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rafetopia · 11 months ago

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𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

- 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!exgf!reader, topper thornton x fem!gf!reader (only mentioned)

genre: smut & minor angst -> 18+only

warnings: smutty stuff, mentions of past toxic relationship, some soft!rafe, some mean!rafe, name calling, mentions of drugs, choking (in a non sexual way), ass slapping, cheating, unprotected sex, lmk if k forgot something

words: ~3.3k

request: okay!! i wanted to request a rafe x reader based off the song ‘why are you here’ by machine gun kelly. write it however you want🖤 (by anonymous)

summary: after seeing your ex rafe in the club, you have to learn once again why the two of you never could’ve worked out, no matter how much you both wished you could

note: this is a repost from my old blog, which is why you might have seen it before. also i don’t remember if it’s proofread

also big thank you to my baby @chaos-mybeloved for beta reading this one for me

also i’m sorry for the format idk how to format my stuff

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

“Baby, I’m gonna get another drink, you want one?” Topper screamed into your ear, trying to drown out the noise.

You shook your head with a smile and focused back on the music. They were playing your favorite song, there was no way you’d stop dancing just for another drink. The dance floor was full and still, most eyes were fixated on you, as you moved your body perfectly to the rhythm of the song. You were no professional dancer but you sure as hell knew what you were doing.

Concentrated on the music, you didn’t notice the new pair of eyes watching you from the corner of the dance floor. The young man was talking to the girl next to him but his gaze never moved from your body. The blonde must’ve noticed as her voice grew angry but the man didn’t seem to care. He wasn’t even listening to the words thrown at him, his attention only belonging to you.

The song was coming to an end and you opened your eyes back up, slowly adjusting to your surroundings. You did that sometimes while dancing, closing your eyes so you could focus more on the music and enjoy the moment instead of getting distracted by the people around you. You looked around, trying to see if you could find your boyfriend when your eyes met his. A sudden feeling of sadness and anger rushed through your body, keeping you from focusing. Your mind was all over the place, tons of thoughts blocking your mind all at once.

Unsure of how you got there, you found yourself in one of the club bathrooms, hanging above the sink. You tried to keep the tears inside your eyes and normally you were good at that but when it came to him, everything was different. You placed your hands on the sides of the sink, trying to keep your body from falling down when the door to the bathroom opened. You didn’t need to look up in order to know who it was.

“I’m pretty sure the tits on the door stand for “women”.” You spat out.

“(Y/N)…”

“What do you want, Cameron?” You hissed, now turning around to look directly into his light gray eyes.

His gaze went down to the ground, clearly trying to avoid your anger. “I don’t know… You looked sad and I… I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“I’m fine.” You hissed, turning away from him. You looked into the mirror but the girl you met looked far from fine. Sure her makeup and hair looked perfect, but her eyes told a different story. They were watery, seconds from bursting out into tears. She tried to keep herself together but the presence of the boy behind her made everything harder.

You took a deep breath and looked at the boy in the mirror. His hair was a mess, sure it looked good, it always did but not because he put any effort into it. His lips were smiling but his eyes never were good at lying. You had always loved his eyes, the way they sparkled in the morning sun or the way they lit up when you told him one of your unfunny dad jokes that always made him laugh. He always sounded so beautiful when he was laughing, a sound you haven't heard in a very long time but missed terribly. He was in pain, clearly and it hurt you but it wasn’t that that was your fault. At least not completely.

“Listen…” He started, not sure if he should continue or just turn around and leave. “I… I’m sorry that you’re sad. Don’t like seeing you like this.”

“Don’t like seeing me like this?” You laughed. “That’s funny.” You turned around, now facing him directly. “Now be honest Cam-”

“Stop calling me that.”

“But that’s your fucking name now isn’t it?” You paused, walking one step closer to him. “Now be honest, why are you here, Cameron?”

“Like I already said (Y/L/N), because I wanted to see if you were okay.” He pressed, his face now only inches away from yours.

“Hmm. You see, I was okay I was having the time of my life until you and your blonde accessory of the week waltzed in.”

“Ohhh, my accessory of the week hm? Says the one who’s fucking my best friend.” His eyes were dark and his voice turned low. It was obvious how angry he was, something that had never stopped you from topping it off once more.

“That’s right Rafe Cameron, I’m fucking your best friend.” You paused, knowing if you’d go down that road, there would be no going back. “And guess what, he’s better at-” You wanted to continue but got cut off by Rafe's hand around your throat.

“Better at what sweetheart hm?” He whispered. “Tell me, darling.”

“There it is.” You grinned wickedly. “There’s the Rafe Cameron I know and hate.”

That hit him. It was obvious, his grip tightened around your throat and his eyes flickered. He knew you were mad at him but knowing you actually hated him, hit him harder than he thought it would. He wanted to say something, he wanted to spit out a response so dark even the devil would flinch but he couldn’t.

Your body tensed at the loss of oxygen flowing through your throat and you felt your heart fasten but you didn’t flinch. You met his dark gaze and countered with an even darker one. It was like when you were still together, you would challenge and provoke each other until one of you snapped. It had always been like this and it never changed even after you broke up.

He opened his mouth, about to say something when he stopped and let go of your throat. You gasped for air, your hand automatically wandering to your throat. He had done this shit before but never as strong and tight as he did now. His gaze wandered down to the hand on your throat and something in his eyes changed as if he was sorry. He held his hands up and took a few steps back until his back met the wall behind him.

“You know I… I…” He tried but clearly struggled with finding the right words. “I… I’m…” He looked at you, hoping for you to say something but you stayed silent. “You know what, forget it.” He pulled out before ripping the bathroom door open and making his way outside.

Split seconds later and his lips crashed onto yours. You didn’t quite remember how this happened, how your arm reached after him, how you pulled him towards you, or how he smashed the door back shut behind him, all you knew was how much you needed him, how much you missed him.

His hands wandered around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. You had only been making out for a few seconds but you could feel his hardened erection on your body, which turned you on even more. Your hands wandered through his hair, something that you had always loved to do when you were making out.

“Let me show you who the better lover is, sweetheart.” He whispered into your ear. “Bet Topper can’t make you scream the way I’m about to do.” His mouth wandered down your neck, gently kissing and sucking on your soft skin while his hand pushed down your left strap. Your dress was tight but it wasn’t enough to make it fall down your body but it was enough to make your left tit fall out.

He smirked at the sight of your exposed nipple before leaning down and gently sucking on it. He got more passionate with each second, causing you to grow impatient. You placed your finger under his chin and pulled his face back up to yours.

“I need you, to fuck me, Rafe Cameron. Now.” You whispered.

“Mhhh so needy for someone who hates me so bad.” He hummed with a grin on his face. “What would your boyfriend say if he saw his girl like this, all wet for me already, hm? Bet he can’t make you wet like this that fast.”

You rolled your eyes and hopped on the sink behind you, spreading your legs wide apart leaving him no choice but to look down at your exposed thong that was barely enough fabric to cover your folds. You gently let your hand wander through his hair before pulling him towards you. “I. Said. Fuck. Me. Rafe Cameron.” You smirked and continued: “Before I go out there and tell everyone that Topper's dick is bigger than yours.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Is it?”

“Oh god.” You groaned before pushing his head down to your crotch.

He chuckled before placing his teeth on your thong, ripping it from your body with one quick pull. You moaned at the sight of it and let your head fall back onto the mirror. He got down on his knees and started tongue fucking your pussy like there was no tomorrow. He had always had his special ways, techniques only Rafe Cameron knew how to use but this boy never failed to surprise you. You tried to keep quiet, afraid someone would hear you but he made it very hard when he added his thumb to the party. Soon, he started rubbing soft circles around your clit, something that had always been your weakness.

“Rafe…” You moaned out. “I’m close.”

He didn’t answer but you could feel him smirk against your soaking wet pussy. He sped up his pace, even adding another finger knowing how much you’d always loved it. You tried to hold on to the sink you were sitting on, nearly breaking off a nail as you press your fingertips against the cold ceramic. He could feel your walls tighten around his finger and shortly after, you were cumming all over him. He removed his finger and sucked off your juice, something he’d always loved to do.

You were still holding on to the sink, trying to prepare for what was about to come next. From experience you knew, there was no way in hell he’d let you go without having fucked you at least once, and regarding the boner that was pressing against your stomach, he wouldn't make an exception now.

He smashed his lips onto yours, not leaving any room for you to breathe. Your hands wandered down and unbuckled his belt, quickly exposing his hardened erection. You were about to push him inside you when pulled away.

“Uh, Uh, turn around for me baby, let me see that pretty ass of yours while I fuck you.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice, you quickly hopped off the counter and turned around making him able to slide right into you, causing you both to moan out at the sudden contact.

“Fuck (Y/N) you’re still so tight.”

“What, did you think Topper’s dick is so big it would’ve stretched me out?”

You could see his eye roll through the mirror, causing you to chuckle silently. “Glad to see you still have that pretty big mouth. Let’s see what we can do about that, huh?” He whispered into your ear as he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving yours. He reached into his pocket and pulled the ripped piece of fabric before shoving it into your mouth. “Now, we don’t want anyone to find out what a dirty little slut you are now do we?” You nodded quickly, hoping it would get him to finally start fucking you.

Your hopes were heard and soon you were met with his hips thrusting into your ass, making clap sounds every time your skin touched. His hands held onto your hips as his thrusts got faster and faster with every move. He pulled your hips closer to him, changing the ankle which made him reach the spot that made you lose all your senses. You wanted to scream out his name but instead, felt tears forming in your eyes caused by your inability to do so.

This of cource didn’t go unnoticed by him, causing him to grin and only sped up his pace, fucking you even harder than before. His eyes wandered from your face down to your ass where he watched it wiggle because of his movements. He loved the sight in front of him, you being all messed up because of him, salty tears rolling down your face, colored black mixed with your eyeliner, and your ass presented in front of him, begging him to get slapped. In fact, it was his favorite sight. He tried not to think about it too much but he tried to burn that image deep inside his mind, scared he wouldn’t be able to see it again that fast, if ever.

He wished he could’ve gone like this forever but there was still the risk of getting caught and even though he didn’t care, he knew you would, and believe it or not but upsetting you was the last thing he wanted. So he softly let his hands slide over your body, down to your clit where he placed his finger for support. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder, as he still leaned over you. He loved the way your skin felt on his, a feeling he had never felt with anyone else. He loved the way your hair smelled when you let yourself fall back, even though he hated having hair on his face.

You weren’t able to moan his name out loud but by the way, your nails dug into his thigh, he knew you were close and so was he. He sped up once again, causing you to reach your high almost synchronized with him. You could feel his cum shooting through your body as you tried to recover from your own orgasm.

Even though you were able to free yourself from your own panties by now, you still had trouble catching your breath which didn’t go unnoticed by the boy, still inside of you.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked softly.

You nodded and gave him a happy smile through the mirror, causing him to smile himself. Oh, much he missed that smile. How much he missed you in general. But he knew you didn’t work out, you tried several times and it always ended in tears.

He slowly pulled out and quickly grabbed the piece of paper that you were handing him before you got yourself your own. The both of you cleaned yourself up and got back dressed. He wanted to say something, how much he enjoyed being close to you like this again but the words didn’t come out.

You watched him silently as he struggled to close his belt because it was stuck once again. You silently laughed at the sight in front of you, the boy that just fucked you mercilessly against the sink in the bathroom of your favorite club struggling with a task as simple as closing his belt. It reminded you of a side of Rafe, that he barely showed anyone these days. The side where he allowed himself to struggle, where he allowed himself to be human and not that perfect business robot, Ward Cameron tried to force him to be.

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told me keep on all the lights

I'ma show you what you like

Help you put back on your clothes

Make sure nothing's on your nose

Ain't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

“Here let me help you.” You said as you stepped forward and took the matter into your own hands. “I thought you’d thrown this thing out by now, it has been causing problems since the day I bought it for you.”

“It’s still working.” He answered, but there was a shift in his voice. He sounded harsher than before as if someone got into his mind and reminded him how he was supposed to act.

“Whatever you say then.” You mourned as you slid the belt into the buckle.

You got back up, ready to leave when he pulled you back. “You shouldn’t go out like that, here let me fix you.” He grabbed a piece of paper and poured some water on it, before softly removing black makeup stains from your face. He was very careful, not wanting to hurt you. “I think that’s it but maybe you should… like redo that or something… I don’t know. You always used to do that.”

“Right.” You grabbed into your bag and pulled out a thin, black eyeliner. “Do you want to do it? You used to like doing it.”

“Sure.” He chuckled. He wasn’t particularly good at drawing your eyeliner but you didn’t care. It always felt special when Rafe did your makeup, no matter if it looked perfect or not. You never let anyone do your makeup but there was something about the expression he made once he finished that you just couldn’t resist.

“You know… we could try to stay friends, at least.” You proposed carefully. “If you want to.”

“I don’t want to be your friend, (Y/N). When will you get that into your thick skull that this will never happen?” He spat out as he handed you back your eyeliner. “Like we could never be friends. Like… like what would we even do… as… as friends? Like, what would that friendship be good for?”

“Geez, as you wish Cameron, but know that this… whatever this was… will never happen again.” You paused, trying to fight back your incoming tears. “Like ever.”

“Fine by me.” He mumbled under his breath, but still loud enough for you to hear.

“Good, it’s settled then. I go back to Topper and you can go back to snorting coke off some whores ass.” You spat as you grabbed your bag and stormed out of the door.

He saw you walking through the crowd and stumbling back into the arms of your boyfriend.

Rafe knew he fucked up, but it was for the better. He knew how the both of you could get when you didn’t share the same opinion on something. He knew what power his words held over you if he lost control and said things he never wanted to say. He had seen you before, broken down on his kitchen floor between shattered bottles of glass after the both of you lost it. It was painful, seeing you walk back to Topper, the boy he used to call his best friend. He knew he’d go back to snorting coke, he could already feel the lack of substances in his blood and deep down, he knew Topper was the better man. He knew he wouldn’t hurt you the way he did, he never could and he was right. Topper could never hurt you the way Rafe did but that wasn’t because he was the better man, it was because Rafe had something that Topper never would. You loved him.

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

We can never be friends

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atinystraynstay · 11 months ago

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When Worlds Collide - Song Mingi

Synopsis: Mingi has always been a free-spirited individual. Maybe that is why he liked America so much because of the boundless opportunities that were in front of him. Or maybe he just liked America because that's where you are.

Pairing: idol! Song Mingi x reader

Genre: Fluff, strangers first encounter

Word Count: 1.9k

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Mingi was walking around the streets of New York City aimlessly. He had a pair of glasses on, trying his best to enjoy time off and blend into the crowd. Ateez were performing in the city as part of a concert acknowledging the migration of Koreans to the United States and highlighting the impact of Korean culture.

Each of the boys were choosing to venture on their own for the day, as the concert wasn't until the next day. Mingi has always been fascinated with life here in America. From the fashion, the night life, and the hustle of the American way, he's always wanted to be a part of it in some aspect. That's one of the reasons why he loved getting to perform here in the States. He loved seeing how excited people were, especially atinys, were for a concert.

Today, he just wanted to see what life would be like if he was an American. He was grateful for the opportunities and experiences he got to experience as a k-pop idol when they come to visit, but it wasn't the same. He didn't want to be followed by paparazzi or have bodyguards around him. Mingi didn't want himself to be photographed. He wanted to be the one just soaking it all in, so it all just lived in his memory. He knew if he kept a low enough profile, he would be in the clear and be able to get a real feel for life here.

Wondering the streets, he let his senses guide him. He didn't have to be back at the hotel until 8pm for dinner with his members. They already had dress rehearsals for the show tomorrow, so he really had all the time he could have wanted. His eyes bounced along the store fronts, trying to se which one tempted him the most.

He passed by numerous bakeries, apartment buildings, boutiques, and restaurants. Mingi loved seeing the smiles on people's faces as they lived their ordinary lives. It made him a bit envious, how people didn't have to worry about being spotted and being potentially mobbed at a moment's notice. He wished he could be more aloof, but he was also blessed to have such an extraordinary opportunity of being able to perform on stage.

Mingi glanced to his right but stopped dead in his tracks. He heard the sounds of rock music coming from his right, gaining his full attention. He smiled slightly whenever he saw a record shop. However, his full attention locked on someone inside. You.

You were standing over a display of records, fingers gently pushing back record sleeves to see them all. You were wearing a black peacoat with a grey beanie on top of your head. The beanie didn't hide your curls from his view. He found himself captivated how your eyelashes touched your cheeks as you glanced down. Your cheeks were a light pink color, maybe from the heat coming from inside the store. You also wore a soft smile curled onto your lips. He had to know your name.

As one patron was about to step out, he quickly grabbed the door and held it open. The young woman smiled and thanked him, for which he nodded and smiled back. He glanced in to see you a bit better, at least better from staring in from a window. Mingi felt his stomach flutter as you began moving your way down, a bit closer to him.

Perfect. He stepped into the record shop, getting a nod from the guy behind the counter. Mingi smiled before proceeding to head to the display opposite of you. He didn't want to make it too obvious that he was eyeing you. He looked through the various album covers, recognizing a few of the artists - Frank Ocean, Post Malone, Machine Gun Kelly. They were artists he at least has added into his own playlists.

"You know, that's a really good album." The voice was soft, almost angelic. He didn't believe it was real for a second.

He glanced over to see you looking at him. You wore a warm smile your eyes flickered between his own and the album that rested beneath his fingertips. He glanced down to see a pink vinyl cover. What did he land on? He slowly pulled up to investigate. The Divine Feminine. "You like Mac Miller?" You questioned him. "I can't say I have really listened," Mingi confessed. "Well, if you're looking for someone who knows what it means to write good music, I'd start with him." Mingi raised his eyebrow, but a playful smile was curled onto his lips. Oh, I'm intrigued now. "And tell me. What does it mean to write good music?"

You smiled to yourself before looking down at the vinyls in front of you. Your fingers waltzed across the numerous plastic-covered sleeves. You pushed a few back, analyzing the covers. For a minute, Mingi thought he had lost you. He was about to apologize before you spoke up. "To create good music is to tell a story. It isn't about writing a song to make money. It is telling a story either for yourself or for other people to connect to, or to feel less lonely. It helps put words to describe situations that leave us speechless, the good and the bad."

As you spoke, Mingi noticed how your eyes sparkled. He was curious about the inner workings of your mind. You seemed to have the perfect response formulated. He loved seeing how passionate you were speaking about your perspectives. What else did you believe in? What else did you like?

"My name is Mingi," he blurted out.

You smiled at him once again, this time a bit wider. God, you had a gorgeous smile. He took note of the way your smile pushed up your cheeks subtly, making your eyes squint. He wanted to be the cause of that smile moving forward. "Y/n. It's nice to meet you, Mingi."

The way you said his name sounded like music itself. It sounded so heavenly coming from your lips. He wanted you to say his name for hours as you looked at him like he was the only person in existence. "Come on, let's go listen to that vinyl." "Where?"

All you did was smile at him. And from just that smile, he trusted you. Your smile not only mesmerized him but it made him feel comforted. You could tell him to do anything because when you flashed him that smile, he wanted to do everything for you.

You grabbed the vinyl his finger stayed on. All you did was motion your head for him to follow and he was immediately behind you.

Mingi noticed that you moved with intention. You navigated the store as if you built it personally. You led him through the aisles of other vinyls, past other customers trying to make their selections for purchase. The two of you wandered into the back that had a record player set up with two leather loveseats. There was complimentary water on a table in the middle. The room was a bit dark besides a few candles lit to create an ambiance.

"Kind of intimate for people meeting for the first time, don't you think?" Mingi teased. "What? You wouldn't consider this a first date?"

Fuck. She's hot. Mingi was at a lost for words at your confidence. He moved to sit down on the one loveseat, letting you get to work at setting up the vinyl record. Your tongue poked out a little bit from your lips as you focused on getting the vinyl out of the sleeve without dirtying it badly.

Once the vinyl was set appropriately, you smiled to smile with triumph. He loved seeing you in your element. Were you a musician? Did you just like listening to music? Whatever the answer may be, he wanted to know more about you.

"Before I play this vinyl, it's really important you know that this album means the world to me. Mac Miller is one of my favorite artists," she warned. "So if you don't like it, there won't be a second date."

Mingi chuckled lightly as he relaxed against the arm of the loveseat. "I don't think there will be an issue considering I was already interested in it. And I'm already interested in you," he winked.

You silently thanked the shop owner for keeping the back room dim. Nothing like blushing madly due to a stranger. You wanted to be portrayed as cool, mysterious, and confident. You didn't want to allow him to have the upper hand quite yet.

Gently, you moved the needle of the record player to the vinyl. The familiar sounds of the recorder beginning to spin soothed your racing heart. Music has always been a source of comfort for you.

The opening track Congratulations" began to play. You were about to take a seat across from Mingi in the opposing loveseat, but you felt his warm hand grab onto your wrist. There was no way he was going to allow you slip away that easily. He gently pulled you back until you landed beside him. His arm wrapped around your shoulder. Look who's confident now.

His fingers gently ran up and down your arm. His touch was so light that you almost didn't feel it, but it still caused goosebumps to rise on your skin. At least he couldn't detect them underneath your long-sleeved shirt.

"Do you always bring guys back here?" Mingi teased. "No, only cute ones I want to impress."

While the vinyl played, you two made light conversation. You asked the basics - where he was from, his favorite things, what he thought of New York City. He asked where you came from, about your dreams, and a few of your favorite things.

You learned that Mingi was from South Korea and he was visiting New York City on business. He's been in the area a few times, but he's never explored the city. Whereas you moved here after finishing university. You were presented with the opportunity to work for a nonprofit working with youth, so you often used music as a way to communicate both for yourself and with the kids.

Mingi was infatuated with not just your looks, but with your kind nature and energetic spirit. You were the perfect package.

Every now and then, when there was a pause in conversation, you would glance over at him. You were intrigued to know what he thought of the record. It had a bit of a jazz, r&b vibe.

Not only did you think it was beautifully crafted but you thought it fit the mood for the occasion. You two were strangers who met by chance in the busiest city in the world. Some might call it chaotic while others might call it romantic.

He noticed you looking at him. Mingi couldn't help but smirk at the effect he had over you. He kept glancing down as well. He adored the way your head slightly bobbed to the music when you weren't talking.

"My Favorite Part" by Mac Miller feature Ariana Grande began to play. You knew that it was the second to last song on the soundtrack. Fuck. What was going to happen when the song ends?

"How long are you in New York City for?" you asked. "I'm here for about 3 more days. Then I fly back to Seoul for a little bit," Mingi confessed. You didn't know where things would go between the two. That is, if there was anything meant to happen. However, if you didn't try, you knew that you would regret it for the rest of your life. He might be a one-time thing, but you craved to know more of him, to be around him, and maybe even just be with him.

"I'll make all the time for you, angel." ______________________________________________________________ Note: SO not sure how I feel about this lol this has been sitting in my drafts for the past month so I figured it was time to set it free! Maybe do a Part 2?? 👀

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thesunhatesme · 9 months ago

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The ghouls music taste - HC

I think Ozzy Osbourne, Kiss, Lana Del Rey and David Bowie is pack favorites, like that’s what they’re gonna play on full volume in the car

Rain

Rain is definitely an alternative rock girlie, he loves Muse and you can’t change my mind on that. His favorite Muse song is definitely micro cuts or spiral static. He just loves all their guitar sounding vocals, those old emo vibes songs and basically everything about them. His favorite album is probably Origin of symmetry and Showbiz. And he likes MCR and Suizid, cus like, he’s emo

Dew

He’s a Mike’s dead fan by heart, he knows every single word of every single song, like hell blast Bite down on full volume and scream the lyrics, it just makes him feel better. And he’s Aether’s Rob zombie friend (every Alice cooper fan needs a rob zombie fan and the other way around) And he’s a sabaton fan cus he’s a little nerdy about history.

Swiss

Swiss’s motto is: “the older, the better” and: “anything after 1999 sucks” He likes the old country rock like, Eagles. He also likes Santana, like c’mon, Santana is a guitar genius. There’s always some chill music coming from his room. Oh, and he listens to Paleface Swiss unironically (even though they are a new band)

Mountain

He’s a bit like Swiss but he’s not against new music (most of the time) but the song James Dean by Eagles always hits hard. He listens to the strokes and thin lizzy in the green house, but if he’s not with his plants he likes to listen to techno metal, or any type if metal, really, his favorite song is Undead by Hypnosaur.

Aether

Dad music. Alice Cooper, Iron Maiden, and his alltime favorite Meatloaf. He vibes with almost everything tho, hell vibe with Rains high pitched emo screaming, Dews angsty rap/rock but especially Rob zombie, Swiss’s old country rock, Mountains techno metal and chill oldies, and on like so. He doesn’t listen to music that much but if the others are playing music he won’t ask them to turn it down, he’ll vibe with them

Phantom

Phantom’s favorite song will always be Bat out of hell by Meatloaf. He also likes Muse, but not like Rain, he likes their new stuff better like Simulation theory and the 2:nd law, he’s emo but not that emo. He definitely likes Nickleback, Yungblud, Bring me the horizon and Bad religion. His favorite songs are Anesthesia by Bad religion and Fire escape by Call me karizma. He has a kinda love/hate relationship with Map of the problematique by Muse because he listened to it religiously when he was summoned and now he can’t help but cry when he hears it.

Cumulus

Elton John, Dire states and Greta van fleet. She loves crocodile rock by Elton John and it always makes her laugh when she watches him perform it on The muppet show. But like Aether she’ll vibe with pretty much anything

Cirrus

Cirrus likes the vibe of kinda dark doom metal/rock. She loves bands like The ocean and Soen and their song Hollowed. She’s a sabaton fan because they are super cool too and she’ll occasionally enjoy some good old Rammstein or The cure

Aurora

She likes a lot of different music, and if you put her playlist on shuffle, someone will end up with a whiplash injury. She’s a Louis Tomlinson fan, her favorite song is Angels fly and she loves five finger death punch. She’s Phantom’s Machine Gun Kelly friend (every Yungblud fan needs to have a MGK friend) chances are high that you’ll find her with Phantom jaming out to bodybag or acting like that by MGK and Yungblud

Copia

He is definitely a måneskin fan and his rats are named after them. I think he likes old bands like whitesnake and Lynyrd Skynyrd but his altime favorite song will forever be Brother Louie by Modern talking

#the band ghost #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #copia #hc

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triplexdoublex · 19 hours ago

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Even Modsun wasint that excited with Colson at the show lmao mod is usually the one that is jumping on top of Colson if he so much as releases a new song but a baby and mod is like ehhh 😭

Did they even mention it at the show? I feel like normally Mod woulda been like “Lets’s all welcome my brother machine gun kelly with a big congratulations, my dudes about to be a father again!” But the absolute crickets from everyone , even Colson is very telling .

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hollywoodxwhore · 2 years ago

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Mine | Chapter One

Colson x Original Female Character

A new series for y'all because this man has me on my kneeeeees. No idea how many parts it's going to be.

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Chapter One Warnings/Content: swearing, a little bit of smut, col being a cocky fucker

Hope y'all enjoy! I've had so much fun writing this.

Presley

I have a confession to make.

I was a Machine Gun Kelly hater back in the day.

It’s true. I believed everything the media said, and why would I have challenged it? From what I knew, his music sucked. He was a total asshole. He was a womanizer. He was a poser who switched genres.

Looking back, I’m ashamed of myself for being a follower. I wasted a lot of time judging someone I didn’t know.

I would probably still be a hater if it wasn’t for my twin brother, Cash.

Cash and I were raised by music-loving parents (if you couldn’t tell by our names). We grew up playing instruments and going to shows. Cash and I got our first tattoos on our 16th birthday, and by the time we were 19, I already had a full sleeve and Cash had a neck tat. We’ve continued to collect ink ever since, and now that we’re 23, we’re both pretty covered.

We have an impressive collection of piercings, too. We both have our nostrils pierced, though he wears two rings and I wear a stud because of my septum piercing. Cash’s lip is pierced and both of our ears are full of piercings. I have my belly button and nipples. It’s been fun growing up with such accepting parents.

We’ve both spent lots of time pursuing art in some way or another. I play guitar and sing in a few local bands, but it’s nothing serious. I prefer body art, and that’s why I’m a piercer. I pierce at a tattoo shop in the city and make bank. People in this hipster city love their piercings.

Cash and I are best friends. We run in the same friend group and spend a lot of time together. We had our rows as kids, but we’ve always gotten along and been super close. So when he got the opportunity of a lifetime, I was hugely supportive, even though it broke me knowing I wouldn’t be able to see him every day anymore.

About six months ago, someone reached out to Cash through his Instagram. He has tons of followers and he’s a super talented guitarist. The guy who messaged Cash happened to be none other than Machine Gun Kelly himself. He wanted Cash to be a part of their band and tour with them.

We were sure it was a hoax, even though it was his official account messaging Cash. We thought it was too good to be true until Colson — MGK’s real name, by the way — passed Cash’s number to his management, and the very next day, Cash had a Zoom meeting set up to meet with Colson and management.

Cash was so serious about it that he wouldn’t let me sit in on the meeting, no matter how silent I promised to be and no matter how many times I assured him that I wouldn’t be on camera. I had to settle for listening through the door. I couldn’t hear much, but I knew it was a positive meeting.

13 days later, Cash packed his stuff and flew to LA to meet up with the band. The band itself is called Machine Gun Kelly, even though the lead singer/rapper goes by that name. It doesn’t make much sense to me, but whatever.

As soon as Cash was gone and I found myself lonely as hell, I decided to check out MGK’s music. The longer I sat and listened, the more pissed off I became with myself for having deprived myself of such good music for so long. I started with Tickets to My Downfall and then got hooked on Hotel Diablo. I ventured to Bloom, Lace Up, General Admission, and then onto songs you could only find on YouTube.

Bottom line: I was obsessed.

Well, let’s not get dramatic. I fell in love with the music and developed a crush on the very man I’d hated just a month before. And I felt like an asshole for it. I still do.

I miss Cash a ton. But his life is amazing now. He’s traveling with a hugely famous band, gaining followers every single show, and better yet, he gets along with the guys great. There’s Colson, of course, and then Rook, the drummer. Baze plays the bass and Slim does a lot of keyboard and sound stuff. Justin plays guitar alongside Cash, and Colson plays, too. They party a ton, but they also go out to eat, take trips together, and hang out constantly. I’ve never heard Cash so happy when we talk on the phone.

I’ve had a shitty day. Clients were dicks, especially the guy who wanted a Prince Albert and got a little excited during the piercing process. If that wasn’t bad enough, he hit on me before one of my tattoo artists came in and dragged him out of the shop. The encounter left me feeling shaky, and by the time I get into my apartment, my hands are a trembling mess.

I sigh and toss my keys into their designated bowl, then kick off my Doc Martens, trudging to the kitchen. I grab a Mountain Dew from the fridge and find my weed pen on the counter, taking a long pull until I cough out a huge puff. I’ll feel better very soon.

After changing into comfortable clothes and washing off my makeup, my black hair tossed into a bun, I curl up on the couch with a stupid scary movie. Almost immediately, my phone lights up with a FaceTime from Cash.

I answer the call and there’s his grinning face. I don’t think we look much alike. I have my mom’s raven hair and he has our dad’s blonde curls that he wears long on top and short on the sides and in back. My jade green eyes are the opposite of his chocolaty brown ones, so dark they’re almost black. We do have the same dimples, though.

“Hey, Cash,” I greet.

“Pres!” He says happily, and I can’t help but smile. “You good, sis?”

I shrug, smiling weakly. “Rough day at work.”

Normally he’d ask, but he’s clearly not calling to chat. He has news. I can see the excitement all over his face. “Fuck that,” he says. “Can you take some time off?”

My brow arches. “For what?”

“I want you to come visit!” He says. “Ride on the tour bus with us. Come to a few shows. I miss you and everyone wants to meet you.”

My stomach flips. “Wait, seriously?” I ask warily. “The band and management are okay with this?”

“Kells suggested it!” Cash replies, eyes wide with joy. Kells — MGK, Colson. A man of many names, apparently.

I’m still skeptical. “I don’t want to impose,” I say. I’m not fun enough to hang with them. It may appear that way based on my career and the fact that I play live music, but I’m boring. All I want to do is smoke weed and maybe go out to eat. I don’t really like to drink and big crowds make me anxious.

“You wouldn’t, I swear,” Cash continues, still trying to convince me.

“Cash…” I bite down on my lip. “I don’t know.”

Cash turns his head and talks to someone but I miss what he says. My brow furrows, and then the phone is being passed. I swear to god I stop breathing when my brother’s face disappears and Colson’s takes its place.

God. This man has no business being as hot as he is. His bone structure is unreal. In another life, he could be a successful model. He’s got the height and the body for it. Covered in tattoos and piercings, he matches my vibe. His hair is bleach blonde and messy, currently, so long it almost covers his eyes until he flicks it away and pushes it back, rings glinting on his long fingers. Christ.

“Hey, Presley,” he greets like we’re old friends.”

“Um, hi,” I say after a moment. How could Cash just throw me onto FaceTime with Colson fucking Baker?! Cash doesn’t know about my crush, but still, he’s a big celebrity. I needed more time to prepare.

“What Cash isn’t saying is that it’s non-negotiable. You’re coming,” he says casually. “We’re going to be in Detroit next Saturday and you can just join us then.”

“My job—”

“Cash already told me it’s easy for you to take time off,” Colson interrupts. Dammit, Cash.

“Well, tell Cash that not all of us are famous rockstars like he is and that some of us still have rent to pay,” I say, loud enough for Cash to hear.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Colson says. “Cash already paid for your next three months’ rent.”

I blink. “Cash David Carver,” I say, tone clipped. “What the hell?”

Cash’s face pops in as he throws an arm around Colson’s shoulders with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Gotta take care of my little sister,” he explains.

“You’re 12 minutes older than me,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Still,” Cash says annoyingly. “Come on, Pres, come see me.”

I sigh. I don’t have to worry about rent for three months. Cash was right, it’s easy to take time off. It means the other piercer gets way more hours and makes more money. I’ve been there for long enough that I can do pretty much whatever I want. I chew on my lip.

“Fine,” I say, and Cash cheers. Colson smiles, and fuck, what an adorable smile. Crinkly eyes and all.

“We’ll see you next Saturday,” Cash says. “Maybe get a friend to drive you. We’ll get you both backstage passes and tickets for the show.”

Holy hell.

“Okay,” I say, head still spinning. I can’t even believe this is real.

“Alright, we gotta go. Love you, Pres,” Cash says.

“Looking forward to meeting you,” Colson says.

“Yeah, me too,” I say. “Love you, too, Cashy. See you soon.”

The FaceTime ends and I’m left sitting on my couch, knowing that in less than two weeks, I’ll be riding on Machine Gun Kelly’s tour bus. I’ll be at shows. It occurs to me that my wardrobe is not good for the paparazzi pictures in which I very well may appear.

I need to go shopping.

I need to mentally prepare.

Somehow.

Colson

“Daddy!” Her voice is almost a shriek and I smirk around the gum in my mouth as I go harder, bringing a hand down onto her ass as I do. God, she sounds like a fucking pornstar, the way she’s moaning and crying over my dick. I’m sure some of it is for show, but the way she’s clenching ain’t fake.

“Fuck,” I mutter lowly, grabbing her hips for leverage as I fuck her harder, feeling myself start to get close.

“Oh fuck, Kells!” Her back arches and her pussy seizes me as she comes, ass pressing back. Feeling her lose it gets me, too, and with a curse, I come, too.

Once I catch my breath, I pull out and get rid of the condom. Panting, she pulls her panties back up and shoves her skirt down. She tries to fix her hair, but it’s a damn mess, and there’s mascara smeared on her cheek and her lipstick is pretty much everywhere but her lips. It’s definitely on my dick, that I know for sure.

I button my jeans and smirk at her, reaching a hand out to help her up. She smiles shyly and I lead the way out of my bunk and into the main space of the tour bus.

“We gotta take off soon,” I explain, bending to kiss her cheek. “It’s been fun, Sabrina.”

Her blonde brows furrow. “Savannah,” she says flatly.

“Shit. Sorry,” I say, giving her my brightest smile. It works. She smiles, too, batting her eyelashes.

“Goodnight, Kells,” she says, fluttering her fingers in a wave as she steps off the bus.

“Goddamn, aren’t you tired?” I turn around to see Cash and Rook on the couch, grinning proudly. Cash’s question has me considering.

“Yeah. I am,” I admit, reaching into the mini fridge for a bottle of water. I plop into one of the cushy chairs and prop my feet on the table. “That’s life, though, boys.”

Rook snorts and Cash smirks as he takes a sip of his beer. I love the kid. I’m glad he’s on tour with us. He’s fucking sick on the guitar and he gets along great with all of us. He’s always down for a good time and he’s a great wingman. I think it’s those damn dimples and the curly blonde hair.

My mind flashes to Cash’s twin sister, Presley. From what I’ve seen in pictures, she looks nothing like Cash. Her hair is black and her eyes are a piercing green. She’s tatted and pierced like him, and though she’s not as tall as he is at 6’2”, she still has legs that go on for miles. She’s hot as fuck, and I’m excited she’s going to be joining the tour for a bit.

As if Cash is reading my mind, he brings her up. “I can’t wait for Pres to join us. She’s my best fucking friend, man.”

“I can’t imagine having a sister,” I say. “Especially a twin.”

“Is that telepathy shit legit?” Rook asks between puffs off a joint.

Cash plucks the joint from his fingers and takes a long drag before passing it to me. The smoke is sweet as it fills my lungs, and I follow up the first hit with another until my head tingles.

“Yeah,” he admits, nodding. “I got in a car crash when we were in high school. Broke my leg and needed stitches in my forehead. Presley had no idea but she left school with a raging headache and a limp.”

“No fucking way,” I say. “Seriously?”

“It’s crazy,” he says. “That’s kind of why I’m glad she’s coming. I can tell she’s not doing so hot.”

I frown, not liking the way his words make my stomach hurt a little. I don’t even know this chick. I shouldn’t really care. But she’s my friend’s sister, so I guess it makes sense. “What’s wrong? Shitty boyfriend?” I ask.

Cash barks such a loud laugh that Rook and I both freeze, looking at him like he’s crazy. “Sorry,” he says, chuckling and shaking his head. “Pres has never had a boyfriend.”

“How?” I blurt before I can stop myself. I clear my throat. “I mean, she’s hot. Respectfully,” I add.

Cash chuckles. “Guys want her. They’re all over her,” he says, and I notice the way his hand tightens protectively on the armrest. “She doesn’t want any of them. We tell each other everything, but she doesn’t date. Dunno why.”

“Hm,” I reply. Interesting. I don’t date either, but I do fuck. Maybe his sister is the same way. Good news for me, if so.

“So on that note,” Cash says. “She’s off limits. No hitting on my sister.”

I’m visibly disappointed and Cash narrows his eyes at me. “I mean it, Kells.”

I hold up my hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. Loud and clear.”

“But what if she hits on me first,” Rook asks, and when Cash swats him, he cackles.

I sit back in the chair and take another drag off the joint. What’s the point of Cash’s sexy ass sister coming on tour if I can’t touch her? I have a feeling she’s even hotter in person. Oh well. I’ll have to deal with it. Cash is my boy and I’ll respect his wishes.

It might be a little cocky to think she’d want me back if I made a move, but I haven’t been rejected since high school. It doesn’t happen when you’re at the place I am. Hell, I don’t even have to ask anymore. Girls, quite literally, throw themselves at me, along with their panties, bras, and even a vibrator one time. That was an interesting show. Funny as fuck watching Reed pluck it off the stage.

I hear what Cash says, but there’s some weight to what Rook said, too. What if she wants me? Am I expected to reject her? Shit, I won’t be doing that. We’ll just have to see what happens.

Our Detroit show comes on fast. It’s been a crazy week, and to be honest, I haven’t been thinking about Cash’s sister at all. There are plenty of other girls to keep me occupied.

So when I’m backstage smoking a joint and Cash walks back with a couple of girls, I’m intrigued. I get up from the chair I’m in, but as I get closer, I recognize her. Cash’s sister. And fuck if she doesn’t take my breath away, as stupid as that sounds.

Because holy shit. When I say Presley Carver is the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, I’m not lying. Pictures don’t do this girl justice, and her pictures are pretty damn hot. There are those gorgeous legs beneath a short leather skirt. A tiny sliver of tanned stomach is visible beneath her shirt, a simple t-shirt tied in a knot at the bottom. Black, leather boots with a heel, making those legs even longer. Her hair is left down and straight, and I can see the green of her eyes from twenty feet away.

I basically tuck my tongue back into my mouth before snuffing the joint out and going over to say hi like a gentleman. The three of them are chatting with Ashleigh and Olivia, but Presley looks up as I come over, and for the few seconds that our eyes are locked on one another, I feel a bolt of electricity shock through me. She blinks and looks away, but there’s a little smirk on her face.

“Cash, gonna introduce me?” I ask, putting a hand to Cash’s shoulder.

“Yeah, Kells, this is my sister, Presley,” he says.

“Nice to meet you,” Presley says, holding out a hand.

I smirk and step forward to hug her instead. “Nah, fuck that, we hug around here,” I say, noticing the way her head tucks into my neck, inhaling the smell radiating from her hair — something sweet and sugary. She smells like fucking candy and for a second, I can’t help but wonder what she tastes like.

As I pull away, Cash gives me a warning glance, but I just smile. “And this is her friend, Sadie.”

“Hi Sadie,” I say, hugging her as well. She’s cute, but she isn’t Presley Carver. No one is.

“Thanks again for being so generous,” Presley says. God, her voice is hot, too. Sultry and low, slightly raspy. She sounds like she’d be one hell of a singer.

“No problem,” I say. “Make yourselves at home.” I need to finish my joint and take a piss before I get out onstage, and as much as I want to stay here and stare, I have shit to do. I wave and walk away. I glance over my shoulder after a few seconds and catch Presley staring. She jumps a little and immediately focuses on what Cash is saying, but she looks flustered. I notice the shape of her long black nails as she tucks her hair behind her ear and I shiver. Focus, Colson. You have a show to do.

But somehow knowing Presley is watching makes me go harder. Makes me take my shirt off and put on a good show of thrusting at my guitar. I drag my fingers down my body, grab my cock over my pants. Old Colson is coming out. The kid who used to suck tits onstage. I hadn’t realized how much I missed him. He was fun. I stopped acting that way when I met…never mind.

I like that this girl is making me find my old self onstage. I completely give into it, and it’s my best show of the entire tour. Detroit is lucky Presley Carver is in their presence.

After the show, I chug a full bottle of water, accepting daps and high fives and hugs backstage. I hate how my eyes are searching for her. Cash was very clear — hands off his sister. Which is such a dick move. Has he seen his sister? I mean, I know that’s his sister but he’s not blind. Right?

“Great show.” I jump a little when I hear that slightly raspy voice behind me, and when I turn around, my breath hitches. She looks even better a little sweaty from the show, black hair slightly mussed up.

I clear my throat and put on a smirk to hide how flustered this girl has me. “Thanks. You had fun?”

“Oh, yeah,” she says, her eyes bright. “You guys put on a good show.”

I mop my face with my sweaty t-shirt and flick my hair out of my eyes. “Did you sing along to any songs?” I ask, my not-so-subtle way of figuring out whether or not she knows our music.

Her grin is a little sly. “Maybe,” she says with a little shrug.

My brow arches. “C’mon, you’re gonna leave a guy hanging?” I ask. I really want to know if she actually likes my music.

“Pres, quit acting mysterious,” Cash says when he steps up beside me, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “She listens to your shit. She knows all the words.”

“Cash!” Presley hisses, giving him a look.

“What?” Cash blanches. “It’s true!” He turns to me. “As soon as I joined y’all she started listening.”

“So you didn’t listen before we kidnapped Cash?” I ask. For some reason, I like that she hasn’t always been a fan.

She shrugs. “Not really.” Now she looks a little sheepish. “I was missing out, though.”

“You should've heard the shit she said about you when Killshot came out,” Cash adds, and when Presley stomps on his toe, he yelps. “Ow, what the fuck!”

“Cash, you’re such a dick,” she groans. She looks up at me and smiles weakly. “He’s exaggerating.”

I’m amused as fuck. All I can do is laugh. I don’t give a fuck whose side she was on when that all went down. She’s backstage at my show now, and I saw the way she looked at me earlier. She’s into me. There’s no way she’s not.

“I’m gonna go find a bathroom,” Presley mutters, shooting one last glare at Cash before she turns on her heel and stomps away. And maybe my eyes fall on her ass, the way her waist curves out into smooth hips. Cash elbows me, and now it’s my turn to yelp.

“C’mon, I was just looking!” I insist.

“Yeah, looking at my sister like you want to fuck her,” Cash says, but he’s still grinning a little. The smile fades and he clears his throat. “Look. She’s a good girl.”

A quick burst of irritation blooms in my chest. “Are you saying I’m a bad guy?”

“No!” Cash insists, eyes widening. “Not at all. She just…she’s different, Kells. And she’s my sister. I don’t want anyone taking advantage of her.”

“Taking advantage?” I blurt in outrage.

“No, Kells I — fuck.” Cash tears his hands through his messy hair. “Please.”

I sigh, the fight going out of me, and nod. “I won’t do anything,” I mutter.

“You promise?” The kid asks.

I have half a mind to make fun of him for the juvenile ass question, but I just nod. “Promise,” I sigh. Cash relaxes after that and he claps me on the back before jogging away to find some of the other guys.

I’m annoyed now. I want a shower and something to eat. And my dick is a little bit hard in my jeans. I shift and then walk stiffly outside to the tour bus.

Sure enough, a group of girls squeals when I come outside. They’re hanging near the tour bus and I quickly scan the group for the hottest one. There’s a cute brunette and I decide she’s the one. I approach the fence and reach for her hand. Her eyes twinkle.

“You busy right now?” I ask.

She looks to her friend whose eyes are bugging out of her head. “Nope,” she says.

I smirk. This will be a good distraction. Just what I need.

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eparvierr · 7 months ago

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how i picture: richie lipschitz

- machine gun kelly releases a new song and you see creatures like richie walk around

- blue hair and annoying about it

- lanky white guy who likes fall out boy. completely new never been done before actually. coming from a lanky white non-girl girl who likes fall out boy

- 6'0. he's tall and it's fucking gross

#how i picture #richie lipschitz

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 5 months ago

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Thirst

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Ten)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, past abuse, past SA, shouting, drinking, allusions to murder, going off the deep end, anger, blood covered keepsakes, insults, hurt/comfort, Dom acting out of character, self harm (a little), accidentally on purpose almost falling (Dom almost takes a leap off the balcony), blood, d/s dynamics, lost boy Dom, past arranged marriage, breaking things, fear, working things out, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

Eventually the group dispersed from the bedroom and made their way to the kitchen for lunch. Colson was concerned when his mate stayed behind but he understood the need for space to think. They had learned a shit ton about the boy's past and he knew that might weigh heavily on the Alpha. He asked for time to himself all the time so when Dom squeezed his hand, kissed his cheek, and pushed him out with the rest of the group he went. The only time before that the other man had wanted to be by himself was when Col hit him and it scared him to be pushed away even though it was gently and lovingly. He was the one who shut down and isolated, his fiancé always needed him closer. He allowed it though, taking their son out of the room to eat with their family. It felt almost impossible not to tell their older boy everything but he knew Dom should be there for it.

He ate with the others as calmly as he could, trying to have normal conversations but he could tell Blain could feel something was off. Thankfully the kid was already used to them being weird so he probably assumed it was about Col’s uncle or something. Once he finished his food he left the table to check on his mate, rocking their baby against his chest. He couldn't see him in the bedroom and when he checked the bathroom it was empty. The closest was propped open but the only thing inside was a messy turned over box that he was sure was ripped down from a high shelf. It was one that his lover had refused to unpack and he'd wondered… but he wasn't about to snoop now. Had Dom ran off somehow? Had he slipped out behind them? He thought he heard a noise and he walked back into their bedroom to finally realize the sliding glass door was open just a bit. Just like he used to leave it for Dom to join him for bed.

He found his partner sitting on the balcony with his back against the window. There was a book in his lap and a bottle of booze in his fist. What the fuck? He huffed softly and shook his head, turning back to leave the room again. He knew he needed to talk to the killer but not with their son. He'd never seen the Alpha drunk and he wasn't about to face something new with Punk. It was so strange to see, the man had been supportive as fuck through their whole pregnancy and now that he was breastfeeding. Kells wouldn't touch anything that might hurt his baby and Dom wouldn't either besides an occasional beer with Tom. He’d heard stories about the Alpha drinking but he hadn't expected to see it until they could get shit faced together.

“What's wrong?” Tom asked the moment he spotted the other omega. There must have been something in his eyes or in his aura, he was so confused he couldn't hold it back.

Colson eased Punk into his playpen and looked over his shoulder, his brows furrowed still. “Um… I'm not sure. He's got an album or something and a bottle of te-” He couldn't even finish the word before the photographer was hauling ass to their room passed him. It made his confusion even deeper. He'd never seen Tom so worried.

“Tequila!” Mod tried to tease by saying it just like the song and Blain huffed a laugh at him.

“Are you fucking kidding me Dom? This shit again? Look at yourself!” They all turned when they heard Tom shout at the Alpha. They all fell silent. Had they ever heard him raise his voice? He was always so calm.

“Oh fuck off Tommy! Ya don't understand! I jus’ needed to fucking- fucking stop! It's so bloody loud and now you are too. I got enough loud. Go’way!” The other slurred with his voice almost raised to the same level. Colson started to go to them but his brother shook his head.

“Give them a minute.” The beta soothed. It was one of the hardest things Colson had ever done but at the same time one of the easiest. He was overwhelmed too. He didn't want to face this. He always knew how to handle his mate but this was new. This was scary.

“Me fuck off? Look at yourself! Why the fuck do you still have that damn book?” Tom sounded at his wits end.

“I need it. S’me family.” Dom's voice was softer and almost hiccuping but loud enough to be heard.

“No Dominic, we're your family! You know you're not allowed to drink tequila anymore. You think the girls didn't tell me? Do you want to scare your boys off too?”

“Oi! You ain't allowed to talk to me like tha'!”

“Oh am I supposed to be scared of the piss drunk idiot on the floor? So bloody terrifying! I'm not moving again Dom. I'm happy here and you're happy here if you don't fuck it up! We found a family- mates even! If you go off the deep end again don't expect me to clean it up. Do you want to leave it to Colson? Blain?” Col and Mod looked at each other and the beta blushed. The omega had to wonder if that was the first time he was called that. They shared a room and were obviously together but no one talked about it.

“Don't talk about ‘im to me! I already ruined it. Fucked it! Dead.” Dom's voice sounded like a sob and Col knew he was upset about their oldest. He hoped Blain misunderstood but he couldn't tell. He didn't want the kid scared.

“You think I don't remember the last time Dom? That's how we ended up here. You're not pulling that again. You think the girls didn't tell me about how they found you? They weren't terrified of you because they knew you were a killer, they were horrified because they found you pissed and covered in their father's blood, sobbing on the fucking floor with that book! His body wasn't even cold next to you and they saw that! Do you want to scar them for life too? Colson wouldn't even let you near Punk right now. You don't deserve to be around our family.” That was it. Kells was up and heading to their room. He knew Tom was all about tough love but that felt too far. He couldn't help realizing he left their son with Mod but… he couldn't help it.

“I know I don't! Why ya fink I'm out ‘ere? I don't wanna infect ‘em all! I can't do it Tom! I can't be ‘is! Look at me!” The Alpha screamed as his mate reached the bedroom and Col watched as he stood up and held out his arms.

He could see the blood stains on the album now. The scratched out faces of their parents. He knew his fiancé was mentally disturbed but he was only used to the trauma or the fun murder side. This? He didn't know how to help this. He didn't know how to help a broken man no matter how in love with him he was.

“I'm looking and I'm fucking disappointed in you. How dare you! You promised me Dom. You promised you wouldn't fuck this up. You promised we had a home.” Tom wrapped his arms around himself as if he wanted to reach out and hug the other man but refused. It hurt Col’s heart. He made himself take the last few steps to join them on the balcony and the sight of his lover so drunk was staggeringly weird.

“I thought we did but I stain everyfing I touch.” The killer almost sobbed and the omega saw red and for once it wasn't his partner's crimson gaze. He saw the moment Dom realized he had joined them because his shoulders dropped. He turned his head to look at Colson before he moved to grab the railing and jump. Kells lunged, he didn't know whether Dom was trying to go up or over but he didn't give him the chance for either, he gripped his wrist and tugged hard and they fell back half into the bedroom.

Kells felt his fangs bite down into his own lip as his spine and head hit the carpet. Everything ached as his lover landed on top of him and Tom cursed, storming back out of their room. “You deal with him.”

For just a moment the pair stared at each other, Dom had bit his lip in the fall too and a drop of his blood hit Col’s skin but he wouldn't let himself lick or kiss the other. Not yet. Not with all this bullshit. He pushed hard at Dom’s shoulders and crawled out from under him. His palm closed around the bottle that somehow was still in the other's hold. He ripped it away and hurled it across the balcony to shatter against the wall outside before he slammed the glass door closed hard enough it shook.

Dom tried to push himself back against the bed, he felt small and lost and young again but he didn't know how to voice it. He wanted to hide under the blankets until the monster went away but the darkness was in his own mind and not outside. Col was just repeating things his father used to do. He knew that.

“I don't know what the hell all that was about but don't you fucking dare shut me out like that. Do you want to die? Were you about to fucking leave me? Us? Huh Dom? Fucking answer me!” The omega didn't mean to take over the shouting but he couldn't help the adrenaline rushing through his veins. He hadn't been that terrified in… ever. Nothing scared him more than losing his mate and that was horrifying all on its own. He nudged his partner with his foot but Dom just pressed himself harder against the foot of the bed. He was squeezing the album close to his chest with his knees pulled up and his eyes tightly closed and that told him more than anything. His Alpha hated closing his eyes.

“I didn't mean- I weren't- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry-” The words were mumbled and slurred and spilling out on a loop. It broke something inside the older man. He'd learned so much about his future husband that day and now he was seeing him in a new light. This was the boy he brought out every time he dropped him. This was the child still lost and scared inside.

He took a chance and sat down on the floor in front of Dom, crossing his legs and taking a deep breath that he sighed out. “You're okay. You're safe. I'm not upset and neither is Tom. I think we're just scared to see you like this. You're always so fucking strong, baby boy.” He didn't risk touching him yet. He didn't want to push too hard. He could tell the other was listening though because the muttering calmed and those plush lips went slack. “I'm sorry I yelled. Can you forgive me?” It took a moment but Dom nodded. Col still felt fear and rage and sadness bubbling inside him but he wouldn't break what he was building up. He couldn't confront his lover when he was like this, at least not with anger. He wasn't sure how else to deal with him because he never used anything but. He knew he could try though. Dom deserved it. He always took such good care of his family.

“Were you trying to leave me? You know what I say to that. The last thing you'll ever see is my face.” He sighed. It was a dark vow that made him know he was just as fucked up as his mate. It was a threat that if he left he would kill him, it was a promise that if Dom died naturally some day he would be right there with him.

“N-no. I… Roof. Like to fly. Free. When I'm scared.” The sentences were fragments but Colson found sense in them because he knew the other man. Dom loved walking along the roof and jumping to their balcony because it felt like flying. He had his own little Peter Pan.

“Can I see your book?” He wouldn't ask about the story Tom had spit at him. He didn't doubt that Dom's sisters had found him after killing their dad. It was his first psychotic break. He could picture the barely teen rocking on the floor drenched in blood and viscera holding the book. Scratching the faces off the demons. He hated that in vanquishing them all the boy developed new ones in his mind.

After a moment Dom handed him the album but still didn't open his eyes. The second Colson had the book the boy tucked his head against his knees and wrapped his arms around his legs. He looked so small. So much younger than his young age. The omega whimpered softly and opened the crimson stained pages. It was a family photo book full of happy looking lies. The faces of his parents were gone but Kells could see his partner growing up in the pictures until he reached a special page marked ‘The Future Misters Harrison’. His stomach dropped but he turned the tacky page to find frames of his lover as a young boy babysitting an even younger one. He didn't need to ask, the blonde hair and bright green eyes was obvious. A few pages later was the marriage agreement, or at least a copy. It made the man sick enough he had to close the book and set it aside.

“I didn't 'member. I didn't... He's so small. Did I ‘urt ‘im?” The words were a soft plead and it took Col a moment to be able to talk.

“What? No. Blain's fine. He's in the living room with Punk.” He soothed back.

Jade eyes finally opened and looked over at the book. The Alpha trembled as he asked again. “No… did I ‘urt ‘im… back ‘en?”

Colson took a deep breath and let it out before he crawled to sit next to his mate and he wrapped his arm around those normally strong shoulders. They were shaking now. Rounded as if the weight of the world were too much for the first time since they met. “I don't know.” He answered honestly. He wanted to help but he wouldn't lie. “I doubt it. You've told me how pissed your dad was that you couldn't get it up.”

“Do you fink ‘ey tried? Wiv us? Me and… and…” He trailed off and sniffled and couldn't look away from the album.

“Honestly? Probably. If they were trying to drug you and shit… if you don't remember everything, which I get. You were a kid. But if they used something on y'all I wouldn't be shocked. But you have to trust nothing happened. He loves you. You're his father. He trusts you just like I do.”

“He shouldn't. I'm shite. I stain everyfing-”

“Shut your whore mouth. You have helped us heal more than we ever could have alone. I'm not fucking stained. I'm strong. I'm myself for the first time in my life because of you. We have a baby that I fucking shot out of my body. I was terrified of that shit. Don't even try me with that.” Kells huffed, kissing his lover's temple.

“Wha' if it's jus'... Wha' if he's been roofied by me Alpha pheromones? Wha' if you boff was?” The boy whined, finally turning to look at Col.

He bit his cheek not to laugh and shook his head. “You didn't roofie anyone. Well, not anyone still alive anyway. I don't know how you kill those Alphas. We're here because you make us feel safe and loved and we want to do that for you too. Can you let us?” He asked softly.

Dom took a shaking breath and tried to nod. He hadn't meant to let himself drink so much, especially not tequila. He just found the old bottle and forgot his promise to Tom for a moment. He wasn't going out on a spree. More than anything he wanted to crawl in bed and hide from the world. Preferably with his mate. He knew they needed to talk to their family though. Blain still didn't know.

“Didn't he say he loved you? Didn't he say you were his only good childhood memory?” Colson asked softly.

“You was listening?” Dom asked, surprised.

Col shrugged. He hadn't meant to spy but he remembered that day he was giving Tom everything to keep their son for the night and he heard Blain say his babysitter was his best example of good. “You were his childhood happiness. Even if your parents tried something that's not what he remembers. He remembers being safe with you.”

Dom sniffled, his eyes burning with tears as he leaned against his partner’s chest. He tried to fight a sob because he knew people were probably listening but it was hard. Impossible. He felt broken open and raw. Lost. “I don't feel safe. I feel…” He didn't know how to finish the sentence. He wanted to scream.

“Do you want to talk to our boy or do you need to work it out first?” Col asked gently, cupping his lover's chin to pull his face up. He pressed a loving kiss to the boy's pillow lips but he kept it firm to fill it with a promise. If Dom needed his help he would remind him what safety felt like in the only way he knew how.

“Mmm I-” Dom mumbled back, chasing the kiss but he knew what he should do. He was a parent first and a sub second. Probably. Honestly it depended on the day and his mood. “Fuck.” He whined when Kells nibbled his bottom lip. The omega never played fair. It was mid-day, they needed to take care of their boys first. Right? “You a twat. You fink you can make me feel better wiv- wiv- oh…” He moaned low when the other man flicked his tongue over the shell of his ear. “Tequila makes me so fucking ‘orny.”

Colson choked on a laugh at that accidental truth and a happy needy noise rumbled in his chest. That almost changed his plan but he knew what they needed to do. “You feel more yourself don't you?” Colson purred and Dom nodded. “Stronger? Surer? Ready?”

“Ready for ya cock.”

Kells chuckled as he pulled back and kissed the tip of his mate's nose. “Good boy. After we talk to Blain.”

“Oh fuck you.” Dom cursed as his partner stood up and held out his hand.

“It's cute you think that's how this will go.”

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🩷

So a little more plot but it's obvious they can't stay on track long without being together 🤭 First they need a family talk though. It seems Dom's a little overwhelmed and Kells is starting to see a little more of his mate. I'm sure they can handle it together though. I hope you're all enjoying it 🖤❤️‍🔥

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spinningalbinoturtle · 6 months ago

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Modern Songs and Artists that the Lotr crew would jam out to

Aragorn

He loves his look-a-like Hozier not because of their shared hairstyle but because he loves the message of a worshipping your girlfriend like a goddess. He has listened to “Too Sweet” too many times to count. Also enjoys some Noah Kahan and Florence.

Legolas

While I think Legolas generally likes pop-I think he secretly likes Noah Kahan as well cause he matches his foresty aesthetic. All of Stick Season was on his Spotify wrapped. He also loves the Beyonce country album and Sabrina Carpenter, Olivia Rodrigo, and Charlie XCX

Gimli

He’s been blaring “Hind’s Hall” with Eowyn cause he’s a king like that. He likes rap but only when it has a social conscious message. I think he also enjoys some Hozier but more for the music and less for the lyrics. Generally listens to very little modern music-much more of a 90s guy.

Merry

He’s a big fan of The Weekend and has recently been getting to Djo. He also LOVES SZA. He actually has pretty decent taste in (pop) music. He likes Billie Eilish as well

Pippin

Pippin is still listening to Machine Gun Kelly. He’s been getting into K-pop a lot and really wants to see Stray Kids. Is taking Drake’s side. He likes anything fun on the charts.

Sam

Sam is a Swiftie and was really stoked tor TTPD. I think he also enjoys Maggie Rogers’ new album a lot too. He also likes Lizzo and isn’t sure who to believe in the controversy with her. He also loves Olivia Rodrigo but doesn’t want to think bad of Taylor so isn’t sure where he stands on that issue. I think he like Brandi Carlisle for her country gayness.

Frodo

He loves some boygenius and Vampire Weekend but lately he’s been losing it over Good Luck Babe (he’s screams it when he’s by himself). He did buy the Chappell Roan album on vinyl. Though not a big Swiftie generally he actually really liked Tortured Poets since he himself is one. And of course Mitski. He went to Troye Sivan with Arwen and they sat in the accessible section.

Arwen

She’s a huge Kacey Mussgraves fan. She also is into Troye Sivan. Arwen likes Dua Lipa cause she doesn’t have drama and embodies the sparkly aesthetic. She kinda likes Halsey as well.

Eowyn

She’s recently become a big Macklemore fan (wink wink). She also got really into LABOUR of course. Other than that she doesn’t listen to much that is super popular but she does like King Princess, Halsey, and Phoebe Bridgers and Brandi Carlisle.

Eomer

He’s real into Kendrick Lamarr. Pretty much into all the big rappers-was a Kanye defender for a while before Eowyn finally convinced him not to be (via various threats)

Faramir

Faramir also loves Chappell Roan. Also loves Ethel Cain cause she had a traumatic upbringing (no I am never letting go of my transfem Faramir headcanon you can pry it from my cold dead hands)

#lotr #frodo baggins #sam gamgee #aragorn #eowyn #merry brandybuck #legolas #pippin took #gimli #arwen #eomer #faramir #lotr headcanons #lotr shitpost

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songmatrixio · 13 hours ago

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https://blog.songmatrix.io/megan-fox-and-machine-gun-kelly-expecting-the-rock-star-love-story-continues/

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star-1111 · 2 years ago

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SORRY! I completely forgot who to add for the grunge req but it was quackity! my bad that was on me😭

No problem! <3

quackity x fem!grunge!reader

okay so first things first

he thinks you look SO attractive

no matter how baggy your clothes are, and no matter how dramatic your make up is, he thinks you are like a goddess

hear me out 😭

will casually tell you "oh yeah, I added a new song to our playlist" and when you check it'll be 'Emo Girl- Machine Gun Kelly" 😭😭😭

but all jokes aside, he loves you for you!

will definitely go clothes shopping with you and point out the baggiest clothes (that you ofc will wear) and point out how good that would look on you

MATCHING JEWELLRY!!

could watch you apply your lashes and literally look like the heart eye emoji

he loves going shopping with you and letting you express yourself

will def joke about going emo LMAO

when he has the aux cord he'll play the most grunge music known to mankind/play your favorite band <3

no matter how you dress or choose to express yourself, he loves you for you <3

#x reader #quackity x reader #big q x reader #dsmp

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paradoxxinvader · 2 years ago

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DITTO - do you want somebody? like i want somebody?

PROFILES - ATTRACTION? MORE LIKE ATTRACT-SHUN !!!!

pairing :: riki x fem!idol!reader

genre :: idol au, written + some smau when needed, unrequited love (just not in the way you think), strangers to something, fluff, angst, flipped one-sided love !!

synopsis :: yn, the leader of girl group trio ATTRACTION, has a major crush on ENHYPEN’s maknae, nishimura riki, since before her debut in 2022. she related to him, confided in his photocards, and befriended the idea of him, so much so that she fell in love with someone who barely knew of her. when she debuts under the same label as him, HYBE, the tables start to turn when she starts to realize that who he is isn’t the same person she fell in love with, all while nishimura riki starts to fall for her. what could possibly go wrong?

YN LN (stage name : YN)

leader of ATTRACTION. needs to catch a break istg sungie keeps her on her toes. korean-australian. 1/5 of the aussie, aussie, aussie! oi, oi oi! gang. 16 years old, making her one of the youngest leaders in k-pop. is absolutely in love with nishimura riki of enhypen... like in love in love. it’s not good. loves timtams, hates sharing them. was in a pop band in australia with her best friends that was called mgk (not machine gun kelly). became friends with maki of &team through her friend, sakura. has a messed up sleep schedule. trained for a year and quarter before debuting.

played by the reader, but danielle of newjeans is used for convenience.

PAE SO-RI (stage name : PAE-RI)

eldest and main dancer of ATTRACTION. has sent COUNTLESS follow requests to lee know of stray kids on twittter but he always deletes them because he doesn’t know who she is lol (has enlisted i.n to help her but he always fails). 17 years old. is fully korean but spent some time in hong kong when she was in elementary school, and then new york in middle school, making her fluent in korean, cantonese, and english. wanted to become a kpop idol after she watched the du-du-du music video blackpink put out. was a dancer for three years, then trained for two years before debuting.

played by minji of newjeans.

CHO SUNG-EUN (stage name : SUNGIE)

the baby of ATTRACTION. has a crush on shining armor (twilight sparkle’s brother) from my little pony, but refuses to admit it. a literal child, is 15 years old. after RELENTLESS questioning from pae-ri and yn about who her crush is, she was inspired to write omg!, which led to FURTHER questioning, and when she revealed that it was shining armor, she was never shunned so quickly- this very quickly became an inside joke in the fandom after it was revealed who she wrote the song about. was a trainee at FNCE for about a year, but switched to HYBE. HATES it when people call her by her full name, only allows the members and her manager to call her by her name. trained for two years before debuting.

played by hanni of newjeans.

ATTRACTION

ATTRACTION is a 3 member girl-group comprised of YN, PAE-RI, and SUNGIE, under HYBE and BELLE. debuted in september 23, 2022, with their mini-album PHOTOREALISTIC. their fandom names are belle (plural: belles) and beau (plural: beaus).

ATTRACTION - MEMBERS ACCOUNT

THE GIRLS

TAGLIST :: @acousticking @mitsukifilms @hyem1ngyu @loveliii @ahnneyong @azngamis-blog @hanniluvi @heesitation @brahms-heelshit@mirakura @adeolalily13 @sunoozz @enwlrd @3chae @bucketofhiros @ilovewonyo @jaxavance @calijimenez @adajoemaya @judeduartwannabe @heartwonder @wonypop @dimplewonie @coalalalinha @rikimylove @jamaisunoo @sd211 @aki1e @asapia @simeonswhore @bougiesunoo @hatdugin @cass1814 @ilvsoup @nia-xxx @byhsng @soobnism @futuristicpiepsychicalmond @nuoyishi @akashisthighs @facelesswrittes @tinie03 @noiacha @mmaplepastries @curly-fr13s @sweetjaemss @lcv3lies @nikiluvs @urszn @kittyeij @jeonsy98 @sserafimez @j-wyoung @tya0 @stinkoscope @sumarchived @belovedxiao @gardenofriki @belovedxiao @jeonsy98 @tya0 @hermvse @zuyairus @belovedxiao @stinkoscope @sumarchived @belovedxiao @gardenofriki @ethereal-ari @wanna-live-yn-life @ineedaherosavemeenow @wooaheee (CLOSING SOON)

lu speaks ! :: hello everyone ~~ these should’ve been out a long time ago lol but in my defense... i didn’t have the apps. DONT BLAME ME I THOUGHT THEY WERENT AVAILABLE ON ANDROID !!! also im working on how to fix the formatting, but the issue is that you can only do that on the mobile app and i use the desktop version (it’s a long story, dont ask) but i’ll see what i can do soon ! i have sent a request to tumblr about it, so hopefully SOMETHING HAPPENS. also i know i said “taglist closing when next chapter is published” but this technically doesn’t count as a chapter, right? so the taglist is still open for those who want to join! tho i might just make a second batch after a while lol. anyways enjoy !!!!

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