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Wake up, wake up, wake up. Brush your teeth and light the J up
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machinegunkellyimagines
Relationships are sloppy, you fight and argue and apologize and the cycle is never ending.
Your fights with Kells, at least the non-work-related ones, were usually based on the same shit.
‘Its three in the morning Kells.’ you said as he entered the bedroom.
‘We asked if you wanted to come.’he said as he began undressing.
‘I would have loved to go, but aunt flow said “bitch you thought”, anyway how many girls were there this time?’ you asked as you closed your laptop.
‘Please babe, lets not do this tonight.’ Kells groaned as he got under the covers.
‘I’m just asking how many girls threw their asses at you tonight. Your current best that I know of is twelve, I know because I was there.’ you said.
‘(Y/N) it doesn’t matter how many girls dance around me, because I come here, to you, every night.’
‘That doesn’t actually make me feel better Kells, it just means after you do whatever with whoever you come here.’ you argued.
‘I’m not doing anything with anyone but you, yes I drank and yes I danced, but that’s all I did.’ Kells promised.
You sighed as you realized you were being ridiculous.
‘I’m sorry, I’m being nuts and a jealous girlfriend stereotype.’ you apologize as you lay down facing Kells.
‘It’s OK.’
‘It’s just…you’re famous and groupies are a given, but no one knows you are even in a relationship.’
‘Maybe it’s time we go public, let people know that I’m off the market.’ Kells suggested.
‘I’d love that, but we have to really think this through. This affects both of us like crazy, the tabloids alone are gonna mean constant surveillance and paparazzi. I can expect a flood of followers and plausible death threats. Not to mention that we haven’t told Cassie-’ you rambled.
‘Babe, take a deep breath calm down. If anyone can power through all that crap its you, and as for Cassie she loves you, and so does her mom.’ Kells assured.
‘But…I’ll be in tabloids and shit, they are going to take bad photos of me in my sweats eating Chipotle and KFC.’ you pouted.
Kells laughed as he pulled you closer to him.
‘It doesn’t matter, you look the cutest when you’re eating…and I love your sweats, easy removal.’ he smiled before leaning in to kiss you but you pulled back.
‘That was sweet as hell, but you smell like a cluster fuck of booze, and I’m still on my period as previously stated.
‘Shit.’ Kells whined.
‘Rain check? I’ll even even use your favorite toy.’ you promised.
‘We agreed we wouldn’t talk about it.’
dare-tofailmachinegunkellyimagines
You sighed as you watched Kells and all the boys roam around the convenience store.
So far all was well, just the usual horse play and foul language, you were used to it now.
Your job title was tour management, but what it meant was babysitter. Keep them out of legal trouble and mostly out of harms way
After Kells broke his arm the actual manager hired you, the pay was amazing (because the job sucked) and you got to travel basically free. So the scale was balanced you guessed.
You look up and see that Kells is carrying like ten things in his arms.
‘I can get you a basket.’ you said.
‘Nope, I’m good.’ he said as he continued picking up stuff to satisfy his weed induced munchies.
‘Are you sure you don’t want a basket?’ you asked again.
‘I’m perfectly fine.’
‘What if I said I saw hot pockets in the next aisle?’ you grinned.
‘Yo do not play with me. For real?’ he said looking serious.
‘I’m dead ass.’ you smiled.
Kells rushed to the other aisle, you’d learned he really loved hot pockets when you first started and often used it to get your way.
You grabbed a random empty basket and followed him, as expected, he was struggling trying to pick up hot pockets
‘Need this?’ you asked holding out the basket.
‘See, this right here, is why I fuck with you. You smart. You’re loyal, got me on that DJ Khaled type shit.’ Kells laughed as he put his junk food in the basket.