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(A/N: I’m sorry this was so late! I hope you still enjoy it!)

Sweet Welcomes:

There he was again, back in the same head space he tried to stay away from, a space he made just for the two of them. He was aimlessly scrolling through Instagram when he stumbled across a picture that stopped everything around him, leaving him in nothing but empty silence, there he was smile plastered across his face and his arms crossed over her shoulders, he remembered the memory like yesterday. He smiled allowing the same space to take his mind away.

He smelt the carnival popcorn, cotton candy and hotdogs “Come on Colson, it’ll be fun!” She exclaimed as she grabbed his hand gently ushering him through the crowd regardless of the stares and whispers around them. He hated going out with her, she deserved to be with someone that didn’t receive so much negative attention, she was too kind for that. “Colson Baker pay attention.” She teased as she poked his chest causing him to laugh as he shook his head “You’ve got all my attention baby girl.” He said grabbing her waist pulling her close to him as they rocked together in line.

More whispers, a few snide comments and nasty remarks that caused him to flinch and he knew she heard everyone of them but never did her smile falter,  she paid them no mind look up at the night sky “See it’s beautiful skies like this that you could sing about.” she said mindlessly as he smiled all attention on her soft facial features “You know? I will.” He said kissing her forehead as she laughed, the line began to move rapidly until they were seated on the Ferris wheel, going up. “You know, there’s no easy way to say this Colson.” She started as his heart began to sink into his chest as he watched her with sad eyes, he knew it was too good to be true, it always was. “So I’m just gonna say it.” She said taking a deep breath, “I love you.” “You’re breaking up with me?” They said in unison causing an awkward silence.

It didn’t dawn on Colson what she said in that moment “You love me?” He asked shocked as she looked out the cart towards the fields “You don’t have to say it back, I just needed to get it off my chest.” She said shrugging as he shook his head taking her face in his hands as he placed a soft kiss on her lips “Damn, I love you too. I didn’t want to say it first and scare you away.” He said softly as she laughed “Couldn’t scare me even if you tried Baker.” She teased as he laughed “A picture or it never happened” he teased her famous phrase as she laughed taking out her phone and snapping a few pictures.

He smiled as he scrolled to the caption “Whoa, it's my husbands birthday. It doesn’t get any less weirder to say, can’t believe I married this dork. He’s out and about in different countries while me and Casie are chilling at home make different dishes each night, so who's really losing? Anyway; this was supposed to be about my husband. So happy birthday to my favorite person in the entire world! Pictures or it never happened right?” He laughed as he called her “Yes loser?” She said into the phone “God I love you. Have I ever told you how lucky I am?” He said causing her to laugh “Everyday baby. Now hurry home, you have a lot of dishes to try.” She said as he laughed “Of course Mrs. Baker.” He teased as she sighed “Goodbye Mr. Baker, me and Casie love you.” She said as he replied a quick ’I love you’ in return before putting the phone down and resting his head on the seat.

“An hour before were home free.” Slim said tapping Colson as he nodded “I can’t wait.” He said smiling with anticipation, he couldn’t wait to see his family.

on some real shit if you like colson can we pls be friends and have like a big ol gc cause i wanna talk about this man with everyone lmao

this is just so damn adorable.

I Couldn't Be More In Love - part III

Colson and the reader have been friends since high school. “Friends”. Maybe they were more than that but before they never really spoke about it… and everything was okay until Colson started to act quite strange because the reader started to spend more and more time with his co-worker Harry Styles.

Part I

Part II

In the last couple of months I spent hella lot of time in the studio but I could not really compare nothing to the feeling what I felt when I recorded that particular song.

Maybe I needed to record it. Maybe it just cleaned my soul. It hurt me, but it felt so good.

Harry said that this might be the therapy I needed… and he was right. It wasn’t a composed song… everything just came from a really deep place… from my soul, from my heart. It wasn't planned... and maybe that was the reason why it was so... honest. Real.

"I think… I’m ready…" he stepped out from his fitting room after our photoshoot wearing already his chosen outfit for his birthday. The fact that he could pull off even a potato sack as much as Gucci was unbelievable. I think it was and still his superpower.

"That’s more than okay…. because I’m here waiting for the birthday boy." I stood up from my really comfortable chair and took his hand in mine. We decided that even if we had a long ass day we will celebrate his birthday with some friends in his house.

"You could have gone if you wanted…. " he said while we were walking to the car

"Oh yeah… that would have been such a good idea… turning up without the birthday boy. I think they would have killed me. They want you... Not me." I admitted.

I was really glad that we spent the last couple of hours doing some shoots and interviews because my makeup artist and hairdresser made me look kinda good so I didn’t have to worry to make something good out of my face alone… after that studio session I really needed some professional touch up… not just on my body but maybe on my soul too. sometimes I really think that these make-up artists in reality are wizards because they can do the impossible to happen.

"We thought that you would never really show up… " Matt Healy was the one who greeted Harry in the door.

"This perfection needs time to be made…" I pointed at Harry showing off his extravagant outfit which I was in love with.

"Y/N… Matt Healy… Matt Healy.. Y/N… your new lyricist love." Harry introduced me to his friend and I almost fainted hearing his words.

"Harry showed me some of your works… and Jesus Christ… when will you have free time for me? We have to work together… like ASAP." this kind of compliment was something I was never really dreaming of.

"Thank you… I think. And now, if you excuse me… I’m gonna hide somewhere where I can pass out for a bit…. because I was not expecting this… that’s for sure. Okay?" and I didn’t really try to hide my craziness I just needed some time alone… and maybe some alcohol in my blood too just to help me process everything.

"We can jam here too... We have everything here.... But mostly we need... us." I heard Harry and Matty chatting from the distance and I already started feeling excited but also relaxed. This space was my happy place, my friends were my happy place.

Just alone in the last year I met some really incredible and so talented people who I adore on a level what can’t really be explained with human words that I just gave up hiding my real feelings when I met them. I just really showed them how I felt then and there. Some people just deserved to be recognized and showed the love they can cause in the other's heart.

Maybe I was really overwhelmed by all the incredible people in the house that’s why I decided to go outside just for a minute, just for some fresh air… that’s when I saw a familiar car which wasn’t here when we arrived. Even if it was dark outside… I recognized that car… and then recognized the person who sat behind the wheel too… I just had to get closer.

How did he even get here? Why was he even here?

As I was getting closer and closer to him the heavy feeling inside my soul was getting more and more intense, but I just could not stop moving.

It was really Colson and he didn’t even notice me until I was right next to the car… because he was staring at his phone. When he saw me… I think he got scared a bit. He hesitated but then he started to let down the window but he didn't look at me.

It was clear that we hadn’t spoken in the last 24 hours. We could literally feel that. And there was a reason for that which was way more deeper than we thought before…. it was more than unspoken words. But my brain just could not function properly. Why? The answer was quite simply: I was afraid. To be honest… I was terrified.

"I bet you didn’t get back your license… so why are so driving around without it?" I just had to say something… no matter what but just some words... to melt the ice, to try to cover the awkwardness what we started to feel.

"Uuupps…" he admitted with an awkward smile. "You caught me…"

"I would be happier if you would take care of yourself… Mostly if you didn't try end up in jail... " I admitted and then somehow my hand just started to open the door because it was kinda frustrating that that thing was between us… and that he just didn’t really want to look at me properly. "How did you get here?" I asked him the right question.

"I don’t know… by car?" he answered and now I could smell his not so alcohol-free breath. His half ass joked didn't even reached my brain, I ignored it totally.

"I swear to God Colson… if you will drive like this again… I will kill you with my bare hands." I punched him in the chest, but he didn’t really care about it. He was there almost lifeless. "You really lost your mind…."

"And it seems I’m not the only one…. " he murmured then he touched his phone again so I could see what he was previously watching.

It was a recording of my last song in the studio… of THAT song.

"How… how did you get this?" my lips were trembling and when I wanted to reach out for his phone… he looked at me and our eyes finally met. I froze. My everything froze and I got paralyzed.

"The curly haired boy sent me this… with his adress." he let his phone fall to his lap while I was feeling that there were a storm coming for my body. I really thought that I was gonna pass out. My chest, my head, my body… every inch of me started aching intensely.

"I… I… I didn’t know about this…. He should not have..." I shook my head not really being able to form a proper sentence. I was shocked to say at least. The blood in my veins felt like ice cold water.

"Did you really write this for me?" he asked and when he did that I just had to lay to the door because if it would have not been there… I would have fallen. To move was something impossible for me. Maybe to exist was something even more impossible for me.

"For who else could have I written it?" I asked sarcastically maybe way too strongly.

"For anybody else… but not me… " and if something could hurt me… this was that something. If he would have said Harry’s name… I swear to God I would have buried him there and then in the garden.

"For God’s sake…" - I shook my head without even looking at him, without even breathing properly. "Why is that so imp…. " I wanted to say it out loud but before I could have finished my sentence, he brought me between his legs and his lips found mine.

First, I didn’t really know how to react so when he noticed this he thought that he made a mistake I made sure that he didn’t have to think that… not at all. Because after that first kiss… the second one was way more emotional.

That kiss had everything in it. The suffering of the last 24 hours, the tears from the studio, the lust I felt for him God knows since when. And maybe he felt something too because he sat back to the car pulling me on his lap as if it was the most natural thing to do.

I was holding his tired face between my fingers, I wanted to touch his soul as much as I wanted to touch every inch of his.

"Because I don’t deserve you… " he murmured to my lips when our forehead touched and needed some air to breathe. We tried to function properly, but it seemed that it was just not for us at the moment. "You are way too good for me… " he gently kissed my lips and while his words said one thing… his body said another thing.

" Can I decide that… ?" I asked then put my hands on the back of his neck staring at his ocean blue eyes which were shining so much that I just could not believe it. "I never really thought that… this would happen…never in a million years..." I bit my lips not really wanting to let him go. "Everything happens... so fast... "

"Yesterday… when you pulled that stunt on me… it took me so much strengths not to jump on you there and then and fuck the life out of you... " he admitted finally smiling a bit." … it was so hot that I just still can’t process it. I’m just so sorry that I was such an idiot… " and he said this I started to lay little, gentle kisses on his neck.

"A fact on what we can agree." I admitted getting closer to his ear, biting it a little bit. "But to be fair… the boys with a girlfriend never really were my type." I stated him referring to the well-known fact that Harry had a girlfriend which he didn’t really could process as it seemed before.

"I hope that he feels the same about this question too…" his hands just rested under my shirt, on my back, somehow they climbed there and I didn't really mind at all. His touch was calm... and much needed.

"Because am I your girlfriend now?" I asked him laying back a bit, looking at his face.

"I fucking hope so… because if not… this would be kinda awkward…" he admitted while my hands were already on his bare chest because my fingers just unbuttoned his shirt and while under my ass… I could really feel his real... thoughts. The undeniable lust.

"Ohhh… the saint has spoken…" I just had to laugh, I could not hold in, so I laid my head on his chest. "… I walked on you before in much worse situations… and then the girl wasn’t really your girlfriends to be honest…" I continued and just to torture him a bit I moved my hips just enough for him to notice.

"Psssst…. " he hid his face in my hair because he knew that he could have not say any bigger idiotness. "But you will be my girlfriend… won’t you?" he asked with real hope in his voice.

"I couldn’t be more in love…" I started murmur the song and I think with this I gave him my response.

"Okay… so now we can go in and tell this to everybody just to calm everybody’s soul down." he pointed to the house where was a real party going.

"Everybody’s or just yours?" I asked back furrowing my brows.

"Okay… let’s forget this. We just should go home..." he figured it out that this wasn’t his best idea yet. "But to be fair… the devil doesn’t really have a soul so..." he referred to himself.

"But if we talk about fairness... you really could say hi to the birthday boy…" it was the least he could do after this.

"But I already got the best gift ever? Maybe he would be jealous of me..." he squeezed my butt a little bit, but I still almost fell out of the car. His idiotness was next level.

"Jesus Christ Colson…" I almost burst into laughter while almost started to cry too. "… you should just shut up…"

"Maybe you should just help me with that…"

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Barley House, Cleveland - 21st December 2019

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Colson’s house was buzzing with people and alight with loud music, drugs, and alcohol. Colson was in the middle of a conversation, body relaxed and leaned up against the bar as he took another sip of his drink. 

He was about to relight the joint in his hand when he heard my giggle erupt across the open space. Colson continued to nod at the appropriate places in Rook’s story, one he’d heard dozens of times, but his focus was locked firmly on me. 

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lady killer ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2475

request?: yes!

@bakerkells​: “Can i get the song often with mgk?”       

description: in which the self proclaimed “lady killer” will do anything to try and get the one girl who won’t even look his way

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut!

based off of this song

if you’d like to check out my song prompt list thing that i’m doing click here!

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She was really driving him insane. Colson wondered if she was doing it on purpose, or if she truly understood what she was doing to him. Sitting there in her tight dress, all her goods nearly popping out, draped over some asshole that was whispering things in her ear to make her giggle.

(Y/N) was Colson’s stylist. She had started working with him and his crew just a few months ago. From the moment Colson laid eyes on her, he knew he wanted her. And Colson was used to getting what he wanted, especially when it came to girls. He was a lady killer, women had a hard time saying no to him. So you can imagine his surprise when (Y/N) laughed in his face the first time he tried to hook up with her.

“Are you serious?!” she had asked. “You’re technically my boss, and I take my job very seriously. Besides, I’ve heard the stories about you. I’m not gonna fuck you just so you can dump me like those other groupies you’ve hooked up with.”

Rejection was new to Colson, but at first he didn’t let it get to him. That same night he ended up going home with another girl that had been all over him. But after he had sent the girl along her way, he realized the sex had been different. He wasn’t thinking about the smoking hot girl he had had pinned under him. Instead his mind was on (Y/N), and how much he wanted it to be her.

He never gave up. He regularly flirted with her, which was easy to do when she worked for him and regularly got to see him in very little clothes since she was his stylist. But she was persistent in saying she wasn’t going to sleep with him. Somehow, she was the only girl able to turn Colson down continuously, especially when he was throwing himself at her.

He didn’t think he was going to run into her tonight. He had gone out with his friend group for a night off after a long tour, and happened to spot a familiar face across the bar.

“Yo Kells, you good?” Slim asked him. Colson barely heard him. He was so focused on the guy with his hand on (Y/N)’s thigh. Slim followed his gaze to see what he was looking at. “Oh fuck, that’s (Y/N)! I didn’t realize she was seeing someone.”

“She’s not!” Colson snapped.

“Sure looks like she is,” Rook commented. “At least, she will be. She’s totally into that guy.”

Colson was sure his friends were just trying to get a rise out of him, and it was working. He slammed his drink down on the table that the group was sitting at and stood, knocking his chair back onto the floor. Against his better judgement, he approached (Y/N) and her companion. He was unsure of what he was going to say or do, he just knew he wanted to get that asshole away from (Y/N).

“What the fuck are you doing?” was the first thing out of his mouth when he finally reached them.

(Y/N) looked up at him in shock. “Colson? What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Colson responded. “Who’s this fuck face?”

“Excuse me?” (Y/N)’s companion asked.

“You heard me, fucker,” Colson hissed.

“Colson!” (Y/N) snapped. “This is none of your fucking business! Go back to whatever girl you’ve been sucking face with.”

“Is this like an ex or something?”

“No, he’s just my boss. Don’t worry about him, Hayden.”

Colson snorted. “What kind of name is Hayden? Sounds fucking stupid.”

Hayden nearly threw (Y/N) to the floor as he stood up to get into Colson’s face. “Listen, I don’t know what your problem is, Colson, but my lady asked you to leave us alone, and I’m asking you the same thing. Leave us the fuck alone.”

“I hate to break it to you, pal, but she isn’t your lady. She’s mine. Even if she wasn’t, I’d be doing a favour by saving her from a small dicked fuckhead like you. You’ll never be able to pleasure her like she deserves.”

Hayden swung at Colson. Colson dodged the blow and swung at Hayden, hitting him square in the jaw. (Y/N) screamed and tried to get between them to stop them from fighting, but her attempts were null. As Hayden attempted to get to his feet, Colson took hold of him and hit him again, affectively breaking his nose and causing it start bleeding. The crowd around them had backed away to watch the fight, although it was short lived once the bouncers came and took hold of Hayden and Colson to throw them out.

(Y/N) followed the two outside. She approached Hayden first, who shoved her away and said some choice words that made Colson even more angry, before walking away from the two. (Y/N) turned her fury onto Colson, hitting him repeatedly until he was finally able to constrain her.

“Get the fuck off of me!” she hissed. “You’re a fucking asshole! Why the fuck would you do that? What happens between me and any guy outside of business hours is none of your concern!”

“It is my concern!” Colson snapped.

“No it’s fucking not, Colson!” (Y/N) exclaimed, frustrated. “You’re just making it your business because you want to get into my pants! I can’t take it anymore! I fucking quit! I don’t want to be anywhere near you, I don’t want to ever hear from you again, I don’t even fucking want to hear your name said ever again!”

She hit Colson again for good measure before pulling away. She ran her fingers through her hair, looking in the direction that her date had just gone. She truly didn’t mean for the night to turn out like this. Sure, she didn’t have any intentions of second date with Hayden. In fact, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to finish their first date. He had started getting handsy the moment they got to the club, and it made (Y/N) feel uncomfortable. But then she had seen Colson, and a spark of jealousy had lit inside of her. She knew he was there to find some girl to hook up with, it was a regular occurrence after all. She wanted to make him jealous, but she didn’t expect for him to get physical with Hayden.

Not that she’d ever admit it to his face, but (Y/N) did find herself attracted to Colson the moment she had met him. But she had heard the stories, everyone had of course. Most his conquests were plastered all over social media or tabloid websites. (Y/N) wasn’t looking for a hook up, she wanted something real. So, although it was hard to do, she kept Colson at arm’s length and constantly rejected any of his advances. Doing this, and then having to watch him hook up with other girls was hard, but she knew it was better off this way than to finally give in to Colson, and have to watch him throw away whatever happened between them as if it were nothing.

Noticing the sadness and frustration on (Y/N)’s face, Colson started to sober up. He realized what he had done, all because he was jealous of a girl that was nothing more to him than his stylist. He sighed heavily to himself. “(Y/N), I’m sorry.”

The words caught (Y/N) by surprise. She turned to look at him, shocked. “Really? The great Machine Gun Kelly, the self proclaimed lady killer himself, is apologizing for ruining the date of a girl he’s been trying to fuck for like a year? You really must be drunk.”

“I mean it!” Colson insisted. “What I did was wrong. It is none of my business who you want to go out with. I just saw that fucker with his hands all over you and…well…I was jealous. I acted without thinking. I really am sorry.”

(Y/N) looked at Colson for a moment, before crossing her arms at him. “Why do you want to hook up with me so bad? Have you ever gone after other girls like this before?”

Colson shook his head. “No, this is new to me. I don’t get it either, there’s just…something about you.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “It’s probably because I’ve rejected you so often. I’m the ultimate hard to get or some shit, right?”

“No!” Colson exclaimed. “Fuck, it’s not that at all! Believe it or not, (Y/N), I really do want a relationship. Like an actual relationship. But it’s hard to find a real girl who wants Colson Baker and not Machine Gun Kelly when you’re famous and the only girls surrounding you are groupies. You’re the only girl I’ve met who isn’t throwing herself at me. You’re different, and that’s so goddamn sexy.”

(Y/N) considered what Colson had told her, and it all started making sense. He had a hard time trusting women as most of them just wanted to sleep with Machine Gun Kelly the rapper, so he just gave into these women and fucked around with no worries of consequences. (Y/N) wasn’t like that. She didn’t just want to fuck him, she wasn’t into just hooking up.

“So,” she started, “you don’t just want to hook up with me? You want to actually maybe try and start something between us?”

“Yes,” Colson responded. It was the first time he had said it out loud, and it felt nice to finally be able to admit it.

A small, sexy smirk crossed (Y/N)’s face as she approached Colson again. “Well then…what if we started something back at your place?”

The suggestion took Colson by surprise, but he recovered quick enough to mirror (Y/N)’s smirk and to hail a taxi.

The ride was excruciatingly long as the two tried to keep their hands off one another. The last thing either needed was a story about how Machine Gun Kelly was getting busy in the back of a taxi with his stylist. They could barely wait when the taxi pulled up to Colson’s house and he paid the driver. They both almost ran to the door in excitement, (Y/N)’s lips attaching to Colson’s neck as he attempted to unlock the door.

When the door closed behind them, Colson shoved her against the wall and starting kissing her hungrily. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close to her. Colson ran his hands under her dress, pulling it up around her waist and pulling at her thighs to get her to jump. (Y/N) wrapped her legs around Colson’s waist, feeling his hard bulge rub against her. She whimpered at the contact, making Colson smirk.

“You want this dick, baby?” he asked.

“Fuck, you know I do, Colson,” she managed to moan out.

“You’re lucky I’ve been dreaming of this moment for months, or else I would’ve give it to you so fast and so easily,” Colson teased, kissing her again. (Y/N) nipped at his lip, driving Colson crazy. He carried her over to the couch and threw her down onto it, wasting no time in unbuckling his pants. “Wait, I don’t have a condom or anything.”

“I’m on birth control, it’ll be fine,” (Y/N) insisted. “Please just fuck me already.”

Colson smirked and rolled (Y/N) onto her stomach, pulling her so that she was standing bent over the couch. He pulled aside her thong and pushed himself into her, earning a moan from both of them.

He started thrusting slow at first, allowing (Y/N) to adjust to him, before beginning to roughly thrust into her. The sound of his skin connecting with hers rang out through the silent house, soon being drowned out only by (Y/N)’s screams of pleasure. She gripped whatever she could get her hands on, which at the moment was the edge of the couch, holding on for dear life as Colson pounded her.

Her legs were shaking and she felt as though she wasn’t able to stand up much longer. Her eyes were rolling with pleasure and she tried to bite her lip to quiet down a bit, even though she knew that it was only she and Colson in the house. Of course, there had been plenty of times when (Y/N) had fantasized about fucking Colson, but none of those fantasies could ever measure up to the real thing.

“Fuck,” she moaned when she was final able to form words. “God, I’m so close, Colson.”

“Let it go, baby, I won’t be too far behind.”

Unable to contain herself anymore, (Y/N) let out one last moan as she felt herself hit her climax. As he predicted, Colson wasn’t far behind as he finished inside of (Y/N).

They were both breathing heavily as Colson rested his head against (Y/N)’s shoulder, kissing the exposed skin around her shoulders and neck. (Y/N) shivered in pleasure as she rode out her climax. She whimpered at the loss of contact as Colson pulled away from her, and finally collapsed onto the couch. She watched as Colson left the room, holding up a finger to say “One second”. A moment later, she could hear water running down the hallway.

“Are you running a shower?” (Y/N) asked.

Colson reappeared, now shirtless as well. “Duh. Do you not shower after sex?”

(Y/N) shrugged in response. “Well yeah, but usually not right away.”

“That’s fucking nasty, dawg. I just busted in you and you weren’t planning on showering? Nasty.”

(Y/N) laughed and rolled her eyes. “Alright, fine! But I’m sitting down. My legs feel like putty.”

Colson smiled and walked over to the couch. (Y/N) squealed as Colson picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, where the shower was already warm and running for the two. As she said, (Y/N) sat on the floor and attempted to clean herself that way. She looked up at Colson as he put his head back, letting the warm water run over his body.

“Were you serious about becoming something more?” she asked. “This wasn’t just a way to try and hook up with me.”

Colson looked down at her, a smile on his face. “Well, let’s put it this way, you’re the first girl to stick around long enough to get a shower with me. Most girls would’ve been kicked out by now. I was even considering asking you to stay the night, that’s very rare. Does that answer your question?”

(Y/N) smiled back at him. “Yeah, it does.”

This is all I can think of everytime I hear bad things.

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Machine Gun Kelly performing El Diablo @ SiriusXM

the one ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1294

request?: yes

“Song #21 with mgk????”

description: colson finds himself truly in love for the very first time and isn’t sure what to do to make sure he doesn’t mess this one up

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mainly fluffy but there’s a little steam

based off of this song

if you’d like to check out my song prompt list thing that i’m doing click here!

masterlist

Colson watched as his girlfriend fucked around on stage with his boys during the soundcheck. (Y/N) was by no means the first of Colson’s girlfriends (or “girl friends”) to join the guys on tour, but she was certainly the first to really get along with the guys. Most of them would either just be attached to Colson, or would opt to stay in the tour bus or hotel room.

(Y/N) was just…different. In a good way, a great way even. She got along with his friends, his family, and most importantly, with Casie. (Y/N) treated Casie like she was her own daughter, and Casie adored (Y/N), which made Colson all the more sure that (Y/N) was someone special.

He had never felt this way about anyone before. All of his past relationships just felt like hookups, and most of them were. With (Y/N), he felt like he was truly happy, and truly in love, which was very new to him.

Colson stood and approached (Y/N), throwing his arms around her when her back was to him. Shocked by the action, (Y/N) stumbled a little and giggled.

“Excuse me, sir,” Rook said in a dumb accent. “Please do not hurt our star, we need her for the show.”

“Our star, huh?” Colson questioned.

“Sorry babe, I’m stealing your show from you,” (Y/N) told him.

“There’s worse people to steal my show I guess,” Colson teased and kissed her cheek. “I might steal the star away to our hotel room, if that’s okay with her obviously very devoted band.”

“Wear protection is all we ask,” Baze told them. “We don’t need any mini Kells running around. Casie is enough.”

Colson flipped him off before wrapping an arm around his girl’s shoulder. She waved goodbye to the guys before following Colson to the car around the back of the arena.

The drive back to the hotel was the exact opposite of silent. (Y/N) had almost immediately stolen the aux cord and was playing her music at full blast, scream-singing the words to everything that came on. Every so often, Colson knew a song that would come on and would join in with the singing. Most the drive he was just smiling at his girlfriend, whether she noticed or not.

It was little things like this that made Colson know that he was in love with her. The moments where they were goofing off, or they were alone together doing anything. Where Colson didn’t feel like he had to be MGK, he could just be himself. She made him feel so free, like there was nothing to worry about in the world.

When they arrived back to their hotel room, (Y/N) collapsed onto the bed. The look she gave Colson turned him on, and made him wish he could strip her of her clothes as fast as possible. However, there was something he wanted to discuss before their newest tradition of “a pre-show fuck”.

He got on top of (Y/N), hovering over her on his arms. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him down to meet her lips. The kiss was immediately passionate and all thoughts were gone from Colson’s head. He cradled her head in his hands, lowering himself just enough to press their bodies together. He wanted her like crazy, and he knew she wanted him as well. But he pulled away from her before they could go any further.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she asked. “You feeling tired? We can wait, you can get some rest. I know you’ll probably be up super late tonight, you need your rest.”

God, this woman! Colson thought. How the fuck is she real, and how the fuck is she mine?!

“It’s not that,” he told her. “Although, I may need to rest before the show. The guys want to go out to an after party when it’s all over. No. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

Her eyes widened then, fearing the worst. Colson took her into his arms, hugging her tightly. “No! It’s nothing like that! I’d be the biggest fucking idiot if I let you go.”

(Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah, you would be. I’m pretty great.”

Colson laughed. “You’re more than pretty great. You’re amazing. You’re the most amazing person I think I’ve ever met.”

“Stop it, you make me blush,” she said, playfully pushing her boyfriend.

“I mean it,” Colson said, taking (Y/N)’s hands in his. “You’re absolutely fucking amazing. You’re honestly the best person I’ve ever been with romantically. You care about me, like the actual me and not the rapper or the actor me.”

(Y/N) smiled through the tears that were starting to form in her eyes. “Because I do care about you. You’re a real person, you’re not just a famous rapper. It sucks that you’ve gone through that where people are just using you and whatnot.”

“You seem to be one of the only people who thinks so,” Colson shrugged, although he felt much stronger on the topic than he was letting on. “But this isn’t about that. Not just about that anyways.”

“You’re getting awful affectionate tonight, babe,” (Y/N) pointed out. “What’s up?”

“I’ve just been thinking lately is all,” Colson responded. “I’ve been thinking about you, about us, about how happy you make me. This relationship is the realest one I’ve had since before I blew up, and I’m honest to God so fucking in love with you. Everything means nothing if I can’t have you, babe.”

(Y/N) tilted her head like a confused puppy, although there was still a smile on her face. “I love you so much, too, but what does all this mean baby?”

Colson was holding her hands so tightly she flinched a moment, causing him to loosen his grip. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his breathing, and asked, “Do you…want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. For a moment she was sure she had heard him wrong. But when she realized he was looking at her expectantly, and as nervous as she felt, she accepted that it wasn’t a misheard question.

“Are you…asking me to marry you?” she asked him.

Colson nodded. His throat suddenly felt dry and he felt like he couldn’t speak. “I don’t have a ring or anything, but I’ll get one when I can. I just know that I think you’re the one for me, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and I know you’re someone special. I’ve always known you were someone special.” He paused, trying to read (Y/N)’s facial expression. “So…what do you say babe?”

(Y/N) took a moment to process the question, then a wide smile grew on her face. She wrapped her arms around Colson, lunging at him with such a force that she knocked him over. She straddled him, kissing him deeply and passionately, not wanting to let go.

Colson pushed her away just enough to ask, “Is that a yes?”

“That’s a fuck yes,” (Y/N) responded. “Also, I take back what I said about taking a nap earlier. You absolutely have to fuck me first, it’s the rules of being engaged.”

Colson smirked, flipping them over so that he was on top again. “I guess I can sacrifice a little sleep then.”

Then he passionately kissed his fiancée, and began to undress her, the two of them in such a state of happy bliss that they never wanted to leave the warmth of each other’s arms.

God this was kinda shitty I’m so sorry.

I THINK THAT SOMETHING’S FUCKING WRONG WITH ME

colson vs his lighter.