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senditcolton · 7 months ago

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So Tragic and Rare

April (pt. 15)

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Us Weekly Article

ARE SPARKS FLYING FOR KEELY HALLORAN? It seems that Keely Halloran may have found a new muse for her songs. Rumors are swirling that the rockstar may be off the market. Since her last relationship with Colson Baker (aka Machine Gun Kelly) Halloran has kept her personal life out of the public eye. However, sources close to the rockstar have seen her spending long hours on the phone with someone, often talking to whoever is on the other end of the line in greens rooms at late night shows. Her friends have also noted a shift in her energy, a sense of calm that seemed completely at odds with the rockstars life a few months ago. Who is this mystery person that has seemed to capture the punk princess' heart? That is still unknown. Is it another musician? Another actor? Or has Halloran started looking for love in a different career path? Many fans started 'shipping' her and Boston Bruins goaltender Jeremy Swayman after Halloran - who has never been shy in her support of her hometown sports team - performed at the NHL All-Star game in February, not to mention the singer's appearance at a Bruins game in March. Suppose we will find out soon.

chichelshawks Tweet March 31 If she is seeing Jeremy Swayman, I'm going to combust.

kellymattison7 Tweet April 1 I just hope she's found someone that makes her feel secure and comfortable and happy. After a terrible long-term relationship followed by a toxic rebound, she deserves some peace.

bestbejeweled Tweet April 1 Can we stop talking about her relationship status? I think we've beaten that horse to death.

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canes Playoff Bound!!

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gettyentertainment Keely Halloran has arrived at the iHeartRadio Music Awards wearing a custom Versace gown.

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TMZ Alert

MANESKIN PERFORMANCE WOWS AT IHEARTRADIO AWARDS

BuzzFeed Tweet April 3

Keely Halloran was the most relatable celeb at the iHeartRadio Awards

erinjoy981 Tweet April 4

these 'spot the difference' games are getting harder and harder

hamilton_k816 Tweet April 4 It's such a shame that we didn't see this side of her until recently. She's so fun!!

halloranhollerin Tweet April 5

Me when Keely Halloran breathes

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nhlbruins Bringing this energy to the playoffs!

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bostongal2871 Using a Keely song in a video with Jeremy? I see what you're doing admin.

nhlbruins we have no idea what you're talking about 😏

Gossip Galore Article

MANESKIN REVEALS KEELY HALLORAN WROTE 'BABY SAID' In a recent interview with Vogue, Damiano David - the lead singer of Italian rock band Maneskin - revealed that rockstar Keely Halloran was one of the main writers on their latest single 'BABY SAID', which the band performed at the iHeartRadio Awards with Halloran in the audience. David states that Halloran sent the almost completed song to him, stating that she knew it would fit perfectly on their upcoming album RUSH! Knowing that it was Keely who penned these salacious lyrics (lyrics such as "you can talk between my legs"), it makes us wonder where she got her inspiration from. Could it be a reference to the relationship rumors that have been circulating recently?

halloitsme Tweet April 10 KEELY WROTE BABY SAID!?!?!??!?

krillthethrill Tweet April 10 Who thinks it's about All-Star weekend? Raise your hands! - reply by daniellaqua 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌 - reply by sickvick oh my god, guys! she went to a Bruins game a month later!?! Swayoran = real???

billiebobbed Tweet April 11 Am I the only one who thinks it's about Damiano? Like look at this moment from the iHeartRadio Awards

- reply by k_mitchlang184 you have a point! i thought it was just another drunk/funny moment but what if there were real emotions behind it? - reply by keelingtime sure, because she obviously sleeps with every male artist she collabs with. do you hear how stupid that sounds? - reply to keelingtime from missmisery agreed! we already went through this with Post Malone.

supamodelitalia Tweet April 13 Well, if I didn't love the song already, I sure do now.

a/n: uh-oh. here comes the drama!! no one said being with a rockstar would be easy.

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hollywoodxwhore · 2 years ago

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Ours | Chapter 15

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!

Warnings/Content: Mentions of suicide, mentions of pills, sad Colson, swearing, emotional reunions, the downfall of MF, smut (18+), makeup sex, lovemaking

Thank you so much for all the support on the last few chapters. I know the angst is heavy and it's not going away just yet. But I wanted to include some smut to break up all the sadness. Hope y'all enjoy!

Colson

The sleeping pills helped me to fall asleep, but they didn’t help me stay asleep.

I’m not sure what time it is because I haven’t picked up my phone or glanced at the clock on the wall. Instead, I’m lying on my side looking out the window. All I can see are buildings, a corporate wasteland. It’s a dreary day, clouds threatening to rain but not quite letting it go yet.

I’m so fucking thankful for Cash. I’m so glad he stopped me from going through with it. I will forever be grateful for the fact that I wasn’t able to kill myself. I can’t believe I was even thinking of it. But at the same time, everything feels so fucking destitute. The world still believes I’m an abuser. I pushed the person I love the most away. I’m in the hospital because my mental health hit a scary low. I’m glad I’m alive, but I’m not sure how I’m supposed to pull myself out of this.

“Mr. Baker?” The voice is soft and I roll over to see who it is. It’s Dr. Schultz, standing in my doorway. She smiles softly. “May I come in?”

“Sure,” I croak, slowly moving to a sitting position.

“Did you get some sleep?” she asks, coming over and having a seat beside my bed.

I shrug weakly. “A little,” I admit.

“You’re going through a lot,” she remarks. “It’s understandable to struggle.”

I nod, averting my eyes. God, I don’t want to cry again. I never fucking cry, but I’ve cried so much the past few days. Hell, the past month.

“It’s 7:00,” Dr. Schultz says. “Your brother in law is here. We are ready to discharge you if you’re ready.”

I blink and glance at her. “Just him?” I ask.

“As far as I know, yes,” Dr. Schultz says with a nod. “Are you comfortable going home? We have options. There are treatment facilities–”

“I’m ready,” I say. What I’m not ready for is a treatment facility. I need to be home with my wife. But I’m not sure she’s even coming home.

I’m discharged fairly quickly and Dr. Schultz walks me out the side door. She gives me her direct receptionist’s number and tells me to call her if I ever need anything. I thank the doctor and she gives me a hug. I’m surprised by the gesture but it makes me feel better.

Cash is standing against his car and he straightens when he sees me. As the doctor goes back inside, I approach Cash who throws his arms around me. “You okay, brother?” he asks.

“I’m alright,” I sigh. “Cash…”

“Let’s get you home,” Cash says. “We can talk in the car.” I nod and climb into the passenger’s seat. Cash drives away from the hospital and we’re both quiet for a few minutes.

“Cash,” I say again. “You should know that I’m not…I’m not a risk.”

“Okay,” Cash says quietly, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I can’t believe I ever had those thoughts in my head,” I confess. “It’s not what I want. Okay? I want to be alive. Things just got…”

“Heavy?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “Heavy.”

“That’s okay,” Cash says quietly. “You’re not alone, man. Everything’s going to be okay.”

I’m not sure how he could possibly know that. Nothing has changed. Megan is still a lying bitch and the world still hates me. We’re quiet the rest of the drive.

I have my eyes closed as we pull up to the house and I trudge behind Cash up to my door. I type in the passcode and the door swings open. I take one step inside before I realize we’re not alone. I look up to see everyone waiting for me. Everyone. Liv, Ash, Slim, Baze, Rook.

And Presley.

My knees almost buckle but I keep it together. Presley is here. And she’s so fucking beautiful, even without makeup, her eyes swollen from crying. Her face is a map of emotion when I look at her: sadness, guilt, love. I want so badly to scoop her into my arms but I don’t know what to do quite yet. “Hi,” I croak.

The others greet me, and the longer I study them, realization creeps in. Why do they all look so…serene? Almost…proud? “What’s going on?” I ask.

“It’s over,” Ashleigh says. “That’s what’s going on.”

I scratch the back of my neck, cocking my head in confusion. “What’s over?”

“Megan’s career. Her reputation,” Rook says, eyes flashing with a combination of indignation and pride.

“Presley got proof,” Ashleigh says, and my eyes flick over to my wife. She looks small somehow, standing there with her arms crossed protectively over her chest.

“Proof?” I ask, brow furrowing. Presley nods, but she stays quiet.

“Your girl went into the fuckin’ lion’s den,” Slim says, wrapping an arm around Presley’s shoulders. “She went to Megan’s, got her to confess, and recorded her confession.”

“Your girl is a fucking badass,” Baze says with a grin.

“We all posted the confession on Instagram,” Slim continues. “Within twenty minutes, Megan’s reputation was fucking ruined.”

I blink, shaking my head. “I don’t understand…”

“Your name is cleared, baby,” Presley says. The use of the pet name startles me, fills my chest with hope.

I stare at them all, bewildered. “Really?” I ask, scared to hope but doing it anyway. Could it really be over?

“Our posts have been shared hundreds of thousands of times,” Slim says. “Everyone fucking hates Megan now.”

“She even confessed to hitting you,” Rook says. “Now you guys have a great case for defamation.”

My hands tremble and I look at each of them, trying to comprehend what’s going on. “It’s…over?” I ask. “You swear?”

Presley takes a tentative step forward. She looks timid and it breaks my heart. She nods. “It’s over, Cols.”

There’s a moment of silence, stillness. And then, at once, it’s like we all come to life. At the same time, Presley and I lunge for each other and her limbs wrap around me so tightly it’s almost hard to breathe. I cling to her and breathe in her scent, shaky with emotion. Relief is the strongest one. The others hug too, laughing and celebrating.

I can’t believe I almost missed this. I almost gave up, and then Megan really would’ve won. But she lost. She fucking lost. There’s no coming back from this. I laugh against Presley’s neck even as tears fill my eyes. I never, ever want to put her down. My girl, my hero.

“I can’t fucking believe you went to her house,” I say.

She pulls back from the hug but stays in my arms. Her green eyes are watery and she gives me a wobbly smile. “Anything for you.” I secure one arm under her butt and cup her cheek, pulling her in for a hard kiss. Our tears mingle on our faces but I don’t care. It’s the most perfect kiss I’ve ever felt.

We kiss for a few minutes, both of us crying and laughing at the same time. “I’m so sorry I left,” Presley whimpers into my mouth. It’s then that I realize it’s gone quiet around us. I turn around in time to see Cash closing the door, leaving us alone in our foyer. As much as I’m thankful for everyone, all I want is to be alone with Presley right now.

We don’t even make it to the couch. I sink onto the floor right where we are, Presley still wrapped around me. She cups my face, then lets her fingers wander across my cheekbones, my forehead, through my hair. Her eyes map out my face, almost rememorizing it. I can’t believe I almost left her behind. God.

I cup her face and kiss her hard. She makes a soft sound in response, her hands pressing to my cheeks as she kisses me back. I’m desperate for a shower and some food, and I need to get some sleep, but I don’t care about any of that right now. All I care about is my girl in my lap, kissing me because I’m still alive. We’re both here, together, and we’re going to be okay. All the bullshit is over. We’re so much stronger than Megan’s vindication could ever be.

I break the kiss and Presley looks confused, her perfect brows knitting together, but then I lift her – my – hoodie over her head. My eyes widen slightly as I toss the garment aside. My wife isn’t wearing a damn thing under that hoodie. I swallow hard and bring my eyes back up to hers. Her eyes are a little darker, but she still looks…shy. Scared.

But then, she peels off my shirt and lets her hands slide down over my chest. Neither of us says a word. We’re communicating solely through touch. The way we’ve always been able to. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in so she’s flush against me, her nipples pressing into my chest. We moan softly together and then I knit my fingers into her hair and kiss her.

The kiss is so overwhelming it almost makes me want to cry again. I always feel Presley’s love through her kisses but this is different. She devours me, trying to get as close as possible, and I cling to her like a port in a storm. My girl. Back with me. Kissing me, half-naked on my lap.

I grip her hips and shove them backwards, which silently communicates what I’m asking for. She stands up and drops her sweats and panties in one go. As I watch her, I slip out of my own sweats and boxers, shoving them aside. Pres settles in my lap again and I grip her hips, pulling her close. We both gasp huskily when my tip bumps against her. It’s been so fucking long since we’ve done this and I know neither of us is going to last very long.

“Pres,” I say, finally finding my voice. “Baby. Is this okay?”

“Shhh, Col,” Presley says, her lips pressed against mine. I moan at the feeling of her plump lips and kiss her again, sucking on her bottom lip. With that, her hand finds my cock and positions it at her entrance. I hold my breath as she sinks down slowly, watching as she winces. I know I’m big and she needs time to adjust on a normal day, let alone when we haven’t had sex in right around a month.

She starts to lift her hips but I grip them sternly and meet her eyes. Her eyes flicker with a question. “Relax,” I say gruffly. “Don’t hurt yourself. Got time.”

Presley whimpers and her eyes fill with tears. I get it. I’m equally as desperate, but I want this to be good for her, and if she pushes herself too fast, she’ll just end up sore and uncomfortable. “C’mere,” I whisper, pulling her face to mine. We press our foreheads together and I wait for her breathing to slow, to become less shaky.

Jade eyes flick to mine and my breath catches in my throat. “Now?” she whimpers, and she sounds so wrecked that I just want to make all her fears and sadness disappear.

I swallow hard and nod. “Yeah, baby.” With my permission, Presley’s head tips back and she lifts up before sliding back down. The sensation of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my dick makes me lightheaded. God, I can’t believe we went so long without this. I feel guilty, but I can’t focus on anything other than feeling fucking euphoric when Presley speeds up her movements.

“Colson,” she sobs, and my hands find her ass, soft and thick beneath my fingers. I grip her tightly and start to meet her thrusts, bucking my hips up. Presley cries out in ecstasy, and we’ve barely gotten started but she’s already pulsing around me.

“Pres,” I grit out. “Let go, my love. Let go.”

And she does.

Presley falls to pieces in my lap. Her pussy squeezes my dick like a vise and then gushes around me as her long, black nails dig into my shoulders. Her back arches hard, pushing her breasts up, and I watch as her nipples harden and goosebumps cover her skin. The wail that leaves her lips is pained and desperate, but I know it’s because the pleasure is all-encompassing. I watch my wife fall apart in total awe of her beauty. I can’t believe she’s mine and I can’t believe I almost lost her.

As soon as she starts to fall from her peak, I pull her into me and kiss her hard. I whine low in my throat as my balls tighten and my cock jerks. Presley intentionally tightens around me and I curse, gripping her asscheeks so hard they’re bound to have marks on them when we’re done. As my wife bites down on my bottom lip, I erupt inside of her, and I don’t need to see it to know how much cum I’m filling her with. I come so hard it hurts, my entire body rigid and shaking, and at the same time, Presley and I relax.

She slumps over me, draping her arms loosely around my neck as our hearts pound wildly against each other’s. My ears are ringing so it takes me a second to realize Presley is talking to me, her voice a timid whisper. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her words make my heart squeeze and I frown, holding her tighter.

“Pres, no,” I soothe. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I left.”

“Shhh.” I rub her back, taking my time to feel her soft skin. “You’re okay. We’re okay, baby.”

Presley starts to cry and it breaks me. Just when I thought I had no tears left, my eyes start to sting. Presley’s cries are broken and so fucking sad and I would do anything to take her pain away.

“Presley,” I say, voice rough with emotion. “Just be here with me. Please?” My voice is desperate, pleading. I just need us to be okay, just for a few minutes.

She nods and sniffles, and after a few moments, her cries fade. I pull her so we’re lying down, my cock still buried inside of her. Neither of us wants to separate, and not even for sexual reasons. We’ve been disconnected for so long that if I weren’t physically inside her, we wouldn’t be close enough. We caress everywhere we can reach. My hands wander her back, her arms, over her ass and onto her thigh. Her hands trace over my facial features, down my chest, my back. She’s warm and soft and perfect and mine, and all at once, I’m at peace. After a month of panic and horror and misery, I can finally rest. And without intending to do so right here on the foyer floor, I do.

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reddesertcolbs · 5 years ago

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all work in this masterlist belongs to me. please do not copy, steal or reshare onto other platforms without my permission.

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last updated on the 27th august 2021.

listed oldest to newest.

most recent fic - sleepy bubs // colby brock (fluff)

fluff

cuts & bruises

sunday evening

lock screen

mixed up packages

busted

new beginnings

idiot

sleepless nights

tinder date gone wrong

headaches

fun in the sun

eavesdropping

hammock

late night snacks

matching piercings

nightmare

sleepy bubs

angst

new girl

smut (18+)

shower fun

sensual touches (part 2 of shower fun)

bubble bath

balcony dream

champagne and sunshine

tease

colby concepts

fluff

late nights

braids

studio chills

pink nail polish

cold and flu

accidental spills

spongebob tattoo

period pains

cold brew

pancakes

fake boyfriend

sleepovers

drunk confessions

summer sunrise

angst

clingy

heather

smut (18+)

morning makeouts

tour bus bathroom

thigh riding

frenemies

phone call distractions

lil devil

caught

numbers

ferris wheel

mirrors

pool table

workouts

gentle

colson concepts

(all of my luke stuff is years old and i hate it but i wanted to include it in my masterlist)

(ps i am no longer writing for luke, nothing personal against him, i just don’t have the same amount of love as i did when i written these)

fluff

bad day

mornings (tattoo!artist luke)

pictures (tattoo!artist luke)

birth of your baby

home from tour

spider

smut (18+)

making out

#5sos masterlist #colby brock masterlist #colby brock #luke hemmings #colson baker masterlist #colson baker #mgk #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly masterlist

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 3 years ago

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Masterlist

Last updated: 11/10/2023

Requests: currently closed 😔

Colson:

Distressed I

Distressed II

Distressed III

Distressed IV

Distressed V

Distressed VI

Distressed VII

Tricky Encounters

The Return Flight

I Missed You I

I Missed You II

I Missed You III

I Missed You IV

I Missed You V

I Missed You VI

Blocked I

Blocked II

Just Friends I

Just Friends II

Come back I

Come back II

Objection

Detention Buddies I

Detention Buddies II

Detention Buddies III

Already gone (Wattpad story)

The Devil I

The Devil II

The Devil III

The Devil IV

Unrequited

Let you go I

Let you go II

Happy

A little clearer (requested)

A little clearer II (requested)

A little clearer III (requested)

The Roommate I

The Roommate II

Jealous (requested)

We were never meant to be

Misery business (requested)

Fuck buddies I

Fuck buddies II

Fuck buddies III

Fuck buddies IV

Fuck buddies V

Fuck buddies VI

Fuck buddies VII

Fuck buddies VIII

Fuck buddies IX

Fuck buddies X

Fuck buddies XI

Fuck buddies XII

Good girl

Drunk

Drunk II

Drunk III

Confession I

Confession II

Confession III

The Tour I

The Tour II

The Tour III

The Tour IV

The Tour V

The Tour VI

The Tour VII

The Tour VIII

The Tour IX

The Tour X

The Tour XI

The Tour XII

The Tour XIII

The Tour XIV

The Tour XV

Rook

First and Last (requested)

Insecure (requested)

#machine gun kelly #colson baker #mgk #tickets to my downfall #ttmdf #mgk imagine #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk x reader #mgk smut #mgk fanfic #mainstream sellout #est19xx #mgk fluff #masterlist

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machinegunbun · 5 years ago

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Masterlist

smutx fluff# angst+

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MGK / Colson Baker

PTSD x

The one where you lose a bet

My Valentines +

The one where you try to surprise him, but end up being surprised

requested

The Freaky Fic ™ xxx

just weird tbh

Toxic +

A toxic relationship

Safeword +x

The one where reader is a lil nervous of Colson and his big personality

Blurbs

Grind X

Smoke X

Spit X

Stage X

Pay back X+

Power X

Neon +

Fucked It +

Tease X

Complicated X

Trouble X & make it double XX rough alt ending

Hazing X

Submissions

BigBlakDix

pt. 1

pt.2

pt.3

pt.4

Pete Davidson

Zoom Callx

The one where Petes busy in a zoom call and cant pay attention to you so you make your own fun

Benanigansx

The one with shenanigans involving bananas

requested

Nervesx A

The one where you try something new with

Pete

Avoiding Itx

The one where you attempt to avoid your punishment

Meet The L/N's +

The one where your family is in town and you dont really want Pete to meet them, or rather, them to meet Pete.

Reunited

Pete comes home from tour and wants to show you how much he misses you

Series

Deserved It+

The one where your ex pays you a little visit

II+

The one where you tell the truth

Deserve you+#

The one where you cry in a hotel hallway

Dirty Lil Secrets +

The one where Pete learns what you did

Dirty Laundry ++

The one where you yell at eachother until your lungs burn

Blurbs

Quiet X

Naps #X

Good morning, beautiful X

Condescending X

Vampire!pete

Freaky Fuck X

Gotta Take This X

Series

NSFW Alphabet

Headcannons

Public X

Rough X pt II X

After sex #X Bonus, kinda

Kinks X bonus & bonus to the bonus

Most Likely To not really any genre tbh bonus

Pete X Younger reader

in The mood X

Sex Toys X

Pregnant!Reader # bonus

Naked X#

Punishment!Colson X

Into!Pete X

goofy!pete #x

Lap dance/strip tease X

Quiet!Pete

Bf!pete bonus!

Bilingual!S/o !Pete #

Punishment!Colson X

Toxic ex # / Abusive ex # bonus #

Jealous!Colson X+

Proposal!Pete #

Comfort!Pete #

Crying #

Panic Attack #

Pete with a baby #

Kinky X

Knife Kink

Cuckolding

Cockwarming/Breeding

Exhibitionism/Voyeurism

Praise

Smoking

Road Head

Overstim

Double penetration

Mommy/breastfeeding kink

Spit

UnConventional Bakers

The ones where you’re a baking comp show host and the contestants are Unconventional Bakers like musicians, comedians etc.

Pete #

Colson Coming Soon

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prettytoxicrevolver · 2 years ago

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Music

How to Navigate:

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

5 Seconds of Summer

Machine Gun Kelly

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daydreamingatnight209 · 1 year ago

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Colson Baker (MGK) Masterlist -

Fluff - 💕

I Am so In Love With You

His Night

I am Here, Go Back to Sleep

#writing #fanfic #fluff #writers on tumblr #colson baker #colson baker fanfic #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk imagine #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #machine gun kelly

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marbledaesthetics · 4 years ago

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EST19XX MASTERLIST

**this is all my original work, if you find any of my work being reposted, please let me know! I only post here and on AO3 under the same url**

Colson

ONESHOTS

At Your Back and By Your Side

reader insert, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, 3.9k

you show up on colson’s doorstep in the middle of the night. he takes care of you and helps you start to process what has happened to you.

warnings: anxiety and panic attacks, mentions of a violent sexual assault

BLURBS

highlighter

Rook

ONESHOTS

From Bathroom Mirrors

reader insert, fluff, 2.3k

you and rook do the quarantine date trend for your first anniversary

warnings: swearing, brief sexual references (female receiving oral), cringey fluff because i can’t write

Duty Calls

reader insert, fluff, 1.1k

rook and your daughter make pancakes

warnings: none

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senditcolton · 7 months ago

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So Tragic and Rare

October (pt. 6)

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Us Weekly Magazine Article

NEW MUSIC AND A NEW BEAU! Kelly Halloran spotted out with rapper Machine Gun Kelly She was gone for months and now she's back with a new look, a new sound, and a brand-new man. Keely Halloran, the former pop princess turned punk princess, has been spotted getting cozy with rapper Machine Gun Kelly (aka Colson Baker) at the grand opening of Megan Fox's newest nightclub PinkBox. Sources claim that Halloran and Baker seemed very intimate, always touching, laughing, and staying close to each other's side - signs that indicated this was not a first time meeting. Post Malone was also in attendance. The singer recently collaborated with Halloran on his song "Die For Me" (not to be confused with Halloran's new remixed version "Die 4 Me"). Post Malone and MGK are close friends so one could easily speculate that he's the link between the rapper and the rockstar. In a recent Instagram post, Halloran thanked Post Malone for helping her fall back in love with making music. Could Post Malone also be the one behind the scenes that helped her fall in love? Whatever happened, we are excited to see Halloran back on the scene, even if she is now off the market.

justmarkit Tweet Oct. 20 Keely said, "I love bad boys with her whole chest!"

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nolanrowing Tweet Oct. 23 calls herself bisexual and then dates a man immediately afterwards - reply to nolanrowing from nicolaqua newsflash: you can date a man and still be bisexual

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hollywoodxwhore · 2 years ago

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Ours | Chapter 11

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Warnings/Content: The angst is coming y'all...please be prepared for BIG content warnings. Alleged domestic abuse, vomiting, panic attacks, BIG feelings, swearing

Colson

A week or so before Presley and I got married, Slim asked me a weird question. He asked if I was over Megan.

My knee jerk reaction was to scoff and tell him, “Of course I am.” But now I’m not so sure.

I have zero residual feelings for her. Presley takes up 100% of my heart. Even just looking at Megan repulses me sometimes. But will I ever be over the things she did, the way she made me feel? The way she broke my heart and made me feel small and worthless?

No. I’m not sure I’ll ever get over that. Especially when she can’t let go of me.

Presley and I have been married a week when it happens.

I had an interview this morning and now the two of us are on the couch, snuggled up together. Presley is dozing in my arms as a cheesy scary movie plays softly on the TV. I’m almost drowsing myself when my phone buzzes loudly on the coffee table, startling both of us. It’s a phone call. Presley leans forward and grabs my phone, handing it to me.

I frown when I see Ashleigh’s name on the screen. It’s a random time for Ash to be calling, but I answer anyway. “Ash,” I say.

“Kells.” Her voice is a little wary, cautious. My spine stiffens and Presley pulls away, looking at me with concern in her eyes.

“What’s going on?” I ask sharply. I put the phone on speaker.

Ashleigh sighs. “You…you don’t follow Megan on Instagram, do you?”

A sick feeling twists in my stomach and I swallow it down. “I blocked her forever ago. Why?”

“Colson, I’m going to send you a screenshot. I need you to breathe before you do anything. We’re going to get it figured out,” she says. “Presley, are you there?”

“I’m here,” Presley answers quickly.

“Can you make sure he doesn’t lose his shit?” Ashleigh asks.

Angry, I glare at the phone, but then the screenshot comes through and all the anger at Ashleigh drains and is replaced by a fear that turns all the blood in my veins to ice.

The screenshot is a picture of a bruise. Megan’s face isn’t in the picture so it’s impossible to tell when it was taken. The focus of the photo is the large, hand-shaped bruise around her upper arm. My mouth dries out as my eyes flick down to read the caption.

I’ve been quiet too long about what happened to me almost two years ago.

My ex got married recently. He gets to live his perfect fairytale life while I fight every single day to

heal from what he put me through. Bruises heal but emotional trauma doesn’t heal as easily.

For a year of my life, I was abused at the hands of Colson Baker, aka Machine Gun Kelly. The things

he did to me are horrific, unspeakable. I tried to warn his now wife, but she didn’t listen, just like I

didn’t. This is how I heal, by posting it for others to see. Domestic abuse is real and it happens to

people all the time. I refuse to suffer in silence anymore.

By the time I read the last word, Presley has already grabbed a trash can and the contents of my stomach fill it. Even after my stomach is empty, I keep gagging. Ashleigh has gone quiet. Presley is silent, her hand rubbing circles on my back. This has to be a nightmare. There’s no way this is really happening to me.

Ashleigh hangs up after a while and Presley whisks the trash can out of the room. I sit on the couch, covered in sweat and shivering at the same time. One Instagram post and my career is over. My life is over. There’s no coming back from something like this.

My phone is blowing up and I silently power it off, attempting to set it on the coffee table, but my hands are shaking so hard that it tumbles to the floor. I can vaguely hear Presley saying my name but my ears are ringing, the sound of waves rushing so loudly that nothing else feels real. And then, everything is black.

When I wake up again, there’s a sour taste in my mouth and I can tell I’m horizontal. I open my eyes but my head hurts, and all at once, it slams into me, what happened. Nausea rolls over me again but I breathe against it. I will not throw up again. It’s dark where I lie on the couch in the living room, but I can hear voices from the kitchen.

“...defamation?” Presley.

“...can…that, but…reputation.” A voice I vaguely recognize. I rub my eyes, trying to focus on what they’re saying, but I can’t completely make it out. Who is here?

I stifle a groan as I roll off the couch. Nausea washes over me again and I close my eyes, steadying myself on the arm of the couch before shuffling into the kitchen. I’m surprised when I see that the kitchen is full. Ashleigh and Presley sit at the dining room table with my lawyer, a short dude with a head of thick blonde hair. Olivia, Cash, Slim, Baze, and Rook sit around the island, everyone looking sick and stricken with worry.

“Kells,” Slim says when he sees me, jumping to his feet. He rushes over to me and pulls me into a tight hug. I let myself be held.

When he lets me go, Presley is by my side, and all I want to do is fall into her. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in and my eyes sting with tears. Does she believe Megan? What will I do if Presley is convinced I’m an abuser? I never laid a nonconsensual hand on Megan. I won’t even get into all the times she slapped me because that doesn’t seem to count as abuse. I choke on a sob and Presley just holds me tighter, whispering quiet assurances in my ear. She holds me until I somewhat compose myself, and when I pull back, my lawyer is on his feet, walking towards me.

“Mr. Baker,” he says, shaking my hand. “We’re going to fix this. I swear to you.”

I can’t seem to find my voice. I stumble over to the dining room and take a seat. My lawyer explains to me what he plans to do. We’re going to sue Megan for defamation. He prattles on about how there’s no proof, about how she never reported abuse during our relationship so nothing is concrete. He assures me that we’ll win, that we’ll run Megan dry of her money. But all I can think is that the world is going to think I’m an abuser.

Things got a lot better in the media for me when Presley and I got together. The media was happy to see me with a beautiful, talented girl. It seemed like opinions were finally starting to change.

But Megan can’t let me be happy without her.

I should’ve seen this coming.

And now it’s too late.

Presley

I sit up in bed waiting for Colson to come out of the bathroom.

He’s been in there for a long time, pushing half an hour. I don’t like that he’s hiding from me, that he isn’t allowing me to comfort him, but at the same time, I don’t want to push him. I glance at my phone; 2:09 AM.

As I sit there worrying, it comes to me out of nowhere: Colson is scared I believe Megan.

With my heart in my throat, I scramble to my feet and go to the bathroom, placing my palm against the door. “Colson,” I say.

A sniffle that breaks my heart. “Yeah?”

“Let me in.”

“It’s unlocked.”

I swallow hard and open the door. He’s sitting on the closed toilet lid, head hanging down. He looks so broken that tears spring to my eyes. I go over to him and squat down in front of him. Reluctantly, he looks at me with red rimmed blue eyes. I’ve never seen him look so sad and it practically rips my heart from my chest.

“Hey,” I say softly, cupping his cheek. He leans into my touch. “Will you please come to bed?”

Colson sniffs and closes his eyes. His lip trembles a little and I want to go to Megan’s house right now and fucking throttle her. I keep the anger at bay, though. Finally, Colson nods. I take his hand and lead him to our bed, crawling in before him. He slides under the covers and I pull his head to my chest.

We’re quiet for a few minutes, my fingers running through his hair. He’s trembling. “Cols?” I whisper against his hairline. “You know I don’t believe her, right?”

Colson is silent for a long few moments. And then, he bursts into tears.

My eyes go wide. I’ve seen Colson cry, but never like this. His entire body is wracked with the strength of his sobs and my shirt is instantly soaked with his tears. I cling to him, pulling his body on top of mine. He clings to my waist, his head on my chest as he completely falls apart.

It’s a long time before the sobs subside into sniffles. I push his hair off his sweaty forehead and rub his back gently. “Baby,” I murmur. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? I believe you. I know who you are.”

“What if you change your mind?” he rasps. “Everyone seems to believe everyone else but me eventually.”

I shake my head. “That won’t happen. Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Then trust that I won’t believe her,” I say, petting his hair. “Colson, I married you. I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t trust and love 100% of you. Okay?”

Colson nods after a moment, his body relaxing ever so slightly. He believes me. He knows I wouldn’t lie to him. He sighs. “What am I going to do?”

“Survive,” I murmur, kissing his head. “Let your lawyer handle it. Let your fans handle it.”

“They won’t believe me,” he says miserably.

“Oh really?” I ask, reaching for my phone. It takes me seconds to pull up an Instagram account with over 700,000 followers with the handle, @WeSupportColson. The bio reads: EST stands with Colson. Megan is lying. We’re here to show Colson we believe him.

“That’s real?” Colson croaks. “You didn’t make it?”

I chuckle. There’s my sweet boy, with his sense of humor. “It’s real, babe. You have so many people who stand with you and always will.”

Colson sighs. “If anyone thinks I’m an abuser it’s too much,” he mutters. “I’m a good person, Presley. Why does everyone fucking hate me so much?” He’s crying again. I shush him and squeeze him to my chest. I don’t reply. He’s exhausted and broken and not thinking logically. What he needs is sleep, and I’m going to hold him until he finds it.

We lie there for over an hour before Colson’s breathing finally evens out. I relax beneath him and continue to gently stroke his hair. I lie awake for another half an hour before deciding Colson is definitely asleep, and then I let my tired eyes close, too.

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reddesertcolbs · 5 years ago

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drunk confessions // colson baker

kind of hate this, kind of don’t at the same time

requested: yes - using this prompt list.

summary: a very drunk colson calls you whilst you’re in the middle of a date, which is nothing new, asking for you to pick him up and it leads to some drunk truths.

word count: 2.2k words.

warnings: mention of alcohol and weed, swearing.

my writing

“this food is gorgeous,” smiling up towards the man that’s sitting on the opposite side of the table. picking up some of the pasta onto your fork, popping it into your mouth, chewing the food and swallowing, before looking back up to meet his eyes. “how’s your food?”

“amazing thanks,” you watch as he puts a forkful of food into his mouth, washing it down with some of the wine that you ordered to the table. “how’s yours?”

“really good thank you, i’m glad i went for this.” pointing to the pasta dish with your fork, lifting up your own glass of red wine with your free hand and taking a sip. placing the fork back into your hand, you scoop up more of the tomato pasta, shoving it into your mouth.

the loud text tone of your phone that’s sitting in your bag makes you stop the chewing of your pasta, covering your mouth with the back of your hand, as you send him an apologetic look before reaching into your bag to put it on silent.

“i thought i put this on silent before i came.” you smile at him, pulling the device out of your bag and glancing down as it begins to buzz and ring loudly in your hand. your eyes knit together in confusion, as the name “cols” is on the top of the phone and a picture of him is displayed on the screen. “sorry, i need to take this. could you excuse me for a second?”

“yeah of course, take all the time you need.” he sends you a polite smile, watching you as you mutter a quick thank you and stand up from the chair, and begin to make your way to the bathroom, accepting the call as you stroll.

“hey, cols. you okay?” you mutter, opening the door and leaning against the sink, looking around the bathroom and noting it’s empty.

“y/nnnn,” he drags out the last letter of your name, laughing loudly when you hear shouting from the other side of the phone. “what are you doing right now?”

“you know what i’m doing,” your brows are still knitted together, chewing your lip in confusion as you have already mentioned your date to the blonde many times. “why is everything okay?”

“wait, what are you doing?” he questions again. you can hear shuffling around in the background, and you’re still not too sure why he’s calling right now, as he knows you’re on a date.

“i’m busy, cols. i’m on a date, you know this.” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. pulling the phone away from your ear briefly, you check the time, before parting your lips again. “do you need something? because i need to go.”

“that must have slipped my mind.” he slurs down the phone. you can hear the smirk in his voice, and you can’t stop your head from shaking in annoyance. “i need you to come and pick me up, i need to go home but i’m too drunk to drive. please y/n.”

“colson, i can’t. can't you ask slim to get you?” you turn around in the mirror, glancing over your appearance.

“i can’t, he’s with me. please i’ll pay you, i need you please.” he begs, causing you to shake your head again.

“this isn’t the first time you’ve called me when i’ve been on a date, colson.” sighing deeply, you bite your lip in frustration. after thinking the situation over, you nod your head, even though he can’t see you, before exhaling loudly, making sure he could hear the annoyance that is present. “fine, you owe me big time. where are you?”

“thank you, i really appreciate it. i’m in soho, i’ll stand outside so you can see me.” you can hear the smile in the tone of his voice, and you can feel the corner of your lips starting to tug into a smile, but you stop yourself before it can. luckily you have only had one glass of wine, therefore it was safe for you to drive.

“i’ll be there in five. don’t move.” sighing once more, you end the call and stroll towards the door, swinging it open and walking back to the table with an apologetic grin.

“hey, i know this is bad timing, but i need to go. something has come up and i need to leave.” you feel shitty, ditching your date so soon, but you’re always going to be there for your friends if they need you. “we can rearrange this if you would like?”

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it. yeah of course, i’ll text you.” he smiles, standing up from his chair and extending his arms, pulling you in for a quick hug before pulling away.

“i’m really sorry again.” you give him a soft smile, as you pick up your bag, resting it on your shoulder as you begin to back away. “thank you for tonight, it was nice.”

“you’re welcome, i’ll see you soon.” he grins, giving you a small wave as you turn around with a smile, walking out of the restaurant and towards your car.

unlocking your car, you slide into the driver’s seat, placing your bag onto the floor of the passenger’s and turning the ignition on, not before fastening your seatbelt. you begin to make the small drive to soho, where colson is waiting patiently for you.

pulling up right outside the door, your eyes connect with the tall blonde who is leaning against the wall with a blunt situated in his mouth, as he pushes himself off the wall. jogging slightly, he makes his way around to the passenger’s seat.

opening the door wide, he sits down in the seat with a huff, throwing the burnt out blunt onto the ground before shutting the door with a smile.

“hey bestie.” he turns to look at you, eyes heavy and red with a sleepy grin.

“hey.” you smile wide at him, before beginning to make your way towards colson’s house.

“how was your date?” he asks, leaning forward and cranking the music up loud, drumming along to the tune on the dashboard.

“it was going great until you decided to call.” you smirk, reaching over to turn the music down, before sighing. “cols, can i ask you something?”

“sure. you can always ask me anything you know that.” he throws you a smile, then looks down at the fraying thread that’s hanging out of the slit on his knee.

“why do you always call me when i’m on a date?” you ask softly, your eyes leave the road for a moment and you glance towards him, eyes darting around his face as he brings his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing gently as he looks deep in thought. adverting your eyes from him, you look back onto the road.

“i, erm,” he takes a deep breath, before looking over at you with glossy eyes from the alcohol and weed that he has been smoking. he rests his head against the coolness of the window with a sigh, letting his eyes shut for a moment, then glances over to you. “no reason.”

“colson.” you pry, not believing his response at all. “come on, be honest with me.”

“i just don’t like to see you with other guys.” he mutters out too quickly, words slurred from the whiskey he has most likely drank all night. he flicks his eyes from you to the window, whilst clearing his throat as the awkwardness settles in.

“pardon? i didn’t hear you, can you repeat that slower,” chuckling slightly, eyes removing from the empty road ahead of you and over to him with crossed brows, sending him a sheepish grin. “please.”

“fuck,” he mutters to himself, voice low before he repositions himself, sitting up straight and turning his body to face you. “i hate seeing you on dates with other guys when it should be me.”

“what?” you choke, eyes wide as your head whips to look at him with parted lips. “do you know what you’re saying right now? how much have you had to drink?”

“it’s fine, just drop it.” he sighs, bringing his hands up to his face and rubbing it gently, exhaling through his nose loudly.

“no, colson. i can’t drop this now.” you shake your head, pulling up to colson’s driveway and once you park, you turn the ignition off and turn your body to face him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“i get jealous every time you mention a date because i’m into you.” he looks over at you, eyes dancing around your face as you process his words with your lip between your teeth and eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “and i know i’m drunk, very drunk, but i mean every single word.”

“cols,” you exhale softly, “why didn’t you just say something earlier?”

“i didn’t want to ruin our friendship, that’s why i decided not to say anything.” his gaze is on his hands, playing with the large amount of rings that are littered on his fingers, avoiding your eyes that are fixed on him. “plus, i don’t even know if you have any feelings for me either, so yeah. you can just ignore everything i said.”

“nothing will ever ruin what we have between us, colson.” you smile warmly, trying your hardest to calm the nerves that are visibly radiating off the blonde. “i’m not going to lie to you and say i have a lot of feelings for you, but i can admit that there is something there, between us.” your hands move back and forth, pointing at him and you to help further explain. “and there always will be, you know that, because we’re close friends.”

“very close,” he adds with a grin, making you roll your eyes at him. the strong bond between the two of you wasn’t new to everyone, the late night cuddles and bed sharing, drunken kisses and many occurrences where one of you would accidentally walk in on the other one when you were butt naked after a shower, or getting ready for the day.

“look, why don’t we talk about this properly tomorrow, when you’re sober?” you inquire, eyes darting around his face as his gaze lingers on his fingers, spinning one of many metal rings around his digit to distract himself.

“can i pick you up and take you to the diner?” he flicks his attention to you, a hopeful glint glistening in his irises. “i know how much you like it there, especially with me.”

“of course you can.” smiling brightly, as he brings one hand to rest on top of yours, tugging it towards him and lacing your fingers with his.

“i’ll pick you up at 1pm, don’t be late.” he winks with a cheeky grin, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your soft hand. “it’s a date.”

“it’s a date.” you nod in agreement, grinning as he leans over to connect his lips to your cheek, leaving a soft peck to it before sitting back in his chair.

“thank you for picking me up, you have no idea how grateful i am to have you in my life.” his cheeks turn a light shade of pink once the words leave his mouth, and you’re not sure if it’s from the alcohol and weed that he’s consumed during the night, or if it’s because he’s sharing his genuine feelings with you, something he doesn’t do often with anyone.

“no need to thank me, it’s what i’m here for,” you give his hand a loving squeeze to show your appreciation for his words, and him, with a small smile. “i’m so grateful to have you in my life too, cols.”

the blonde can’t wipe the huge smile off his face it’s starting to hurt, your lips mirroring his when he lifts your hand up to his mouth again and places a quick kiss to it. colson wishes your hand was your lips, but he’s going to keep that to himself for the time being, baby steps.

“right, get out so i can go home,” you tease, turning the key to the ignition, causing the car to roar again. you glance over at him, feeling his eyes watching your every move, and you’re correct once you meet his gaze as soon as your head turns. “i have a date to get ready for.”

“okay okay, i’m going.” he chuckles, unlinking your hand with his and raising his palms up to show his surrender, making you giggle. “i’ll see you tomorrow, thank you again.”

“see you tomorrow.” you respond, rolling the window down to the passenger seat once he steps out and shuts the door behind him with a slam.

“drive safe, give me a text when you get home so i know you made it home in one piece.” he demands, leaning his arms on the window with a warm smile, before pushing himself off it and turning around, strolling to his door.

you stay parked outside his house, watching his every move to make sure he got in okay, knowing full well how clumsy drunk colson can be. colson gives you a small wave once he opens the door, signalling that it was fine for you to leave now, so you head off into the direction of your home, mind clouded with the tall blonde that you’re very fond of.

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