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daydreamingatnight209 · 1 month

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“I’m Here, Go Back to Sleep”

MGK x Female Reader

Warnings - None. Just pure fluff!

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Waking up to an empty bed these days wasn’t unusual these days, with the album deadline slowly creeping up day by day, Colson spent almost all of his hours in the studio, working himself to the bone to produce an album everyone can enjoy.

With your own workplace continuously overworking you, sleep or time didn’t come easily to you either. You couldn’t remember the last time both you and Colson had actually spent more than a few minutes at a time together in the same room and it was starting to become very lonely.

Leaving the cold and empty bed, after another night of hopeless tossing and turning, you sigh and drag yourself downstairs to the kitchen. Preparing for another day to survive on coffee you make one for both yourself and your boyfriend who didn’t even leave the studio last night. It was most likely he fell asleep there in the very early hours of the morning.

While the lack of sleep wasn’t new for Colson, it certainly was for you and you could feel it slowly starting to affect your mind and body.

You grab him a change of clothes, a blanket for yourself and his favourite aftershave before crossing over from the house into the converted studio space.

With the band already in session, you slipped in almost undetected, but as always, your eyes caught Colson’s immediately. You give him a small smile and walk over to give him what you had brought over.

“Babe, what are you doing up so early? You look exhausted” he whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You let out a small laugh and set yourself down on the closest chair.

“Gee, thanks Col”

After a quick clothes change and the others leaving in search for food, Colson calls you over to the desk he’s working at.

“Come, let me hold you” he mumbles, stretching his long arms out in your direction.

Wrapping the blanket tightly around you, you walk over to your lover and wrap yourself around him so you were straddling him. He holds you tightly and sways gently.

“You need to get some proper rest, baby, you are going to make yourself ill” he tells you softly.

You giggle to yourself at his concern for you, knowing full well he wouldn’t take his own advice even if you begged him.

“I’ll rest when you do” is your answer and you can practically feel him rolling his eyes at you, despite not actually being able to see him as you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

The two of you sit there quietly, as colson continues to sway you and hum a track from the new album into your ear.

Despite not being able to sleep properly, something about being in colson’s arms after so long, settles you and you cannot fight the call of sleep that beckons you. Your eyes close slowly and without protest as you rest against the frame of your man, the feeling of safely enveloping you.

Colson smiles down at you, tenderly, the look of frustration and stress leaving your features as you snore lightly.

He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t missed these small intimate moments with you and did feel quite guilty for not making more time for you while in the process of doing this next album. You never once complained and took everything in your stride which is on of the many things he loved about you.

He couldn’t wait to look after you and treat you to something special as a way of thanks for all your support when the album was complete.

His train of thought was interrupted as he heard everyone coming back to continue the session. He panicked slightly as they all barged through the door and glared at them in an effort to silence the rowdiness they were currently displaying.

“Shhh! She hasn’t slept properly in weeks and I swear if any one of you wake her up! …” Colson hisses at his friends, before looking down at you to ensure you were still peacefully sleeping.

Slim is the first to put his hands up in mock surrender, a smirk plastered on his face as he leads the group back out the door, but he was secretly glad that this would mean Colson would be forced to take a break, even if it was just an hour or so. He knew he definitely needed one.

Once alone again, Colson lifts you up with ease and carries you over to the sofa, laying you down and climbing in beside you. He wraps his arms back around you settles in. The movement causes you to stir slightly, your eyes still closed you mumble for your boyfriend not to leave you.

“Shh baby, I’m here, go back to sleep”

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 8 months

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The Tour V

Warning: swearing, smut

This day is shit. Actually shit is an understatement for how the day is. You know you look like complete and utter crap the next day but you don’t care. Everyone stays away from you, including Colson, and to be perfectly honest with yourself, it was fucking lonely. You know that everyone is pretty wrapped up in the tour and therefore doesn’t have a whole lot of spare time to deal with your personal existential crisis but you were pretty disappointed that when everyone returned from interviews and publicity appearances, no one ventured into your room to talk. You’re still not even sure how Colson got into your room last night and it’s eating you alive.

You get a text from Ashleigh around 5:30, informing you that everyone is heading out to dinner at 6 and if you feel up to joining. You don’t even get a chance to respond before Rook comes blinding into your room.

“Seriously, how is everyone doing that?!” you screech as you rush for a pair of pants to throw on.

“Doing what?” he asks with a goofy grin and an eye roll at your reaction.

“Getting into my room without me letting them?” you kick him off your bed with a shove which just makes him roll his eyes again but he saunters over to the sofa.

“Ashleigh gets extras of everyone’s room keys in case we lose them and get locked out of our room or if we slept through our alarm.”

Wait, so Ashleigh knows Colson came in last night?

The thought terrifies you because you can’t really think of a reason as to why Colson would need to come into your room at 2am. What did he tell her to get the key without her asking questions? If there’s one thing you know about him, it’s that he’s not one for answering questions he doesn’t want to.

Or for sticking around after sex.

“What the hell is going on in that brain of yours?” Rook looks seriously concerned as he watches you stand in the middle of the room.

“I…”

You’re desperate to say the words out loud. To tell someone so you don’t feel completely alone and lost in your feelings but you’re conflicted. Rook is not only your best friend but Colson’s too. You don’t want to put him in an uncomfortable position but you worry that you may suffocate trying to keep this to yourself.

“Colson and I had sex last night and then he took off when I went to use the bathroom without so much as a thank you.”

Rook’s face drops and his skin pales. He sits there staring at you for what feels like forever. He closes his mouth and opens it so many times he genuinely looks like a fish. You need him to say something, anything!

“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” he growls, jumping to his feet and striding to the door. You quickly jump in front of him, blocking him from the door.

“No, please don’t do anything!” you beg but Rook has that murderous look in his eyes that makes you nervous.

“Get the fuck out of my way Y/N!”

“Rook,” your bottom lip quivers and his face softens slightly.

“Aw honey.”

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to him, desperately trying to comfort you. Rook hates when you cry because it happens so rarely, he’s always unsure of how to go about it. He pulls you towards your bed and you sit next to him while he rubs circles on your back. You tell him everything. About the couch, the kiss, him coming to your room. Once you start talking it’s like word vomit. You tell him how conflicted you are, how you’re stuck between wanting to wring his neck and runaway to lick your wounds, alone.

“Has he said anything about why he’s been in such a shitty mood lately?” Rook finally says after a few moments of silence.

“That’s your takeaway from everything I just told you?” you’re completely dumbfounded and your tone conveys that clearly.

“I’m sorry it’s just you’re the first person he’s properly spent any time with in months, I thought maybe it would come up.”

“Yeah in between orgasms he told me his biggest, darkest secrets and we bonded while he braided my hair.”

“Ok, point taken! And don’t ever mention your orgasms to me again.”

You roll your eyes because sometimes you think Rook forgets you’re a woman who has sex. To him, it’s like picturing your little sister having sex. A knock on the door interrupts your banter and you stand to answer it. You’re surprised to find Colson on the other side, looking at his feet and you peer over your shoulder to see Rook visibly tense.

“Are you coming to dinner?” Colson asks, still not looking at you. You can feel the glare Rook is shooting at him because it’s boring into your back.

“I…I don’t know, I’m not that hungry.”

“Listen Y/N,” Colson finally looks up and spots Rook over your shoulder. “Oh, hey man. I didn’t know you were in here.”

“I came to get her for dinner,” Rook’s voice is tight, like he’s barely managing to keep himself calm.

You look between the two of them, feeling the tension building in your chest as they stare at each other. Neither of them makes any attempt to lighten the mood and the atmosphere is physically suffocating you. You have to remind yourself to breathe and you let out a breath you were holding. Rook’s eyes twitch to your face before looking back at Colson, daggers in his eyes.

“Couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut for at least 24 hours, huh?” Colson shoots his own daggers at you and your stomach drops.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that!” Rook is across the room and in Colson’s face in seconds.

Even though Rook is a head shorter than Colson, he could definitely hold his own in a fight. You step between the two of them, both their chests rising and falling against your shoulders as you squeeze your way into the small space they allow. Rook relaxes as you stand between them as you knew he would. He would never put you in harm's way and getting in a punch on with you so close would do exactly that.

“I’m not hungry,” you mumble to no one in particular just as Baze and Slim come to your door.

“Jesus, what the fuck is going on in here?” Baze jokes but when no one laughs, he scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“I’m not coming to dinner,” you answer him as Rook moves away. You can tell by the look on his face that he wants to stay with you and be a good friend but he’s torn because you’re sure he’s starving. “You go Rook, order a big steak for me.”

“Pfft, not like you could afford one,” Colson mutters under his breath.

Slim, Baze and Rook’s mouths all drop open. That was below the belt, even for him, especially in front of everyone. Rook looks like he wants to beat the shit out of him and Baze and Slim look like they want to hold Colson down so he can get as many hits in as possible. You square your shoulders and lift your head high as you look directly at Colson.

“Ooo, pointing out my lack of funds, real original asshole. At least if I had money, I wouldn’t waste it on alcohol, drugs and hookers. Unlike some people, I don’t need to pay to have others in my company. I get it all for free.” you punctuate each word so what you’re saying really sinks in for him.

Yeah all these people are my friends because they want to be, not because I pay their salary.

“Fuck you,” he spits at you before turning on his heels and heading back to his room, slamming the door behind him.

After your big blow up with Colson, everyone pretty much scrambled as soon as he left. Rook gave you one last hug before heading with the guys to dinner. You were completely fuming at what he’d said. Why is the money thing such a big deal to him? Is he pissed that you’re making money off him by simply being on the tour as his personal babysitter? Maybe it bothers him that the record label felt the need to hire you to keep him on track. It is kind of insulting considering he’s a grown man.

You decide it’s driving you insane just sitting around your hotel room so you decide to get ready for the concert earlier than planned. The cars aren’t leaving until 8 for a start time of 9:30 but you decide you might head to the restaurant everyone else is at for a drink. You hop in a boiling hot shower, washing your hair and shaving your legs twice to help drain some time. As you look down at your bruised breasts, your mind drifts to Colson and his lips on your skin. You hadn’t noticed until you were undressing for your shower that his fingers had left bruises on your hips from when he held you down as he ate you out. Your nipples harden at the thought and you have to push the images away.

Be mad at him.

When you get out of the shower, you blowdry your hair and run the straightener over it. You go heavier than usual on your makeup but it always makes you feel more confident when you’re all dolled up and you don’t want Colson to see how much he affects you. You wrap the towel around your body as you step out of the bathroom to pick your outfit. You stop dead when you spot a shirtless Colson lying on your bed, arms behind his back, his eyes staring at the ceiling. A cigarette hangs from his pink lips and your insides quiver.

“Why the fuck does everyone keep inviting themselves into my room?” you spit at him.

He doesn’t look at you and you fold your arms over your chest, pushing your tits up a little. His eyes zero in on that movement and you suddenly feel very self-conscious that there’s nothing but a towel between your body and his eyes.

“Only sluts wear red lipstick,” he muses, staring at your chest and your face heats with embarrassment. You square your shoulders and think of a quick retort.

“As I remember, I wasn’t exactly a saint in that bed last night.” His jaw twitches and you see a flicker of lust cross his face as he looks at you again.

Hmm interesting.

“Pretty sure I remember you moaning my name as I came all over your dick, begging me to call you daddy.”

He growls and swings his legs over the bed to face you. You stroll over to him, hips swinging, tits bouncing with every step. His hands are clenched so tight that you can see nothing but white on his knuckles. His eyes are large as he stares at you, lips parted slightly, his chest rising and falling as you stand in front of him, his face directly at chest height. You see him inhale deeply and his eyes flutter. You’re enjoying this game you’re playing with him way too much to stop, even though you know you should.

“Left all those marks on my tits and my hips so I’d remember exactly who I spent the night with. Exactly who ate my pussy so well that I creamed all over his face, like the slutty sinner I am, right daddy?”

A mix between a guttural moan and a snarl erupts from his throat and his lips are on yours, slamming you against the wall. He strips the towel from your body, throwing it behind him. He presses his body to yours, rubbing his hard cock against your bare pussy. You moan into his mouth, the friction heaven on your dripping pussy. As much as you’re enjoying the feeling of being pressed up against the wall, you want to be in control. You put your hand in the centre of his chest and push with force. He stumbles back, falling back on the bed with a thump. Before he can react you’re on him, straddling him. You grind your hips down so you’re rubbing over his growing erection. You flick his jeans open, pulling his briefs down just enough to release his cock. Your mouth salivates at the sight of him. He’s so large in your hand, you’re suddenly intimidated.

How the hell did that fit last night?

You drop to your knees, licking the purple head tasting his precum. He moans your name as you swirl your tongue around. The thick veins in his dick throb as you tease him. You lick underneath from the base to the tip and back down. You take him in your mouth, sucking in your cheeks to create a deep suction. The top half of Colson’s body reels up and he stares down at you between his legs, wrapping your hair around his hand and pushing you down. You gag but push deeper until you can feel him down your throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ baby,” he whines as you bob your head up and down, creating a comfortable pace that has him panting and swearing.

You want to stop. A loud voice in your head is screaming at you to stop. The game you started has taken a completely different turn and you don’t know if you can bring yourself to follow through. The throb in your pussy is begging you to satisfy her but your ego is desperate to teach Colson a lesson. Right as he’s on the edge, the precipice just within reach as you continue to work him with your hand and your mouth, red lipstick smearing his cock, you pull away. You stand, dabbing around your mouth to clean away your saliva and fix your lipstick.

“I should probably get dressed,�� you smile down at him sweetly, licking your lips to be cruel.

“What the fuck?” he exclaims and the look in his eyes is pure murder. “You’re just going to leave me throbbing for you like this?” that sentences makes your pussy quiver with desire but you tell her to calm the fuck down.

“Why give you something for free?” you call over your shoulder and disappear into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

Take that motherfucker.

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kissgunkelly · 2 years

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harringtonstudios · 1 year

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HARRINGTONSTUDIOS MASTERLIST

hi! welcome to stories about my latest hyperfixations <3 everything is organized by person/character.

if you want to read anything in particular, or if you have an idea you wanna share, please send in stuff to my inbox!

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last update: march 1st, 2023

MACHINE GUN KELLY

all works are linked in the masterlist above!

DARYL DIXON

walkman: you have a special way of scavenging that gets on Daryl’s nerves.

council: even with the world turned on it's head, somehow you find your way to Alexandria, and back to Daryl Dixon who seems to have a role in determining your fate. (set around s9)

RICK GRIMES

green comet: living in Alexandria means you’ve been pretty sheltered, until now.

heartless: you’re known for being the worst of the Saviors crew, brutal and mean, but Rick somehow manages to uncover a different side of you.

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shesagothgirl · 2 years

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you don’t need me - MGK

He knew something was bothering her. She had been distant, preoccupied with her thoughts, speaking only when spoken to. At first he thought it was the pressure of the album - he had been so consumed with getting ‘Mainstream Sellout’ to number one that he had been neglecting her, spending all his time in the studio or doing press, coming home only to take out his stress on her and go to sleep. She had handled it well, never faulting him for raising his voice or stumbling in intoxicated at all hours of the night. Every morning she got up and made him breakfast, despite whatever confrontation they had the night before. They would eat together at the dining room table, him speaking only of the album, her speaking only words of support, and with a kiss on her head he would be out the front door and she would be left to clean up the mess. It had become a routine, one that he knew he had burdened her with unfairly, but he couldn’t stop himself from needing that number one spot, and so he let months pass, with no real interaction with her, knowing that when it was all over, she would still be there, she always was. But this time it was different. He wasn’t sure when the change happened, but he could see it now, in the smile that never quite reached her eyes, in the tension that he felt each time he touched her, in the way she remained folded into herself as though she was less than.

“Number one album in the country.” He spoke softly, breaking the silence from his seat next to her in the long black limousine. His eyes hadn’t left her from the moment they settled in, his blue gaze boring into the side of her face, studying her every detail. She had barely spoken a word at the celebration dinner, her eyes cast down at her plate, moving the food around in an attempt to make people think she was actually eating. He had been aware of her all night, unable to decide on what was making her so uneasy. “I never thought we would actually get there.” He continued when she didn’t respond, watching as she stares out the open window beside her, taking a pull on the lit blunt between her perfectly manicured fingers.

Y/N knows he’s seeking her approval, and as exhausted as she is of talking about the album, she turns to him with a tired smile pulled at her lip gloss covered lips. “You deserve it.” She spoke sweetly, pulling her eyes from his the moment the words left her mouth, her gaze circling back to the city passing by her. Colson sat up straighter on the black leather seat beneath him, watching as her long straightened hair fell down her shoulder, creating a barrier between them. It was his favorite way that she styled her hair, simple, confident, as was the silk brown mid thigh dress she had clinging to her body, a dress he probably would have made a joke about ripping off her if she wasn’t so disturbed by him.

“Hey,” Colson whispers, his chest beginning to tighten at the anxiety her attitude was creating in him. Reaching forward he brushes her hair back with his long fingers, his hand caressing her shoulder before reaching the back of her neck, applying a small amount of pressure encouraging her to turn her head towards him. Releasing the smoke from another pull on the blunt Y/N turns, her eyes falling on Colson’s, his gaze a mixture of concern and fear. “What’s going on?” He questions softly, his calloused hand moving to the side of her makeup covered face, his thumb rubbing softly across her cheek bone. Y/N inhaled deeply, fighting the urge to lean into his touch. She was in love with Colson, so much that sometimes she had a hard time finding where she stopped and he began. He was everything to her, they had been through what felt like a lifetime together, she would do anything for him, be anything for him, and that was what scared her.

“I’m fine.” Y/N replied, forcing a smile onto her lips. The past few months with Colson had been the hardest of their three year relationship. She had been through album releases before, she knew the amount of stress and pressure he put on himself, she knew he always took it out on her, and she was okay with it, she remained strong, for him, for the light at the end of the tunnel, but this time was different. She felt unheard, unneeded, and unlike every other time, Colson couldn’t kiss it and make it better.

“That’s not what I asked.” Colson says, leaning forward to run his fingers through her hair, but before he does Y/N turns away, back to the window just as the limo pulls to a stop in front of the hotel they had been staying at for the last two days.

“Let’s not talk about it right now.” Y/N states, giving Colson no time to respond before she’s swinging the limo door open, dropping the blunt to the ground, and exiting into the cool night air. Y/N had so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to tell him, but she was aware of the amount of alcohol he had consumed at dinner, she knew that it was nearing close to one in the morning, no good would come from a conversation tonight, so she would save it for the morning.

Colson stayed in his seat only for a moment before he eagerly exited behind her, using quick strides to reach where she had already entered the lobby and was waiting for the elevator to arrive. It killed him to see her like this, so distant, so hurt, he knew he was the cause of it, he just didn’t know how, and he was desperate to put a smile on her face again. The ride in the elevator to the fifth floor was silent, it wasn’t until they were in the large suite, the door locked, Y/N in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of water, that he spoke again. “Please tell me what’s going on.”

Y/N turns to Colson standing in the spacious kitchen in his bright pink suit, his choice of no undershirt giving her the view of his smooth tattooed chest, her favorite part about him. He looked perfect, so handsome, and it would be so easy for her to just fall into his arms and let him make her forget everything. But she couldn’t, so instead she took a sip of her water and avoided his brilliant blue eyes. “Colson, not tonight.”

“Don’t do that.” He says to her, his voice wavering just slightly as he takes a step closer to her. “Don’t act like this, whatever this is, isn’t bothering you, because it’s killing me.” Colson closes the distance between them, placing both his hands on her cheek to tilt her head back, making her look at him. Y/N’s eyes threaten to fill with tears as she breathes to steady herself, his intoxicating cologne clouding her judgment.

“You’ve been drinking.” Y/N says, looking him in the eyes, silently begging him to let this go for the night.

“And you‘ve been smoking.” Colson rebuttals, his gaze steady on the girl who holds his whole heart between her hands.

“That’s not the point.” Y/N sighs, pulling out of his grip and walking around him, desperate to exit the kitchen that now seemed too small. She heads down the hall towards the bedroom, eager to get out of the dress she once felt pretty in.

“Then what is the point, Y/N?” Colson asks, his voice rising as he follows close on her heels. This wasn’t her, she wasn’t like this, she always had a conversation, it’s something that had made their relationship so successful for all this time. It was like he could feel her slipping away, and he would be damned if he let that happen. Standing next to the bed he grips her wrist, pulling her to a stop in front of him. “We don’t do this, we don’t shut each other out.”

Y/N’s eyes begin to fill with tears. Colson is stubborn and an asshole, he can be selfish and unrelenting, but he loves her, and she knows he’s not going to give up until they talk. “You don’t see me.” She whispers, a single tear falling down her cheek making Colson realize the realness of her feelings. Colson steps closer to her, his fingers intertwining with hers as his eyebrows furrow together, his heart cracking at the pain on her face.

“Baby, what are you talking about?” He asks, his words soft and caressing. “I see you, I see you all the time. I see you right now.” A small sob leaves Y/N’s lips as she shakes her head, pulling her hand out of his. She needs to think, she needs to make him understand, and she can’t think when he’s touching her.

“No, Colson, you don’t see me.” She repeats more tears falling as she finally reveals what she’s been holding from him all this time. It’s quiet for a moment as the pair looks at each other, as if the other’s eyes will give some secret away. Colson wants nothing more than to be close to her, to hold her, to tell her he loves her, but he knows she doesn’t want that so he remains where he stands, waiting. “I’m proud of you.” She starts simply. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You deserve every bit of recognition you get from the hard work and dedication you put into this album.” She takes a deep breath, swallowing hard as Colson watches her every move. “You gave your all to this album and that is so so special, but along the way you lost sight of me, of us, and in the end the only thing you cared about was you.” Colson feels like he’s been punched in the gut. How could he not see how this was affecting her? He knew he had been more intense with this album, he knew he could have been treating her better, but he hadn’t realized how far he had gone.

“That’s not fair.” Colson starts, shaking his head making Y/N sigh in frustration, dropping onto the end of the bed beside her. He wasn’t hearing her. “I was focused on the album, yes, but I never stopped caring about you, I could never stop caring about you.” Y/N drops her head, unable to look at the panic in his eyes as he backtracks, trying to defend himself, his choices.

“If I wasn’t in your life, do you think the album would be as great as it is?” Y/N asks, the question coming from left field. Colson knew what she meant, and she was right. The songs on that album never would have been possible if he wasn’t with her. Some of them were about her, most had her influence, her ideas, all had her support. She was a huge part of the ‘’Mainstream Sellout’ album, almost as much as him.

Colson licks his lips, his eyes watching her and her defeated stance. “No.”

“No?”

“No.” He repeated, making Y/N tilt her head up to look him in the eye.

“Then why do you make me feel like I mean nothing to this relationship?” She asks, tears falling down her cheeks. “Like I mean nothing to your music? Like I mean nothing to you?” Colson feels the lump in his throat grow as the girl he’s in love with sobs in front of him. How could he have done this to her? “You don’t need me. And god does that kill me, because I need you, more than anything.”

Colson’s own eyes begin to fill with tears as he slowly takes a few steps towards the broken girl, kneeling down in front of her with a hesitancy as if she might push him away. “Look at me.” He whispers, his voice raspy as he tilts his head lower, trying to meet Y/N’s eye. Slowly she lifts her head, ashamed to have him see her this way. She was always strong in front of him, always. “You mean the fucking world to me.” He says, determined to not let the best thing that’s ever happened to him get away. “I need you, Y/N. I need you. You are the only thing that makes me happy in this shitty life.” The tears fall harder as he moves closer to her, positioning his body between her legs, his hands on either side of her body holding his weight against the bed. “I never meant to make you feel like this album meant more to me than you. Nothing will ever mean more than you.” He continues, reaching up with his right hand to wipe her tears away, her once perfect mascara running down her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N nods, her eyes softening as Colson stands and pulls her into a hug, her head resting against his stomach as his fingers weave through her hair. The two remain unmoving for awhile, Y/N crying into his suit jacket, Colson replaying how close he was to losing the love of his life.

“I love you.” Colson whispers, making Y/N’s head turn to face him, his large hands pushing the loose strands of hair out of her face. Colson had said he loved her many times before, but this one felt different. He knew he would never allow her to feel this way again, especially if he was the cause of it. She knew that he finally saw her, that he understood her feelings.

“I love you.” Y/N whispered back just before Colson pressed his lips to hers, the butterflies she always felt invading her stomach. Their relationship wasn’t perfect, far from it, but they loved each other, and for them that was always enough.

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aestheticimaginesandaus · 2 years

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hey idk if u still take requests but if you do, can you plz do dad!colson? im so obsessed! maybe one where he introduces casie to the baby?

I AM OBSESSED WITH DAD!COLSON SO HERE IT IS!!!

Not proof read. No warnings except maybe some cursing. Just soft dad Colson wanting all of his girls to get along. The baby is a girl but if you want me to change it go ahead. ALSO I normally write Y/N as female but if you want me to change that as well my inbox stays open. This one is a bit short but I wanted to keep like a little memory thing for Colson. As I was writing this, I imagined Colson like laying in bed cause he couldn’t sleep thinking about this moment. Kind of like a comfort thing for him, when all of his girls were getting along and they really became a family. When Casie finally saw Y/N as someone more than just her dad’s girlfriend but as a friend to her.

Colson had been weary of introducing Casie to his new daughter. He wasn’t so much worried she’d be jealous or anything…maybe it was the fact that Casie had been his only daughter for so long, maybe Casie would think that this new baby would be her replacement? ‘Get it together Colson. For Casie.’ He says to himself.

“CASIE COME HERE.” He shouts. Casie runs down the stairs of the house within minutes. “What’s up?” She asks. “I want you to meet the new baby. Y/N is out of the hospital now, and I think it would be good for the both of you. You and the baby, to get to know each other.” He rambles.

Y/N comes home with the baby a few minutes later. “She is so small, and squishy.” Casie states. Colson chuckles and Y/N let’s out that laugh that Colson adores. “Do you want to hold her?” Y/N asks. “Oh, I don’t know..” Casie says reluctantly. “Go and sit down on the couch or something, get very comfortable.” Y/N directs Casie to the couch and lets her get settled. “Hold her like this, support her head. That’s it.” Y/N shows Casie how to hold her, Casie gently takes the baby from her arms and situates her. Casie smiles, her smiles stretches up to her ears and she looks into the baby’s eyes. “She beautiful.” She says in awe. Colson watches as his Casie carefully handles the baby. “What did you name her?” Casie asks. Y/N looks away and Colson chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck. “We haven’t decided yet.” Y/N interjects “We’ve just been calling her baby girl until we come up with something.” She laughs.

Casie chuckles. “Sounds like my dad.” Y/N laughs in agreement. Y/N sits next to Casie and they sit in silence. The baby starts dozing off and Y/N smiles. “I think she likes you.” Casie looks at Y/N and smiles. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom for a minute.” Colson says, interrupting the moment and Y/N shoots him off.

Casie looks at the baby and sighs. “What’s on your mind?” Y/N asks. “I don’t know, it’s stupid.” Casie says.

“Talk to me. That’s what I’m here for.” Y/N reassures.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you guys are starting a family of your own, but what if…” Casie trails.

“Colson loves you, Cass. I know what you’re thinking. But you’re his first daughter and his number one. He’d never replace you, he could never replace you. He loves you so much.” Y/N says. Casie looks at Y/N with tears in her eyes. Y/N hugs her from the side and kisses the top of her head. Casie smiles. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”

Colson listens on the other side of the wall. Tears in his eyes as he watches his favorite girls interact with each other. They don’t know he witnessed the whole thing and he wants to keep it that way.

#colson x reader #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly #imagine #i dont know how to tag help #mgk x y/n #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson imagine

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dancingwithdoom · 11 months

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I hurt myself sometimes, is that to scary for ya

Watch me.

#mgk x y/n #mgk quotes #mine #i just want to sleep #art #beachlife #beachside #florida #keys #self h@rm #mermaid

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prettytoxicrevolver · 11 months

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Machine Gun Kelly

How to Navigate:

❤ Heart = Fluff ★ Star = Taylor Swift Song Fic ⬥ Diamond = My Favorite

Quit ❤

Coffee ❤ ⬥

Short ❤

Shower ❤ ⬥

Vacation ❤

Ball / Walk ❤

5 + 1: Kiss ❤

Drawing ❤

Graduation ❤

Summer ❤

Ex’s Best Friend ❤

Hold Me ❤

#machine gun kelly x y/n #machine gun kelly x reader #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly fanfic #colson baker x reader #colson baker fanfic #colson baker fluff #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly masterlist #mgk x reader #mgk imagine #mgk fanfic #mgk fluff #colson baker masterlist #colson baker x y/n #prettytoxicrevolver fic #prettytoxicrevolver masterlist

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papercuts33 · 6 months

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.Roulette With My Heart.

Pairings: Colson Baker x Reader.

Warnings / Content: Alcohol, Mild Blood, Mild Violence, Gambling, Cheating, Suggestive Terms.

(Y/N) placed another card down on the wooden table, facing another game of roulette. They were slowly climbing to the top of this game, yet wasting their life away. Their lips curl upwards into a small smile, complacent lines trace the futures of their beautiful face. Another card is flipped upwards on the table, spades.

“Better luck next time,” (Y/N) laughs weakly, waving their hand slightly at those trying to grab the cash from their hand. “I told y’all, better luck next time.” (Y/N) hisses between their teeth, venom drips from their slow yet firm words.

They turn around to walk out of the casino, but without warning, the grip of someone’s hand grabs for them from the darkness. (Y/N) muffles a scream as the figure places a hand over their mouth. “(Y/N), it’s me. Colson Baker.”

“Well, I’ll be, it’s Colson.” (Y/N) mocks, as Colson pushes them out into the back alleyway. Colson shoves (Y/N) against the brick wall as (Y/N) violently recoils with a flinch. “Cole, what the heck are you doing?!”

Colson’s calloused hands gently release (Y/N) neck. He leans inward to kiss (Y/N) with a slight restlessness, they fall into Colson’s firm embrace. “Where… the heck have you been?!” (Y/N) whispers, tears freckling in their eyes. In all honesty, they really hadn’t missed Colson at all. Yet, now that he is home... They never wanted him to leave.

“London, New York...” Colson states, he leans away and lights a cigarette. “Tour has kept us away for far too long.” He takes a puff of his cigarette, then leans in and kisses them much more roughly. His lips taste like the salt of tears. Of the bitterness of lost love. Of smoky cigarettes.

“Let me buy you a drink,” Colson offers, taking their pale hand into his own as he leads them back into the bustling bar.

“Depends on what kind of drink,” (Y/N) says darkly, engulfed by a wave of drunken people inside the bar. Colson gently protects them with his extended arm as they hurry through the thick mobs of people.

Finally, they make their way towards a small, wooden bar table in the back. Colson motions towards the obviously broken bar stool, (Y/N) cautiously takes a seat on it as it protests with loud squeaks. Colson sits down right next to (Y/N), the gaze of his ocean blue eyes vacantly set on studying the neon menu board.

“What are you in the mood for, babe?” Colson asks, slapping a wad of cash down upon the wooden table. His lips turn into a smirk. He calls out for a shot of whiskey and it’s immediately delivered to the table.

“Get me a cocktail.” (Y/N) demands sassily, their lips curl into a smirk as well - they reach over and grab for Colson’s calloused hand. “How long are you gonna stay now?” (Y/N) teases, they know he won’t stay for long - again, they don’t really understand how or why they missed him, he always plays roulette with their heart.

“You never know with me, baby.” Colson says he's still smirking in a way that causes (Y/N) stomach to churn inside. He squeezes their hand back and leans forward to press kisses on their temple.

A bartender walks over and places a cocktail glass onto the table - (Y/N) reaches for it and takes a long sip of the fruity concoction before glancing back up at Colson.

“Heard you’re with a new girl?” (Y/N) murmurs, they’re not particularly surprised - Colson has finished his shot of whiskey and stares blankly at the empty glass - (Y/N) taps their fingers impatiently on the wooden table and pushes their cocktail away.

“Why don’t we go on a walk?” Colson suggests, he just wants to get away - go somewhere. Colson pulls (Y/N) up, with his arm tightly around their waist - keeping them close against him. (Y/N) shadily pulls their hood up and slips on some black sunglasses - they have very slight hope to keep the clusters of paparazzi away from either themself or Cole.

“Colson? Colson Baker!” A paparazzi member sticks a microphone into their face violently and it collides with their upper lip - stars freckled through their blurry gaze. “Oh, fuck -!” (Y/N) startles and hurriedly holds a hand to their bleeding mouth. With stars in their eyes, they stumble backwards and collapse to the wooden floor - paparazzi swarms all around them.

Colson starts to retreat from within the bar but, when he notices that they’ve fallen, he instantly runs back to their side - seeing the tears falling down their glassy skin. “Oh god - you’re bleeding.” They can barely hear his soft murmur of a voice over the general deafening chatter of the bar - they look into his crystal blue eyes and he wipes the trickle of blood from underneath their nose. “Babe, you’re bleeding a lot.” Colson whispers softly, he grabs a wad of tissues from his pocket and gently dabs at their bloody lips - The tissues sops with blood and Colson grimaces. Paparazzi swarms closer and Colson shoves them all away, he shouts. “C’mon! They’re bleeding! Leave them the heck alone!” Colson burns with fury - he shuffles his feet and scoops you up in a bridal carry. Squeezing you to his tattooed, bare chest as he jogs out swiftly from the bar - proceeding to slam the door loudly right in the paparazzi's face.

“Shh... Baby girl, you’re alright.” Colson whispers, as they rest their head soundly in the crook of his neck - some dried blood smears on his bare skin. He kisses them and they wrap their arms tightly around his neck.

Rain begins falling heavily - and they shiver as Colson pulls them underneath the awning of the casino. (Y/N) tilts their face towards the gray sky, and feels cooling rain-droplets freckle their face. A shadow-y figure slowly approaches all of a sudden and cozies herself unnervingly close to Cole.

“Cols,” She purrs softly and kisses him on the lips, her slim hands with those perfectly manicured finger-nails suggestively trace the muscles on Colson’s bare chest. She attempts to kiss him again but Colson leans away nervously, his gaze flickering back and forth between her and them.

“M-Megan?” Colson questions in confusion and his hands immediately shoot up to push her away from him - She looks almost offended and her lips curl into a disgusted expression.

“Blonde angel, who the hell is that?” She coos smoothly, pushing back her perfectly styled jet black hair - she cups their face like a baby and playfully pinches at their cheeks, as if to mock them. (Y/N) automatically backs away, and rips her soft hand away from where it had been pinching their cheek. “Blonde angel, what the heck?” They challenge, their eyes flashing with anger as Megan begins to back off as she scoffs in a rude manner, swiftly fixing the creases in her leopard print mini-skirt.

(Y/N) tosses their head sassily, and their curls become slightly wild - their tongue pokes out slightly from between their lips. “I’m his girlfriend.” They say in an offended tone, they flip their hand into their air and swivel their hips - they light a blunt and begin nervously smoking it.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m his wife.” She purrs, holding her slim hand up into the air to reveal it is decorated by one expensive ring and in the background, they can see a soft smile playing on Colson’s lips. He kisses Megan’s temple and traces her smirking lips as she cuddles into Colson’s embrace. “He’s my blonde angel baby.” She says sexily, messing her fingers through his soft, blonde curls. Colson nods in slight agreement, and flashes a tattoo on his forearm that says. ‘Megan Fox.’ He laughs evilly and continues kissing Megan’s puckered lips. “I’m genuinely surprised you didn’t see this coming, babe.” He says sadly, his blue eyes flashing with just a tiny hint of regret.

“You are a whore. Playing me like that.” (Y/N) hisses, they raise their hand and give Colson a firm smack across his awaiting cheek - He barely even flinches but leans forward to cup their face, they flinch away but Colson grabs them roughly by their pink choker. Megan watches on from the side, her face filled with lust and evil intent. She cheers him on. “C’mon, babe. Show that little slut who’s boss!” She encourages as Colson shakes them aggressively and they violently struggle to escape from him. Finally, he releases his threatening grip and drops (Y/N) right down to the wet concrete. They stare up at him and Megan, their eyes filling with tears that beg to escape as they choke out the last words which would ever be said to Colson Baker.

“I’m begging you, stop playing roulette with my heart.”

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findingmyself08 · 8 months

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.Roulette With My Heart.

Pairings: Colson Baker x Reader.

Warnings / Content: Alcohol, Mild Blood, Mild Violence, Gambling, Cheating, Suggestive Terms.

“Let me buy you a drink,” Colson offers, taking their pale hand into his own as he leads them back into the bustling bar.

“You never know with me, baby.” Colson says he's still smirking in a way that causes (Y/N) stomach to churn inside. He squeezes their hand back and leans forward to press kisses on their temple.

A bartender walks over and places a cocktail glass onto the table - (Y/N) reaches for it and takes a long sip of the fruity concoction before glancing back up at Colson.

“M-Megan?” Colson questions in confusion and his hands immediately shoot up to push her away from him - She looks almost offended and her lips curl into a disgusted expression.

“I’m begging you, stop playing roulette with my heart.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #alcohol #cheating #richard colson baker #colson baker #mgk fanfic #mgk #machine gun kelly #y/n #colson baker x reader #y/n x colson baker #roulette #mgk lyrics #songs #Spotify

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emotionalsupportemoboys · 2 years

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Touya-realizing-he’s-in-love-with-you vibes ❤️‍🔥

I fill my lungs 'cause my heart's made of concrete

I looked to God, even he doesn't want me

I grind my teeth in my sleep 'cause of bad dreams

Try to live my life, but this ecstasy's inside me

(Damn) I can't wake up happy

I just took a knife to the strings that attach me

Every day's passing

Everyone's laughing

JFK

They might find my brains in the backseat

I'm trying my best not to

Open up my heart, it's been

Torn apart too many times

But without you, I'd die

And I don't wanna die

Not today, not tomorrow, not tonight

I don't wanna die

I need you, I need you more than life

More than life, more than life, more than life

She's a pretty little liar

Over-analyzer

I fell in love with you

And I don't mind it

But I know, baby

This won't go how we expected

But when I told you that I fuckin' love you, shit, I meant it

She's doing coke in the bathroom

When did I ask you?

Stuck in a bad mood

Slipped and I passed you

Fuck, I'm a bad dude

Guess you're attached to me

Yeah, I guess you're attached to me

I'm trying my best not to

Open up my heart, it's been

Torn apart too many times

But without you, I'd die

And I don't wanna die

Not today, not tomorrow, not tonight

I don't wanna die

I need you, I need you more than life

More than life, more than life, more than life

(More than life, more than life, more than life)

(Life) I need you, I need you more than life

I need you, I need you, yeah

What's the point of living? I heard death is easier

I found the love, but I'm scared I won't keep her

What's the point of living? I heard death is easier

I look over my shoulder and I see the reaper (Reaper)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm trying my best not to

Open up my heart, it's been

Torn apart too many times

But without you, I'd die

And I don't wanna die

Not today, not tomorrow, not tonight

I don't wanna die

I need you, I need you more than life

More than life, more than life, more than life

I need you, I need you more than life, yeah

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feninina · 8 months

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𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙗𝙗𝙜𝙨 ༉‧₊˚.⁀➷

my muses

༘⋆@. ꒱ kendall roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ roman roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ one direction boys.

༘⋆@. ꒱ shiv roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ thimothée chalamet: laurie, lee, nic, kyle.

༘⋆@. ꒱ cillian murphy: himself, tommy shelby, raymond leon, neil lewis, jonathan crane, jackson rippner, j. robert oppenheimer, robert fischer, emmett, tom buckley, kitty braden.

༘⋆@. ꒱ five seconds of summer.

༘⋆@. ꒱ jesse pinkman.

༘⋆@. ꒱ lalo salamanca.

༘⋆@. ꒱ nacho varga.

༘⋆@. ꒱ saul goodman / jimmy mcgill.

༘⋆@. ꒱ anakin skywalker.

༘⋆@. ꒱ adam stanheight-faulkner.

༘⋆@. ꒱ peter strahm.

༘⋆@. ꒱ mark hoffman.

༘⋆@. ꒱ amanda young.

༘⋆@. ꒱ klaus hargreeves.

༘⋆@. ꒱ evan peters: himself, tate langdon, kit walker, kai anderson, jimmy darling.

༘⋆@. ꒱ society of the snow cast. (mostly enzo)

༘⋆@. ꒱ stray kids. (mostly hyunjin)

༘⋆@. ꒱ tom hardy: himself, alphie solomons, eames, reggie kray, tommy colton, eddie brock.

༘⋆@. ꒱ brad pitt: tyler durden, cliff booth, joe black, benjamin button, achilles, jack conrad, david mills.

༘⋆@. ꒱ jacob elordi: himself, nate jacobs, felix catton, him as elvis.

༘⋆@. ꒱ barry keoghan: himself, oliver quick.

༘⋆@. ꒱ reneé rapp: herself, regina george, leighton murray.

(it’s a long list i’m so sorry)

𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧

･῾༘⋆ ⩩ ꜞ i am comfortable writing fluff, nsfw, age gaps, dark themes, violence and i think that for the dark themes it’ll depend on the character, but i will put warnings anyways. however i won’t use slurs, i won’t write about dd/lg and some specific kinks.

･῾༘⋆ ⩩ ꜞ estoy cómoda escribiendo fluff, nsfw, age gaps, temas turbios, violencia y creo q para los temas turbios obviamente dependerá del personaje, pero pondré advertencias de todos modos. de cualquier forma, no usaré slurs, no escribiré dd/lg y algunos fetiches en específico.

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 7 months

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The Tour XII

Warning: swearing, drinking, smut, angst

You’re not sure if it’s out of annoyance or he genuinely wants to but as soon as Colson strides back into the green room, he suggests we all go out and get shit faced. Everyone jumps at the idea and begins discussing places to go, who to invite, what time to go. You listen to the hum of conversation around you, enjoying the fact that no one knows Colson was on his knees half an hour ago. The thought makes your pussy pulse and you cross your legs tightly. Ashleigh and Sophie begin planning outfits and deciding what to do for their makeup and hair. Sophie insists on glamming you up for the occasion as there will definitely be paparazzi and people in the club taking photos. You reluctantly agree and the three of you head back to the hotel to get ready.

“So how did you end up in my clothes after the concert tonight?” Sophie asks as she finishes curling your hair. You look at her face in the reflection of the mirror and instantly blush.

“I spilt something on my clothes,” you mutter, looking away from her to sip your homemade cocktail.

“I call bullshit,” Ashleigh calls from the bedroom behind you. As much as you hate their prying, you love that they both know you well enough to tell when you’re lying.

“Ok but swear to me that you won’t say anything, ok?” you beg with pleading eyes.

Ashleigh is suddenly in the bathroom beside Sophie when you turn on your chair to speak. You don’t really know where to start but you figure you should probably start from the beginning, considering neither of them know the full extent of what the fuck has been going on with Colson and you. You take a deep, steadying breath, square your shoulders and look up at your two best friends.

“Colson and I have been hooking up secretly since the start of the tour,” you don’t wait for them to react before quickly continuing. “When I asked that we put some rules in place, he was a dick, we stopped and I thought that was the end of it. Then he went and made it all confusing by being an asshole to Chase, storming into my hotel room when clearly we went in there to be alone. What made it even more confusing was the fact that he went and apologised for all his shitty behaviour.”

“Classic Kells, act first and think second,” Ashleigh shakes her head with a sigh. You couldn’t possibly agree with her more.

“Yeah well, I made it worse by accepting his apology because he seemed to believe that meant we could go back to hooking up but I shut him down.”

“And how did he take that?” Sophie gives you an all knowing smile and you sink back into your seat with shame.

“You saw how he took it. I ended up making out with him on the bus, remember?” they nod, remembering exactly what you’re talking about because they both walked in on said make out with Rook. “I just didn’t want to get sucked in anymore so I thought that if I forced him to leave me alone, things would go back to normal eventually but instead, I just made things worse.”

“Hey, you can’t blame yourself for this whole thing. Kells is just as much involved as you are except he knows how to put on an act. The fact that he’s choosing not to is more a reflection on him than it is on you,” Ashleigh reassures you but somehow you can’t seem to see things the way she does. Your sole purpose for being here is to keep him in check and you’re failing miserably, according to Francis and Kathy anyway.

You stand up and push your way past them to the clothes Sophie has laid out on the bed for you. It’s not your usual style but you know you have to trust the process when it comes to her choices. Most of the time what she picks out works in your favour but you have to push through the initial shock to see it. This time is no exception.

Laid on the bed is a tight fitting black long sleeve top with a turtleneck, a faux leather skirt with a silver zipper running up the front and black satin thigh high boots. If anyone else suggested this outfit to you, you’d laugh in their face but for some reason when Sophie does, you go with it without question. Still, you grimace internally at the short length of the skirt.

“You still didn’t answer my question though,” Sophie sits you on the bed to start on fixing your makeup now that your hair is done.

“I forgot what the question was,” you lie and you know you don’t fool either of them. Sophie raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow at you and you buckle. “I got wet when I stepped into Colson’s shower and he…ate me out.” you blush a bright red and focus on looking anywhere but at the two of them.

“You are a fucking queen,” Sophie praises you and Ashleigh cheers.

“To a fucking queen!” Ash toasts, raising her solo cup in the air and throwing the entire contents back in one gulp.

They drop the topic after that. You’re not sure if it’s because they sense your discomfort or because they want to maintain your privacy or both but you’re grateful. As much as you love your best friends, you’ve never really been the kiss and tell kind of person, especially when you’re not even really sure what to classify Colson and you at the moment. It feels wrong to be sharing every gory detail, even if they are his friends too.

When your makeup is done, you’ve almost finished an entire bottle of wine and you’ve put the intimidating outfit on, it’s time to meet the guys in the lobby. Ashleigh snaps a few pics of the three of you in the elevator for Instagram and you’re actually really starting to like how the outfit looks on you. When you step into the lobby and all the guys catcall you, you like the outfit even more.

You look around and notice that Colson is missing but Rook assures the group that he’s on his way down. When the elevator dings and Colson steps out, your heart stutters in your chest. Even though you’re trying so hard to be indifferent to him, you can’t help but be flawed every time you see him. His bleach blonde hair, his angular jaw and sharp cheekbones, the way his eyes flicker different shades depending on the lighting of the room, his pink lips always set in a slight pout, the way his nose ring catches in the light. The thing that stands out to you the most though, is his intimidating height. When he walks into a room, everyone knows it because he stands at least a foot taller than most people. There’s something about his tall stature that makes you want to forget your inhibitions and climb him like a tree.

“Let’s fucking party,” he grins at the guys and begins walking through the lobby.

You try your best to stand off to the side and out of his line of sight but Sophie and Ashleigh link their arms with you and drag you with them, making damn sure they get his attention in the process. You can’t help but enjoy the way his eyes bulge slightly as he takes you in. You also like the way you notice him adjusting his dick uncomfortably without drawing any attention to what he’s doing but you know.

There’s a couple of black vans waiting for you all outside. Sophie, Asleigh and you all pile into one of the vans, letting the guys work out who is going in each one. You can’t help the butterflies in your stomach when Colson climbs into the same van as you but they tamper down when he pushes his way to the back, away from you. Ashleigh doesn’t allow you to dwell on it for too long, dragging you into a conversation about the club.

Why the fuck is she dressed like that?

Colson’s already pent up frustration is at a boiling point as he studies your smooth thigh from the back of the van. As if it wasn’t bad enough that you left him high and hard after the concert, now you have to go teasing him with your curves, breasts on full display in your tight top and sexy legs all exposed in your short skirt. Not to mention those boots. He’d pay a lot of money to have you in his room in just those boots. Rook is so invested in what he’s saying that he doesn’t even notice you’ve barely said a word and you’re grateful. This is going to be a long fucking night.

Colson peels his eyes away from you when the van comes to a stop and he can finally free himself. The smell of your perfume is filling his senses and it’s intoxicating enough that he’s not sure he can control himself. When he steps out of the van, he’s immediately greeted by the flash of cameras. A couple of bouncers from the club push their way through and escort you past the paparazzi. Colson has to resist the urge to turn around and make sure you’re ok. He knows that Rook will be standing on one side of you to protect you from the bodies trying to push their way towards you all, holding you to his side.

Lucky bastard.

When you all get into the club a manager with too much cologne and greasy hair directs everyone straight to a VIP section in the back. It sits on a raised platform that gives just enough leverage to see the dancefloor but not so much that it looks like a stage for everyone to gawk at. The lighting is slightly darker in the space, creating shadows in the corners of the couches for privacy. Colson immediately orders a shit ton of drinks, wanting to make sure he’s completely numb so he doesn’t think about you. Easier said than done if you weren’t three feet from him and looking like sex on legs.

When did I start fucking pining?

This was completely new territory for him. He was used to having women throw themselves at him so when you came along and said ‘thanks but no thanks’ it flipped everything upside down for him and he didn’t like it. He was always in control, he didn’t like giving that up for anybody. For you though, maybe he could make an exception.

You loved this club! The music was a mix of all your favourite artists and the DJ didn’t feel the need to constantly interrupt the tracks but talking over the lyrics with dumb catchphrases or shit singing. The dance floor was crowded but not suffocating and there didn’t appear to be many creepy men trying to grind up on unsuspecting women. Colson had ordered several rounds of shots and you were buzzed. You dragged Sophie to the dancefloor and you were so busy enjoying yourself, you barely even felt the pain in your feet from the heels. You’re sure the alcohol probably helped with that.

You were surprised that even the guys decided to join you all on the dance floor but it was entertaining watching Rook and Colson dance some ridiculous ‘routine’ they’d obviously come up with years ago. They adjusted the tempo to each song but the moves were still the same. A lot more shimming than you’re used to seeing two grown men do but entertaining nonetheless.

When an RnB track begins and the beat slows, your own dance moves change. You go from jumping around to grinding and swaying your hips to the beat. You don’t resist when Colson moves closer to you, you like feeling his chest against your arm. You let the music take you. You turn your body so that you’re facing him, winding an arm behind his neck. He presses himself to you and you can feel his arousal through his tight pants. You both sway to the music, his hands on your hips determining your movements. You turn so your ass is right against his crotch. You grind so hard against him, you’re practically dry humping him in the middle of the club. His face is buried in your neck and you can feel the vibration every time he moans.

You’re enjoying yourself way too much but as quickly as it begins, the song changes and a boppy pop song begins to play. You pull yourself away from Colson and return to dancing with Ashleigh and Sophie, Baze and Slim exchange a look but you ignore that. Colson’s glare is so intense, you’re pretty sure he’s plotting your death but you couldn’t care less.

You’re drunk enough that you’re happy but not so drunk you’re going to be sick. It’s a fun balance that you’re not mad about. When you stumble into the silent lobby with Rook, the two of you are in such loud fits of laughter that the night manager shushes you from behind the desk. You giggle an apology to him and all the others scold the two of you. Colson trails behind the group like a sad puppy but you don’t really notice.

You make it to your floor and everyone piles out, mumbling good nights to each other as you each stop at your respective doors.

You’re the last one in the hallway because you’re searching through your clutch for your room key with one eye closed, at least you think you’re alone. Colson grips your wrist and drags you into his room, slamming the door behind him.

“What do I have to do to get you to let me fuck you?!” he growls angrily and you stumble back from the volume of his voice.

“I…” you start but you don’t really know how to end the sentence so you stop to think for a moment. An idea dawns on you and you grin evilly. “Beg,” you whisper seductively.

“W-what?” Colson is staring at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“You heard me, I want you to beg for me to fuck you, right here, right now.”

You’re practically purring in his ear now. Your tongue flicks his earlobe every now again for emphasis. You can tell it’s bringing him to his knees as he sways again. Sweet, innocent you commanding devilish him to beg for your affections? Unheard of.

“Please baby, I need you,” he whines and you smile against his neck.

“What do you need?” you kiss his jawline.

“Your…dripping wet pussy on my throbbing cock while you scream my name.”

You didn’t expect something so dirty to come out of his mouth and you can’t help the blush that spreads across your cheeks. You’d think after reading so many dirty novels that you could control your reactions but you know that there is a huge difference between reading a fictional character and actually listening to a living, breathing guy saying it. Especially when it’s a guy like Colson and especially when he’s saying those things about you.

“Demanding thing aren’t you?” you tease him with a tight smile.

If he knew how much you were throbbing for him, your control would be revoked and you’d be putty in his hands. You trail your fingertips down his chest and he watches the path they lead to the hem of his t-shirt. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was panting with anticipation. You want to tease him but the aching between your legs is begging you to stop being so damn cruel to her. When you lift his top and scrape your nails over his ‘Almost Famous’ tattoo, he all but falls to his knees in front of you.

“Please?” Colson whispers against the shell of your ear and you know exactly what he wants.

You cup his growing erection in the palm of your hand and gently rub against his jeans. He lets out a shuddering breath and throws his head back, resting himself against the door. You watch as he all but crumbles in front of you. A mixture of pleasure and relief plastered across his face but then anguish. You pull your hand back and cup it against your chest protectively.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” you mutter and step away from him, he follows you though.

“No, please don’t stop,” he’s begging you again but this time, you’re not enjoying it.

Your vagina is cursing you out but you tune her out. Every time you try to get some distance between you and Colson, he follows. You end up jumping across the bed so that he can’t follow you. You hold up your hand to halt him and even in the dim light from the lamp, you can see the hurt in his eyes. You know you’re being cruel and confusing but you can’t help it. You have questions you need answered and half drunk and horny Colson is the only one that will give them to you.

“What is this?” you wave a hand between the two of you and he groans.

“Why do you women need everything defined?” he scrubs his hands over his face and sits on the floor with a huff. “Just enjoy the goddamn moment and be grateful.”

“Grateful for you? I don’t fucking think so.” for the second time tonight, Colson looks at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Who’d be grateful for a selfish, moody, cruel man like you? One minute you’re warm and gentle and the next you’re giving everyone that ‘fuck off’ attitude you’ve perfected and not talking to anyone for days. You’ve made Ashleigh’s life a living hell over the last few months and you could care less,” he winces but you’re not finished. “One of your oldest friends in the world and all you’ve done is be an asshole to her for no good reason.”

“Fuck you! Just because you don’t know the reason, doesn’t mean it’s not a good one,” he spits at you and you step back like he’s pushed you.

“Ok, fine then. What’s the perfectly justified reason for why you’ve been such an asshole to everyone? Why have you been drinking, screwing and snorting your way to an early grave no matter who it hurts?”

“BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE!” he screams and jumps to his feet.

You’ve seen Colson get mad, hell you’ve seen him in fights with actual punches and blood, but this mad is so different. He practically morphes into a new person before your eyes and it terrifies you. You try to not show it but you can tell by the way he tries to calm himself that he notices your fear.

“I…I never thought I’d be the guy whose happiness depends on another person but when she left, I couldn’t shut the voices up.”

By ‘she’, you can only assume he’s referring to his ex fiance Megan who left him for her ex-husband and to be honest, he’d made it seem like the whole thing didn’t bother him. No one was stupid enough to believe him but given that he pretty much jumped back into single life and didn’t start acting out until 12 months after their break up, everyone assumed the two were unrelated. You should’ve known better and you feel guilty that you didn’t.

“I thought you didn’t care,” you whisper but then you smack yourself for saying something so dumb.

“To be honest, I didn’t. We hadn’t been happy for a long time and I was relieved when she ended things. The anxiety started when I asked myself one question ‘why wasn’t she happy with me?’ and then ‘what’s wrong with me?’. It just played on some already pretty strong insecurities.”

It made sense. You’d gone through enough break ups to know that even if it’s the most amicable break up in the history of break ups, you always end up asking yourself those exact same questions and sometimes the unknown will eat you up inside. You have this uncontrollable thought that you’re the problem, that one particular thing you did, what it was you’ll never know, pushed that person to stop loving you. Makes them realise you’re not right for them, not good enough for them, not desirable enough for them. If you don’t have strong-will and a little bit of self-confidence and esteem, the thoughts become all consuming and you never open yourself up to anyone ever again.

“There were other issues that already existed so I’m not blaming everything on that but I thought if I pushed people away, I could at least minimise the damage.”

“What were the other things?” you ask before you can stop yourself and judging by the look on his face, you don’t want to know the answer.

“You,” he whispers and your breath stills.

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Why are you here?

Nate Jacobs x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: a lil bit of smut, suggestive lyrics ig, there is so much song fics i deeply apologize, cursing, this is before Maddy but they’re in junior year already, so like beginning of junior year, Y/N HAVING THE MOST SELF RESPECT, Nate Jacobs, mgk song 🤠,italics are flashbacks,^ this means start the song 💋 hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

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Summary: Nate and Y/N are so bad for each other

posted: February 12,2024

Nate and Y/N broke up two months ago and Nate still thinks they’re together. She can never move on. He definitely cannot move on. They are terrible for each other and they know that but they still find each other. ^

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

You were at some random party. Maddy forced you to come. You were having fun until you saw him, your ex, on some other girl grinding on her. You can’t be mad. You had a date but still why is he with another girl.

_____

It was 12:05 you guys were both in the bathroom.

Fucking.

You can’t believe you did this.

“I can’t believe I did this! Get out of me Nate!” He finished and you were freaking out. You put your hands on your face freaking out. The main reason you were mad is because this is not the first time this happened.

“Calm down Y/N it’s not that serious.”

“To you! I promised myself that this bathroom thing will not happen again!” You rushed out of the bathroom leaving him.

I'm not myself

I'm not myself when you're around, no

Can't be helped

We are insane, that's just the way it goes

Nate and Y/N are back together for the tenth? time and it’s good for now.

Until you saw him with Maddy.

_____

“Maddy, Nate? Are you serious?”

“It’s not that serious Y/N.”

“You always say that! But if it was my ex you would be throwing a bitch fit!”

and he did.

**Flashback**

“Why the fuck were you talking to him!” Nate was screaming because you talking to your ex.

He accidentally bumped into you and said sorry and you said it’s fine.

That was the whole conversation.

“I’m sorry is two words talking now?! All I said was it’s fine!”

“Bullshit!”

You rolled your eyes. “Unbelievable Un fucking believable!”

**End of Flashback**

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told me keep on all the lights

I'ma show you what you like

Two months later. Everyone is at a party.

And Nate is trying to get back together again.

“Come on you know we’re perfect for each other!”

“No we’re really not Nate. Please leave me alone. I have pepper spray and a pocket knife in my bag.” Then you walked away trying to leave.

Help you put back on your clothes

Make sure nothing's on your nose

Ain't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

“We’re really not right?” Nate said smirking. The bathroom shit happened again.

“Shut the fuck up Nate.” You said rolling your eyes. He can see you struggling with your dress and helps you.

“Oh I bet you’re gonna brag about this huh? ‘Oh yea I fucked her again!’ right?”

“I actually never told anyone about this.” You just roll your eyes and left. That is such bullshit.

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

“Fuck!” You said finishing. He groaned and slipped out of you. “We really need to stop this nonsense Nate.”

“Why Y/n? Nothing is going wrong.”

“To you Nate! I promised myself I wouldn’t do this shit with you again!” He tried to speak but you just left. He smirked and left slightly after.

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

“We can never be friends. We are way past that point.” You said while in Nate’s room. He asked if you guys can talk and you said yes.

“Yea friends don’t do what we do.” He said laughing.

“This isn’t funny Nate! We’re done. I’m done.” You said trying to walk out but he grabbed your arm. “If you’re done why was I inside you last night?”

“Ugh you’re an asshole!”

“I know. So I’ll see you in the bathroom Y/n.” You didn’t say anything and left like always.

I couldn't cry

I need to smoke, I'm feeling sick inside

From seeing you next to a friend of mine

We didn't speak but I read your mind

Both telling lies, our alibis didn't work this time

It’s been six months since you guys last fucked in the bathroom. And you’ve been taking care of yourself not worrying about Nate. You’re with McKay just talking, not anything special just catching up as two friends.

Nate saw this and just walked out, mad that you’re not talking to him or laughing with him. He’s so fucking angry.

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told her keep on all the lights

You can show me what you like

“Hey angel.” You jumped because you didn’t know he was in there, in your room. “Nate get out.”

“You know you don’t want me to do that. I just wanna see you.”

“Well I don’t want to see you so get out.” He starts getting closer and the back of your knees hit the bed causing you to fall on the bed. He slowly comes on top of you and starts kissing, biting, and licking your neck.

“Nate stop.” You said pushing him away.

“You don’t really want me to stop do you?” You just stay silent and he takes off your shirt then his own.

“Ima show you what you like baby.”

Help me put back on my clothes

Make sure nothing's on my nose

Can't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

Nate and Y/n are now dating (again) but secretly this time. You didn’t want the backlash from your friends and Nate was going with it because you told him too. He couldn’t give less of a fuck.

You guys are about to go to a party but got occupied with each other. Before you were about to go. “Wait Nate, you have stuff on your nose.” You said as you wipe the ‘stuff’ off his nose.

“Thanks baby.”

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

Nate and Y/n broke up again. They were at a party, saw the other with someone else, 12:05 hit the clock and they were back in the bathroom.

“We really need to stop Nate!”

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

You were calling Nate seeing if he’s busy and he picked up immediately.

“Hey angel.” You roll your eyes. “Hi Nate.”

“Why are you calling me?” You can hear the tiredness in his voice but you ignore it.

“I was saying that it’s over like forever. And I’m probably gonna go back but I just want some type of closure.”

“Ok…” He sat up in his bed and was about to say something but you beat him too it. “So bye Nate.”

Yeah, I know that I said I was at home

Okay, yeah, you caught me

I thought that you said you were all alone

Look at you lying

You’re at another party and you saw Nate. He said he was home. You walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder and he turned around looking like he seen a ghost. “I thought you were home Nate. I want to talk to you.”

“Don’t pin this on me Y/n. You said you were all alone. Look at you lying.”

“Shut the fuck up. Now come on I want to fuck you one last time before I actually end this.” His mouth opened a little bit but he smirked.

“Lead the way angel.”

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

After you guys were done. You sat on the sink and he sat across from you on the bathtub.

“Were you serious about you ending things for good?” He said breaking the silence. You just nodded and his head went in his hands.

“I really hate the way you make me feel Nate. We gotta end this for good. The only reason it didn’t happen sooner was because you didn’t want to end. You gotta let go Nate.”

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends

After you told Nate that it was over, he went completely MIA, missing classes, not going to practice. He can’t even fathom that this is happening. He thought you guys were forever.

That Y/n and Nate were forever.

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

An: HSIEJDIDJ ok but if you didn’t get the time placement THIS IS BEGINNING JUNIOR YEAR meaning that it just started so basically Y/n was Nate’s villain origin story 😔 BUT HOPED YOU ENJOYED MY LOVERS 🤍🤍

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Worthy of Love - mgk

description; y/n and Colson attend a house party. Things get out of hand when y/n’s past confronts them.

warning: swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of smut

Colson stood in the overcrowded kitchen, a solo cup in one hand, a blunt in the other, his icy blue eyes scanning the makeshift dance floor where a sea of bodies moved together to a trap song that he didn’t recognize. On a typical Saturday night he might be out there with them, jumping obnoxiously, majorly intoxicated - but tonight wasn’t a typical Saturday night. With the stress of the upcoming album, Colson didn’t feel like partying, from the moment he stepped through the threshold he regretted ever saying yes to his friends’ relentless begging. Taking a hit from his blunt, Colson felt the smoke fill his lungs, an attempt to take the edge off, his gaze settling on the middle of the dance floor where his girlfriend of two years stood in her all black outfit that hugged all the right places, engulfed in the arms of Sophie Llyod, the newest member of his band, the two women moving playfully to the beat of the music beating through the speakers. He watched as Y/N laughed, her infectious smile making one pull at his own lips, her long hair flowing gracefully down her back, her hips moving seductively to the music. If he had it his way, she would be pinned beneath him, their bodies wrapped together between their black satin sheets, but instead he was here, watching her from afar and deprived of her touch.

“I didn’t think you were gonna come.” a voice speaks, pulling Colson’s eyes from the dance floor to Brandon Allen, his best friend that had spent over an hour trying and failing, or so he thought, to get him to attend his celebratory album release houseparty. Colson chuckles, shaking his head as his eyes fall back on Y/N, who is moving her body against Sophie’s, securing the attention of the crowd around them.

“I didn’t plan on it.” Colson replies, tipping his head in the direction of the girl that forced him out of the house. “This was all her.” Brandon follows his gaze to the dance floor and smiles when he sees her. She had been a blessing in disguise when she stumbled, quite literally, into their lives all those years ago. Brandon could remember clearly the way Colson clung to her when she lost her footing exiting the VIP section of the urban night club, the two of them hitting it off almost instantly. It wasn’t long before Y/N was joining studio sessions and late night team meetings, becoming a best friend, as if she had been there all along, until, for her and Colson, being best friends wasn’t enough.

“She looks good.” Brandon says, a sense of pride filling his chest. He could tell, even from as far away as he was, that for the first time in a long time, she was genuinely happy. She radiated a glow that he missed seeing, and he knew Colson was the source. He and Y/N were made for each other, two individuals that were put on this earth to bring out the best in the other.

“She feels good.” Colson agrees, smiling as he watches Y/N sway to the beat of the music. She had come so far, learning how to love herself again, learning how to trust, he was proud of her. Colson had never loved anything the way that he loved her. He could think better when she was around, breathe better, life was easy with her. She unknowingly had him wrapped around her finger, and he wanted desperately to keep it that way. His eyes hungrily followed the curves of her body, teasing him with each swing of her hips and it was taking every inch of will power he had not to move from his spot and drag her back home.

Y/N could feel the sweat dripping down her back beneath her cropped black tank top, her body vibrating from the two shots of tequila she and Sophie had consumed four songs ago. She knew the moment that Brandon began blowing up Colson’s phone that they would be attending his party. She wanted him to let loose and enjoy the accomplishment of another successful album with the people he cared about most. He and his team had worked long nights and early mornings for months with the intent of the number one spot and despite Colson’s insistent perfectionist side, she knew there was no way ‘Mainstream Sellout’ was anything less than number one. He begged her to stay home, tempted her with the press of his soft lips against every inch of her body, teased her with his pink nail painted fingers weaved into her hair, but he knew he was no match for her, and in the end he was watching her eagerly pick out matching outfits for them and asking him if she should go “full glam” for her makeup look. “I need a drink!” Sophie yelled, pulling Y/N from her thoughts, the blonde girls statement making her realize her own thirst

Nodding her head eagerly Y/N intertwined her fingers with Sophie’s, allowing the guitarist to pull her through the sea of sweaty bodies and in the direction of the kitchen, oblivious to the tall, lurking man behind her until her name was leaving his lips. Slowing her steps, Y/N glances over her shoulder, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes connected with the pair of eerily familiar brown eyes she knew all too well. “Corey.” Sophie, sensing Y/N’s sudden hesitation, turns to face the pair staring at each other, being so new to the group, she didn’t recognize Corey or that he was Y/N’s ex-boyfriend.

“I was hoping you’d be here tonight.” Corey started casually, taking a step closer to Y/N, instinctively making her take a step away, her back colliding with Sophie’s chest. “Look, I just want to talk.” Corey continues, his anger beginning to grow at the way she cowers from him. Corey hadn’t seen Y/N in years, the last time being the morning he left for work, returning home later that day to an empty house cleared of all her belongings.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Y/N states softly, feeling the confidence she had spent the last four years building slipping from her grasp. Sophie slides her arm around Y/N’s waist, clearly seeing that whatever the situation was between the two of them, it wasn’t a safe one.

“Come on girl, I’m parched!” Sophie exclaims, pulling on Y/N’s waist, the young girl’s body easily moving with Sophie’s desperate to get away from Corey and all the memories he brought back. Corey feels the tension fill his body and he knows that if she gets away he won’t get another chance to be alone with her, so he latches his fingers around her wrist, tugging roughly to halt her movement, Y/N stumbling over her own feet. “What the fuck?” Sophie spits out, stepping around Y/N to shove at Corey’s chest, her hand just barely connecting with his chest before two hands are swiftly moving her to the side and replacing her is an agitated Colson.

He had been watching the entire interaction from the kitchen - controlling the way his blood boiled at the sight of Corey, ignoring the way he wanted to wrap his hands around his neck when he took a step near Y/N. Although Colson could see what Corey’s presence was doing to her, he was impressed with how Y/N had stood her ground, and for a moment he didn’t think he was going to have to intervene, until he put his hands on her. When they first met, it had taken Y/N month’s to trust Colson with the truth about the toxic relationship between her and Corey. He was sick to his stomach each time he thought about the way he hurt her and all the bruises she spent their whole relationship covering up. Corey had broken her down into a shell of herself, and it wasn’t until her run in with Colson that she discovered she was more than someone’s punching bag. “Corey,” Colson starts, his left hand finding Y/N’s right, intertwining their fingers together as he feels her left hand latch onto his forearm, hidden behind Colson’s 6’4 figure. “What are you doing here?” Every fiber in his body wanted nothing more than to connect his fist to Corey’s face, but in an attempt to keep his cool, he chose his words carefully.

“Kells, it’s good to see you, dude!” Corey greets, a fake smile plastered to his face. Ever since Colson had come into Y/N’s life he was a nuisance to Corey. He was the reason Y/N grew the confidence to leave him, to ruin their relationship and embarrass him. But Corey was no idiot, and knowing Machine Gun Kelly could get him a long way in life. Corey reaches for a handshake that Colson doesn’t return. By now a small circle has been made around the group, the dance floor unusually still as everyone watches the tense encounter. “I just wanted to talk to Y/N, clear some things up between the two of us.” Corey explains, Y/N’s grip tightening on Colson’s. She hated the way Corey made her feel; so insecure and small, so insignificant- feelings that Colson spent day after day mending until she saw herself how he saw her.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you.” Colson retorts, his gaze never leaving Corey’s. Y/N lets out a breath, her stomach tightening, she couldn’t help but think about what would have happened if Colson wasn’t there, but he was, he always was.

“Come on, man, you can’t seriously believe all the shit she’s saying about me.” Corey practically shouts, a desperate attempt to defend himself making the anger in Colson grow. Corey didn’t realize how much self control was holding Colson back. “She broke up with me to be with you. Her being a slut doesn’t make me an abuser.” The words are out of Corey’s mouth and into the air before he can stop it, and within seconds, Colson’s releasing his grip on Y/N, his right fist connecting with Corey’s mouth: once, twice, three times.

Y/N lunges forward, grabbing onto Colson’s arm, realizing the situation and the hundred people surrounding them watching it unfold. She could practically see the next TMZ article commenting on MGK’s bad attitude and unfortunate personality, she would be damned if his image was tainted because of her asshole of an ex. “Colson, stop.” From her peripheral vision she could see Brandon pushing through the crowd trying to get to Colson before things went too far. Colson was bent over Corey’s body that lay flat on the ground, his fist wrapped around the collar of his t-shirt, his other hand pulled back, aimed for Corey’s nose when Y/N tried again. “Please,” She shouted, tugging desperately at his arm, panicked at the thought of his life being ruined because of her. The word, acting as a trigger, immediately pulled Colson’s attention to Y/N, dropping his hands roughly from the beaten body beneath him.

“If I ever catch you near her again, you’re dead.” Colson muttered, so quietly that only Corey and few people standing close enough could hear before he straightened to his full height, turning to face Y/N for the first time since the altercation began. Behind him Brandon had gotten to Corey, he and Rook, who was somewhere outside when things begin, lifting him from the ground to remove him from the party. Colson’s eyes found Y/N, who stood in worry for her boyfriend, anxious to be in his arms. She was sure he hadn’t been hit, but everything had happened so fast, she needed to make sure. Colson released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in, and started walking through the crowd, his fingers grazing Y/N’s bare arm as he passed her and headed down the hall towards the bathroom, needing to settle himself. Y/N was hot on his heels, slipping into the brightly lit bathroom behind him, closing and locking the door.

Colson sat on the closed seat of the toilet, his head in his hands as he took a few deep breaths. He could usually control himself better than that, especially around Y/N. He worked continuously to keep violence away from her, to avoid anything triggering, but hearing him call her a liar, insinuating that their relationship started unloyally when it was anything but, it made his blood boil. He could remember the day clearly that Y/N had called him crying, the black eye she had when she answered her front door was enough from him to demand she leave with him right then. They packed her stuff and the guest room at Colson’s became hers, he spent the night rocking her to sleep, reassuring her that she was safe and that he would never let anyone hurt her again. “I’m sorry.” Y/N whispers, standing by the doorway as she watches Colson cautiously.

“Don’t.” Colson says quietly, shaking his head as he looks up and into her worried eyes. “Don’t apologize for him.” Colson continues, reaching his hand out to grab hers pulling her closer until she’s crouched in front of him, her hands resting on his knees. “I shouldn’t have lost my cool like that.”

“Are you kidding?” Y/N laughs, her hand reaching up to push Colson’s messy pink hair out of his brilliant blue eyes. “The prick deserved it.” Y/N smiles, running her fingers across his cheek bones. She had spent so many years trapped with Corey that she never would have imagined herself here, placed before a man that loved her more than life, that would do anything for her, give anything for her, she never knew she was worthy of love, until Colson.

“He did, huh?” Colson laughs, placing his hands on both of Y/N’s cheeks, his eyes boring into hers.

“Thank you.” Y/N says softly.

“For what?”

“For protecting me, for loving me.” She speaks, her words sending a chill up his spine. “How did I get so lucky?”

Colson smiles, running a hand through Y/N’s long hair, his forehead pressed to hers. “Nah baby, I’m the lucky one.” Colson presses his lips to hers, reveling in the way her lips feel against his. He knew she was his soulmate, the only person in the world he could imagine his life with, he was irrevocably hers.

“See if we would have just stayed home like I wanted to, none of this would have happened.” Y/N teases, knowing that the events of tonight never would have occurred if she would have just listened to Colson.

“Yeah, yeah, very funny, can we go home now?” Y/N laughs as she places another kiss on his lips before standing and pulling him up with her. She would spend the rest of the night, and probably the next morning, making it up to him the way he wanted from the start, wrapped around each other.

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