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Daisy girls: naturally beautiful, childlike but wise, loves dancing, languages and pastels, top of the class, secretly wants to be a mermaid

Rose girls: falls in love easily, obsessed with glitter and sunsets, dreams of foreign cities, always rosy cheeked, sensitive, can be hard to talk to

Sunflower girls: rays of sunshine, always knows how to make you smile, secretly insecure, sad a lot, sweet tooth, procrastinates a lot, best fashion sense

Hydrangea girls: confident, good at sports, has an aesthetic bedroom, listens to 80s music, likes conspiracy theories, can be stubborn

Violet girls: likes fairy lights, daydreams too much, secretly rebellious, acts tough but is soft, wants to dye their hair, loves their friends more than anything

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the one ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1294

request?: yes

“Song #21 with mgk????”

description: colson finds himself truly in love for the very first time and isn’t sure what to do to make sure he doesn’t mess this one up

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mainly fluffy but there’s a little steam

based off of this song

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Colson watched as his girlfriend fucked around on stage with his boys during the soundcheck. (Y/N) was by no means the first of Colson’s girlfriends (or “girl friends”) to join the guys on tour, but she was certainly the first to really get along with the guys. Most of them would either just be attached to Colson, or would opt to stay in the tour bus or hotel room.

(Y/N) was just…different. In a good way, a great way even. She got along with his friends, his family, and most importantly, with Casie. (Y/N) treated Casie like she was her own daughter, and Casie adored (Y/N), which made Colson all the more sure that (Y/N) was someone special.

He had never felt this way about anyone before. All of his past relationships just felt like hookups, and most of them were. With (Y/N), he felt like he was truly happy, and truly in love, which was very new to him.

Colson stood and approached (Y/N), throwing his arms around her when her back was to him. Shocked by the action, (Y/N) stumbled a little and giggled.

“Excuse me, sir,” Rook said in a dumb accent. “Please do not hurt our star, we need her for the show.”

“Our star, huh?” Colson questioned.

“Sorry babe, I’m stealing your show from you,” (Y/N) told him.

“There’s worse people to steal my show I guess,” Colson teased and kissed her cheek. “I might steal the star away to our hotel room, if that’s okay with her obviously very devoted band.”

“Wear protection is all we ask,” Baze told them. “We don’t need any mini Kells running around. Casie is enough.”

Colson flipped him off before wrapping an arm around his girl’s shoulder. She waved goodbye to the guys before following Colson to the car around the back of the arena.

The drive back to the hotel was the exact opposite of silent. (Y/N) had almost immediately stolen the aux cord and was playing her music at full blast, scream-singing the words to everything that came on. Every so often, Colson knew a song that would come on and would join in with the singing. Most the drive he was just smiling at his girlfriend, whether she noticed or not.

It was little things like this that made Colson know that he was in love with her. The moments where they were goofing off, or they were alone together doing anything. Where Colson didn’t feel like he had to be MGK, he could just be himself. She made him feel so free, like there was nothing to worry about in the world.

When they arrived back to their hotel room, (Y/N) collapsed onto the bed. The look she gave Colson turned him on, and made him wish he could strip her of her clothes as fast as possible. However, there was something he wanted to discuss before their newest tradition of “a pre-show fuck”.

He got on top of (Y/N), hovering over her on his arms. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him down to meet her lips. The kiss was immediately passionate and all thoughts were gone from Colson’s head. He cradled her head in his hands, lowering himself just enough to press their bodies together. He wanted her like crazy, and he knew she wanted him as well. But he pulled away from her before they could go any further.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she asked. “You feeling tired? We can wait, you can get some rest. I know you’ll probably be up super late tonight, you need your rest.”

God, this woman! Colson thought. How the fuck is she real, and how the fuck is she mine?!

“It’s not that,” he told her. “Although, I may need to rest before the show. The guys want to go out to an after party when it’s all over. No. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

Her eyes widened then, fearing the worst. Colson took her into his arms, hugging her tightly. “No! It’s nothing like that! I’d be the biggest fucking idiot if I let you go.”

(Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah, you would be. I’m pretty great.”

Colson laughed. “You’re more than pretty great. You’re amazing. You’re the most amazing person I think I’ve ever met.”

“Stop it, you make me blush,” she said, playfully pushing her boyfriend.

“I mean it,” Colson said, taking (Y/N)’s hands in his. “You’re absolutely fucking amazing. You’re honestly the best person I’ve ever been with romantically. You care about me, like the actual me and not the rapper or the actor me.”

(Y/N) smiled through the tears that were starting to form in her eyes. “Because I do care about you. You’re a real person, you’re not just a famous rapper. It sucks that you’ve gone through that where people are just using you and whatnot.”

“You seem to be one of the only people who thinks so,” Colson shrugged, although he felt much stronger on the topic than he was letting on. “But this isn’t about that. Not just about that anyways.”

“You’re getting awful affectionate tonight, babe,” (Y/N) pointed out. “What’s up?”

“I’ve just been thinking lately is all,” Colson responded. “I’ve been thinking about you, about us, about how happy you make me. This relationship is the realest one I’ve had since before I blew up, and I’m honest to God so fucking in love with you. Everything means nothing if I can’t have you, babe.”

(Y/N) tilted her head like a confused puppy, although there was still a smile on her face. “I love you so much, too, but what does all this mean baby?”

Colson was holding her hands so tightly she flinched a moment, causing him to loosen his grip. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his breathing, and asked, “Do you…want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. For a moment she was sure she had heard him wrong. But when she realized he was looking at her expectantly, and as nervous as she felt, she accepted that it wasn’t a misheard question.

“Are you…asking me to marry you?” she asked him.

Colson nodded. His throat suddenly felt dry and he felt like he couldn’t speak. “I don’t have a ring or anything, but I’ll get one when I can. I just know that I think you’re the one for me, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and I know you’re someone special. I’ve always known you were someone special.” He paused, trying to read (Y/N)’s facial expression. “So…what do you say babe?”

(Y/N) took a moment to process the question, then a wide smile grew on her face. She wrapped her arms around Colson, lunging at him with such a force that she knocked him over. She straddled him, kissing him deeply and passionately, not wanting to let go.

Colson pushed her away just enough to ask, “Is that a yes?”

“That’s a fuck yes,” (Y/N) responded. “Also, I take back what I said about taking a nap earlier. You absolutely have to fuck me first, it’s the rules of being engaged.”

Colson smirked, flipping them over so that he was on top again. “I guess I can sacrifice a little sleep then.”

Then he passionately kissed his fiancée, and began to undress her, the two of them in such a state of happy bliss that they never wanted to leave the warmth of each other’s arms.

God this was kinda shitty I’m so sorry.

42 for Illumi 💕

Prompt: “It’s okay to break.” - “I’m not going to break.”

Kintsugi:  The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold or similar material, highlighting the cracks instead of disguising them

The bowl is beautiful, there was no denying it. After months of waiting, the finished product fits perfectly in your palms, slivers of gold coating the rim and cracked edges of the fine china glimmering brightly under the dim light of your bedroom, starkly contrasting the porcelain white hue and ornate floral designs. Its’s perfect, so perfect that you can almost forgive yourself for breaking it in the first place. You smile, pressing your lips against it, the coolness spreading across your skin.

It almost makes you wonder if you should show this to your…. “Husband” …..

Smile faltering, you pull the bowl away from your face, and stare at the clock ticking ominously above it. You haven’t seen him in a couple weeks, and none of the butlers would even deign you the slightest answer whenever you pepper them with questions. It’s probable they know as little as you do, however unlikely that situation is.

But you know your place. For all the glamourous marble columns and comforts of plush furniture surrounding you, the fact is that the whole setup was nothing more than an elaborate cage, set to separate you from the outside world and chain you down to whatever your owner desired.

You squash the feeling of resentment piling deep in your throat, unconsciously grasping your hand to prevent it from shaking so hard. There is no use in being angry, no point in submerging yourself in that all-consuming feeling of rage that never surmounted to anything more than additional hurt.

The heavy wooden doors to your room open with a loud swing. The lack of tell-tale padding sounds gives way that this could be none other than Illumi. It shuts with a simple click, and nothing happens.

You stop and turn, wondering why he was just standing there, and nearly drop the bowl. Illumi stands at the door, hollow, unmoving, dark substances pouring from the crevices on his face. It’s blood, you realize with a shock. It dribbles down his face sluggishly, pouring out from the angular cuts that cover his face, haphazardly made and extremely painful to look at. But the dark abyss that are his eyes scare you the most. It’s different. Even more so than usual. It’s strange how emptiness is felt, how everything sucked out of the room until you’re left with nothing but beating hearts and sweaty palms. He stays where he is, your breath catches in your throat, and the familiar creeps of fear and dread crawl over your skin, clambering all over your neck and oozing into your brain, you wonder if you’ll survive the night.

“What happened?” You ask before you can stop yourself.

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