#mgk x megan fox

[apolloanddaphnis]

Liz and Billy

Synopsis: Minka Farrah is the screen siren of the Art side of Hollywood's. David Lynch's new muse, inspires designers the new Elizabeth Taylor. Despite her appearance, she's always there for her friends. Megan's one of her best, but it turns out Megan isn't the only one who needs a shoulder to cry on, her fiancé Colson Baker, known to the world as the notorious Machine Gun Kelly, needs a shoulder too, and what a lovely sweet smelling, empathetic shoulder it is.

Going to be a Colson x OC fic.

It's going to be an explicit fic.

Warnings for first chapter: Not proofread, mentions of suicide attempts, mental health mentions.

I. Giant

♡♡Minka's POV ♡♡

Megan wasn't doing good.

We've been friends since we met on the set of my film Poison. We bonded over our love for music and she was easy and fun to be around, after that we started spending as much time as we could together and texted everyday, when we weren't filming on location she made herself an unofficial resident at my French revival on Ridgedale drive. Claiming I give the best sleepovers.

The harlot loves stealing my makeup too, Claiming I have so much makeup like a department store I wouldn't notice it missing. I let her, it's not as if I couldn't easily replace it.

I was the only person she told absolutely everything to, perhaps that's why I never corrected her when she would irk me.

Pour example, when she bugs me about why I don't get down there surgery, or after my mother who was my best friend died how I didn't find her warm enough, she has a habit of dealing with tragedy in a way Jack Frost would; Too much silence, almost like she's watching a car crash. And let's not forget that every time I desired to come out to everyone about being a transwoman, she discouraged it because my career is far too successful. Which in my good opinion is precisely why I should, I owe it to my fans to every child or adult who feels trapped inside a body that doesn't belong to them.

I well ignored her well-intentioned advice and came out anyway, while I was a judge on RuPaul's Drag Race. The media lost it people lost it, many angry men who harbored illicit fantasies of me were outraged and women claimed I was far too pretty to be a man. The news beautifully purged me of my ignorant fans, the loyal and open minded remained, and my film career didn't hurt too terribly because I was already in a more artistic genre, people would say I'm the Elizabeth Taylor of Isabella Rosselini, a Bettie Page sort of Isabelle Adjani.

When backlash arrived, Megan lovingly pointed out it was expected because of how people are, I didn't need that. She's not like Anya, who is my warmer friend.

It can't be helped, it's just her nature, she has never dealt with emotions and high stressed situations well, I can accept that.

Despite that, whenever something particularly irks or disturbs her good moods, I'm the first person she calls, and like a dutiful friend I drop it all to run to her beck and call.

She's been starting to see the rapping singer Machine Gun Kelly, the gorgeously painted tower of a man. I never listened to his music and as a fan of Motley Crüe I found The Dirt inaccurate and ridiculous. But he did a very good job as Tommy Lee. I'll admit that.

Megan is mad about Colson, that's his name. She's peanuts and almonds about him, I think it mainly has to do with how apparently skilled he is between the sheets which I can definitely see. But, unfortunately Colson like many artists, suffer from mental health issues, and Meg darling little Nutmeg is not the best with that especially as someone so beautifully intense and tragic as Mr. Baker.

Pete and I have talked about this, my best friend, my absolute beloved, who is actually Colson's beloved best friend as well. So funny that the rapper and I have only met once at Pete's birthday party. He stared at me for a rather long time before offering me a cigarette, I asked if they were French and he laughed before some girl took him away. And that was that, I was called away to Budapest for that Polanski movie.

But Megan has been telling me her forever love has been incredibly paranoid, and blaming her for not being there enough. She was thoroughly upset, and this morning she called me at 5, she couldn't sleep. She told me they fought all through the night and she was glad Casie was at her mother's. I bit back asking about her boys who she spends less and less time with these days. I climbed out of my big, comfy bed away from my canine kinder and American Sable. "Boys, we're going to Auntie Meg's a little early this morning." I Yawned, removing my silk sleeping mask and headscarf. This wasn't the first time I woke up at this time of course, but I savored my days off.

I tie on my vintage circa 1980 Victoria's Secret robe and slip on my satin rabbit shaped slippers before turning on the light on my side table.

I opened the curtains of my French doors that opened up to my bedroom balcony before inhaling the sweet air of the rose hour, and walked through the connecting door to my hardly humble and spacious master bath. No time for luxuriating in my jacuzzi tub, it's a shower today. I rubbed my eyed and messily pinned up what I could of my raven bob, pushing it back by a satin headband and capped it before slipping off my robe and entering my four person shower for one.

The heat was high and delicious and I had to remind myself that this was to be quick, Chanel facial care was my friend and aveeno's oat shower oil and doves macadamia nut body polish were the lovers that kissed my skin.

Once my duties were done I shut off the well pressured shower and dried off with my egyptian cotton towels from the warmer. I rubbed on my toner, serum, essence, moisturizer, spf, eye cream and lip care. I massaged my aveeno baby lotion on and brushed my hair down brushing in the L'Oreal mythic oil, and washed my hands with L'Occitane before moisturizing my hands with their hand cream. I quickly brushed and water flossed my teeth and for makeup it was very basic for my usual, just L'Oreal serum foundation, reddish sweetbriar and rose oil comfort lip oil by Clarins, and Lancome mascara to accentuate my violet-blue eyes a little.

I neglected my underwear today and pulled on my black, v-dipped spandex shorts, and pulled on my white polo halter, backless cropped top that says Los Angeles in black old English text on my right breast. I perfumed my pulse points with eau fraiche by Chanel before rushing to slip on my black 90s slip on sandal wedges.

I washed my chiweenie and skunks faces and leashed them up, before grabbing my Coach black tabby and 90s Prada sunglasses.

I locked up the house and called my driver Kaiden. In record time he pulled up in my black Rolls Royce that I was still too afraid to drive. I'm afraid of driving, yes, and I know it's ridiculous but I can't help the irrational fear. "Morning Kaiden, I hope you had enough sleep."

Kaiden is an ex user. I was at the Beverly Center one day and I saw this hungry young man who happened to be homeless, it upset me so much. I can't stand seeing people on the street and there's so many, so I asked him if he could drive and he said yes, and I asked him how would he like to drive luxury cars for a living. I set him up in a luxury apartment on la brea, got him medical and dental and mental health care all holistic, a signing bonus. The rest is history, Kaiden is like family and he likes to act as my bodyguard as well even though I do have one, Jack. He's protective of me, forever grateful. I look after him, make sure he goes to his therapy sessions and I cook for him and take care of his laundry. I've got a soft spot for the twenty four year old.

"I did, did you?"

"Yes I was a good girl, no parties last night, got my full eight hours father." I teased. "Have you eaten yet?"

"No mother." He teased right back.

I smiled. "I'm going to make breakfast at Meg's, she won't mind you joining, how does that sound?"

"Like I'd ever turn down your food."

"Don't make me blush."

It takes about forty minutes for me to get to Meg's new Encino mans with her rakish knight.

Kaiden parks and takes my skunk, Nikki, as I carry Vince, my chiweenie. I text her that I'm here with Kaiden and she tells me to go around back to not wake Colson.

We do as we're told and Meg is there waiting for us in her pajamas that consist of booty lounge shorts, UGG slippers, a t- shirt that obviously belonged to Colson, and her ebony hair up in a messy bun. "Hi beautiful." I whispered softly before pulling her into a hug and kissed her cheek that was warm from sleep.

"I'm so glad to see you, babe." She said softly as she squeezed me. She waved to Kaiden and slid the backdoor back to let us in.

I set Vince down who followed Kaiden and Nikki, my inked driver knew the routine and headed to the den to give Meg and I privacy.

I slipped off my sandals and followed Meg into the kitchen. I went to the coffee station to start that. I got her and Colson a Nespresso machine and milk frother with many capsules for a housewarming gift.

I put in the rich chocolate capsule that was known for its creamy and chocolate notes, and poured oat milk creamer into the frother. "Okay, I want your guts on the table." I said to her with a smile.

She sighed and slumped her body onto the island. "I can't even like…Mink…" she said my nickname with such exhaustion.

I went over to her and gently rubbed her back aside and pushed a random object off the counter. I love Meg but she's kind of a slob, but a very cute slob. "Deep breaths, like you're using a straw." I encouraged softly.

She did the breathing exercise I taught her and l went to grab three mugs and filled them with coffee, cream, and sugar. I gave her a mug and kissed her head. "Sip some of this and prepare to let It all out, I'll be right back." I left her briefly to give Kaiden his coffee, he and the fur boys were laying on the couch. I then returned to an exhausted Megan sipping her coffee. I took my mug and sat beside her. "Okay, let it out, it's just me."

She teared up as she nursed the glass mug. "It's so fucking hard sometimes, Mink." She whispered. "I can handle it I can but…I mean I'm fucking human, I can handle shit like remember I told you about the accident with Brian."

Brian was her ex husband, only knew him from playing David Silver on Beverly Hills 90210, and he's the father of her boys. They went through a lot together between his ex, being victims of the Bling Ring, and his car accident that had him partially paralyzed for a while and not to mention her affair with Shia LaBeouf. She's right, she can handle a lot.

"But," She continued. "It's fucking insane when you get called up at work from your fiancée, and he fucking tells you you're not there…" her eyes are watery and her voice starts to break.. "And talking crazy shit like somebody's after him, a-and he has a goddamn gun in his mouth!" She whispered hysterically before crying on my shoulder.

I felt my throat run dry, my tongue heavy, I set my mug down and pulled her into a hug as she wailed. Colson tried to kill himself? When was this? He must be in some awful pain to feel like he needed such an awful way out. I took a deep breath to push my own floodgates back, because it's not about me. "He was using at the time, he stopped since then, but I can't get that out of my head, Minka. I fucking can't. Why the hell would he do that to me? And I have been there for him I'm always there, I'm starting to think he wants me to stop my career and keep me in this fucking house!"

My blood ran cold, no wasn't the time for Megan to make it about herself. She Knew what she signed up for with Colson, he trusted her enough to be vulnerable with her. I took a deep breath. "Meg, I'm going to run you a bath, relax, listen to a true crime podcast and I'll make you breakfast okay? and try to clean this place up." The sink was full of dishes.

She let out a shaky breath of relief before hugging me tight. "Bitch, I swear to God I don't know how I got along without you before."

I wiped her eyes. "Please, I'm just nosy." I took her mostly empty coffee and put it in the sink before we both crept upstairs. The bathroom was chaotic and I ended up doing a quick cleaning and made a mental note to have Petra order them that new kItty litter I saw on TV with the cat goddess. I found some Lush bath bombs and put them in the big, hot jacuzzi tub, poured Laura Mercier in and lit some candles. I had Alexa put on some true crime and had the towels set up in the warmer.

Once Meg was situated, I crept back down to the kitchen. I had music on low and gathered ingredients from the fridge and pantry. From scratch I made Russian, honey poppy seed roll, croque Madame sandwich, and fruit salad. I made orange juice from scratch and added turmeric-ginger shots. I was cleaning the kitchen with the vigorous intention of making it spotless, dancing to 'Giant' by The The, swaying my hips when a familiar voice breaks into the scene. "Am I interrupting something?"

I stopped abruptly holding the broom, and spun around to see none other than all 6'4 of freshly awakened Colson Baker. He looked Michelin level delicious in boxers that hung low on his hips and absolutely nothing else.

His cobalt blue eyes weren't looking at her, they were staring. They traveled down her body making her feel self conscious. Like most people, she's attracted to him, he has that typical Taurus beauty that has you hypnotized. No one would ever guess from her vintage, art house style but, the entire punk rock and tatted I just got on parole for good behavior look is her absolute favorite.

"I just made some breakfast, Meg's in a bath, would you like some coffee?"

He sucked his lip in before giving me another once over. "Yeah, have you seen my lighter? Shit it looks clean in here."

"I have and no, you're not smoking right now." I said as I handed him his coffee.

He smirked and sat down at the island with his mug. "Okay ma." He moaned as he sipped the coffee. "Damn I love this shit, even though it gives me the shits."

I smiled. "Everything gives you the shits because you're taurus, you guys have issues." I teased as I made his plate. Megan is the same, the beautiful actress is quite gassy.

"Meg told me you know a lot about astrology."

I set his plate down, and a glass of the juice I made. "My mother was into it, her great grandmother was a gypsy from Krakow."

"That's bomb, was she psychic?"

I gave him a secretive smile. "I'll be back." I had Kaidens plate and bowls for all the animals in the house. After making sure everyone got their food, except for Megan because she's still in the bath, I grabbed my plate and joined Colson, who was inhaling his plate. "Fuck, this is so what I needed. You can cook, you know that?"

I don't know why I liked hearing his approval, he's just one of those people you always want to impress perhaps. "Glad you like it, I love cooking, I believe a good meal can fix just about anything."

"Well maybe if you hosted Thanksgiving this year, it'll fix how fucked up I am." He finished his sandwich looking like he wanted to say something. "She told you, didn't she?"

I didn't respond, which answered his question. "Did you come here to check up on her? And chew me out?" He had a defensive tone, used to people yelling at him to get his shit together no doubt.

"Truthfully, I wanted to make sure you were okay. Colson…I know we hardly know each other, but I worry about you. And you don't need a lecture you need…" he needs someone to understand him, he needs comfort, he needs everything Megan isn't giving him right now. But I didn't say that. "A few good meals." I finished.

His eyes were on me as his teeth tore into the poppy seed roll. My eyes admired him, he's so beautiful, the way he was put together was perfect. How could someone so beautiful be so broken? I didn't want to give him the you're not alone spiel, but he isn't. He's a true artist, he feels more than the average person and has gone through so much, being proven again and again he's no one's priority. He just wants to feel that he matters that his demons are wrong. He doesn't need to be told how to deal with his mental health.

Anything Anything by Dramarama played on my Spotify, he perked up before bobbing his head to the moody yet bouncy rock music. "Yo, I felt that before. I like these lyrics."

"Yeah me too, I love music like this, that makes you feel so raw."

I sang along but stopped as Colson stared at me wide-eyed. "Sorry, I know I'm not good." I said sheepishly.

"No! No, you actually have a very beautiful voice. Why didn't you ever do anything with it?"

I could feel my skin heat up. "I…acting is more of my calling and I thought my voice sounded too squeaky to be any good."

"Well, you can do both, it's done everyday. "

I smiled as I finished up my meal. "After you're done I'll clean up and get out of your hair, Meg's plate is in the microwave okay?"

"Nah you can stick around, kinda having a calming effect on the house. Like human sage." He smiled.

My heart raced and I couldn't help but return his effortlessly pretty smile.

He spoke again due to me not answering. "If you're not busy, I know you got a lot going on."

I took out my phone to text my manager. "We're good, I pushed it back."

His eyes lit up. "Cool, you play Mario Kart?"

"Never have." I don't play video games but for Colson, I will. "I guess you'll have to teach me."

"You're so…"

I bit my lip. "What?"

"You're like someone went back in time and brought you here, it's cool."

I laughed. "Thank you, I suppose."

"Hey, for real though, where's my lighter? I was a good boy and ate my food."

"More like inhaled it." I teased before going to a drawer and pulling it out and handing it to him, our fingertips brushed and I swore I felt an electric jolt. How strange. Our eyes met and I laughed before gently stroking his nail. "I need to give you a manicure, your paint is chipped." I took his hand and pressed a chaste kiss to it. I was always affectionate to all of my friends, kisses and hugs, they always teased me that despite looking like a child I behave like I'm someone's aunt that hasn't seen them in a while.

Colson must have not liked it because he stared at me like I grew two heads. I got up from the table and took his empty dishes. "I'm sorry, I forget not everyone likes to be touched."

"No, I– it's cool, I…liked it. It's just, unless it's someone I'm with, I'm not used to being touched."

"Maybe you're platonically touch-starved." I suggested as I loaded the dishwasher.

"Maybe you could help me satiate that."

A shiver ran up my spine at him saying satiate and it shouldn't have. He doesn't need more people who lust after him or want him. He needs someone to care just to care and not to gain.

"I was in a mental hospital for six months." I said suddenly as I started the dishwasher.

It was quiet for a moment and my heart was racing because Maybe I said the wrong thing.

"Minka…you don't have to say anything…" His voice was soft and tender.

"I want to, I want you to, to…I'm not just blowing smoke up your ass when I said I understand. I'm not just placating and patronizing you to make myself feel better 'helping' or to say I tried." I took a deep breath and turned around to face him, my back against the counter. His eyes wandered over my image again. "Colson, I was bullied so badly and I didn't know what I was…it was all so confusing, so awful…I didn't react too well…I don't know what I hated more, the hospital or school. My mom couldn't handle me being away that long and took me back home. I'm glad she did. She made it a little easier and less confusing…I don't know what I'd do without her." The last word turned into a frightened whisper. "I lost her almost two years ago and…it hasn't been easy, I feel so empty. I know it was awful for you when you lost your father Colson, even if he wasn't the father he should have been." A cold tear slipped down my cheek and I closed my eyes and turned away. I took a drying towel and dabbed my eyes carefully. I checked my reflection in a dish and turned back around To face him. He stared again, always staring.

"Minka…I'm so…sorry." His pretty powder blue eyes teared up.

I quickly made my way over to him and gently took his hands. "Goodness, you're tall." I put on a good smile. ''Don't you dare feel bad for me, and besides we're not making this about me. I just want you to know you can talk to me, be raw with me. You can be sushi!" I attempted to joke, he cracked a smile.

Unexpectedly, he pulled me into a hug. It was such a warm and comforting one, strangely it made me feel safe. I felt so selfish for thinking that way. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist. I think he needs a hug, but it's easier if he convinces himself it's for me.

We stayed like this for a while. He smelled like warmth and sleep and a little kush.

"Hey, I smell food!" It was Megan's raspy, sensual voice.

I pulled back from Colson fast enough to cause whiplash. Quickly I got her plate from the microwave and her juice from the fridge, handing it to her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Colson went over to hug her from behind and kiss her neck. She giggled and turned to kiss his mouth.

I felt rude being here as their kissing became more intense, quietly I left the kitchen and headed into the living room. "Kay, gather pups, let's go." I texted my agent to tell him nevermind.

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𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒

❥𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗,𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍.

❥𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 𝟷.𝟸𝙺

❥𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

The low labor of her breathing worried him. Her lips that were once a beautiful baby pink were now pale color almost blue looking. Her tan skin was now a sickly white. The way her heart beat picked up on the monitor was to slow for his liking.

Her once beautiful long hair was now replaced by air. Due to all the chemotherapy. Which he didn't mind she looked beautiful anyway. He was so concentrated on her face he didn't hear his fiancé call out to him. "Bubba...Bubba... Cols." Her voice quivered as she studied him. Sharing a nervous glance to Pete and rook.

In short words he looked a mess. His hair was pushed every which way due to him tugging on it. His hand was clasped tightly on the girl next to him. She could tell he wanted her to be okay. He wanted you to be okay. "Colson" she tried once again. This time he released a 'hmm' noise as if he was asking her to continue.

Before she could say anything the doctor walked into the small hospital room. Causing Colson to stand quickly not letting go of your hand."Mr. Baker?" he questioned. "Colson." He replied with a quick nod. "I'm afraid to say that all the stress put on Miss Y/L/N body we aren't confident that she has long." Colson’s heart broke in his chest.

"There's gotta be something you can do right?" He couldn't lose you not after everything you've too been through."I'm sorry Colson but there is nothing left I or anyone else can do.I think you should prepare yourselves.I am deeply sorry." He gave a quick nod and with that left. Before anyone could say anything you slowly began to stir.

His eyes immediately snapped towards you and he was once again at your side. "We'll let you to be alone." Pete's voice cut the silence like a knife. Him and Rook giving you a quick kiss on the forehead and a sad smile before going to the lobby to tell the others. Megan slowly trailing behind.

Your eyes slowly opened and we're in tranced with the bright room. "Hey." His voice was slow and very quiet to not scare you. "I'm dying." It was the first thing you said. Your voice was scratchy and rough. "Don't say that." He quickly shushed you sitting on your hospital bed.

" I feel it. I feel my body shutting down. I'm so tired." The more you talked the more he wanted to cry because he knew that this was it. "Y/N..." he trailed off not knowing exactly what to say. "It's okay I'm okay." Her voice got weaker making his lips tremble. "Don't cry over me."her breathing got thicker.

"How am I not supposed to you started all this when you told me to kiss you now you're just leaving and I'm stuck here." Her eyebrows twisted in confusion as he began to explain all the important memories of the two.

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"Have you ever kissed anyone." The young teen asked the girl. "No." Her short answer made his heart jump. " Have you?" Her voice was quite but that's how you were. "No" he replied making her lips twist up in a smile.

"Why not?" He questioned her. " Just never found someone I wanted to kiss." She simply answered the two stayed silent after awhile. Her feet stopped moving towards the school the were walking towards causing the boy to stop.

"What are you doing." He asked. "Kiss me."she told him causing his breath to get caught in his throat. "I- what." His palms began to sweat from the nerves. "Kiss me Baker if your not scared." with out even thinking he grabbed her face and connected it with his. After awhile of being there together they had to pull away due to lack of oxygen.

"I've wanted to do that since the day we met."he tells her as he reconnects the two.

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"I think I love you." His heart picks up the pace as the words leave the girls mouth. "Unless you don't feel the same otherwise pretend I didn't even-." Before she could finish he placed his hand over the girls mouth causing her to stop talking.

"I think I love you too." Your eyes began to sparkle at his words.

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"So your asking me to change." He rolls his eyes towards the girl. "I'm asking you to stop killing your self by doing theses." She tells him picking up the small bag with the white powder "Your over dramatic." Losing his patience's he snatches the bag from her.

"I don't even know who you are anymore." By his expression she can tell that hurt him. "I was thinking the same thing." With that he grabs his keys and walks away.

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You paced back in forth with the test in your hand. Two lines meant one thing. You were pregnant. There was an thing inside you growing.

"Y/n!" Colson yelled as the door opened and closed behind him. You however couldn't move, you could barely breathe. So you just stood there looking at the test in your hands. His foot steps got louder and closer and next thing you knew he walked right into the bedroom. "Hey do you wanna-" his voice slow trailed off as he saw the test in your hands. "I'm pregnant." You said it to yourself mostly trying to believe it. His face broke out into the biggest smile ever.He swiftly picked you up and swung around. Causing laughs to escape your mouth.

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"Your pregnancy was unfortunately ectopic. My deepest condolences.” You and Colson were left alone in the room. You were starting at your hands and his foot was tapping on the floor.

"It wasn't your fault Y/n." He tried but your gaze never left your hands. "We can't try again okay.....it.. it wasn't you."your head barely moved but he knew you were saying okay.

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"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM." You scream at him it's seems like after the hospital all you do is fight. "YOUR MY PROBLEM." He spit towards you. "WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO YOU."  You we're tired of fighting.

"I'm not happy." His voice was quite and low almost inaudible. "Colson what ever it is we can fix it." You released a sigh hoping this was the end of fighting. "No Y/N I'm not happy with you." His words making you heart ache.

"You...you.. I ." Yo didn't know what to say. "I can't keep doing this we need.. to break up." You could have sworn you heard your own heart crack.

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A tear escaped his eyes. You raised your very weak hand and wiped it away. He leaned into your touch. "Megan's here your not alone." You try and reason. "Don't leave me please I ruined a ten year relationship but we can fix it okay. We can get married and have kids just don't leave. Cassie would love siblings." The more the tears fell from his eyes it's almost like the harder it was to hold on.

"Colson we can't we weren't meant to end up together and that's okay. It's okay." Her body grew weaker the harder she fought to stay. "Why don't we end this how we started it." A week laugh escaped her. "Kiss me Baker if your not scared." Colson have her a sad chuckle and for the last time connected there lips.

Once they pulled away. You heard him utter softly. "I wanted to do that since the day we met." The slow beat of the Monitor began to die out that's when Colson knew you were gone.

Beep...Beep.......beep..........beep............

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I still have yet to do a Durge run but I can't stop thinking that Shadowheart x Durge would be such a fun pairing

Mr/Mrs/Mx "my path is paved with corpses and I crave violence" x Mrs "hope is a cruel illusion, lady of sorrows guide me"

They sort of make each other better people (or worse) but they're just really edgy and cringy about it and make everyone else mildly uncomfortable

Deadass the MGK and Megan Fox relationship where they got those stupid fucking rings that they cant take off or they cut their fingers up or something

Two goth teens who sit on their bedroom floor listening to metal and smoking cigarettes and showing each other their emo poetry about like darkness and blood and stuff

Shadowheart is the only one in the team who could listen to Durge say shit like "I am the cursed slayer, the embodiment of carnage" and not feel embarrassed (or dare I say get horny somehow)

Durge: "Here's a drawing I made of an evil version of the red m&m, just a glimpse into my twisted reality"

Shadowheart, twirling her hair: "You're so dark and misunderstood babe, we should make out right now"

[teddypickerry]

here me out! how about like a reader x tommy (the real one, not megan fox’s rat looking bf), but like reader is butterflies and rainbows, and like the band will not stop mocking how soft tommy is for reader. like ofc take your time.

𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 !

pairings! tommy lee x soft reader <3

word count! 1.9k

warnings! cursing, mentions of sex, it’s a fucking mötley crüe fic babe what do you expect?

a/n! okay i had to write this like five fucking seconds after i got it bc 1) calling mgk megan’s rat looking bf made me fall in love w you 2) THIS REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF MY BEST FRIEND AND HER LOVE FOR TOMMY. so i used her favvvvorite photo of t-bone and am dedicating this to her <3 muah. the tommy to my nikki. ALSO THIS IS UNEDITED SO IF IT SUCKS THEN FUCK YOU ;)

tommy lee bass was never good with girlfriends. with the mötley timeline, he had bullwinkle and honey. and if you know anything about either of them... you know he doesn't have the best track record. he was with both of them for all the wrong reasons. bullwinkle came like a track star which purely excited him. and honey had the body of a pornstar. but their relationship had its ups and downs... a butter knife in his back, an engagement, her cheating with his best friend, and ending with him slapping her. so... maybe he wasn't the best with relationships.

tommy loved for all the wrong reasons. it wasn't because of the rockstar persona or the fortune or the fame. it was simply how tommy was made and how he existed. he opened himself up to love and he loved so fucking hard with all of the t-bone's in his body. tommy's a lover, he's a romantic — even if it's in a fucked up way. so when he found y/n, a girl who set his world ablaze. the moment he saw her, he didn't just look at her boobs. he noticed the two braids in her hair. he noticed the shimmer eyeshadow that just made her eyes glimmer. she was beautiful and not just for her body or for specific talents. she was beautiful for her outlook on life that tommy learned to love, one quite positive formed with a smile.

it'd been two months since tommy'd met his new and improved lover girl. he'd not once had the urge to cheat on the girl or even have the thought. he was indulged with her choice of books over parties or her excessive bright wardrobe. she was unconditionally herself. and he was fucking head over heels for that. y/n had yet to meet the band, despite the long relationship (in tommy's book). it was safe to say she was stressing about it. they were a bunch of dickwads according to all the magazines and tommy. but he loved them and they were his best fucking friends.

so she tugged on her pink sweater that tucked into her jeans. her white tennis shoes pacing back and forth while she waited for tommy in the foyer of his new apartment. decked floor to ceiling in animal prints of all sorts and records hes never bothered to play. she was anxious and it showed. it was a lot meeting her boyfriend's best friends who were also his band mates. he spoke about them with the goofiest grin and had the dumbest stories. just yesterday he'd told her about last year when he and nikki were so high they jumped on a train and then had to jump off a mile or so later. resulting in a very long walk back to the hotel.

his band wasn't just his band mates they were practically family and we've all heard the girlfriend meeting the family horror stories. the sound of his mismatched red and black converse hitting the floor was unheard as y/n messed with her hair in the mirror next to the door. tommy swung the keys to his new ferrari on his finger as he watched her for a moment. before bursting into a brief smile. "dude, you look fucking great. stop worrying."

"babe, stop 'dude'ing me." y/n giggled as she turned to him with her smile that made her dimples pop. he pressed his lips together as he made his way past her, brushing her head with a kiss as he opened the door with one hand. it wasn't long before the couple was out the door and in the seats of the ferrari.

the car ride was short to vince's place. the singer was throwing a little day party — hardly a party, rather a band meeting, but anything with mötley turned into a party. the little party was also a reason for the boys to meet y/n which they all looked forward to. it was rare any of them were not so focused on themselves to care about the other's love life. but this time was different, or at least so it seemed to them. tommy had a new "love of his life" every week. you could say it was the same ol' situation.  but they - specifically mick, had a feeling about this one. one that was solidified the moment the couple made their way to the front door.

hands intertwined between the rockstar and the angel as they approached the entry way. tommy glanced down at his girlfriend with a smile when he noticed the look on her face. the one she had just a few weeks ago when she was preparing for an interview at a bookstore she's been eyeing for awhile. y/n aced the interview and she would ace this. "don't be so nervous, you're too pretty for that." the drummer winked making his girlfriend give him a look. "will you shut up, please?"

"i agree with the chick," a voice sounded from the doorway making the young couple turn their heads. stood in all his glory was the singer himself, vince neil. he had a bandana tied around his neck which covered his slightly sunburn chest. he was in leather pants despite the mere 80s of LA. "dude, we didn't even knock."

"yeah but i saw a pretty girl out my window so y'know." vince shrugged it off with a smirk at the girl. tommy furrowed his eyebrows as he held up the two intertwined hands. "yeah, we'll, she's taken."

"ne'vah stupd anee id us befu." a voice mumbled as another rocker made his way to the doorway. one presumably known as nikki sixx. a toothbrush was in his mouth, white toothpaste spilling out the corners. the couple gave the man confused glances as he rolled his eyes and spat in the grass. "never stopped any of us before — hi, darling, i'm nikki." he put his hand forward with the cock of his eyebrow. y/n shook his hand and smiled, "i'm y/n. it's nice to meet you guys."

"the infamous y/n," vince purred as he glanced back at tommy as if complimenting his 'women' skills. "yeah well don't get any fucking ideas — im talking to you, fiancée fucker!" tommy announced towards the bassist who simply raised his hands in defense before passing out on the couch next to mick mars. vince stepped aside as the couple entered. tommy refused to let go of his girlfriend which the band was quick to notice. "y/n/n, this is the guys i guess. nikki — y'know, vince, and this old tombstone is mick."

"hi," the two greeted to another simultaneously. tommy sat on the couch with y/n following, her thigh pressed against his as she sat anxiously. she'd yet to see drugs or naked women like she'd anticipated. so far just dudes in a room with a far too expensive sound system. the silence was echoing in the large LA home. nikki stretched out as he watched y/n with daring eyes, tommy not even wanting to know what was trapped in this thoughts. mick too was watching the girl but rather in confusion. she seemed normal, so why was she with the dumbest motherfucker he knew? vince sat down last, a glass of something in his hand as he sat at the edge of the couch. he eyed tommy who was mouthing something at him.

"so y/n," mick started as he blinked behind his sunglasses. "why this one?" the guitarist asked with such simplicity that made nikki burst into a deep laughter, resulting in a glare from tommy. "will you guys shut the fuck up for once?" he shrugged when he glanced back at the toothbrush nikki had on his chest. "wait- why are you brushing your teeth at like four?"

"went down on this girl, she was on her period, man." nikki shrugged as if it was the most normal thing ever. no one seemed phased minus y/n, who genuinly had never heard someone shrug something that criminal off that way. it wasn't long before the questions got dumber and dumber — which seemed impossible with the ones they asked, but they did. and y/n lasted no more than ten minutes with the band before she ventured off into the kitchen where the other girls were sat around. all arguing over who was better in bed — mötley boys or guns and roses boys. she drowned out the conversation after a short blonde asked her how many rockstars she'd slept with. when she answered with one, they went ballistic.

"slash is too full of himself, tommy knows what he's doing." one of the girls giggled before taking a bite of a pretzel and spitting it out as if she'd die. "tommy's great," another one added, a redhead. a few giggled as one of them uncomfortably sat there with a fucked up smile. "guys, tommy's dating this one." y/n froze as she sipped on her water. they all looked at her and giggled as if it were impossible, because tommy would never settle in their eyes. he's tommy lee.

"excuse me," she mumbled as she stood up and made her way out of the kitchen, nearly falling into the arms of her boyfriend in the process. he stood in the hallway with an empty glass on his way for a refill. he placed it on vince's table when he noticed his girlfriend's face. "what's going on?"

"tommy you've fucked like every girl in that room." she mustered up, her smile gone. it was a rare sight to see her without her big and beautiful grin. the world was sunshine and rainbows in her eyes but it was like thunder in a rainstorm right now. "they're all talking about if you or slash are better in bed. it's just... look i know you have a past and you're done with all the sleeping around now. but, i just couldn't listen to it anymore. they laughed when one of them said i was your girl. like it was insane."

the drummer's face softened as he placed his finger under her chin, lifting it up to be directly in his eyesight. "those groupies are wild, y/n. they'll fuck anyone to tour with us so they think they know all. but no one knows how i feel 'bout you, because i'm fucking wild for you baby." he pressed his lips against hers as her eyes shut on demand. his kiss was soft and genuine and he threw in a little tongue — the tommy way of course. it wasn't long before she pulled away, not wanting to have a full on makeout session in his friend's house. her smile was back on an instant as she glanced up at the man with her pink lips. tommy mirrored the expression as he wrapped his arms around her. "baby, let go. i'm gonna go to the bathroom."

"'m 'kay. don't leave me for too long," he blew her a kiss as she walked off into the bathroom and shut the door. the moment he heard voices he cursed to himself. "oh baby, i'd never leave you for too long." vince mimicked in a sexy voice as nikki threw a heart with his fingers and shot it at his best friend. mick pursed his lips and blew a kiss at the drummer. "oh, baby."

"you're fucking dead." the drummer groaned before chasing the three men out of the house, like fucking mötley crüe man.

[yamahex]

Sinful

Summary: You and Jack have some fun at a Halloween party.

Content Warning: 17+ Smut/ Mature Themes THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

Pairing: Jack x Female Reader

A/N: This does include the reader in a sexy nun costume and Jack in a priest costume, which is all for the purpose of the plot. So if you’re serious about religion feel free to skip this. Also I kinda based off that Megan fox and MGK pic but that’s besides the point. Sorry I tried to get it up before 12 but shit happens.

Jack watched from the bathroom doorway as you finished applying your makeup. His eyes raked over your body and the tight costume that hugged against it. He pushed up his glasses (which you convinced him to wear) then made eye contact with you in the mirror.

“Ready babe?”

You turned around with an excited expression on your face and your hands moved to flatten out the costume.

Jack actually wanted to match this year so the two of you agreed on being a priest and a nun, despite the potential controversy. Plus it gave you an excuse to be slutty, which is truly what Halloween is about.

You looked at him in his black shirt and dress pants. On his neck hung a cross and in the collar of the shirt was the signature white piece. Your eyes widened at the way his biceps partly strained against the sleeves of his shirt. He looked so damn fine.

“Damn Jack, I’m gonna have to go into confession after seeing you in this.” He chuckled and walked up to you. His hands made a cross over your forehead.

“You forget your place, sister.”

Your head lowered in submissiveness.

“Forgive me father.”

The two of you shared a laugh before a smirk appeared on his face.

“Don’t forget-“ Your attention turned to his hand which held a tiny remote. “I’m controlling you tonight.”

His finger pressed the button sending a high vibration straight to your core, causing you to grip on to the counter.

“Fuck.” The vibrations caused your breath to stagger and your lip to find its place between your teeth.

After a couple more seconds he turned it off and allowed you to compose yourself, although you knew the rest of the night he wouldn’t be so nice.

At The Party

The moment the two of you walked in, all eyes were on you. The room soon filled with oo’s and claps of approval, for managing to be the hottest couple in the room. Before you were able to walk away Jack grabbed your arm and pulled you back. He leaned down and whispered into your ear.

“Don’t disappoint me tonight.”

He pulled back then made his way through the venue. You straightened out the latex outfit and began to follow. The two of you walked up PG who happened to be talking to a few ladies.

Urban chuckled at the sight of you two.

“Well if it isn’t Father Harlow and Sister L/N, aren’t you two looking holy tonight?”

You placed your hand together as a sign of prayer.

“Bless your heart, Mr. Wyatt.”

“I can assure you, we’ll be acting anything but holy tonight.” Jack laughed to himself as his fingers pressed on the remote in his pocket.

The feeling caused your body to jolt but you quickly stood up straight, trying to fix it.

“You good Y/N?” 2fo asked in concern.

“Mhm-”

“She’s good.” Jack held you by your waist as the vibrations continued. He let go on for another minute before stopping you from cumming. You sighed out in frustration which earned a chuckle from him. He once again bent down to be leveled with your ear.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy did you?” Your breath staggered while you tried to ground yourself.

Throughout the night he taunted you with that damn toy, denying your orgasm time after time. The latest break he allowed was soon cut short when the vibrations kicked back on. At this point you were so sensitive that it wouldn’t take much to drive you over the edge.

“Come on baby, let’s get you a drink.” Jack grabbed your hand softly and you sighed in annoyance.

Trying your best to walk normally you soon noticed that Jack had passed the drink table. Instead you were being pulled to what seemed to be a random guest room.

After gently pushing your trembling body inside Jack closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it.

“J-Jack, I can’t take it anymore.” Your thighs were clenched as you tried to push away your approaching orgasm.

“I think it’s time you repent, baby.” Jack made his way to the ottoman in front of the bed, sitting down while eyeing your distressed frame.

His hands moved to undo the buckle on his pants then turned off the vibrator. Your chest quickly moved up and down.

“God, Jack!” You whined in impatience.

“The blasphemous tongue of yours should be put to better use. On your knees for me, pretty girl.”

You immediately obliged him, sinking down to your knees while looking up at him with needy eyes. His eyes looked down, pointing you in the direction where you needed to be.

You quickly pulled him out of his boxers and wrapped your mouth around him, causing him to groan. One of his hands made its way into your hair and slowly pushed you down his length while the other turned on the vibrator again. The sudden vibration made you moan against him.

“Fuck, babe you’re such a needy slut. You like me having control over your body all night?” You nodded against him as your tongue continued to move around him.

He could tell from the sound of your whimpers that you were close and he wasn’t to far behind.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, baby.” You felt yourself clench against the toy and Jack’s grip on your hair tighten as he came. He pulled you off of his dick which allowed some of the thick ropes to cover your face.

With the two of you breathless he looked down at you with a smirk on his lips. His thumb stroked your cheek lovingly, then gathered some of the thick substance upon it. You then felt him draw a cross with his cum on your forehead.

“Absolutely Fucking Sinful.”

[fangirlstuff]

hiii bestie! I saw your post about request and I had to jump in to request an austin butler x reader. They are basically married and they do the buzzard couple quiz and how austin basically wins because he knows every little detail about the reader, his newly wife🥹, and then all the fans are gushing about them on social media. like he basically knows her skincare routine, her birth chart, her workout routine snd the type of make up she shops for and like all of those super specific and detailed things she never thought he noticed 😚 I would absolutely love that If you don’t mind pls!

Hiii!!! This is my first ask ever so I’m not sure if I’m doing this right, but we’ll find that out.

Couple’s Quiz

Summary: Austin knows everything about the reader in an interview and a little fluff follows :)

Pairing: Austin Butler x f!reader (no y/n, just first person)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none! It’s all cute :)

AN: I watched an interview like this a while ago, with MGK and Megan Fox on GQ, so I’m using the same format. I hope that’s what you mean!! Also, there isn’t really a lot to base Austin off of, so most of this is what I think he’d be like. And just pretend that the video came out the same day. It’s a magic video.

The calendar on the fridge told me we had quite the day ahead of us. The sun was just beginning to rise, and the air was heating up, as only California could. Austin hadn’t come downstairs yet, so his mug of coffee was steaming on the countertop.

I looked again at my hand, feeling the unfamiliar weight tugging it back down to where it had been at my waist. The diamond glittered in the kitchen lights, painting little patterns on the ceiling as I moved it back and forth. Only nights ago I got this ring- a beautiful, no doubt million-dollar one. I beamed at it for the millionth time. It told me that things had only just begun, but it reminded me of the many nights Austin and I had already spent together, of the nights before those when I was hopelessly in love with a boy on screen.

But the man came down the stairs, wearing his favorite “casual” outfit of hundred dollar jeans and jewelry, but he still kept the same, priceless smile. He got fruit out of the fridge and checked the calendar. He tapped it with the back of his finger as he looked at me.

“We have our couple’s quiz.”

“Our what?” I asked. I hadn’t looked into it, and Austin did all the planning.

“With GQ?” I shook my head. “They ask us questions about each other, and we keep track with points or whatever.”

“Oh, that sounds interesting.” And it did, but I didn’t want to spend the day in another headquarters of another news company I didn’t consume for things other than work. I wanted to spend it back in the Islands, where we had our honeymoon just a day ago. I wanted my feet back in the sand, my hands in Austin’s, the ring still uncomfortable on my finger. It was peaceful there, where there weren’t cameras everywhere.

Austin hummed, breaking me from my thoughts. He set the stuff on the counter and turned to give me a hug. His arms ate me whole, swallowing him in his soft t-shirt. I smiled against his neck, just where my head reached.

“It’ll be fun, promise.” He told me. “But I know I’m gonna win.”

I backed up. “No way! I was a fan before we started dating!”

“Hmmm, maybe. But I still think I can do it.”

“Guess you’ll have to prove it, sweetheart.” I kissed his nose, and we began our day.

&@&@

People with blank faces pushed Austin and I into chairs on a set that could have resembled a room if it didn’t have two walls. The bright purple of it all burned my eyes, but I blinked it away, smiling into the camera.

We were handed large cards with questions, and we were instructed to read them to each other like we were having a conversation, like this wasn’t forced at all. So I tried my best.

The introductions were rough, but it got going soon after.

“I’ll go first,” Austin said. He was speaking to me, even though we were meant to be filming a video. “We’ll start off easy. Where did we meet?”

“That is easy. I met you first at Comic Con, four years back. Then we met again at a party.”

“You were press,” he added. I nodded, swallowing harshly as I remembered that night. He never liked press, but he almost hovered around me all night instead of being the other way around. He seemed enchanted, the party’s lights dancing in his eyes. He didn’t look away from me, and we left halfway through my favorite song to go get real food. We never really left each other after that. “You get a point.” He said. Then, “Where is my favorite place to visit?”

“The Islands.” I gave him a wink that I hoped the camera didn’t catch. He smiled. “But past that, you’ve been working daily.”

“Sadly, but it’s important.”

I wanted to tell him how important I thought his work was, but I didn’t quite think I could put that into words during an interview. But I had spent nights over the phone with him when he was stuck in Australia, just telling him how good he was doing, how important his role of The King was, and how many lives he would change, how many things he could influence.

“That’s another point. I don’t really have a favorite place. It literally says that on the card.” He showed the camera. “Okay, now, what’s my hidden talent?”

I blushed, but quickly shook it from my head, giggling. He laughed too, but he sent a worried look into the camera. “You don’t get road rage.” I said when my fit was done.

“That’s true,” he said. “I don’t know why. California drivers suck too, I just don’t think getting angry helps.” He told the audience behind the screen. I admired his skill, knowing what to say to a crowd that wasn’t there. That’s something I thought I understood, what with being in press, but I couldn’t quite do it like he could. “I’m giving you two points because I didn’t even think of it. I have here ‘guitar.’” He read.

“That’s not hidden!” I protested.

“It’s not, but I don’t want to play for anyone but you.”

I smiled at him, then remembered that I wasn’t really here for him, that it was all about them. Behind the camera. “You hear that? I get concerts you guys don’t.” I teased. I could almost feel the millions of teenage hearts break.

We went back and forth with simple questions. I got most of them right, and the ones I didn’t left me in a crisis. How did I not know his astrological sign? Or his car type? Or hardly anything about his childhood? I felt horrible about it, and if it wasn’t about to be my turn to read the cards aloud, I would have told him to tell me everything, starting from his earliest memory, to right this very second. To not leave anything out, not even what he had for breakfast one day in seventh grade.

But I read the first card aloud anyway. We could do that later.

“How many tattoos do I have? And what are they?”

“One, it’s on your ribs.” He smiled as he recited the quote perfectly. It was an excerpt from my favorite book.

“Why do I have it? That’s not on here, I just want to know if you know.” I shook the cardboard sign around.

“It made you who you are today, it changed the way you think about life.”

I sighed and threw the card onto the floor, looking into the camera as I did so. “Three points.” I told it. I looked back at Austin, who was beaming. “What’s my favorite way to decompress?”

He opened his mouth, and then closed it. Then he said, “reading, tea, a bath. You do chores too, like laundry and dishes and things.”

“Maybe I should get stressed out more often, we have lots of chores to catch up on.”

“No, I don’t want that,” He smiled. “We can do them together. Stress-free.”

“Four points.”

“You’re being lenient.”

“I am not,” I joked. “Okay, what’s my astrological sign?”

“You mean the one you just got wrong for me?”

“That’s the one,”

“You’re a Saggitarius.”

I gasped. “I think that’s true. That’s what the card says.”

“She doesn’t even know her own sign,” He told the camera.

“I don’t, it’s a crime.”

And the more questions I asked, the more his points grew. They passed mine in three questions, and he was beaming at me the whole time. He answered the questions like I was on posters everyone had in their rooms, like I was the internet star, not him. He knew things about me that I didn’t remember telling him, things that I didn’t even remember myself.

At the end of the twenty questions, he left me almost speechless. We said our goodbyes to the people in the camera and watched the red recording light turn off.

&@&@&

We got home in the late afternoon. The palm trees outside our door swayed in the breeze, painted gold with the sun. I set my bag down on the chair, where it would be forgotten until the morning, and draped myself over the outdoor couch by the pool.

I had my phone out for a second, watching Twitter notifications fill up my screen faster than I could clear them.

“They’re adorable!!! I wish I had love like theirs!!!!” And, “god, I wish I could be her.” Then, “her outfit is adorable! And they match!!!!!”

I turned it off and set it next to me.

Austin joined me, stomach down on the scratchy cushion. He closed his eyes. We both lied there, silent for a moment. The city went on around us, the sounds of cars and airplanes filling the quiet.

“You really knew all that about me?” I asked.

He nodded. “‘Course, baby.”

“Why do you remember all of it? I don’t even know half the stuff you told me about myself.” I admitted.

“Because you’re important to me.” He opened his eyes after a second. “You’re everything to me.”

I knew he had literally vowed that to me earlier this week, that it was in writing in a lockbox upstairs, but it still made my heart flutter.

“You’re my everything too, but I didn’t know most of that stuff.” I laughed.

“And that’s okay,” he assured me. “Remembering stuff is my way of showing my love. Yours is making food, it’s taking care of me. Of all that,” he nodded his head toward my phone, which kept buzzing between us. “And knowing when not to.”

He was right.

“I love you,” he said. His eyes were on mine.

“I love you too.” I kissed him lightly. “I think I love you more than I can say into a camera.” I joked.

“I get that, I don’t like talking into cameras. At least there were people back there today.”

I nodded, then closed my eyes, the silence taking back over. It was never uncomfortable with him, I never felt like I had to break it to save my relationship, and I knew it was a good thing.

Tiredness took my body over, and I fell asleep under the sun in Austin’s arms. Interviewing was exhausting, but if it made me feel as good as I did then, then I would do it over and over again.

[psychicreadsgirl]

Can you do a reading between Megan fox & Mgk? She keeps saying they’re twin flames

I don't do twin flame readings so can't say there.

I do feel Megan excuses some of MGK's behaviour through this concept. Their marriage is very extreme and has a lot of ups and downs. There's a lot of drama and a lot of intense emotions, particularly from Megan. I feel like she tries more than him to sustain the marriage. She romanticizes his behavior/actions a lot.

They fight a lot and these fights can be quite violent from both sides. Scratches, throwing objects, tons of shouting, crying, cutting someone??? or threatening to cut someone?? Then after the fight or sometimes during the fight they'll end up kissing and having s*x. Somehow there's a lot of makeup s*x..

For Megan, she needs that extremeness and intensity to feel like this is "true" love. Without these, she feels like it's not "true" love.

MGK cares about her and does love her, but I feel like she loves him more and obsesses about him more. MGK has a possessive side and he partly loves Megan because she's really desirable in other people's eyes. A lot of people find Megan to be super sexy and super pretty, so MGK gets a lot of satisfaction knowing that he was the one that married Megan and has s*x with her.

I do feel that MGK can stray in a relationship. Sometimes it's due to alcohol or other substances. Sometimes he just feels flirty. I think Megan doesn't know this fully and even if she did know, she'd turn a blind eye and tell herself that he's a "runner". She's the one for him.

Both of their jealousy levels are very high. Both of them have the possibility of k*lling out of "love" or jealousy. It's that intense and I think Megan is sort of proud of that??? If MGK were to do something bad and needed Megan to cover for him, she would agree to cover for him.

I do feel that Megan is the one doing a lot to please MGK. She has been compromising a lot. I don't really see him putting as much effort in the marriage as him or perhaps he is just more emotionally "cold"/less expressive.

He does hide his feelings a lot and guards his inner thoughts. He escapes some trauma/unhappiness he has experienced when he was younger through alcohol, pleasure, or other substances. I feel he uses Megan as a form of escape like this relationship. He has unresolved trauma from his childhood. Megan says stuff like she's the only one for him, only one who truly understands him when he's having one of his moments where he's suffering a lot.

Yes, I can see images of his past being very painful for him and I have to dig hard to see these, meaning that he doesn't want to open the past again and he wants to erase these. He felt very alone when he was young and forced to grow up very quickly. He didn't have very good/stable role models around him, so he had to figure out how to grow up by himself. I see his father being too depressed to really look after MGK and MGK just minding his own business at a young age. I see MGK sometimes sitting on the ground like in a closet like place with his arms wrapped around his legs and just crying.

I don't feel he hates his mother now, but he has a lot of mixed emotions about his mother and confusion like why did she leave him and how could she leave him? MGK hasn't resolved his issues with his past even though he has tried to do this. This is a lifelong exercise for him.

In a way, the intensity from his relationship with Megan makes him feel he's needed and loved. Sometimes he can do some drastic things or say some harsh things to her to see if she'll leave him because if she stays, that's "true" love. In some ways I feel like MGK doesn't really understand what "love" is but he knows that he doesn't want to be alone. He can be assured through Megan that she'll be there through thick and thin.

[steampunkforever]

The Expendables has always been a franchise based on the concept of assembling the avengers but with 80s action film meatheads. If--God forbid--they reboot the series in 30 years, it'll be much easier for them because the cast of the Fast and the Furious already exists. The thing is that we're 13 years on from the release of the first movie and the series' cast of tired action stars willing to give it one last shot is on its fourth attempt at a final mission. Also they replace the A in expendables with a 4 this time, joining films like Se7en and Taken 3.

It goes without saying but I have to stress that this film is atrocious. The writing is bad. The acting is bad. The directing is bad. You should not see this. The CGI is on par with the early sharknado films. If I hadn't gotten my ticket for free I would've been miserable. At one point Jason Statham fires a gun that was clearly locked open on empty already.

Most 4th installments into any film franchise suffer from this, but Expend4bles runs the "Look at these action heroes" premise into the ground. Statham, Stallone, and Lundgren almost look bored the whole time, Megan Fox gives the second worst performance of her career (slotting in right under the MGK movie she was in for some reason) and though I hope it was just the script and poor direction, I'm starting to have my doubts. The only person who seemed engaged the entire time was 50 Cent, who is in this for some reason, and he just seemed happy to be there.

It's a remarkably awful, lazy film, and nothing seems more emblematic of this than when Jason Statham blows up a helicopter full of presumably innocent US airmen and nobody mentions this fact after the matter. This is probably the worst film I've seen in theaters all year, and I saw Fast X.

[apolloanddaphnis]

Currently writing the first chapter of my Colson Baker x OC fic.

[storiesforallfandoms]

possessive ~ eminem x machine gun kelly

word count: 1777

request?: yes!

“Inspired by a question you have already answered would you be willing to write an enemies to lovers Mgk x Eminem red carpet fluff?”

“Mgk x Eminem, mgk and Eminem have been seeing each other for awhile now in secret sense people still believe that they hate each other, then there’s a article saying that mgk and Megan fox are dating and Eminem is jealous and mgk teases him sense he tells he is jealous but Eminem pretends he isn’t. Mgk and Eminem are at a music event and they both came separately and the paparazzi/interviewer are asking about mgk and Megan fox after they saw them talking to each other and Eminem just goes up to mgk and kisses him and everyone is shocked and mgk says “jealous much”. If that makes sense and please and thank you”

description: in which they become the most unlikely couple in private, but things get public when a rumor makes one of them jealous

pairing: eminem x machine gun kelly

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

One would think that a relationship founded on the basis of a beef between two rappers would not be one that lasted. In fact, one would likely believe the “relationship” probably consisted mostly of hate sex and then both parties would go on their own ways.

To be fair, there was plenty of that in the beginning. Actually, that’s how Marshall and Colson first got together.

They ran into another at a music event shortly after their beef had started. Marshall was trying to be the bigger person and stay out of it, but Colson had other plans. He kept antagonizing Marshall the entire night just trying to get some form of reaction out of him. He wasn’t sure why he was so determined to do this, he just knew he wanted Marshall to snap and do something.

That “something” came in the form of Colson being roughly shoved to his knees and a dick ending up in his mouth.

Definitely not a reaction he expected, but he wasn’t exactly complaining about it.

One thing led to another and their beef turned into a sexual relationship, which then - to both of their surprises - turned into a real, romantic relationship.

They decided to keep the relationship a secret, naturally. For one, finding out that they were dating right after the beef was going to sound suspicious. They didn’t think the fans were going to believe them anyways given Marshall had never publicly spoken about his sexuality, which was another reason they were keeping things quiet. But coming out about it after their very public beef was going to make people believe them even less they were sure.

But it was hard to keep quiet when rumors started going around about Colson and his co-star, Megan, hooking up on set of their newest movie.

Marshall tried not to be jealous, but it was hard not to be when he was seeing pictures of his boyfriend being very touchy-feely with a beautiful woman almost constantly on Twitter.

This is why I don’t use social media, he thought to himself as he scrolled through pictures of Megan and Colson laughing behind the scenes for the movie. He felt his temper rise with every picture he passed.

He felt a kiss pressed against his temple and he quickly locked his phone and dropped it on his lap.

“What are you looking at?” Colson asked.

Marshall shrugged. “Nothing. Just...news and shit on Twitter.”

“Oh yeah?” Colson sat next to Marshall, a knowing smile on his face. “Can I see?”

“It’ll probably bore you. There wasn’t anything of important anyways.”

Colson glanced at Marshall before taking his phone. Marshall made a move to stop him, but then stopped short. Colson took the phone and unlocked it, opening up the pictures that Marshall had been looking at a moment ago. He scrolled through Twitter for a brief moment before locking Marshall’s phone again and passing it back to him.

“Someone’s jealous,” he said in a sing-song voice.

Marshall scoffed. “Jealous? What would I be jealous of? I know you’re mine.”

Colson leaned over to kiss Marshall’s cheek. “And don’t you forget it.”

Marshall watched as the younger man got up and grabbed his coat. He stopped himself from asking where Colson was going. He knew that he had filming that day, and the last thing he wanted to do was seem even more jealous after being caught looking at those pictures.

Colson pulled his coat on and turned back to the older man. “Seriously, babe, don’t worry about it. There’s nothing between Megan and I. The tabloids just need something to get excited about for a while. Once filming is finished they’ll forget all about this with me and Megan.”

Marshall nodded but didn’t say anything in response. Colson smiled at him once more before walking out the door. Marshall listened as the car engines started and he heard Colson’s car pull out of the driveway. Once he was sure the younger man was gone, he picked up his phone and started looking at the pictures once again.

~~~~~~

Weeks passed and the rumors stayed consistent. Marshall tried not to pay much attention to them, but he found himself being pulled into it all due to the fact that he and Megan had worked together in the past. Everyone liked to make jokes that “Eminem got to Megan Fox before Machine Gun Kelly did” and bringing up Marshall’s music video for Love The Way You Lie in comparison to the video that Colson did for Bloody Valentine, which also featured Megan.

Marshall had snuck on set of the movie that Megan and Colson were working on after Colson insisted he come meet Megan. Of course, Megan remembered him fondly and was glad to see Marshall again. She also assured him that there was nothing between her and Colson.

Even with the assurance from both her and him, Marshall still found himself growing more and more jealous with every mention of the two of them together. He had never questioned the decision to keep their relationship a secret until now. Now, he was dying to tell the world that it wasn’t Megan who had captured Colson’s heart.

The two rappers were invited to an award show, which meant another night of showing up alone. Colson had left first, giving Marshall a quick kiss and saying he’d meet him at the award show. Marshall waited about 30 minutes before his own ride showed up and he made his way to the award show as well.

He was going to bypass the reporters and paparazzi. He didn’t like dealing with any of that, even on red carpets. Usually, he’d slip into the event unnoticed and slip out at the end of the night the same way. He wasn’t even sure why he decided to come. He knew he wasn’t going to win the award he was up for and he wasn’t performing. He should’ve just stayed home and waited for Colson to come back.

That was the plan anyways. Until he got out of his vehicle and caught of glimpse of Colson on the red carpet talking to Megan.

She was laughing at something he said, leaning into him, and the paparazzi were going wild. Marshall knew that the whole scene was likely just for the cameras, but he couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy that was swirling in him. Before he knew it, he was walking the red carpet towards the two. He caught himself a few feet away, realizing that he was in a very public place and probably shouldn’t cause a scene.

The paparazzi and reporters were going crazy for his appearance. They all wanted to try and get an interview and a few pictures of him since this was such a rare occurrence. He decided to be swept into just one interview, side eyeing Colson and Megan as they parted from one another.

“Welcome to the red carpet, Eminem!” the overly joyful reporter said into her microphone. “We weren’t expecting to see you here tonight!”

Marshall shrugged. “Yeah, I don’t usually do red carpets. I...just decided to come out for this one.”

“Well, we’re glad to see you!”

Marshall looked over his shoulder at Colson, who was now pulled into his own interview not too far away. Colson glanced over at Marshall as well, his face not giving anything away.

“Uh-oh, do I sense trouble on the red carpet?”

His attention was brought back to the reporter. “What?”

“Because MGK is here,” she explained. “We all know you two have that long standing beef going on. I'd assume you guys are trying to keep your distance.”

Right, he thought. We’re supposed to be publicly beefing. Of course he’s going to act cold now.

“Yeah, we’re going to try and be civil,” he said. “I mean, I will try anyways.”

His attention drifted back over to Colson as he heard the younger man talking to the reporter. They were close enough that Marshall could pick out what they were saying.

“So, we say you with Megan Fox a little bit ago,” the reporter said as Colson finished speaking.

A fake smile was plastered on Colson’s face. “Yeah, uh...yeah. Megan is great. She’s such a dream to work with. She’s so professional, and she’s a great friend.”

“Just a friend?” The reporter raised a suggestive eyebrow at Colson.

It was enough to finally make Marshall snap.

He walked away from his own interview, with his reporter calling after him in confusion. He marched his way up to Colson, who looked at him in confusion.

Before he could stop himself or think rationally, Marshall grabbed Colson on either side of his face and pulled him down for a long kiss. He could hear a chorus of gasps around them, but he was too distracted to really care. It was long overdue, and he was finally putting an end to all the whisperings and rumors.

When he finally pulled away, Colson’s face was red but he was also smiling. Marshall turned to face the cameras pointed at all of them.

“Publish that, cocksuckers,” he said before turning away and walking the rest of the red carpet, ignoring all the people calling his name and all the bright, flashing cameras.

The minute he was inside the venue, realization of what he had done hit him. He started to feel nauseated and worried. Why did he do that? Why couldn’t he keep a lid on it for just one night? Now everyone knew, and God only knew how Colson was feeling after that.

I wish I still drank, he thought to himself as he eyed the open bar.

It wasn’t long before Colson was getting off the red carpet as well and entering the venue where Marshall was waiting for him. Colson walked right up to his boyfriend, the same way Marshall had done minutes earlier, and gave Marshall a big kiss.

This one was less possessive. It was more loving, more genuine. It wasn’t one of anger or upset, but one of passion. One that was long overdue to happen in person.

When they pulled away, Colson was smiling again.

“Jealous much?” he asked.

Marshall rolled his eyes. “Shut the fuck up. I was just tired of hearing Megan’s name.”

“Yeah, that’s jealousy, babe.”

“Whatever!” Marshall waved a dismissive hand at Colson. “I’m gonna go home. There’s no way I win this award anyways.”

“Uh, no you’re not. After that public display of affection, you are staying here and watching my performance at the very least.”

Marshall smiled at Colson. “Okay, I suppose I can do that.”

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is it just me or is machine gun kelly the bisexual idea of the perfect man and therefore explaining megan fox’s attraction to him???? i mean mgk is so🔥🔥🔥 either way...

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in a cursed parallel universe, megan fox x mgk is just grown up fexi

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NAME OR ALIAS / PRONOUNS

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25+

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PST

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Spiders and cancer.

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NAME

Megan Fox 

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AGE

37

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Megan comes in a clean slate from all past muns. She is also single from her relationship with MGK, dating back to when she called off the engagement in April of this year.

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UN/DN LAQR x Megan Fox

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[socialanxiety-queen]

Yes 👏🏻 so happy for them he’s so romantic and adorable~!