#Rook Cappelletty imagine

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

The Tour XVI

A/N: Another heavy Rook chapter!

Warnings: swearing

When you awake the next day, your body is stiff and your muscles sore. You figure that’s what you get for having sex in small spaces. Colson’s soft snores fill the room and you relish in the sound. Lightly brushing the hair back from his forehead, you stare at his soft features. The way his lips are slightly parted, the twitching of his eyes as he dreams. You run your finger down his sharp jawline, stubble resisting against your fingertip, the pulse point in his neck, the dip of his collarbone. You trace the outlines of the ink that litters his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat thumping against your palm. 

You could lie in this moment with him, fast asleep and nestled against you, forever but your bladder is making its presence known. You slip out of the bed and creep out his bedroom door. When you’re done in the bathroom, the memories of being in there the night before playing through your mind while you peed, you practically fall into a solid mass. You look up to see Rook’s bruised face angled down at you, his eyes watching you closely. Part of you wants to be mad at him but the gentle side of you just feels…guilty?

“Don’t look at me with those eyes,” Rook mumbles, averting his eyes from your face quickly.

“What eyes?” you ask, playing with your fingers awkwardly as you stand less than an inch from each other.

“Those pitiful eyes. I don’t need your guilt or your fucking pitty. You were right, I had my chance and I fucked it up and now I have to live with that but you don’t. I don’t want you to anyway.”

“I…I’m sorry. I just- I want things to be ok between us again and I’m so scared they won’t be. I don’t want to lose you but I don’t know how to fix it.”

You hadn’t realised you’d been crying until Rook reached out to swipe a fallen tear from your cheek. You wanted to hug him. You wanted to tell him that you’d do anything to make him feel better, fix his fractured friendship with Colson but you can’t. You’re too afraid he’ll ask you to not be with Colson and you just can’t do that.

“You’re not going to lose me. I just…I need time. I need to adjust to the thought of you and…Kells. I won’t stand in your way but I can’t just push everything down overnight. I’ll always be your best friend, that will never change. I just need to learn to accept that I’ll never be anything else.”

His works tear at your chest and for the first time since your date, you look at him in that way. Why didn’t you see a relationship with him? Would you have ended up falling in love with him if you’d given it a chance? No, probably not. You were so stuck in the idea of ‘love at first sight’ that anything less seemed like a waste. You’d ended a lot of relationships over that idea and you began to think it was never going to happen and then you met Colson. Suddenly it wasn’t just an idea, it was reality.

“I can give you time and if it’s easier, I’ll go onto the other bus for the rest of the tour so that you can have some space from me and you don’t have to…”

Your voice trails off. You were going to tell him that he wouldn’t have to watch you and Colson be together because you didn’t want to hurt him but somehow it seemed insulting. You also didn’t think you could be around Colson without touching him, kissing him, especially now that you’re ‘officially’ a couple.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Colson’s rough voice fills the space. 

Rook takes a visible step away from you. You want to tell him he doesn’t need to but you don’t. Colson steps beside you, slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you to his side. You can’t explain it but the gesture is uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. The way Rook’s eyes study the space where you nestle into Colson makes your stomach knot anxiously but the feeling of Colson’s warmth, the way his arm tightens a little, is the best feeling in the world.

Rook doesn’t say anything else after that. He just turns on his heels and stalks off to his bunk, pulling the curtain closed. You feel the guilt settle in your chest again, the weight of his sadness resting squarely on your shoulders. You can tell Colson feels it. The way your shoulders tense and you hunch your body protectively. He rubs circles on your hip bone, comforting you.

“He’ll come around, just give him time,” he whispers in your ear. You nod but somehow you can’t seem to convince yourself of that, no matter how hard you try.

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The days begin to blend into one. You’ve made your regular check-ins with Francis and he’s happy with Colson’s improved mood at his PR obligations and his performances on stage. Your friendship with Rook still seems to have some life in it too. He doesn’t leave the room anymore when Colson and you enter it together laughing, hand in hand. He no longer flinches when Colson touches you, kisses you or tells you something sweet. Slowly, he begins talking to you normally again and he occasionally has a conversation with Colson that doesn’t have to do with the tour. Just general conversations, almost like they were before their fight.

“You’ll get back to where you were again,” Ashleigh told you with such confidence you almost believed her.

The rest of the group accepted Colson and you being together pretty easily. Sophie and Ashleigh were ecstatic for the both of you. Exclaiming that it was about damn time Colson ‘manned up’ and asked you out. Baze, Jus and Slim nuzzled your head and threatened Colson to not mess with you. Sam simply smiled at you and nodded at Colson in his quiet Sam way.

You lay in the bed of your hotel room in a city you didn’t recognise, listening to the sound of Colson’s deep breathing. You had both gone to bed hours ago and after making love and showering, you still lay there wide awake and your mind racing. You’d never been a patient person so the idea of Rook taking weeks or even months to start acting normally with you again was slowly killing you. You didn’t expect him to just wake up one day and be over it but he can’t hold what you did against you. Rook was the one that messed up not you and in your logical mind, you believed he had no right to be upset. You decided in that moment, enough was enough.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and slink to the door. You slip out and stalk down the hallway to Rook’s room. You bang on the door, not even sure if he’d hear you in his deep slumber. You wait a moment and the door opens revealing a shirtless Rook, rubbing sleep from his eyes and mumbling about the time. You push past him, anger building in your gut at an uncontrollable rate.

“You are such an asshole,” you scold him, pacing the messy floor of his hotel room. “You couldn’t man up and tell me how you felt all these years and then I finally find someone that makes me happy and you suddenly think you have a right to be jealous?”

“I know,” Rook agrees with you but your blood is pumping so loudly in your ears you barely register it and continue.

“I have been single for as long as you’ve known me! You’ve had so much time, so many opportunities! When your house flooded, you lived on my fucking sofa for a month for god’s sake. You didn’t think to mention one day over your lucky charms ‘Hey can you pass the OJ, oh and by the way, I think I’m in love with you’? Would that have been so hard for you to say?”

“Why does this bother you so much?” Rook stands in front of you abruptly stopping your pacing. His eyes are pleading with you but what they’re asking you have no idea.

“Because I thought you were my best friend. When I thought our friendship was growing, you were falling in love with me. Do you know how much of a betrayal that is?”

“How is that a betrayal?” Rook snorts and you see red.

“It changes everything Rook. How can you not see that? When I thought you were doing something nice for me because I was your friend, you were doing it because you wanted me to feel the same way you did. That was your hope wasn’t it? Get close to me, treat me right and hope one day I realise that this was more than friendship?”

Rook doesn’t say anything. He simply stares at you, mulling over everything you said. He sinks to the bed, the full weight of everything finally settling and his shoulders slump and he leans his elbows on his knees to stare at the floor. You don’t know what to do. Everything that had been festering in your brain has been said, you have nothing else but the feeling of relief you were expecting doesn’t come. It’s just replaced with a feeling of guilt. 

You know deep down that Rook never intended to hurt you and maybe he thought it wouldn’t take years for you to fall in love with him. Maybe he believed after a few months of spending endless hours together, you’d catch his stare and a fluttering feeling would expand in your chest. Maybe you’d brush your hand over his cheek, nestle closer to him and close the gap between your lips. 

Maybe that’s what he’d hoped for but the feeling never came. The touch never happened. You never kissed. You never saw him as any more than a friend because you were so focused on the fluttering when you saw Colson. The heat when he brushed up against you while you stood in his kitchen at 2am making a snack. The buzz when you caught him watching you in your bikini as you dived in his pool with Casie. You’d been so enthralled with Colson, you’d never noticed Rook watching you. Never saw his hugs, his hand holding as anything more than just an affectionate friend. You never questioned it because you wouldn’t have if he was a female friend. You didn’t want to make assumptions based on his gender and besides, he dated for crying out loud. He’d bought girlfriend’s along to plenty of events and catch ups. Hell, you’d even caught him having sex with one of them in Ashleigh’s guest room. It wasn’t fair and suddenly you realised, it wasn’t fair for either of you.

“How come you never told me?” you ask finally, sitting next to him on the bed. It was the question that had been the loudest in your mind.

“When you told me you didn’t really feel a spark with me, I respected it. I had kind of assumed after that first date that most of my feelings were lust more than genuine interest in a relationship,” Rook shrugs like it was obvious. “Then you joined the group and we were spending a lot of time together and the feelings didn’t lessen the more I got to know you, if anything they intensified but then…” his voice trails off and you know exactly what he was going to say.

“You introduced me to Colson,” you finish for him and he nods softly.

“I felt that spark, that electricity between the two of you the moment he shook your hand. The other day I said you’d never looked at me like you look at him, well it goes both ways. I’ve never seen him look at a woman the way he looks at you. He was going to marry a woman that I’d never once seen could make his face light up the way you do. That was the moment I knew I was fucked.”

You can understand why Rook held back. In his mind, there was something between Colson and you just begging to be explored but you were just too closed off to it. You had such a low opinion of yourself that you couldn’t bring yourself to even let your mind wander for a moment. The first time you thought about Kells as more than a friend, you put a wall up and pushed him away. You made rules for yourself, you trained your body to not react to him. 

“How come you still didn’t say anything to me when Megan came along? He was with her for so long which meant no chance for him and I to get together.”

“I really did think about it for a few days but then I saw them together. They were always so…intense,” Rook chuckles and you can’t help but laugh in agreement. 

It was true that Megan made you so tense that you tried to limit your time spent with her as much as possible.

“I knew it wouldn’t last. I was just waiting for who would call it first. Gotta be honest, I was surprised it was her.”

“Why did that surprise you?” you look over at Rook in confusion.

She was always the leader in their relationship. The one who called the shots, made the plans and spoke for the both of them. The way in which she ended things was surprising but the fact that it was her ending it, didn’t surprise you in the least.

“He never stopped looking at you that way.”

Your cheeks heat and your heart flutters. You make a mental note to ask Colson about that. You wonder what held him back from pursuing something earlier but then you remember your walls and figure he probably thought you weren’t interested. How wrong he was.

“I don’t know if I have any right to ask this of you because your feelings are your feelings but…are you ever going to forgive me?” you ask Rook with a serious tone laced through your tone.

“That’s the funny thing about love, I already have,” he smiles at you and the guilt and the weight vanishes from your chest and you can see your Rook again. “And for what it’s worth, I am sorry for not being honest with you but I’ve decided, you could do worse,” and the shit eating grin that overtakes his face is so intoxicating that you have to join in.

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𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒

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

❥𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 𝟷.𝟸𝙺

❥𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𑁍☾𑁍☾𑁍☾𑁍

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[nalibanqueenofclay666]

does anyone know where the ROOKXX/JP CAPPELLETTY DADDY'S BUSY 18+ SMUT is...

searching for it...

#jp cappelletty imagine #rook mgk

[hangovercurse]

When the Party’s Over

It’s Kells’s birthday, and all he wants is to spend it with you and Rook.

Request: “hi! i’m the person who requested poly rook and colson, i’m totally down for either fluff or smut or both! you can pick whatever inspires you, but if you need more structure to get an idea going (ik i write better with a specific end goal in mind), maybe something fluffy? ilysm, thanks lovely! 😘”

Colson X Reader X Rook

A/N: for the sake of story, let’s pretend Rook isn’t in a wheelchair

Word Count: 822

The room was crowded with people who all seemed to know Colson. You could remember about three quarters of their names, but only confidently knew about half of them personally. Which is why you were thankful that Rook and Colson kept you by their sides all night.

It was starting to get late, and you could feel your body starting to shut down from tiredness. You shouted over the music to Rook, “I’m going to the bar.” He nodded, pulling you in for a quick peck before letting you leave, only to be stopped by Colson’s hand on your wrist.

“Where are you going?” He mumbled tiredly, pulling your back into his chest, and wrapping his arms around you.

You giggled, “I’m just going to the bar.” His lips made contact with your cheek, trailing small kisses down to your jaw and neck.

“Have Tally get you a drink or something, want you to stay right here.” His words were slurred and his kisses were sloppy, but you didn’t care; his touch was enough to make you do whatever he told you to.

Rook noticed what was going on and came over, pulling Colson’s lips away from your skin and connecting them to his own. You tried to wriggle out of Colson’s grasp, but he just squeezed you tighter in his arms. “Kells, I want a drink,” you whined, a small smile on your face.

The men pulled away from their kiss, Colson’s lips moving to your ear, “I want you to stay here, and I’m the birthday boy.”

You rolled your eyes as Rook laughed at your struggle, sending him a pout. You glanced up at the taller of the two men, noticing his glazed eyes and soft features. When Colson was in this state you were almost guaranteed to give into any of his requests, “Fine, but Rook has to go get drinks.”

Colson loosened one arm from around you to grasp Rook’s wrist, pulling him closer to you so that you were basically enveloped in the two boys. “Nope,” he stated, “Rook’s not allowed to leave either.”

You chuckled, “you two are impossible, I swear.”

Rook leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, “but you love us anyways.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you giggled.

 A few hours later you were literally asleep on your feet, and so were the boys. Colson had tried to keep the party going as long as possible since it was his birthday, but even he could only take so much. You were the last few people to leave because Colson wanted to say goodbye to everyone before letting you go home. Not that you minded, any time you were with Rook and Kells was a good time in your book, even if it was 6 am and you were exhausted.

Eventually you got them home, stumbling up the stairs towards your bedroom. Rook threw himself onto the bed as soon as he saw it, grumbling when you said, “nope, you gotta change and drink some water.”

Colson, who seemed to be clearing up from his drunken state just a little bit, grabbed fresh clothes for him and Rook as you stepped out of the room and into the kitchen. When you got back, you found the two boys cuddling on the bed, making you smile softly.

You sighed, “guys, c’mon, I need you to drink.” You handed each of them a glass of water and a piece of toast, “you’ll thank me in the morning.”

After making sure the boys were following your instructions you moved to the bathroom to remove your makeup, knowing you’d regret it in the morning if you didn’t. After a few minutes, Colson and Rook shuffled into the bathroom, the former hopping up onto the counter beside you, the other wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You looked up to Colson, who was still sipping on his water. His hair was a disaster and his eyes were bloodshot, but he was still as pretty as ever. “Did you have a good birthday, Col?” you murmured, Rook’s head resting on your shoulder.

The tall man smiled lazily, reaching his hand out to ruffle the other’s hair, “yeah. ‘Specially since you two were there.”

Rook’s lips found their way onto your neck, making you giggle quietly, “good. Happy you had fun.” You wiped the last of your makeup off, nudging Rook lightly with your elbow, “c’mon you two, let’s get to bed.”

Colson jumped off the counter, stumbling slightly. Rook detached from you and moved to wrap his arms around Colson, waddling back into the bedroom together. You watched them with silent laughter, following slowly as they climbed into bed. Rook laid on one side of Kells and you placed yourself on the other, his long arm pulling you into his side.

He mumbled sleepily, “I love you.”

You and Rook uttered in unison, “I love you too.”

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[fans-of-the-fiction]

Lazy Sunday. Rook Cappelletty x Reader

I looked over at Rook, he was just sitting down beside me with his eyes closed. He was at peace. Rook looked perfect with the sunlight coming in from the window. The light was hitting his face at the perfect angle, making his skin glow like he was a god. I on the other hand was just laying down on the other end of the couch, with my legs resting on his lap. We were both definitely enjoying our lazy sunday.

Rook opened his eyes and looked away from the harsh sunlight hitting his face. He averted his gaze from the big window and looked right at y/n. She was sitting on the other end of the couch with her legs propped up in his lap. She was watching him with a smile on her face.

“What are you smiling about?” “You.” “Me?” “Yes.” I chuckled “Why are you smiling about me darlin’?” “You just looked so calm.” “ You need to relax more often, Rook.” “If I get to spend that time with you sweetheart then I will,” Rook said as he moved her legs off his lap and started to bring Y/n closer to him. She laughed “no problem with me” Rook smiled and chuckled under his breath at that. Rook placed y/n in his lap and held her as she snuggled into him “Love you Rookie” “Love ya too sweetheart”.

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I need more JP "Rook" Cappelletty imagines. Please and thank you.

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[daddyavesxx]

Closer.

Pairings : Rook x Reader.

Warnings : Smut, Spanking, Rough Sex .. Etc. Need I really say more.

18+ ONLY.

Likes and Reblogs are much appreciated, kthnx :)

A/N : This is dedicated to the bestie boo ( insert devil emoji here lol )

The house was quiet as I stepped in. I know that Kells was out on a date with my bestfriend, Baze & Slim were out at a party and Rook was home waiting for me as I got out of work.

And I knew I was going to be in trouble as I was sending Rook naughty text messages every time I snuck off to the bathroom. But I couldn't help it. I had a hot man waiting for me at home. Just the thought of being alone with him made my panties soaked the entire time I was home. I was a throbbing soaked mess and I could practically feel Rooks thick cock inside of me.

I would tease him and prop my phone up onto the toiler paper holder to take pics of me holding handfuls of my tits. And each photo would get riskier to the point where I had sent him a video of my hands between my legs underneath my dress, pleasuring myself and whimpering to the thoughts of what were to come when I got to the EST Compound.

                 Daddy Rookie

( You're in fucking trouble. I didn't give you any permission to touch MY pussy. Hurry the fuck to the house so I could teach you a fucking lesson. I hope you didn’t make yourself cum, because if you did, it might be a while until I let you cum later. )

I lightly gasped when I read his text message and felt myself gush wetness into my panties. It was starting to get uncomfortable and I needed to rush and get home.

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 I walked into the house and the familiar sounds of my best friends Sex playlist that she let Rook listen to was playing throughout the house.

The sounds of my heels mixed with the music as I walked into the living room and spotted my delicious Daddy sitting slouched with his legs wide open and his head leaning back against the back of the couch deeply inhaling a drag from his blunt, which I could tell was from his strain of weed that he had just came out with.

The flood came back in my panties as I watched the dangerous yet fucking sexy look he was giving me. His hair was in a fucking man bun and his was in all black.

"Sex Therapy" by Robin Thicke played in the backroom and Rook held the smoke in his mouth as he reached over and dropped the ashes from his blunt.

 He leaned back, letting his head roll a little while blowing the smoke out and watching my every move as I stepped closer to him, dropping my purse to the ground and kicking my heels off.

"Come move that sexy ass on Daddy's lap," Rook said, patting his thigh with one hand. I shook my head no, smirking. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at me. "I'm not fucking asking you. I am FUCKING TELLING you to," he growled.

I moved toward him, moving my hands up my body, listening to Robin Thicke singing.

I turned around, moving my body slowly in circles moving to the beat of the song.

The next song changed to August Alsina's "Porn Star" and I smirked to myself. My best friend was a freak. I definitely know she was fucking Kells to this song just the other day. Her yelling didn't go unnoticed.

My hands went on Rook's knees, dropping my ass to his lap, right where I felt his thick cock resting. I felt Rook lean forward a bit, pushing my skirt up and blowing his smoke onto my ass. I let out a moan and felt him smack my bare ass cheek harshly. My juices were coating the insides of my thighs. I dropped my ass down onto his lap as I sat up with my back to his chest, holding myself up with my hands still on his knees and started circling my ass onto his lap, feeling his dick get harder by the minute.

He leaned over, snubbing the rest of his blunt and leaning back to his position, letting me grind my hips to the song.

He let one hand slide up the inside of my thigh, groaning when we felt the insides coated. The groan in my ear had me grind down harder.

Rook let his tongue run up the side of my neck while he let his other hand rest on my hip as he moved my hips against him and he moved his own hips against mine. My breathing going heavy as I rolled my head to the side letting his thick tongue run up my neck and to my ear , sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

The other hand that was still between my legs finally went to where I needed him the most. His hand cupped my drenched cunt and I moaned out loud, my eyes rolling back as the heel of hand pushed into me.

"Please Daddy, I need you inside of me. I can't take it anymore," I said, half moaning and half whining.

I felt him smirk against the back of my neck and thrust up against me at the same time his fingers pressed to where he knew my drenched hole would be.

"I don't know baby. Paybacks a bitch. Do you deserve Daddy's cock?"

I nodded furiously.

"Get the fuck up," he demanded and I got up on shaky legs. I turned around, watching Rook as he started undoing the belt of his jeans and lifting his hips up as he pushed his jeans and boxers down, letting his hard, thick and long cock free. My mouth watered as it came into my view and it made me drop down to my knees. He didn't need to tell me anything but always seeing his dick made my mouth water.

Rook shook his head which made me pout like a little child.

"Take your clothes off."

Earned It by The Weeknd started to play and I felt like our timing was fucking correct.

I got up, smirking down at Rook as I started to move my body slowly and taking my clothes off slowly. His eyes were dark with lust and his lip was trapped between his teeth. He wrapped his hand around his cock, gripping it slightly and stroking it while watching me as I took my clothes off until I was fully naked.

Rook leaned forward, letting his free hand move to my thigh, bringing my body close to his. So close that I could feel his breath hitting my wet pussy which made me moan out.

He grabbed my thigh, bringing my leg over his shoulder, and let his other hand hold onto my other thigh to keep me balanced as he pushed his face between my legs, letting his tongue run between my drenched lips. I threw my head back, moaning out and bringing my hands to his head. I lightly growled, feeling his hair in a bun and I needed it out to grip that hair.  So I did just that, pulling the elastic out off his hair, to let his beautiful hair down. He looked up at me and narrowed his eyes, letting his hand swat my ass roughly. My body jolted and I moaned out loud and Rook held onto me so that I wouldn't lose my balance.

Rook brought his hands to my ass cheeks, pushing my pussy closer to his face as if he couldn't get close enough. His tongue went back to pushing between my lips, licking from the bottom to the top, sucking my clit into his mouth then sliding his tongue back down, pushing his tongue into my hole, letting it fuck me.

Rook was eating me out as if I was his last meal, and once he landed a smack on my ass I felt myself close to climaxing.

'Cause girl you're perfect,

You're always worth it.

And you deserve it.

The way you work it'

Daddy leaned back and let his head roll back as he watched me with hooded eyes and a slow lick to his lips, tasting me on them.

"Climb on, baby." He said huskily putting his hands behind his head. I nodded, moving over his lap, hovering over his dick as he held it in his hand. I brought my body down, taking him inside of my wet cunt and my eyes rolled back at the feel of his thickness stretching me out. I took every inch of him inside until he bottomed out and my ass sat on his thighs. My hands gripped the back of the couch and started moving slowly, enjoying the feel of him inside of me after a long fucking day. I slowly rode him, to the beat of the song.

Rook had put one hand on my hip, gripping it and moving his hips underneath me to the rhythm I was going in, and his other cupped my chin as he leaned forward and kissed me slowly, his tongue coming out and moving sensually against mine. He broke the kiss, kissing down my neck, running his tongue down until he reached my collarbone, sucking across it, and marking me while he went, making his way to my nipples, sucking them into his mouth. I moaned out, pushing my chest closer to his face, enjoying the sensations of his mouth, tongue and teeth on my nipples.

He brought his hands to my ass, gripping it tightly and getting up, making me wrap my legs around him. He kicked his pants off and away, earning a giggle from me and he grinned happily.

I loved when he controlled me but I also loved when he was care-free and smiling the way that his eyes got small and the corners crinkled.

'So I'ma care for you, you, you.

I'ma care for you, you, you, you yeah'

He walked us over to the pool table, laying me down on it.

I licked my lips, watching him as he looked down at me, grabbing my legs and putting them over his forearms.

"Bang me like your drum, daddy," I cooed which made Rook's cock twitch inside of me. He smirked darkly and pulled out of me and pushed into me roughly, making my back arch and a loud moan come out of my mouth.

"Reach your hands up and grip the edge of the pool table. I'm fucking you hard," he growled out. I decided to be a brat and not listen, running my hands along his arms that were holding my legs up. He growled and dropped my legs, grabbing my wrists and roughly bringing my hands over my head. "I said fucking grab the damn pool table. Stop being a fucking brat."

Closer by Nine Inch Nails started to play and Rook smirked once again.

The minute I gripped the pool table, Rook went into full on animal mode, channeling the song as he gripped my legs and started fucking me wild with ambition.

'You let me violate you.

You let me desecrate you.

You let me penetrate you.

You let me complicate you.'

His thrusts were wild as he fucked me hard and fast. My back arched and I moaned out loud, moaning out his name, feeling him everywhere and deep inside of me. I always loved when he showed me this bad side of him that no one else knew, except for my best friend who I told everything to.

Rook's tattooed hand reached up, wrapping around my neck. He applied the perfect pressure to it, that would give me so much pleasure and not cut off my circulation.  My eyes rolled back and I felt him squeeze a bit while groaning out loud and fucking me fast . He brought his free hand down to between us, pushing his finger against my throbbing clit, rubbing furiously and pinching it to the point where I clenched around him and saw white lights behind my eyelids as I came hard around him.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Rook groaned loud and pulled out of me, letting my cum drip onto the table. "Get the fuck down," he ordered and I listened, slowly getting down from the table, my legs feeling like jelly.

The minute I got down, Rook roughly turned me around pushing my upper body down on the table.

'I want to fuck you like an animal.

I want to feel you from the inside.'

Rook thrusted into me from behind, making my body jolt and push the table forward a bit. He wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled at my hair as he fucked me harder and faster, his balls slapping against my clit, making me automatically want to cum again for him but not before I could make Daddy cum.

"Fuck, I love your pussy baby." He groans. "It's always so wet. You're always so fucking wet and needy for Daddy's dick." he roughly said, fucking me. His fingers gripped my hip, no doubt leaving finger prints on me and I didn't care. I welcomed that shit.

"Faster, Rook. Fuck me faster," I moaned out loud, bringing my hand between the pool table and my body, rubbing my clit then moving a bit down to cup his balls as he fucked me. Rook groaned out loud and brought his hands to my ass, slapping my cheeks hard.

His hands gripped my cheeks hard, opening them so that my puckered hole was visible for Rooks eyes to see.

I turned my head to the side of the pool table, just in time to see Rook spit down, letting his saliva hit my puckered hole and his thumb press into me.

The feeling of feeling his cock inside of my pussy and his finger in my ass, had me close again. "Baby please cum inside of me. I can't take it anymore," I said half moaning and half whining. All of the sensations were hitting me as I felt my orgasm building up.

Rook slid his thumb out, only to push another finger inside of me, pushing it knuckle deep and then added another.

His movements started getting sloppy and I knew he was right there.

"Daddy fill me up with your cum, I want to feel you pour out of me."

And those words alone had Rook roaring out and stilling his body against my ass as he filled me up with everything he offered me, filling my pussy up with his cum. The force of him spilling into me, made me cum right with him. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and leaned his body over mine, panting heavily on my back.

Rook kissed up my spine and pressed his lips against the side of my neck.

"I love you," he said sweetly. I smiled and brought my hand up to the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair. "I love you too baby"

He pulled out of me and I whimpered at the loss but brought my hand between my legs, cupping my pussy, literally wanting to keep his cum inside of me, hoping that it would give me the baby we talked about but the minute we heard the door slamming shut, I scrambled up to grab my dress from the floor, Rook's cum spilling out of me and down my thighs. Rook went to move towards his pants to put them up, when my bestfriend and Kells came into view.

"Make sure you clean that fucking pool table, bro" Kells said laughing pushing my bestfriend towards the stairs. "Nice ass, Rook" she teased and I laughed because that’s how crazy she is. A loud smack to her ass sounded in the room. 

"Now we need her playlist." Kells said winking.

Rook shook his head and laughed. He pulled me to his body, tenderly kissing my lips.

"Now let's go for another round in the shower," he smirked, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, running towards his room.

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[groovyzombiellama]

Better With You

Title: Better With You

Requested? Yes.

Plot: You break up with Colson because Casie doesn't seem to like you, and even though he understands your decision, he misses you and Casie soon realises how much her father cares for you and how happier he is with you, so she uses his Instagram to contact you.

Words: 1643

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Once again you are coming back to your empty apartment, a sigh of loneliness falling from your lips as you remember that you no longer live with Colson and that the two of you are no longer together. Everything was doing fine and you were happy, but it took one major issue to have it all come crashing down. You and Colson met at an award show, you were working as one of the staff that was behind the scenes, making sure everyone and everything was in the right place, and to say you were exhausted would be an understatement. Hours upon hours of running errands, making sure the artists pictures were on their seats and that you showed them the way to their seats if needed, checking in with the lighting and music team who had to be synced up for every performance and so many other things were draining every last drop of your energy. And so you decided to sit down a bit and drink some water, before you passed out in front of someone.

You leaned your head back on the wall behind you and closed your eyes, letting the cool liquid put out the raging fire inside your body, after which you let out a deep sigh, a mix of exasperation and relief. You slowly felt your senses coming back to life, and even though it was only a matter of time before you had to rush to your next task, you had this quiet moment to yourself and you planned to make the most of it. Just as you were sitting there, hidden away from the hustle and bustle of working for such a big award show, Colson walked around the corner and saw you. He was on his way to the bathroom and stopped in his tracks when he noticed you. His icy blue eyes scanned your features and although you looked a tad pale to him, he swore that he had never seen anyone so beautiful. He examined every curve of your face and he smiled slightly when you moved your lips in such a way that he noticed you had dimples on your cheeks. He hadn't even noticed that he was staring until you caught his eye and stood up quickly, realising you were not alone and in the presence of one of your favorite musicians. You wanted to quickly apologise and disappear into the ground, he probably thought you were some lazy staff, but it actually shocked you when he told you that you have nothing to apologise for.

The two of you ended up exchanging numbers that night, and you were on cloud 9, thinking about how kind and sweet he was in person, just like you had imagined him. You had tickets to go to his show the following week and butterflies wouldn’t stop roaming your belly every time you remembered Colson saying he’ll look out for you at the show and that he would love to see you come backstage too, to hang out before or after the show. The two of you grew really close really fast, and it wasn’t long before you started having feelings for Colson that were much more than friends. The feelings started out small, like noticing every detail about him, or getting too focused on his lips as he spoke, to bigger and bigger and soon enough you had no idea how to handle them. But luck was on your side, because he felt the same.

Colson overheard you talking to a friend about how you felt, he walked up to you after you finished the conversation and backhugged you, making you yelp and almost drop your phone. He made you turn around and pressed a kiss on your forehead, then on your nose, before moving over to both your cheeks and finally, his lips landed on yours, creating sparks, or better yet fireworks. It was then that he told you he loved you too and wanted to be with you. There was only one issue, what Casie was gonna think of you. You were pretty serious about Colson and told him to only introduce you to his daughter if he was as serious too. And he did, picking you up under the pretext that you were going for dinner at a restaurant, before ending up in front of his house.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Casie is gonna love you.“

He said noticing your wide eyes, panic flashing across them when you realised what he was doing. As he got out of the car and walked over to your side to help you out, seeing that you were not coming out on your own, and as you stood with your back against the car, unable to stand still as your foot tapped on the ground, Colson stood in front of you, rubbing soothingly up and down your arms to try and calm you down.

And honestly it was working, with every passing minute in his presence you were calmer, knowing you were not alone was doing wonders. You really wanted Casie to like you and see how happy you were with her dad. After calming you down a bit, with his forehead pressed against yours, telling you that you’ll be fine, Colson leads you over to the front door and inside the house. And there it was, the bombshell that took you away from the man you loved. Okay that was a bit dramatic to say, because you chose to break up with Colson, but you were still sad about it. Casie didn’t love you like Colson said she will, not at all. In fact, every time you saw her felt like she was always a bit more unhappy by the fact that you were there. And it was eating you up inside. You tried everything to get her to like you, but it was all in vain. She was never rude to you or anything like that, she’s an absolute sweetheart, but you could still feel like she wasn’t warming up to you anytime soon.

So you decided to break up with Colson, so maybe when he moves on, he will find someone Casie will like. You wanted him to move on, but you were having really big issues with it yourself. You had grown to love Colson so much that it pained you not to be around him. You never blamed Casie for anything, she was never obligated to like you, and you would have felt worse if she pretended to like you instead. And you thought you were the only one struggling to move on, without knowing it was difficult for Colson too. Everywhere he looked, he saw you, in every room, and even when he looked at other women, he saw your face. Just like you, he understood Casie, and would never force her into liking someone if she doesn’t, but it still hurt him not having you around. And with Casie, the old saying “you only miss someone when they are gone“ was to be true. She could see the difference between the way her father was when he was with you and when the two of you ended your relationship. And she could tell he was happier with you, and that he loved you.

But she also thought about all the times you tried to befriend her, your warm smile and kind gestures that she disregarded back then, but now realises she shouldn’t have. Maybe she could see how attached Colson was getting to you already and was frustrated at that, because she didn’t want you to hurt her father. She wanted to make sure you were the right one for him, but now she saw that she may have taken it too far. So she took Colson’s phone while he was in the shower one day and called you on video chat. At first, you didn’t answer, thinking that seeing Colson would have you crying immediately, but after the third call, you picked up, absolutely shocked to see Casie on the other end. She apologised to you and told you the reason why she was so distant with you, but that she sees now that she was wrong and that you are the one for her dad.

“You have no reason to apologise Casie, I understand you. Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to have to pretend.“

You said and Casie smiled brightly at you, a genuine smile, as she realised that she in fact did like you from the start, but it took her a bit to warm up to you fully. She nodded, and told you she was not pretending, that even if you two had a rough start, you would get back on good grounds now. It made you so happy and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Casie told her about her plan to take Colson out to dinner and have you arrive, and the three of you would have dinner together, as a family, and it will determine how the future would look like. And sure enough, the future was bright, as bright as Colson’s smile when he saw you approach their table, looking over at Casie who couldn’t help but mirror her father’s smile, content seeing him so happy again. The dinner felt so natural, to all three of you, and by the end, you were all sure that despite the rocky start, it was all gonna go better from here. Casie ended up adoring you, and you adore her, just as if she were your own daughter, and you were thankful she gave you a second chance. She even ended up helping Colson pick out the ring to propose to you with. Your future looked so bright with your little family, and you couldn’t be happier.

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[marbledaesthetics]

Duty Calls

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pairing: jp cappelletty x reader (she/her)

warnings: none, just pure fluff

description: rook and your daughter make pancakes

word count: 1,168

a/n: once again, for simplicity, rook isn’t in a wheelchair in this

photo credits: @Ashleighlaceup on pinterest

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Rook is a heavy sleeper. Everyone has seen him sleep through crazy parties, and it takes a certain amount of resilience to sleep on a bus for months at a time. But, once he became a dad, he prided himself on waking easily for his kids.

He doesn’t wake for just anything, but he seems to have a sixth dad sense for when his kids need him. So when he woke up before dawn with you still in his arms, he knew something was off.

Sure enough, not a second after he looked around the room, in pads your daughter, holding her blankie and looking tired.

“What are you doing up so late, sweetheart?” he asks, carefully pulling away from you to sit himself up a bit.

She shrugged sleepily from her place near the foot of the bed, nuzzling her face further into her blanket with a yawn. “I just woke up, daddy.”

“Well, you’ve gotta sleep, sweetie. It’s still nighttime.” He’d gotten used to early mornings with the kiddos, but before 5 am, he had to draw the line.

“But I’m not tired, daddy.” It was a clear lie: she is exhausted, but Rook plays along.

“C’mere, y/d/n.” He reaches down an arm, easily lifting her to join you. “You can just cuddle with mommy and daddy until morning, then.”

“M’kay, daddy,” she says, sleep slurring the words. She settles between the two of you, leaning into Rook. “G’night.”

He presses a quick kiss to the top of her head, laying back down with her. “Good night, sweetheart. I love you.”

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Rook starts to stir when he feels movement beside him, but is soon fully awake as y/d/n flops her full weight on top of him, giggling. He shifts so he can hold her, pulling her energetic form back to his chest.

“Up, daddy! It’s morning.” She insists, squirming in his grip as he presses small kisses to her head.

“Shh, baby. Mommy’s still sleeping; we’ve gotta be quiet.”

She nods seriously, being as quiet as an excited toddler can be. “Can we get up, now?” she whispers loudly, leaning close.

Rook chuckles, sitting up and nodding. “We can get up.”

As soon as he puts her on the ground, she takes off. He follows her closely, making sure she doesn’t fall as they head to the living room. “Did you want to make breakfast, sweetheart?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she squeals, quickly going to the kitchen.

He shakes his head, amused by his daughter's excitement. She grunts a bit as she tries to climb up onto a kitchen stool, pouting at him to help her. He lifts her onto the chair with ease, reminding her to sit so she doesn’t fall. “What do you want to make?”

“Pancakes!”

“Okay, baby. Pancakes it is.”

He places a mixing bowl in front of her, along with a spoon for her to play with while he finds the ingredients. He measures them out for her, letting her dump them in and mix.

“Can I crack the eggs, daddy?” She smiles sweetly at him, and he laughs, grabbing another small bowl.

“Sure, sweetheart, but I have to help you, okay?”

“Yay!” She bounces excitedly, accidentally sending some batter flying off of the whisk she was holding. “Oopsies.”

Rook chuckles, wiping the batter off the counter before coming around to help her with the eggs.

“You’ve gotta be gentle, remember?” he asks, before carefully handing her an egg.

She nods happily, allowing him to wrap his hand around hers. She softly taps the egg on the counter, nowhere near soft enough to crack it.

Rook takes over, cracking the egg and helping her open it into the bowl. “Good job, y/d/n.”

She looks pleased with herself, adding the egg into the rest of the batter with as much care as a 3-year-old could muster, and goes back to mixing happily.

Rook lets her mix while he dumps some dirty dishes into the sink and gets the stove warmed up. Then, he helps her, incorporating all the ingredients at the bottom that she had missed.

“What do you want in your pancakes, princess?”

“Chocolate chips!” she exclaims, bouncing and waving her arms. “And strawberry!”

“What do you say?” Rook asks, already pulling out the ingredients.

“Please.”

“Thank you.”

She watches him from her stool while he makes the pancakes, babbling to him about a game she had played with her stuffed animals the day before.

He’s just taking the last of the pancakes off of the stove when he hears you coming down the stairs. You enter the kitchen sleepily, looking adorable in his shirt and a pair of shorts.

“Good morning, baby,” you say, pressing a kiss to y/d/n’s head. “Babe.” You give him a quick peck on the cheek as you pass by to grab plates.

“Morning. How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good, you?” You put the plates in front of him, taking a cooler pancake and beginning to cut it up for y/d/n.

“Mostly good, other than when this little monster came in,” he teases, making funny faces at y/d/n while he plates some for the two of you.

“When was that? I don’t remember waking up.”

“Around three-ish? She was quiet for you.”

You continue to make small talk, giving a very excited little girl her pancakes. You both move to sit, enjoying the quiet of an early morning.

“Any plans for the day?” you ask, moving around the counter to start loading the dishwasher.

“I was probably going to go over to Colson’s place. Casie’s in town and Ashleigh was gonna bring Ashton.” He reaches across the counter to grab the rag from the sink, wiping down y/d/n’s sticky hands and face before helping her down from her chair. “Do you have something else in mind?”

“No, that sounds good.”

“Can I come, too?” She’s bouncing up and down with excitement. “I wanna see Ash!”

“Nope, we’re gonna leave you home all alone,” he jokes, tickling her little tummy.

“Daadddyyyy,” she whines, trying to pout through her giggles.

“Yes, you can come along, but we’ve gotta get ready first.”

“Do you want daddy to help you get dressed while mommy finishes the dishes?” you suggest, knowing you could easily finish cleaning up the kitchen in the time that will take.

“Yes!” she shouts, taking off for the stairs.

Rook gives you a hug from behind, kissing along the top of your shoulder, before turning you around to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. You relish in the contact for a moment before pulling back. “Go get her dressed, babe. I’ll finish up.”

“You cooked; I’ll clean. I’ll be up in a minute.”

“Fine, but I want another kiss first.” He pulls you back into him, pressing another one to your lips and letting it deepen.

“Daddy! Are you coming?” you hear y/d/n yell from her room.

“I’m coming, sweetheart.” He presses a quick peck to your nose, then lips, before moving toward the stairs. “Duty calls."

~~~

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Guess who's back..

Got sucked into a new fandom while I was gone so be prepared for that lmao

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[i-think-i-did-it-again]

The Tour XIV

A/N: It's a Rook chapter just to add some spice to the story! Sorry it took so long to post #mumlife Warning: swearing, fighting

The morning light hits you across the face, stirring you from your deep slumber. You try to roll over but a heavy weight across your stomach holds you down. You lift the blanket to see a tattooed arm draped across your body. You look over to see Colson, still fast asleep, cradling you against his body protectively. You could stay in this moment forever…but your screaming bladder has other other ideas. 

You gently coax his arm off your body and slip out from under the sheets. You almost trip over the pile of clothes on the floor and practically stumble into the bathroom. You check behind you to make sure Colson didn’t see your clumsiness, glad that his face is still softened by slumber. You pee and then take the opportunity to brush your teeth and splash water on your face and neck. You grab your towel to dry your face and your eyes widen as you take in the huge bruise on your neck, just below your jawline. You touch it and pain scorches across your skin. 

“Damn vampire bastard,” you mutter to yourself, pulling your hair to try and mask the hickey. 

You tiptoe out of the bathroom and slip back into the bed, resting back against the pillow. You’re not sure what time it is exactly but judging by the pink and orange colours in the sky, it must be just after sunrise. You figure you could get at least one more hour of sleep before you have to get up and pack again. One thing you absolutely hate about tour life is unpacking and repacking every couple of days. 

“Missed you,” Colson’s husky voice is right at your ear as he nuzzles into your neck. His nose brushes the exact spot he bruised the night before and your stomach tightens. 

“I was gone for 2 minutes,” you roll your eyes but curl into his body in spite of yourself. 

“Too long,” he presses his lips to your jawline, dragging his lips across your skin. Your breath spikes but you keep your eyes closed and your body still. “So easy to tease baby,” he grins and you grunt pushing him away as he breaks out in fits of laughter. 

**********

Your bedtime snuggles were short lived as you really did need to pack and shower before another long bus ride. You’d lost track of where you were heading to next and just piled onto the bus with everyone, crashing onto your bunk to try and get some sleep. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea as the bus moved in complete silence. The sound of someone moving your curtain has you groaning in annoyance. You roll over to scold your intruder but you stop when you see the very serious look on Rook’s face. 

“Can I talk to you?” he asks gruffly and you nod without argument. 

You follow him to the front lounge, sitting across from him at the small dining table. Rook doesn’t say anything for a little while, seeming to be gathering his thoughts behind his green eyes. The tension is starting to weigh on you but you wait as patiently as possible. 

“I don’t really know how to say this, so I’m just going to come out and say it because we’ve always been no bullshit with each other, right?” he speaks quickly but with crystal clarity. 

“Yeah of course, you can tell me anything,” you encourage him softly. 

You reach across the table to grab his hand but he pulls away defensively, leaving your hand half outstretched, half dangling in mid-air. You pull your hand back awkwardly, folding your arms across your chest. You stiffen your shoulders, suddenly realising that this conversation is not going the way you thought it would.

“I don’t like the idea of you and Kells and I think you should stop it before things get…messy,” he stares at you as if he’s seeing straight into your soul and you have avert your eyes from the burning intensity.

“I don’t really think it has anything to do with you, to be perfectly honest,” you reply, biting your lip to keep yourself from saying something insulting that you’d later regret.

“Like fucking hell it doesn’t,” he booms, wrenching to his feet. You flinch away from his sudden aggression, not really understanding where his attitude is coming from.

“What the hell is your problem?” 

Tears prick your eyes but you refuse to let him see you cry. You jump to your feet and cross the small space to stand in front of him. He’s only a few inches taller than you but somehow he still intimidates you in some way.”

“You are my problem. You’ve been my problem from the moment I met you and I’m not going to let him ruin you. Can’t you fucking see? He only wants you because you’re ‘available’. He doesn’t care about you, you’re just an easy fuck.”

Smack!

Your hand flies out before you can stop yourself, connecting with Rook’s cheek with so much force he actually stumbles a little. When he looks at you, you can see the hurt in his eyes and it makes your chest hurt. You try to step towards him to comfort him but he pulls away so fast.

“Do not come fucking crying to me when he dumps your ass at the end of all of this,” he spits at you, turning for the door of the bus. 

You instinctively block his path with your body, not wanting to end this conversation in a bad way. This is not like you and Rook. You almost never fight with each other. Sure you’ve had disagreements in the past but they’re usually over petty things like the best Christmas movie or what to eat for dinner. In all the years you’ve known him, you’ve never had a confrontation, never insulted each other, never yelled at each other.

“Stop!” you put your hands on his chest to hold him back. 

The look of venom is back in his stare but this time you stare back. The two of you stand there for a moment, just looking at each other. When your bottom lip quivers Rook’s eyes soften slightly but only slightly. He’s breathing heavily and he looks like he could explode again at any moment so you know you have to get your words out quickly.

“I don’t know what this thing is between Colson and I but to be perfectly honest, I’m not really interested in fucking labelling it, not right now. I’m having fun for the first time in my life and that feels fucking amazing.”

“More fun than with me you mean?” Rook asks softly and the question sends your mind into a complete spin.

Is that what he’s really upset about?

“You…you’re hurt that we didn’t work out the way we’d thought?” you ask to clarify what exactly he’s asking of you.

Your hands are still his chest and he reaches out to stroke your cheek. The touch makes you freeze and your breath hitch in your throat. You have no idea how this conversation went from him telling you what to do, to insulting you, to asking you if you had fun with him on one date.

“Did you really think we weren’t right for each other or was it something else on our first date?” 

His finger dips to your lips and the touch is like electric shock. You pull back from him and put some distance between your bodies, not liking the edge to his words. He grins at you but it doesn’t reach his eyes and an eerie feeling settles in the pit of your stomach.

“Rook, you know for a fact that we’re so much better off as friends so I’m not really sure where you’re going with this but wherever it is, stop,” you scold him, your throat tight.

For the first time since he came to your bunk, you see the old Rook slowly start to reappear. His shoulders lose their tension and the intensity in his eyes begins to dissipate. You feel like you breathe a little easier as you see him begin to relax.

“You made that choice for the both of us, don’t fucking forget that,” he tells you between gritted teeth and you recoil again. “You said it and I went along with it. I…I’ve never felt that way about any woman after one date but with you, it was like a virus. I couldn’t get you out.”

The fact that it’s taken all these years and you sleeping with his best friend to tell you how he really felt leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that you can’t get rid of. You run through your memories of that night and nothing he did or said really stood out to you as a sign of how he really felt. At the end of the night when he walked you to your Uber, he made no attempt to touch you, to kiss you. When you looked at him and told him you’ve never been able to talk to anyone the way you talked to him, he made it seem like he felt the same. 

You thought he was attractive, of course you’re not fucking blind, but there was no…spark. When you told him you didn’t have many friends in the city, he jumped at the opening and offered to be your first real friend…and that was where it ended. A few weeks later he was inviting you to a party at Colson’s and the rest is history, or so you thought.

“Why are you telling me this now?” you ask softly, folding your arms again to protect yourself from whatever he’s going to say next.

“Because you never looked at me the way you look at him,” he tells you so nonchalantly you’d almost belief it didn’t really bother him but you can tell by the look in his eyes that it hurts a whole fucking lot.

*********

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[storiesforallfandoms]

little red marks ~ rook

word count: 1546

request?: yes!

“Heyyy could you write a rook 18+?? Where the tension between him and the reader has been building up around the guys and they finally get to be alone and they do it and then the next day the guys are teasing him about the scratches on his back?? I loveee your writing btw and thank you for writing for all of us”

description: after a long night of releasing some built up tension, his friends notice the marks on his back and decide to make comments about it

pairing: rook x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentioned smut (nothing too graphic in this one)

masterlist (one, two)

The tension between you and Rook had been building up for some time. Being stuck in a tour bus for days with four other guys definitely did not make it easy to have sex. At first you thought it would be easy, that soon enough you’d be getting to the next stop and to the private hotel room where you would both have so much alone time together. Little did you know, the trip from one state to the next would have numerous delays due to traffic and bad weather.

There was always the little attempts; the moments at night when they were the only two awake, the sneaking of a hand under the tour bus dining table, the awkward attempts at getting in one another’s bunks. But nothing ever truly satisfied the itch, and you were both going mad with desire.

The day the tour bus dropped you all off to the hotel you would be staying at you nearly sobbed with joy.

You followed the guys to the front desk to get the keys for your rooms. You were nearly bouncing with joy as you watched the person at the front desk pass Rook his key, and you could tell by the look on his face that he was just as excited.

“We don’t have soundcheck until tomorrow morning,” Colson was saying as you all walked to the elevator. It was small and you were all crammed close together, which meant you were so close to Rook you could feel his warmth. You were dying to get behind that hotel room door and take all of his clothes off. “So everyone enjoy your night in an actual bed and getting to use an actual shower and not having to hear AJ’s aggressive snoring.”

Everyone chuckled. The elevator doors opened and everyone filed out. Rook took your hand and basically dragged you towards the hotel room. You giggled as you watched him fumble with his keycard before finally opening the door. You both rushed in and the minute the door was closed, Rook was shoving you against it and pressing his lips on yours.

You were both too needy for foreplay and before you knew it, your clothes were on a pile on the floor and Rook was on top of you.

You spent your entire time up until Rook had to leave for soundcheck in bed together. You’d take some time to rest before going into another intense round of sex.

At some point you both decided to get a shower. You took your time under the hot water, lathering your hair with the hotel shampoo then letting the bubbles and the hot water cascade over your body while Rook watched. When it was hit turn to step under the water, you gasped.

“What?” he asked.

“Your back!” you said between giggles.

“What about it?”

“I, uh, I left some...marks.”

Rook pulled back the shower curtain so he could peak out into the mirror. There were a number of bright red scratch marks lining his back in perfect curved lines. He turned to face you and you both started laughing.

“Do they hurt?” you asked as you poked one of them.

“Not really,” he said. “I mean, I felt it when you were clawing back there, but it didn’t feel like it would leave actual marks. Do you think they’ll last long?”

You shrugged. “I’ve never left those kinds of marks on anyone before.”

He smirked at you. “I guess I made you feel really good then, huh?”

You playfully pushed his head back so the water was running down directly on his face.

The next morning, you were reluctant to let Rook get up.

“I gotta go to work,” he said as he tried to pull away from you again.

“I know but that sounds so lame. Can’t you just stay in bed with me till the show?”

“Trust me, I really wish I could.”

You pouted as he pulled himself from your grasp. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your pouty lips. “I’ll be back in a few hours, I promise.”

You sighed and let him go. It’s not like it was a big deal to you. Until he got back, you had the big hotel bed to yourself, as well as the big hotel bathtub. You were excited to get in that thing and use the jets. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to let Rook leave.

He quickly got dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a muscle shirt. He rushed out of the room just in time to meet up with the rest of the guys as they made their way towards the elevator.

“About time you showed up,” Slim teased. “We were gonna leave without you.”

“You assholes didn’t even knock on my door,” Rook said, giving his friend a shove as the elevator doors opened.

“We were afraid of what we’d hear if we came near the door,” Colson said.

“Hey, if y’all stick around to hear anything, that’s on you.”

The doors closed and they continued their friendly bickering until they got to the lobby. It was easy to tell that the time to themselves, even just for a night, had definitely helped them. They were all energetic and ready for the soundcheck, and for the show that night.

They arrived and started to set up the stage. Rook was stood with his back to the guys, setting up his drum kit, when he heard one of them yell out, “Holy fuck, look at Rook’s back!”

He quickly turned around before the rest of the attention could be drawn to him, but it was too late. All eyes were on him, with Colson being the original perpetrator.

“Bro, what happened?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Rook said quickly, which was a bad idea since the guys definitely knew it wasn’t nothing.

“You have, like, bright ass red lines on your back,” Colson continued. “Are you good?”

“I’m fine,” Rook said with a shrug. “It’s nothing.”

“Bright red lines?” Baze asked with a knowing smirk. “Lemme see them.”

“Man, fuck off,” Rook said, batting Baze away as he reached for his shirt. “It’s nothing. Leave me alone you weirdos.”

“Not until we see what’s going on with your back,” Baze challenged.

Rook rolled his eyes and turned around, pulling his shirt up for the added effect of letting them see his entire back. The guys exclaimed as they saw the scratches, which caused Rook to chuckle a little.

“There, you guys happy?” he asked as he lowered his shirt again.

“Damn, man, tell (Y/N) she gotta cut her finger nails or something,” Slim said.

“You must’ve been giving it to her good for those lines to still be there,” AJ added.

“Yo, fuck off. I’m not telling you idiots about my sex life,” Rook said, although he had a slight smile on his face. “Go get your shit together for the soundcheck. I don’t wanna be here all day cause you guys don’t know how to please your women.”

The guys all shouted their own protests, but went to continue setting up anyways.

Rook was glad when the soundcheck ended. As much as he loved his job, all he wanted was to get back to you. He couldn’t wait to slip back into bed with you for a few hours before the two of you went to the show that night.

When he got back to the hotel room, he found you relaxing in the bath tub. You were up to your neck in warm water and bubbles you had found in the cupboard under the sink. When you heard the hotel room door open, you looked up at Rook and smiled.

“Hey babe. How was the soundcheck?” you asked.

“It went really well,” he responded. “We’re gonna kill the show tonight.”

“As you do every night.”

He made quick work of shedding himself of his clothes. You giggled as he got into the bath tub across from you, tangling your legs together as you sat on opposite ends.

“How’s your back?” you asked him.

Rook groaned and rolled his eyes. “It was the center of attention today.”

You furrowed your eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that shirt I wore didn’t cover as much as I thought it did and the guys saw the marks.”

You threw your head back and let out a laugh. “Really? Damn, I wish I could’ve seen their reations. What did they say?”

“They tried to make jokes about it, but I shut them down real quick. Reminded them that these marks are just a side effect of making you feel good.”

You smiled as you felt his hand trailing up your leg under the water. “How long do we have until the show tonight?”

“Long enough for you to put more marks on me,” he responded.

You wasted no time in crossing the tub, causing water to spill out over the sides onto the floor, and straddling his lap. You attached your lips to his, kissing him deeply and passionately as you lowered yourself onto him, knowing that by the time he was finished with you, he wouldn’t be the only one with marks on him.

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[rouletterook]

Jealousy

Summary - Rook and the reader are going through a rough patch causing the reader to turn to Slim and Colson for help.

“Why are you being short with me?” you interrogated. Rook continued what he was doing which was rearranging the mess on the dresser in an attempt to look busy and unbothered. You could tell it was just an act. He never bothered with the dresser decorations unless he lost something which he would be announcing just in case you knew where it had gone. 

“I’m not.”

“You are. If you weren't, you’d be actually talking to me instead of awkwardly moving around the bedroom.” You were sitting on the foot of the bed helplessly watching him roam around the room pretending to search for something. 

“I’m talking to you right now. Am I not?” he sassed.

“Alright, you know what? When you find whatever you are looking for or lose the attitude, come and find me,” you huffed. You got up from the bed and began padding down the hall leaving him to his own devices. 

He had been like this for the past few days and it was beginning to bother you more and more each day. It started when he came home from hanging out at the studio. Everyone else seemed to be fine, no signs of any distress, just exhaustion, but that was nothing new to this group. You noticed it when he gave you a peck on the cheek and went straight to bed after walking in the door, something about it wasn't your boyfriend. Thinking it was because he couldn't figure something out at the studio or he was just extremely tired was to blame, you brushed it off. Over the next two days, conversations got shorter, interactions a bit more limited, almost to the point where you two were tolerating each other as roommates rather than a couple. 

“What's up?” You were greeted by Colson and Slim in the kitchen. 

“What happened at the studio the other day?” You skipped no beat. If anyone were to know why your boyfriend was acting up, it was them.

“I made some music,” Colson said, not catching your drift in the slightest. His eyes glanced between you and Slim in hopes he caught it. 

“Give us some meat to work with,” Slim said slightly laughing. Your demeanor screamed agitation while Colson’s screamed lost puppy. 

You gave way into what was buzzing about in your brain. The only reaction they had was to sigh. By that alone, they knew something or at least had experienced what you were talking about.

“He has no choice but to be short,” Colsons said, earning him glares of confusion. “He’s not tall.”

“Rook was like that the entire studio session,” Slim said, shaking his head, ignoring the ridiculous comment by the blonde.. 

“Baze said it may be because of the other day when we hung out. That when he noticed it,” Colson said, scooping a heaping spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

“You don't think…”

“Aw, he’s jealous,” Slim whispered and laughed like a teenage girl gossiping to her friends.

“Why? For what?” you pondered. “We were literally playing board games and hanging out.”

“He’s mad we were having fun,” Colson laughed. 

The guys were going out to grab a few things from the store but you decided that dealing with all of them was not in the cards so you stayed back. Colson decided to stay back with you since he was starting to get a headache, knowing that a group shopping trip was not going to help him much. While they were gone, you gave Colson some aspirin to calm his headache and began to play easy going card games with him. You both were having a lot of fun hanging out on the living room floor, posting videos to Instagram and attacking each other on Twitter. 

“Doesn't add up,” you said, recalling all the events over the past few days.

“It’s really dumb if you think about it,” Slim agreed. “You guys are so similar it's ridiculous. If I didn't know you guys like that, I’d think you were siblings before anything else.”

“She’s like an Ash to me but more annoying,” Colson chimed in. You didn't say anything, you were too busy debating if he was actually jealous. “Y/N… accept the compliment,” he whispered, chasing his last piece of cereal in the milk.

“I’m glad you think I'm annoying,” you chirped.

“This is why I don't compliment you because you do things like this,” he laughed causing you to roll your eyes.

“I'm going to bother him and see what's up,” you announced. You'd rather hit the worst possibility first than the last so the situation doesn't escalate but rather cool down. At least, that’s what you hoped.

You pushed the bedroom door open to see him lounging on his side of the bed on his phone. The room was bright since he didn't bother to close the curtains. The room felt warm for a change. He looked over at the door, saw it was you, and went back to his phone. You could tell he wanted to greet you how he normally would but something was holding him back from doing such a thing. You slid yourself next to him and rolled to watch him scroll through his socials. He was bound to break with you watching his every move.

“What's up?” he asked, throwing his phone at his nightstand. It landed with a loud clunk and shook the water bottles that were piling up. 

“Why don't you tell me?” you whispered rubbing his forearm. Your fingers instinctively traced the tattoos and random little markings he had. He didn't say anything but he also didn't shy away from you like he would have done yesterday or the day before.

“I love you,” he mumbled sheepishly. You let out a small giggle and squeezed his arm.

“I love you too baby but that’s not going to make me forget about you being a butt. What's going on?” you poked his side. He finally let out a little laugh and smile, something you missed brightening your day. 

“I don't know,” he admitted with a loud sigh. His hands went to his hair, pushing it back and out of his face for it to only fall back in its rightful place.

“Are you jealous?” you asked, trying to conceal a smile. By that little reaction after days of nothing, your suspicion was confirmed. 

“What? What are you talking about?” His words were slow and slightly out of his normal tone like he was trying to play it off as if you were being absurd. 

“You are! Aw, you're jealous,” you cooed at him. His cheeks turned from his regular color to light pink. He began staring out the window to hide his face but you already knew his features were giving everything away. Your hand reached out to pull him to look at you but he tried to move his head from your reach and swatted away your fingers. 

“Leave me alone,” he laughed as you got up from your spot to wrestle him to a position where he had no choice but to face you. You settled on straddling him since no matter which way he turned you got to see his face. 

“Why?”

“Why what?” he shot back as if he had absolutely no clue what you wanted to hear or what the conversation topic even was.

“You know, don't play stupid.” You saw his features soften and a shy smile appear on his face. He knew he couldn't get out of this or postpone the conversation. You were onto him.

“I don't know,” he admitted. His fingers locked with yours while his other hand rested on your leg rubbing small patterns on your skin. 

“It’s literally Kells, a literal piece of celery,” you joked.

“I don't know there was something about it,” he shook his head. He was realizing how silly he was acting as it was all being said aloud.

“Do we need to start having game nights like when we first got together?” you asked with a small smile. He gave a small nod and smile. That’s exactly what it was. When you and him were still early in your relationship, you would spend a few days a week playing board games and various card games just to spend time with each other. The habit died out as time went on and schedules got busier.

“I love you,” he said with more confidence in his voice than before.

“I love you too,” you reciprocated and gave him a small pick on the lips. “You're so cute.”

“I'm cute?” he scoffed. He retracted his hands and crossed his arms in protest.

“Oh my bad. You're so hot.” You even threw in a playful unrealistic moan to really seal the deal. 

“Don't do that,” he said through laughs, “They are gonna think we are doing something up here.”

“Hey, promise me you're not gonna be jealous over stuff like this and if there’s a problem you are going to talk to me, like a big boy,” you requested, shoving your pinky at him.

“I promise,” he replied and over squeezed our pinky finger.

“Ow,” you squealed, jerking your hand from him. You rolled off of him and settled next to him just shaking your head at him. He stood up from the bed and went to plug his phone in not even acknowledging you. “Meanie.”

“I'm gonna tell Kells you called him celery.” 

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[anisrightarm]

Being twins with Rook

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•Since a young age you’ve both had a passion for different instruments

•For Rook the drums, you (Your favourite instrument!) you were also big into fashion

•When you guys were young you didn’t really like each other with Rook being the “Good kid” and you being the “bad” there was a wedge in your personality’s

•But yall are there for each other

•When he got the call you were in the same class listing to the teacher drone on and talking with your eyes, you know twins

•He got excited and pulled you out with him and put the phone on speaker

•He obviously brought you with since Colson mentioned your playing as well

•You were both nervous but when you got there they welcomed you with open arms

•Thus the trouble twins were born

•Whenever you both preform together it’s chaos but the fans love it

•at one point you and Rook switched instruments halfway through the concert

•Protective Rook!

•this boy will NOT let anyone near you claiming “You’re too good for them” it annoys you to no end but you know he’s only doing it for your safety

• Then You went out of town for fashion week and met the one and only Cara Delevingne and you were both hooked immediately

•You wanted to keep it a secret till you knew it was going and staying steady until you told Rook but the paparazzi had other plans

•Y/n Cappelletty spotted with a mystery woman!

• You and Cara just wanted to go out for a nighttime walk through Paris

•When JP saw this article he was confused about why you didn’t tell him you were with somebody so he called you

•And you told him

•He knew he had to push his protective brother insists away and be happy for you



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[hangovercurse]

A Surprise in San Antonio

You bring your daughter to see Rook on tour

Request: ‘Can I get a Rook imagine where you have a daughter (6 months) and you visit him on tour?”

Rook X Reader

A/N: Look at this pic of him holding Ashton, I’m soft

Word Count: 1125

You knew Rook hated being on the road so soon after having Jacey, but he needed to go. And as much as you wanted him to stay, you knew he needed it too. Being on tour didn’t stop him from facetiming you at every possible moment, demanding to see your daughter through the phone.

You could tell he was growing tired as the tour dragged on, missing your daughter and you. One night you stayed on the phone with him after putting Jacey to bed. His cheerful expression turned to a frown as soon as he knew you were both alone. “I love touring, babe, but I really just want to go home. I need to be there with you right now.”

A sigh left your lips that had formed a soft smile. “Rookie, we’re okay here. You need to be on tour, have fun. We’ll still be here when you get back.”

The sadness in his eyes made your heart break, “I just feel like I’m missing so much with Jacey. I don’t want to be the dad who misses everything because he’s too busy and I don’t want her to grow up and think I don’t care. I don’t want you to think I don’t care.”

In that moment you wanted nothing more than to kiss his lips and hold him. “J, I know more than anyone how much you care about her. You’re still an amazing dad, even while you’re on tour.” He smiled tiredly at you, still not fully convinced but satisfied for now. “And Jacey is 6 months old, she’s not gonna remember you being gone for a couple months.”

“I miss you,” he mumbled, a pout on his lips. “I hate that you’re alone right now.”

“I miss you too, but I’m fine. I can take care of me and Jacey for a couple months.” Your mind fluttered back to the conversation you’d had with Rook when he found out he’d be touring again. In the end, you had convinced him to go, explaining that he could use a break. He’d argued that you shouldn’t have to bear the weight of taking care of your daughter alone, but you reassured him everything would be okay, just as you were doing now.

But in reality, you wanted nothing more than to have him home. He was your comfort person; he always took care of you. And now he was hundreds of miles away.

And at that thought, an idea sprung into your head.

Message to: Kells, Ashleigh

How would you feel about me and Jacey flying out to see Rook?

 And that’s how you ended up in an airport in San Antonio at 7 am, a very tired and cranky baby girl in your arms. You tried to cheer her up with the mention of seeing daddy, but she was having none of it. Thankfully, Colson Baker, the baby whisperer himself, pulled up to the curb. He ran around to you, taking Jacey from your arms.

“Hi baby Jacey, remember me?” She smiled at him, her hands reaching to poke at his face. “It’s uncle Colson!” He cheered, making the girl laugh.

You heaved your diaper and travel bags in the trunk before joining the two. “Hey Colson,” you gave the man a hug, careful not to crush Jacey, “thank you for helping out with all this.”

He handed your daughter back to you, letting you hook her into her car seat. “Yeah, no problem. Trust me, Rook needs this and, by the looks of it, so do you.” You rolled your eyes as you backed out of the car, punching his shoulder on your way to the passenger seat. “And I get to see my favorite niece,” he tickled the girl’s stomach, making her giggle.

When you got to the hotel, Colson grabbed you an extra key card from the front desk. “He’s probably still asleep, so just let yourself in.”

Colson was right, as when you walked into the room you found your lover spread out under the covers, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. You snuck over quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed, and using the hand that wasn’t holding Jacey to brush his hair out of his face. The action was enough to wake him up, his expression moving from confused to surprised in seconds. “What are you doing here?”

He sat up, pulling you in for a long, sweet kiss before grabbing his daughter from your hands, “hi baby.”

The girl snuggled right into him, cooing at him. “Jacey missed you, so we came to visit,” you told him, running a hand up and down his leg softly. You hadn’t had any sort of physical contact with him in so long, so even being in his vicinity had your heart exploding.

Rook’s lips were pressed to the top of Jacey’s head, mumbling sweet sentiments of how much he loved her. “Jacey missed me?” he asked you, an eyebrow raised.

You giggled, scooting to the opposite side of him from Jacey, letting his arm pull you into his side. “I mean, I missed you a little bit, but Jacey straight up asked me if we could come.” The playfulness was evident in your voice, making Rook smile with adoration in his eyes.

“Wow, some first words, huh Jacey?” He laughed softly, leaning over to kiss you again before returning his attention to the baby. After a few moments of silence spent basking in the comfort of each other’s presence, Rook whispered, “I still can’t believe she’s ours.”

You had been studying his features, taking in all of the beauty you had been missing while at home. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

He looked over to you with a smile on his face, “that was super lame. You know that, right?”

You pushed his shoulder slightly, a playful frown on your face, “I thought it was cute.”

“Oh, it was, but it was still really lame.” He laughed, kissing the side of your head.

You sighed, “guess I should take our lame daughter and go home then.” Your tone was dramatic, your head pointed away from him, gazing into the distance.

“If anyone even attempts to take Jacey out of my hands, I’ll kill them.” The girl laughed at the mention of her name, prompting Rook to set her on his thigh closest to you, “Yeah, silly girl, I’m talkin’ about you.” He poked her stomach lightly, making her laugh even more.

You rested your head on his shoulder, eyes shutting in content, “you say that now, but wait until its 5 in the morning and she decides she wants to throw a tantrum.”

Rook chuckled, pulling you closer to him, “I don’t mind at all.”

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𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

••𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍.

••𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 𝟶.𝟿𝙺

••𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

It's wasn't a big deal he said, it's not like we're going to end up together he said, it's not like I love her he said. You being the guy were you were hung on to those words almost as if they were promises. There just one factor you for got to account for she was Megan fucking Fox But the events played out exactly how you thought they would it  in fact it was a big deal and they did end up together and he did love her more than he loved you but that was to be expected.

At first he just needed her for the music video that all but you weren't that naïve you knew the minute she walked on to set and they talked that Colson would want nothing more on this earth that to be with Megan Fox even if it was for one night. She was MEGAN FOX who wouldn't. Then it turned into a "Friendship" (that's what he called it). She started to hang around the group more and more which made you visibly annoyed everyone saw it even her the only one oblivious  to your annoyance Colson. 

Rook however tried his best to keep your spirts up trying to remined you she wouldn't be around long, that's what Cols did he would have some one stick around just until he get all his fun out of his system. It was all in good fun until  his demeanor towards the girl changed. You knew you however were fucked when he gave her the look. Not the I wanna get into your pants look he gave every girl he met. No this look was different it consisted of the 'I love you eyes'.

 Why you cared you she didn't know I mean he was your best friend it was probably because  you were only looking out for him right? At least that what she thought until she realized your jaw visibly clenched whenever he wrapped his arm around her she could practically see the anger radiating off your skin and she always spotted the eye rolls slipping from you whenever they were together. Or when she opened her mouth to speak to you.

She was everything you weren't for starters she was well a she. No one had nothing wrong with you liking guys everyone knew and they were so supportive of you. There was just now way you could compete to many factors were simply fucking you over. I mean have you seen her smile or seen her eyes and it didn't help that she was MEGAN FUCKING FOX. She resembled a damn goddesses. She was perfect every one saw it Colson more than anyone. She had saw the jealousy you harbored toward her for awhile and like the amazing person she was would often give you sad smiles and try to distance her self from him.

All for your sake. She was impossible to hate but you definitely managed. She sat next to him back stage. She saw your stare form the mirror as you got ready to open for him on his tour. She decided to join you seeing as Colson was distracted with starting to set up with the guys. "Your a pretty awesome guy you know that." She smiled towards you as she appeared next to you blocking your view of him in the mirror. You shake your head and continue to fix your hair making sure it was secure." mmm.. thanks." You didn't mean to be rude you were just envy's that he didn't see you like he saw her. "Kells knows that too. He talks about you a lot." The smile never let her perfect little face.

"I just bet Megan." The thickness in your tone made her lips turn into frown. She didn't like that you didn't like her she really did try her best to get you to together even if it meant she couldn't have him because honestly no one would protect him better than you could. "I think you two would make a good couple." Your head shot up to meet her eyes you tried you best to shake of the surprise she sent through your body jut by sayin those nine words .A dry laugh left you lips. "I would have to like him for that to work plus says the girl who's in love with him." The hurt on her face was evident, but after a few seconds Her she gave a 'really' look. "We wouldn't work." You tell her.

"Why would you think that?" She asks you. "I'm not a girl and I'm not you." She gave look of confusion. "That's why we wouldn't work because I'm not you he's this messed up kid with anger issues and a drug problem. Your this ball of light. I'm a depressed anxiety filled acholic ." You explain. "You balance him out. I drag him down." Her gaze softens on you.

"I don't believe that." She try's. "I do." A huff escapes your lips, you finally turn around seeing him and rook laughing about some dumb joke slim made. his eyes slowly meet yours the smile never leaving his face it made your heart flutter but instead of returning the smile you walk out of the room you were in to go to the main stage waiting for your cue to start.

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