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The ghouls music taste - HC
I think Ozzy Osbourne, Kiss, Lana Del Rey and David Bowie is pack favorites, like that’s what they’re gonna play on full volume in the car
Rain
Rain is definitely an alternative rock girlie, he loves Muse and you can’t change my mind on that. His favorite Muse song is definitely micro cuts or spiral static. He just loves all their guitar sounding vocals, those old emo vibes songs and basically everything about them. His favorite album is probably Origin of symmetry and Showbiz. And he likes MCR and Suizid, cus like, he’s emo
Dew
He’s a Mike’s dead fan by heart, he knows every single word of every single song, like hell blast Bite down on full volume and scream the lyrics, it just makes him feel better. And he’s Aether’s Rob zombie friend (every Alice cooper fan needs a rob zombie fan and the other way around) And he’s a sabaton fan cus he’s a little nerdy about history.
Swiss
Swiss’s motto is: “the older, the better” and: “anything after 1999 sucks” He likes the old country rock like, Eagles. He also likes Santana, like c’mon, Santana is a guitar genius. There’s always some chill music coming from his room. Oh, and he listens to Paleface Swiss unironically (even though they are a new band)
Mountain
He’s a bit like Swiss but he’s not against new music (most of the time) but the song James Dean by Eagles always hits hard. He listens to the strokes and thin lizzy in the green house, but if he’s not with his plants he likes to listen to techno metal, or any type if metal, really, his favorite song is Undead by Hypnosaur.
Aether
Dad music. Alice Cooper, Iron Maiden, and his alltime favorite Meatloaf. He vibes with almost everything tho, hell vibe with Rains high pitched emo screaming, Dews angsty rap/rock but especially Rob zombie, Swiss’s old country rock, Mountains techno metal and chill oldies, and on like so. He doesn’t listen to music that much but if the others are playing music he won’t ask them to turn it down, he’ll vibe with them
Phantom
Phantom’s favorite song will always be Bat out of hell by Meatloaf. He also likes Muse, but not like Rain, he likes their new stuff better like Simulation theory and the 2:nd law, he’s emo but not that emo. He definitely likes Nickleback, Yungblud, Bring me the horizon and Bad religion. His favorite songs are Anesthesia by Bad religion and Fire escape by Call me karizma. He has a kinda love/hate relationship with Map of the problematique by Muse because he listened to it religiously when he was summoned and now he can’t help but cry when he hears it.
Cumulus
Elton John, Dire states and Greta van fleet. She loves crocodile rock by Elton John and it always makes her laugh when she watches him perform it on The muppet show. But like Aether she’ll vibe with pretty much anything
Cirrus
Cirrus likes the vibe of kinda dark doom metal/rock. She loves bands like The ocean and Soen and their song Hollowed. She’s a sabaton fan because they are super cool too and she’ll occasionally enjoy some good old Rammstein or The cure
Aurora
She likes a lot of different music, and if you put her playlist on shuffle, someone will end up with a whiplash injury. She’s a Louis Tomlinson fan, her favorite song is Angels fly and she loves five finger death punch. She’s Phantom’s Machine Gun Kelly friend (every Yungblud fan needs to have a MGK friend) chances are high that you’ll find her with Phantom jaming out to bodybag or acting like that by MGK and Yungblud
Copia
He is definitely a måneskin fan and his rats are named after them. I think he likes old bands like whitesnake and Lynyrd Skynyrd but his altime favorite song will forever be Brother Louie by Modern talking
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Mine | Chapter One
Colson x Original Female Character
A new series for y'all because this man has me on my kneeeeees. No idea how many parts it's going to be.
Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?
Chapter One Warnings/Content: swearing, a little bit of smut, col being a cocky fucker
Hope y'all enjoy! I've had so much fun writing this.
Presley
I have a confession to make.
I was a Machine Gun Kelly hater back in the day.
It’s true. I believed everything the media said, and why would I have challenged it? From what I knew, his music sucked. He was a total asshole. He was a womanizer. He was a poser who switched genres.
Looking back, I’m ashamed of myself for being a follower. I wasted a lot of time judging someone I didn’t know.
I would probably still be a hater if it wasn’t for my twin brother, Cash.
Cash and I were raised by music-loving parents (if you couldn’t tell by our names). We grew up playing instruments and going to shows. Cash and I got our first tattoos on our 16th birthday, and by the time we were 19, I already had a full sleeve and Cash had a neck tat. We’ve continued to collect ink ever since, and now that we’re 23, we’re both pretty covered.
We have an impressive collection of piercings, too. We both have our nostrils pierced, though he wears two rings and I wear a stud because of my septum piercing. Cash’s lip is pierced and both of our ears are full of piercings. I have my belly button and nipples. It’s been fun growing up with such accepting parents.
We’ve both spent lots of time pursuing art in some way or another. I play guitar and sing in a few local bands, but it’s nothing serious. I prefer body art, and that’s why I’m a piercer. I pierce at a tattoo shop in the city and make bank. People in this hipster city love their piercings.
Cash and I are best friends. We run in the same friend group and spend a lot of time together. We had our rows as kids, but we’ve always gotten along and been super close. So when he got the opportunity of a lifetime, I was hugely supportive, even though it broke me knowing I wouldn’t be able to see him every day anymore.
About six months ago, someone reached out to Cash through his Instagram. He has tons of followers and he’s a super talented guitarist. The guy who messaged Cash happened to be none other than Machine Gun Kelly himself. He wanted Cash to be a part of their band and tour with them.
We were sure it was a hoax, even though it was his official account messaging Cash. We thought it was too good to be true until Colson — MGK’s real name, by the way — passed Cash’s number to his management, and the very next day, Cash had a Zoom meeting set up to meet with Colson and management.
Cash was so serious about it that he wouldn’t let me sit in on the meeting, no matter how silent I promised to be and no matter how many times I assured him that I wouldn’t be on camera. I had to settle for listening through the door. I couldn’t hear much, but I knew it was a positive meeting.
13 days later, Cash packed his stuff and flew to LA to meet up with the band. The band itself is called Machine Gun Kelly, even though the lead singer/rapper goes by that name. It doesn’t make much sense to me, but whatever.
As soon as Cash was gone and I found myself lonely as hell, I decided to check out MGK’s music. The longer I sat and listened, the more pissed off I became with myself for having deprived myself of such good music for so long. I started with Tickets to My Downfall and then got hooked on Hotel Diablo. I ventured to Bloom, Lace Up, General Admission, and then onto songs you could only find on YouTube.
Bottom line: I was obsessed.
Well, let’s not get dramatic. I fell in love with the music and developed a crush on the very man I’d hated just a month before. And I felt like an asshole for it. I still do.
I miss Cash a ton. But his life is amazing now. He’s traveling with a hugely famous band, gaining followers every single show, and better yet, he gets along with the guys great. There’s Colson, of course, and then Rook, the drummer. Baze plays the bass and Slim does a lot of keyboard and sound stuff. Justin plays guitar alongside Cash, and Colson plays, too. They party a ton, but they also go out to eat, take trips together, and hang out constantly. I’ve never heard Cash so happy when we talk on the phone.
I’ve had a shitty day. Clients were dicks, especially the guy who wanted a Prince Albert and got a little excited during the piercing process. If that wasn’t bad enough, he hit on me before one of my tattoo artists came in and dragged him out of the shop. The encounter left me feeling shaky, and by the time I get into my apartment, my hands are a trembling mess.
I sigh and toss my keys into their designated bowl, then kick off my Doc Martens, trudging to the kitchen. I grab a Mountain Dew from the fridge and find my weed pen on the counter, taking a long pull until I cough out a huge puff. I’ll feel better very soon.
After changing into comfortable clothes and washing off my makeup, my black hair tossed into a bun, I curl up on the couch with a stupid scary movie. Almost immediately, my phone lights up with a FaceTime from Cash.
I answer the call and there’s his grinning face. I don’t think we look much alike. I have my mom’s raven hair and he has our dad’s blonde curls that he wears long on top and short on the sides and in back. My jade green eyes are the opposite of his chocolaty brown ones, so dark they’re almost black. We do have the same dimples, though.
“Hey, Cash,” I greet.
“Pres!” He says happily, and I can’t help but smile. “You good, sis?”
I shrug, smiling weakly. “Rough day at work.”
Normally he’d ask, but he’s clearly not calling to chat. He has news. I can see the excitement all over his face. “Fuck that,” he says. “Can you take some time off?”
My brow arches. “For what?”
“I want you to come visit!” He says. “Ride on the tour bus with us. Come to a few shows. I miss you and everyone wants to meet you.”
My stomach flips. “Wait, seriously?” I ask warily. “The band and management are okay with this?”
“Kells suggested it!” Cash replies, eyes wide with joy. Kells — MGK, Colson. A man of many names, apparently.
I’m still skeptical. “I don’t want to impose,” I say. I’m not fun enough to hang with them. It may appear that way based on my career and the fact that I play live music, but I’m boring. All I want to do is smoke weed and maybe go out to eat. I don’t really like to drink and big crowds make me anxious.
“You wouldn’t, I swear,” Cash continues, still trying to convince me.
“Cash…” I bite down on my lip. “I don’t know.”
Cash turns his head and talks to someone but I miss what he says. My brow furrows, and then the phone is being passed. I swear to god I stop breathing when my brother’s face disappears and Colson’s takes its place.
God. This man has no business being as hot as he is. His bone structure is unreal. In another life, he could be a successful model. He’s got the height and the body for it. Covered in tattoos and piercings, he matches my vibe. His hair is bleach blonde and messy, currently, so long it almost covers his eyes until he flicks it away and pushes it back, rings glinting on his long fingers. Christ.
“Hey, Presley,” he greets like we’re old friends.”
“Um, hi,” I say after a moment. How could Cash just throw me onto FaceTime with Colson fucking Baker?! Cash doesn’t know about my crush, but still, he’s a big celebrity. I needed more time to prepare.
“What Cash isn’t saying is that it’s non-negotiable. You’re coming,” he says casually. “We’re going to be in Detroit next Saturday and you can just join us then.”
“My job—”
“Cash already told me it’s easy for you to take time off,” Colson interrupts. Dammit, Cash.
“Well, tell Cash that not all of us are famous rockstars like he is and that some of us still have rent to pay,” I say, loud enough for Cash to hear.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Colson says. “Cash already paid for your next three months’ rent.”
I blink. “Cash David Carver,” I say, tone clipped. “What the hell?”
Cash’s face pops in as he throws an arm around Colson’s shoulders with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Gotta take care of my little sister,” he explains.
“You’re 12 minutes older than me,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Still,” Cash says annoyingly. “Come on, Pres, come see me.”
I sigh. I don’t have to worry about rent for three months. Cash was right, it’s easy to take time off. It means the other piercer gets way more hours and makes more money. I’ve been there for long enough that I can do pretty much whatever I want. I chew on my lip.
“Fine,” I say, and Cash cheers. Colson smiles, and fuck, what an adorable smile. Crinkly eyes and all.
“We’ll see you next Saturday,” Cash says. “Maybe get a friend to drive you. We’ll get you both backstage passes and tickets for the show.”
Holy hell.
“Okay,” I say, head still spinning. I can’t even believe this is real.
“Alright, we gotta go. Love you, Pres,” Cash says.
“Looking forward to meeting you,” Colson says.
“Yeah, me too,” I say. “Love you, too, Cashy. See you soon.”
The FaceTime ends and I’m left sitting on my couch, knowing that in less than two weeks, I’ll be riding on Machine Gun Kelly’s tour bus. I’ll be at shows. It occurs to me that my wardrobe is not good for the paparazzi pictures in which I very well may appear.
I need to go shopping.
I need to mentally prepare.
Somehow.
Colson
“Daddy!” Her voice is almost a shriek and I smirk around the gum in my mouth as I go harder, bringing a hand down onto her ass as I do. God, she sounds like a fucking pornstar, the way she’s moaning and crying over my dick. I’m sure some of it is for show, but the way she’s clenching ain’t fake.
“Fuck,” I mutter lowly, grabbing her hips for leverage as I fuck her harder, feeling myself start to get close.
“Oh fuck, Kells!” Her back arches and her pussy seizes me as she comes, ass pressing back. Feeling her lose it gets me, too, and with a curse, I come, too.
Once I catch my breath, I pull out and get rid of the condom. Panting, she pulls her panties back up and shoves her skirt down. She tries to fix her hair, but it’s a damn mess, and there’s mascara smeared on her cheek and her lipstick is pretty much everywhere but her lips. It’s definitely on my dick, that I know for sure.
I button my jeans and smirk at her, reaching a hand out to help her up. She smiles shyly and I lead the way out of my bunk and into the main space of the tour bus.
“We gotta take off soon,” I explain, bending to kiss her cheek. “It’s been fun, Sabrina.”
Her blonde brows furrow. “Savannah,” she says flatly.
“Shit. Sorry,” I say, giving her my brightest smile. It works. She smiles, too, batting her eyelashes.
“Goodnight, Kells,” she says, fluttering her fingers in a wave as she steps off the bus.
“Goddamn, aren’t you tired?” I turn around to see Cash and Rook on the couch, grinning proudly. Cash’s question has me considering.
“Yeah. I am,” I admit, reaching into the mini fridge for a bottle of water. I plop into one of the cushy chairs and prop my feet on the table. “That’s life, though, boys.”
Rook snorts and Cash smirks as he takes a sip of his beer. I love the kid. I’m glad he’s on tour with us. He’s fucking sick on the guitar and he gets along great with all of us. He’s always down for a good time and he’s a great wingman. I think it’s those damn dimples and the curly blonde hair.
My mind flashes to Cash’s twin sister, Presley. From what I’ve seen in pictures, she looks nothing like Cash. Her hair is black and her eyes are a piercing green. She’s tatted and pierced like him, and though she’s not as tall as he is at 6’2”, she still has legs that go on for miles. She’s hot as fuck, and I’m excited she’s going to be joining the tour for a bit.
As if Cash is reading my mind, he brings her up. “I can’t wait for Pres to join us. She’s my best fucking friend, man.”
“I can’t imagine having a sister,” I say. “Especially a twin.”
“Is that telepathy shit legit?” Rook asks between puffs off a joint.
Cash plucks the joint from his fingers and takes a long drag before passing it to me. The smoke is sweet as it fills my lungs, and I follow up the first hit with another until my head tingles.
“Yeah,” he admits, nodding. “I got in a car crash when we were in high school. Broke my leg and needed stitches in my forehead. Presley had no idea but she left school with a raging headache and a limp.”
“No fucking way,” I say. “Seriously?”
“It’s crazy,” he says. “That’s kind of why I’m glad she’s coming. I can tell she’s not doing so hot.”
I frown, not liking the way his words make my stomach hurt a little. I don’t even know this chick. I shouldn’t really care. But she’s my friend’s sister, so I guess it makes sense. “What’s wrong? Shitty boyfriend?” I ask.
Cash barks such a loud laugh that Rook and I both freeze, looking at him like he’s crazy. “Sorry,” he says, chuckling and shaking his head. “Pres has never had a boyfriend.”
“How?” I blurt before I can stop myself. I clear my throat. “I mean, she’s hot. Respectfully,” I add.
Cash chuckles. “Guys want her. They’re all over her,” he says, and I notice the way his hand tightens protectively on the armrest. “She doesn’t want any of them. We tell each other everything, but she doesn’t date. Dunno why.”
“Hm,” I reply. Interesting. I don’t date either, but I do fuck. Maybe his sister is the same way. Good news for me, if so.
“So on that note,” Cash says. “She’s off limits. No hitting on my sister.”
I’m visibly disappointed and Cash narrows his eyes at me. “I mean it, Kells.”
I hold up my hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. Loud and clear.”
“But what if she hits on me first,” Rook asks, and when Cash swats him, he cackles.
I sit back in the chair and take another drag off the joint. What’s the point of Cash’s sexy ass sister coming on tour if I can’t touch her? I have a feeling she’s even hotter in person. Oh well. I’ll have to deal with it. Cash is my boy and I’ll respect his wishes.
It might be a little cocky to think she’d want me back if I made a move, but I haven’t been rejected since high school. It doesn’t happen when you’re at the place I am. Hell, I don’t even have to ask anymore. Girls, quite literally, throw themselves at me, along with their panties, bras, and even a vibrator one time. That was an interesting show. Funny as fuck watching Reed pluck it off the stage.
I hear what Cash says, but there’s some weight to what Rook said, too. What if she wants me? Am I expected to reject her? Shit, I won’t be doing that. We’ll just have to see what happens.
XX
Our Detroit show comes on fast. It’s been a crazy week, and to be honest, I haven’t been thinking about Cash’s sister at all. There are plenty of other girls to keep me occupied.
So when I’m backstage smoking a joint and Cash walks back with a couple of girls, I’m intrigued. I get up from the chair I’m in, but as I get closer, I recognize her. Cash’s sister. And fuck if she doesn’t take my breath away, as stupid as that sounds.
Because holy shit. When I say Presley Carver is the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, I’m not lying. Pictures don’t do this girl justice, and her pictures are pretty damn hot. There are those gorgeous legs beneath a short leather skirt. A tiny sliver of tanned stomach is visible beneath her shirt, a simple t-shirt tied in a knot at the bottom. Black, leather boots with a heel, making those legs even longer. Her hair is left down and straight, and I can see the green of her eyes from twenty feet away.
I basically tuck my tongue back into my mouth before snuffing the joint out and going over to say hi like a gentleman. The three of them are chatting with Ashleigh and Olivia, but Presley looks up as I come over, and for the few seconds that our eyes are locked on one another, I feel a bolt of electricity shock through me. She blinks and looks away, but there’s a little smirk on her face.
“Cash, gonna introduce me?” I ask, putting a hand to Cash’s shoulder.
“Yeah, Kells, this is my sister, Presley,” he says.
“Nice to meet you,” Presley says, holding out a hand.
I smirk and step forward to hug her instead. “Nah, fuck that, we hug around here,” I say, noticing the way her head tucks into my neck, inhaling the smell radiating from her hair — something sweet and sugary. She smells like fucking candy and for a second, I can’t help but wonder what she tastes like.
As I pull away, Cash gives me a warning glance, but I just smile. “And this is her friend, Sadie.”
“Hi Sadie,” I say, hugging her as well. She’s cute, but she isn’t Presley Carver. No one is.
“Thanks again for being so generous,” Presley says. God, her voice is hot, too. Sultry and low, slightly raspy. She sounds like she’d be one hell of a singer.
“No problem,” I say. “Make yourselves at home.” I need to finish my joint and take a piss before I get out onstage, and as much as I want to stay here and stare, I have shit to do. I wave and walk away. I glance over my shoulder after a few seconds and catch Presley staring. She jumps a little and immediately focuses on what Cash is saying, but she looks flustered. I notice the shape of her long black nails as she tucks her hair behind her ear and I shiver. Focus, Colson. You have a show to do.
But somehow knowing Presley is watching makes me go harder. Makes me take my shirt off and put on a good show of thrusting at my guitar. I drag my fingers down my body, grab my cock over my pants. Old Colson is coming out. The kid who used to suck tits onstage. I hadn’t realized how much I missed him. He was fun. I stopped acting that way when I met…never mind.
I like that this girl is making me find my old self onstage. I completely give into it, and it’s my best show of the entire tour. Detroit is lucky Presley Carver is in their presence.
After the show, I chug a full bottle of water, accepting daps and high fives and hugs backstage. I hate how my eyes are searching for her. Cash was very clear — hands off his sister. Which is such a dick move. Has he seen his sister? I mean, I know that’s his sister but he’s not blind. Right?
“Great show.” I jump a little when I hear that slightly raspy voice behind me, and when I turn around, my breath hitches. She looks even better a little sweaty from the show, black hair slightly mussed up.
I clear my throat and put on a smirk to hide how flustered this girl has me. “Thanks. You had fun?”
“Oh, yeah,” she says, her eyes bright. “You guys put on a good show.”
I mop my face with my sweaty t-shirt and flick my hair out of my eyes. “Did you sing along to any songs?” I ask, my not-so-subtle way of figuring out whether or not she knows our music.
Her grin is a little sly. “Maybe,” she says with a little shrug.
My brow arches. “C’mon, you’re gonna leave a guy hanging?” I ask. I really want to know if she actually likes my music.
“Pres, quit acting mysterious,” Cash says when he steps up beside me, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “She listens to your shit. She knows all the words.”
“Cash!” Presley hisses, giving him a look.
“What?” Cash blanches. “It’s true!” He turns to me. “As soon as I joined y’all she started listening.”
“So you didn’t listen before we kidnapped Cash?” I ask. For some reason, I like that she hasn’t always been a fan.
She shrugs. “Not really.” Now she looks a little sheepish. “I was missing out, though.”
“You should've heard the shit she said about you when Killshot came out,” Cash adds, and when Presley stomps on his toe, he yelps. “Ow, what the fuck!”
“Cash, you’re such a dick,” she groans. She looks up at me and smiles weakly. “He’s exaggerating.”
I’m amused as fuck. All I can do is laugh. I don’t give a fuck whose side she was on when that all went down. She’s backstage at my show now, and I saw the way she looked at me earlier. She’s into me. There’s no way she’s not.
“I’m gonna go find a bathroom,” Presley mutters, shooting one last glare at Cash before she turns on her heel and stomps away. And maybe my eyes fall on her ass, the way her waist curves out into smooth hips. Cash elbows me, and now it’s my turn to yelp.
“C’mon, I was just looking!” I insist.
“Yeah, looking at my sister like you want to fuck her,” Cash says, but he’s still grinning a little. The smile fades and he clears his throat. “Look. She’s a good girl.”
A quick burst of irritation blooms in my chest. “Are you saying I’m a bad guy?”
“No!” Cash insists, eyes widening. “Not at all. She just…she’s different, Kells. And she’s my sister. I don’t want anyone taking advantage of her.”
“Taking advantage?” I blurt in outrage.
“No, Kells I — fuck.” Cash tears his hands through his messy hair. “Please.”
I sigh, the fight going out of me, and nod. “I won’t do anything,” I mutter.
“You promise?” The kid asks.
I have half a mind to make fun of him for the juvenile ass question, but I just nod. “Promise,” I sigh. Cash relaxes after that and he claps me on the back before jogging away to find some of the other guys.
I’m annoyed now. I want a shower and something to eat. And my dick is a little bit hard in my jeans. I shift and then walk stiffly outside to the tour bus.
Sure enough, a group of girls squeals when I come outside. They’re hanging near the tour bus and I quickly scan the group for the hottest one. There’s a cute brunette and I decide she’s the one. I approach the fence and reach for her hand. Her eyes twinkle.
“You busy right now?” I ask.
She looks to her friend whose eyes are bugging out of her head. “Nope,” she says.
I smirk. This will be a good distraction. Just what I need.
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baby mama ~ machine gun kelly
word count: 2655
request?: yes!
@kellysimagines “well I had one in mind where the reader and colson have a child but are not together anymore and hes dating Megan now but the reader and colson have good contact for their child but also together and she comes over alot and also to bring and pick up their child and she secretly still loves him and Megan somehow knows and she demands that colson stops with the contact and he gets mad at her and wont do it cause they havea kid together and he begins to realise he also still loves her and breaks things off with megan and they talk again t eachother and get back together? :)”
description: in which his new girlfriend does not like how close he is to the mother of his child
pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two)
When Colson and I broke up we made a promise to one another that we would stay civil for the sake of our one year old daughter, Melody.
The break up wasn’t bad to begin with. Colson was busy and constantly working, meanwhile I was home dealing with my pregnancy on my own, and then I was raising Melody on my own. It felt like we were just growing apart and we decided to end things before our relationship took a negative turn. It was hard because I very much did still love Colson, but I knew it was best for us and for Melody.
Colson continued to be in Melody’s life. When he wasn’t touring or filming, he would come over to take Melody. He would spend so much of his free time with her and Casie; his girls. Sometimes he would even invite me to come with them. He was, unsurprisingly, a great father, and something I would convince myself that this civil co-parenting thing would result in us getting back together eventually.
And then he brought Megan over to meet me.
I was getting Melody ready for Colson to pick her up when I heard the front door to my apartment open. I wasn’t too concerned, I usually left the door unlocked when Colson texted me to let me know he was coming to get Melody.
But then an unfamiliar female voice asked, “You just...walk in? You don’t knock?”
“I texted her to tell her we were on the way,” Colson’s voice responded. “She leaves the door unlocked for me.”
“Why?”
I stepped out before Colson answered to see him stood in my porch with a woman. But not just any woman. He was stood there with Megan Fox.
“Oh, hello,” I said. “I had no idea Colson was bringing a guest over. I’m sorry the place isn’t really prepared for guests.”
“Colson is a guest. You knew he was coming,” Megan said.
I didn’t really know how to answer that. The look Megan was giving me was not a friendly one. It made me feel so small and insignificant.
Colson didn’t notice as he happily introduced us. “Megan, this is (Y/N), Melody’s mom. (Y/N), this is Megan. I wanted to bring her by to meet you before you heard the news through some bullshit tabloid website.”
It took me a moment to realize what he meant and I tried to make sure my expression showed only shock and not the heartbreak I was also feeling.
“Oh, good for you, Colson,” I managed, with real shock by fake enthusiasm. “And it’s really nice to meet you, Megan.”
I extended a hand to her. She glanced at it for a moment, a look of disgust passing through her eyes before she took my hand and gave it a quick shake.
Colson let himself into my place, as he usually did, and effortlessly made his way to the living room where Melody was watching cartoons in her playpen. Megan seemed shocked by Colson’s comfortability in my apartment, but followed him anyways.
“Hello beautiful princess,” Colson cooed. Melody immediately smiled at the sight of her father. “Are you ready to come with daddy and his new friend?”
Melody cooed in response. Colson took her from her playpen as I went to grab the overnight bag I had packed for her.
“What’s your plan for the day?” I asked.
“I was thinking of taking Melody to the park while we wait for Casie to get out of school. Then we’re going out for dinner. Did you want to come? Casie has been asking to see you again.”
Normally, I would happily accept his offer. I loved to spend time with Casie and still considered her to be like my step daughter even though Colson and I weren’t together anymore. But I could see Megan stood behind Colson, glaring daggers into the back of his head before turning her deathly glare on me. She very clearly did not want me to join them in their plans.
“I...I actually have a lot to do around the house,” I told him. “Maybe next time.”
Colson wasn’t discouraged by my rejection. He shrugged and took the overnight bag from me. “I’ll have her back tomorrow evening.”
I saw them both out, calling for them to have a good time. Colson paused to turn back and wave Melody’s tiny hand at me. Megan silently got into the front seat and slammed the door shut.
I knew there was going to be some trouble in paradise over this whole visit.
I was proven right later that night when I texted Colson after not hearing from him all day. Usually, when he had Melody and I Wasn’t with them, he would send me messages and picture updates. The fact that he hadn’t texted me at all was starting to worry me.
It was a simple, friendly text: “hey, just checking in. is Melody okay? :)”
The response was quick and colder than normal: “she’s fine. we’ll be back tomorrow.”
I sighed and placed my phone aside. I figured that our “civil” co-parenting relationship was officially over because Megan didn’t like it. I guess I should’ve expected this for whenever Colson got a new girlfriend, but I hoped he would care enough about Melody to stand up for this decision we had made.
Or maybe I hoped he still loved me enough to want me in his life.
When he came by to drop Melody home the next evening, he knocked at my front door - further proving that he was allowing Megan to wedge herself between us.
I wasn’t shocked to see her in the passenger seat of Colson’s car, watching the two of us like a hawk.
“Hey,” I said, putting on a smile for Melody’s sake. “Hello mama’s girl. Did you have a good time with daddy?”
Colson passed her to me, a ghost of a smile on his face before it disappeared. “I’ll - uh - be back again next week. I’ll let you know when I’ll come by to get her.”
“Yeah...okay.”
You could cut the tension with a steak knife.
I closed the door as Colson made his way back to his car; back to Megan.
I looked at the sweet infant in my arms. “I think things are about to become very tense between mommy and daddy.”
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I didn’t hear from Colson for the next week, which I tried not to let bother me. If he was going to let a new girlfriend get between the promise he made to his daughter, that was his choice.
When he finally texted me, it was early one morning to let me know he was on his way to pick up Melody. and he’d likely be taking her for a few nights. I opted not to respond and just went to pack the bag for Melody’s visit.
A knock came at the front door. I went to answer and was shocked to find that Megan wasn’t with him.
“Hey,” he said.
“I’m still packing Melody’s bag,” I said, coolly.
“That’s okay. Can I come in while I wait?”
“I don’t know. Are you allowed to come in?”
Colson grimaced, which made me feel some pride. At least he was feeling bad for letting Megan control him the way she had.
I stepped aside and gestured for Colson to come in. I expected him to just wait in the porch since apparently it was a very big deal to his relationship if he came any further than the front door, but he walked in like he always did, making his way to the living room to see Melody. His mood immediately changed when his eyes landed on his daughter. He sat down next to her on the floor and started playing with the toys she had scattered around her.
I packed her bag as quickly as I could, still fearing the worst. It was Colson’s decision if he no longer wanted to be civil because of Megan, but I refused to be on the receiving end of Megan’s venom. She had to know there was nothing between Colson and I. He had chosen her. That was the end of it. There was no need for this childish jealousy she was seemingly displaying.
When I walked back out to the living room, I was hit with a flash of what life was like before Colson and I split up. He had her on his lap, both of their eyes glued to the TV where Melody’s favorite cartoons were playing. I had seen this image many times before when I was living at Colson’s house after Melody was born. I found myself longing for those days again, but quickly shook myself out of that train of thought.
“Here,” I said, holding the bag out to him. “She should be set for however long you decide to keep her, but if you need anything you can let me know.”
Colson stood from his spot on the floor, Melody in one arm as he took the bag with the other. “Thanks.”
A tense silence fell over us. We were just stood there, looking at one another. I tried not to get lost in those blue eyes that I loved so much because it just made my heart hurt even more. I hated having to remind myself that he wasn’t mine anymore. He belonged to someone else now.
“(Y/N),” he started, but then hesitated. Finally, he said, “I’m sorry.”
I felt a lump growing in my throat at his apology. I turned way from him, trying to make it seem like I was busy picking up Melody’s toys. “Shouldn’t you be going? Wouldn’t want Megan getting upset because you’re here too long.”
“We broke up.”
I turned quickly to look back at him. “What?”
Colson sighed and placed Melody back on the floor, along with her bag. He gestured to the couch, “Can we sit and talk? I think I have some explaining to do.”
I sat next to him. I was feeling very cautious for some reason. Like I needed to have my guard up in case this was some “gotcha” moment he was trying to pull on me. He wouldn’t look at me at first, opting instead to look at his lap as he spoke.
“The way I’ve been acting the last week...it wasn’t right. We made a promise to be civil for Melody’s sake no matter what, and the way I was acting wasn’t civil.”
“No, it wasn’t,” I agreed. “It really hurt me that you were so quick to throw away that promise for the first person you dated after we broke up.”
“I know. It wasn’t fair to you or to Melody. But after we came to get Melody that day, Megan just started freaking out when we were alone. She said that me and you were far too comfortable with one another for her liking, and she said it was obvious there were still feelings between us and that made her uncomfortable.”
I shook my head, trying to hide my face in case it displayed any signs of Megan’s analysis being right. “We’re just close for the sake of Melody. You’re the same way with Emma.”
“Yeah, that’s what I told her. But then she brought up me inviting you to come with us, and she wouldn’t listen when I told her that we always go out together and I didn’t invite you to be disrespectful to her or to make her uncomfortable. So I just left it. I told her I wouldn’t do that if it made her so upset, but she escalated it to she didn’t want me to talk to you at all unless it had to do with Melody, and she didn’t want me coming over and being all friendly in your apartment.”
I rolled my eyes. “And you agreed to that?”
He shrugged. “What else was I supposed to do? She was upset. She was freaking out in the car with Melody. I didn’t want her to scare Melody, so I just said I would to calm her down.”
I clenched my jaw at the thought of Megan scaring my child. If she was the result of anything negative happening to Melody, she’d be seeing me much more than she would want to.
“She seemed satisfied when I dropped Melody off the next day and it was a quick exchange and then we left. She saw that you had texted me that night and told me she didn’t like that, so I refrained from texting you the next week just to make her happy. But after a few days I realized that I wasn’t happy because I wasn’t talking to you and we weren’t going out and doing things as a family with Casie. I mean, yeah Megan was nice enough to the girls and Casie got along with her, but it’s not the same way you get along with Casie. She even asked me when she would get to see you again. Not when Megan was around, luckily.”
“So...what, you broke up with her because she didn’t like that you were close to the mother of your child?” I asked.
“No. Well...kind of. That was part of it. I tried to talk to her again to assure her that there was nothing between us besides the love for our daughter, but I realized as I was saying it that it wasn’t true. Because...that week of not taking to you was like hell to me, (Y/N). I hated it. Not sending you pictures or videos of Melody that day I had her killed me, and then to give you the cold shoulder and not talk to you at all for a week made me realize that...that I love you too much to not have you in my life.”
My heart skipped a couple beats. I tried to tell myself he didn’t mean it in a romantic way, but it was hard to deny his meaning when he was looking at me the way he was. With the love in his eyes that I used to see when we first got together; when I was pregnant with Melody; after Melody was born.
“This is going to be really awkward if you don’t feel the same way,” he continued. “But I don’t regret breaking up with Megan for you. Even if you don’t have feelings for me anymore and that potential romance between us is done forever, I still want to be in your life. I still want to be a family with you and Melody and Casie. But if that’s not what you want, I understand. I treated you like shit this last week because of someone I thought I loved, and if you don’t want to give me another chance because of that I understand. But I - ”
I cut off his rambling by jumping into his lap and attaching my lips to his. It took him by surprise at first, but he soon was kissing me back. His hands were roaming my body while mine were running through his soft hair. We were so lost in one another that we forgot we had a child sitting on the floor just inches away from us until she started cooing.
We pulled apart to look down at Melody, who was watching us with big, blue eyes; a mirror image of her dad’s. We looked back at each other and started to laugh.
“Why don’t you come over tonight, too?” Colson asked. “That is, if you don’t have any plans.”
“I don’t have any plans for the next few days,” I told him.
He smiled up at me and I smiled back. I quickly got off his lap and raced for my room to pack an overnight bag for myself.
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-Call me-
Plot:Colson and his friends come to your job
warnings/tags: sex work,oral(f to m),lap dance,nipple play
You were working the last two hours of your shift as a sex worker. It was calming down until a group of 3 men came in. "Y/n,come greet them please!" Your boss shouted into the back room.You walked out to the front,standing in front of the three men. The one standing in the middle of the other two looked familiar. He was tall and blonde. "Hey." He spoke. "Hi" You responded.
"Me and my boys wanna have a good night out if you get what I mean." He said with a laugh. "Alright, I can put one of you with Molly,one of you with me,and one of you with Nina." You said,pointing to the girls as you said their names. "I want you." The blonde man said. "Come with me,Molly and Nina will take care of them." You said.
You took him into the hallway,passing multiple rooms. You finally got to yours,unlocking it then walking in with him following.
"So what can I do for you? My prices are a little higher on Friday,it's normally packed." You explained. "That's fine,I have enough." He said with a pause. "Blowjob please." He continued.
You nodded, "Of course." You let him sit down on the couch then you kneeled on the ground.
He slipped his jacket off and you immediately knew who he was by his tattoos. Machine gun kelly was at your job. Your eyes widened,but you tried to not let it distract you.
He took his pants off and you pulled his boxers down. "Ready?" You asked. He nodded and you eased him into your mouth. "God that feels good." He mumbled. He ran his fingers through your hair and pushed himself in farther.
Your attention went to his arms wrapping in your hair,for the first time ever you were actually enjoying your job. He supported your head by your hair,bobbing it up and down. His head fell back and he bucked his hips,starting to thrust into your mouth. "This okay?" He asked,slowing down his movements so you could nod.
As his movements got faster you could feel yourself getting more turned on. You squeezed your legs together,letting him thrust harder into your throat."Fuck." He groaned,his breath getting heavier. His hands went back to your hair,pulling harder. You sucked faster,feeling him twitch inside you."Fuck,that's so good." He said before finishing in your mouth. You swallowed and pulled away slowly,letting him catch his breath.
"Hey,do you have time for a lap dance?" He asked after coming down from his high. "Yes I do." You said with a smile. "Thank you." He responded. He pulled his pants and boxers up and you straddled his lap. You held each other's backs as you bucked your hips up,lifting them up then down again. "Is it okay if I kiss you?" He asked. "Yes." You responded.
He attacked his lips to yours,groaning into your mouth. You rubbed yourself against him, the throbbing feeling starting to get stronger. “Just like that.” He praised. You rolled your hips again,his hands holding your sides. “Mmm.” He let out a throaty moan.
He pulled away to catch his breath.“This feels so good,fuck.” He said,his breath getting heavier and heavier. You bucked your hips up,pushing back down on his lap suddenly. His hands wandered and you could tell he was trying to see if it was okay to touch you or not. You grabs his hands,placing him on your lower back.
“Don’t be afraid.” You whispered. He nodded,his mouth opening slightly when you rubbed harder against him. His pushed his chest against you and you could feel his fast heartbeat. “Can I fuck you? I don’t care how much it costs.” He managed to get out between groans. “Of course.” You responded.
You pulled your top off,showing your tits to him. He pulled his t shirt off and you pulled his pants down while he got yours. He pressed your bodies together,holding you on his lap and entering you. “Tell me if you want me to go slower.” He whispered,his hands cupping your tits. He massaged your nipples,a slight gasp coming out of your mouth. He steadied his moments,thrusting at a slightly fast pace.
He slipped your nipple into his mouth,licking up and down. “Mmm.” You moaned into his chest,his hand playing with the other nipple that wasn’t in his mouth. His thrusts got faster and he pulled his mouth off of you. You arched your back,forcing him deeper into you. He whimpered,your head falling back as a reaction to his sound.
“Faster.” You demanded. He listened and the feeling of him inside you plus him playing with you nipple made you close already. You were sensitive from what you did before,and you could tell he was too. “I’m close.” You said,resting your head on his chest. “Me too.” He said. He thrusted one more time and you released. “Fuck.” You mumbled. He pulled out a couple seconds later. Laying you down on his lap. He finished on your stomach,closing his eyes as he released.
He grabbed his pants,taking a tissue out of his pocket and wiping your stomach carefully. “You okay? Was I too rough?” He asked. “I’m great,you were great.” You praised. He smiled. “You were great,thank you.” He said. You nodded, “of course.” You both put your clothes back on and slowly got up. “How much do I owe you?” He asked. “400.” You answered.
He pulled out his wallet,taking out 500 then putting it into your hand. “Thank you so much.” You said. “I don’t wanna cross any boundaries,but can I get your number?” He asked. You smiled, tucking the money in your top then nodding. “Yes you can.” He handed you his phone and you typed your number,along with your name. “Call me sometime.” You said.
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Listened to new albums because yesterday was packed and:
Glass beach - plastic death: had extremely high expectations for this album from their phenomenal previous album and the singles they dropped and was NOT disappointed. Required listening. Queer post-emo that incorporates jazz and sludge and pop and whatever the fuck else they feel like tossing into the blender at the time. Production is perfect, the songs are exactly as long as they need to be and flow into one another perfectly, very dreamy and surreal and catchy, some of the best bass lines in recent memory. While the CIA and Rare Animal, the singles, are still 2 of my favorites, I’m so glad the entire album reaches that level of quality, with Coalacenth and Commatose being other highlights. This is an album you don’t want to listen to in bits and pieces, you need to listen from start to finish and let it wash over you.
Green Day - saviors: I haven’t listened to a Green Day album start to finish since 21st century breakdown but made an exception because the singles were so fun. The first half of the album genuinely had me believing Green Day still have it in them, very bouncy and what I imagine American idiot might sound like if you removed all the theatrics and rock opera elements. The second half of the album wasn’t as good, but it wasn’t as bad, it just lost a lot of steam, felt like it was missing something. Father to a Son is their only sappy ballad on this album, and it’s not bad but don’t expect a wake me up when September ends or restless heart syndrome here. I wish they didn’t front-load the album with all the singles. Still, it’s their best album in over a decade and recommended for anyone who has an interest in the band, turns out they got some life in them yet.
Neck deep - self-titled: was cautiously optimistic for this, neck deep’s life’s not out to get you got me through a really hard time in my life nearly 10 years ago so even though each album since was more disappointing I felt I owed them a listen in the hopes I could get some more of that energy back. What we have here sadly isn’t anything special, just another pop punk album with big choruses and tracks that aren’t too distinct from one another. They haven’t abandoned any of the mild political themes they dipped their toes into in the past but there’s something about saying we need more punks and we need more bricks in a song that’s 90% pop and 10% punk that is very incongruent. It’s not a bad listen, nothing is atrocious, but it feels very safe and is their poppiest record yet. I miss the bit of grit they had that made them stand out a bit more, and the lyrics just don’t feel as heartfelt. In general 2020’s pop punk is very much not for me, this new direction is not something I want to be part of, I blame machine gun Kelly.
Next week, we have new albums on the punk end of the spectrum with alkaline trio, and on the metal end, we have releases from cognizance and dissimulator (featuring the drummer from beyond creation and formerly first fragment).
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Me this past weekend after not reading the directions on the pack of edibles:
“I don’t think even Machine Gun Kelly’s ever been this high” 🤣🙈
#I also sobbed about the teapots from Beauty and the Beast for over 20 mins#and said dumb shit like “This is what the teapots from Belle and Beast must have felt like when they became human again#“I’m Chip!
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I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him - picking the song make up sex by machine gun kelly 💕
Congrats again!
Breakup Just To Make Up
A breakup was never easy, not in tv shows and most definitely not in real life.
Paige had broken up with him, her family was just too complicated- thanksgiving was the icing on the cake.
Heartbroken from what she’d done, Rudy wanted her to feel his pain, purposely lying about her during an interview.
He expected her to be livid when she came back to their small studio apartment, her glare was cold, he'd never seen her this way before.
She opened the door for him, barely even acknowledging his presence, but secretly underneath she did miss him, way more than she should.
He’d torn her apart and drug her name through the mud, she hated that she still loved him, even after everything he had done.
She made her way into their bedroom and began to pack the last of her things, blocking out his apology, he didn’t mean it, she should’ve known better than to fall in love with him.
Tears filled her eyes but she refused to let them fall, she’d cried enough over him lately, now she was on her own, filming would definitely be an issue now.
She felt his arms wrap around her from behind and she froze, desperately wanting to welcome his embrace- god she’d missed it.
She turned and looked up at him, sighing before hugging him, she wanted to tell him that she hated him, that she never wanted to see him again but she couldn’t bring herself to say it, knowing it wasn’t the truth.
Paige sighed, deciding to just hear him out, not really in the mood for an argument she sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for him to begin.
She listened to him, folding her hands on her lap, he did seem sorry but it would take a lot for her to take him back.
He sat next to her and she looked up at him, she really didn’t want to leave but she knew she had to, he’d broken all trust she had in him.
She went to look away but he grabbed her chin, placing his lips on hers in a sweet kiss, everything in her screamed to shove him away, slap him and run- but her body betrayed her as she kissed him back, desperately missing the feeling.
He laid her down as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her, one more time wouldn’t hurt right?
She leaned up and kissed along his jawline, occasionally leaving little marks to claim him as hers.
She kissed down his neck until she reached his shoulder, gently biting down, proving a point- it’d be hard for him to cover all these marks up.
He seemed to have the same idea, both of them making it hard to forget the other after all this was over.
Little by little his Paige started to come back, her anger dissipating as her kisses became sweeter rather than harsh.
He laced her hands above her head as he rolled his hips into hers, watching the way her back arched for him- it was so easy for her to submit.
She leaned up and kissed him, quietly moaning into his mouth, resting their foreheads against each others.
He released her hands and allowed her to hold onto him, nuzzling her face into his neck and kissing it.
He kissed along her shoulder, thrusting harder as she whined, needing more from him, he didn’t hesitate to give her what she wanted, doing anything he could just to make her stay.
She gazed up at him, looking in his eyes before capturing his lips again, kissing him like it was her last dying breath.
He kissed her back, holding her body tight against his as they both came, moaning into each others mouths.
He laid his head on her chest as she pet his hair- she couldn’t leave him now, maybe they could try to work it out?
She knew in time she’d fully forgive him, she truly did love him even if he didn’t deserve it, and she knew he loved her.
She kissed his head and held him close, ready to give him a second chance after all.
~Welcome to the meadow~
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howdyy i couldn t gather enough courage to ask something spicy so i m asking something cute haha , does he have preferences/favorites things? favorite food , activity , or his favorite tv show idk i just wanna know what bby boy likes etc <3
Well, I'll make a full headcanon about all his favorite stuff ! Oh, and if you wanna ask something spicy, I think you can use the "anonymous" ask ! 😏
His favorite meal is actually Chilli Con Carne ! He loves when his food is just like him... Spicy, hot, and JUICY BABY.
He also loves desserts, especially with strawberries. HE LOVES STRAWBERRIES.
He's an "action guy", which means that he cannot take a break most of the time because he has that energy pack that needs to be used. Whenever he can go on mission outside, he will go. He always makes sure he can help anywhere whenever he got nothing else to do.
He loves to climb moutains and glaciers. He really enjoy the feeling of danger and adventure.
He's a very good singer and guitare player, so he likes to practice in his room sometimes.
He's also a very talented cook, thanks to his mother.
His favorite types of movie are horror and action. Some of his favorite movies are Halloween, The Silence Of The Lamb, The Conjuring, or Indepenance Day, 6 Underground and Mad Max.
His favorite TV show/series would probably be Stranger Things, My Wife And Kids and Hannibal.
He likes a lot of different types of music, but his favorite singers/groups are Yungblud, Machine Gun Kelly, Imagine Dragons and Post Malone.
#Headcanon#OC Headcanons#OC#Original Character#Klaro#Klaro Sliver#Klaro Simpremacy#Avatar#Avatar OC#Snow Na'vi#Na'vi#Na'vi OC
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Double Life? Part 2
As time passed, Colson’s music career continued to skyrocket. He went on tour around the world, won awards, and collaborated with other famous artists.
Despite his success, Colson never forgot where he came from. He would often talk about how grateful he was for his friends and family who supported him from the beginning.
One day, Colson invited you to a special show in your hometown. He said it was going to be a surprise, and you couldn’t wait to find out what it was.
When you arrived at the venue, you were surprised to see that it was the same club where Colson had played his first shows as Machine Gun Kelly.
The room was packed with fans, but Colson led you to a VIP area where you could watch the show without being crowded.
As Colson took the stage, you felt a rush of excitement. You had seen him perform so many times, but there was something special about this show.
Colson played all of his hits, but he also played some of his older, lesser-known songs. He talked about his journey to becoming a rockstar and how he couldn’t have done it without his friends and family.
And then, in the middle of the show, Colson called you up on stage.
You were shocked and nervous as you walked up to the microphone. Colson put his arm around you and spoke to the crowd.
“I want to introduce you to someone who has been with me from the beginning. She’s my best friend, and I couldn’t have done any of this without her.”
The crowd cheered as Colson handed you a guitar. You had never played in front of an audience before, but Colson had faith in you.
Together, you played one of Colson’s older songs. The crowd sang along, and you felt a sense of joy and excitement that you had never experienced before.
After the show, Colson hugged you tightly.
“I couldn’t have done this without you.” He said. “You’re my best friend, and I love you.”
You knew that no matter what happened in Colson’s career, your friendship would always be strong. And you felt grateful for the bond that you shared with him, both as a friend and as a fellow music lover.
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Play as Machine Gun Kelly in WWE2K22's The Whole Dam Pack on 7/19!!
Via @wwegames on Twitter
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Hey you! how are you? I hope you're okay!
Could you please make a combo of like reneé rapp profile picture and Machine Gun Kelly header for me? i wanted to use it on discord but i'm struggling to find pictures of them both which match. (they're my favorite people!)
thanks!! i'll be waiting <3
Hi! I don't make packs, sorry. Only icons, headers and lockscreens.
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MAIN MASTERLIST
Real Person Fics
Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Machine Gun Kelly
Supernatural
Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Winchester!Sister
Teen Wolf
Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale
The Vampire Diaries Universe
Klaus Mikaelson, Hayley Marshall
Marvel
Peter Parker, Tony Stark
Sons of Anarchy
Jax Teller
Criminal Minds
Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau
Twilight
Jasper Hale, Paul Lahote, Pack!Mom
Crossovers
SPN X SOA
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Machine Gun Kelly- "Blue Skies" Live At Park Ave Cd's
24/7 I'm putting in work
Came from the gutter, no stain on my shirt
You know the Land is where champions birthed
So I hold the title till I land in the dirt
Motorcycles, auto-rifles, and purp
Overnight they think I tripled my worth
Gotta stay ready, these haters will lurk
But this ain't what you want, now I'm feelin like dirt
(This ain't what you want)
Sing that shit to 'em like Gerald Levert
Couldn't sleep on me with Ambien first
Let the kid nap like an Amber alert
Wake up and you know I had to get turnt
Bottle of Jameson matching my shirt
Back on the road, gotta pack up the merch
And I smoke so much tree that I damage the earth
Yeah, EST watch it
Don't make me get on my young shit
Don't get me talking that gun shit
Don't make me turn this whole thing to a function
Don't make assumptions
I'm from the C, I ain't talkin bout Compton
I'm from the 6, I ain't talkin Toronto
Bitch I'm from Cleveland, you know the motto
I'm the city's Lucky Luciano, the gunner!
i LOVE THIS SONG & i LOVE THIS VIDEO!!!
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