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i-think-i-did-it-again · 1 year

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Fuck buddies I

Warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol

Author’s note: Little series I’ve started, haven’t exactly planned out how many parts but let me know what you think of part one!

Your phone vibrates again and it takes all your self-control to not roll over and look at it. You know exactly who’s texting you and you know exactly how those messages will make you feel. The butterflies will start in the pit of your stomach, your heart will begin to beat a bit faster, your breathing will be sharper. Your mind will begin looping multiple scenarios through your head. All of these amazing things that could happen if you play the situation out in exactly the right way but that wouldn’t be real. You wouldn’t be real. You’d just be saying exactly what he wants to hear or at least what you think he wants to hear.

For now, you just want to sleep. You just want to stay curled up in your bed, not thinking about him. If only he didn’t have a mind or plans of his own.

You’re sweating, disorientated and pissed off. The banging on your front door rings through your ears again and you scramble to your feet. You’re trying to find your way to the bedroom door in the dark which causes you to trip over multiple pieces of discarded clothing and pairs of shoes. You swear as you stumble your way into the dark hallway and to your front door. You slam open the front door, ready to rip the inconsiderate dick a new one but all the words trap in your throat as you look up at the equally angry man starting back at you.

“Why the fuck didn’t you answer your phone?” Colson glares at you through bloodshot eyes. You continue to stand there staring at him, which only pisses him off more. “I swear to god Y/N if you don’t answer the fucking question I will spank you right here in the hallway.”

“I-I was asleep I guess,” you fumble out the words nervously. You don’t even believe you and that’s a problem.

He looks like he’s come from somewhere other than his house. He’s wearing black jeans, a black tee with a leather jacket over the top and his infamous black boots. You can smell the alcohol on him and you can tell by the flush in his cheeks that he’s drunk as fuck.

“You can’t hear when your phone goes off? I’ve called you like six fucking times in the last hour!”

You want to calm him but your brain is still too half asleep to even form the idea of what you would say to him. All you can do is step aside, a silent invitation into your apartment. He huffs but pushes passed you anyway, heading straight to your bedroom. You follow timidly behind him, knowing exactly what’s coming.

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” he instructs in that eerily calm voice that makes your insides quiver.

You follow his instructions and lay down on the bed. His eyes are watching you, roaming your body as if he hasn’t seen it almost a hundred times before. His pupils dilate and his body stiffens as you perch yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. He tears his t-shirt off, only taking his eyes off you for a second. He kicks his shoes off and his pants are the next thing to go. He stands at the edge of your bed, wearing nothing but a pair of skin tight boxers.

“Take them off for me,” he demands and you scramble to the edge of the bed to do as he asks.

You pull his boxers down, slow as to savour the moment but not too slow as to piss him off. He watches you the whole time and you can literally feel yourself dripping all over your bedsheets. The control this man has over you is like no other. Once his boxers are removed, he kicks them away too and places his fingers on the centre of your chest, pushes you back gently onto the bed. You hold your breath, waiting for his next move.

Before you can even release the breath he has you flipped onto your stomach and begins spanking your ass cheeks so hard, you cry out in a mixture of pain and shock. He swaps between cheeks as you pant.

“Never fucking ignore me again,” he growls as he continues his assault on your now raw behind. “Answer me!”

“Ok!” you cry out and suddenly his hand stops punishing you.

He grabs your hips and pulls you upwards off the bed so you’re on all fours. You hear him spit and you assume he is lubing himself up. He placed himself at your entrance, giving you a second of warning, before he plows into you. You call out with pleasure this time as wave after wave of it hits you like no other. He pounds you over and over like a man on a mission and all you can do is moan.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you slut?!” he growls as he keeps up his insane rhythm. “Answer me!”

“Yes baby, I fucking love when y-you…pound me like that!” you pant as you feel an orgasm begin to build.

The feeling of Colson inside you is like no other. He hits all the right spots, he angles himself so perfectly that he completely buried himself in you. He wants to feel you crumble, he wants that toe curling, lung exploding ecstasy to hit you without any warning.

You don’t have a split second to think before suddenly your body is uncoiling and your orgasm hits you like a brick wall.

“Fuck Colson!” you scream at the top of your lungs.

You couldn’t care less right now that you live in an apartment building with paper thin walls. All that matters right now is him. He flips you onto your back and grabs both of your legs to hook over his shoulders. He hitting you deeper now, your orgasm still spiralling down as he finds new angles.

“That’s it baby, I want to feel that slutty pussy of yours squeeze me.”

You’re barely conscious of what’s going on around you but love every fucking minute of it. You flex your pussy on his dick and he moans so loudly that your skin erupts in goosebumps. He leans down and kisses you for the first time since he arrived. His kiss is slow and gentle but there is an intensity behind you that makes you quiver.

“I’m not going to last much longer but I want that pussy to cum for me one more time,” he tells you in a strained tone. You can tell he’s trying to be intimidating but he struggling to keep it together.

He picks up his speed again but this time, he reaches a hand down to your pussy and uses his thumb to rub and flick your clit. You moan and thrash as he adds stir after stir of pleasure to your body. Your stomach muscles tighten and your vision blurs as the biggest orgasm of your life drops down on you.

“Holyyyy shittttt!” you scream as your body releases and you squirt all over Colson’s dick.

“Fuck yes baby!” he calls out as he slams into harder and faster.

Before you can even come down from your high, Colson lets out one more strangled moan before slamming into you one last time. You feel his cock erupt inside you, twitching against your walls. He drops your legs and collapses his head onto your shoulder, panting and mumbling curses under his breath.

You lie there for a while, still connected to each other, as your heart rate settles and your breathing slows. Eventually Colson rolls off you and out of you and drags you up the bed to your pillow. You lie your head down onto it, your earlier exhaustion suddenly hitting you again. Colson goes to the bathroom and you hear the toilet flush before he returns.

You try to not focus on exactly what he’s doing because you already know what’s going to happen. The same thing that happens every other time. He’s going to put his clothes back on, he’s going to kiss you on the cheek, thank you for the best sex ever and then he’s going to leave. This leaves you lying in your bed, as your self-esteem plummets and your heart cracks just that little bit more, hoping, wondering, questioning why you can’t be more than just a fuck buddy to him. What is so wrong with you that you could never be someone worth spending the night with.

“That was-“ Colson begins but you cut him off because you know exactly how he’s going to finish that sentence.

“Fucking amazing,” you say flatly.

If he picks up on your tone, he doesn’t say anything or show it on his face. You don’t want to look at him but you know he’s watching you so you have to look up him briefly from beneath your lashes.

“You’re still coming tomorrow night, right?” he asks, an excited tone creeping into his voice.

“I wouldn’t miss your birthday party for the world,” you grimace and that he definitely notices because you see his brow crease for a second before his big smile slips right back into place.

“Damn straight!” he smirks at you.

He leans down and kisses your cheek, same as every other time, only this time he hovers for a second longer than usual before pulling away. You try not to pin too much onto that one moment of hesitation but the clogs begin to turn in your mind.

When you hear the front door close, you curl your body into a ball as tears begin to fill your eyes and a soft sob breaks from your lips. You hug your blanket as your chest begins to ache and your body shakes.

Why does he always have to leave and why the fuck does it hurt so much?

#colson baker #machine gun kelly #mgk #tickets to my downfall #mgk imagine #ttmdf #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk x reader #est19xx #mgkxx #colson baker x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #good mourning #mgk fanfic #mgk smut

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throne-for-queens · 6 months

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So, while I'm scrolling through social media i see that sagaftra asked actors/actresses not to dress up as characters from struck content.

The main reason behind this was to, "use our collective power to send a loud and clear message to our struck employers that we will not promote their content without a fair contract."

However, here's where things get interesting. Megan and colson dressed as The Bride and Gogo Yubari from Kill Bill which was a struck movie.

Now, it's important to note that neither party has supported nor walked with other actors who are striking, even though both of them act as either their main job or side hobby.

Megan also took to her Instagram to post a picture of her dressed as Gogo Yubari and tagged @Sagaftra in her caption.

Seemingly as a clear protest to their rules and guidelines. Which is an odd stance since the union fights for actors like her. Weird stance in my opinion, but what do you guys think?

#machine gun kelly #colson baker #est19xx #megan fox #sag aftra #sag strike

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machinegunkellymexico · 8 days

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▫️ MGK in the studio/ en el estudio.

📸 Getty Images.

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 1 year

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#rare (ish) pics of col #machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #est #est19xx #everyone stand together #okay one isn't rare at all but come ON #i had to

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kissgunkelly · 2 years

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PETE DAVIDSON RANDOM icons

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domlovescolson · 2 years

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Machine Gun Kelly for the new UNDN LAQR's nail polish collection "PARALLEL DIMENSION" //2

📸: @samdameshek

#machine gun kelly #mgk #whiskey the cat #undn laqr #colson baker #est19xx #est4life #everyone stand together #mgk updates #updates

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the-good-bad-truth · 1 year

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As we all may have already heard:Megan Fox and Machine Gun Kelly have broken up. Megan announced this by deleting all photos of Mgk(besides the events that she only got to go to because of him) and then going from following no one to following Harry styles, Timothee Chalamet(for unknown reasons) and Eminem for Obvious reasons.(only did to be petty). Then there is the post with Beyonce lemonade lyric and the poster of human trafficking. This all ended her with her deactivating her account. Anyways I’m going to try to keep this short and clear up some rumors or misinformation people are constantly spewing to defend her.

Rumor #1 : The engagement ring being hard to take off that shows he’s controlling and possessive

Fact: A quick search to the designer of the ring insta or website: Stephenwebsterjewelry, you will find these pictures and the designer himself describing the ring as “The two perfectly matched pear shaped gems are connected by a magnet buried in the setting connecting the D colour antique-cut Diamond and the untreated Colombian Emerald”

So as you can see the ring is not made of thorns(sarcastic joke mgk made), but it is only magnetic and if it did hurt her to take it off it wasn’t the right finger measurements.

Rumor #2: The reason for her wearing the pink cast and having a concussion is because MGK physically abused her.

Fact: Since January 8th 2023 to about a week ago, Megan Denise Fox was in Bulgaria, filming a movie called subservience. She most likely had a fight/action scene since she will be playing and AI Robot maid who ends up reaping havoc on a father and family and hurt her wrist and got a concussion from there. She even posted a picture where she is laying in a hotel room, where at the time, Mgk was in LA and she had not come back for the grammy’s

Rumor#3: He threatened to unalive himself by putting a shotgun in his mouth because she was going to leave him/or not there for him

Fact: This was discussed in the documentary, now I don’t have the clip, but let me give you all some context, 1. He is a person who has suffers with substance and mental issues(depression,Paranoia, Anxitety). 2. His father(who he had a tough,rocky relationship only to have made up w/2 years or so b4) had recently just passed away from cancer and probably had a hard time processing his death especially since he had not reconnected w/ his mom. 3. Megan who was constantly saying or being portrayed as his healer and offering him support was away filming. 4. It was during quarantine so everybody in the world was struggling in some way.

Idk If this is just me but although yes it was traumatic for Megan being on the phone in this situation, I think with this context, we can see that he might have not been in the right mind especially to be playing an emotional abusive bf to her. Another thing I want to add that in his song Sid and Nancy(written after this incident) is based off a text MEGAN sent to him saying “if we can’t be together then we should go out murder/suicide). Does that seem like a girlfriend who wants you to heal? I don’t think so.

Write it in blood and we both sign Sid and Nancy, a murder suicide These are her words and mine Sid and Nancy, a murder suicide

Rumor #4: Mgk cheated on Megan with the female guitarist, Sophie lloyd

Fact: Sophie has a boyfriend and there is no reason or evidence that they were involved especially since Megan was on most of the tour anyway. He might have cheated with other girls but as far as we know he didn’t or there is no evidence but megan insinuating.

To end this off, DO NOT send hate to Sophie, any of the band or MGK because this was a toxic relationship on BOTH ends and now that it is over there is nothing we can or will do but move on.

#Megan fox #Megan #Fox #jennifer's body #Mgk #Machine gun kelly #Celebs #hollywood #PR #Toxic #est19xx

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taytayize123 · 3 months

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I'm in too deep

I feel too much

I'm insecure

I fuck things up.. 😈🩷🖤

#me #pink plump lips 💋💋#feeling cute 🙈#confident babe😋👌🏻#love me or hate me you’re still gonna want me 😈#mgk #est19xx #then tge vibe hits too good to leave 😍#baddie 😛#I may look adorable but I will fuck you up

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beandiggory86 · 5 days

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HAPPY 34TH BIRTHDAY MGK!!! 🖤🩷

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 !! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲!! 🩷☺️

#machine gun kelly #colson baker #mgk #est19xx

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ladykxxx08 · 2 years

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Post found on Facebook. If anyone on here had any information, please contact the number on the image. (+358) 466 465 958

#machine gun kelly #est4life #est19xx #signal boost #signal boosts #attention #mgk #missing persons #please help #if anyone knows anything please contact the number in the image #boost #please boost

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thebreakup · 2 years

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Requested by @triplexdoublex "I was thinking like a friends to lovers type thing where Colson and reader are best friends and they’re at like a carnival or arcade and colson wins a candy necklace choker from the candy claw machine and gives it to reader and she puts it on and later they go back to one of their houses and our watching a movie and she’s like snacking on the necklace stretching it from her neck to nibble on it , and innocently Colson’s like hey save some for me and goes to eat some and his lips graze her neck and she accidentally lets out a moan and it ends up leading to smut"

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Colson pulled his car up into the gravel car park of the carnival, in the distance a brightly lit Ferris Wheel was visible illuminating the dark October sky. Quickly he jumped out of the car and opened your door for you. "M'lady." He said with a joking bow of his head as he took your hand. "Goofball." You replied with a mock look of disappointment on your face which was quickly wiped away as your date for the night dragged you to the entrance of the fair like an excited kid. The scent of burnt sugar from whatever sickly treats were being cooked filled the air taking you back to your past couple birthdays. You were an October baby after all, your last couple birthdays spent in similar ways, you could tell today was going to be extra special though. Thanks to your reminiscing you didn't notice Colson had handed in your tickets and was tying an entry band around your wrist with haste as he rambled on. "We gotta try win something tonight, I'm a master at those ring toss games! Oo- remind me to take a candy apple back to Rook too!" You giggled up at him and leaned up on your tippy toes and pecked him on the cheek, enjoying the distinct scent of his cologne and a hint of weed still managing to power through. "I will, can't be having you two fighting again, now let's go before it gets too busy!" You slapped him on the back as you raced towards the Ferris Wheel. "Last one there is paying for the sweets!

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Now at a claw machine you were both taking turns attempting to win something, you were spending more money than what the prize was worth for sure but it was the journey not the destination in this instant. "Got it!!" Colson exclaimed with triumph, as if he just won the Olympics. "Take that!!" It was a background noise as you felt your heart swell when you saw a candy choker fall into the collection bay of the contraption. Colson immediately swiping it and pulling you into a hug. "Wouldn't this look just beautiful on Rook?" You laughed as you looked up at him. "Gonna do the honours of putting it on me?" You watched him through your eyelashes as you turned around and moved your hair out the way. You felt him press up against you from behind and clip the sweet treat to your neck being careful to not get it in your hair. "Why thank you." You said teasingly as Colson was red in the face and changed the subject quickly. "Let's g-go grab those candy apples before they run out and get back to my place!- It's getting late, the creepy crawlies might come out." He added confidently at the end once again grabbing your hand and dragging you to another stall.

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Now both of you were cuddled up on Colson's couch watching a plethora of spooky Halloween movies, even though it was 2 weeks until the holiday the mood felt right. Bloody Birthday, Freaky, Coraline and Child's Play were playing one by one on a Dvd Player, Colson exclaiming it was better the old school way. You didn't mind though, perfectly content spooning with him while you suckled on your candy choker he had won for you earlier in the evening. "Save some for me huh?" Colson chuckled as he licked the ball of candy that was half hanging out of your mouth. The action took you so off guard you shuddered and let out a squeak as his warm tongue dragged over your sticky syrup coated lips. "Mm. Cherry.." He mumbled to himself as he looked up at you with a smirk. Obviously a murder attempt on his part, those eyes cutting through you like a hot knife through butter as tension in the room rose. The screams of Chucky's last victim blurred out. Colson suddenly seemed very interested though as he quickly turned his attention back to the screen. You blushed furiously as you let the candy slip from your mouth it's stickiness resting itself on your clavicle. Determined now to get your own back you pushed back into Colson as he was the big spoon quickly managing to nestle your cheeks up against his crotch unsubtly. He still seemed determined to ruffle your feathers though as you took an even more drastic measure as you stood up and threw your striped tube top off revealing your lacy bralette. That certainly got his attention as he let his eyes drag up your body as he sat up in front of you. "Wow, you're really this desperate huh? Well since you started this you better finish this angelface." He chided you as he made quick work of getting his pants and vest off. "What are you waiting for?."

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Notes: I didn't know how to continue the smut so if it comes to me in the future I'll edit it and add it onto the end! Also a reminder I'm British so some of these words might be unfamiliar to American readers, I tried to use the American words for alot of this but some of them just really don't sound right to me so some of them may be different! <3 And I don't really have a taglist and typically tag people I know are part of the fandom and that I read their work so if you want to remove yourself from this you can just message me and be removed!

@triplexdoublex @cosmicbash @hollywoodxwhore @draculakells @blxxdyvalentine19xx @i-think-i-did-it-again @jaxbreaker

#mgk #colson x reader #colson baker #jp cappelletty #estxx #rookxx #rook cappelletty #machine gun kelly #halloween #fanfic #est19xx #est4life

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 8 months

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The Tour I

“Stop looking at me like that all the damn time,” you growl. Even his stare now is making your insides tighten.

“Like what?” he quirks his eyebrow in confusion, swirling his thick metal ring around his index finger absentmindedly.

“Like I’m the most important person in the room,” you whisper.

“But you are.”

“I knew I should’ve never agreed to do this.”

You drag yourself off the couch and head for the door but his hand wrapped around your wrist stops you.

“Let you pay me…I feel so dirty,” you sigh and look anywhere but at his crystal blue orbs.

“What the fuck do you mean pay you?!”

Oh fuck…

3 months, 2 week and 1 day earlier

Kells was on a downward spiral and everyone could see it but no one knew what to do. No one knew why though. Any time someone attempted to talk to him, to try and help him, he’d bite their head off and say he was fine. You hadn’t tried to talk to him, though. You knew him well enough to know that trying to talk to him was pointless and you didn’t particularly feel like being yelled at by him. Everyone else was finally starting to get the hint and everyone was avoiding him like the black plague. It was going to be pretty hard for everyone to pretend he didn’t exist when their American tour began in 2 weeks. 3 months, a tour bus and a bunch of hotels meant being in each other’s pockets on a daily basis.

You were thankfully not going because as just a friend in the group, with no part in the band, tour or managerial capacity, you don’t have to go. Sure you miss your friends when they’re all away on tour but you and Colson have an unspoken agreement that while he’s away on tour, you have free reins on his massive house in the Hollywood Hills. Sort of like a house sitter without the pay and you don’t have to spend the night every night if you don’t want to. You usually do though.

Colson always ensures the fridge and pantry are stocked with your favourite snacks and sodas. His big ass flatscreen is connected to all the streaming services and well as the latest gaming consoles. Not to mention the very large heated pool in his backyard that overlooks the city. The guest room, just down the hallway from the master, is about the same size as your apartment. A large king size bed sits in the middle of the room, a small sofa in front of the tv mounted on the wall opposite, a large window bench seat that overlooks the small garden below and a walk-in wardrobe that puts your pocky closet to shame.

Colon ensures your favourite candles are scattered around the room to make you feel more at home. He always teases you about your candle obsession but that doesn’t stop him from feeding into it. You secretly think he loves them too but is too macho to admit it. You always catch him inhaling deeply whenever he steps into your apartment.

Being at Colson’s house is the reset from your life that you need sometimes, you hadn’t realised how much you relied on it until the thought of it not happening becomes a big possibility.

Ashleigh had been nervous about going on tour for months now, ever since Colson’s antics became more extreme, bit by bit. You weren’t overly surprised by her desperate phone call a few weeks before the tour, inviting you over to her house for a chat. She confided in you a lot more than anyone else because she knew anything she said to you would stay between the two of you.

At the beginning, the spiral was pretty on par with Colson’s usual antics. Drinking, way too much weed, partying. After a few weeks though, the group began to get worried. He kept upping the ante. Drinking to the point of a buzz became drinking until he blacked out. Weed turned into trying to buy pills at 3am in downtown Hollywood and getting arrested because the ‘dealer’ was an undercover cop. Luckily the record labels lawyers were able to talk the cops down to a fine. The partying remained pretty much the same, the parties just went for days and days.

Everyone was concerned but it didn’t turn into full blown panic until Colson cancelled plans with Cassie. She was due to come during the summer for a month before the next tour began and Colson just…called it off. Cassie was devastated. You still remember the pain in her voice when she called you in tears to tell you. It was heartbreaking. You got straight in your car to go and see Colson and tear him a new one but he was too hammered to even understand what you were saying. He never blows off his daughter. The one time he truly opened up to you, he told you how guilty he feels about how much of her childhood he’s missing out on. That was the first time you felt that pang of overwhelming fear that something was desperately wrong.

You walk straight through Ashleigh’s front door, dying to get out of the California heat. You hear the sound of muffled voices coming from her kitchen. A deep male voice is the most prominent, mostly because he sounds pissed. You don’t recall Ashleigh mentioning having a meeting today so you assume it’s ok for you to interrupt whatever the discussion that’s happening. When you step into the kitchen, everyone stops talking and there’s 4 pairs of eyes on you. Ashleigh looks sympathetic and borderline mortified but the 2 men and woman look less than pleased.

“Hey, Y/N, thanks for coming on such short notice,” Ashleigh says, giving you a small smile.

When you take in the appearance of her guests, you suddenly feel very underdressed in your short linen sundress. Ashleigh looks nervous when she invites you to sit before turning her attention back to the very red looking man in the crisp, definitely expensive suit. His eyes scrutinise you with a terrifying gaze, so intimidating you have to look away after a few seconds.

“Sorry to interrupt, I didn’t know you were in a…meeting?” it unintentionally comes out as a question because the stare of the man is still on you and it makes you unsure.

“You’re late,” the man grumbles and his voice is as commanding as you’d imagined. “Look, I don’t have a lot of time to beat around the bush so let's cut to the chase.”

“Francis,” the woman says with a warning tone and she frowns softly when he finally looks at her. “None of this is her fault, let's remember that shall we?” she gives you an apologetic smile that immediately puts you at ease and suddenly you’re not as intimidated.

“Fine,” Francis grumbles and you can see him make a strained effort to relax the vein pulsing in his neck. “Colson’s actions lately are making us and frankly our lawyers very nervous. As I’m sure you can understand, normally we’d drop him for not meeting his contractual obligations but with a tour starting in less than 2 weeks that just isn’t a viable option. Many people have spent too much time and money making this happen and we’re not wasting all of that by cancelling.”

“And you wouldn’t want to disappoint the fans, right?” you interject knowing full well that the thought didn’t even cross their money hungry minds.

“Yes, of course,” he gripes at you and Ashleigh begs you to keep your mouth shut with her eyes. “That’s where you come in,” he points a pudgy finger at you and you grimace internally. “We need you to join them on tour and make sure everything runs smoothly.”

You look at Ashleigh with your jaw on the floor and for the first time since you got there, Ashleigh avoids you. Why would they need you to go on tour to keep Colson in line when that’s Ashleigh’s job? Did she get fired? No way would you replace one of your closest friends just to satisfy some lawyers and record execs. Before you can open your mouth to decline, the woman speaks again.

“We understand that this is a lot to take in and obviously you will need time to think about it-”

“We will need your answer within 48 hours, we have a tour to plan after all Kathy,” Francis interjects and Kathy’s jaw flexes with irritation. You get the feeling Francis interrupts a lot.

“And we will of course pay you for your time, pay for any and all expenses associated with your hotels, food and flights. Once we have your answer we can work out all the finer details but we will give you time to talk it over with Ashleigh and your current employer.”

You blanch internally. As of 3 days ago, you’re actually unemployed after your company decided to make some ‘necessary cutbacks’, translation: layoffs. You hadn’t told any of your friends because even though they never make you feel any less, you know you have a hell of a lot less money than them and this will only make money tighter for you.

You never want to feel like a charity case with them so you always make sure to pay your own way, never take advantage. Even when you stay at Colson’s house when he’s on tour, you ensure you keep the house clean, collect his mail, water the few plants he has and keep the pool clean. Last time he was gone, you even reorganised his pantry for him. He spent months calling you to ask where certain things were even though everything was labelled.

The suits didn’t stick around for too much longer after their proposal. Ashleigh walks them out and you hear Francis insist that they have an answer within 48 hours, again. You’re tempted to get up and rip into him about how to speak to people but you decide against it when you hear Ashleigh’s reassurances. You know in a way that Ashleigh deals with Colson’s record label more than he does and you don’t want to make the relationship more strained for her. When she comes back to the dining room, you want to stand and envelop her in a hug. Her face just looks defeated. Has she looked that way for long? You feel guilty that you hadn’t noticed that everything going on with Colson has taken a toll on his oldest friend in the world.

“When was the last time you got a full night’s sleep?” you ask her, concern lacing your tone. You don’t want to tell her but she looks awful.

“Depends, what month is it?” she tried to make a joke but her face was too exhausted to muster a smile.

“Ash…what the fuck is going on?”

“They…they don’t think I can handle him on my own anymore and to be honest, I don’t think they’re wrong. Between trying to keep him from an early grave, keep his bad publicity out of the media and keep the upcoming tour on track and organised, I’m drowning. I had to send Ashton to stay with my mom so I could work around the clock. The record label wanted some PR lady to take over and I just-I couldn’t let them do that. Not only would Colson flip at the idea of a ‘babysitter’, he would just rebel even harder against whoever they sent and that would make everyone’s lives miserable. They demanded I come up with a solution and I just panicked. I blurted out your name and the plan just formed as I spoke. I’m so sorry to drag you into this but I just thought if it was you, Colson would go easier on you and I’m just…I’m exhausted.”

You convinced Ashleigh to go and lie down for a little bit, to try and catch up on some much needed sleep. You take her phone off her to ensure she’s not disturbed by anyone. You assure her, multiple times, that you’re not upset that she talked the record label into asking for your help. You know she was just trying to protect Colson from a stranger who wouldn’t understand him or what he needs.

Still, the thought of going on tour makes your stomach twist into knots and a burning sensation begins in your throat. You can honestly say you’ve never had any desire to go on tour with your friends and it has absolutely nothing to do with you using Kells’ house while he’s gone, although that is a huge perk. The thought of going to all those different cities, different time zones, living out of a suitcase, eating nothing but greasy food and living off potato chips and coffee doesn’t appeal to you in any way. Of course, they always come back with wild stories from their time on the road but they also always look completely exhausted and a little irritated with each other. It’s the one time you get to hang out with each of them one on one because none of them like to see each other for at least a week after the tour is over.

The more you thought about it, the more you’d talked yourself out of going. That was until you spent an hour with Ashleigh’s cell. The thing did not shut up. Text messages, emails, phone calls, media updates. The thing was a notification love bomb. There were things about the tour, messages from Francis pressuring her about Colson’s latest behaviours. Rook had to drag him out of his car last night to stop him from driving while half-baked, half drunk and half belligerent about needing a burger at 3am. You can tell by the messages from Francis that Colson is on his last strike when it comes to the law. The last thing that he can afford is to be arrested again. No lawyer would be able to save him from his second arrest in a month.

You know you came into this group because of your friendship with Rook but everyone feels so important to you now that you feel like it’s your duty to help them in any way possible. Everyone has been trying their best to keep Colson in line and everyone up until this point has been struggling. That kind of made you wonder why Ashleigh thought how you getting involved could end any differently than anyone else so far. You make a mental note to ask her that question while you’re making some dinner for her to eat once she wakes up.

You place the spaghetti in a bowl on her bench and cover it in plastic wrap. You leave a post-it note on top of the food with a love heart and tidy your mess up. Once the dishes are done, you put her phone on Do Not Disturb with an hour timer and sneak it onto her bedside table before leaving. You drive in silence, not bothering to connect your phone to your ancient Bluetooth system, because you need your mind to be completely clear. You run through a list of pros and cons in your mind.

Pros: you’d get to spend time with all your favourite people, you’d get to see new cities, you’d actually be a part of a fun tour story instead of just hearing about it after the fact, you’d get to see Colson live in concert every night and see a whole new side to him, you’d make some money out of it.

Cons: tour hasn’t even started and you’re already exhausted by the thought of it, you don’t want to live out of a suitcase, you’d miss your own bed, you need to find a new job which you can’t do on the road, you have bills to pay, you have no one to look after your apartment or collect your mail, you don’t know if you’ll be able to handle spending so much time around Colson.

That last con has you almost calling Ashleigh to decline on the spot. When you first started hanging with Rook’s best friend you developed a crush, bad. Spending time with him was hard because there were all these things you wanted to do or say but you just had to bite your tongue and sit on your hands. Eventually, after pushing your feelings down hard enough, they began to lessen but it took a lot of effort on your part. Watching Colson parade a different woman around every weekend helped but still, it was hard. You’ve made it a point not to spend a lot of one on one time with him in order to keep your feelings in check but going on this tour for the sole purpose of keeping him out of trouble means spending a lot of time with him.

You think you’ve come to the inevitable conclusion you were pretty sure was always going to be your answer, no, but then Ashleigh’s exhausted face crosses your mind. Your shoulders slump and you take a deep inhale. Pulling your car to a stop out the front of your apartment, you pull your phone out and dial Ashleigh’s number.

“Hey!” she answers on the third ring, sounding much chipper after her nap. “Thank you so much for the spaghetti, it was delicious!”

“Hey, you’re welcome. I wanted to give you my answer so you don’t have to spend the next 48 hours stressing.”

“Oh, please don’t rush on my account. Take your time. Francis gave you 48 hours for a reason, it’s a big decision,” she sounds absolutely terrified.

“I’ll do it.”

“Oh my god! Thank you so much Y/N! I owe you big time. I’ll call Francis straight away so they can organise your contract and pay,” she sounds almost giddy and her enthusiasm begins to rub off onto you.

“I’m just glad I can help alleviate some of your stress. I am worried about how I’m going to tell Kells that I’m coming as his official ‘handler’,” you chuckle but Ashleigh doesn’t laugh along with you.

“I’ll let Kells know you’re coming,” her tone is clipped like she’s annoyed you’d want to let him know yourself but then her voice relaxes a little. “I’m so excited you’re coming hun.”

“Me too,” you agree with a smile.

You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone, suddenly feeling very unsure about your decision. Maybe you were acting a bit rash but you just can’t stand to see your friends struggling like Ashleigh was. You’re not 100% sure how you’re going to make her life any easier because you haven’t exactly been dealing with Colson like everyone else but you’ll have to just wing it and hope it works out.

Well…here goes nothing.

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