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i-think-i-did-it-again · 6 months

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The Tour XVI

A/N: Another heavy Rook chapter!

Warnings: swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He never stopped looking at you that way.”

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

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

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

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triplexdoublex · 1 year

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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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machinegunkellymexico · 11 months

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📸 Rook via IG.

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thebreakup · 2 years

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They're fruity your honour 😭😩💓

#Yungblud #rookxx #this is a joke #jp cappelletty #dom harrison #machine gun kelly #estxx #rook cappelletty #jpcappelletty

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blxxdyvalentine19xx · 9 months

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Rookie going to a Taylor Swift concert is a crazy concept

#machine gun kelly #rookxx #rook cappelletty

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local-gay-emo · 1 year

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Rook appreciation post because he is so underrated and so are his braids like he looks hot with and without them. I love him so much smh.

#jp cappelletty #rook cappelletty #music #hot mf #how is he so fine #marry me

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pixiedust0 · 2 years

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𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒

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

❥𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 𝟷.𝟸𝙺

❥𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𑁍☾𑁍☾𑁍☾𑁍

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bondtravels · 1 year

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I’m the worst and it took me so long to post the #MiniatureFriends™️ update.

I met Kells in July of 2019 which is when he said Rook was his Miniature Friend™️. When I met Rook in September of 2020, I totally froze up and forgot how to speak. Lmao.

Anyways, for my bday this year my bf took me to Philly. Kells just happened to have a show there during our visit so we decided to spontaneously go. I bought a signed drum stick from merch without knowing that it came with a Rook meet and greet! After I paid, the lady said my purchase meant I could meet Rook after the show. I was floored but also ready this time. I wasnt going to freeze. I knew exactly what I was going to say.

So please enjoy this video of Rook finding out Kells called him his Miniature Friend™️ lmao 💀 You can’t hear what I’m saying and the lady was RUSHING me, but his reaction was worth it.

#mgk #colson baker #machine gun kelly #rookxx #rook cappelletty #philly #philadelphia #pennsylvania #miniaturefriends

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estcolson · 2 years

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Unpopular opinion: I love rooks braids

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

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mgklove99xx · 1 year

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Rook ❤️

#jp cappelletty #rookxx #rook jp cappelletty #rook cappelletty #est19xx #rookie cappelletty

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 7 months

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The Tour XIV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell is your problem?”

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

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

Smack!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is that what he’s really upset about?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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