#jp cappelletty x reader

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

First and last

Requested by @mgkisdaddytho

"can u plzzz write a story about losing virginity with rook but then like super fluff aftercare🥺🥰"

A/N: this is the first request I've ever done so go easy on me 😅🥰

Warning: swearing, no condom (be safe kids), losing virginity

Ok, so your best friend kissed you. It could be worse. It could’ve been in front of a large group of people. Oh wait, it was. It could’ve been a drunken dare. Oh wait, it was. It didn’t have to mean anything to you. Oh wait, it did. You didn’t have to make it uncomfortable by running off a hot mess. Oh wait, strike four, you did. If it had been anyone else in the room, you wouldn’t have cared but it wasn’t anyone else, it was Rook. The guy you’ve been secretly in love with for months since you first met him. You know that no one else knew and it wasn’t really Baze’s fault for making the dare in the first place. No one except Ashleigh, your other friend and the group ‘mum’. She kept everyone in line, on tour and at home.

You couldn’t even blame Rook for not saying no. He didn’t know that every time he brags about banging a different girl it slowly broke your soul more and more. That was your issue that you were dealing with. He didn’t need to know that in the months you’ve known him, you haven’t had a single date because you are so head over heels in love with him that no other man comes close.

It's not just Rook’s good looks that attract you to him. Sure, he’s toned, muscular body is nothing to overlook, he works hard for his body. However, his personality is just as attractive. He’s smart and hilarious and his taste in music is second to none. You can not only sit and talk to him for hours, but you can also just hang out and watch a movie or he can lie next to you on your bed, scrolling through his phone while you read a book. You’re both just comfortable in each other’s company that you can spend hours together and it still feels like a new friendship. No, you don’t need to ruin that perfect friendship by sharing your feelings.

There’s a light tap at the door and it slowly opens to reveal Rook, sheepishly rubbing his neck. “Are you ok?” he asks, slowly striding across the room to sit beside you on the bed.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It was just getting a bit loud down there and I needed a break,” you lie through your teeth.

“So it had nothing to do with me kissing you on a dare?” Damn, he’s good.

Before you can say anything more, his lips are on yours again and you’re completely taken away. You gasp at his touch and he smiles against your lips. You melt into his touch almost immediately and he leads you up the bed until you’re lying on your back, your head resting comfortably on a pillow. His hands roam your body and you heat at his touch. He leads his lips from your lips, down your jawline and to your neck. He nips and sucks at your neck and you moan at the feelings of pleasure pooling between your thighs. He sucks hard on the spot just below your ear. Is he leaving a hickey? He follows the line of your neck until he reaches the swell of your breasts, predominant in your low-cut tee. He kisses gently at your cleavage. He pulls the fabric down so your right breast is exposed and he encapsulates your nipple in between his lips, sucking and licking at it until you’re squirming under his mouth. His hand slips up your skirt, between your thighs and rubs your slit gently.

“So wet,” he moans against your nipple.

He turns his attention to the other breast before finally running his mouth lower. He lifts your top so that your stomach is exposed and peppers your skin with kisses and nips. Once he reaches your naval, he runs his tongue towards the button of your skirt. He looks up at you and you nod with approval. He removes your skirt and panties and appraises your body with his eyes.

“So beautiful baby,” he coos and your insides turn to liquid.

Baby? Did he just call me that? You think to yourself but you don’t have long to dwell and his tongue runs down your slit and teases your hole. You almost buck yourself right off the bed. Rook hooks his arms around your thighs to hold you in place as he continues his assault against your most sensitive area. Without warning he dips a finger inside you and you cry out in pain. He immediately pulls back and sits up on his knees to look at you questioningly.

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly, concern clear on his face.

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just I’ve never been…fingered before,” you whisper the word like it’s dirty.

“Yeah but, you’ve had a guy in you before, so what’s the difference?” you don’t say anything, you stare at an invisible thread on your top. “Y/N, you’ve had sex before, right?” you can’t look at him as you shake your head with embarrassment. “Oh,” is all Rook says.

A tense silence settles over the two of you. You feel flustered and uncomfortable as the silence grows between you. You want to know what he’s thinking but you’re too scared to ask him so instead you just sit there and allow the noise from downstairs to drown it out. You don’t want to be the first one to say something because you don’t really know what to say to make the awkwardness go away. Rook takes the burden off you.

“I could be your first,” he whispers. You look up at him and he’s watching you intently.

“You…you would do that for me?” you ask, so shocked by the gesture that you almost throw yourself at him. In the back of your mind, a little voice is telling you that this is a bad idea but you push it down. Do now, think about consequences later.

“Of course I would, you’re my ride or die,” your heart flutters like it does every time he says that to you.

You know it means something completely different to him as it does to you but it still warms your insides just the same. You nod your head in agreement and Rook smiles at you.

“Lie down, baby,” he instructs you and you lie back.

He is between your legs again but this time he is using only his mouth and it is heaven. You haven’t really fooled around with guys because they usually want it to end the same way and you’ve just never been ready for that with anyone, besides Rook. At least with Rook, you know it with mean something, even if only to you. His tongue is flicking your swollen clit and you moan as you tangle your fingers into his hair. You tug and grind as he sucks on the bud of nerves. Your legs tremble as you feel that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach that you get when you use your fingers. Suddenly, you're seeing stars as an orgasm crashes over you. Rook's tongue stills as your thighs tighten around his head. You release him as you come down from your high. He stands and begins to strip his clothes, one article at a time.

You take the moment to allows your eyes to rake over his body. You never normally get to ogle at him so obviously so you make the most of it. You study the way his muscles move and contract as he lifts is t-shirt over his head to reveal abs and a defined V. He has a small trail of hair starting from his naval and disappears into his black briefs. You know pretty much every tattoo on his skin but they look different somehow. Maybe because you're not just catching random glimpses of them in Colson's pool. He catches you watching him and he grins at you.

"Like what you see, honey?" you nod your head and he chuckles.

He removes his briefs and your eyes nearly fall out of your head. He's big, bigger than you expected, and thick. If you weren't nervous about this before, you definitely are now that you know what is coming. It was shocking enough when he put a single finger inside you. He rests himself back between your leg and helps you remove your top. You feel self-conscious as his eyes rake over your body and your skin erupts into goose bumps as he trails a finger from your neck, down between the valley of your breasts, not stopping until he gets to your pubic bone.

"How have I never noticed how amazing your body is?" he asks in a serious tone. He looks up at your eyes and smiles and you bite your lip feeling like a goddess.

"Because you're blind," you joke with a laugh.

"Yeah, in more ways than one," he mutters under his breath.

You're fairly sure you weren't meant to hear that. He grabs his length and begins to rub himself up and down your entrance.

"I'm just lubricating myself to try and minimise the pain for you, ok?"

You nod and he continues, not realising that every time his rubs the head of his cock against your clit, your stomach flips with pleasure. He looks up at you through his lashes and your heart almost stops. He's so devastatingly handsome and you know this is going to hurt emotionally so much in the light of day. But for now, you just try and be in the moment.

"This is going to hurt, so you tell me to stop whenever you need, ok baby?" you nod and hold your breath. "Don't hold your breath, it makes it worse. Just breathe with me, ok?"

He leans down so that his chest is pressed up against your breasts and takes deliberate deep breaths so you can feel his movements. He begins to move and you cry out in pain as the unfamiliar pressure and tearing feeling. Your eyes water and you can't stop the sob that escapes your lips.

"Do you want me to stop, honey?" Rook asks with concern but his voice is strained. You shake your head and he continues to move.

He encapsulates your lips with his to try and catch each one of your cries of pain and help distract you. He takes deep breaths to remind you to breathe and it actually does help. Once he's completely inside of you, he stills his hips to allow you to get use to the feeling of being stretched.

"I…I think I'm ok now," you whisper in his ear.

He slowly pulls out of you and although it throbs, the pain is not nearly as bad. After a few slow movements, the pain has been replaced with pleasure and you start to moan and grind against Rook. You hook your thighs around his hips and wrap your arms around his body to hold him as close to you as possible. He places kisses all over your neck and across the top of your breasts as he quickens his pace, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

"So beautiful," he moans into your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe.

You feel that knot in the pit of your stomach as he continues to hit that same delicious spot over and over again. You can't hold out any longer as the stars return.

"Rook!" you cry out as your climax hits you harder than it did the first time. Your body is trembling but Rook's hips don't slow as you come down from your high which makes the feeling so much better.

"Fuck, Y/N!" he cries out and he pulls out of you, spraying your stomach in his warm cum. He pants and collapses on top of you, catching his breath. "Wait here," he pants and climbs off you. He pulls on his jeans without his briefs and heads out the door, closing it softly behind him.

You lie there in your afterglow, completely high off the moment. You're not thinking about tomorrow. You're not thinking about how this is only going to make you want Rook more than ever. This moment right here, is enough.

Rook returns with a damp wash cloth and he wipes the tender area between your thighs as softly as possible. He cleans your stomach and assess the sheets.

"There's a bit of blood on the sheets so you'll have to hop off so I can change them. You should go pee, stops you from getting any infections. I probably should've warn a rubber."

You can't distinguish his feelings from his tone of voice. He almost sounds like a doctor or something. Just spurting off random facts without any emotion or concern. You put your clothes back on and excuse yourself to the bathroom. As you're peeing, the thoughts you were trying to push away earlier have begun to creep in.

This was a mistake. He can't even look at me any more. He probably already regrets it. He knows virgins get attached to the first guy they sleep with. He was just committing to the moment. He didn't really mean it when he called me baby.

There's a gentle knock at the door and you're pulled out of your thoughts. You pull your underwear up and finish in the bathroom. You open the door and Rook is standing there, looking sheepish again and he rubs his neck.

"The bed is ready," he says and you're slightly confused but you nod anyway.

He leads you back to the bedroom and sure enough, there are fresh sheets on the bed. The old sheets are rolled into a ball in the corner and Rook tells you he'll wash them tomorrow before Colson can see them. You sit on the edge of the bed again and this time, instead of feeling awkward, you feel an overwhelming sense of grief. You're mourning the loss of the best friendship you've ever had and the feeling is just too much. Your eyes begin to well and tears finally spill.

"Hey honey, why are you crying?" Rook asks with concern, pulling you to his chest and stroking your hair.

"Because that's it. We're going to go back to just being friends and we won't talk about this and it will get awkward until eventually-"

"I don't want to go back to just being friends," he interrupts you. He pulls your head back so he can cups your cheeks between his large hands. "Sex is not always like that. That was…amazing. I know this might be hard for you to believe but that is the best I've ever had and it was because it was with you, someone I care about, someone I…love. I don't want to be just your first, I want to be your last."

Rook studies your face, trying to gauge your emotions. Your face breaks out into a huge smile and practically launch yourself at him, kissing him passionately. He chuckles against your lips as they assault him with kisses.

"Say it," he whines against your lips.

"First and last."

@mgkisdaddytho

#jp cappelletty x reader #rook cappelletty #rook imagine #rookxx #rook x reader #rook fluff #rook smut

[zombiekiller29]

Just Rook try to cheer a friend up

#jp cappelletty x reader #fake text messages

[triplexdoublex]

Good Enough To Eat

Pairing: Colson, Rook, Slim, Baze, Modsun, Travis Barker X Reader

Warnings/Tags: Gangbang, implied consent, all holes filled, Sacrelige, mentions of a foot fetish

a/n: This was much harder to write than I anticipated -- 6 dicks, 6 tongues, 12 hands (and dont even make me do the math on fingers) is a lot to keep track of , especially when they’re all on/in one body at once. Reader is written as not really being familiar with who they all out so you’ll see then more often referred to by description or known references to help you figure out who’s who. Names are only really mentioned when another character is saying them. Also please note Justin and Sophie weren’t around when I started this fic over a year ago , so that’s why they’re not included . Enjoy!

“…Happy birthday, Dear Rookie, happy birthday to you!” Six male voices clamor in celebration, as you lay on the table before them ; your nude body a flesh platter, serving up the freshest array of strategically placed sashimi and rolled sushi.

“Damn, that looks good enough to eat!” The shaggy blonde announces; his words dripping with inuendo.

“KELLS!” The man to his left warns.

“Oh, for Fucks sake Slim you know you were thinking it too.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t say it, cuz I’m polite like that.” Slim responds suppressing a laugh.

It’s not the first time you had a customer say something like that; and in your line of work, it certainly won’t be the last. This time it felt a bit different though— Usually it’s a group of middle aged business men with grey hair and overpriced suits making lewd remarks and trying to get handsy in lieu of using their chopsticks as they feasted off your body, but this time the suggestive nature of the gorgeous, young, heavily tattooed men’s words have you imagining them feasting on your body in other ways.

“Yo, Rook! Listen man I don’t give a shit if it’s your birthday, you ain’t sitting at the end of the table near her feet— g’ the fuck outta my seat!”

“All yours, Kells,” Rook laughs with an eyeroll getting up to switch seats with the tall blonde, knowing his friend's affinity for a pedicured pair.

“Perfect,” he smirks, taking his new seat as he admires your toes.

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“Aye, yo if none a y’all are gonna be brave enough to go for the last piece above her pussy—I’m calling dibs,” the blonde announces rising from seat, his lanky body towering over you before bending at the waist. He firmly plants his hands on the table; one on each side of your hips and dips his head. “It seems I’ve forgot my chopsticks,” he states, looking up at you through his pale blonde lashes. “and it’s rude to eat with your hands,” he dips his head lower, his mouth just centimeters away from where you were picturing it earlier.

Using his tongue as a scoop, he lifts a small chunk of raw Salmon into his mouth; the decorative leaf placed under it for hygienic purposes is the only barrier between his tongue and where you want it most. He barely has to chew the soft raw fish — it’s so fresh—before swallowing it down.

“Best bite yet,” he licks his lips seductively. “Say, sweet girl— you wouldn’t happen to have any dessert for us tonight, would you? He glides a finger along the seam of where your two bare thighs meet.

His crew and friends shift awkwardly in their seats, beginning to worry the self-proclaimed ‘wild boy’ is taking things too far when,suddenly they take notice of how the blondes touch has your legs spreading easier than butter on warm toast.

“I don’t think we’ll be needing these anymore,” he smirks before removing the three strategically placed leaves and last of your modesty.

He takes your breasts in his hands, groping them as his mouth descends a trail of open mouth kisses down your naked torso. His friends watch in awe as Kells hands and mouth travel lower, his blonde head settling between your thighs. He licks one long languid stripe up your soaked slit before pausing.

“Silly me, where are my manners?” He wipes at his mouth . “Birthday boy always gets the first piece of cake.” He motions to Rook with a smirk.

Rook stands, his pants already tented as he makes his way over to between your thighs. He plucks an elastic from his wrist and quickly secures his braids back— and fuck, he’s even more gorgeous now without the braids obstructing the view of his ever changing hazel/green eyes and sexy dimples. He wraps his arms around your legs and grips your thighs with calloused hands swiftly pulling you to the edge of the table. You let out a surprised squeak at his actions, causing him to smirk as he places a series of kisses descending down your inner thighs before pausing to marvel at your wetness. Using his middle and ring finger he gathers your arousal and brings it to his lips, sucking the sweet elixir from his fingertips. He hums to himself enjoying the way you taste before diving in fully; those same two fingers plunging into you, and his mouth engulfing your clit. It feels like heaven as he slurps and sucks at it and you can tell he’s a man with a lot of experience under his belt — typical rockstar. It’s only a matter of time before the rest of the gang shows off their experience as well, swarming your naked body like ants at a picnic.

A expedition of hungry hands roam over the swell of your breasts and descend down your body to the valley between your thighs. In a state of arousal you allow them to use you as they want; touch, grab, taste and take turns with you as they please— everything a blur of euphoria.

Last you knew the birthday boy was working his magic between your thighs, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure , but now as they briefly flicker open a vision of the Virgin Mary begins to come into focus and for a moment you think perhaps you died and went to heaven—- it certainly feels that way. It’s not until your eyes fully focus you realize the image is inked upon the bald head of the man devouring you now. The absolute irony of the religious imagery being present during such an unholy act just turns you on even more— just another layer of taboo. The next thing you know it’s as if Jesus himself is hovering over you, long light brown hair dusting across your bare breasts as his cock moves insides you. Your words seem to match your thoughts and you cry out “Jesus Christ!” in a fit of pleasure as the long-haired man repeatedly slams into your G-spot.

“Someone give her something to shut her mouth up” the biblical-looking figure orders.

In an instant you felt a slippery tongue push in past your lips, the sweet taste of Shirley Temples still lingering on the green haired man’s taste buds. For a brief moment as his tongue fights against your own you find yourself wondering about his story— about how long he’s been sober. You noticed he hasn’t touched a drop of alcohol all night despite it being paraded in front of him, the boys downing shot after shot. Your thoughts are interrupted by the man still inside of you.

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind, Mod” he jokes “Slim, show him how it’s done!”

The salty flesh of a hard cock quickly replaces the sweet tongue that occupied your mouth. Standing above you he reaches down pinching both your nipples between his thumb and forefingers, giving them a series of tugs as he forces his cock down your throat. You notice his hands are much softer and less calloused than the other hands that are roaming and fondling your body, and you figure he must play a much more delicate instrument than the others, which is ironic given he’s being anything but with you.

It’s not long before there’s so much going on and you're completely drunk off pleasure that you can no longer even keep track of who’s mouth, who’s hands, who’s fingers and who’s cock, is where. All you know is you’ve came at least three times, you’ve been folded into every position possible , and every orifice is deliciously sore and well used. But your ass might just be the sorest of all, having been the blonde ring leader's favorite most of the evening; his huge cock stretching it and filling it so well. You wonder how much more your body can take and how much longer the men can possibly last, but truth be told, this is by far the best night you’ve ever had on the job and you never want it to end .

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[hollywoodxwhore]

KINKTOBER DAY 2: Riding

Rook x Female Reader

Well...two people wanted days 2 and 3 so I had to deliver! 😂 Day 2 is for the Rook fans. Also...his hair in that gif. Please, Rook, get rid of the braids. I beg of you. 😭

Rook always went crazy when you were on top. 

He loved nothing more than to watch his queen above him, tits bouncing and cheeks flushed and jaw slack as she fucked herself onto his dick while he just got to lie there and enjoy the show. It wasn’t that he didn’t like to be in control - he did sometimes, of course. But there was something about you on top of him that made him weak. 

His eyes were locked on your face as you worked yourself up, grinding on his dick. His breath hitched as he tried to hold back; he didn’t want to come already, but he could feel every soaking inch of you wrapped around him. His hands tightened on your thighs and his head tipped back as he fought the urge to fuck up into you.

“Oh, JP,” you whined, brow furrowing in pleasure as your hips jerked. 

“Yeah, baby,” Rook gritted, back arching slightly off the bed. “Ride me so, so good.”

“I’m close,” you gasped, and Rook nearly moaned in relief. He was close, too, had been for quite some time. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing firmly to help guide you on him. 

“Need you to come with me,” Rook managed breathlessly. “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded, jaw slack and eyes closed. Rook could tell you were close and placed his hand on your stomach, allowing for his thumb to rub circles in your clit. This pushed you over the edge, effectively pushing Rook over, too. As you tensed around him, Rook spilled inside you, hips jerking with a low groan. 

Afterward, you collapsed on his chest, panting as the two of you came down. Rook smirked into your neck, kissing it. “Love when you ride me, baby.”

“Good thing it’s my favorite,” you said with a smile. God, how had Rook gotten so lucky?

#rook #rook jp cappelletty #jp cappelletty #rook smut #rook fanfic #rook x reader #jp cappelletty fanfic #jp cappelletty smut

[thebreakup]

Requested by @triplexdoublex "I was thinking like a friends to lovers type thing where Colson and reader are best friends and they’re at like a carnival or arcade and colson wins a candy necklace choker from the candy claw machine and gives it to reader and she puts it on and later they go back to one of their houses and our watching a movie and she’s like snacking on the necklace stretching it from her neck to nibble on it , and innocently Colson’s like hey save some for me and goes to eat some and his lips graze her neck and she accidentally lets out a moan and it ends up leading to smut"

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Colson pulled his car up into the gravel car park of the carnival, in the distance a brightly lit Ferris Wheel was visible illuminating the dark October sky. Quickly he jumped out of the car and opened your door for you. "M'lady." He said with a joking bow of his head as he took your hand. "Goofball." You replied with a mock look of disappointment on your face which was quickly wiped away as your date for the night dragged you to the entrance of the fair like an excited kid. The scent of burnt sugar from whatever sickly treats were being cooked filled the air taking you back to your past couple birthdays. You were an October baby after all, your last couple birthdays spent in similar ways, you could tell today was going to be extra special though. Thanks to your reminiscing you didn't notice Colson had handed in your tickets and was tying an entry band around your wrist with haste as he rambled on. "We gotta try win something tonight, I'm a master at those ring toss games! Oo- remind me to take a candy apple back to Rook too!" You giggled up at him and leaned up on your tippy toes and pecked him on the cheek, enjoying the distinct scent of his cologne and a hint of weed still managing to power through. "I will, can't be having you two fighting again, now let's go before it gets too busy!" You slapped him on the back as you raced towards the Ferris Wheel. "Last one there is paying for the sweets!

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Now at a claw machine you were both taking turns attempting to win something, you were spending more money than what the prize was worth for sure but it was the journey not the destination in this instant. "Got it!!" Colson exclaimed with triumph, as if he just won the Olympics. "Take that!!" It was a background noise as you felt your heart swell when you saw a candy choker fall into the collection bay of the contraption. Colson immediately swiping it and pulling you into a hug. "Wouldn't this look just beautiful on Rook?" You laughed as you looked up at him. "Gonna do the honours of putting it on me?" You watched him through your eyelashes as you turned around and moved your hair out the way. You felt him press up against you from behind and clip the sweet treat to your neck being careful to not get it in your hair. "Why thank you." You said teasingly as Colson was red in the face and changed the subject quickly. "Let's g-go grab those candy apples before they run out and get back to my place!- It's getting late, the creepy crawlies might come out." He added confidently at the end once again grabbing your hand and dragging you to another stall.

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Now both of you were cuddled up on Colson's couch watching a plethora of spooky Halloween movies, even though it was 2 weeks until the holiday the mood felt right. Bloody Birthday, Freaky, Coraline and Child's Play were playing one by one on a Dvd Player, Colson exclaiming it was better the old school way. You didn't mind though, perfectly content spooning with him while you suckled on your candy choker he had won for you earlier in the evening. "Save some for me huh?" Colson chuckled as he licked the ball of candy that was half hanging out of your mouth. The action took you so off guard you shuddered and let out a squeak as his warm tongue dragged over your sticky syrup coated lips. "Mm. Cherry.." He mumbled to himself as he looked up at you with a smirk. Obviously a murder attempt on his part, those eyes cutting through you like a hot knife through butter as tension in the room rose. The screams of Chucky's last victim blurred out. Colson suddenly seemed very interested though as he quickly turned his attention back to the screen. You blushed furiously as you let the candy slip from your mouth it's stickiness resting itself on your clavicle. Determined now to get your own back you pushed back into Colson as he was the big spoon quickly managing to nestle your cheeks up against his crotch unsubtly. He still seemed determined to ruffle your feathers though as you took an even more drastic measure as you stood up and threw your striped tube top off revealing your lacy bralette. That certainly got his attention as he let his eyes drag up your body as he sat up in front of you. "Wow, you're really this desperate huh? Well since you started this you better finish this angelface." He chided you as he made quick work of getting his pants and vest off. "What are you waiting for?."

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Notes: I didn't know how to continue the smut so if it comes to me in the future I'll edit it and add it onto the end! Also a reminder I'm British so some of these words might be unfamiliar to American readers, I tried to use the American words for alot of this but some of them just really don't sound right to me so some of them may be different! <3 And I don't really have a taglist and typically tag people I know are part of the fandom and that I read their work so if you want to remove yourself from this you can just message me and be removed!

@triplexdoublex @cosmicbash @hollywoodxwhore @draculakells @blxxdyvalentine19xx @i-think-i-did-it-again @jaxbreaker

#mgk #colson x reader #colson baker #jp cappelletty #estxx #rookxx #rook cappelletty #machine gun kelly #halloween #fanfic #est19xx #est4life

[estcolson]

Unpopular opinion: I love rooks braids

#rookxx #mgk #machine gun kelly #est19xx #rook cappelletty #jp cappelletty #rook x reader #machine gun kelly x reader

[groovyzombiellama]

Imagine: You're friend with Colson and JP, and while he's doing a live, Colson films you teaching JP how to play the guitar, and since you're a rockstar, all your and their fans combines start tweeting about you

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@s4ilor-m4rs I'm sorry it took me so long to get to it :) I hope you like it, if there is anything you want me to change let me know :)

*I made the gifs and added the text, so if any of you want the gifs without the text let me know and I'll post them

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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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[marbledaesthetics]

EST19XX MASTERLIST

**this is all my original work, if you find any of my work being reposted, please let me know! I only post here and on AO3 under the same url**

Colson

ONESHOTS

At Your Back and By Your Side

reader insert, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, 3.9k

you show up on colson’s doorstep in the middle of the night. he takes care of you and helps you start to process what has happened to you.

warnings: anxiety and panic attacks, mentions of a violent sexual assault

BLURBS

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Rook

ONESHOTS

From Bathroom Mirrors

reader insert, fluff, 2.3k

you and rook do the quarantine date trend for your first anniversary

warnings: swearing, brief sexual references (female receiving oral), cringey fluff because i can’t write

Duty Calls

reader insert, fluff, 1.1k

rook and your daughter make pancakes

warnings: none

#masterlist #est19xx #mgk #colson #colson baker #machine gun kelly #rook #rookxx #rook cappelletty #jp cappelletty #mgk fluff #my writing #fic recs #colson baker imagines #machine gun kelly imagines #mgk imagines #mgk x reader #maching gun kelly x reader #colson baker x reader #rook imagines #rook cappelletty imagines #rookxx imagines #rook x reader #jp cappelletty x reader

[machine-gun-casie]

Teach Me?

(not my gif, found it on google can’t find who made it)

anon: Hey I'm so happy to know that you accept requests about Rook cause he needs more love. I love your imagine of Colson teaching the reader guitar. Could you possibly do the same with rook and the reader except with drums. Like maybe she was watching him practice or something and then he teacher her maybe her sitting on his lap? Idk just some really cute stuff. 

a/n: thought this was kinda cute but i didnt wanna make it too similar to the colson guitar one so no established relationship

wc: 900+

“Stop staring, you’re being creepy.” 

“What?” You asked, sitting up from your slumped position on the couch to face Colson who was next to you.

“You’re staring and it’s creepy. Stop.” He chuckled, not looking up from his phone.

“Am not.” You mumbled.

“Are too. The only reason Rook can’t tell is ‘cause he’s really into it.” Colson said, pointing at the drummer in question.

Rook was going crazy on the drums, in-ears in place and head banging with the beat. You had been watching him for who knows how long, it was so hypnotizing. And also you might have a little crush on him but that didn’t matter at all.

“I wasn’t tryna be creepy, it’s just that-”

“He’s drumming, I know.” Colson rolled his eyes with a smirk on his face. You had been friends since Colson’s first tour and your bias towards drummers didn’t go unnoticed by him. “Go talk to him and stop being creepy.”

“But-”

“Go! If you don’t, I’ll set him up with someone and you can spend the rest of tour being a little bitch.”

You gasped and narrowed your eyes at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me.” Colson smiled devilishly, eyes sparkling. “Hey Rook!” Your eyes grew wide at his words. Rook obviously heard nothing, but Colson loved watching you try to figure out what to do. “If you don’t do something, I’m gonna keep calling and you know he’s gonna hear me at some point.”

You looked at Colson and then over at Rook, and then back at Colson and back over at Rook. You rolled your eyes and let out a little sigh. “I fucking hate you.” You groaned as you stood up.

“You love me.” Colson laughed, taking a pillow off the couch and throwing it at your ass as you walked away. “Go get ‘em, tiger!”

You threw your middle finger up at him as you walked over to Rook and you could hear Colson cackling behind you.

When you approached Rook, you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt him. You were satisfied with just watching him bust it out on the drums, it almost felt like you were living vicariously through him. But staring up close was even more weird than staring at him from the couch, so you shook yourself out of it.

“Rook.” You said, hoping to get his attention, but that didn’t seem to work. “Rook!” You raised your voice. Still nothing. So you tapped his shoulder and that seemed to finally get his attention.

It was almost like he was woken up from a trance the way he got so confused and looked at his surroundings. But when he looked at you he smiled so big, like he was glad it was you interrupting him and not anyone else. “Hey, y/n. What’s up?”

“Uh, so…” You started, not knowing where to go with this. “I’ve been bugging Kells to give me drum lessons for ages, but he’s an asshole. I was hoping maybe you could teach me?”

“You wanna learn how to drum?” Rook asked, standing up and taking out one of his in-ears.

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to but I’ve never really had the chance.” You shrugged.

“No shit. I’d love to teach you. Come here.” Rook leaned back and pulled an extra stool out from behind him and put it right behind the first one. He sat down and patted the stool in front of him. “Sit here and we can start.”

“Oh right now?” You asked.

“Yeah, right now.” Rook chuckled. You giggled and sat down in front of him, trying so hard not to overreact when he pulled you closer into his chest. He placed his drum sticks in your palms and took out his phone. “Alright, so I’m gonna play a song and I want you to listen carefully. Try to connect what I hit on the drums to what you hear in the song, okay?”

You had never thought of it like that before and it made you want to try your hand at it even more. But your heart fell into your stomach when Rook took your closed fists into his hands to start. You knew it was coming but damn, those hands were something else. You were never one to drool over a guy’s hands before, but wow. 

As he led you with each beat of the drum and each crash of the cymbals, you almost forgot of his hands holding yours and his chest behind you. Actually sitting behind the drum set this time instead of watching from afar was blowing your mind. You always wished to understand how Rook felt on stage every night and you could almost taste it.

When the song was over, you felt yourself start deflating before you realised what just happened. Rook held you practically in his arms for three minutes and seven seconds. You let go of the drum sticks and let them fall into Rook’s hand and turned to face him.

Before he could say anything, you put your hand on his chin and led him into a kiss. His eyebrows shot up at the surprise, but he was anything but against it. He let the drum sticks in his hands clatter to the floor as he pulled you closer to him.

What you would later come to find out is that Colson was filming this entire interaction.

“Ay, watch this shit. I’m a fucking matchmaker, dude! Hit me up for all your matchmaker needs, I’ll hook you up.”

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

can u plzzz write a story about losing virginity with rook but then like super fluff aftercare🥺🥰

I will absolutely try my best for you! 🥰

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[zombiekiller29]

Mgk and Rookxx and reader

Kellz when to the club rookxx and reader stay home because rookxx was sick and reader wanted to take care of him

#jp cappelletty x reader #rook x reader x colson baker #colson x reader #text colson baker

[triplexdoublex]

Baby Makes Four

Pairings: Colson x Reader x Rook ( poly)

Warnings/tags: fluff, pregnancy, talk of possible abortion, pelvic exam, labor complications, emergency C-section

A/N: This is an AU they are not famous but I’m still using the nickname Rook. and Colson doesn’t have Casie. Admittedly not my best writing but I’m trying to get back into it. Enjoy!

You knew you should have been more careful; should have insisted on them wearing condoms, or got yourself on some type of birth control, especially given the uniqueness of your relationship. Polyamory isn’t for everybody but it was perfect for you, Colson and Rook. But now here you were five days late staring at a pink plus sign without the slightest clue to which one of them was the father. You weren’t sure how they were going to take the news; to be honest you weren’t exactly sure how you felt about it either. Part of you was thrilled, you always knew you wanted to be a mom one day, but the other part of you was scared to death; you didn’t know if you were ready for the responsibility quite yet. But one thing you knew for sure was you wanted the three of you to make the decision about what the future held for the pregnancy together.

**********

“ Hey.. uh I need to talk to you boys about something,” you started nervously over breakfast.

“Of course , what is it, baby? Colson responded followed by Rook, “Everything okay?”

“I’m not sure how to start or even how I feel about this yet to be completely honest, so I’m just gonna come out and say it …. “I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, shit I’m gonna be a dad! Colson exclaimed in shock but his expression was unreadable.

“Or… I’m gonna be a dad?” Rook looked to Colson with the same unclear expression.

“Oh fuck! Which one of us is the Dad?” Colson questioned.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” You raised your hands up in a shrug only to let them fall back down on the table in defeat.

“But there’s like tests and shit that can tell who’s the dad right?” Colson asked. “Like before it’s born or do we have to wait until after?”

“Please—!” You shouted, holding up your hand for him to stop. You were getting overwhelmed by all the questions, when the biggest question of all hadn’t even been decided .. “I’m not even sure anyones gonna be a dad!” You left it at that, assuming they would figure out what you were trying to say.

“Ohh… you’re getting rid of it? I- I just assumed we were keeping it.” Colson said, probably too nonchalantly.

“Jesus Christ, Colson! It’s a baby not a stray cat! Do you have to be so blunt about it. Fuck!” You slapped your hand over your eyes like just maybe your fingers could dam the river of tears that started to flow.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry baby,” Colson got up from his seat to embrace you. “I didn’t mean it to come out like that, I’m just as scared and nervous as you,” he kissed the top of your head. “But I know whatever decision you make will be the right one for us, right Rookie?” Colson looked to Rook trying to get something out of him — anything, he’d been far too quiet about the whole thing.

“Of course,” Rook got up and joined Colson in hugging you. “I’m sorry, I think I’m still in shock,” he excused his lack of engagement in the news. “I’ll one hundred percent support whatever you decide but honestly— I wouldn’t mind having a baby around here.”

“Really? … Seriously? … You mean that?” You asked, each individual question punctuated with a sniffle as you looked up at a tear- distorted view of Rook, your whole demeanor shifting.

“Really. But listen.. your only what—a couple weeks? This doesn’t have to be decided right now, or even overnight. What do you say we give it a weeks time, let it really sink in and give it some more thought?” Rook suggested.

“You’re right,” you started wiping at your eyes, still sniffing. “Okay, let’s do that”

****************

In a weeks time the amount of touches, kisses and overall attention your still unchanged belly was getting made the decision quite obvious— the baby was here to stay.

Panic transitioned into excitement as the three of you grew accustomed to the idea of being parents; it has been decided that neither man would find out the true paternity and that you would raise the baby as a family of four — 3 parents, 1 child. Colson would be Dad and Rook, Pops— just as he referred to his own dad.

It surprised you how quickly they both fell into the fatherly role. Colson’s gave up smoking cigarettes because you couldn’t stomach the smell. Rook asked his chef friend Steve to teach him to cook so he could assist with dinner when you weren’t feeling up to it, or just needed to get off your feet for a while— and you were so thankful for it because you both know Colson’s couldn’t so much as fry an egg . They also both took turns reading what piece of fruit the baby was the size of each week from your pregnancy app, and accompanying you to doctors appointments — until you banned Colson anyways.

“Well, it’s official— Colson’s only allowed at ultrasound appointments from now on, since he has the mind of a teenage boy and can’t handle being in the exam room.” You announced to Rook as you and Colson entered the house the three of you share, after attending his first prenatal exam with you.

“You didn’t!?” Rook gave Colson a knowing, and disapproving look.

“Bro, they had her legs all spread n’ shit and fingers in her, I couldn’t help it!” Colson tried to defend himself.

“It’s just a medical procedure you horndog!” Rook scolded.

“Yeah, we’ll tell that to my dick!!!

***

He wasn’t much more behaved at your ultrasound appointment either, loudly announcing “Oh that’s definitely MY son!” when the ultrasound tech was easily able to tell you were having a boy at your twenty week anatomy scan.

“You’ll have to excuse him, he didn’t come with a filter” Rook said, nudging colson with a sharp elbow. “Which he better fix before our baby gets here!”

“Hey, better a dad with no filter than no dad at all,” the ultrasound tech joked. “You wouldn’t believe how many moms I see in here having to go through pregnancy and motherhood completely alone.But you and this little guy —” she spoke looking towards you as she moved the cool, slippery wand over your plump belly. “— seem to be blessed with two dads in the picture?” She said with a hint of question in her voice. “Sorry if I’m being nosey.”

“No worries, you’re fine” you smiled before answering. “Yeah, we have a unique relationship; it’s not exactly your traditional family. And to be completely honest we’re not sure which one of them is the dad and we don’t plan to find out either, but these two definitely have fun teasing each other about who’s baby it is. You should have seen this one—” you thumbed over to Rook. “—gloating when I started craving sushi; HIS favorite food. He insisted it was the baby who actually wanted it and therefore meant the baby was his. And of course I got all hormonal and cried when I found out I couldn’t actually eat sushi.”

“Screw traditional! You guys are happy and this baby is healthy and loved and that’s all that matters.” The tech said , as she removed the lubricating gel from your belly with a towel. “All set”

*******

The rest of the pregnancy went by smoothly— sure you were tired and grew increasingly more uncomfortable with each passing day as the pregnancy continued to flourish and your belly expanded but it was so worth it. You couldn’t wait to meet your little bundle of joy and the boys were equally as excited. They enjoyed assembling the nursery together; Rook handled decorating and hanging up clothes , while Colson configured and set up the crib and furniture with minimal swearing. In fact, Colson had grown and matured a lot in the last few months. He loved their little boy already and he wanted to be the best father he possibly could. He didn’t have the best role model as a child and he would be damned if he was gonna let history repeat itself.

Everything was looking up and going according to plan … until it wasn’t.

“Baby’s heart rates dropping!” The doctor announced while you were in labor. “Prep the O.R. STAT! We’ve got a cord compression on our hands.”

“Boys, I’m gonna need you to step out of the way and return to the waiting room. We’re taking her for an emergency C-section. Someone will be out to update you both as soon as possible.” A nurse stated as she shuffled through the chaos of getting you ready for transport.

“No way, we’re staying by her side the whole time.” Colson turned to follow your gurney down the hallway, with Rook close behind.

“I’m sorry boys, that’s not possible, not for an emergency C- section.” The nurse informed them, her body blocking their path. “Now please go to the waiting room.”

“Please, you have to let us go with her!” Colson begged, tears streaming down his face. “Y/N!!” He cried out reaching for you as you were wheeled around the corner.

“Colson, C’mon man,” a teary-eyed Rook placed a comforting and guiding hand up onto Colson’s chest. “Let’s go.”

Colson knew he could have easily pushed past that nurse and ran after you, and to be honest the old Colson —the Colson from a few months ago— would’ve done just that. But he realized now that all that was gonna do was get him kicked out of the hospital and make things more difficult for you, and that’s the last thing you needed right now , so he reluctantly followed Rook into the waiting area where they sat with interlocked hands, wet eyes, worried faces, and trembling knees until the doctor arrived. The few seconds it took the doctor to pull down his mask to speak seemed like an eternity to the boys; the state of you and their baby feeling like the fate of Schrödinger's cat.

“Mom and baby are doing well, they’re in the recovery room now. I’ll take you to go see them.”

“Oh thank Fuck!” Rook exhaled like he’s been holding his breath the whole time they were in the waiting room. And the two boys shared a grateful hug before following the doctor.

“Hey guys,” you smiled, happy to finally see them again. “Meet your son,” you handed the baby to Rook as he was closer to the edge of your bed.

“Hi, little guy—“

“Oh shit —shoot, sorry.” Colson interrupted, “I just realized we haven’t picked a name yet.”

“Actually, I hope you guys don’t mind but … before they put me under I told a nurse if anything happened to me or him —” your voice cracked. “— that I wanted him to be named CJ, after his dads.”

“CJ?” Colson questioned , the initials not quite clicking at the moment.

“Yeah CJ… Colson John.” You clarified, making both boys' eyes sparkle with happy tears.

“Yeah, that’s right buddy you got two dads, and I know one day when you’re older, you’ll probably look or act more like one of us than the other and it will be more obvious but I want you to know that even if you grow up to be 6’4, blonde, with a temper— I’ll always love you as my own,” Rook gave a small chuckle before handing the baby over to Colson.

“Same here, little man. You’ll always be mine even if one day you’re a 5’9” shrimp, who makes poor hair choices.” Colson teased.

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[hollywoodxwhore]

Here to answer your pleas!

❝ i've seen the way you look at her/him/them, if she/he/they is/are the one, then leave. be with your true soulmate. ❞

with Rook being insecure about Y/N hanging with other male friend's?

Rook knew he was being ridiculous. He knew that Y/N would never string him along intentionally. She was as straight-forward as a person could get. But he couldn't shake off his trust issues, his jealousy, his lack of self-worth. And the closer Y/N grew to Colson and the other guys, the worse Rook felt. It had all come to a head tonight, and Y/N was staring at Rook, dumbfounded at the words he'd just spoken: "I've seen the way you look at Kells. If he's the one, then leave. Be with your true soulmate."

"J-JP," Y/N said, her eyes widening slightly. "Wh-what are you talking. about?"

Rook tore his tattooed fingers through his hair and huffed in frustration. He turned around and walked to the window, looking out over the city. Between shows, the crew was staying at a hotel, so far from home. Maybe that was part of the reason Rook was so on edge.

Rook jumped slightly when he felt hands slide over his shoulders, arms wrapping around his neck lightly. He felt Y/N tremble against him, heard the tightness of her voice when she spoke. "P-please don't leave me, John. You're the only one I want."

Rook took a deep breath, drumming his fingers restlessly on the windowsill. "Y/N...just be honest with me," he said quietly. He was used to girls choosing Colson over him. Rook was shorter. Younger. Quieter. Less talented. Less attractive, in his opinion. But this one hurt. Y/N was the first girl he'd ever truly loved.

"I am being honest with you. Why are you doing this?" Y/N's voice broke on the last word and she cried quietly against his back. "I don't want Colson. I want you!"

Rook's heart broke a little. As upset as he was, Y/N was everything to him, and hearing her cry pained him. He turned around and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. Embarrassingly, he felt tears fill his eyes, too. Y/N sniffled and cried. into his neck, clinging to him.

Could Rook really have been imagining things? Was he taking this too far? He knew that sometimes he overreacted, but was this one of those times? He couldn't take it if Y/N really did want Colson.

"JP?" Y/N asked quietly.

"Yeah?" Rook croaked.

"If I didn't want to be with you," she said, "I wouldn't be. I would never string you along, baby. I think you know that."

Rook did. But sometimes, his brain tried to trick him.

"I don't want Colson," she said quietly. "He's great, but he isn't you. He isn't the man I love, John."

Rook pulled back from the embrace and studied Y/N's face. She looked so sincere, her bright eyes watery, tears brimming against her lower lids.

Rook brought his hands up to cup her face. "I'm giving you this chance," he croaked. "If you want to leave, tell me now."

Y/N was quiet, her own hands coming up to cup Rook's face. "I don't want to leave," she said, never once breaking eye contact. "I love you, JP. No one else." She shook her head to drive home the point.

Rook let out a shaky breath and hung his head. "I'm so sorry," he said miserably. "I don't know why I get so jealous and worked up."

Y/N smiled softly and tipped his head up. "It's kinda cute," she teased.

"Shut up," Rook said, unable to bite back his grin.

"There's my favorite smile," Y/N said softly. She bit her lip and stepped closer to Rook, pressing her lips to his. "I love you, JP," she murmured against his lips.

"I love you, too," Rook whispered, curling his hands tightly around Y/N's waist to bring her in for another kiss. Relief coursed through him as he relaxed. Y/N was his. She didn't want anyone else. I'm so lucky, he thought as he drew her closer to him, content to kiss her until he could no longer breathe.

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[oopsiedoopsie23]

The princess and the drummer | Rook x reader

A/N: Soooo I sort of drifted away from the prompt but I actually liked how this turned out so forgive me my loves. Also, wouldn’t mind doing a part 2 to this so let me know if ya want one <3

Prompt: Rumours spiral when the reader, a famous pop star, is spotted getting drum lessons from a certain drummer ;)

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea Y/N, you have press starting soon for your album and we really need to control what the press is saying about you before then, being there will do nothing but hurt your image right now.”

“Mhm...mhm...”

“Y/N are you even listening to me? I’m trying to save your image, you know?”

You sighed as you took another sip of your beer before putting your phone back to your ear.

“Look, all I’m doing is hanging out with my friends before their concert tonight, it’s fine, I don’t see how that could possibly end my career.”

“I’m not saying that this will end your career...”

“Perfect! So if it doesn’t end my career then I don’t give a shit.”

You end the phone call before quickly downing the rest of your beer.

“Damn girl who the fuck did you just kill?”

You turn around and see none other than your best friend himself, MGK, in what you like to call his prime element, joint in one hand, microphone in the other, wearing expensive clothes that he was definitely gonna strip off 5 minutes into his concert.

“What makes you think that I killed anybody?” you smirked as you took the joint out of his hand. “The fact that you just downed that beer and sounded like you wanted to shoot whoever you were on the phone with, in the balls.”

You laughed, almost choking on the smoke coming out of your lungs as you hand the joint back to him. “Trust me, I wanted to do a lot worse to that fucking idiot.” You roll your eyes, “My manager says that they’re the best publicist in this stupid ass industry, but they seem more like a fucking babysitter with a stick up their ass, to me.”

This time it was Colson’s turn to laugh. “C’mon dude forget that shit, you can keep us company during sound check.”

You nodded, accepting his invitation, following your best friend through the  venue’s small hallways and staircases leading to the stage.

“Damn Col, this is a dope ass venue.” you whistled, the venue was definitely smaller than you were used to but with all of the lights and screens set up, it created an atmosphere that felt almost euphoric.

“I know, it might not be one of the arenas that you perform at but this is something else.”

You turn around, ready to smack Colson for his slight dig at you when you hear another voice interrupt you,

“Hey sweetheart, heard you were about to kill someone over the phone earlier!”

“Rook...always the gentleman.” you smile as you take the beer from his hands.

The two of you stand in silence for a bit, admiring the venue and each taking small sips of your beers.

“Do you know how to play the drums?”

You almost spit out your mouthful of beer as you begin laughing.

Rook can’t help but join in as he watches you fall to the ground, clutching your stomach from laughing so hard. “What? You seem like the type of girl to kill someone in their sleep so you must play the drums at least a little bit.”

“I sing fucking pop music Rook, and what is it with everyone calling me a murderer today?”

“In my defence, your music gives off more of a ‘sweet but psycho’ vibe and not much of a ‘pop princess’ vibe.”

You watch as the drummer smiles wide, as if he’s about to laugh at his own joke, before stretching his hand outward slightly, like he’s offering you to take it.

“C’mon even pop stars can learn how to play the drums.”

You blush slightly as you take his hand, allowing him to lead you up another set of stairs that led to the drum set.

“So...this is my home.” you giggle as Rook picks up one of his drumsticks using it to point to each part of the drum, explaining what they do, you were so entranced by him and his passion for the instrument that it takes you a few minutes to notice that he was still gently holding onto your hand.

It isn’t until he leaves to grab more beer that he lets go of your hand. You can’t help but feel as if your hands miss the warmth and gentleness of his as you’re sitting in his seat holding his drumsticks, awaiting his return.

“Y’all motherfuckers need to get a room.”

You spin in the seat, glaring at your best friend who was leaning against the wall, seemingly watching you.

“First of all, you look creepy as fuck, second, you know that we’re just friends.”

Colson smirks at you before taking a sip of whatever poison he was drinking, “Then why were the two of you holding hands the whole time?”

You blush as you realize that you weren’t the only one that had noticed.

“Hey I got one for you too, in case you wanted one.” 

Rook carefully sets the beers on the ground before turning to you.

“What are you smiling about?”

“The fact that after this lesson, I’m gonna give you a run for your money.”

Rook laughs and you can’t help but feel your heart skip a beat as you see how wholesome his smile is.

“Okay then, let’s see what the pop princess can do on the drums.” 

“I thought that I was more of a psycho than a princess?” you smirked

“Well it depends on how much you give me a run for my money, princess.”

You swear that you almost fall off of the chair at the nickname. Rook notices your slight surprise and takes the opportunity to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your shoulders so that he was able to put his hands around yours on the drumsticks.

Your breath hitches as you move your head up so that you were looking back into his eyes. 

You watch as his eyes slowly scan down your body, from your eyes to your lips, to your cleavage that you knew you were giving him a better view of, from your positions. You smirk as you take advantage of his surprise to grab the sides of his face, pulling him downwards so that both of your lips collided. 

You felt electricity go throughout your body. It was as if you could feel a spark buzzing throughout your body travelling from your lips to your feet. You felt his hands slightly graze over your hips and you try your hardest to hold back a moan.

“Hey Rook, if you’re done tongue fucking my friend can we do our sound check now?”

The two of you stop kissing and look down to see Colson smiling at the two of you, phone in hand, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

You were on such a high from your make out session with Rook that it took you a second to realize that Colson was filming the two of you. Rook immediately noticed you tense up and put his hand on the small of your back, trying to calm you down.

“Kells are you filming this shit?”

“Hell yeah dude, I’m live right now, I want to make sure that we have a video of this so we can play this shit at your fucking wedding!”

You groan and put your head in your hands, knowing that Colson’s video of you and Rook was definitely going to cause an onslaught of articles written about the two of you. And just as you were about to reach for your beer, as if it was clockwork, your phone began buzzing like crazy.

You sighed looking back up at Rook, who was still looking down at you, watching you with worried eyes, with his hand on your back.

“It’s all over the websites isn’t it?”

“You bet your ass it is! What in God’s name were you thinking? You’re a pop star for fuck’s sake not some groupie! I told you that you should’ve just stayed home! I knew that you were gonna do something to mess all of our hard work up!”

You didn’t know if it was the fact that you were 2 or 3 beers in, or if it was the fact that you still felt a buzz of electricity coursing through your veins but you had enough of this bullshit publicist and were ready to actually put them through a fucking grave like everyone thought you would.

You stood up, grabbing your beer, holding your finger up to Rook, signalling for him to give you a minute before walking away slightly so that you were behind a wall, safe from prying eyes and Colson’s drunk livestream.

“Listen up you little shit, I’m sick and tired of you thinking that I will do whatever the fuck that you say, and treating me like I’m some precious pop star. When you said ‘our’ hard work I think that you misspoke because the only work that’s been done is me working my ass off, making music that I don’t even like and pretending to be someone that I’m not!”

“So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that from now on, I’m gonna do the shit that I want, not giving a fuck about what the press will say in the stupid fucking interviews and...you’re fired.”

“Wha-”

“Tell my manager to find me a better fucking publicist.”

You end the call, before leaning against the wall, trying to catch your breath.

“Should I call the police to report a murder?”

You look to your side and see Rook looking at you with worried eyes.

“I think that I might have to throw away my phone to get rid of the evidence.” 

Rook chuckles before stepping in front of you and taking both of your hands in his. “You know, we never really got to finish our drum lessons.”

“So does that make me a psycho or a princess?”

“I don’t know I haven’t decided yet...I think that we need to finish where we left off first, to help me make a decision.”

You roll your eyes as the two of you connect lips once again, reigniting the sparks that were flying.

“You do know that all of the fucking websites are going to be saying that you were making out with some mystery drummer right?”

You can’t help but burst out laughing, as you wrap your arms around his neck,

“The princess and the drummer...I like the sound of that.”

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Let me know if you want a part 2 my loves :)

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