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I’m not sure on how I feel about this one, but I’m posting it anways 😅🤞
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“My Best Friend, My Girlfriend, My Everything”
Colson Baker x Female Reader
Warnings - Slight angst, fluffy ending 💕
Prompts used: Credit goes to all original owners -
1. "How drunk are you?" "V...Very." "Drunk enough not to remember tonight? "Hmm." "Good. I love you. And I'm tired of being just your best friend."
2. "He will never know that I like him." "Why?" "Because I'm just one of the million stars, and he's the moon.
3. I can’t believe it took me all these years to realise how I truly feel about you.
4. "Wow those bloodstained clothes really bring out your eyes... Of course I'm being sarcastic! Get over here and let me stitch you up!"
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Most would think that traveling with an international superstar who also happened to be your lifelong best friend, would mean hitting the jackpot in life. But realistically after a month stuck surrounded by testosterone in such close quarters with a bunch of men who often act like overgrown toddlers , you can’t help but begin to feel like a glorified babysitter. You suppose it doesn’t help that you also happen to be ridiculously in love with said best friend.
After one particular show, you found yourself back on the tour bus while the others went out to celebrate another successful show.
Just because you were Colson’s friend, didn’t mean that you didn’t have your part to play. You liked to feel useful so you took up a part time role, sharing managerial duties with Ashley. This time you found yourself working with Sam to provide visual content for the fans and ensure that Colson’s schedule was running smoothly.
When the quietness you’d been experiencing over the last couple of hours suddenly ends, You couldn’t help but internally roll your eyes. climbing out of your bunk you go to see what all the commotion was about.
You enter the main sitting space and your mouth swings open in shock. In front of you Colson’s face was caked in blood and his clothes were stained with the same substance Rook was laughing hysterically at him and Slim had a smirk on his face, which he attempts to cover when he sees the look on your face.
“What in the actual hell happened here?!” You exclaim.
“Y/N helloooooo”
Colson rushes over to try and embrace you but you hold him at arms length, not wanting to get covered in his blood.
“Look at this, how cool does this look!” He says giddily, jumping around like an overgrown puppy, trying to show the jagged cut that seems to run down his forehead.
“Oh yeah really cool, those bloodstained clothes really bring out your eyes.”
Colson looks at you with glassy eyes and a slightly confused expression on his face and a pout on this face.
“Are you being sarcastic?”
“Yes, of course I am being sarcastic! Get in there and let me stitch you up!” You shout out in frustration and worry. You leave him alone for one night and this happens!
Grabbing his hand you force yourself and his tall frame into the tiny bathroom cubicle, with the first aid kit under the sink.
Colson collapses down onto the toilet seat as you begin to clean his face.
He winces softly as you clean around the wound and begin to apply the temporary stitches.
“How did this even happen anyways?” You ask him as he fiddles with the loose threads on your jumper.
“Rook said I couldn’t do parkour over a car, so obviously I had to prove him wrong” he mumbles, the amounts of alcohol he had consumed during the night finally catching up with him.
You couldn’t help but sport a small smile on your face, because of course it was something just so stupid.
Once you were satisfied with your work, you pack away the first aid kit and attempt to pull him up but Colson just pulls you down easily onto his lap and wraps his long arms around your frame.
“You are that best person I know Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you as my friend”
How drunk are you?" You whisper as you lean against his chest.
“V...Very."
"Drunk enough not to remember tonight?” You asked curious.
Normally Colson’s memory no matter what he drinks is top tier.
"Hmm yeah, probably” he answers, resting his head on your shoulder.
At that response and the fact that you didn’t want him falling asleep in the tiniest toilet possible you stand up and grab is hand once more. He doesn’t protest when you lead him to the back of the bus to where his bedroom is.
He throws his weight into the bed and watch him crawl under the covers.
“Night Kells” you whisper and go to exit the room to head back to your own bunk.
Before you can make it through the sliding door, your best friend speaks up, his voice raspy and slightly needy.
“Stay with me?”
You hesitate at first, not really knowing If you could handle being that close to him for the entire night. Your heart was already beating twice as fast as it should, but you aren’t really great at denying Colson. You never was. So when a cracked, “please” leaves his mouth, you cave and climb under the covers with him.
It doesn’t take long for sleep to claim him but the same doesn’t happen for you. You’ve lost count of how many times you and Colson have shared a bed over the years but where he sees friendship, recently you’ve been struggling to stop the lines from blurring.
Colson wraps you up in his arms subconsciously, like he’s done so many times before, yet this time you find yourself frozen as you stare softy at his peaceful sleeping face.
“I love you Colson Baker. I love you and I'm tired of being just your best friend."
A tear escapes your eye, letting it fall, you wait for what feels forever for sleep to fall over you.
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The next morning you are up and out of Colson’s room before he awakens and do your best to avoid him and any awkward conversations that the day might entail. You weren’t exactly to ready to find out if he remembered his night.
No one really picks up on your behaviour and you think you made it through the day perfectly, before Ashley corners you backstage at soundcheck.
“You like him don’t you? In fact it’s more than that … you are in love with him”
Knowing that you can’t hide the truth from your friend, you look her in the eye and give her a sad smile.
“He can never know that I like him."
"Why?" Ash questions you.
"Because I'm just one of million stars, and he's the moon, he deserves so much better that me”
You slightly cruse the tears that begin falling once more and do your best to wipe them without ruining your make up.
Ash gives you a soft smile and shakes her head.
“I’ve seen the say that boy looks at you. You may think he’s the moon but he looks at you like you’re the one holding his entire world. Last night should have been enough evidence! It was you he wanted to patch him up, it was you he wanted attention from and it you he wanted to hold. It’s always you. It’s not about what you can give him or what he can give you, it’s simply about the love that you share and the happiness you provide each other. He doesn’t want to be Mr international superstar with you. He just wants to be Colson, your Colson.”
After her little speech, Ashley leaves you alone as you try and process her words. But you weren’t alone for long as a voice behind you startles you.
“She’s right you know.”
You gasp and turn to fave the voice you knew all too well.
“Colson! What the hell?!”
“She’s right” he repeats.
“Right about what exactly?”
“You might think I’m the moon, but you are my whole world. You are more than just a star, so, so much more.”
“Colson…” you close your eyes, unsure on if you want to have this conversation, but realistically you knew there was no escape.
Colson stalks forward, invading your personal space and holds your chin in his fingers so that you are holding direct eye contact with each other.
“I heard you last night… your confession. I wasn’t really asleep and frankly I’m surprised I remembered this morning. In all honesty i was going to pretend until you felt ready to have the conversation but after hearing what you said to Ashley, well I couldn’t pretend anymore. I can’t believe it took me all these years to realise how I truly feel about you. I can’t believe it took stupid dare inflicted injury and a single moment in a tour bus bathroom for everything to fall into place”
With shaky hands, your fingers touched the small wound on his head and caressed it lightly.
Not trusting your voice, you whisper out a quick response, “I’m so happy it did”.
Colson takes that as cue to plant a kiss on you, a moment you felt as if you could live in forever, before he pulls away to look at you.
“I’ll love, protect and cherish you, forever. My best friend, my girlfriend, my everything.”
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The Tour IX
Warning: swearing, make out, drinking, angst
Why the fuck did I do that? If all she wants to do is fuck my brains out a couple of times a day, I should let her and say thank you for it.
Colson paces around his hotel room, pissed at his stupid ego. He only shut you down because he was hoping you’d see him as more than just a fuck buddy. It felt dirty when you’d said it to him that it physically made his skin crawl. You deserved so much more than just a casual fling and he couldn’t believe you didn’t see that.
He was not in the mindset to put on a concert but he had to pull himself together. He had a quick shower, trying his best not to think about you as he cleaned his naked body. Every time he thought of you, he thought of your lips, your moans, your tight, wet pussy wrapped around his-
Stop fucking thinking about her!
Colson had to completely shut his brain off if he was going to get anything done. He shaved and jumped out of the shower, drying off and wrapping the towel around his waist. He picked out an outfit to wear to the venue, his concert outfit already in the green room of the venue.
He’d thought it was ridiculous when Ashleigh had suggested letting a stylist pick out his concert outfits but now he didn’t mind so much. She had good taste and the clothes were usually pretty comfortable on stage. Besides, he already used her to design and choose his outfits for events so it wasn’t like he didn’t trust her to a certain point.
A knock at the door interrupts just as he’s about to pull his t-shirt on and he growls quietly to himself, feeling particularly irritable after his conversation with you. He throws the t-shirt on and stomps over to the door. He’s surprised to find a very concerned Rook and Ashleigh standing there, staring at him, burning fire and brimstone into his soul.
“What do you two want?” he asks with a gruff tone, turning and walking away without hearing their answer.
“Have you seen Y/N?” Ashleigh asks in a panic. That makes him sit up and pay attention. Ash never panics.
“No, why?” he looks between the two of them when no one makes any attempt to answer. “Would someone please fucking answer, you’re freaking me out.”
“No one has seen her since we left the venue. I thought she’d gone to her room to take a nap but I’ve been banging on her door for half an hour with no answer,” Rook explains before pulling his phone out and dialling a number. “No, she’s not in here.” he tells whoever is on the other end of the line and hangs up.
It doesn’t make any sense to Colson. Why wouldn’t you have come back from the venue when everybody else did?
Hello, earth to dumbass! Maybe because you were a dick to her and she didn’t want to be around you!
Colson swallows the bile rising in the back of his throat at the thought of you alone, upset and wandering a city you don’t know. He pulls his phone out and tried calling you but it goes straight to voicemail. It’s not like you to just disappear. What if someone saw you and grabbed you while everyone was off in their own selfish fucking worlds.
“Didn’t she leave the venue with you?” Ash asks like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and Colson immediately feels guilty.
“Um…no, we had a-a discussion and then I left to…to get something to eat and nap,” he quickly explains and they both eye him suspiciously.
“What kind of discussion?” Rook narrows his eyes at Colson and he’s never felt it before but suddenly he’s afraid of his best friend.
The sound of your voice echoing through the hallway sets everyone at ease. Colson, Ashleigh and Rook all stick their heads out to see you walking down the hallway, absentmindedly talking on the phone. When you look up to see three sets of eyes staring, you stop dead in your tracks.
“I’ll call you back,” you mumble into the phone to your friend. “Why are you all staring at me?”
“Where the hell have you been? We’ve been calling you for hours!” Ashleigh is visibly frustrated and you’re not used to that emotion.
“Sorry, there was some drama at my old job and one of my friends called to vent.”
They didn’t need to know that you actually called her to sob about what Colson had said to you and that she was yelling at you to grow a pair, make the asshole sit up and pay attention. You consciously avoid his eyes, focusing only on Rook and Ashleigh’s gazes.
“Sorry, I didn’t realise how long I was gone for. I’m going to call her back and get ready.”
You push past everyone and head to your room, ignoring their stares that follow you down the hallway, and close your door securely behind you.
“What the fuck did you do?” Rook turns back to Colson, a dark look taking over his usually soft features.
“What are you talking about?” Colson deflects nonchalantly.
“She couldn’t even look at you. What the fuck was this so called ‘discussion’ the two of you had? Did it have anything to do with you swiping her room key from Ashleigh that first night?”
That night seemed so long ago now that Colson had all but blocked it from his mind. He wanted nothing more than to allow the memory to come flashing back to his mind but he pushed it away as quickly as it popped up. He knew Rook was just being protective of his friend and he couldn’t fault him for that but what happened between you and him was your own damn business.
“No, now leave it the fuck alone,” Colson gritted through his teeth before slamming his door shut effectively ending the conversation, for now.
The after party that Baze was throwing in his hotel room was so wild, you didn’t know where to look. In one corner there was Rook and Baze doing shots off half naked women, in another corner there was guys playing flaming beer pong which seemed like the dumbest idea ever, in another part of the room there was couples playing swap the girlfriend and then there was a bunch of people in the bathroom playing bathtub karaoke. You stood awkwardly off to the side, half listening to Ashleigh and Sophie’s drunk conversation and half watching the festivities. You could feel Colson watching you, a group of women hanging off him and trying to hold his attention.
You didn’t recognise most of the people in the room except for your friends. There was a few familiar faces from backstage and a few friends of Baze’s from back home. A lot of bikey types with long hair, extensive tattoos and dark expressions. This party didn’t seem like their sort of scene but they swayed along to the music anyway. One of them caught your eye and smiled at you and suddenly he didn’t look so intimidating. You smiled and tipped your solo cup in his direction and he winked at you.
He had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. His skin was tanned like he spent a lot of time outdoors. He wore a tight black t-shirt that hugged his rippling muscles perfectly. His tight black jeans showed off the muscularity of his thighs and his amazing ass. He either worked out a lot or was handcrafted by a Greek god.
He strides across the room, his gaze never leaving your face, and stands in front of you with a kind smile and warm eyes. You can smell his cologne and you can’t help but take a deep breath in. He’s even taller up close and if you had to guess, you’d assume he might even be taller than Colson.
“Hi,” the stranger calls out over the music.
“Hey,” you call back, standing on your tippy toes so he can hear you clearer.
“I’m Chase,” he holds out his large hand and you allow it to encapsulate your own.
“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”
You notice a rather large rose tattoo on his right hand and you can’t help but stroke your thumb over it in admiration. Chase notices your interest and places his hand palm down in yours so you can study it closer.
“First tattoo I ever got, hurt like a mother fucker but I was pretty hooked after that,” he explains as you study the colouring and line work.
You look up his arms but frown when you notice no other tattoos. He smiles at you understandingly before lifting the bottom of his shirt to show toned abs and an extensive tattoo. You can only see part of it but you're pretty sure it leads the whole way up his torso. The bottom half of the tattoo appears to be the bottom half of a skull surrounded by more roses, all different colours. You can just make out the handle of a large sword that leads all the way up the length of his body.
“That must’ve taken forever to finish,” you eye the tattoo with approval, resisting the urge to reach out and touch it.
“Was a bunch of sessions spread over a few months but totally worth it. I’d be happy to show the whole tattoo some time,” he winks at you and you immediately blush.
You can still feel Colson’s stare on the side of your face and it takes all your strength not to flip him the bird.
You want to stare? I’ll give you something to look at.
You release your earlier self-control and reach out to run your finger over the edge of Chase’s tattoo. He watches as you trace his tattoo and suddenly the gesture feels way too intimate for a crowded room.
“I would love to see your tattoo but maybe not somewhere so public?” You look up at him with innocent eyes and his immediately light up at your invitation.
“Where did you have in mind?”
You take his hand and lead him to the door and down the hallway to your room. You unlock the door and slip both of you inside, feeling like you’re running away from something or somehow who’s following behind but you know it’s a stupid thought. When you’re alone in your room you’re suddenly hyper aware that even though Chase is a friend of Baze, he’s a complete stranger to you and now you’re alone in your room with him.
“Do you want something to drink?” you ask, slipping your way to the mini fridge that you stocked with your favourite drinks and a beer.
“Yeah sure, anything is fine,” Chase nods and sits down on the armchair near the fridge.
You pull out two beers and hand him one. You take a big sip for liquid courage and stare at the floor. When you make no attempt to speak, the room begins to fill with an uncomfortable silence.
“So how do you know everyone?” Chase asks politely.
“I went on a date with Rook once but we realise about halfway through the night that we were better off as friends,” you shrug, finding the story so embarrassing now that you see Rook more like an older brother than a friend.
“Oh so you’re not like secretly in love with him or anything?” he teases and you laugh but shake your head.
No, not Rook. Just his best friend.
“So, I’m pretty sure I was promised a tattoo viewing?”
The beer is mixing with the alcohol you’d already consumed and you’re starting to feel way more courageous. Chase grins a heartbreaking smile and places his beer on the floor beside him. He stands and lifts his shirt over his head, giving you a full view of his tattoo.
The top part of the skull has a red and black snake looping it’s way through the eye sockets, the colours so vibrant that it almost seems real. The flowers lead up around the skull, almost like it was dropped into a field of them. The sword is nestled between the flowers leading up to the middle of his chest. At the top of his chest is a banner that reads In rosa iaceat.
“What do the words mean?” you ask curiously.
“Loosely translated it means ‘let him lie on the rose’.”
You nod and move closer to him. You outline the entirety of the tattoo this time, not missing the way Chase’s breathing catches every time your fingertips move to a different aspect of the tattoo. His skin is warm and smooth but his muscles are hard. A complete juxtaposition. He smells even better up close. You stand on your tippy toes to study the Latin words sprawled across his skin. Before you can stop yourself, you lean forward and brush your lips along the words. He rolls his head back and lets out a groan of approval. You don’t know why you do it but for right now, you don’t want to think, you don’t want to analyse, you just want to do.
You run your fingers up his arms and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He responds by placing his hands on your hips. You walk him backwards until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he sits. You straddle his lap, already feeling his hard cock under you. You lean forward slowly, teasingly, and press your lips gently to his. That’s when he takes over.
Chase wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls you to him so your lips are firmly against his. He grinds up into you and you moan into his mouth. He pulls your t-shirt over your head and runs his hands down your back until he finds the clasp of your bra. He unhooks it and drops it beside you, taking your breasts in his large hands. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip before slipping it inside. You’re a furied frenzy of kisses, moans and hot breaths. Chase stands and just as he drops you onto the bed to hover above you, your door slams open causing your head to whip in its direction. A very pissed Colson stands in the doorway staring back and forth between the two of you. You quickly cover your chest with your arms and stare wide eyed at him.
“Get out,” he breathes in an eerily calm voice.
Chase looks down at you for a second before looking back at Colson. Without saying a word, he stands, grabs his t-shirt off the back of the chair and squeezes past Colson’s unmoving frame.
Before you even have a chance to tell Colson to get out and go fuck one of his groupies, he’s across the room and on top of you in a second. His lips find yours and his desperate kisses are so tempting you almost give in.
“Get the fuck off me!” you screech at the top of your lungs and Colson immediately leans back so you can wriggle off the bed.
You pick your bra and shirt off the floor and redress yourself. Without even looking at him, you storm back to the party in the hopes that Chase hasn’t left. You search the room and spot him standing with the group of men he started with except Baze, Rook and Slim are also in the group now too. You slip in between Chase and another guy, wrapping your arm around his waist. He looks down at you in surprise but drapes his arm over your shoulders and pulls you to his side. Rook quirks an eyebrow at you but you just smile.
Screw Colson. Just because he doesn’t want to fuck, doesn’t mean I’ll go without sex for the next 3 months.
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Ours | Chapter 15
Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)
Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!
Warnings/Content: Mentions of suicide, mentions of pills, sad Colson, swearing, emotional reunions, the downfall of MF, smut (18+), makeup sex, lovemaking
Thank you so much for all the support on the last few chapters. I know the angst is heavy and it's not going away just yet. But I wanted to include some smut to break up all the sadness. Hope y'all enjoy!
Colson
The sleeping pills helped me to fall asleep, but they didn’t help me stay asleep.
I’m not sure what time it is because I haven’t picked up my phone or glanced at the clock on the wall. Instead, I’m lying on my side looking out the window. All I can see are buildings, a corporate wasteland. It’s a dreary day, clouds threatening to rain but not quite letting it go yet.
I’m so fucking thankful for Cash. I’m so glad he stopped me from going through with it. I will forever be grateful for the fact that I wasn’t able to kill myself. I can’t believe I was even thinking of it. But at the same time, everything feels so fucking destitute. The world still believes I’m an abuser. I pushed the person I love the most away. I’m in the hospital because my mental health hit a scary low. I’m glad I’m alive, but I’m not sure how I’m supposed to pull myself out of this.
“Mr. Baker?” The voice is soft and I roll over to see who it is. It’s Dr. Schultz, standing in my doorway. She smiles softly. “May I come in?”
“Sure,” I croak, slowly moving to a sitting position.
“Did you get some sleep?” she asks, coming over and having a seat beside my bed.
I shrug weakly. “A little,” I admit.
“You’re going through a lot,” she remarks. “It’s understandable to struggle.”
I nod, averting my eyes. God, I don’t want to cry again. I never fucking cry, but I’ve cried so much the past few days. Hell, the past month.
“It’s 7:00,” Dr. Schultz says. “Your brother in law is here. We are ready to discharge you if you’re ready.”
I blink and glance at her. “Just him?” I ask.
“As far as I know, yes,” Dr. Schultz says with a nod. “Are you comfortable going home? We have options. There are treatment facilities–”
“I’m ready,” I say. What I’m not ready for is a treatment facility. I need to be home with my wife. But I’m not sure she’s even coming home.
I’m discharged fairly quickly and Dr. Schultz walks me out the side door. She gives me her direct receptionist’s number and tells me to call her if I ever need anything. I thank the doctor and she gives me a hug. I’m surprised by the gesture but it makes me feel better.
Cash is standing against his car and he straightens when he sees me. As the doctor goes back inside, I approach Cash who throws his arms around me. “You okay, brother?” he asks.
“I’m alright,” I sigh. “Cash…”
“Let’s get you home,” Cash says. “We can talk in the car.” I nod and climb into the passenger’s seat. Cash drives away from the hospital and we’re both quiet for a few minutes.
“Cash,” I say again. “You should know that I’m not…I’m not a risk.”
“Okay,” Cash says quietly, keeping his eyes on the road.
“I can’t believe I ever had those thoughts in my head,” I confess. “It’s not what I want. Okay? I want to be alive. Things just got…”
“Heavy?”
“Yeah.” I nod. “Heavy.”
“That’s okay,” Cash says quietly. “You’re not alone, man. Everything’s going to be okay.”
I’m not sure how he could possibly know that. Nothing has changed. Megan is still a lying bitch and the world still hates me. We’re quiet the rest of the drive.
I have my eyes closed as we pull up to the house and I trudge behind Cash up to my door. I type in the passcode and the door swings open. I take one step inside before I realize we’re not alone. I look up to see everyone waiting for me. Everyone. Liv, Ash, Slim, Baze, Rook.
And Presley.
My knees almost buckle but I keep it together. Presley is here. And she’s so fucking beautiful, even without makeup, her eyes swollen from crying. Her face is a map of emotion when I look at her: sadness, guilt, love. I want so badly to scoop her into my arms but I don’t know what to do quite yet. “Hi,” I croak.
The others greet me, and the longer I study them, realization creeps in. Why do they all look so…serene? Almost…proud? “What’s going on?” I ask.
“It’s over,” Ashleigh says. “That’s what’s going on.”
I scratch the back of my neck, cocking my head in confusion. “What’s over?”
“Megan’s career. Her reputation,” Rook says, eyes flashing with a combination of indignation and pride.
“Presley got proof,” Ashleigh says, and my eyes flick over to my wife. She looks small somehow, standing there with her arms crossed protectively over her chest.
“Proof?” I ask, brow furrowing. Presley nods, but she stays quiet.
“Your girl went into the fuckin’ lion’s den,” Slim says, wrapping an arm around Presley’s shoulders. “She went to Megan’s, got her to confess, and recorded her confession.”
“Your girl is a fucking badass,” Baze says with a grin.
“We all posted the confession on Instagram,” Slim continues. “Within twenty minutes, Megan’s reputation was fucking ruined.”
I blink, shaking my head. “I don’t understand…”
“Your name is cleared, baby,” Presley says. The use of the pet name startles me, fills my chest with hope.
I stare at them all, bewildered. “Really?” I ask, scared to hope but doing it anyway. Could it really be over?
“Our posts have been shared hundreds of thousands of times,” Slim says. “Everyone fucking hates Megan now.”
“She even confessed to hitting you,” Rook says. “Now you guys have a great case for defamation.”
My hands tremble and I look at each of them, trying to comprehend what’s going on. “It’s…over?” I ask. “You swear?”
Presley takes a tentative step forward. She looks timid and it breaks my heart. She nods. “It’s over, Cols.”
There’s a moment of silence, stillness. And then, at once, it’s like we all come to life. At the same time, Presley and I lunge for each other and her limbs wrap around me so tightly it’s almost hard to breathe. I cling to her and breathe in her scent, shaky with emotion. Relief is the strongest one. The others hug too, laughing and celebrating.
I can’t believe I almost missed this. I almost gave up, and then Megan really would’ve won. But she lost. She fucking lost. There’s no coming back from this. I laugh against Presley’s neck even as tears fill my eyes. I never, ever want to put her down. My girl, my hero.
“I can’t fucking believe you went to her house,” I say.
She pulls back from the hug but stays in my arms. Her green eyes are watery and she gives me a wobbly smile. “Anything for you.” I secure one arm under her butt and cup her cheek, pulling her in for a hard kiss. Our tears mingle on our faces but I don’t care. It’s the most perfect kiss I’ve ever felt.
We kiss for a few minutes, both of us crying and laughing at the same time. “I’m so sorry I left,” Presley whimpers into my mouth. It’s then that I realize it’s gone quiet around us. I turn around in time to see Cash closing the door, leaving us alone in our foyer. As much as I’m thankful for everyone, all I want is to be alone with Presley right now.
We don’t even make it to the couch. I sink onto the floor right where we are, Presley still wrapped around me. She cups my face, then lets her fingers wander across my cheekbones, my forehead, through my hair. Her eyes map out my face, almost rememorizing it. I can’t believe I almost left her behind. God.
I cup her face and kiss her hard. She makes a soft sound in response, her hands pressing to my cheeks as she kisses me back. I’m desperate for a shower and some food, and I need to get some sleep, but I don’t care about any of that right now. All I care about is my girl in my lap, kissing me because I’m still alive. We’re both here, together, and we’re going to be okay. All the bullshit is over. We’re so much stronger than Megan’s vindication could ever be.
I break the kiss and Presley looks confused, her perfect brows knitting together, but then I lift her – my – hoodie over her head. My eyes widen slightly as I toss the garment aside. My wife isn’t wearing a damn thing under that hoodie. I swallow hard and bring my eyes back up to hers. Her eyes are a little darker, but she still looks…shy. Scared.
But then, she peels off my shirt and lets her hands slide down over my chest. Neither of us says a word. We’re communicating solely through touch. The way we’ve always been able to. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in so she’s flush against me, her nipples pressing into my chest. We moan softly together and then I knit my fingers into her hair and kiss her.
The kiss is so overwhelming it almost makes me want to cry again. I always feel Presley’s love through her kisses but this is different. She devours me, trying to get as close as possible, and I cling to her like a port in a storm. My girl. Back with me. Kissing me, half-naked on my lap.
I grip her hips and shove them backwards, which silently communicates what I’m asking for. She stands up and drops her sweats and panties in one go. As I watch her, I slip out of my own sweats and boxers, shoving them aside. Pres settles in my lap again and I grip her hips, pulling her close. We both gasp huskily when my tip bumps against her. It’s been so fucking long since we’ve done this and I know neither of us is going to last very long.
“Pres,” I say, finally finding my voice. “Baby. Is this okay?”
“Shhh, Col,” Presley says, her lips pressed against mine. I moan at the feeling of her plump lips and kiss her again, sucking on her bottom lip. With that, her hand finds my cock and positions it at her entrance. I hold my breath as she sinks down slowly, watching as she winces. I know I’m big and she needs time to adjust on a normal day, let alone when we haven’t had sex in right around a month.
She starts to lift her hips but I grip them sternly and meet her eyes. Her eyes flicker with a question. “Relax,” I say gruffly. “Don’t hurt yourself. Got time.”
Presley whimpers and her eyes fill with tears. I get it. I’m equally as desperate, but I want this to be good for her, and if she pushes herself too fast, she’ll just end up sore and uncomfortable. “C’mere,” I whisper, pulling her face to mine. We press our foreheads together and I wait for her breathing to slow, to become less shaky.
Jade eyes flick to mine and my breath catches in my throat. “Now?” she whimpers, and she sounds so wrecked that I just want to make all her fears and sadness disappear.
I swallow hard and nod. “Yeah, baby.” With my permission, Presley’s head tips back and she lifts up before sliding back down. The sensation of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my dick makes me lightheaded. God, I can’t believe we went so long without this. I feel guilty, but I can’t focus on anything other than feeling fucking euphoric when Presley speeds up her movements.
“Colson,” she sobs, and my hands find her ass, soft and thick beneath my fingers. I grip her tightly and start to meet her thrusts, bucking my hips up. Presley cries out in ecstasy, and we’ve barely gotten started but she’s already pulsing around me.
“Pres,” I grit out. “Let go, my love. Let go.”
And she does.
Presley falls to pieces in my lap. Her pussy squeezes my dick like a vise and then gushes around me as her long, black nails dig into my shoulders. Her back arches hard, pushing her breasts up, and I watch as her nipples harden and goosebumps cover her skin. The wail that leaves her lips is pained and desperate, but I know it’s because the pleasure is all-encompassing. I watch my wife fall apart in total awe of her beauty. I can’t believe she’s mine and I can’t believe I almost lost her.
As soon as she starts to fall from her peak, I pull her into me and kiss her hard. I whine low in my throat as my balls tighten and my cock jerks. Presley intentionally tightens around me and I curse, gripping her asscheeks so hard they’re bound to have marks on them when we’re done. As my wife bites down on my bottom lip, I erupt inside of her, and I don’t need to see it to know how much cum I’m filling her with. I come so hard it hurts, my entire body rigid and shaking, and at the same time, Presley and I relax.
She slumps over me, draping her arms loosely around my neck as our hearts pound wildly against each other’s. My ears are ringing so it takes me a second to realize Presley is talking to me, her voice a timid whisper. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her words make my heart squeeze and I frown, holding her tighter.
“Pres, no,” I soothe. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I left.”
“Shhh.” I rub her back, taking my time to feel her soft skin. “You’re okay. We’re okay, baby.”
Presley starts to cry and it breaks me. Just when I thought I had no tears left, my eyes start to sting. Presley’s cries are broken and so fucking sad and I would do anything to take her pain away.
“Presley,” I say, voice rough with emotion. “Just be here with me. Please?” My voice is desperate, pleading. I just need us to be okay, just for a few minutes.
She nods and sniffles, and after a few moments, her cries fade. I pull her so we’re lying down, my cock still buried inside of her. Neither of us wants to separate, and not even for sexual reasons. We’ve been disconnected for so long that if I weren’t physically inside her, we wouldn’t be close enough. We caress everywhere we can reach. My hands wander her back, her arms, over her ass and onto her thigh. Her hands trace over my facial features, down my chest, my back. She’s warm and soft and perfect and mine, and all at once, I’m at peace. After a month of panic and horror and misery, I can finally rest. And without intending to do so right here on the foyer floor, I do.
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I would love to read a one shot about Colson being jealous/possessive because a guy is trying to flirt with his girl. Smut too please 🥺
here you go! i hate this sm😭
-Jealous-
Plot:Another man flirts with you (Colson's girlfriend)
tags/warnings:jealously,mention of a drug deal,small degradation,praise, “sir” kink,aggression kinda,angst
You and Colson were on the way to his dealer. He's been out of his pills for a while and has been begging you to come with him. His hand was on your thigh,the other hand on the wheel. "Ma,hand me a blunt." He said. you nodded,reaching into the glove department then lighting it and passing it to him. He grabbed it and you used one of your hands to grab the wheel for him.
"Who is this guy you're buying from? Have I met him before?" You asked as he passed it back to you and you took your hand off the wheel. "Nah,he's new. He seems okay,good prices." He responded. You looked out the window and watched as he parked in front of a big white house. He went to the other side of the car and opened the door for you,his hand holding yours.He looked at you and pulled your crop top up,trying to cover your boobs.
You both walked onto the porch and a tall man came out of the house. Colson shook his hand then turned back to you, "I forgot my money in the car wait here." He said. He walked away at the dealers eyes immediately went to you. "God damn." He mumbled under his breath,his eyes looking at you up and down.
"Hm?" You asked,trying to act like you didn't hear him. His hand grabbed your hand and he traced his fingers around the gems on your promise ring. "This is pretty." He said. "You're so pretty."
"Uhm thank you,but i'm with Colson." You said,backing up a little with his hand still on yours. Colson came back from the car and immediately took the hand the dealer was holding. He slipped the money in his hand,took the pills,then immediately walked off with you. He gripped your hand tight and his body tensed up as he walked you over to the car.
"Colson are you o- " You started to ask but he cut you off. "Why was he touching you like that?" He asked. You were too focused on the conversation that you didn't even realize he was starting to get into the back seat.You sat next to him and he pushed you against the car door.
"I'll ask again,why was he touching you?" He asked,putting a hand roughly on your thigh. “I don’t know,he was looking at my ring.” You mumbled,his grip on your thigh getting tighter. “Oh yeah? So he knows you’re mine.” He said. You nodded, “he does. he kept calling me pretty.” You said. “Mm.” He said. He grabbed your neck and pushed you again against the window. “Suck my dick.” He said.
“What?” You asked,surprised. “He wants my girl? He’s gonna have to see you suck my dick,make him know you’re mine.” He said. He turned around,opening the door behind him. “You’re leaving the door open? People are gonna see.” You said. He laughed,shrugging his shoulders. You knew as soon as he gets jealous he starts not to care,he just wants to prove his point. “Good,let them see. Let them hear.” He said. “Colson this is crazy shouldn’t we just wait-” You tried to say but he cut you off. “Get on your knees.” He said. You loved when he was demanding,especially when he was jealous. You loved making him satisfied.
You agreed,getting on your knees in front of the seat he was sitting on. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down. You palmed his boner through his boxers and he let out a low groan under his breath. You pulled down his boxers and he took your hair and put it in a makeshift ponytail. You spit in your hand and swirled it around his tip. “Suck.” He said,under his breath. You put him into your mouth and used your hands for what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
You pulled him out of your mouth and swirled your tongue around his tip. He grabbed you by the ponytail and pushed himself further into your mouth and it hit the back on your throat. You tried your hardest not to gag. You started to suck harder and he helped you bob your head up and down. “Just like that.” He said. You continued,sucking harder and harder by the second. “Ah fuck.” He whined,his head falling back. “Faster,i’m gonna cum soon.” He groaned out.
You listened to him,wanting to please him. You bobbed your head up and down faster and he bucked his hips up,starting to fuck your throat. “Fuck.” He said. You still sucked,precum starting to go down your throat. “i’m gonna cum.” He said. He pulled out of your mouth and you starting to jerk him off. “Shit,y/n.” He moaned. He came on your face,followed by a couple of moans.
Your mascara started dripping from a mix of cum and tears being on your face. He reached into the front seat and used a tissue to wipe your face. “Good girl.” He praised. “Don’t ever let someone else touch your hand like that. You’re sucking my dick,not his.” He reminded. “Yes sir.” You responded.
“Come up here.”He said,patting the seat next to him. You leaned back against the window. “Can I?” He asked. You nodded. He pulled down your jeans and underwear. “Hold my hand,i want to get his touch off of you while I fuck you.” He demanded. He grabbed your hand and you held his. His jealously and demanding turned you on more than you could imagine.
He entered you almost immediately after grabbing your hand. You moaned as soon as you felt him inside of you. “Col.” You moaned. He started to pound into you quickly,not even giving you time to get used to slow thrusts. “You can take me.” He said,his movements getting even more intense. “Oh fuck.” You whined,your head pressing against the window.
“Moan my name. You’re mine. Remember that when you’re cumming for me. It’s for me,no one else.” He said between moans and heavy breathing. “Fuck,Colson.” You moaned,encouraging him to go deeper. “Fuck!” Colson moaned.
“Cum for me.” He said,followed by a deep groan. You took a deep breath,the pleasure bringing even more tears to your eyes. “Shit.” You moaned,cumming around him as even more cum came out of him. He pulled out of you quickly and you groaned at the missing pleasure. “You did so good for me.” He praised. He came up to you and kissed you,slipping a little tounge into your mouth. He eventually pulled away and squeezed your hand. “You’re mine,yeah?” He asked. “Of course.” You responded. “Good girl.”
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just think that if the 49ers didnt beat the Lions, Em would have been there at the super bowl for sure.
and we all know kells was there at the super bowl so the question is, would he have gone to the super bowl is it was Chiefs against Lions and RISK RUNNING INTO EM.
EMGK FANDOM PLEASEEE WRITE ABOUT THIS I BEG YALL
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MASTERLIST
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why are you here (rewritten)
a/n: this is this fic rewritten. felt like i could do it a bit better. tell me what you think?
wc: 1k
when colson walked into the party, he immediately saw you. like autofocus on a camera. his eyes were drawn to you. possibly as a result of spending so much time memorizing your body. the magnetic pull you had affected him in ways he tried not to think too hard on. and yet he did.
and he hated it.
why are you here? why couldn’t he have just not seen you? he hated seeing you with a friend of his at a party you weren’t supposed to be at.
but who was he to really say anything? he was with another person when he told you he was staying home.
you smirked and winked at him when he caught your eye, like it was nothing. like the fact that he caught you with someone else was nothing. maybe it was exactly that to you. nothing. or maybe it was so because he was in the same position. caught in a lie with someone he wasn’t supposed to be with at a place he promised he wouldn’t be.
he never understood the way your brain worked. you were an angel. an angel from hell. so free, beautiful, careless, and absolutely ruthless. what you did would never get anyone into heaven. and the unspeakable things you did to him could make you a god yourself.
colson didn’t understand much about you. so when you brushed past him, whispering a soft ‘see you in five minutes’ against the shell of his ear, he was taken aback by both your lack of cowardice (in such a place, with the company you both had) and your predictability.
a quick glance at the clock proved what he already knew. midnight exactly. you had a flair for the dramatic. he counted each and every one of those three hundred seconds, knowing you were waiting with a smirk at the thought of him doing so. were you both so predictable or did the time you spent together truly affect you more than either of you wanted to admit?
he walked into the unlocked room without knocking at five past twelve, revealing you making designs of little lines on the counter. you were still an angel in his mind. he wasn’t himself when he was around you. thinking of girls as angels weren’t common thoughts his brain would have floating around.
maybe that’s what kept bringing you two together. the obvious contrast. you, his angel. and him, your demon.
colson took no time in bending you over the hard surface after you looked up at him with a smile. watching your face in the mirror the entire time as he made quick work of both his pants and yours.
his fingers instinctively went to the light switch, always meeting you in the dark was something he was used to. you didn’t want any mirrors capturing you in the act lest they tell. you were each other’s hidden sin (from who? colson wondered. no one truly cared in this city of soulless angels. possibly from yourselves).
“keep 'em on.”
oh.
something in the way you said those words, in the way you looked at him as you did so, told him that this was the last time. the last meeting of angel from hell and demon on earth.
hands lingered in places they never dared to before, lips brushed along skin they never had. your bodies knew it too. even as the mirror in front of you fogged up, you could tell it knew it too. for it had never seen you like this and it never will again. every touch, every intake of breath, every flutter of lashes. all seared into your minds.
when you were done, colson helped you right your clothes while you sat on the counter. he chuckled and wiped his thumb on your nose. “you got something there.”
“thanks.” you smiled devilishly. angelically. both and yet neither. the smile hit colson in the stomach, making him feel sick to his core. he remembered his friend outside, the one who came with you hanging off his arm and your giggle lacing his ears.
“i need a hit.” he whispered. to himself? to you? to the mirror? he didn’t know. but nevertheless, you pulled out a joint from your pocket and pointed it at him.
“lighter?”
he pulled his out of his pocket and lit the joint still between your fingers. you took a hit and pulled him closer to you, connecting your lips with his and releasing the smoke into his welcoming lungs.
you pulled away, same devilishly angelic smile on your lips, and handed him the lit joint. “here.”
a parting gift. that’s how he chose to take it. his mind whispered thoughts of ‘a gift of pity’, but he blew them away with the next puff of smoke.
he saw you raise an eyebrow at him, and he knew what you wanted him to say. he swore he could read your mind (was it the weed or you?), knowing you were thinking about the failed alibis.
“yeah, i know that i said i was at home, you caught me.” he rolled his eyes and smirked. “but i thought that you said you were alone, look at you lying.”
“mm, you sound proud.” you hummed. “you underestimate me, pretty boy.”
there was a moment of silence before he spoke again.
“we can never be friends.” colson said quietly. matter of factually. almost solemnly. absolutely pitifully.
nothing was said at first. he understood it as you agreeing with him.
then you laughed. you laughed and patted him on the chest. “who said anything about friends?”
you hopped off the counter and looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing down your hair and righting your appearance. he couldn’t help but wince when he realized you were probably doing that for the friend of his you came with. the one that was probably looking for you now. entranced by that giggle.
you opened the door and walked out, leaving him all alone. but not before you gave him your parting words.
“bye, pretty boy.”
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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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Drunk III
Author’s note: third and final part to this series!
Warnings: swearing, talk of emotional abuse, smut, angst
To say things have been uncomfortable the last few weeks would be an understatement. You both spend most of your evenings locked in your bedrooms, pretending the other person doesn’t exist. You haven’t spoken to each other since your ex showed up. You haven’t looked at or been in the same room together for longer than 10 seconds. You make sure to claim the bathroom every night at exactly 8 and only stay in there for 10 minutes. This ensures that if Colson needs to leave his room to get a drink or some food, he has plenty of time to and get back to his room before you’re done. The days are easier because you never really crossed paths to begin with. You start early and finish late and Colson starts late and finishes early. He gets a good 2 hours with an empty apartment which never really bothered you before but now, it annoys you endlessly.
You think that partly has to do with you losing your lonely weekends. Neither of you work weekends, and with such a small group of friends, you’ve never really been much of a partier. Your weekends were filled with laundry, grocery shopping and catching up on the shows you’ve missed out on bingeing during the week. This was fine because Colson was never home. From Friday afternoon until Sunday evening, the apartment was yours. He’d be out all hours of the night doing god knows what with his massive group of friends, only occasionally bringing a woman back to his own bed for a few hours. However, ever since that night, he’s been home. You try to convince yourself that it has absolutely nothing to do with you but there is a small part of you that hopes it has everything to do with you.
Your ex has not been helping with the stress of the last few weeks. Ever since his unexpected visit, his calls and texts have been relentless. Sometimes he’s sweet and gentle but other times, his true colours shine through and he’s cruel and condescending. You haven’t responded to any of it and that seems to piss him off more and more each day. You contemplate blocking his number and just cut him off completely but you don’t want to seem nasty. As strong as you are now that you’re no longer with him, there is still something in you that longs for his approval.
A knock at your bedroom door has you throwing your phone across the room in surprise. A small yelp escapes your lips before you clamp your hand over your mouth. You look out the window and realise the sun has completely disappeared behind the horizon. Where did the day go? You scurry off your bed to collect your phone and check the time. It’s 6:54 and your tummy grumbles in hungry recognition. There’s a small tap at your door again and you remember what frightened you in the first place.
Is it him? No, don’t be silly. You’ve been ignoring each other for weeks, why would he want to spoil the uncomfortable silence?
“Y/N, I know you’re in there so you might as well open the damn door,” Colson’s gruff voice seeps through the door. You open the door tentatively and he literally takes your breath away.
He’s wearing a dark grey hoodie and matching tracksuit pants. His bleach blonde hair is messy and unruly. His full pink bottom lip is pulled between his teeth and his piercing blue eyes are full as they take you in. You wonder what he sees when he looks at you. Does his body react the same way as your own? Does his heartbeat pick up? Does breathing get harder? Does he see some great beauty staring up at him?
Don’t be ridiculous honey. You’ve been up since 5:30 and you haven’t looked in the mirror properly in days. You’re a mess.
Your subconscious has this amazing ability to kick you while you’re down and chimes in at the perfect time to remind you of how unworthy you are of any kind of human affection. Your subconscious’ voice has an amazing resemblance to your ex’s. Wonder why that is? You grimace at your ugly thoughts and remind yourself to run a brush through your hair once this awkward conversation is over.
“Have you just been sitting in the dark since you got home?” Colson looks behind you into your bedroom and your face heats with embarrassment. Whenever you’re sad, anxious, angry or sick your last priority is cleaning and you know for a fact that your room is a disaster zone.
“I-I guess so. I wasn’t paying attention to the time,” you explain clumsily and your voice doesn’t sound like your own. You clear your throat to give yourself more confidence but you still feel uncomfortable in your own body. “Is there something you need?”
“I need to know what the fuck happened?” Colson scowls at you and you cower down which causes his features to immediately soften. “Please?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say?”
And for once, you’re actually being entirely honest with Colson and yourself. You don’t really know how to tell him all the thoughts that are swirling around in your mind in a way that would make any sense to another human being, let alone a man you’ve slept with. You don’t know how to explain that what happened between the two of you was completely out of character for you. That every time you look at him now all you can think about is what your ex so cruelly threw in your face, right in front of Colson. How you can’t seem to escape all those feelings of insecurity and doubt.
“Why did you sleep with me?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. You’re not entirely sure you actually want to know the answer because you’re pretty sure it’s somewhere along the lines of ‘because you were half naked and drunk in my bed’.
“Well that was a strange fucking turn,” Colson chuckles and you feel a the weight lift slightly from your chest. “Because you’re beautiful,” he reaches out and strokes your cheek and you have to push down the reaction to pull away. “You’re intelligent, quick witted and soooo damn sexy.”
“So it had nothing to do with convenience?” you stare him right in the eye and a pained look flashes through them. He drops his hand and steps back from you.
“Is that what you fucking think of me? That I’m the type of fuckboy that would risk ruining our friendship, our living arrangement just for an easy fuck?”
You’re surprised that your question received that kind of reaction from him. You never really saw Colson as a sensitive kind of guy. He has always seemed so happy go-lucky. The few times you’ve seen him around his friends, he’s never minded being the butt of the joke or laughing at himself. When you’ve spent lazy evenings together at the apartment, you’ve only ever had surface level conversations, nothing too serious or heavy. That was what you liked most about his company. You never had to think too much in order to carry a conversation, you’ve never had to keep your emotions contained or your insecurities in check.
“You know, if you didn’t spend all your time trying so hard to please everyone and pretend to be the woman you think everyone wants you to be, you may actually notice who the people around you actually are, instead of the shitty little boxes you put us all in.”
Colson turns on his heels and stalks off to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. You flinch at the sound and retreat back to your bedroom. Well, so much for any form of reconciliation or resolution to the problem. You sit on your bed, in the darkness, and think about what he just said. Does he really think you’re a people pleaser? Is that how it comes across when you’ve spent time with him? Maybe he has just confused your controlled calm as a way to seem compliant and easy-going. Never one to rock the boat or create conflict where it doesn’t belong doesn’t feel like people pleaser behaviour to you but maybe it is to everyone else? Screw that.
You jump to your feet and storm down to Colson’s door. You bang on the door as hard as you can, your hand throbbing from the sheer force. When you hear no movement on the other side of the door, you decide to push through with your boldness and you swing the door open. Standing half naked in front of you is a very bewildered, slightly pissed off Colson. Your brain stammers as you stare at his lean, toned torso, every inch of skin covered in tattoos, his tight black boxers hugging his package in the most delicious way. Your mouth dries and your mouth hangs slightly open. You snap out of your trance quickly, your defiant speech crystal clear in your mind again.
“A people pleaser? Are you fucking kidding me?” you half screech, half sob. “Do you know what it’s like to spend 2 years in a relationship with someone who picks at every little thing you do? The way you dress, the way you do your hair, how you talk, fuck even how you goddamn walk! Every little thing picked at, criticised, twisted and manipulated to suit his own agenda. You’d turn into a fucking people pleaser too!”
“Was it really that bad?” Colson murmurs, looking like he wants to console you but terrified you may lash out at him. “Why didn’t you ever tell me? I would’ve had that dick out on his ass so quick…for you.”
“I…” you have to stop and think about this question so hard your head begins to hurt. “I guess I didn’t realise how bad it had gotten until I was sitting on the bathroom floor, sobbing because he’d told me my hair was starting to thin. I looked in the mirror and realised I didn’t even recognise myself anymore.”
“But he was so…” Colson scrunches his face, unable to find the words to accurately describe your ex the way he deserves.
“I know and that was when I realised that he was just breaking me down to make himself seem more. He had a shitty job, he’s not the most attractive, he has no real personality, prospects or goals in life. He was so insecure about himself that he had to drag me down to his level, that was when I knew I needed out.”
“I’m sorry I called you a people pleaser,” Colson wraps his arms around you and you bury your face in the crook of his neck, allowing him to comfort you.
It’s a foreign feeling to you. You’re not used to having someone apologise to you and comfort you at the same time. Hell, it’s been a hot minute since you actually argued back when someone said something you didn’t agree with. You spent so long pushing your feelings down that you’d completely forgotten how to express them. It feels so freeing to actually say exactly how you feel without any fear of repercussions or retaliation. You nuzzle your nose against the base of Colson’s neck and he clears his throat, edging his hips away from you slightly. You drop your arms and try to move away, figuring you made him uncomfortable but he doesn’t let go of your waist.
“What are you doing?” he stares down at you confused and you look up at him from beneath your lashes, equally confused.
“You pulled away so I thought that you wanted me to let go,” you bite your bottom lip, embarrassed. Colson chuckles and you feel your cheeks blush.
“Honey, I just didn’t want you to feel my boner,” he laughs a little harder as your eyes widen. You look down to see the clear outline of his hardened manhood and your body heats.
“Oh,” is all you can utter, your voice barely above a whisper.
You look up at him again, your eyes flickering between his blue orbs and his lips. You lean up on your tippy toes and his breathing halts. You press a ghost kiss to his full lips and he responds immediately. He wraps his fingers in your hair, his grip tight on your hip. You moan into his mouth, remembering the fire that his touch ignited in your belly. You wrap your arms back around his neck and press your body as tightly against his as you can. You can feel every line, every curve, the heat from his bare skin.
“Too…many…clothes,” Colson whines in between kisses. He licks down your neck and you tilt your head back.
You’re wearing a simple black skirt and a white button up shirt, your usual attire for a day at work. He manhandles your breasts through the thin material of your top, practically willing the thing to tear. You begin to undo the buttons, your fingers trying to quickly pry the damn things apart.
“Is this expensive?” Colson bunches the bottom of the blouse in one of his hands. You shake your head and a devilish expression takes over his face. He tears the shirt open, discarding the shreds and drinking in your smooth skin. “Taking too fucking long.”
His lips are on your flesh so fast you can barely keep up with it all. Your plain white bra seems to spark something in Colson that is completely unexpected. He kisses down the line of your body, dipping his fingers into the cups of your bra and running his index finger along your nipples. He continues to kiss down your stomach until he’s eventually kneeling in front of you. He loops his fingers into the waistline of your skirt and pulls it down your legs. His eyes widen and his jaw goes slack as he takes in your red lace thong. He turns you around, practically drooling at the sight of your round behind.
“I did not take you for a lace thong kind of woman,” he pants and plants kisses over each cheek.
You run your fingers through his hair as he turns you back around. He pushes your thong to the side to reveal your dripping pussy. The heat coming from your core rakes a shiver down your spine as the cool air hits it. Colson runs his index finger up and down your folds, teasing your clit delicately. He swipes his tongue up and down in the same pattern, lifting your leg to drape over his shoulder. You moan as his mouth makes light work of your pussy.
An orgasm quickly builds as you moan, pant and pull at his thick hair. The coils in your stomach tighten as Colson’s tongue flicks and circles your clit. He slips a finger inside you, pumping in and out and the coils snap. You’re hit with wave after wave of pleasure, your legs buckling at the sheer power of your orgasm. He holds you up to keep you from falling, pushing you back against his bed until you collapse against the mattress. Your breathing is ragged as you return to your body.
“Are you gonna go weird on me again?” Colson lays down beside you, staring at the ceiling.
“I don’t mean to, it’s just this is all a little unknown territory for me and I’m just trying to learn,” you tell him honestly, leaning up on your elbow to face him. You trace his tattoos again and he watches your fingertips.
“You know, you’re the only woman I don’t mind doing that,” he continues to follow your fingertips with his eyes.
“Tracing your tattoos?” you ask, not looking at him and just focusing on the ink across his skin.
“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’ and you smile to yourself. “I usually hate when women do it but with you, I actually really like it. It makes me feel calm and relaxed.”
“I’m glad I have that effect on you,” you smile at him and he returns it immediately.
You lean down and kiss him again, this time softly, no intention of it going any further than a kiss but something about Colson just sets your body on fire. You find yourself craving more and more until eventually his tattoos are forgotten and all you want is him, inside you.
You swing your leg over his waist and raise yourself up on your knees, your palms resting on his chest. He pushes his briefs down to free his throbbing cock and it springs to life. He holds it upright and you lower yourself onto it. You’re initially thrown by the feeling of pain and discomfort at his size again but the feeling subsides quicker this time.
“Fuck ahhh ride me…oh god… that’s it baby, ride my thick cock,” Colson moans, you down so he can whisper in your ear.
He thrusts upwards so he can meet your hips as you lower yourself down on his dick. You begin a steady rhythm, another orgasm building.
“Fuck yes, daddy,” ride him like a crazed animal, grinding and moaning.
“Yeah baby, cum for daddy. Cum all over daddy’s cock!” he calls out as a sob rips through you, your second orgasm overwhelming you.
You collapse your head onto Colson’s chest but he just holds you down as he continues to pound you. You feel your pussy contract and throb around his cock. This only encourages him to thrust harder and faster until suddenly you’re squirting all over his dick.
“Yes baby! Squirt for me!” he pulls out of you, releasing his load all over your ass.
You both collapse in an exhausted heap. You’re gasping for air as you try to clear the orgasm fog from your brain. You nestle against Colson and he drags you up the bed, still on top of him. He pulls out the baby wipes again and cleans you both up. He pulls the blanket over your bodies and he strokes his fingers up and down your spine. For the first time in a long time, your mind stops and you finally feel complete and utter peace.
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Ours | Chapter Twelve
Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)
Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!
Warnings/Content: ANGST (it's going to get worse after this chapter so please check content warnings), swearing, depression, col over reacting, col & presley arguing, mentions of domestic abuse, MF being a dumb asshole
Colson
I’ve been walking around like a zombie for the past three weeks.
I feel terrible about it. I should be celebrating our album, celebrating the fact that I’m married, celebrating my birthday that passed by weeks ago, but I can’t. April turned into May and as the weather warms and the days get longer, I just can’t pull myself out of this hole.
I barely talk to anyone, even Presley. She’s understanding and kind and patient but I know how much it hurts her. We fall asleep together most nights but we haven’t had sex since before Megan’s post came out. I miss her, of course I do.
I find her in the kitchen, finishing up dinner, and before she notices me, I take a second to watch her. She looks like she’s lost some weight from her already thin frame. Her hair is in a messy claw clip and she wears sweats and a giant t-shirt. Come to think of it, she’s been acting depressed, too. Probably because her husband has turned into a depressed lump whom half the world hates. Maybe half the world is dramatic, but it feels like it.
I haven’t been on social media and I’ve only been replying to those closest to me. Even then, my replies are few and far between. I can only imagine what’s being said about me. My lawyer told me Megan was forced to delete her post, but it’s not like it matters. Everyone already saw it. Everyone already drew their own conclusions.
As Presley turns around to place our bowls on the island, she spots me. She straightens up a little and her face, a mask of misery and exhaustion, transforms into a weak smile. She’s trying so hard for me but I can tell she’s also feeling broken. I imagine I’d feel the same way if she was going through something painful. I sigh and walk over to her. She turns to look up at me and I slide my arms around her waist, pulling her in.
“Col,” she murmurs, nuzzling her face against my neck. I say nothing. I stand there and hold my wife, trying my best to draw strength from her. But nothing is better and everything is fucked up and I’m so scared. I just need Presley. I need to be close to her, to forget the rest of the world.
I bend to scoop her up and her legs go easily around my waist. I settle her on the island and press my forehead to hers, my hands sliding over her thighs. “Pres,” I say roughly. Her hand delicately rests on my cheek. “I’m sorry I haven’t been myself.”
“Colson,” Presley tries, shaking her head, but I continue.
“It’s not fair for me to shut you out. I just don’t have anything productive to say,” I mutter.
“Talking about your feelings isn’t unproductive, Col,” Presley gently points out. “I just want you to tell me what you’re feeling. What you’re thinking.”
“I’m…I’m fucking scared,” I say haltingly, like the words don’t want to come out. “I don’t know what this is going to mean for my career. It could kill me, Pres.”
Presley chews her lip. “Quite honestly, there are a ton of abusive men in Hollywood and they’re pretty much all forgiven.”
My brow furrows. “But I’m not an abuser,” I say tightly.
“No, Col, I know that,” Presley says, shaking her head. “I didn’t mean–”
I push away from her, shaking my head. “Don’t even compare me to those assholes,” I say, anger and fear rising in my chest.
Presley’s eyes widen as she hops down from the counter. “Colson, I’m not–”
“You fucking believe her, don’t you?” I scoff, frowning deeply at my wife.
“Colson, you’re–”
“Nah, that’s fucking cute, Presley,” I say shortly, tearing a hand through my hair. “Thought you of all people had my back.”
“Colson, stop!” Presley pleads, crossing her arms protectively across her chest.
“Let me guess, you’re going to ask for a divorce soon,” I scoff. I know I’m being unreasonable, but I don’t want to be blindsided again. If she’s going to leave, I need to be prepared for it.
“Stop. You just want to hurt your own feelings,” Presley shoots back, her eyes narrowing. “You know I don’t feel that way.”
“Maybe you fucking do, though,” I mutter, and Presley explodes.
“Oh, fuck off!” she snaps, her eyes wide and fierce with anger. “I’ve been nothing but supportive and patient and sweet to you. I don’t force you to talk. I don’t tell you what to do. And now you want to put shit on me?”
“Presley,” I say, heart sinking.
She shakes her head, holding a hand up. “You can wallow in your own fucking misery by yourself tonight,” she says. “I’m going to Cash’s.” With that, she abandons the kitchen and takes the stairs two at a time up to our room.
Panic rises within me and I want to follow her but I feel frozen in place. She comes downstairs a few minutes later. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Presley slips into a pair of slides, shoulders her bag, and slams out of the house.
And now, I’m completely alone.
Presley
I wake up at Cash’s place the next morning with my eyes so swollen I can barely open them.
I don’t let Colson see how much this all impacts me because he’s the one really dealing with it. I’m just the wife. But I’m also the one who sees what’s being said on social media. I’m the one that interacts most with Jason, Colson’s lawyer. I’m the one who responds to texts from friends and emails about interviews. I don’t think Colson has any idea how much I’ve been doing since this all happened.
I’m completely exhausted. I miss my husband. I miss how things were just a month ago, before Megan ruined everything. She can’t stand seeing Colson happy with someone else. I see it for exactly what it is, but too many people still see Megan as this sexy, perfect woman and how dare MGK even breathe the same air as her!
I hate her, and I don’t hate people. Usually, I’m pretty indifferent to anyone I don’t know. I’m protective of those I love, but I’m pretty good at just brushing people off. But I actually hate Megan. The fact that she’s making allegations like this for attention, for revenge on Colson for not taking her back when she was the one who hurt him in the first place. Colson is right – he’ll probably never come back from allegations like this.
Jason is at a standstill with things; Megan’s lawyer isn’t very communicative, but I wake up with a strong feeling that I have to do something about this and very fucking soon. I stare at the ceiling for a long time, fingers twitching. “Fuck it,” I mutter, snatching my phone off the nightstand. Do not disturb is still on, so I ignore any notifications and scroll down, finding her original text to me. I type up the message and stare at it for three minutes before I finally hit send.
There. Can’t take it back now.
It’s raining as I navigate LA traffic, hoodie pulled over my head. I must look wild right now, no makeup, messy hair, sweats and a hoodie. Slides on my feet. But I don’t give a fuck. This ends today.
I send a text to announce my arrival and the gate slowly creeps open. It gives me some satisfaction that her house is smaller than ours and nowhere near as nice or unique. I park in front of the garage and walk up to the front door. I should be nervous but I’m not. I’m angry. I’m motivated. She doesn’t get to do this.
Before I even walk up the steps, the door is open. Megan stands there, one hand curled around the door, her long nails like talons. It’s funny – I used to have such a crush on Megan Fox. She was that girl-next-door kind of sexy, a little daring in the things she’d say but still coy enough. But up close, it’s clear just how much surgery she’s gotten done, and it doesn’t suit her. She can do whatever she wants; anyone can. But that doesn’t mean it looks good.
We nod at each other and I step inside as she moves out of my way. “Shoes off, please,” she says, and I leave my slides by the door. I follow her into a stark white dining room area. It’s the exact opposite of comfortable here. How does anyone live like this?
“Have a seat,” Megan says, gesturing to one of the stiff chairs. I need to play this the right way, so I do as I’m told. She goes to the other side of the table and has a seat, slowly pushing her long hair off her shoulder. Her eyes find mine and she regards me for a second. Then, she smirks. “Colson has a type.”
“I don’t think he does,” I say, unable to help myself. “Where you’re a cold, vindictive bitch, I’m actually nice and I care about him.”
Megan snickers, quirking a brow. “Good to know you have some bite to you, Presley,” she says. “Why did you want to come here?”
“I thought we could have tea and girl talk,” I say, cocking my head to the side. “Why do you think I’m here, Megan?” I’m trying to keep it together, but now that I’m across the table from her, my anger is an entity in the room with us.
She smirks but then it fades. She’s an actress but not a very good one. She’s trying so hard to look broken and sad but I see right fucking through it. “Has he hit you yet?” she asks.
“Cut the bullshit,” I say, tone clipped. “You and I both know Colson never laid a hand on you.”
“Oh, he laid hands on me several times, if you catch what I’m saying,” she says, that smirk reappearing. “Does he tell you you’re the most stunning woman he’s ever seen while he fucks you?” She leans forward, pressing her huge, fake breasts up. “He once told me I have the nicest body of any woman he’s been with. Has he said that to you?”
She’s trying to hurt me. She’s trying to get me to snap. This is what she does. I absolutely refuse to give into her games.
“So you’re saying any time he touched you, it was consensual,” I say.
Megan rolls her eyes. “Of course. You guys are all idiots,” she says. “Colson can posture all he wants but you know he’d never hurt a fly. But it’s so easy to get people to believe it. He has a reputation, after all. Aren’t you quite a bit younger than he is?”
“And aren’t you ten-plus years older than me and trying to scare me?” I shoot back. There it is – a tiny crack in the persona. A flicker of insecurity. It empowers me. “Why can’t you just let us be happy? You didn’t even want him. You left him, remember?”
Megan leans back, crossing her arms. “And now I want him back,” she says, eyes burning into mine.
“Do you think this is the way to get him back?” I ask, incredulous. “Holy shit. That’s so sad.”
“Don’t do that,” she says, a sour look taking over her features. “Don’t try to make me feel pathetic. It won’t work.”
“You need to admit that Colson never hurt you. Or his lawyer is going to sue you for everything you fucking have,” I say coldly.
“So what?” Megan snorts. “He can go right ahead. What’s done is done. No one will ever forget that I put that post out there.” She shrugs.
“But he never hit you. He never physically assaulted you,” I say.
“Of course he didn’t,” Megan scoffs. “Like I said, he was a pussy.”
My nostrils flare in anger but I’m almost done. “I want you to admit it,” I mutter. “To me.”
“Really?” Megan says, a grin broadening on her face. “You want me to admit that Colson never hurt me? He didn’t. In fact, I hit him. Several times. He deserved it.” Another crack in the exterior. A cold, desolate anger that I’ve never seen in anyone else before. This woman is fucking scary.
“You’re sick,” I say, getting to my feet. “Leave us the fuck alone.”
“We’ll see about that,” Megan says from where she sits. I slip into my shoes and leave.
As soon as I get in the car, I stop the audio recording, a smile growing slowly on my face. I toggle to the end of the recording, stopping it right before her confession. I got it. I fucking got it.
This ends now.
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I saw you wanted to make a sad one shot… maybe do one where the reader breaks up with Kells cause he became very distance and didn’t wanna spend time with her? After she left he realized he f up? (Or If you wanna spice it up, he admits he lost feelings and was over her) whichever one you wanna do!
Idfc (sad)
Plot:what the title says!
warning:there is no smut in this one shot(this is also a short one)
You were laying in your bed,about to go to sleep when you heard the front door open. Colson hasn't came home in days,and you barely heard from him. You had hope he was coming back,you just didn't know when. "It's about time you came home." You said as he walked into the bedroom. "Oh come on,I don't need you giving me shit too." He said,taking his hoodie off of his body.
"What have you been doing for the past,I don't know,six days?"You asked,sitting up and leaning against the bed frame. "I don't know,maybe my fucking job? You do realize I work,right?" He said. "I do realize that,I also realize that you have a girlfriend who's been waiting up for hours for days for you to come home." You responded.
"I never asked you to wait for me." He said. "Oh i'm sorry,I just assumed that's what my boyfriend would want me to do." You said. "Whatever,i'm going to bed. We can fight tomorrow." He said. You shook your head. "Actually,I can just leave." You said. "Knock your shit off,you wouldn't do that y/n. We fight all the time,it doesn't change anything."
"It's changing something now. You're never home,you never even touch me and barely even look at me anymore,and when you finally do show up after days you just act like we aren't even together." You said back to him. He shook his head with a sigh, "I don't know what you want from me." He answered. "I just want love Colson that's all I ever asked you for." You replied.
"I can't give you everything,I tried." He said. You let out a sigh then got up off the bed. "Where are you going?" He asked you. "I just need to take a break,i'm going outside." You said. "We aren't going to talk about this?" He asked. You shook your head, "maybe when I come back inside,I just need to cool down." You explained,leaving the room and walking out onto the porch.
You sat down in one of the chairs,taking a deep breath. You sat there alone for a few minutes until Colson came outside and stood in front of you. "Yeah?" You asked,looking up at him. "Can we talk,I have to tell you something." He said,fidgeting with his hands. You nodded, "go ahead i'm listening." You replied.
You moved to the side to let him sit next to you,but he didn't move. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." He started. "You're scaring me,just tell me." You replied. "I lost feelings."he told you. As soon as those words left his mouth,your heart felt like it dropped to your stomach. "Oh." was all you could say.
"I'm sorry,I don't know what happened." He said. "Okay." You said,getting up. "I'll pack now,i'll leave tomorrow." You said. "Fuck." He sighed as you walked back into the house. Tears almost came out of your eyes as you shoved your clothes into a duffle bag. Your breath started to get unsteady and it was getting harder not to let the tears come out.
Memories of him once treating you like you were all he could ever want came into your mind. You wanted to fix it,but you both already emotionally checked out. You were packing the rest of your clothes when he walked into the bedroom. You both stayed silent as you zipped up the bag. "I'll sleep on the couch tonight." You broke the silence.
He nodded in response as you walked out of the room and went into the living room,leaving the bag in the room. You laid down on the couch,your hands on your chest. Tears rushed down your face as you tried to keep quiet so he wouldn't know. You heard the bedroom door shut as you turned on your side,trying your best to distract yourself and fall asleep.
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(Next day)
You woke up on the couch to the sounds of Colson walking around in the kitchen. You sat up,your eyes adjusting to the light. Neither of you spoke to each other. You got up and went straight to the room,getting your bags then setting them on the couch. “So uhm,I guess I should get going.” You said. He sighed, “yeah.” You were about to walk away when you heard his voice again.“Y/n.” He spoke. “Yeah?” You responded. “I’m sorry I couldn’t fix us.”
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Home Sweet Home
You bring Colson to your hometown for the first time.
Request: “Can you write a Colson imagine where you take him back to your hometown to meet your family and friends and he’s nervous everyone will hate him but everyone ends up loving him? And maybe include a run in with some girls from high school that are jealous 🤔🤷🏻♀️”
Colson Baker x Reader
Warnings: Cursing
A/N: I try to be as inclusive as possible in my fics but its hard when writing about families in this capacity, so I just went with the most generic family model possible. Also, my family is very unusual so I don’t really know how families interact… oop
Word Count: 2979
“Will you stop freaking out, you’re making me nervous.” You placed a soft hand on the shaking leg of your boyfriend. “And they’re my family.”
He let out a sigh, the shaking stopping momentarily as he pulled you as close to him as possible in the back of your Uber. “What if your parents hate me?”
Taking a deep breath, you assured him again, “my parents are not going to hate you. We’ve been over this; they’re going to love you.”
“Your dad is going to take one look at me and punch me in the face.” Colson said, a pout on his face.
You let out a chuckle, “he is not. And even if he does, you can take a punch.”
Despite your laughter, Colson remained stoic, “I’m serious Y/N, dads hate me. I look like everything you’d want your daughter to avoid.”
A sigh left your lips at his admittance of insecurity. “Babe listen to me, please. My parents are going to love you because I love you. And if they don’t then tough shit because you’re not going anywhere.”
He nodded, but you could still see the worry behind his eyes. “I just really want them to like me. They’re important to you, so they’re important to me.”
You smiled at the comment, heart fluttering. “I’m in love with you.”
He looked at you deeply, a smile falling onto his lips, “and I’m in love with you, princess.” His lips pressed a small kiss against the crown of your head and rested there until the car pulled up to your childhood home. You felt your boyfriend tense up beside you, so you reached for his arm that was around your middle, rubbing soft shapes through the sleeves.
“I’m gonna be right next to you the whole night.” You told him as you moved to open the door, breathing in the refreshing air. LA was lovely, but it was nice to be able to breathe properly in your hometown.
Colson grabbed your bags out of the trunk, even though you insisted you could help. “Go say hi to your family, babe. I got it.”
You pressed a small kiss to his cheek, whispering a small “see you inside” before rushing to the familiar front door. Years of memories lie beyond its wood, memories you were excited to relive.
Knowing your family would keep it unlocked for you, you turned the knob and pushed the door open. The smell of your family’s cooking filled your nose, and immediately members of your family found you.
“Y/N!” Your younger cousins screamed, racing over to you to hug you. The last time you’d seen them they were 5 and 7, now they were 8 and 10.
“You guys have gotten so big! Did you drink some sort of magic potion or something?” You asked, a smile on your face.
Your mom had told you that she and your father would be cooking, but you didn’t think they’d invited your entire family. Although, you should have assumed they would given how close your family was.
Once your cousins let go of you, you turned around to see Colson waving off the Uber driver and making his way to the door. You turned to your younger cousins once he got close enough for them to see him. “Guys, this is my boyfriend, Colson.” They gave small waves as you introduced them to Colson, who gave them a big smile.
“C’mon, babe. I’ll show you to our room.” You grabbed one of the bags from his hand, much to his dismay, and led him through the house. After you had moved to LA, your parents had turned your bedroom into the guest room, but some of the decorations from your younger years had remained on the walls.
Colson looked around the room, smiling as he thought of younger you growing up in here. “Is this a Bowie vinyl?” He asked, motioning to the vinyl record on the wall as he set your bags onto the bed.
You nodded, smiling wide. “Yep, got it for my 15th birthday. Signed and everything.” Your boyfriend nodded in appreciation as his eyes moved around the room. You wrapped your arms around his middle, cuddling into his chest. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest from how nervous he was. “You’re not gonna freak out and run off on me, are you?” You asked, a light humor in your voice.
Colson let out a dry chuckle, “no, I’ll be okay.” He mumbled, squeezing you closer to him. “But what if we just stayed in here forever?”
You slapped his chest playfully, “c’mon loser, you’re coming to meet my family whether you like it or not.” You grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the door.
“Yes ma’am.” He saluted with his free hand, making you giggle.
You made your way into the kitchen where your mom was standing with your aunts and sister. Her eyes lit up when she saw you, “you made it!” She came over and gave you a tight hug, “How was the flight?” She asked.
“It was fine, we slept most of the way.” You smiled before turning to Colson. “Mom, this is Colson, you’ve met him over facetime a couple times now, remember?”
She smiled moving to pull him into a hug. He had a shocked look on his face but reciprocated the hug. You mouthed “sorry” to him, giggling silently. He just smiled and shook his head, letting you know he was okay.
“Of course, I remember! She talks about you all the time.” You blushed as Colson smiled proudly. “You’re much taller in person.” Your mom noted, making you and Colson chuckle.
“Yeah, I get that a lot.”
Your sister cleared her throat, grabbing your attention, “right! Colson, this is my sister and my aunts.”
They each introduced themselves politely. You told them you were going to go outside to find your dad and brothers. Before you left your sister pulled you to the side and whispered in your ear, “okay, I knew LA was full of hot guys, but how’d you manage to pull that?”
You laughed out loud, “Y/S/N! That’s so mean!”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” She laughed, but then whispered again, “but seriously, god damn.”
You rolled your eyes, “next time I’ll bring you one back.” She giggled, nodding in encouragement.
You took Colson’s hand, ignoring his quizzical look, and led him to your backyard. “That wasn’t too bad, right?” You checked in on him.
He sighed, “no, but moms are never bad. If moms don’t like you, they’ll say it in secret. Dads will say it to your face.”
“My mom loved you, and so will my dad. Just trust me.” You smiled, squeezing his hand.
You found your dad sitting on a lawn chair with your grandparents. Your brothers were throwing a football around with some of your older cousins and uncles. You greeted the three in lawn chairs, your dad standing up to give you a hug.
“Hey, Y/N/N. How are you?” Your dad asked.
“I’m good! Glad to be home!” You smiled.
Your grandpa grunted, “you should never leave, then.”
You chuckled, leaning down to give both him and your grandma hugs. “You’ll be so sick of me in three days, you’ll be begging me to leave.”
Once you stood up straight, you motioned to Colson, “This is my boyfriend, Colson. You’ve kind of met him before, Dad.”
Your dad reached out his arm for Colson to shake, earning him a strong nod. “Strong grip. I like him.” Your dad looked towards you. You could tell he didn’t remember meeting Colson on facetime, but you hadn’t expected him to.
“Grandpa, you’ll like this. Colson knows all four members of Motley Crue.” You smiled, winking at your boyfriend.
The older man looked impressed, “really? I was a roadie on the Theatre of Pain tour.”
Colson nodded, a smile on his face. “I played Tommy Lee in their biopic and then, uh, we recorded a song together.” You grinned proudly as the two talked about their experiences with the band.
Your dad put a hand on your shoulder, shaking you lightly, “You happy?” He whispered.
You turned to look at him, “yeah. He’s a good guy, trust me.”
Your dad nodded, “oh, I can tell. Just wanted to make sure.” You thanked him, watching your boyfriend interact with your family. “Now you gotta introduce him to your brothers.” He chuckled at your sigh.
“Do I have permission to punch them if they act like assholes?” You asked, only kind of joking.
Your dad pushed you towards the lawn, “I see nothing.” You smile, grabbing Colson’s hand and leading him away from your grandpa once they’d finished their conversation.
“Okay, so I knew you were freaking out about my parents, so I didn’t want to freak you out even more.” You started, causing a panic look to cross Colson’s face. “My brothers are…” you searched for the words, “assholes. But like, loveable assholes. But they’re probably gonna give you shit, but it’s out of love. But I have no problem hitting them if you want me to.” You smiled.
He raised an eyebrow, “normally I’d say that’s my job but I feel like it’d be easier for your family to forgive you than me.” You laughed, pulling him to the guys and introducing him.
It turns out, your brothers actually really liked Colson, which was somehow worse than them hating him. Because it meant that they stole him from you. When you went back inside to talk more with your mom, your brothers demanded Colson stay outside with them. He seemed happy, so you let him stay, excited that your family was taking to him so well.
An hour later, dinner was almost ready, so your brothers started to set up the folding tables outside, which Colson gladly helped with. You were helping your mom finish up the last of the food, watching your best friend and soulmate through the window with adoration. He was helping your younger cousin put the tablecloth on the table, the scene reminding you of the time Casie and him took you out for a picnic on your birthday. You couldn’t wait to bring her here.
“You chose a good one.” Your grandma commented from behind you, making you jump a little bit. Once you registered her words, you blushed, mumbling out a thank you. “I can tell he really loves you. A granny can always tell.”
You smiled, “I really love him, too.” You turned back to check on him, catching his eye. He sent you a bright grin, making your grandma pat you on the shoulder before walking back to your mom to help her.
The rest of the night was magical, Colson by your side the entire time. Eventually most of your family left, leaving you and Colson to go to bed. You cuddled into his side, a smile on both of your faces. “They all love you, y’know?”
He hummed in response, squeezing your waist. “I love you.”
You chuckled, “you’re so fucking cheesy.”
The next day you were determined to take Colson on a tour of your town, starting with the skate park you spent almost every day at in high school. “We would’ve been best friends when we were kids.” He said as you dragged him through the park.
“We’re best friends now.” You chuckled, pausing to press a kiss to his lips.
He hummed, “I think we’re a little more than best friends but okay.” You rolled your eyes, pulling him further into the park until you spotted a familiar face.
“Little Benny?” You asked, your face lighting up. The younger guy’s eyes widened, running up to you.
“Y/N?” he asked, pulling you in for a hug.
You chuckled, “You were like, 12 the last time I saw you, what the hell?”
The man laughed along with you, “well you were the one who ran off to LA miss big-time producer.”
You smiled, realizing he had probably checked up on you. Benny was about 7 years younger than you and had looked up to you almost his whole life. Seeing him so grown up was a strange experience for you.
You noticed him glancing to Colson, his eyes going wide. “You’re-“
You laughed, “Benny this is Colson, my boyfriend. Also known as-“
“Machine Gun Kelly!” The younger boy exclaimed, making Colson chuckle.
He reached out his hand, which Benny gladly shook, “nice to meet you, man.”
“Kells, this is Benny, my friend from high school. I taught him how to skate.”
“More like your protégé.” A female voice said. Behind Benny came Deanie, another girl his age you had taught. Benny’s arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him.
You smiled at the two, knowing Benny had liked her since he was in middle school. “Hi Deanie.” You said, the girl smiling back at you. “This is Colson, my boyfriend.”
“Are you gonna skate?” She asked, eyes going wide.
You sighed, shaking your head, “sorry, guys. Maybe later, I’m just showing Colson around the town right now.”
Deanie and Benny both pouted, “damn, she goes off to Hollywood and forgets all about us.” Benny joked, making you all laugh.
You grabbed Colson’s hand, “We’ll see you guys later!” You waved, pulling the man away from the couple.
“It was nice to meet you!” He said, making you smile. “You seriously taught him how to skate?”
You nodded as you continued your trek to the diner you used to work at. “Yep, I taught most of the kids how to skate, although I guess they’re all his age now.”
Colson grinned, “so you’re, like, a legend here.” He commented, but you shook your head, laughing.
“No, I was a loser.”
“Not to those two, you’re not.” He said, swinging your intertwined hands. You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything further.
You finally arrived at the small diner you used to work at. About 50 feet away from the door, Colson’s phone buzzed. “Shit, Slim’s calling.”
“Take it, I’ll grab a table and you can meet me inside.” He smiled thankfully, answering the call as you walked inside.
You immediately spotted Wesley, the cook you’d known since you were 16, through the order window. The smell of the diner was familiar, and for a moment you felt like you were walking in for a shift. You leaned against the bar, “Hey, Wes!” You called, drawing the cook’s eye.
“Little miss Y/N! Is that really you?” You smiled at the old man.
“It sure is! How’s the diner?”
“I’m still here, aren’t I?” You giggled at his response. Wes had opened the diner in the 90’s and swore he’d burn with the building.
You grabbed a booth in the corner, just in case there happened to be any peering eyes in your small town.
Unfortunately, your table was in Liza’s section, a girl who’d hated you since you were kids. You found it quite funny that she was still working at the diner after all this time, silently thankful that you’d gotten out of the town.
She scowled when she saw you but walked over anyways. “What happened? Strike out in Hollywood and now you’re back here trying to get your job back?”
Her voice was just as annoying as it had always been. “Or did your rich sugar daddy dump your ass and now you’re home begging for money?”
You wanted nothing more than to slap the smirk off her face, but you refrained. “Actually-“ You started, but you got cut off by your boyfriend.
“You have a sugar daddy and didn’t tell me about it? Babe I would’ve helped you scam him for so much more.” He smiled, sitting across from you, and grabbing your hand that was resting on the table.
Upon realizing who was sitting across from you, Liza stiffened. “You’re-“
“Y/N’s boyfriend, nice to meet you.” He smiled, an evil glint in his eyes.
“Machine Gun Kelly!” Liza said, her squeaky voice making you cringe.
“I prefer Colson, but yeah.” He sighed, looking back over to see your annoyed expression.
Liza looked between the two of you, a look at disgust on her face. “Seriously? Why the hell are you going out with her? You could do so much better.”
Your mouth dropped open in shock at her blunt rudeness. Colson’s jaw clenched as he spoke, “what, like you?”
The girl shrugged, not catching the sarcasm that dripped from his voice. “I’m just saying, I don’t know what she’s told you but she’s a talentless bitch whose probably only dating you for money or fame, or both.”
Luckily, Wes came out to the front of the house to greet Colson, stopping him from punching a girl in the middle of the restaurant. “Nice to meet you, man. I’m Wes, owner, cook, and the best boss Y/N has ever had.” Colson shook his hand, still glaring at Liza.
“Yep.” You agreed with the man. Your voice was soft to calm Colson down, which worked a little bit.
Colson shot the man a grin, “nice to meet you, Wes. Y/N talks about this place all the time.”
The look of pride on Wes’s face was unforgettable. “Well, if you two need anything, just let me know.”
Colson looked towards Liza, annoyance returning to his features, “do you think we could get a new waiter?”
You almost laughed seeing the look of shock on her features, but Wes happily obliged, handing your table over to a newer waitress. Liza had steam coming out of her ears, but you ignored her.
“Thank you.” You muttered. “She’s hated me since we were kids.”
He rolled his eyes, “Yeah I could tell. Couldn’t have her talking shit like that.” He squeezed your hand, “now, what’s good here?”
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What if your abusive ex tried to talk to you or stalk you?
Pete and Colson are used to being stalked, kinda just comes with the territory and for the most part they find it funny, but when it’s happening to you they get PISSED. They’d hire extra security, but even then you’d have to talk them up to that bc their first reaction would be to j choose violence and beat the persons ass if they glanced in your cardinal direction. They’d make sure you blocked them on everything and would get you a restraining order from them, but mostly it would be about making you feel safe.
If you felt the security made it worse they’d get rid of it. They’d move if they have to. In this situation their focus is entirely on you and how you feel and making you feel safe. Reminding you when you get anxious that you’re out of it and you’re safe now. That they can’t get to you and they’d never let them.
Maybe even get a ring doorbell and security system, just so you’re still safe without drawing attention.
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Spit in my mouth daddy...
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