#colson baker fan fiction
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Ours - Epilogue
Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!
Warnings/Content: mentions of mental illness (PTSD, anxiety), mentions of therapy, short & sweet with fluff
I can't believe I'm wrapping up the second part of this story. It's wild to me how much y'all loved this and even more wild that I've decided to write a third part! You might be able to guess the title after reading the epilogue. Thank you all so very much for your support!
Colson
Three Months Later
Presley received a diagnosis of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. PTSD.
I should’ve seen it coming. All the signs were there. At least now we have a name for what’s happening, as well as a treatment plan.
Couples therapy once a week. Individual cognitive behavior therapy twice a week. Medication for panic attacks as needed as well as a daily anxiety pill. I find myself feeling very thankful for our financial situation. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to get help for people who don’t make much money. That’s why there's such a mental health crisis in our country. As mad as it makes me, I’m relieved that I can provide support for my wife.
At our first couples therapy session, we both cried. A lot. Presley admitted that she blames herself for the choice I almost made. She can’t let go of the fact that if Cash hadn’t shown up, I would’ve gone through with it. The therapist told her that if we always live in a world of what-ifs, then we can never live in the present. It’s something we’ve been working on ever since.
We’re closer than ever after what happened. We’re so good at talking things out and taking care of each other. We’re at the point where I can leave the house without Pres if I need to as long as I give her a heads up. It’s not like she’s “healed” yet. Healing is a long process but I’m confident we can get there.
The boys and I are going on tour finally. We delayed it because of everything that happened, but when we finally put tickets on sale, everything sold out fast. Somehow, the whole Megan situation brought us more fans. I’m not complaining. We’ve even added a couple of dates at bigger places and those are almost sold out, too. It’s crazy and surreal and I’m so proud of us.
Presley is going to come on tour with us, and this time, she’ll be around for the whole tour. I loved touring with Pres. I loved coming backstage to find her there, to catch her in my arms. It means so much to look out and see her smiling back at me, singing all my songs. It fills my heart with so much love that I don’t even know what to do with it.
We leave tomorrow. I’ve been packing all day and Presley is due home any time. She went out for lunch with Olivia. Once a week, she’s encouraged to leave the house without me. She’s been following the plan religiously and doing such a good job, but I do miss her. I can’t wait to see her, to hold her. I can’t wait to have her on tour with me.
Just as I zip up my suitcase, I hear the front door open and I smile, eager to see my girl. I rush out of my room and jog down the stairs, but I stop in my tracks when I see my wife. Something is off.
She stands stiffly in the doorway holding an envelope with something inside of it. My brow furrows as I glance at the envelope and then up at her face. She looks worried but also…happy? Her eyes are especially bright today.
“Pres?” I question, walking closer. I place my hands on her waist.
“Hey, babe,” she says quietly. Her voice shakes a little.
I frown at her. “What’s wrong?”
“I…um…” She bites her lip and then hands me the envelope. “Just open it.”
Confused, I take a step back from her so I have room to reach into the envelope. My brow furrows when I pull out…a Covid test? “Shit, baby,” I say, stomach dropping. “You have Covid?”
She shakes her head, face screwing up in confusion. “What? What are you talking about?”
“This is a positive Covid te–” I stop in my tracks when I realize what a fucking dumbass I am. I look at the test again, my eyes going so huge it must look comical. This is not a Covid test. No, it’s got a pink cap and a screen with a plus sign. I lift my eyes to Presley, my own dangerously close to shedding tears. “Presley…” I breathe.
Presley lets out a little laugh as her own eyes fill with tears. “Yeah.”
“Is this…this is real?” I ask, bouncing on my toes. “Are you sure?”
Presley giggles and the tears finally spill down her cheeks. “This is one of three tests I took. All positive,” she says. She takes it from my hand and sets it on a little table by our front door. Then, her jade eyes find mine again. “Colson,” she says, then takes a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”
Time stands still. My heart suddenly feels too big for my chest, like it’s going to explode out of me. My palms tingle and elation builds in my stomach. “R-really?” I ask quietly.
Presley nods, lip quivering, but she smiles. “We’re having a baby, Colson. You’re going to be a dad.”
It’s those words that finally break me out of my trance. I lunge forward and heave my girl into my arms. She shrieks as I lift her up, her legs surrounding my waist. I laugh and kiss her hard, rocking her in my arms. My tears spill out, too. A baby. I’m going to be a dad. We’re going to be parents.
“I know we’re going on tour and it’s not the best time,” she says breathlessly against my lips.
I shake my head. “It’s the perfect time,” I say, because I don’t care what’s happening in our lives. We’re having a baby. I laugh again and kiss her lips, holding the back of her head while my other arm holds her up.
“So you’re happy?” she asks.
“God, Pres,” I laugh. “I’m fucking ecstatic. This is the best day of my life!”
Presley laughs tearfully and nods. “Mine, too.”
“I love you,” I say, kissing her again. “So much.” When I pull back from the kiss, I glance down between us. I set Presley on her feet and sink to my knees. My hands go to her belly, still flat and toned, but soon enough, it’ll be perfectly round, carrying our child. I smile to myself and press a kiss to her belly. Presley runs her hands through my hair and looks at me lovingly.
I take a shaky breath and look at her stomach. “Little bean,” I say softly, “this world is yours.”
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Bad Things
(All We Have: Part Four)
Part One: Home
Part Two: 5:3666
Part Three: Lately
Colson x Female Reader
Summary: Colson's daughter Casie has come to stay with you, your growing feelings get ever more confusing...
Word count: 1,600+
Feels: confusion, emerging feelings
Warnings: Pure cheese
Companion playlist:
Machine Gun Kelly - Bad Things
Years and Years - Eyes Shut
Sam Smith - Not In That Way
Selena Gomez - Bad Liar
A/N: It's been a long time since I've written anything because life is insanely busy and my mental health hasn't had me feeling creative. But I'm sick again and stuck at home, so I've been going through some fic notes. I've broken this section into two bits, so the other one will come soon. Need to dig out my old phone with all my notes. Hope this isn't too sloppy as I've just banged it out based on my old notes. Hopefully I'll manage to make myself time to write more. Thanks for all the continued love comments for my writing, it's so appreciated 😘 Thanks to @i-think-i-did-it-again @hollywoodxwhore @triplexdoublex for inspiring me to get back into it with you amazing fics!
If you want to watch the instagram live I used for the inspo for this, you can watch it here
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Colson is in the living room, his phone propped up on the table as he films an instagram live of him and Casie. “Ladies and gentleman, a coco-nut. Comment if you love coco-nuts. Screwdriver coming in hot, lets go”
They’ve got the coconuts she insisted on trying and are trying to figure out how to open it. They argue in an endearing back and forth over how to do it, Casie insisting she knows best
“No Dad, you’re not supposed to do it that”
“Okay you try your way first but I guarantee my way will work. Ladies and gentleman the opening of a coconut, please don’t damage your beautiful hands” he fusses over her
“What did I tell you Dad”
“Wait, are you joking? They should have told us this years ago. Let me try my dad strength. Ay yo, Y/N can you get us a hammer?”
You laugh as Casie shouts “Nooo” and puts her head in her hands. You’ve been sent in and out of the room several times now at both their demands, for cups, screwdrivers and now a hammer. You love how excitable they get around each other, it’s infectious to watch.
Casie is bubbling with energy, she drops the coconut onto the table “Can we get some Ramen noodles?” Colson laughs at her fast switch of topics and picks up the coconut himself, stabbing it with the screwdriver “Yeah I know a fire ramen place we can order from”
He looks up at the screen and sees her dancing while still sitting next to him, he puts the coconut down himself and picks up his phone to angle it toward her
“Okay, we’re doing this now…Show me how to do your tiktok dance”
“Hard” he says watching her then looking over at you, seeing you mirror the dance back at Casie “You can do this too? That’s a lot for me, I think you got it though. Show me two two three” You stand up and start dancing with Casie, and Colson sings the tune with you as he moves the camera to show Casie in full length, but halfway through you get your legs muddled up and Casie starts laughing at you “We had this Y/N, you’re doing it wrong now”
“Yeah I think she got it but you don’t” he says, sticking his tongue out at you as you lean over and gently smack him across the head playfully “Too much pressure with an audience”
"Who’s that in the background?” Colson mumbles reading the comments on the live “That’s Y/N, one of my old school homies. Say hi Y/N” he says, switching to his back camera to show you. “Don’t!” you say, ducking away as Casie laughs
“Yeah, you don’t see her much, she’s shy. Is she my girl?” he chuckles reading another comment “I’m his girl” Casie says, bringing her face to the camera
“They mean, like, in a different way Case, like my girlfriend” he laughs, bashfully
“Ohhhh, I see, I see. Well, she coooooould beeeee…” Casie jokes, making kissing noises
“That’s my daughter peeps, starting rumours right here. Look what you did now…” he laughs again, as Casie leans in reading all the comments
Oh my god, Y/N and Colson!/You guys would be so cute together/Ahhh stop, really?!/I can’t, too cute!/Colson and his girls!/How did we not know this?!/I KNEW IT!/Always thought you should be with Y/N/
Colson leans back from the camera and says to you “Literally every comment is asking about us now” he turns back to the camera “Guys, no, Casie is winding y’all up hard. Me and Y/N are just friends, it’s not like that” He leans forward again, smiling and quietly chuckling as he says “No seriously guys, it’s not a thing…Dammit Case” laughing as he turns towards her
Casie’s attention drifts back to the coconut and Colson’s quickly follows as he sets his phone down again to carry on recording the two of them on the live. You head back into the kitchen, a little relieved he was distracted and didn’t see your reaction to him making a show of telling everyone you were ‘just friends’. Your heart sank… It was only a brief moment, you caught yourself as soon as it happened, but it did happen. Your mind was running a mile a minute…What is going on, why were you feeling like this all of a sudden… Maybe quarantine was getting to you, there’s a few of you in the house, but the majority of your time was spent with Colson with you both being night owls. Maybe it was messing with your head, this whole being disconnected from real life stuff. It’s Colson, it ISN’T like that, just like he said. Am I out of my head, out of my mind? If he only knew…Why do I feel like bad things will come of this…
Your stream of thoughts was interrupted by Colson shouting ‘ay yo, Y/N come look at this, you ever seen the inside of a coconut, its kinda fire’
You’ve just walked back into room and you're standing next to Colson when Casie shouts “Y/N we need forks!” As you turn to go get them, Colson leans over from the sofa and wraps his long arms around your legs keeping you in place “No, no we don’t, we’re in the wild here, let’s make it work!” he laughs loudly, jokily arguing back with Casie as she demands you listen to her instead.
You’re normally used to being caught in between the chaotic banter or father and daughter, but your head is feeling like mush now these new confusing feelings and you’re not saying much or getting involved, hyper aware of the fact he’s filming. You’re not in shot but everyone can see him leaning over, his arms around you.
Casie leans in to the phone, reading some of the comments from the fans watching the live
“Uh oh, everyone’s talking about you guys again…” She mumbles as she reads out loud “bring Y/N on camera…stop hiding Y/N…we can see you cuddling”
Colson looks up at you when he feels you pull away from him slightly, he can see you’re not responding for some reason, you’re just looking at Casie reading out loud. He squints slightly and quickly releases your legs, positioning himself back next to Casie. You turn and leave the room, your throat feeling tight. What the fuck…
You fill the kettle up and put it on the stove, turning the gas on before leaning on the counter, your head propped up in your hand as you zone out. Staring into space, you don’t even notice the kettle whistling a few minutes later. You snap back into reality when you hear Colson’s voice behind you “Um, I think it’s boiled..?” he chuckles lightly, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other ruffling his messy blonde hair
“Shit yeah….I was miles away there” you shake your head, taking the kettle off the hob. Colson walks over and turns the gas off, he puts his hand on your back between your shoulders and you almost flinch “Hey….you okay?” he says, leaning forward to get a look at your face. “Oh yeah, of course, I’m fine” you blurt out.
He studies you as you get some mugs out of the cupboard, “Okay cool” he says, sounding unconvinced “Thought maybe you were wigging out over what people were saying on the live…” Fucks sake, why is he so perceptive “I know you don’t like getting too much attention like that, so I shouldn’t ha-...”
You cut him off “Honestly, it’s fine, I’m fine” you plaster a smile on your face as you turn to him. In one swift movement he pulls you towards him and wraps his long arms around you in a bear hug, squeezing you into his chest. It’s a confusing response to what you just said and you stiffen slightly in his arms at first, but his hugs have always been soothing and you find yourself relaxing into him, taking in his scent. He doesn’t let go. It feels like this hug has been going on for too long now, it feels weird, you’re enjoying it in a different sort of way, maybe enjoying it too much. You want to pull away, your head is saying MOVE, PULL AWAY, END IT, but instead you press your head into his chest a little harder. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your forehead and all of a sudden you want to cry. Noo, what is this…
The moment is interrupted as you hear quick footsteps followed by Casie’s voice floating towards you as she moves through from the other room “Hey, where are you guys…”
Colson gently pushes you back from his chest, looking down at you, but you’re looking past him at Casie standing still in the doorway
"Wait, ARE you boyfriend and girlfriend? You just said no" she says, an eyebrow raised.
You both protest, pulling back from your hug and you make a theatrical show of pushing his head away with your hand “urgh, no way, not this dork”
Casie shrugs and you feel the tension break "Okay, okay" she says, sounding just like her dad “I’m just asking, you guys sure do hug a lot. Can we order dinner? I still want noodles” You avoid Colson’s gaze, he’s been watching you this entire time, as you follow Casie back out of the room to get your phone to order food.
Colson remains where he is, leaning back against the counter, his arms crossed against his chest as he stares over at the empty doorway you and Casie just walked through. After a minute he lets out a deep sigh as he brings his hand to his face and rubs it along his jawline. He’s deep in thought, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown when he hears Casie calling him from the other room….
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MASTERLIST
🍋=smut 🍓=fluff 🥝=angst
Colson Baker/MGK
JXDN/Jaden Hossler
Pete Davidson
Vinnie Hacker
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Do You Have A Name, Or Can I Call You Mine? - Machine Gun Kelly Fan Fiction
Word Count: 2550 words
Warnings: None
Summary: Colson gets the phone call he'd hoped for, and more. There are more bad pick-up lines.
Where else can you find this: Ao3 | Wattpad
Colson grinned down at his phone, unable to hide the expression when he saw the screen light up from another message from Rosie, knowing full-well it was another cheesy pick-up line.
She sent one every on her lunch break, usually when Colson was just getting out of the apartment they were renting for the week, and he always sent one back. It was a bit dumb - real high-school childish shit - but he'd be lying if he said he didn't fucking love it, if only because it was an excuse to talk to Rosie.
They hadn't had a chance to talk on a call yet; they seemed to have opposite schedules, with her finishing work around four in the evening, just when his day was really beginning, and he was still passed out in the morning before she started work at eight. Still, he didn't think they went more than twelve hours without messaging each other, and he liked her enough that he'd even mentioned her in passing to Casie when they'd spoken, telling her the story of how he'd met Rosie
His daughter had rolled her eyes and told him not to embarrass himself and more than he already had with his bad pick up lines, only to be horrified when Colson told her Rosie found him funny, and had some awful pick-up lines of her own. The faux-fear on Casie's face as she'd whispered that now there were 'two of them now' had made him laugh so hard his jaw hurt...and gave him a little bit of hope that he and Rosie could make something work.
MESSAGE FROM ROSIE 🌹
I would take you to the movies, but they don’t allow snacks.
That's what the kids are calling each other these days, right? A snack?
Woman, I am thirty years old.
I have no idea.
God I feel old. I called someone a hunk the other day, and Grace actually asked me what I was talking about.
Oh yeah? Was that someone me?
I couldn't say.
It was a pretty standard chat for them - but it still gave Colson butterflies in the pit of his stomach.
After a few days of messaging, the bad pick-up lines and chat had progressed into flirting, and now both of them were dancing around each other, trying to work out how serious the other one was...at least Colson was. He'd admit, it was a little bit weird to be the one feeling like they were chasing, and he was pretty sure he didn't like it. He was second-guessing what he messaged to her, over-thinking about what she messaged him, and generally giving himself anxiety over manning up and just telling her he wanted more than exchanging texts.
Logically, he knew it shouldn't be that hard; he'd literally been speaking for her for four days, if she told him to fuck off, then it wasn't like he was losing someone who'd been in his life for years. It shouldn't be this hard to just say what he felt. But everytime he typed it all out, he ended up deleting it.
He'd stopped even trying.
If you say so. Honestly, I've got other worries.
I lost my teddy bear. Can I sleep with you tonight?
I know you can't hear me, but I just groaned. Audibly.
The kids I have in detention are so confused.
As stressed as he was over confessing his feelings to Rosie, that was enough to make him chuckle under his breath. The juxtaposition of Rosie, the badass looking woman he'd met at a venue bar, and Miss Barnes, the secondary school history teacher, was utterly hilarious to him. He just kept picturing her standing in front of a whiteboard in her fishnets and leather miniskirt every time her job came up...and whenever he got into the shower.
Sorry, Miss Barnes.
Fuck off.
Chuckling, Colson slid his phone into his pocket and let himself into the studio he was recording at.
He was determined to finish early today; he might not get done by four, but he was hoping to get out in time to ring Rosie before he went out tonight. Maybe he couldn't work up the courage to tell her how he truly felt, but that didn't mean he didn't want to speak to her. If anything, he was hoping hearing her voice might give him the kick in the pants to come clean.
He was keeping his fingers crossed.
MESSAGE FROM ROSIE 🌹
I know this is a bit short notice, but can we call?
Yeah, course. Everything okay?
Colson waited to see if Rosie would message back, only for her number to flash up as she skipped messaging just to call him.
"Hey, you alright?"
'I'm good. Friday's are rough.' Rosie sighed, sounded exhausted, even though it was only quarter past twelve: 'For once I didn't have anyone in detention so I've locked the door and now I'm hiding in the cupboard at the back of the classroom.'
Colson let out a low whistle: "That does sound rough."
'It's not that bad. I stuck an old desk chair in here and I have a phone charger and a bar of chocolate.'
"I meant the fact that you're hiding in a cupboard, but I'm happy you're happy in there." Colson snorted, hearing Rosie chuckle softly in return: "What on earth did the kids do to drive you this insane?"
'Ah, it's just the time of year. No-one wants to pay attention on a Friday, and next week is the last week before they get a week off for half-term, so all the kids have turned into monsters. Well, bigger monsters than they usually are.' Rosie sighed, before audibly cheering up: 'But I didn't call to bitch about my job; I called because I wanted to speak to you. And because I think I have found the best chat-up line ever.'
"Oh yeah?"
'I am going to complain to iTunes about you not being this week's hottest single.'
Colson laughed so hard that Rook poked his head through the door of the kitchen, looking confused. Colson shook his head, making Rook raise his eyebrows, only backing out when Colson flipped him off with his free hand.
He was definitely going to bother Colson about this later, the nosy little shit, but for now Colson couldn't bring himself to care about anything other than the way Rosie was laughing at her own joke. It was fucking adorable; she sounded so happy with herself for making him laugh, it made his chest feel a little tight. She was literally the best thing to happen to him this year, and he was already so attached that he didn't want to lose her.
The sudden realisation made him bold - he couldn't keep chickening out of talking to her. He had to tell her how he felt.
"I mean, that's good. So good I'm not sure mine is going to stand up to it."
'Well, we'll never know if you don't say it.'
"Wanna grab a coffee...because I like you a latte." Colson took a deep breath: "I suppose, to make up for it not being as funny as yours...I could tell you it's a serious offer?"
The only response was silence.
Colson was ready to take it back, only for Rosie to clear her throat: 'Like...a date?'
"Yeah, like a date." Colson agreed: "I mean, it doesn't have to be coffee. We could go for dinner; there's this cool restaurant that's meant to be good, or we could go do something fun, or - "
'Dinner would be nice.'
Colson's heart stopped.
She agreed to dinner. She agreed to dinner!
"That's great!" Colson swallowed, feeling the same anxiety that Rosie sounded like she was feeling, and wanting to get away from it and focus on the excitement building in his stomach: "Because you know what’s on the menu? Me 'n' u."
Rosie groaned, but he could hear her trying not to laugh as she did so: 'That was so bad...but it was also amazing, so it's a date. Literally.'
"It's a date."
'I can't wait.'
"Me either. I'll see you Friday."
Goddamn...
Colson saw Rosie before she saw him, standing just inside the front door to the restaurant they'd agreed to meet at, all lit up by the soft yellow-white fairy lights strung that hung in a curtain against the wall behind her. She looked like a fucking dream: in a modest black dress that she somehow managed to make look scandalous, the material hugging every inch of her, even though it covered her from neck to wrist to just below her knees. With bright red lips and scarlet shoes, Colson wasn't sure he wanted to share the sight of her with all the other guys in the restaurant. He was already half-ready to punch the dude at the front desk, who was staring at her ass while her back was turned to him.
Instead, he quickened his pace. The sooner they were seated, the sooner that guy could fuck off and eye-fuck some other woman.
Even though he was pissed, the look on Rosie's face when he opened the door was more than enough to calm him down: "Colson! Did you have Lucky Charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious."
Just like that, the anger was replaced with laughter: "Damn it, that was good. You keep making jokes like that, and I'm gonna think you're a campfire - because 'cos you’re hot and I’m going to want s’more."
Rosie laughed, and allowed him to pull her in for a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck as he tightened his around her waist. He made sure to glare at the dude who'd been staring at her ass, even though he was now looking utterly disgusted by their exchange of cheesy pick-up lines, but mostly he got distracted by the smell of Rosie's perfume. It was a new one on him, but he was pretty sure he was already addicted to the muted citrus and almost peppery smell of it.
They reluctantly pulled apart - and Colson was thrilled that Rosie seemed just as reluctant as he was - but remained in contact by holding hands as they walked up to the little podium thing, where ass guy was currently looking down his nose at them.
"Do you two have a reservation?"
"Yeah, for two, under the name Baker." Colson smirked, watching the guy's face drop.
Colson felt no remorse.
Ass guy called over a waitress and asked her to show him and Rosie to a table upstairs, before telling them to have a good meal. Rosie smiled, albeit coolly, making Colson wonder if she'd been aware of the jackass staring at her earlier, but Colson just smirked. He wasn't usually a dick to people; he'd worked at fucking Chipotle, he knew he wasn't better than anyone, but this dude was just asking for it. Colson wrapped an arm around Rosie's waist as they walked away, letting everyone in there know exactly who she was here with. They could eat their hearts out, he was the one lucky enough to get to sit down to have dinner with her.
Just the thought was enough to make Colson smile.
Rosie smiled back: "Oh, wow. Did the sun come out, or did you just smile at me?"
"Damn." Colson reached up to cover his smile with his hand, even though it was widening: "That was good. Not as much as the Lucky Charms one, but still good. Almost makes me wish I didn't ruin it by hating my smile so much."
"I try my best." Rosie winked: "And your smile is cute!"
"Almost as cute as you." Colson winked at her watching her cheeks turn a faint shade of pink.
Despite her blushing, though, Rosie wasn't lost for words: "Smooth."
"Yeah? How's this for smooth - are you Netflix? Because I could watch you for hours."
"Not bad...but not as good as roses are red, my face is too, that only happens when I’m around you."
Colson laughed.
Normally he liked having the last word, because the only thing he was more than mouthy was stubborn, and he wasn't ashamed of that...but something about going back and forth with Rosie made it more entertaining to just let himself stop looking for the next thing to say and just enjoy being truly present. There was no pressure from her for him to be edgy or sharp-tongued. Although she did seem to like him when he was, she also seemed to like him when he was spouting lame chat-up lines and being a dork.
It was impossible to put into words how good it felt to be able to relax. There weren't a lot of people Colson could let his guard down around, but in the short time he'd known her Rosie had already become one of them. With her, he felt like he could talk about what he was doing, without worrying that it was going to get back to someone it shouldn't or end up on the internet.
They talked about what he was doing in the studio, about her least favourite class to teach and how much she dreaded the last lesson on a Friday when she had them, about their family and friends and what was happening with them. Not once did Colson worry about anything he was saying or think about censoring himself. Nothing felt like stilted or forced - with Rosie, Colson was so engrossed in their conversation that he ordered and ate on auto-pilot, barely noticing anything other than Rosie. It was like she was the center of the universe tonight, and Colson couldn't keep his eyes off of her. It literally took the waitress coming over to ask if they wanted the cheque for Colson to realise that the restaurant was almost empty.
The waitress was all too happy to let them pay, hurrying them out the door as politely as possible, hovering as Colson helped Rosie into her jacket, and wishing them a goodnight as they headed for the stairs. They got out onto the street, standing close to the window to let the city pass them by as they spoke.
"Thank you for a really nice night." Rosie smiled: "The thought of this literally kept me going this week, and it was the best night I've had in a long time."
Colson felt his heart start to pick up, even as he tried to act onfident: "I'm glad it lived up to your expectations...I'm also glad you've been fantasising about me."
Rosie laughed: "You wish. Maybe I was just thinking about the dessert."
"In fairness, that passionfruit cheesecake you had was fucking amazing." Colson laughed back: "I'd dream about that."
"It was the best...well, except for you." Rosie smiled, her voice softening to something sweet and genuine: "I had a really nice time tonight, Colson."
"I did too. Honestly, I think you might be the best thing to happen to me all year...so, at the risk of ruining all of that..." Colson tailed off, leaning down to pause with his lips an inch from Rosie's: "Can I borrow a kiss? I swear I’ll give it back."
Rosie closed the gap herself, leaning up that last inch to press their lips together.
It was amazing.
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MGK Fic? Fall Out Boy Fic? A MGKFOB FIC WHAT?!
Click it, you know you want to. And I post good ass, longggg ass chapters, y'all, I BRING THE GOOD SHIT. https://archiveofourown.org/users/XOKEEFE/works
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Spotlight: A Life Of A Troubled Celebrity Heartthrob Ch 9
Spotlight: A Life Of A Troubled Celebrity Heartthrob Chapter 9
Word Count: 3,432
We're going to skip the formalities Ashleigh," Colson strolled into the study and pushed Ashleigh's chair back, "Why did you you do it??"
"Colson I-" Ashleigh looked at him, frightened, "Slim said if I didn't do it then-it would have been me instead," she hung her head in shame.
"Hmm.." Colson held his chin and pretended to be in deep thought, "so you gave up Y/N instead..makes sense I guess," he shrugged.
"What?!" her head snapped up.
"Slim is a crackhead and is blazed half the time..what's your excuse for taking part in this Ashleigh," his eyes were fire and ice all at once.
"He threatened me-" she cried out.
"But you made conscious decision to help him f*ck my wife didn't you?!" Colson shot back, "you even spiked her drink with a double dose of the drug!" He shouted, "why did you do that? Huh?!"
"I was scared!" she said as the tears pooled her eyes,
"Ahhh..I see.." Colson stood up, " are you scared Ash?" Colson got up stared directly into her eyes.
"Y-e-ss.." she gulped and looked at the bodyguards that towered behind Colson.
"Good," Colson said with satisfaction, "it's good that you're afraid," he paced around her chair, "At least I've got the decency to plan this thing in front of you; and not behind your back like what you did to someone that considered you a friend," he stopped in front of her, "Now I'm going to get one of these guys to lock you in a tiny bathroom and have his way with you? How about that? Sound familiar?"
"Don't! Please! I'll do anything!" she fell at Colson's feet and grovelled.
"Guys can I have a volunteer to take this lovely lady into the restroom and do what ever you feel like with her? Actually I want you to go as far as Slim did with my wife..or further maybe? Rog? Andre? You're game?" Colson asked.
"Let me at her Col. I think I will do a good job than Rog over here," Andre motioned with his head.
"No, no, no. Please allow me Col? I will do a better job than Slim," Rog said smugly.
"Okay Rog you're our guy!" Colson patted Rog on the back, "don't worry Ashleigh I'll just turn a blind eye like you did and I hope, for your sake, there's someone that cares enough to come and knock the door down-like I did," Colson stepped away from her, "Hey don't forget to rough her up and spike her drink before-just like Slim did to my wife."
"Waaiiitt! Don't leave me! I'm sorry! Please! Slim made me do it-he-he threatened me," Ashleigh wailed.
"Why didn't you come to me?! You had a choice and you did the wrong thing Ashleigh! That makes you as bad as Slim!" Colson yelled at her, his blue eyes blazing. "By the way-enjoy your stay in prison," he informed her before he left the room.
"Take her away Rog and don't come out until she passes out just like Y/N," Jax looked down at her with disgust.
"Jax! Please don't do this!" she pleaded but Jax was having none of it.
"You saw it fit to do it to Y/N so why should I feel sorry for you? Take her away," Jax said.
"Noooo! Please!" Ashleigh screamed as Rog threw her over his shoulder; to carry out orders.
"How far do you want to take this Colson?" Jax asked as they walked to the car.
"As far as Slim took liberties on my wife," Colson replied tersely, "I want her to experience everything that Y/N went through. She should have a play by play version and we'll see how she feels being in the same shoes."
"So they're not going to actually...?" Jax raised his eyebrow.
"No! I gave them strict instructions not to take it that far," he reiterated.
"Okay," Jax opened the door for Colson and he jumped in.
"Please take me to the hospital? I need to check on Y/N before I lose my mind," Colson sighed heavily, "the doctor has assured me that he didn't..get very far."
"What a relief!" Jax sagged on the driver's seat.
"If he had-I was going to kill him with my bare hands," Colson clenched his fist.
"Not if I got to him first-with a bullet straight through his head," Jax said with conviction.
"I think we need to leave this place. Just me and Y/N," Colson said, "please make the arrangements?"
"Where are we going to this time?" Jax questioned, knowing he was part of the plan.
"Jamaica," Colson replied.
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"Good morning baby," Colson sat on the hospital bed and held Y/N's hand. Her eyes fluttered open and she groaned.
"You told him," she snatched her hand out of his grasp and turned aside.
"What?!" Colson asked, confused.
"I told you something in confidence," she cleared her throat, "and you told Slim so he could use it against me," she sniffled.
"Sweets.." Colson jumped onto the bed and lay in front of her, "look at me? Please?" he held her face tenderly.
"I honestly have no idea what you're going on about" his blonde hair flopped over his eyes and he tossed it back, "can you at least fill in the blanks so that we can be on the same page?" he stared at her intently.
"He knew," she whispered, "he knew about Bobby," she dropped her gaze.
"Who's Bobby baby?" Colson asked gently.
"My ex," she gulped as she twisted her hands nervously.
"I didn't tell him anything about it sweets. I swear. Maybe he overheard me talking to Jax the other day..I wanted him to help find him so you wouldn't have to worry about him coming back-I didn't want it hanging over your head," Colson explained "plus you never really told me his name.."
"Oh," her eyes focused on chest.
"You like my t-shirt?" Colson joked.
"I've always found plain white t-shirts fascinating," she rolled her eyes.
"This isn't just any white t-shirt babe-it's an original Levi," Colson held out the hem of the t-shirt and grinned.
"I'm sorry for spoiling your night," Y/N apologized.
"Hey..don't do that," Colson held her chin up and gazed into her e/c orbs, "I should be the one apologizing actually. I was supposed to protect you but-"
"Can we not talk about this?" she frowned and looked away.
"Sure," there was an awkward silence. "I'll go and check with the doctor if he's done with your discharge papers," Colson hopped of the bed and left the room.
Y/N looked up the ceiling and sighed heavily. How did she end up in this situation for a second time? If Colson hadn't kicked down the door when he did then-she didn't even want to think about it. She would rather keep it buried in her emotional archives.
"Good morning!" Jax stood at the door with his hands in his pockets, "is there room for one more?" he smiled.
"Jax!" Y/N gave him a genuine smile, "come in!" Jax got to her in two strides and engulfed her in a bear hug.
"You okay kid?" he leaned back and examined her.
"Yeah," she grinned.
"Good. The doctor has given you the green light, you can go home" he nodded with satisfaction, "did your husband tell you that we're going on honeymoon?"
"No Jax," Colson cut in, "but you might as well tell her."
"Tell me what?" Y/N asked.
"We're going to the Caribbean baby," Jax smiled.
"What?! Really babe??" Y/N gushed and Colson nodded with a smile.
"Let's get out of here I need to pack."
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It was a beautiful day; the birds were singing, the sun was shining and all was alright in the world. For now at least.
Colson woke up early and went to take his usual swim. The beach was deserted as he walked towards the water, in his shorts and his towel slung over his shoulder. He loved to take an early morning swim as part of his workout routine because it helped him to think; and he had a lot of thinking to do this morning.
At the end of this week they were going back to reality and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that. The press that constantly stalked him and pried into his private life unashamedly, his fake friends, the pressure of staying at the top and last but not least his dear mother in law. Mrs Y/M/F/N L/N had called him, breathing fire and threatening to castrate him as soon as his jet touched the ground of Cleveland. He would definitely chose dealing with the press over that any day.
While he understood that she had genuine concerns, Y/N was a grown woman and the only thing that mattered to him. The way he felt about her frightened him. After Dani he had promised to never fall in love again. Love was complicated, it was too intense and it made you vulnerable; but worst of all you could risk getting your heart broken. He had loved Dani more than was humanely possible-he could have done anything for her and he did, but after she slept with his best friend she did irreparable damage to his heart. He couldn't risk it again-and yet he found himself totally consumed by Y/N Y/L/N.
Her eyes captivated him and sent his heart spiraling to the ends of the unknown. When she laughed or smiled at him he felt like he could take on the world. Making love to her was an indescribable feeling..he couldn't put it into words even if he tried. She was always on his mind and he just wanted to be with her all the time. He was selfish when it came to her-he didn't want anyone else around when they were together; he wanted all her attention; all of her.
Colson swam back to the shore, his body was exhausted. He bent over and held onto his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"Smile," Y/N said and as he looked up startled she took a pic with her iPhone.
"Hey sweets," his face broke into a smile and his heart skipped a beat.
"I could wake up to this every morning..some girls have all the luck," she sighed and took a few more pics of Colson in his swimming trunks, water dripping from his gorgeous body.
"You know what Bambi..I think you need to be in the pic as well-"Colson lunged at her and grabbed her, making her wet. She was dressed in a short floral caftan dress which did nothing to protect her.
"Baker!" she squealed, "you're making me wet!"
"Just what I love to hear sweets," he crushed her against his solid chest and their lips merged, melting into each other. He wove his fingers into her silky soft hair and she in turn slid her fingers into his wet hair.
Jax stood behind them clearing his throat and got their attention.
"Just on time Jax-please take a video and post it on Instagram asap okay?" Colson handed the phone to him.
"A video??," Y/N asked. Before she got a response Colson swooped her off her feet and threw over his shoulder. He ran back into the water amidst Y/N's screams and protests.
She landed in the water with a splash and Colson laughed at her as she spluttered in the water.
"Baker you are dead!!" she jumped onto his back and they both keeled over back into the water. Y/N tried to escape but he caught her foot and dragged her back in. They continued a full out make out session and would have taken it further if Jax hadn't reminded them that they were in a public area.
"That's enough you two!" Jax yelled, "breakfast is served, let's go."
"Let's get changed first. Come one," Colson put his arm around her shoulder as they walked back to the villa. They had a quick shower and dressed up before going for breakfast.
"Can't we go out somewhere for breakfast?" Y/N suggested, "We're in the Caribbean so we might as well take advantage of it."
"As mi 'lady wishes," Colson bowed.
"Baker!" Y/N swatted his arm.
"But I went all out and made breakfast for you two?" Jax grumbled.
"Sorry Jax. Guess we will have to stay and eat," Y/N said.
"Killjoy," Colson muttered under his breath.
"Don't worry babe, we can explore after breakfast," Y/N squeezed his arm.
"Ooh, I like the sound of that.." Colson murmured and leaned in to kiss her.
"Can we eat now?" Jax complained.
"I would rather eat what I'm looking at right now.." Colson continued to suck on Y/N's lips and she giggled.
"Gosh! I think I'm going to throw up," Jax rolled his eyes, "I'm going to eat at my villa. I'll leave you kids to it." He threw his napkin on the table and stood up.
"Hey Jax," Colson said, "You're officially off duty. We'll call you when we need you."
"Thank you!" Jax said with a sigh of relief, "at least I won't have to witness you two sucking face any longer."
"Makes two of us," Colson replied. They laughed as they watched him leave.
"You're not a nice person Baker," Y/N said as she nibbled on a piece of bacon.
"I know but I'm still yours," he tucked a lose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Are you really?" she asked with uncertainty.
"Sweets-let's not do this? Please?" he raked his hair.
"So nothing has changed," she nodded and her gaze as she twisted her fingers nervously.
"I'm going for a walk!" Colson pushed back his chair and it screeched as he stood up.
"Fine!" Y/N shouted at his retreating back.
Y/N thought that things had changed. That somehow his feelings had changed and he was finally ready to admit that he loved her, that this was more than a casual fling, that they had passed the stage of testing the waters. She had hoped they had established their relationship on a solid foundation but his outburst had proved that they were still on ground zero.
Two steps forward. Two steps back.
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Y/N spent the day watching Netflix in the guest room at the villa. She had ordered room service because she didn't feel like cooking. She didn't feel like doing anything but wallowing in self-pity. Colson hadn't shown up for lunch or dinner and Y/N went into further depression. There was a fully stocked bar so she decided to take full advantage of it and drowned her sorrows.
She heard loud music coming from outside so she got dressed in her best outfit and headed out. There was no way she was going to sit at home while Colson was probably out there having a good time. She stumbled into a local club that seemed to be happening tonight and made a beeline to the bar.
"Can I have a cosmo?" she asked the barman and he nodded. She sipped on it slowly and watched the revelers grinding on each other; having a good time.
"Care to dance?" Colson came from behind and whispered in her ear.
"Get lost Baker," she retorted without swinging around.
"Look sweets, I'm sorry for walking out on you," he turned her around and he took her hands, "I shouldn't have done that-please forgive me?" he pouted.
"We can't make progress if that's what you going to do every time we have a fight," she said, "where have you been all day anyway?"
"I went scuba diving and surfing with Jax," he replied. "Can we just be Colson and Y/N tonight? For the rest of the week maybe?" he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, "No fighting, no arguing-no nothing-good vibes only. Just me and you enjoying each other's company? Can we do that baby?" he implored.
"Okay Baker. I'm sold," Y/N rolled her eyes and picked up her drink.
"I know we need to do grown up talk soon but can it be when we get back home?" he asked, "for now I just want to enjoy my honeymoon with my beautiful and sexy wife," he took her drink and gulped half of it down.
"Hey! Get your own," she slapped his arm. He ordered another round for them and then a couple of more. She was feeling light headed and her face was tingling. The alcohol had clearly kicked in and she could feel it.
"Let's go dance!" Colson pulled her to the dance floor.
"I don't even know how to dance to this music!" she shouted into his ear. She looked around her and all she could see was people gyrating on each other. If they didn't have any clothes on it would have been x-rated.
"There's nothing to it sweets. Just follow my lead," Colson started grinding against her and she followed suit.
They got lost in the moment as their bodies intertwined as they moved to the rhythm of the music. He turned her around and fitted her back into the contour of his body, his hands slowly gliding down her thighs. She weaved her hands in his hair and pressed her backside into him and he groaned into her ear.
"You're killing me Bambi," his lust filled voice whispered into her ear, sending chills down her spine. He gripped her hips tightly and sucked her earlobe and she gasped.
"I learnt from the best," she said breathlessly, as she continued to grind against him.
"Bathroom-now!" he growled.
"What?!" her eyeballs almost popped out. This was so hot but she had to be the voice of reason here. He grabbed her hand and led her to the ladies restrooms, "Colson-you can't be serious?!
"This is Jamaica sweets. We can't come here and not have hot, spontaneous sex in the bathroom," he slammed the door shut and made sure it was locked.
"What if we get caught?" she asked breathlessly, as he planted hot kisses on her neck.
"Too bad-they will just have to hear you screaming my name," he said in a husky voice, before he pushed her against the door and took her right there and then.
Welcome to Jamaica.
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The rest of the night was a blur and just when Y/N thought she was ready to head home, Colson told her the night was only beginning.
"We've been invited to an after party at Sean Paul's and I have been trying forever to get a collabo with him. This is my chance," Colson said as they jumped into the limo.
"Can you maybe drop me off at home? I'm totally wasted," Y/N groaned and leaned back on the leather seat.
"Not a chance sweets," Colson leaned in and kissed her until she was breathless, "better?" he asked with a smile.
"Hmmm," was all Y/N could day.
"We won't stay long. Promise," he assured her but they both knew it was a lie.
Colson kept her entertained throughout the night and never left her side. They danced, talked, drank and danced some more. Finally she couldn't stand on her feet any more so they went to sit down again. The people at their table were smoking a joint an passing it around and Colson pulled on it a couple of times before passing it to Y/N.
"No way!" she pushed his hand away.
"Don't tell me you've never smoked weed sweets?" he looked genuinely shocked.
"Never..not interested," she slurred, "I don't smoke."
"This is different. Besides-we're in Jamaica sweets. You can't be here and not experience this," he looked at the joint like it was gold, "come on just try it. Just one drag," he coaxed and his new found friends cheered her on.
"Okay, okay" she relented. Against her better judgement she took it and smoked it until she choked on the smoke.
"Yeah!" everyone cheered for her.
"Well done Bambi," Colson chuckled and rubbed her back.
To this day Y/N couldn't remember how she got home that night.
Colson teased her about it the next day. Apparently she danced on the table and almost did a strip show but he had stopped her just in time. He even got a lap dance.
"You're a bad influence Baker," she groaned and went back to sleep.
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i’d be lying if i said i didn’t love you
prompt; i’d be lying if i said i didn’t love you
summary: colson and y/n see each other after a messy breakup
word count: 1,190
warnings: swearing, smut, angst
3rd Person’s P.O.V.
She leans towards the mirror, placing both hands on either side of the sink to steady herself. Her short dress is becoming shorter and shorter the more she leans over, ever so slowly showing almost half of her ass. He tries his hardest to not let his eyes wander but he can’t help it, oh how he misses seeing that ass bent over while he fucks her from behind. The beautiful girl lifts one hand and lightly traces her lipstick covered lips,
“How is this coming off already?” She mumbles to herself, disappointed that she spent an obscene amount of money on a lipstick that doesn’t last more than an hour without being touched up. She fumbles through her purse and grabs the tube, putting all her focus on the face in front of her and not looking like a clown when applying the lipstick. All he did was watch her in awe, how does she make even the simplest of tasks look so elegant? He wonders to himself.
“Will you quit staring at me?” The girl snaps as she catches him watching her intently. She closes the lipstick and shoves it back in her purse before standing straight and pulling her dress down. She puts one leg in front of the other, attempting to leave the awkward reunion in the bathroom they used to share so many moments in. He snaps out of his trance and wraps an arm around her waist, stopping her from going anywhere.
“Get off me!” She raises her voice and places her hands on his chest to push him away. But as soon as her hands meet the warmth, she can’t seem to pull them away. They both miss each other equally as much but put on facades so the other will never know. Instead of meeting his eyes, hers danced around the tattoos on his chest under the loose singlet he has on. The tattoos she once kissed for hours on end, the tattoos she forced him to tell her the stories of, the meanings behind them, the ones she traced on lazy Sundays they spent in bed together. He wants so badly to meet her eyes, to see what emotions are coursing through her during this moment. Would it be anger? Sadness? Regret? Guilt? That’s all he’s been trying to do since the day he met her, figure her out.
“What do you want?” She spits as she rips herself out of his grip.
“I just want to talk,”
“You did enough talking the day you left,” She steps back from him, creating distance because she can’t trust herself not to touch him. “Trust me, I heard every word you said. Especially the ones saying you met someone else and it didn’t matter because we were never together,” Salty tears threaten to spill at the thought of the day she has tried so hard to forget.
“That’s not what I was trying to tell you,” The troubled boy runs a hand through his dead, fake blonde locks.
“To be quite honest with you Colson. I don’t fucking care,” She moves back to the mirror to assess her appearance. Ever since Colson and her had parted ways, she became obsessed with herself. Not in the way most people would think but more in a, am I not good enough? kind of way. She became more involved with the social scene, she cared what people thought of her for once but acted like she didn’t, she never went in public without being in full glam because you never know who you will see. Maybe she did all this in case she saw Colson. She works harder than ever, trying to be her own person and not have to depend on anyone like she once did on Colson. She couldn’t afford to have her heartbroken again.
“What is with you?” He raises his voice. “You’re like a completely different person,”
“That’s what heartbreak tends to do to someone,”
“Do you think you could ever forgive me?” He takes a different approach, this time appealing to her emotions instead of using force or anger.
“Probably not,” She shrugs. She may never forgive him, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love him. She turns around to address him directly.
“Colson you know you mean the world to me, you probably always will. But so do your words. You took advantage of my emotions back then and used me for whatever the fuck you wanted because you knew I was infatuated with you and would do anything for you no matter what,”
“Is that what you really think our relationship was?”
“Not to quote you or anything, but you said it was never a relationship remember?” She never used to be this forward but the mixture of alcohol and her newly found confidence made it so easy. She had been holding this in for so long, it was somewhat good to see him so she could finally get closure.
“Y/N, I loved you. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love you now. I would never do that to anyone, let alone you of all people! I would never take advantage of your emotions or use you. I know how infatuated with me you were and that you would do anything for me but guess what? I felt the same fucking way. That day you never listened to the full story, you didn’t let me explain.
I will admit that I had a fucked up week and I was angry, I was pissed off at the world and I took it out on you. That was wrong of me. I got all my words mixed up and told you it was never a relationship, without telling you I wanted it to be. I told you I met someone else without telling you it was Megan, and it was a PR stunt. I was so frustrated at you for leaving without giving me a chance to explain and as I said before, I was in a bad place. Those are my pathetic reasons for not contacting you but since I’m spilling my guts to you right now I might as well tell you I was scared.
That was the main reason I didn’t pursue us after that fight. But now I’ve left it too late, we’re entirely different people.”
“Colson- I- I don’t know what to say,” She stands there shocked, all those months of resentment just because they couldn’t communicate properly. She was torn between forgiving him and jumping into his arms or forgetting this whole night and going back to using her resentment towards him as motivation to improve herself, to better herself.
“Then don’t say anything,” He mutters as he walks towards her, placing his hand on the side of her face.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” She mumbles.
“Then stop me,” He begins to lean down but she doesn’t stop him, she doesn’t want to. Their lips connect and the pair feel the outside world slow down and become irrelevant. All that matters is that they’re sharing this moment together.
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Okay I did this one like a week ago when I couldn’t sleep at 430 in the morning so I know it’s not the best but...
Imagine:
you and Colson dated for a little more than a year but broke up 9 months ago but still hook up occasionally. You started having feelings for him again so you’re being sensitive with him after seeing him at a party with Noah Cyrus.
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Think I might do some writing and drawing tonight. Maybe I'll actually get something posted for yall ☺ I just want it to be the best it can be and I'm an anxiety queen lol
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"Come to bed" kisses with mgk!tommy Lee please
Lights Out
You reached out to the lanky boy with the heavy eyelids seated on the crowded couch and he smiled up at you. You knew from the extra dopey look in his eyes that he was high as a kite and ready for bed, but he didn’t want to miss out on the crazy shit Nikki was doing with lighting himself on fire. He pulled you to his lap softly and you happily came to rest on him. He hummed leaning his head against your chest and rubbing your thigh clearly feeling that weed the boys had smoked. You leaned back and titled his face up to look at you and he flashed you that signature smile. Leaning down you captured his lips with your own and lightly thread your fingers to his soft hair. He hummed into your mouth and pulled away to kiss along your neck.
“What game are you trying to play here?” He asked in a gruff voice made harsh from the smoking and being tired.
“Hmm come to bed” You sighed letting him trail soft lazy kisses up and down your neck. Half forgetting you were in company, and half just not giving a fuck.
“Mmnot tired” He lightly nipped your earlobe
“I didn’t say go to sleep, I said come to bed” You lightly pulled his hair knowing it would get him going. You didn’t have time to tease him more because suddenly you were in his arms being lifted.
“Where are you going?” Nikki shouted after you two making your way down the hall.
“It’s lights out” You giggled as Tommy carried you into the bedroom and shut the door.
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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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Fan Fiction Master Post
I’m currently taking requests for Motley Crue and Guns n Roses one shots. If you’re a fan fiction writer, message me about doing a custom cover or about exchanging feedback.
Motley Crue
Mutually Assured Destruction
(Playlist Here)
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Nikki Sixx/F. OC
Description: Growing restless in his discontent, Nikki Sixx is plagued with past anxieties that he never could find the courage to confront. He’d seen and done it all but when it came to Ruby Moon, he’d always felt he had unfinished business. Now, years after their tumultuous relationship had seemingly come to an end, Nikki finds himself compulsively recounting memories and asking questions only she would have the answers to.
total word count : 20,586
Prologue
One : Red When I See You
Two : Attention, Affection
Three : Think About What You Know
Four : Patience
Five : Different Between Us
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Description: Nikki’s never really cared for anyone else before, so when he finds himself risking life and limb for his new, silent friend, he had to wonder why he was starting to care now.
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Tonight’s the Night!(part2)
TheDirt!TommyLeeXReaders
Summary: You have been on tour for almost a year, event after event, mile after mile. Your uncle was Doc the manager of Mötley Crüe, one of your favorite bands. He pulled a few strings and got you on this tour for a late birthday present and for making up the lost time from when you didn’t see him much as a child. As he was one of the only ‘father’ figures you had. Recently found yourself thinking more and more of Tommy. Could you possibly be falling in love with the hopeless romantic? If you were could he possibly feel the same?
Note:// oml so if this goes out it meant you guys liked it so thank you very fucking much! I’m having fun writing this and I appreciate all of the love. I was terrified nobody would like it
Word count: 602
Tag-list:/ @bandzrus
~~~ “Kiss me again.”~~~
You slipped out of the bikini and grabbed your pajamas walking into the bathroom and closing the door, then walking over to the shower/bath, turning it on and testing the temperature of the water before fully getting into the warm water. Relaxing under the water for a while then fully taking a shower to rid you from the chlorine from the pool. You eventually got out drying yourself than putting on your pajamas, you weren’t tired yet so you decided to take a walk probably smoke a cig on the way. Somehow you found yourself at his room door, about to knock. You looked down the hall and seen Mick going to his room, you walked away from his door, Mick seen you and was waiting for you to walk in, you stood there staring at him wrapping your arms around your waist, you couldn’t explain why your you were jealous it wasn’t like you possibly liked Tommy.
“Not this time Y/N,” he looked at you with a sympathetic look in his eyes. “Cmon we’ll order room service and watch Full House.” He said while opening the door further. Out of all the guys in the band, you and Mick got along the best, minus Tommy.
You nodded then looked back at his door, you saw the chick that he brought left and he popped his head out for one final kiss, you knew that this chick would soon be introduced as his girlfriend. You looked back at Mick, you could see that he was staring at Tommy with disbelief, maybe he knew something you didn’t. But you didn’t want to feel like knowing right now, you looked back and saw Tommy head pointing in your guy's direction, you took that as you time to walk in Mick’s room as he followed closing the door.
“I’m sorry Y/N.” Mick walks over to you, him towering over you causing you to look up at him.
“For what, it’s nothing. It’s not like I’m his-“ I was cut off by Mick’s lips pressed on mine. You were surprised but also wasn’t, you knew Mick was experienced but it felt nice to have someone like this so you didn’t push away. In fact, you pulled him closer, he pulled away first.
“Always thought that it would get your mind off Tommy.” He was now staring at you “Please say something.”
“Kiss me again.”
“With pleasure.” An once again his lips were on yours again. You kissed him back, this time you pulled away.
“I was promised Full House and room service by an alien, I believe.” You looked up at him and smiled in which you were returned with a chuckle.
“Of course.” He turned on the tv and Full House was already playing.
“Imma go out and smoke real quick.” You walked out of his hotel room and walked over to the railing leaning over in.
“Need a light?” His voice startled you, you looked at him and pulled a cigarette out of the carton and put it in your mouth and leaned towards Tommy. He looked gorgeous. His dark hair messy, like he ran his hand through it. The only thing he wore was his leather pants. Your eyes traveled up and down from his body quickly.
“Thanks,” You looked at what was in front of you. “What do think your future will be like?”
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What Do You Call A Bad Popcorn Joke? - Machine Gun Kelly Fan Fiction
Prompt: Popcorn String
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1050 words
Summary: It's Colson's first Christmas with Rosie and Casie, but that doesn't mean that everything's new. Traditional decorations are important...as are terrible jokes.
Note: This story is an official part of a series I’ve published on Ao3 and Wattpad but for some reason not Tumblr...I think next year I’m going to try and make sure everything is everywhere, but until then, enjoy all the terrible jokes I could pack into 1000 words and check it out in those other places if you’re interested in some equally terrible pick-up lines.
It was no secret that Colson had once been dirt poor.
There had been more than one occasion where he’d only eaten because there had been leftovers from work, or when he hadn’t been able to pay the heating bill and he’d had to heat up pans of water to shower, or when Casie had needed new shoes and Colson had had to go begging to a thrift store to discount the already dirt-cheap shoes they had because he literally had seven dollars to his name. It had been particularly bad at Christmas.
He hadn’t even had a tree the first year after he’d broken up with Casie’s mum…but that didn’t mean he hadn’t tried. He’d spent fucking hours with sheets of old newspaper, the remains of the red wrapping paper he’d used to wrap Casie’s present, and green paper, making paper chains. He’d strung popcorn onto thread. He cut snowflakes into newspaper. He done everything he could to make their apartment as Christmas-y as he could, even though he was dirt poor. Casie had deserved the best Christmas Colson could give her - and even though it had made him feel like shit that he couldn’t give her all the presents and lights and sparkle, he’d always tried his hardest to make the holiday magical for her.
It was insane how much things had changed.
This year he was sitting in an apartment in London, watching the two most important women in his life decorating the shit out of everything they could.
Colson couldn’t remember being happier, except for maybe the first time he’d held Casie. The fact that his daughter was so in love with his girlfriend was the best Christmas present he could ask for. Better than the big tree decorated with ornaments - “baubles, dad, Rosie says they’re called baubles” - and tinsel and lights in every shade of pink, better than the small mountain of gifts from friends and family waiting to be put under that tree, better than all the great things that had happened to him this year…the fact that Casie was smiling and laughing with Rosie was just…the best.
“Oi, Skellington Jack, get your long legs over here.”
“Yeah, dad! We need your help.”
“Skellington Jack? Really?” Colson laughed, even as he got up to go and help the girls with the finishing touch on the tree.
The string of popcorn.
Casie had insisted on bringing it with them when she heard that they were going to be spending Christmas in London; they’d put it up every year, even now Colson had money for real decorations - good ones, too - and Casie hadn’t wanted to leave it in California when they were hundreds of miles away.
She had carefully lifted it out of her suitcase when Rosie had announced they were spending the weekend decorating, and carefully asked Rosie if they could put it up - and because Rosie was possibly the best woman Colson knew, she had not only promised Casie that it would have pride of place, but she was making sure she kept her promise. They were putting it on last of all, making sure nothing went on top of it, and Colson had no idea how to tell Rosie how touched he was by the fact she was taking Casie’s Christmas tradition so seriously.
He’d had some girlfriends who didn’t even want to acknowledge Casie…although ‘girlfriend’ might be too strong a word for what they had been to him. Rosie, though, had greeted his daughter with a warm smile and a terrible joke, and Casie had warmed up to her straight away: terrible jokes and all.
Not that Colson could judge her for that.
“Hey, Rosie, wanna hear a joke?”
Casie groaned, and Colson just grinned.
Rosie was just as bad, smirking at the way Casie was rolling her eyes at them: “If it is what I think it is…nah, it’ll be too corny.”
“Hey, what did that pop out of?”
“I dunno. Maybe it was because I got lost in a cornfield once.” Rosie grinned slyly: “Although I had to admit, I felt pretty a-maze-ing when I found my way out.”
Casie rolled her eyes so hard Colson thought they might roll out of her head: “You guys are literally the worst. You’re both cheesier than the pizza we had for lunch.”
Colson, far from his discouraged by his daughter’s teenage grumbling, saw an opportunity and he took it: “Hey Casie, what’s a popcorn's favourite pizza topping?
“Dad, no…”
“Popperoni!”
Casie actually smacked him, but she was laughing in spite of herself, so Colson was taking that as a win. He took it as even more of a win when she made him pick her up so she could finish wrapping their popcorn string around the top of the tree, before he let her down and they all stepped back to admire their handiwork.
Even for someone who had spent most the afternoon following directions, Colson thought they had done pretty good.
He wrapped one arm around Casie’s shoulders, and the other around Rosie’s shoulders, and pulled them into his side for a hug. All was peaceful for a few seconds, the three of them basking in the good job they had done together…before Colson decided to chat shit.
“Well, ladies, once again: I have created a masterpiece.”
“Yeah, by staying out of the way you made sure you didn’t break anything.” Rosie snarked back immediately, as Casie laughed: “Well done you.”
Colson nodded sagely: “It was a very important task.”
They all laughed, before flopping down on the couch, and Colson reached for the remote so he could find a terrible Christmas film the three of them could bitch about. As far as Colson was concerned, he’d literally had the best day of his whole year - maybe his entire decade. He was surrounded by his two favourite people, Christmas cheer, and a sense of contentment that felt like it was warming him right to the bones. Colson didn’t think he could be happier if he tried.
It was shaping up to be a wonderful Christmas…and Colson was confident that it would only get better from here.
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Love Fall Out Boy? Twenty One Pilots? The Academy Is? Machine Gun Kelly? Check out my fic, it's worth it, I promise! ;]
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Can I request a story where the reader is trying to do coursework (maybe because she came along on tour) and Colson trying to distract her? (I've just finished writing all my end of term essays and I wish I had someone to distract me)
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request thirteen
summary: y/n is trying to work on stuff for school and colson won’t stop trying to distract her
word count: 1,024
warnings: swearing, lil smut
Reader’s P.O.V.
You rub your forehead for what feels like the hundredth time today. You’ve been working on multiple papers for multiple classes all-day in a noisy tour bus because for some reason you agreed to join Colson on a tour while in the midst of exam season. You had somehow convinced all your teachers to let you submit your work online due to a “personal emergency” that involved travelling to the other side of the world. God knows how they let you. You finally decide to pick up your multiple textbooks, laptop and other miscellaneous writing tools, shove them in a bag and take them outside to find a quiet place to get some work done. You walk for a few minutes and find a beautiful park that has benches scattered in random spots. You pick a suitable bench, one that’s clean and is under a tree in case it rains. You place your things in all their necessary places, plug your headphones into your phone and begin to play all your favourite songs that help you concentrate.
Who knows how much time has passed since you began working, hopefully, an hour or so, before you notice another presence opposite you. You look up to see Colson staring at you with his hands placed under his chin and an adorable, yet cheeky, grin plastered on his face.“How did you find me?” You roll your eyes but smile, this man is your weakness. “You will never find out my secrets Y/N,” He teases.“Whatever,” You chuckle. “Go away I need to finish all these papers,” You point to various pieces of work. “Come on,” He groans. “Take a break for a little bit,”“I can’t. You and I both know that will lead to me never finishing this work,” I laugh.“Okay,” He pouts. You furrow your eyebrows at him knowing that he never gives up this easy but let it go, you really need to finish this work.
It had only been a few minutes before Colson started his antics, first one is playing music off his phone out loud and jamming to it. You look up to see him sitting on the bench, feet on the seat, drumming the beat on his knees in a very extreme manner. You try your best to ignore him but you draw the line when he stands up on the table and starts playing air guitar to his own song. He jumps up and down, almost landing on your laptop a few times and knocking your pencils all over the ground. “Colson!” You yell. A few people jogging look over at the two of your and shake their heads in annoyance. “Fuck off!” You whisper yell.“What?” He pouts once again and sits across from you. “I really need to finish this stuff and you’re distracting me. Look you knocked all my stuff on the ground!” You complain and cross your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry,” He says before picking up all of your stuff and putting it back where it was. “Thank you,” You grumble and get back to work.
You expected him to leave when you went off at him, but he didn’t. He sat there in silence, not for long, but the time he did you appreciated greatly. It wasn’t long until he was on the same side of the bench as you, poking your shoulder and saying your name over and over. “Y/N,” Poke. “Y/N,” Poke. “Y/N,” Poke. “Y/N,” Poke. “What!?” You whisper yell, not wanting more unnecessary attention from onlookers. “Pay attention to meeeee,” “Colson, seriously?”“Yes seriously,” He smirks. “Ugh,” You shake your head and focus back onto your current paper. “What are you writing about?” He looks over your shoulder at your computer.“I’m doing a song analysis,” You mumble. “Ooh! What song?” “Glass House,” You whisper under your breath. You didn’t intend for him to know that you were analysing one of his songs for a class, knowing that it would either inflate his ego or upset him. “Huh?”“Glass House,” You say louder. “My song?” He asks in disbelief. You look up at him, mentally preparing yourself for the argument that was surely going to begin. “That’s so cool! You can even ask me about what some of the lyrics mean!”“It’s more about what I interpret but yes, your help would be amazing,” You admit. He smiles and you notice a blush tinting his cheeks but choose not to mention it.
“Y/N,” “What?” Half an hour or so had passed since you told Colson you were analysing his song. He helped you with a few of the lyrics but mostly let you work which you were extremely grateful for, yet you knew it wasn’t going to last much longer. He was getting antsy. “When will you be done? It’s going to be dark soon,” He’s not wrong, the sun was beginning to set. “I’m not sure. I’ll get this paper done and then head back,” You pause. “Maybe.”“I can give you a reason to head back now,” He smirks. “Oh yeah?” You question, dumbfounded. He chuckles and goes back to looking at his phone. You furrow your eyebrows at him but don’t question it. As you begin on a conclusion for an essay, you feel a hand on your thigh, just above your knee. You look over at Colson to see him still scrolling through twitter. You roll your eyes and focus back onto your work. His hand slowly begins to move up your thigh, slowly and he begins to trace circles on the inside of it. “Colson?” You look at him.“Hm?” “What are you doing?”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He smirks. He continues looking at his phone as his hand moves higher up your thigh. He rests it right next to your “private part”, still tracing circles on the inside of your thigh. You slap your textbook closed and look at him. He raises an eyebrow at you. “What?” He grins. “Let’s go back to the bus,” You smirk.
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