#emgk asks

[powerbottomeminem]

Thoughts on Eminem x Mgk x Rook? Would you ever write that? 😶‍🌫️

I have written Eminem x MGK (x Nicolas). And I will be writing it again, sorta (it gets complicated in the omegaverse 😉).

However, I can’t really muster the interest in MGK that I usually need in order to be writing about a character. Even less so for the rest of the band. Most things I hear about him these days make me roll my eyes (at best). Guess, my version of him ain’t close to him at all.

It’s still steamy smut though, very enjoyable to read ✨

#ask me shit #emgk asks #love is evil expansion #flip the coin bitch

[cosmicbash]

I saw this too late :’( but aren’t Em’s boobs in those pics just MWAH? Cant you imagine a very enthusiastic Kelly trying to convince Marshall to get a nipple piercing and mister grumpy grandpa Mathers just getting absolutely appalled and horrified by that request. Then maybe Colson finds him looking up online sex shops for nipple clamps.

(((I just found this sitting unposted in my drafts????? and its good?? so why didnt i ever hit post??))

Em's boobs just looked so squeezable 😩😩

I envy that guy who copped a feel after Em teased him over their neverending handshake.

If only that could be ME

Also you are NEVER TOO LATE to say ANYTHING about Ems tits in an ask. That IMMEDIATELY revives my artistic spirit. I need those tits like water bby and I know kells would too.

Also nipple piercing em is 😏🥴🥴

So. Ahem

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They've been laying in Colson's bed bickering over it for at least a half hour. Their once content not!snuggling and casual body exploration falling apart completely in favor of an argument.

"Come on, just one little hoop-"

"Ha!"

"It doesn't even hurt that bad I swear babe-"

Marshall's next snort sounds almost gutteral with how hard he holds back another mocking fit of laughter. "Doesn't even hurt- yeah, cuz a literal needle jabbing through one of the most sensitive spots on my body to rip flesh out and make a hole is like playing patty cake-"

"Oh come on, when you word it all fucking extra like that of course it'll sound bad- look-" Colson knew feeling offended was a little stupid but he has never let being stupid stop him before. "If anyone between the two of us has a more accurate pain scale for piercings do you really think its the one that has a single set of pierced ears? Hm? Or maybe the dude with like a dozen-"

This time Marshall did laugh openly at him, tone shifting over to a properly annoyed one.

"Really? Your pain scale is super fucking skewed Colson! How many times this year did you smash literal bottles and shit over your head? Divebomb off a stage to bust your ribs? Sleep through nasty tattoo spots? Don't you dare try and act like I'm being a pussy over nothing."

It's out of Colson's mouth before he can stop himself. His childish selfish wants completely winning out in a "Pftt, well you totally are."

Regret wells up just as fast in him as the anger does in Marshall's eyes. His semi comfortable spot sat over the other man's lap rapidly upseated in a flurry of fast movement. "Fuck you."

"Fuck. Em, come on-" Colson knows when he's stuffed his foot in his mouth and this is definitely one of the worser times. He should have been more mindful of the tension already present, or of his partners ever denied sensitivity to such subject. But the match is lit under Marshall's fire now.

"Some of us don't have a pile of pills or gallons of alcohol to hide behind everytime we go out and fuck our body up some more you know-"

And there it is. The always accurate defensive jab off Marshall's sharp tongue.

It hurts more this time than Colson expects it to. Maybe because he knows he deserves it for pressing and trying to guilt trip the other rapper. And maybe because he knows by now he really should be getting his shit together so the other man doesn't have such an easy diss to throw his way.

To their credit though, he can see a flash of regret pass over Marshall's face too as soon as it comes out.

Not that it stops the brunette from getting dressed any further, or slows his obvious escape.

"I'm--" sorry. Colson can almost hear it. See the word curl and shape on Marshall's lips, but the anxiety further up in blue eyes prevents it. They both know it wont allow it to come out. So another exasperated noise does instead, hands flying up to rake through the rare hatless head before Marshall is moving again. Sweats yanked up and feet thankfully left bare.

"It's my fucking nipple you asshole."

And then he's gone. Out of Colson's room without another outburst. Off to lick his wounds or more so, allow Colson to lick his own.

A few months ago the blonde would have chased after, continued the shouting until it teetered on that scary ledge of physical, their fingers grabbing too tight at eachothers skin, fists shaking, anything to keep Marshall from leaving.

But now? He's learned enough to take note of the shoes in the corner of his room, the discarded kangol, wallet and keys neatly tucked away in the spare nightstand, and so many other little anchors locking Marshall down around the room. It's just space. Space needed to run and cool off somewhere else in the house, prevent a bigger fight. A smart skill Colson should really use more himself.

So he rolls himself over into the warm emptied spot on the bed and waits. Ego wounded and heart a little sore by his own fault.

It only takes an hour for Marshall to come back and even less time than that for Colson to file his horny nipple ring tugging dreams far far away in his mind. An argument decidely NOT for another day or at all if he knows whats best for them.

Keeping Marshall back curled in his bed is obviously whats best. It keeps that gnawing need to drink his sorrows away, and makes the world's edges feel less sharp.

He wants to apologize as soon as he hears the click of the bedroom door, but he manages to bite it back until sock padded feet are thumping softly across his carpet beneath the bed. A rough sounding "Sorry-" leaving his tongue before he even sees Marshall walk into his line of vision. It's the one thing he has on the other man, his ability to actually say the word first, without painful prodding. And he's not going to let go of it no matter how petty he wants to be.

"Don't." The older man is sighing, but in a soft way. It drags his eyes away from the wall finally. The relief he feels just seeing Marshall back standing there in his room quickly replaced by a blip of confusion.

He's got stuff clutched to his chest, a bottle of peroxide, wipes, some plastic packaging. And up further Colson can see how embarrassment is burning his cheeks pink above his dark beard. His expression twisted into one of discomfort.

"Well?"

"Well?" Colson feels even more confused. Marshall is acting like the little bottle in his hand might as well be a bouquet of apology roses and he can't for the life of him figure out why.

"You gonna fucking pierce me or not?" He's chewing the insides of his cheeks. Usually Colson finds this cute but his ears are still ringing from the question. Excitement racing through his veins like gasoline lit by a match.

It's not surprise he practically jumps off the bed. "For real?? For real, for real??" He has to be dreaming, he must've slipped right off into a depression nap at some point while Marshall was gone because there's no way the other man can be serious.

But he is. Hands discarding the clutter of alcohol wipes, peroxide, and clean packaged piercers needles on the bed like it's nothing. "If you're telling me you sat here running your mouth and can't put your money to it now then I'm seriously gonna smack you this time-" Marshall's huffing at him, hands a little shakey while he wrestles off his shirt. "I had to bullshit to your bassist that you were having a manic episode and wanted a new piercing to get all this shit so, don't think you're getting off scott free either. I'm not having those dudes speculate where I let you pierce me if they see you come down without a new one-"

"Oh my god-" Colson still can't grasp reality. He's never won an argument this hard against Em before. Usually his crazy ideas are just whacked back down with a bat. He almost feels like he should cry.

Marshall looks like he wants to as well, but for a different reason. His anxiety visible in the twitchy movements of his hands and the squint of his face. "Please don't tell me you toked your brains out while I was gone-"

"No!" That jerks Colson back to full functionality. His hands moving to grab at the items and heart racing like a horse in his chest. "I-- I just needed a minute to- fuck- to fuckin process that-- you're serious? You're really serious about doing this?"

"Getting less by the second."

God he wants to kiss him. And shit, he does, hand coming up to drag the older rapper down by his neck and seal their mouths together in a firm smooch. Grin breaking their lips apart when he just can't hold back his giggles anymore. "Holy shit, I'm so fucking excited-"

"Shut up." He can feel just how hard Marshall's own heart is galloping when he lets his hand drag down the man's chest after they part. Palm pausing over the hard punch against skin like a magnet. He's certain that's not excitement, which makes it even hotter.

The dudes terrified but still willing to go through with this to please him.

He's gonna suck his dick so hard after they're done. Hell, he'll shove him down on the bed and ride him until sunset. This is a bazillion times better than apology roses.

"You do, uh, know what you're doing right?"

Colson does NOT. But he grins and nods his head anyway. He knows how to give someone a piercing yeah, he's done tons of his own and other peoples. Through the nipple though? That's gonna be a first, but his other hand is already tapping away super fast and discreetly on his phone while he pushes Marshall down to sit in his emptied space on the bed. "I got you baby-" He's gonna wikihow his way through this before anyone changes their mind.

#bahahahahah #and then he jabs Em and Em full on slaps him in the face because it hurts so bad #emgk #asks #i love asks

[zwowow]

Emgk asks! 1, 7 ,9

1. when did you start shipping emgk?

Very very random but i was scrolling through the musician fandoms list on ao3 and was mad confused as to what possible pairing led eminem to have 200 tagged fanworks. and when I found out, I was very very interested in the enemies to lovers dynamic of these two assholes 

7.  favorite emgk fic?

mistakes like fractures by idiotbrothers ( @metalheadkells ) makes me go absolutely fucking feral. like genuinely squirming and grinning and taking mad long breaks bc i just cannot handle it feral. I love it. also like anything else by her is amazing. 

why are you here by goshdangheck and your chapter 2&3(Impatience nd the omega verse one) from the smutty prompts on ur ao3 have also gotten many a rereads from me!

9.  what are your headcanons for them?

I think it would change after a bit but i really, genuinely believe that they would not like each other in the beginning of their relationship. Like the sex they have is so good, but they (esp em lmao) find the other person absolutely fucking intolerable in the beginning. But when they pause the hate fucking for a minute they realize there’s something there :)

very clingy. both of them just need to be touching each other all the fucking time. 

they are so good at reading each other. once they’ve fallen into a comfortable life, they can tell everything they need to know about each other with just a look. its very cute <3

#emgk asks #teehee i have so many hcs but i have been thinking abt those recently a lot #cosmicbash

[shadyst0ner]

14&15👀

this is my first ask ever! cuz goddamn i could never think of something fun to ask ppl🤦this ask idea of yours is a life saver!

tysm! I wanted to get to know you guys better so this is what I came up with lol <3

14 -

as you can see, I love fluffy haired Kells

15 -

#emgk asks #asks

[avocadebris]

17. bottom Kells or bottom Em? 😏

Why not both? They can always switch or find someone else😏

But I feel like that someone else is gonna be looking like this dude on the left to handle a grumpy Em and a whiny Kelly

#presumably AT THE SAME TIME #they be demanding as hell #or it could be nic #emgk asks #this pic just popped in my twitter tl #some time ago #twitter be a dirty lil spy

[metalheadkells]

I kinda have a thing for size difference (Kells is fully eight inches taller than Em) idk about you, there’s just something about a grown ass man whose created such a badass persona being absolutely dwarfed by Kells (male or female) and his probably initial resentment of their height difference that slowly changes into appreciation and enjoyment 😉

anon you truly have your third eye open...

(ns!!f!!w under the cut)

“Hey,” Kells says, coming up behind Marshall, draping his arms over his shoulders and enveloping him in his warmth, “What’re you doin’? Come back to bed.”

Marshall stares solemnly at their reflection in the bathroom mirror, taking in just how small Kells makes him look, and remembers Kells’ giant hand on his dick as he rolled the condom on for him; Kells baring his throat as he rode Marshall like a fucking porn star, so long and lean and flushed that Marshall couldn’t take his eyes off him for a second, even as his mind shook apart.

There’s just… so much of him. So much of him to explore that Marshall is overwhelmed by it sometimes. He feels hopelessly inadequate in comparison, and he knows he looks it too; Kells’ height and male-model face and painstakingly selected clothes serving as a stark and unwanted reminder of how blandly average Marshall is in terms of physical appearance. He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand what Kells is doing with someone like him. He doesn’t say any of that, though. What he does say is, “Were you, like, stretched out at birth?”

Kells smiles. “If I didn’t know you were just jealous, that’d probably hurt my feelings.”

“Jealous?” Marshall repeats, affecting outrage even though Kells might be onto something there.

Kells takes Marshall’s chin in one hand and kisses him soundly on the mouth, licking his lips when he draws back, lighting a resilient spark in Marshall’s stomach.

“You’re hot as fuck,” Kells tells him, looking like he means it, his eyes travelling down Marshall’s body with an intensity that both thrills and appalls him. “I’m fuckin’ crazy about you,” Kells adds, when Marshall says nothing. “Your short-ass, rude-ass - ”

“I’m not short, you’re just built like a palm tree. One of them extra-skinny ones.”

“Oh, you’re definitely short. It’s probably on account of all that anger you got inside - stunted your growth.”

“I’ll stunt your growth,” Marshall mutters darkly, and Kells just laughs, his face bright and open when Marshall pulls him down for a kiss that is equal parts annoyed and affectionate.

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“‘scuse me,” Colson says, and reaches over Marshall’s head to open the kitchen cupboard, the bare skin of Colson’s chest warm against Marshall’s back, his scent - brown sugar shampoo and woodsy cologne and a mysterious whiff of orange - curling around Marshall sinuously.

Marshall forgets what he was just doing a second ago, blinking down at the sliced mushrooms on his cutting board like an idiot as Colson rummages around up there for an eternity, until he finally chooses a mug from their shared collection and steps aside to presumably get some coffee from the machine.

The loss of Colson’s body heat hits Marshall like a kick in the gut.

“Where do you think you’re goin’,” Marshall says, embarrassingly gruff, catching the drawstring of Colson’s sweatpants.

Colson freezes and glances down at him, a surprised smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “Again? This’s gotta be a new record for you.”

“Mm. Stop talking.”

Marshall leans up and Colson leans down and they kiss as passionately as if they hadn’t spent the entire weekend and most of this morning devouring each other, unable to get enough.

Colson moves a hand to the small of Marshall’s back and yanks him closer, and Marshall’s cock thickens so quickly that he’s lightheaded, and groaning, and sinking his teeth into Colson’s bottom lip.

“Know what I noticed recently?” Colson asks; husky, breathless, “You really like it when I…”

He backs Marshall into the wall and braces an arm on either side of his head, caging him in with his body. Marshall’s breaths come out fast and desperate, and he knows his arousal is written all over his face, but still, he says, “What’s that supposed to be?”

Colson looks at Marshall like he has him all figured out; like he’s the cat that ate the canary, except Marshall’s the canary, and it hasn’t happened yet, but it’s fated.

“You like that I’m bigger than you.”

Marshall doesn’t have the mental strength to make a show of objecting; he just swallows and says, “That’s - ”

But Colson doesn’t let him finish. He grips Marshall’s waist with both hands and lifts him a couple inches off the ground, guiding Marshall’s limbs around him for support before holding him in place with a wide palm under each of Marshall’s thighs.

It’s all Marshall can do not to fall to the floor and just lay there, short-circuited, steam pouring out of his ears.

“What the fu-uck,” Marshall wheezes, automatically digging his nails into Colson’s spine, “How - When did you - ”

“Weight training,” Colson says, “I keep tellin’ you not to underestimate me.”

And Marshall kisses him so aggressively that Colson almost drops him.

#asks! #anon #emgk #mine #m: fic #requested #lol i hope this isnt Too Much #this prompt could be a full fic but this is just a tidbit

[emgkheadcannons]

Another one! Back in 2018, this was 1 of my headcanons and I promise to share mine one day but could you write something like, Marshall attends Kelly's movie premiere, either uninvited or invited by others and Kelly is ... fill it with your headcanon. ❤

So I changed this to the screening because I like Kelly’s and Sandra Bullock’s outfits better at the screening than at the premiere. Also there are spoilers for Bird Box in this.

Em was actually really excited about Bird Box. The psychological thriller was just his style. He even got an invite from Josh Malerman, (the guy who wrote the book) to come to the screening of the film. Then this stupid beef with Machine Gun Kelly happened. He was still going to go. No way was he going to let a punk ass bitch deter him.

******

It’s the night of the premiere. Everyone is dressed up, and looks great. Sandra Bullock looks stunning in her red dress. Kelly is looking sharp wearing black pants, a black turtleneck, some black shoes, and an olive green jacket, with a simple collar chain on his lapels. He had gotten his hair buzzed for another movie.

Everyone is having a great time.

Em rolls up with Josh Malerman, in black, shirt, jeans, hoodie, but also a leather jacket, and his kangol hat. He tries to not make a big fuss, but he not only left his house to go to a movie premiere but a movie with Machine Gun Kelly in it. The media take pictures, and try to ask him questions, but he just heads into the lobby.

Once in the lobby Em looks around. There are still a lot of cameras mixed in with the people, but he pays them no mind. He heads to the bar and asks for sparkling water.

Sandra Bullock pulls him aside, as they take pictures together. A little shocked by the bold move, Em lets it happen.

“It’s great to have you here.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“But let’s make one thing clear.” She says as her grip tightens, and with her smile still in place. “ This is not your night. This is Kelly’s and the rest of the casts, night. Don’t make trouble for him.”

Em just nods along.

She walks back over to some of her co-stars, including Machine Gun Kelly, who looks over at him and looks scared for a moment, before schooling his face into something kinda neutral. Sandra grabs a hold of Kelly and Rosa Salazar, and leads the way from the lobby into the theater.

He is pissed off, scared, and confused, all at once. First off Sandra Bullock was not someone to be taken lightly, and he was pissed that she thought he would pull anything, but also really impressed that she would grab and threaten him in such a crowded room, for someone like Machine Gun Kelly. He is also confused as to why the blond looked scared when he saw Em. The look on the younger rapper’s face stayed on Em’s mind, until he got to his seat, and the movie started.

******

The movie was amazing. Em loved it. Even Machine Gun Kelly played his part really well. Em had no idea the kid was such a good actor.

When everyone had finished making their speech, thank yous for coming to the screening, and people began filing out, Em followed suit. He felt a bit out of his depth though, since he wasn’t involved in the movie, and only knew a few people there.

When he decides to take his leave, someone taps him on the shoulder. Turning around Em sees that it is Machine Gun Kelly. Before Em can say anything, Kelly asks, “What are you doing here?”

“I was invited by Malerman.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh.” Em thinks that is going to be the end of their exchange, and is about to leave, when Kelly asks another question.

“So what did you think of the movie?”

A caught a little off guard with the question it takes a moment for Em to respond. He wasn’t expecting someone he was beefing with to be this friendly, especially with how he destroyed him with ‘Killshot’. “It was … uh really good.”

A frown appeared on Kelly’s face.

Em continued speaking. “I mean I really liked it. The concept of demons possessing people, and birds warning people, genius. Sandra Bullock was amazing. You were really good too. I didn’t know you acted.”

The smile appears back on Kelly’s face.

“Really. Thank you.”

“If you really liked it you should also read his book. I did and there are some changes that are like what the fuck. You should really check it out.”

“Really. Okay yeah.”

“Well I gotta go. They wanna do some cast stuff so…”

“Yeah no I get it.”

******

Later that night Em receives a text from a number he doesn’t recognise. He almost doesn’t read it, but decides to anyway.

‘Hey this is Sandra Bullock. I just want to say thank you for supporting our movie, and making peace with Colson… ’

Em stopped reading the text. Shit they basically did end last night, and he didn’t even realize it. Fuck he needed to call Paul, and talk to Machine Gun Kelly. Before he did that though he decided to finish the text from Sandra.

‘... I know he can be hard to get along with but he is a good person deep down. Also sorry for threatening you. I didn’t know your intentions for the night, and didn’t want to risk it being ruined by your feud with Colson.’

Em waits a moment before replying. ‘Yeah no I get it. It was your guys’ night. I was impressed though that you would just grab me and threaten me though.’ Then he adds, ‘You were amazing by the way.’

‘Thank you. Have a nice night.’

Em then calls Paul. He picks up on the first ring.

“I’m so glad you ended your beef with Machine Gun Kelly, and at the premiere of his movie. This is great.”

“Yeah, so the thing is Paul, I don’t think either one of us realized that we were doing that. We were just talking about the movie and trying to not cause a scene with me being there.”

“Oh, well that isn’t the best.”

“Yeah so could you get me his number. I am actually willing to end the beef, I just think we need to talk more before we make it official. I also need you to extend my stay here another night.”

“Okay, I can do that. Give me an hour or two.”

“Awesome. Thanks Paul.”

Paul comes through with Machine Gun Kelly’s number, in just over an hour. Em decides to text him instead of call.

‘Hey, this is Eminem. We need to talk. What time are you free tomorrow?’

It takes the blond nearly an hour to reply.

‘Why should I talk to you?’

‘You said you wanted to talk, fine then let's talk.’

‘Fine.’

Em waits for a moment before Kelly sends another message. ‘Is 11 ok?’

‘Sure I’ll send you the address.’

Em was a little excited to see Kelly tomorrow. The kid had talent, and as a bonus was pretty cute.

******

Em is sitting in the back of a private lounge waiting on the younger rapper to show. Kelly ends up being five minutes late. He had ordered a Diet Coke for himself and a regular Coke for Kelly.

“Sorry I’m late. I had trouble finding this place.”

“It’s fine.”

“So what do you want to talk about.”

“Last night, people saw us talking after the movie and now everyone is assuming our beef is over. And if you look at the pictures that were taken it is going to be hard to tell people we are still fighting.” Em pulls out his phone and shows Kelly a few of the aforementioned photos, and they did look friendly in them.

“Okay so what do we do?”

“Simple, you already admitted that you couldn’t respond to ‘Killshot’, next you apologize to Hailie for the tweet, then we just leave each other alone, and don’t perform our diss tracks unless for some reason that we can talk about if it happens.” Em states.

“Hold on. I agree yeah I need to apologize to your daughter, and no more diss tracks, or singing ‘Rap Devil’, but I want to keep the ‘Rap Devil’ image, and stuff. Also you called me a mumble rapper.”

Em looks at the blond rapper. He looks cute with his arms crossed, and pouty face. Yeah he can work with the guy.

“Okay you can keep using the Rap Devil persona or whatever, just don’t perform ‘Rap Devil’ unless you talk to me or Paul first. Same goes for ‘Killshot’. And you aren’t a mumble rapper. You need to work on your lyrics but at least people can understand you.” Kelly begins to puff up but Em continues. “It’s not an insult, just some constructive criticism. I had Dr. Dre help me, now I am one of the best lyricists. But yeah you have some talent. I will even lift your ban on Shade 45.”

Kelly lights up, with a big smile on his face. “Really?”

“Really. Now anything else you want to hash out?”

“I can’t really think of anything right now, but how am I supposed to apologise to Hailie?”

“I’ll call her on my phone later and you can talk to her.”

“Okay.”

“Alright I’m going to tell Paul the good news, I suggest you tell your producer too.”

Em texts Paul that he has talked to Machine Gun Kelly and they have a mutual understanding. Kelly does the same with his manager. Em looks up and smiles, and thinks ‘now for some fun.’

“Why did you buzz your hair? Trying to look like me again?”

Kelly blushes. “No, it’s for another movie, I’m doing.”

“Sure.” Em waited until Kelly was taking a sip of his drink before saying the rest. “You looked cuter with it long.”

Kelly chokes on his drink, and coughs a few times. “What did *cough* you say?”

“You looked better with long hair.”

“Oh. Um, thank you.”

Oh yeah, Em was going to have a ball flirting with him, but first …

“So Kelly…”

“Colson.”

“What?”

“My name is Colson. Machine Gun Kelly is my stage name.”

“Oh. Okay Colson.”

“So what were you saying?”

“Oh yeah what happened to Lucy and Felix?”

The end ... for now

#emgk #i like asks

[positivecorrelation]

“Cause the scars run so deep It's been hard but I have to believe”

“ 'Cause I Need time My heart is numb, has no feeling So while I'm still healing Just try and have a little patience.”

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Hesitance to take the first step. Hesitance to show weakness. Hesitance to admit the faults. Hesitance to show they care. Their lyrics are their mirror because general public wants them to live in constant fear.

It's an entertainment industry, It's better if you keep your emotion in check or better...keep it a mystery.

Marshall and Colson, have a lot to say, fans have a lot to say. A lot has been said and a lot has been heard but their true intentions are ignored by everyone.

Who's won and who's lost? That's a never ending debate. Yet the answer is very simple.

Marshall and Colson have won adoration, praise, immense love from their respective fans, but- you win some, you lose some- and they've lost something too.

One has lost an idol and the other has lost an admirer.

This may seem crazy, this may sound delusional but come to think of it, both Marshall and Colson are not over it.

How do you get over it? A collaboration? An apology or just simple talk?

"It's been two 2 years, move on!" both sides'fans complain but are they themselves ready to forget it?

It's not that easy to forget cause Marshall and Colson don't want to forget. Sometimes it haunts, other times it fuels their anger. It's an unfinished business, the hurt still lingers.

Hate, so much hate. You reap what you sow. You deserve it. 

“RIP Eminem”,  “just die, Kelly”, “You’re old and angry” , “You’ve changed genre blondy”...

Marshall and Colson want a new beginning, they want a new season, they want to go back and erase all those awful memories, all those hateful words. Their hatred has spread like an incurable disease and now in a world full of hate, they want a cure, they want to be sure, their message is heard.

Marshall and Colson, men of so many thoughts and ideas. Two individuals with a lot of scars. Some visible, others invisible.

The past should not dictate the future but it makes them who they are.

Marshall hopes his once 'fan turned hater' doesn't take everything to heart. People knew about Machine Gun Kelly but he made sure the whole world learns his real name. He wants Colson to study the game, understand it better and keep it alive for the next generation. Marshall admires the kid's spirit but he cannot openly encourage the kid He hopes Colson understands him and his message from the songs where he's deliberately mentioned his name. He knows Colson has the potential to be so much better. After all, tough love is better than no love.

Marshall doesn't want him to overdose, either on drugs or self doubt and drown in hatred. He knows how it feels , he has lived it.

Colson hopes Marshall realizes, he wishes people realizes that he's not the same guy they saw on the Breakfast Club back in 2018. Yes, its been 2 years but now he has grown and has no qualm to admit in his interviews that " I'm just a big kid. I grew up too fast. Age is really how flexible you are. A wise person told me, age is not a number but how flexible in mind you are. As long as your mind, heart is young, you can be anything".

There's no shame in being real. Honesty attracts positivism, pride brings downfall.

Both have insecurities, self doubt is the unwanted cousin.

The time is running out, they’re not immoral but their work is.

Marshall and Colson, need a little sympathy, a little bit of understanding, a pinch of humanity, both from the public and from each other.

They may never meet, they need to meet... do they want to meet, each other?

Silence is not the way but will they ever talk about it?

Nowadays, one hesitates to answer and the other one is unavailable to answer.

They're not Romeo & Juliet and they're definitely not the prideful Elizabeth and the charming Mr.Darcy. They are Marshall and Colson. This isn't 18th century either yet their lyrics have become their letters to one another.

In this never ending chaotic debate, love is the answer.

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@emgkheadcannons​ You didn’t ask for it but take it as a thank you note.

EMGK shippers, this is yours for keeping this ship afloat.😊

#EMGK #Float Your Boat

[candy-guns19xx]

Watched jurassic Park and I couldn’t help but think of Emgk adventure type AU. Em working ar Jurassic park as Trainer for the dinosaurs, his absolute favorite ones he loves to be around are the triceratops and raptors.

Kells is a photographer and reporter who comes to write a story about the park. As he’s taking pitcures he sees one certain trainer feeding some of the teicertops.

Marshall is so distracted by the handsome young man, that he bumps into one of the  triceratops, making Colson laugh and take a picture.

Colson sticks around Marshall asking so many questions, Marshall kind of wants to sneak away from the young reporter, but can’t find himself doing so.

At some point an emergency happens causing one the dangerous dinosaurs to escape and causing a lot of the others ones to escape too. Marshall and Colson find themselves running together from certain danger and saving each other.

“Wow this is going to be such a great story, I’ll probably get a promotion.” Kelly says at one point while they’re hiding from one of the dinosaurs.

“Really? We’re being hunted by an Allosaurus and all you can think about is your news article?” Marshall angrily whispers.

#emgk

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I’m not so new to emgk-fics, some have been quite good on here-(I’ve done likes on page for these) to some on AO3..

What I still feel I’ll never get over the most is that ppl love both guys together, like, music-wise before ship-wise; having ppl grow up an be civil and say ‘these are two cool artists to me, these are two similar/different ppl in life relations that can be understood’ is something that needs more attention..

😊

I'll say it a thousands times, there is no Fandom that I've been in that's more POSITIVE and like almost completely lacking in negativity/toxicity than the Emgk fandom

everyone in it genuinely just is a chill person who looks past the beef and enjoys both artists and supports them super hard.

the ship itself mostly a silly little joke that's evolved into a very fun outlet for alot of great people and I love that.

I always try to encourage people as much as I can that find their way over here to draw or write or just create in general because there's not a safer space to grow in imo. I've grown so much as an artist and a writer and I don't think I could or would have somewhere else. You're not gonna have ANYONE shoot you down here or smother your flame.

I also feel like compared to some Fandoms I've seen, our ship portion and xreader portion of em and Kells Fandoms are really chill together too. and I don't think that gets enough appreciation, cuz I've seen some people get nasty with eachother in other spaces.

at this point Kells and Em are kind like two quirky barbie dolls we communally pass around and then hype up whenever they drop an album and I love that. Idgaf if its weird.

#sorry if im rambly im playing yakuza #but saw this and wanted to reply right away #cuz #i love asks #emgk

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Okay guys. it's finally time

Top Em bottom Kells is on the roster next

it's been a long *checks notes* uhhhh 2? years?? Is that right?? yikes

Time to get back to the basics and let the old man top this pretty boy once again 😔😔

I know yall have been craving it

Ems got two novel length oneshots getting his brains fucked out of him its only fair we do kells too

I'm open to any and all suggestions otherwise I might look back to one of my older works like Careful or Thinking of you and rewrite one of them

If you wanna see something specific done to Kells nows your chance to ask!!

#i love asks #so hop in and say it there on anon if youre shy #or go straight to my dms #emgk #eminem #mgk

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are you updating cam devil or is it abandoned?

I was just talking to a irl friend about Cam Devil a few days ago, because I do have the first 3 chapters fully rewritten in my much better writing style like I use in the Maid fic, and the fourth started, plus half of a new chapter and outlines for the rest of the fic.

I just have a few personal dilemmas regarding the fic that have me waver back and forth on finishing it.

The major one being that it was a gift to someone dear to me who actually introduced me to emgk and got me back into writing in general, but due to personal reasons left the Fandom and ship altogether. So I get this anxiety now at the idea of updating it after so long and triggering a notification being sent to them that might be upsetting to see.

I could always just remove the gift status, but I worry that might also be hurtful, and being that I am actually a major wuss in regards to reaching out to people I can't bring myself to bother them to ask. (Fear of rejection the obvious culprit)

And the less serious dilemma is that I just find the story severely lacking and weak/bad. The college setting is very forced and bleh because I personally dont have college experience, Em's a comically evil professor, alot of the og dialouge is bad.

I almost want to just reboot it/overhaul it heavily. Possibly throw out the college angle altogether and have Kells be a proper secret cam boy Bj Alex style with a mask, whos real job/reputation is at stake if hes outed, and Em still be a little black mailing shit head, but still involved with Kells life. Maybe as his disgruntled older neighbor like in Full Volume (another good smutty yaoi manga I'd reccomend)

It's hard to say. I'd hate to fully abandon the fic since I know alot of people have a soft spot for it with it being their introduction into emgk as well, plus cam boy Kells is just the holy grail of au.

Maybe I should run a poll? Those exist now right?

#sorry if thats not helpful in the slightest #im pretty awful at giving answer's #also at finishing stuff in the first place #asks #i love asks #cam devil #emgk #poll

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Suggestion for V-day: Kells waiting for Em in bed covered in chocolate pralines hoping for a sexy time.

can't believe I somehow missed this

sorry anon, but if it helps I'll sneak a reference to it into the prompt quick since it's almost finished 😂

#i feel like they would melt INSTANTLY #and roll off him and stick to the sheets #and em would be in sensory overload #and just pulling at hair #emgk #eminem #mgk #asks #i love asks

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Was it you that posted that picspam of Em poses that the photographer thought were too gay to be put in his magazine because I would love to see that post again. Also hi.

If it was an actual post and not just horny mumblings and sporadically listed pictures then it's more likely to have been @powerbottomeminem or another wonderful em poster originally that I just reblogged.

But I do know exactly what you are talking about and for some reason I can NOT find it and it's driving me a little nuts now 😂

I remember the context (him being drunk and hungover and letting the photographer shoot anyway, which got us the sexy "gay jesus" pic of him tangled in the sheets) but no amount of googling different phrases is pulling it up right now. Might need some help from the community on this one

Edit:: found a post from powerbottomem with the best pic at least

#i guarentee janathon my dear has the pics #hes the living sexy eminem encyclopedia #if its kinda gay and involves or looks like em hes your man #eminem #emgk #asks #i love asks

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@maegami88

"You really dragged me thousands of miles, over an ocean, and through three different airports just to play in some sand?" Marshall's lack of enthusiasm did little to snuff out Colson's great mood as they trudged along the cool sands of a Caribbean beach. The sun just starting to make its descent from up in the sky. Cooling the humid air significantly. "We could have just stayed in LA and done this."

Marshall's frown was alot more visual now than it had been throughout their long journey. If Colson hadn't been with him through every half hearted bitch and empty complaint he might even believe Marshall was as miserable as hes pretending.

But, of course they've been joined at the hip since his frumpy older boyfriend first landed in LA. Clingy to a fault even if he will deny it with his last breath. So Colson knows its just Marshall's stubborn side refusing to admit he actually DOES enjoy getting out of his stuffy old house on occassion.

That isn't going to stop Colson from poking fun though. "So you're saying you'd be willing to lay out on Santa Monica with me? Catch some rays, snuggle under an umbrella?"

His shoulder catches Marshall's in a soft bump. Knocking a soft huff out of the man and sending what he assumes must be a dirty look his way behind dark shades. "And die in a mob? You know what I meant." His fingers are up adjusting the rim of his hat, another kangol but this time a bucket one. The rapper ever loyal to the brand.

It makes Colson's chest warm and his mouth stretch up into a smile. He loves this version of Em. The soft white tee and cheap cargo shorts wearing guy, who looks like he could be any old tatted up middle aged dilf. So far away from the boring tracksuits and heavy gold chain that ways his neck down any other day. Marshall has always served as a breath of fresh air compared to the overly fashionable and expensive style everyone in LA needs to keep up with.

Colson loves fashion to death, and loves flexing his own wealth and creativity through it, don't get him wrong, but the normal air around this, just the two of them dressed down to go to the beach together pulls at something soft and yearninful in his chest.

"Coulda just rented out a villa with a private beach or something." Marshall's still grumbling to himself, but his palm has dropped from it's fussing with the hat to brush against Colson's in a less than subtle manner.

The blonde can bet those eyes are darting around behind the glasses, scaling the perimeter for any surprise paparazzi.

There's no one here for miles though, that's not apart of their staff at least. Colson's wallet took a serious hit to secure that, not that he will ever tell Marshall that. Hard enough stopping the bastard from playing sugar daddy.

"Pretty sure you were the one who sat around ranting that theres no such thing as a private beach in LA babe." His fingers are dancing and weaving between Marshall's not hooking together just yet, because he always likes to wait and see if the other man will man up and make the first move for pda.

He's rewarded with Marshall's fingers roughly grabbing at his for a tight hand hold less than a minute later. Dark sunglasses directed his way instead of inland this time. "Yeah, that's because there's fucking TMZ drones everywhere-" his expression, what half Colson can see becomes more animated as he speaks. "Andre's had to shoot like 4 down already-"

He could let Em ramble on into a long speech about drones and privacy and hope the release of cagey bitchy energy soothes him, but he opts for a chaste kiss instead. Head darting down and free hand up to softly life the brim of his hat out of the way.

It's quick, and dry, nothing more than a quieting brush of lips but kissing like that always feels more scandalous outside then the few times they've gotten frisky and madeout against cars or down the hall.

The pink burn across Em's cheeks show he thinks the same, but for once the man doesn't fuss about it. Just accepts the kiss and readjusts his hat to drag Colson further down the beach and thankfully away from that expected speech.

Colson loves him. He feels is bright and burning in his chest, even more than the setting sun on his skin. Marshall doesn't even have to do something special for him to feel like that. Its a thought that rushes past his brain over the smallest of moments, which helps Colson know its different from all the times in the past. It's really real this time.

"So we're vacationing all the way out here for a picnic?" Marshall's huff drags his eyes up from whereever they settled on the man's back.

Ahead of them he can see they've finally gotten close enough to the small set up of blankets and baskets Colson had some assistants help him set up earlier. The food being discreetly dropped off while he got Marshall off the couch and agreeable to a sunset walk. It's got nerves fluttering around in the younger rappers stomach like butterflies.

Suddenly the scatter of rose petals and other romantic stuff like candles feels a bit TOO much. Too cheesy for Em to take seriously.

His hesitance must cause the silence to drag on for too long because sunglasses turn to look at him again. Marshall's mouth still and expertly hiding whatever thoughts are rushing through his head.

Colson's almost about to puke, or laugh and kick some sand around and joke how it all must be a prank from his staff but then Marshall smiles. One of those rare genuine ones that he doesn't work hard to hide, or feel ashamed of showing.

"Bout time you finally treated me like the princess I am."

It's soft, and not at malicious in its tease, exactly what Colson needs in the moment to jumpstart his confidence and get him pressing close once more. Hands slipping down to a magnetic spot on Marshall's hips almost instantly.

"Figured I needed some hot sun to thaw away all the ice first."

"Oh so I'm an ice princess now? You calling me cold?"

"More frozen than an iceberg. Absolutely awful. Using the hairdryer once a night was taking way too long-" His mouth hurts at the corners from his smile. Fingers climbing to run through Marshall's soft short hair. Hardly enough to need a blow dry but Colson's done it anyway to see it fluffy multiple times.

"Tch." Marshall's eyes have to be rolling. His fingers curl into Colson's belt loops to drag him forward the rest of the way anyway.

The two of them fit snug under the sunshade, sides touching despite the expanse of blanket all around them. Colson can't help but admire the way Marshall immedatiately moves on to pulling out the food and setting up some plates. Taking the lead as if this isn't a date Colson put together for HIM instead of the other way around.

"Holy shit, you packed tacos? Really trying to butter me up tonight aren't you-"Colson figured that would be Em's favorite part, not the trip itself, just the tacos. "Maybe you're not half bad then Kells."

"Yeah, yeah," Colson's turn to eye roll, his fingers finding the cold little container hiding away his sushi snack he's ordered for himself. "Figured I'd need to win you back over for keeping you up past your bedtime tonight gramps."

A second set of chopsticks swipes away his bite before he can get it. Marshall's amused chewing baiting him for more play. "Little do you know I already have the viagra and the astroglide out waiting at home for the long night I was planning."

"Yeah?" Colson's fingers swipe up a whole taco to steal a bite in retaliation, Marshall's noise of distress completely ignored so he can messily rain tortilla chip, meat, and cheese, crumbs all down over their plates. The quiet chastise of wastefulness ignored while he snags up a bottle of wine. "Thought we already proved I don't need any of that to keep fucking you all night. At this point we might as well invite Pete in to keep you satisfied- ow-"

The sharp jab of an elbow almost makes Colson spill his pour but Marshall's embarassed flush saves him from an additional dig.

"Meant for me to wreck your scrawny ass all night you brat."

The Pete joke is ever ignored, just like every other time Colson suggests it. A thin wall of interest obvious in Marshall's stark avoidance of the topic but they'll dream on that a different night.

"Imma keep you to that then. What number do we wanna bet on? 3? 4 times before?"

Marshall falls right into his trap as expected "Before what?"

"Before you tap out and ask me to tag in."

A middle finger and soft kick is Colson's prize this time. Attention shifting back over to the food in a silent way of truce. Both of them ever aware that if they aren't careful they'll trip their way into a riduclous bet like every other time.

But it's fine, because this is what Colson wanted anyway. Just some nice time to soothe his own nerves and enjoy eachothers company before the main event. He could sit and listen to the waves crash and watch Marshall meticulously pick at his tacos for hours given the chance.

The wine will help too. Liquid courage goes along way for Colson after all.

They stay like that until the sun drops to its lowest yet. Sky painted all pinks and oranges, the wind catching a slight chill. It's beautiful. Not unalike the sunsets in LA but maybe its the lack of smog or light pollution that makes it all seem brighter.

Colson has shifted down onto his side, stretching out along the back of the blanket. Knees offering support to Marshall's lower back where he remains seated.

They're alone. Truly by themselves without a soul around to ruin the moment or even percieve their actions.

It's peaceful. Colson feels the warm gooey seeping of love through his bones. He almost wants to fall asleep in this moment. Lock it in to last eternally over that timeless space where consciousness is far away and the past and the future can mix together.

He makes it as far as his eyes closing before Marshall's lips coax him back awake. A warm palm cupping his cheek, grounding him back to reality where silly sunglasses and a sillier hat continue to hide away those expressive eyes.

They're the first thing Colson plucks off before they roll. His body pinning the older man's to the ground in a soft huff. Hat flopping back to cup Marshall's head while blue eyes crinkle in endearment.

Colson loves him and says so with everything he's got the moment he finds his voice again. Ripping the proverbial bandaid off to lessen the sting.

There's a shakey half smile that wobbles across Marshall's lips for a moment before his expression softens altogether. "Thank god." Puffing between them in a fast sigh of relief before Colson finds his mouth dragged down into a kiss.

It's invigorating. To be seen and accepted so quickly. The relief across Marshall's face and desperation in his kiss almost all the confirmation Colson needs.

"Say it-" his mouth can't help but break away every few seconds between kisses though. Hands wandering and bodies sliding into a comfortable press. "Tell me you- fuck, Marsh-" he wants to drown the other man in kisses, in love. Pour it out of his own mouth in Marshall's to fill him and overflow just to guarentee he hears it back. "I fucking love you-"

A firm hand sneaks along Colson's lower back and another up through his hair. Breaking them apart in a lingering smack before Marshall's pointy nose nuzzles against his. Nose ring catching the same way their lips do. "Colson-"

It's painful. The way Marshall says his name, like holy scripture that burns its way off the devils tongue. Not a venomous spit, but a longing ache.

"Do you?" Colson's hips can't help but grind down hard, mouth darting to nip at Marshall's adams apple when he throws his head back in response.

"God- yes-" his tone is weak. Fingers tightening and body arching. "I've fucking loved you since the very first night you bastard."

The confession punches Colson like a knife, tearing right through his doubts and worries in an instant. He knows Marshall's telling the truth, can taste the embarassment and shame on the other mans tongue when they kiss.

"Loved you before I even knew if you'd tolerate me I think-" this time there's a laugh. It's tight and Colson can only match it with his own. Body shakey and fingers stretching to touch every inch they can.

"You should've told me."

"I know."

But he couldn't. Colson knows the pain Marshall's been through, has made his way though probably a dozen stupid fights in the beginning trying to end things, now with even more painful context. Of course the prick couldn't come out and say it first. He's been afraid just as much as Colson has.

Once you say it, it becomes something loseable.

"Can I, fuck, can I tell you something?"

Marshall's mouth is stretching up into a bigger smile, teeth flashing and tongue peeking as he swallows a laugh. Colson would hear anything he has to say.

"What?"

"I-" Proper laughter breaks them apart a little further, Marshall's hands slide up Colson's side to cup his neck and keep their eyes locked. Steady and firm. "I really thought you were either gonna dump me, or propose today. Like- completely skip this fucking lovey dovey shit and just beeline me right for a confession there in the moment, or, or just drop my ass out here in the bahamas so I can't make a huge scene-"

It's so comical Colson can't help but snort. A burst of laughter wracking through his chest immedaitely afterward that has Marshall pulling on his hair in jest.

"Seriously! You move so fucking fast on me, I can't keep up."

"You're crazy."

"And? That just means you're the weirdo who loves some nutjob."

Snorting again Colson can't help but shake his head and collapse atop his partner with a heavy drop. "I guess so."

He's feels exhausted. In a good way. Months of weight and worry off his shoulders in an instant. Body ready to start unwinding the last weeks worth of tension he's built up over just today atop of Marshall's comfortable chest.

"Propose to ya huh?" The idea sounds both silly and tempting. The door to their future finally wide open before them now with that three word admittance.

Colson is surprised by how much he suddenly wants that. Rings and a stupidly public ceremony. Marshall's hand clasped in his own, a single house shared between them. Another kid.

It's more dream fodder to make him smile silly. "I know your goofy ass aint ever marrying again."

Marshall's responding snort makes him laugh hard. "Says who?"

Even just teasing at the possibility makes Colson smile. He doesn't want to do that right now though. Too comfortable to play and joke around with Marshall so he hums a response and settles himself back down for a possible nap.

Warm arms are wrapped loose around eachother. The crash and retreat of the waves filling the silence.

Colson can't imagine more.

.

..

...

"Will you?" Marshall's voice and soft fingers draw him back in. Threading through his hair and mumbling kisses against his scalp.

"Will you marry me Col?"

#emgk #asks #i got SOFT AS FUCK BOI #with this one #cuz im soft as hell for mae #and i always get cheesy breach proposal ideas in my head for emgk #ahh

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When are you going to finish cam devil? You are kinda iconic.

Ahhhh ☺️☺️☺️☺️ flattery definitely will motivate me to do it sooner that's for sure.

But honestly, I'm not sure. I do have it like all plotted out and even was about 3 chapters into my rewrite/ had the newest chap mostly written out. I just hit a bad case of writers block and moved my focus over to improving my art and that pretty much sealed up my writers block with cement. But I have been thinking about it alot lately. All of my poor unfinished fics really. So maybe I'll give my drafts a look at tomorrow or in the next few days when I finish this three pieces I'm working on and see what I beat out.

I definitely think the fic in its entirety needs rewritten before I'd be happy with continuing/finishing it. Just because my writing improved by literal leaps between first starting it and like, finishing the maid fic for example. I didn't do college cam boy Kells his justice.

Also the fic was originally a gift for someone I care about immensely. Who introduced me to the ship and got me out of my depressive state of not writing or drawing for half a decade, and throughout the life of the fic they had to step away from the ship/fandom due to some hard metal health stuff and I cowardly lost contact with them (and remain still a big wuss too scared to reach back out and check in) so it's got a kind of bittersweet feeling attached to it for me.

Like. Is it fair to continue on with the story? Take it somewhere they might not have wanted it to go? Or to ping their account again with an update years down the road with something they might still feel touchy about? Ahhhh it's a whole wave of weird emotions for me. Especially since outside of just this one friend, the fic introduced me to the amazing freaking community we have here on tumblr even with it being small and mostly dead. I genuinely owe the better state of my mental health and the incredible improvement on my art all to that cheesy porn plot fic.

So maybe I'll work on it and give it the finale it deserves. Or maybe I won't. I'm such a pain in the ass for you all to deal with. 😅😅

#but i do love yall #and im sorry im a mess #so i hope thats a half decent answer to your ask #thank you!! #emgk #asks #i love asks #lil bit of #personal shit