Every Time A Couple Kisses On The Bus My Brain Automatically Plays Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now

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Invisible Chains

A/N: Good afternoon everyone! I hope you are all happy and healthy and staying safe. I have decided that this will be the start to a mini series about my favourite Machine Gun Kelly.

Machine Gun Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

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It was just a bit of fun between you and Colson, you two would occasionally hook up after a drunken night out but overall you were really good friends. When things were good between you two, they were really good but if things started to go downhill, things would go sour. 

This was one of those times. You haven’t spoken to Colson in over a week because of a stupid argument you both had. You were upset over the fact he had ditched you to go off with some random girl but he thought it would be okay because you two were “just friends” but you weren’t having any of it. Later that evening, Colson tried to call you a couple of times but you chose to ignore every one of his calls. You didn’t want to speak to him and who could blame you but it didn’t stop him from swinging round to your place.

“Y/N can we talk please? I don’t understand why you are being such a dick all of sudden”, he shouted through the letterbox. You scoffed at the dig he just made so you rushed to open the door. You were so angry that you were ready for an argument.

“I’m being a dick! Says the asshole who left me to get one over with some random girl. I can’t believe you would think I would be okay with you ditching me for another girl”.

You two were stood at your front door, shouting and swearing at each other and when you had enough you slammed the door in his face. He continued banging on your door but after a while of ignoring him, he left. You peeped through your curtains and watched him walk back to his car and drove off.

That was over a week ago and you have not heard from him since. The guys have been messaging you to see if you were alright or if you wanted to chill with them but it wasn’t the same. The one person you needed to make you feel better is the same person you aren’t speaking to. However, it was Colson’s birthday tomorrow and you didn’t want to let one little argument ruin his day. You were going to be the bigger person and apologise first, even though it shouldn’t be you apologising but you needed Colson in your life and one argument was not going to get in the way of your friendship.

You woke up the next day to the sound of your phone going off. You looked at your phone and saw that Rook was calling you.

“Hey Y/N, I’m just wondering are you still coming to the party tonight for Colson? He has missed you like crazy. It has driven us crazy with the amount of moping around he has done over you”

“Of course, Rook, I wouldn’t miss it at all!”.

Rook was thrilled and so was you. You were kind of glad that he was miserable over you. That would teach him for going off with other girls and ditching you.

“Any ways Y/N I have got to go and prepare for tonight. See you later at the party”.

He hung up the phone and you got out of bed to get ready. You needed a new outfit for tonight so you got ready to hit the shops. You looked around for a while to find the perfect outfit and that’s when you saw IT. You saw a beautiful, slim-fitted black, glittery dress and it had a split on the side. You snapped that dress up quick before anyone else could and bought some cute shoes to go with. You were pretty happy with the outfit; you were sure it would turn heads tonight but you were hoping it would turn one in particular.

You arrived at Colson’s place and you could hear the music from down the path. You could tell there were loads of people here based on how many cars were parked up on the drive and on the side roads. You were feeling nervous just because you hadn’t seen or spoken to Colson for a while but you missed him and you needed him in your life. You walked up to the door and knocked a couple of times, you didn’t want to feel rude and just let yourself in. As you were waiting for somebody to open the door you quickly looked on your phone just browsing through Instagram. You heard the door open but before you could look up to see who it was, you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and spun around. You managed to pull yourself together and you realised it was Colson. He was very happy to see you; it was the happiest you had ever seen him. It was to see him and he was looking fine. He was wearing a pair of white jeans and a very colour shirt but it wasn’t done up fully so you could see the tattoos on his chest.

“Y/N I am so fucking happy to see you. I am really glad you came tonight; my birthday wouldn’t have been the same without you celebrating it with me”.

You couldn’t help but notice the way he was staring at you. Admiring how the dress hugged your curves and the way it shimmered underneath the lights. This made you blush but you liked that he couldn’t take his eyes off you.  

“I couldn’t miss your birthday sweet pea. It would be a real dick move”, you nudged Colson playfully which made him snap out of his staring. He nudged you back but then he placed his arm around you and brought you into the house. You walked into the kitchen with Colson and you found some of the guys just chilling. They all cheered and wolf-whistled at you. You were loving the attention.

“Dammmnnn girl, you look fire”, Rook said as he twirled you around whilst you had Slim and Baze wolf whistling at you. As the guys were complimenting you noticed that Colson had stormed off. It had been a few hours and you had not seen Colson. You spent most of the evening with Rook and Slim, chilling in the living room sat with a bunch of people you barely knew. You could feel yourself getting irritated with the way Colson was acting towards you so you got up from the sofa and went to look for him. You looked around downstairs for him and he was nowhere to be seen so you went upstairs to see if he was up there. You were hoping he was up here alone and not with some random girl. You approached the bedroom door and you could feel your heart beating fast.

“Please be alone, please be alone, please be alone”, you repeated this in your head over and over. You opened the door and you heard some ruffles. You walked in to find Colson was in bed with another girl. Shock.

“Y/N what are you doing?”, he snapped at you.

“Well I thought we could actually spend some time together considering we haven’t in a while and then we had that fight…”, as you were talking you could hear that girl giggling and that’s when you snapped.

“Fuck you. Seriously, I am done. Enjoy the rest of your night. I am out”.

You slammed the door shut and stormed off. You didn’t feel like saying goodbye to anyone, you left without acknowledging anyone around you. You had a bit too much to drink so you couldn’t drive but you weren’t going to stay around much longer. You ordered yourself an Uber but you didn’t want to wait at the house so you set the location to pick you up from around the corner and you walked off. You looked behind to see if Colson was coming after you but when you saw that he wasn’t, you could feel tears streaming down your face.

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Part 2 will be uploaded very soon ;)

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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.”

why are you here

this is WHOLESOME

“Go ahead Pete, repeat that for the camera.” 

i am not black, but i see you.

i am not black, but i hear you.

i am not black, but i mourn with you.

i am not black, but i see the injustice that you face.

i am not black, but i see the fear for your sons and your daughters. your brothers and sisters.

i am not black, but i will stand with you.

inaction is also an action. and i will not stay silent.

i don’t see your color. i appreciate and honor your color and your roots and experiences. you are valued and respected.

✊✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

I wanna burry my face in someone’s chest right now til I fall asleep and wake up 4 hours later just to find I’m still in their arms