen to read your own vows. Who will start?”
“Me,” Presley says quickly, and I let go of her hands so Olivia can hand her vows over. Presley clears her throat and I notice her hands are trembling as she unfolds the paper. She meets my eyes and then looks down at her paper. She takes a deep breath and begins.
“Colson Baker. Less than a year ago, you were my celebrity crush. You still are, if I’m being honest. In the time I’ve known you, you have become my everything. My confidant, my inspiration, my safe place. The love of my life and my best friend.
“It’s hard to think that I lived without you for as long as I did. My eyes and my heart were closed to so many things before you. I didn’t know love like this actually existed outside of romance novels, but Col, you’re my real life love story.
“Colson, I promise to always love you and to always like you. I promise to always laugh at your jokes, even the cheesy ones. I promise to be your biggest fan and supporter. I promise to always be backstage or front row at your shows, screaming the loudest for you. I promise to always be your muse and your sounding board for ideas. 
“I promise to build a family with you when we’re ready. I promise to make you so happy that the pain you’ve felt in the past is a distant memory. Colson, I promise that I will always, always be yours, baby. I love you more than life.”
When she finishes, we’re both crying. It’s messy and almost pathetic, and we both laugh wetly when our respective witnesses hand us each a tissue. Once we’re a little more put together, the Justice asks Cash for my ring. He steps forward and hands it to Presley. 
The ring is black with roses on it, engraved on the inside. Presley slips the ring onto my finger. It fits perfectly and I nearly lose my breath looking down at my wedding ring.
“Colson, you may proceed with your vows,” the Justice says.
I nod and swallow hard, pulling my vows from my suit. I unfold the paper and clear my throat, looking at Pres for a long moment before looking at the paper. “Presley Maeve Carver,” I begin. “You came into my life when I needed you most and you never left.
“I had pretty much sworn myself to a life of solitude when we met. I remember when your brother told me to stay away from you. I was so mad, but now that I look back, I can’t blame him. I wasn’t on the right path. But Presley, you helped me find the path I so desperately needed.
“Pres, you’ve shown me what unconditional love is. You’ve shown me that every part of me is worth loving, even the dark parts that I’ve tried so hard to keep hidden. You make me feel so safe and so wholly myself. 
“I promise to love you no matter what happens. I promise to continue to write songs about you. I promise to always stare at you whether you’re dressed like this or wearing no makeup. I promise to hold your hand and kiss you as much as you want. I promise I will never let you down.
“I promise to be the best father to our children and the best husband to you. You make it easy, my love. I can’t wait to spend an eternity with you. I love you, Presley.”
More tears. After another couple of tissues, I slide Presley’s wedding band onto her finger, joining her engagement ring, and we take hands again. I’m shaking but I’m so beyond happy.
“Colson Baker,” the Justice of the Peace says, smiling up at me. “Do you take Presley Maeve Carver to be your wife?”
I look down into Presley’s emerald eyes. “I do,” I say firmly. 
“Presley Maeve Carver,” the Justice continues. “Do you take Colson Baker to be your husband?”
Pres squeezes my hands and smiles widely. “I do.”
“By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the Justice says. “Colson, you may kiss your bride.”
And fuck, do I.
Presley is in my arms in seconds, her body tipped back as I kiss her, tender and passionate and so full of love. She clings to me as we kiss, our tiny crowd cheering, and god, I don’t ever want to come up for air. I never want to let this woman go.
But I never have to.
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shesagothgirl · 2 years
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Worthy of Love - mgk
description; y/n and Colson attend a house party. Things get out of hand when y/n’s past confronts them.
warning: swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of smut
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Colson stood in the overcrowded kitchen, a solo cup in one hand, a blunt in the other, his icy blue eyes scanning the makeshift dance floor where a sea of bodies moved together to a trap song that he didn’t recognize. On a typical Saturday night he might be out there with them, jumping obnoxiously, majorly intoxicated - but tonight wasn’t a typical Saturday night. With the stress of the upcoming album, Colson didn’t feel like partying, from the moment he stepped through the threshold he regretted ever saying yes to his friends’ relentless begging. Taking a hit from his blunt, Colson felt the smoke fill his lungs, an attempt to take the edge off, his gaze settling on the middle of the dance floor where his girlfriend of two years stood in her all black outfit that hugged all the right places, engulfed in the arms of Sophie Llyod, the newest member of his band, the two women moving playfully to the beat of the music beating through the speakers. He watched as Y/N laughed, her infectious smile making one pull at his own lips, her long hair flowing gracefully down her back, her hips moving seductively to the music. If he had it his way, she would be pinned beneath him, their bodies wrapped together between their black satin sheets, but instead he was here, watching her from afar and deprived of her touch.
“I didn’t think you were gonna come.” a voice speaks, pulling Colson’s eyes from the dance floor to Brandon Allen, his best friend that had spent over an hour trying and failing, or so he thought, to get him to attend his celebratory album release houseparty. Colson chuckles, shaking his head as his eyes fall back on Y/N, who is moving her body against Sophie’s, securing the attention of the crowd around them.
“I didn’t plan on it.” Colson replies, tipping his head in the direction of the girl that forced him out of the house. “This was all her.” Brandon follows his gaze to the dance floor and smiles when he sees her. She had been a blessing in disguise when she stumbled, quite literally, into their lives all those years ago. Brandon could remember clearly the way Colson clung to her when she lost her footing exiting the VIP section of the urban night club, the two of them hitting it off almost instantly. It wasn’t long before Y/N was joining studio sessions and late night team meetings, becoming a best friend, as if she had been there all along, until, for her and Colson, being best friends wasn’t enough.
“She looks good.” Brandon says, a sense of pride filling his chest. He could tell, even from as far away as he was, that for the first time in a long time, she was genuinely happy. She radiated a glow that he missed seeing, and he knew Colson was the source. He and Y/N were made for each other, two individuals that were put on this earth to bring out the best in the other.
“She feels good.” Colson agrees, smiling as he watches Y/N sway to the beat of the music. She had come so far, learning how to love herself again, learning how to trust, he was proud of her. Colson had never loved anything the way that he loved her. He could think better when she was around, breathe better, life was easy with her. She unknowingly had him wrapped around her finger, and he wanted desperately to keep it that way. His eyes hungrily followed the curves of her body, teasing him with each swing of her hips and it was taking every inch of will power he had not to move from his spot and drag her back home.
Y/N could feel the sweat dripping down her back beneath her cropped black tank top, her body vibrating from the two shots of tequila she and Sophie had consumed four songs ago. She knew the moment that Brandon began blowing up Colson’s phone that they would be attending his party. She wanted him to let loose and enjoy the accomplishment of another successful album with the people he cared about most. He and his team had worked long nights and early mornings for months with the intent of the number one spot and despite Colson’s insistent perfectionist side, she knew there was no way ‘Mainstream Sellout’ was anything less than number one. He begged her to stay home, tempted her with the press of his soft lips against every inch of her body, teased her with his pink nail painted fingers weaved into her hair, but he knew he was no match for her, and in the end he was watching her eagerly pick out matching outfits for them and asking him if she should go “full glam” for her makeup look. “I need a drink!” Sophie yelled, pulling Y/N from her thoughts, the blonde girls statement making her realize her own thirst
Nodding her head eagerly Y/N intertwined her fingers with Sophie’s, allowing the guitarist to pull her through the sea of sweaty bodies and in the direction of the kitchen, oblivious to the tall, lurking man behind her until her name was leaving his lips. Slowing her steps, Y/N glances over her shoulder, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes connected with the pair of eerily familiar brown eyes she knew all too well. “Corey.” Sophie, sensing Y/N’s sudden hesitation, turns to face the pair staring at each other, being so new to the group, she didn’t recognize Corey or that he was Y/N’s ex-boyfriend.
“I was hoping you’d be here tonight.” Corey started casually, taking a step closer to Y/N, instinctively making her take a step away, her back colliding with Sophie’s chest. “Look, I just want to talk.” Corey continues, his anger beginning to grow at the way she cowers from him. Corey hadn’t seen Y/N in years, the last time being the morning he left for work, returning home later that day to an empty house cleared of all her belongings.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Y/N states softly, feeling the confidence she had spent the last four years building slipping from her grasp. Sophie slides her arm around Y/N’s waist, clearly seeing that whatever the situation was between the two of them, it wasn’t a safe one.
“Come on girl, I’m parched!” Sophie exclaims, pulling on Y/N’s waist, the young girl’s body easily moving with Sophie’s desperate to get away from Corey and all the memories he brought back. Corey feels the tension fill his body and he knows that if she gets away he won’t get another chance to be alone with her, so he latches his fingers around her wrist, tugging roughly to halt her movement, Y/N stumbling over her own feet. “What the fuck?” Sophie spits out, stepping around Y/N to shove at Corey’s chest, her hand just barely connecting with his chest before two hands are swiftly moving her to the side and replacing her is an agitated Colson.
He had been watching the entire interaction from the kitchen - controlling the way his blood boiled at the sight of Corey, ignoring the way he wanted to wrap his hands around his neck when he took a step near Y/N. Although Colson could see what Corey’s presence was doing to her, he was impressed with how Y/N had stood her ground, and for a moment he didn’t think he was going to have to intervene, until he put his hands on her. When they first met, it had taken Y/N month’s to trust Colson with the truth about the toxic relationship between her and Corey. He was sick to his stomach each time he thought about the way he hurt her and all the bruises she spent their whole relationship covering up. Corey had broken her down into a shell of herself, and it wasn’t until her run in with Colson that she discovered she was more than someone’s punching bag. “Corey,” Colson starts, his left hand finding Y/N’s right, intertwining their fingers together as he feels her left hand latch onto his forearm, hidden behind Colson’s 6’4 figure. “What are you doing here?” Every fiber in his body wanted nothing more than to connect his fist to Corey’s face, but in an attempt to keep his cool, he chose his words carefully.
“Kells, it’s good to see you, dude!” Corey greets, a fake smile plastered to his face. Ever since Colson had come into Y/N’s life he was a nuisance to Corey. He was the reason Y/N grew the confidence to leave him, to ruin their relationship and embarrass him. But Corey was no idiot, and knowing Machine Gun Kelly could get him a long way in life. Corey reaches for a handshake that Colson doesn’t return. By now a small circle has been made around the group, the dance floor unusually still as everyone watches the tense encounter. “I just wanted to talk to Y/N, clear some things up between the two of us.” Corey explains, Y/N’s grip tightening on Colson’s. She hated the way Corey made her feel; so insecure and small, so insignificant- feelings that Colson spent day after day mending until she saw herself how he saw her.
“She doesn’t want to talk to you.” Colson retorts, his gaze never leaving Corey’s. Y/N lets out a breath, her stomach tightening, she couldn’t help but think about what would have happened if Colson wasn’t there, but he was, he always was.
“Come on, man, you can’t seriously believe all the shit she’s saying about me.” Corey practically shouts, a desperate attempt to defend himself making the anger in Colson grow. Corey didn’t realize how much self control was holding Colson back. “She broke up with me to be with you. Her being a slut doesn’t make me an abuser.” The words are out of Corey’s mouth and into the air before he can stop it, and within seconds, Colson’s releasing his grip on Y/N, his right fist connecting with Corey’s mouth: once, twice, three times.
Y/N lunges forward, grabbing onto Colson’s arm, realizing the situation and the hundred people surrounding them watching it unfold. She could practically see the next TMZ article commenting on MGK’s bad attitude and unfortunate personality, she would be damned if his image was tainted because of her asshole of an ex. “Colson, stop.” From her peripheral vision she could see Brandon pushing through the crowd trying to get to Colson before things went too far. Colson was bent over Corey’s body that lay flat on the ground, his fist wrapped around the collar of his t-shirt, his other hand pulled back, aimed for Corey’s nose when Y/N tried again. “Please,” She shouted, tugging desperately at his arm, panicked at the thought of his life being ruined because of her. The word, acting as a trigger, immediately pulled Colson’s attention to Y/N, dropping his hands roughly from the beaten body beneath him.
“If I ever catch you near her again, you’re dead.” Colson muttered, so quietly that only Corey and few people standing close enough could hear before he straightened to his full height, turning to face Y/N for the first time since the altercation began. Behind him Brandon had gotten to Corey, he and Rook, who was somewhere outside when things begin, lifting him from the ground to remove him from the party. Colson’s eyes found Y/N, who stood in worry for her boyfriend, anxious to be in his arms. She was sure he hadn’t been hit, but everything had happened so fast, she needed to make sure. Colson released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in, and started walking through the crowd, his fingers grazing Y/N’s bare arm as he passed her and headed down the hall towards the bathroom, needing to settle himself. Y/N was hot on his heels, slipping into the brightly lit bathroom behind him, closing and locking the door.
Colson sat on the closed seat of the toilet, his head in his hands as he took a few deep breaths. He could usually control himself better than that, especially around Y/N. He worked continuously to keep violence away from her, to avoid anything triggering, but hearing him call her a liar, insinuating that their relationship started unloyally when it was anything but, it made his blood boil. He could remember the day clearly that Y/N had called him crying, the black eye she had when she answered her front door was enough from him to demand she leave with him right then. They packed her stuff and the guest room at Colson’s became hers, he spent the night rocking her to sleep, reassuring her that she was safe and that he would never let anyone hurt her again. “I’m sorry.” Y/N whispers, standing by the doorway as she watches Colson cautiously.
“Don’t.” Colson says quietly, shaking his head as he looks up and into her worried eyes. “Don’t apologize for him.” Colson continues, reaching his hand out to grab hers pulling her closer until she’s crouched in front of him, her hands resting on his knees. “I shouldn’t have lost my cool like that.”
“Are you kidding?” Y/N laughs, her hand reaching up to push Colson’s messy pink hair out of his brilliant blue eyes. “The prick deserved it.” Y/N smiles, running her fingers across his cheek bones. She had spent so many years trapped with Corey that she never would have imagined herself here, placed before a man that loved her more than life, that would do anything for her, give anything for her, she never knew she was worthy of love, until Colson.
“He did, huh?” Colson laughs, placing his hands on both of Y/N’s cheeks, his eyes boring into hers.
“Thank you.” Y/N says softly.
“For what?”
“For protecting me, for loving me.” She speaks, her words sending a chill up his spine. “How did I get so lucky?”
Colson smiles, running a hand through Y/N’s long hair, his forehead pressed to hers. “Nah baby, I’m the lucky one.” Colson presses his lips to hers, reveling in the way her lips feel against his. He knew she was his soulmate, the only person in the world he could imagine his life with, he was irrevocably hers.
“See if we would have just stayed home like I wanted to, none of this would have happened.” Y/N teases, knowing that the events of tonight never would have occurred if she would have just listened to Colson.
“Yeah, yeah, very funny, can we go home now?” Y/N laughs as she places another kiss on his lips before standing and pulling him up with her. She would spend the rest of the night, and probably the next morning, making it up to him the way he wanted from the start, wrapped around each other.
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