now if i had some tattoos

i was tagged by @lovely-giulia (thank you love!!)

1ST RULE: tag people you want to get to know better:

2nd RULE: BOLD the statements that are true

APPEARANCE: · I am 5'7" or taller · I wear glasses only for some outfits though · I have at least one tattoo· I have at least one piercing earrings · I have blonde hair · I have brown eyes · I have short hair · My abs are at least somewhat defined · I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY: · I usually love meeting new people · people tell me that I’m funny · helping others with their problems is a big priority for me if i can makes me really happy - I enjoy physical challenges · I enjoy mental challenges ·I’m playfully rude with people I know well · I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it · there is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY: · I can sing well · I can play an instrument · I can do over 30 pushups without stopping · I’m a fast runner · I draw well · I have a good memory · I’m good at doing math in my head · I can hold my breath underwater for at least a minute · I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling · I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch · I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES: · I enjoy playing sports · I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else · I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else · I have learned a new song in the past week · I work out at least once a week · I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months · I have drawn something in the past month · I enjoy writing · fandoms are my #1 passion· I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES: · I have had my first kiss · I have had alcohol · I have scored the winning goal in a sports game · I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting · I have been at an overnight event · I have been in a taxi · I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year · I have beaten a video game in one day · I have visited another country · I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts

MY LIFE: · I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” · I live close to my school · my parents are still together · I have at least one sibling·There is snow right now where I live · I have hung out with a friend in the past month · I have a smartphone · I have at least 15 CDs

RANDOM SHIT: · I have breakdanced · I know a person named Jamie · I have had a teacher with the last name that’s hard to pronounce · I have dyed my hair · I’m listening to one song on repeat right now · I have punched someone in the past week · I know someone who has gone to jail · I have broken a bone · I have eaten a waffle today · I know what I want to do with my life · I speak at least 2 languages · I have made a new friend in the past year

RELATIONSHIPS: · I’m in a relationship · I have a crush on a celebrity · I have a crush on someone I know · I have been in at least 3 relationships · I have never been in a relationship · I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them · I get crushes easily · I had a crush on someone for over a year · I have been in a relationship for at least a year · I have had feelings for a friend

i shall tag @deathclassic, @kyubikofang, @ryn-exe@vietnamese-koala, @iceisprettycool and @floralhowelllester

Skulls and Roses ☠️🥀


The best way to get someone’s attention is to get a tattoo or hit someone with your motorcycle. 


Originally posted by sugutie

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” you sprint across the quad, pushing past students and jumping over bushes and benches like a track star doing hurdles. The chanting of the curse word only gets louder and faster once you looked down at your watch once again and saw that your class would start in less than a minute and you were a mile away from the science building.

You’re too distracted with staring at your watch that you don’t notice that you’re in the middle of the street until your face is touching the rough pavement and some random guy is sprawled beside you. At first, you think that it’s a boulder that had fallen from the mountains that surrounded your campus but when your vision focused on the black lump you realized it was a helmet.

Keep reading

I Found You (Loki Laufeyson Soulmate AU)

Summary: (Y/n)’s soulmate tattoo is Loki in Nordic runes and now thinks fate is playing with her and he doesn’t exist because they gave her a mythological god. During the battle of NY (y/n) happens to meet him but what occurs once the battle is over? Her soulmate is the most hated man on the planet.

A/n: So I changed the MCU storyline a bit as well where Clint had met Steve before the battle of New York.

Warnings: There’s some physical harassment from a male co-worker on the reader so possible TRIGGER WARNING, and remember if this happens to you, report it and if nothing is done about it, definitely call the police. (Be safe y’all, we don’t all have Steve Rogers to our rescue)

Part 2 || Masterlist

Gif is not mine, credit to @lokitty

Originally posted by lokitty

Your name: submit


A young man approached, thanking and taking his coffee from (y/n). She huffed, overtime she called out someone’s name, she always somewhat hoped that her soulmate would mysteriously appear. She’d had her soulmate tattoo since it appeared at age 12, like everybody else, except hers, wasn’t even English. It was in Nordic Runes, something people didn’t use to name their kids. (Y/n) had found out at 16 when she went looking for her soulmate after being teased for her strange tattoo. She was desperate to prove to everyone, her soulmate wasn’t a freak; he/she was unique and deserved love. She, after all, being in foster homes all her life, believed she could give this to them.

She knew he/she had to be unique because her soulmates tattoo was, but turns out her tattoo comes from the mythology section rather than in real life. Loki, God of Mischief was her fucking ‘soulmate.’ The fates had tricked her and gave her hope for her other half. Now, (y/n) knew who her soulmate was destined to be, she also knew this was a way of the fates telling her she didn’t have another half. It was just (y/n), the only person in the world to seemingly have this problem. The small runic tattoo behind her ear slightly burned as it had been doing quite often recently. She didn’t even want to tattoo anymore, constantly reminded that she was on her own and the chances of someone having the same problem or having no tattoo at all were extremely slim. There’s no known procedure either to remove it without it killing the person; as far as (y/n) knew.

(Y/n) had seen many soulmates meet in this cafe, both accidentally thinking it was their drink and reaching for it. Just one look at each other and they knew. Tattoos were just a second confirmation. In some way, (y/n) envied them but she reminded herself that she didn’t need that sickly gooey stuff that fickle minded people had between them. (Y/n) had taken care of herself just fine and don’t need anyone to feel like she was someone.

(Y/n) sighed, wishing her thoughts away - this ten-hour split shift was absolutely killing her. Her feet hurt, she’d encountered many rude customers today and she was stuck working with the most ignorant person she’d ever met. Luke. He was the definition of an asshole who didn’t know how to treat a lady; that no meant no. She should know, the many times he’d done something inappropriate in the workplace to her was astounding and even though she reported it, he’d never been fired or even suspended. But, she needed this job and couldn’t afford to lose it because of some jerk, she had no one to turn to, no family and no friends. Well, one sort of friend, a regular who came in for his daily coffee. His name was Clint and he was the only person she’d had a proper conversation to since she’d moved to this hell hole.

“Hey sugar, you busy this Friday?” Luke asked now that the line had disappeared.

“Just for you? Always.” Smirking slightly at her comeback, (y/n) felt someone grab her backside. “Of course you are, sweetheart, found that soulmate of yours yet? Of course, you haven’t, yours is probably in the ditch, a freak.” Wide-eyed and very close to tearing the man’s throat out for daring touching her and say anything about her non-existent soulmate. Of course, some part of her still believed it was possible, she quickly squished this hope. “I’ll give you five minutes to remove your hand from my girlfriend before I kick your ass seven ways to kingdom come.” Hearing the gruff and loud tone, Luke quickly moved his hand and looked up into the blue eyes of a very tall and buff man. “Look, man, no problem. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, let alone one that isn’t her soulmate.”

“Yet, if she didn’t I’d still kick your ass. Especially if I was her soulmate. Didn’t your momma ever teach you it’s not nice to touch girls without their permission or did she take one look at you and realise what a pig you were? Must be a real shame that you have to force yourself on a girl to even get them to consider you. You’re poor soulmate.” (Y/n) broke out into a manic grin and with one hand on her hip, she turned to laugh right in Luke’s face. The guy stood there shell-shocked, unable to form a word. His face shone bright red as the blue-eyed man’s speech caught a lot of customers attention and they were all waiting for the situation to explode. Luke, shaking his head, all but ran to the back area to avoid everyone’s gazes.

Laughing, (y/n) turned to the tall man. “I haven’t seen Luke look like that since… well never. But thank you, not even my manager could do anything.” The blonde haired man smiled down brightly at her, “no problem ma’am, sorry about the uh, girlfriend suggestion.”

“It’s no problem, really. Thank you for actually saying something. Not a lot of people usually do. They just act like it’s not there.” (Y/N) wasn’t going to cry at all, in fact, she felt the hate fire lick her insides like poison. Yearning to combust like an explosion.

“Steve did you order… oh, I see you’ve met (y/n).”

“Clint! I didn’t think you’d be coming in today. You’re late for your appointment with the coffee doctor. Your friend here just became my hero.” Clint looking between Steve’s puppy eyes to (y/n) unusually brightened face, “Is he now? Want to join us today (y/n)? C’mon, go on your break.”

“I could use one after that incident, just let me grab our usuals. What can I get for you, Steve?” Hearing his name, Steve was woken out of his stupor. “Uh, I’ll have the same as Clint’s having.” “No problem, just give me five. These are on the house, boyfriend.” Steve broke out into a somewhat shy smile, hand rubbing his neck. Clint just looks between the two, wondering what the hell just went on.

Sitting down at the table, (y/n) bought her coffee to her lips and sighed in content. Being able to sit down for the first time today felt like heaven on (y/n)’s feet. “So how have you been (y/n)?” Clint asked sweetly. “Still soul-less? Still wasting your pretty face in a place like this?”

“Ha.Ha. Yes, soul mate-less. Unfortunately, not all of us get the chance to put their pretty face to use, we have to make a living in this economy.”

“Haha, yeah I can imagine. I still can’t believe that asshole is bothering you, I’ve threatened him so many times.”

“Yeah, well you’re as menacing as a newborn pup, Clint. I think he’ll leave me alone now though. He thinks Mr Hero over here is my boyfriend.”

“I can’t believe the audacity of that punk., touching’ a lady like that” Steve finally intervenes, the Brooklyn accent slipping through his deep voice.

Clint looked slightly nervous as (y/n) inspected Steve, she was extremely intelligent and it didn’t take long for her to figure out who he was from his language, stance and attitude. “Clint, why the hell is Captain America here. No offence, but whoever he goes trouble is never far behind. Or so the stories go.” Clint smirked at (y/n) and then Steve, who was gobsmacked that she had worked it out so easily.

“Well, he needed to get some air, he’s been cooped up too long.”

After half an hour, (Y/n) said goodbye to Mr America and fly-boy then decided to clock off early. Her manager wouldn’t notice anyway and she wasn’t in the mood for Luke.


Its been a week since (y/n) had coffee with the guys and she finally has a day off. It was boring though, with no one to call or hang out, (y/n) decided she was going to go for a walk. Putting her headphones in she ignored the rest of the world and headed straight for the small park a couple blocks down. She could see the kids playing on the almost abandoned street and smiled lightly, heading for the small gate to the park. As (y/n)’s hand touched the gate, an Earth tumbling rumble shifted the ground. Thinking it was an earthquake, (y/n) yelled for the kids to get inside. As she did so a giant portal opened up in the sky and ugly green beings began pouring through.

“No fucking way…” Suddenly her tattoo roared to life and began burning like never before. It was like someone was branding her. A loud sound, like a hurricane, came through her ears and when the pain became too much (y/n) screamed; clamping her hands over her ears. When the ringing stopped, she found herself on a different street, in the heat of the invasion.


It had been an hour of (y/n) running around the streets trying to get people to safety. Something within her told her this is what she should be doing, not cowering away. She had managed to grab an aliens weapon from the ground and began shooting at anyone that wasn’t human. “Go, get into the subway!” (Y/n) yelled as people instinctively listened and piled down the stairs to the underground. Shooting a couple of the aliens in the head, others began to approach her, seeing her as a big threat. A giant arm flew out of nowhere and smacked her in the gut. This caused (y/n) to go flying a couple meters. Landing on her side, she heard (and felt) a crack from multiple places. Coughing (y/n) tried to sit up, but the pain was almost unbearable.

(Y/n) opened her eyes and in front of her stood a horrific scene, a boy was cornered, only a meter from her, by four aliens, with guns all aimed at him. Why aim so much at a child?

“No…” she whispered, trying to get up. “Hey!” (Y/n) yelled louder, however in the heat of battle sounded like a whisper. Pushing herself up using her arms, (y/n) felt her left arm was broken, possibly some of her ribs and there was blood dripping down her face. “STOP!”

Again, she yelled but this time they decided to ignore her. Standing up to her full height, (y/n) yelled to her full ability, “I SAID STOP!” Some green flash came over her and the aliens faced their new candidate only to see their master that’s leading this battle. Loki. “Leave him alone. You want to pick on someone, pick on me.” To say the Chitauri were confused were an understatement. They just left the scene, deciding to let their master deal with the child but not without them slightly being confused.

“Hey, are you alright?” (Y/n) came over to the boy, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You… you just … and then you…” Thinking the boy was too in shock to talk, (y/n) led him to the subway stairs. “Go down there and stay, its too dangerous up here.” The boy only nodded and (y/n) stood, not knowing where to head next. She didn’t have time to think why the aliens decided to leave bother and the child unscathed.  When a very strange over noise was heard over her, (y/n)’s world stopped. “Shit.”



Flying throughout the buildings, even destroying some in the process, Loki couldn’t have felt more successful. The invasion was going as planned and it shouldn’t be too long until he conquered this small part of the world. The next step- the whole world. It would be easy if the were this feeble, scrambling for shelter everywhere on this dull planet.  Further on Loki asked the Chitauri driving to stop in mid-air, hearing the calls of a woman over the crowd. Not wanting to miss out on the torture here, Loki looked down to find the woman was not screaming in pain but rather in encouragement. She was shouting to the mortals to get underground.

Loki laughed mockingly as if it made a difference where they scuttled to. Suddenly a Chitauri used his arm to send the woman flying and something in Loki shifted like his heart had missed a couple beats as the woman landed. Taking deep breaths, Loki stood from his seat with wide eyes and a hand over his heart. His breathing was not returning to normal and the girl was barely moving.

What is this? Loki thought.

The woman sat up and was looking at a boy being surrounded by his soldiers, she began yelling feebly. They ignored her until she stalked towards them.

“I SAID STOP!” Very familiar to Loki, a green lining overtook her body and suddenly… she was Loki. A manic grin overtook Loki’s face, this woman seemed to possess similar if not the same abilities as himself.  When the Chitauri left, the girl changed back and directed the boy underground.

“Lower us to the ground.” His heart thumped heatedly for the first time in a long while.


(Y/n)’s P.O.V

The hover noise contained one of the aliens and a very attractive man.

“Hello, petal.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened, her tattoo burning like it did before; except this time she was prepared. “I am Loki, of Asgard. Now, who in all the realms, are you?”

(Y/n)’s breathing hitched and she couldn’t stop some form of emotional tears forming in her eyes.

“It’s you…”

Part 2


@eliza-hamilton-helpless @purelittleblueberry @yoinkpeter @iamwarrenspeace

@fuck-my-marvel @jahanana @feelmyroarrrr


pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (ongoing)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, angst, punk!jungkook

word Count: 14,241

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook. 

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana”

The icy breeze whipped across your face as you started your approach towards the building. The speed of your heart was increasing with every step, your legs began to weigh you down like lead, and your breathing became harsh and ragged. Nerves were infecting your body, intensifying as you finally reached the automatic doors. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath before finally stepping forward. The doors opened for you, and the bustling Busan train station was revealed.

Noises echoed in every direction, you watched as people quickly rushed towards their trains, and you suddenly figured that you should do the same. You shook away your wonder as you started to go through bag check, but your eyes still managed to drift around the building that you remembered all too well.

It was quieter back then, or maybe it wasn’t. You might’ve just been so numbed by all of the pain you were feeling that you couldn’t sense anything else. Your eyes glided across the path that had been etched into your mind for the past year and a half.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I love you so much. I really fucking do.”

Keep reading


For the anon who wanted Ryou’s tattoos ♥

I made two versions of the tattoo - a ‘clean’ one and a ‘worn’ one.

btw: I’m gonna get them, too. I already made an appointment with a tattoo artist, but I can’t decide whether I should get the ‘clean’ or the ‘worn’ one. :3

… Also: What the hell happened?? I never thought somebody would want to get a tattoo I designed for a fictional character? At least nobody else but me?? And now I had like the weirdest bonding moment with an anon about this?!! Makes me think that there’s still some good left in this world. ♥

Under Appreciated TFB Lyrics

“I’m stabbing at the thoughts only to see what’s bleeding while I’m tripping acid and you’re tripping mushrooms.”- The Wrong Way

“You and your friends feel free and you’re way too cool for me and you do drugs now and all your problems run so deep”- Taking My Uzi to the Gym

“I keep asking questions I will never know the answers to”- The Winds

“It’s okay to give up ‘cause nobody here could care less”- So Sick We’re Dead

“We are so dishonest with ourselves”- So Sick We’re Dead

“Keep yourself distant and remote, unhappy and alone”- So Sick We’re Dead

“Times were pretty good before they started to unwind”- Silver Shinbone (Bucket Song)

“Believe me I’ve tried, and what I found
Was what we have is nowhere near as good as what we should have by now”- Not Yet

“I’m fine, I’m alright, but I will never let it go”- Somebody Else

“I have no idea what you’re going through so I won’t act like I do”- Somebody Else

“If I tell you all my secrets will you tell me all your lies?”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)

“He said no one’s going to listen until you mean every word you say”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)

“We keep saying we’re unhappy and they keep saying that we’re fine”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)

“Everything you’re feeling is common even though you’ve never felt so alone”- Rhode Island

“She says you gotta promise not to break no matter how far you are bent”- Rhode Island

“I wanna be stronger than your dad was for your mom”- Santa Monica

“If you need a little sunshine you can borrow some of mine. It’s okay if you’re unhappy, I would say before I leave her,
just take a look around there’s no one here that’s happy either”- Lonely Eyes

“If for some reason, you don’t feel like talking, I would just sit and enjoy your company”- Lonely Eyes

“Stop asking questions and learn to accept that the things that we have right now are the best things we’ve had yet”- Molly

“In this moment, I was pretty pleased with the person I was pretending to be”- Summer Shandy

“Well I’m staring at unfamiliar ceiling and I should leave ‘cause everybody here is tripping some new drug, except for me. WHY?! ‘Cause I don’t have the money”- More Than It Hurts You

“I am alone only half of the time, the other half I am only hiding”- Legit Tattoo Gun

“There’s a voice in the back of my head in the back of my head, says, ‘let 'em be just let them be happy.’”-Legit Tattoo Gun

“Whenever I’m alone or feeling lonely 
I pretend I can play the drums 
Inside my head”- Legit Tattoo Gun

“I need to stop playing out relationships
inside of my head because every one of my memories is filled with shit you never even said.”- If You’re Happy

“I’m scared I’m gonna die as lonely as I feel right now”- Lipstick Covered Magnet

“And this is only a cry for help, you said watch me fade away.”- If You’re Happy

“Today we could do something we would’ve never done before”- Jim Bogart

“Hey, Sweetheart, where’d you get those eyes? You think that I could have a pair?”- Just as Big, Twice as Swollen

“I should hug my friends more than I do”- The Distance That I Fell

“All the kids I used to spend my time with but now can’t stand seem to be dying”- The Bells

“She’ll go to church and pray to god one day but is she getting into heaven? There is no fucking way”- Carry Me Down the Street

“The end of the world makes me nervous because I, for one, have not found god yet or someone to fall in love with, rob a bank, shoot a cop with”- The Cops

“Don’t ask questions, keep your head down, learn your lessons, 'cause no one with money ever goes to jail”- Current Events

“Only the strong survive and that is only the biggest lie”- Current Events

“I shaved my head last night to start anew in a chapter I call without you and it’s going to be the best I’ve ever written”- Current Events

“Sometimes you get sad when we’re together because you’re not sure if you’ll miss me when I’m gone”- Everything I Own

“I get these strange phone calls at night with no one on the other side”- Flying Model Rockets

“I’m always focusing on the wrong things and then the wrong things become everything, I don’t know what I’m gonna do I don’t know what I’m gonna do about anything”- HELP

“She is begging you not to cut your hair 'cause curly hair don’t look good cut short”- Hooped Earings

“She’s coming over because it’s better than being alone”- I Think Your Nose is Bleeding

“Well I’m not going to sit here and deny what I think I felt”- I Think Your Nose is Bleeding

“I’ll stop writing the book because the book, I realized, was boring”- I Wrote a Book

“I just want this to mean something to anybody even if they don’t know who I am”- Swear To God The Devil Made Me Do It

“It’s a shame the bad habits are the hardest ones to break”- Swear To God The Devil Made Me Do It

“I will stop cutting my pants into shorts, I will address the issues I cannot ignore, I will do the things that I think you might like, and I will be alone probably the rest of my life”- Swimming Pool

“I have been thinking about letting my hair grow, I have been thinking about cutting it short, I have been thinking about dying it yellow, but I don’t think I have the bone structure or wardrobe to support that type of look”- More Than It Hurts You
Just Tattoo of Us

A/N: Well, hello there. It’s been a while. This request has been sitting in my inbox for decades and I’ve only just found the motivation, inspiration, and dedication to write this up. What in damnation. This one… It’s not my favourite, let’s just put it that way. And also, I’ve made Harley seem like such a bimbo in this so I apologise, it was just a writing technique to create a contrast. But anyways, this was fun to write, taking some inspiration from my muse in my RP’s, thank you very much, @thekrazykeke and @i-got-that-smilex my darlings, I love you. So enjoy this one, my loves, and I’ll see you next time x.

Request: Hi! If you’re still doing requests could you do one where the reader is Mr. J’s tattoo artist, the only one he hasn’t killed. Maybe have a jealous Harley in it.

Warning(s): Swearing, slight (sexual) violence i.e. choking, sexual references, light dirty talk, Cheater!Joker, Jealous!Harley

Word count: 2,166

Pairing(s): Joker x Reader / Joker x OC (Original Character) /  Joker x Harley

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

          The bell dinged, signifying yet another customer entering the already crowded tattoo studio. Mind you, it was a Saturday at 1:19pm in the middle of a busy city - Gotham; to be exact.

City of Crime.

Has a ring to it.

Even though the dangerous city had quite the crude reputation to be… crooked, let’s say, she loved living in it. It was just something about living life on the edge - never really knowing whether the next day would be her last - that excited her and she couldn’t get enough of the rush that came with it.

Though of course, the perks also came with a few disadvantages, that many would say would be a little too colossal of a problem and would turn them away from moving to the crime-ridden town.

You know, just a tad of a turn-off.

She had run into - well, saw at the corner of a street and then swivelled in the other direction as fast as she could - many a criminal during her occasional strolls through the underworld.

Don’t take a midnight stroll on the wrong side of town, I’m telling you. It’s not a good idea.

There was one special occasion, however.

Meeting the one, the only, the infamous, Joker: Clown Prince of Crime - the ‘Jester of Genocide’, if you will - under the pale moonlight oddly drew her being towards him in some sort of way. Which way that was, she didn’t know herself yet. Maybe curiosity, maybe incredulity, maybe attraction, but she was certainly intrigued by the acid-washed man.

Now, the woman wasn’t an idiot, nor ignorant, at that. She had acknowledged the presence of his partner in crime - his Harley Quinn - nevertheless, she persisted in trying to get into his circle of trust, to be his friend, in an obscure form.

You would think being his tattoo artist wouldn’t get her very far, huh?

She was the only tattoo artist within a 3 mile radius of his unknown location in which he and Harley lived.

I wasn’t kidding when I said the tattoo studio was crowded. How much do you wanna bet getting a micro-sized rose on your ankle is? Joker made sure she was earning as much as your standard lawyer or doctor in the city by taking the liberty to act on some pretty drastic measures.

Basically, he execute every other tattoo artist in the general area, to put it simply.

How sweet.

But as one can imagine, his significant other would be slightly suspicious, and that was to be expected when your man paid special and notable attention to another woman. Yes, jealously wasn’t exactly an aspired trait in a normal relationship. But anyone who knew about them and their past knew that Harley Quinn and her Joker were anything but ordinary.

Jumping into a VAT full of bubbling acid to prove your love for a psychopath who manipulated you?

No thank you.

Although, with saying that, the adrenaline-addicted tattoo artist from a family background was seemingly willing to do anything and everything but.

“I was thinking about a new lip tattoo, whaddya think?” A deep yet velvety voice broke her from her trance and snapped her back to reality where she noticed she had just been staring out of the recently cleaned, sparkling window, wielding a tattoo pen that was still whirring from inscribing her art onto her last customer - she had forgotten to turn the machine off before spacing out.

Quickly switching the it off, she swallowed before looking up at the blindingly green-haired man standing in front of the mirror and pulling at his bottom lip, inspecting.

“Well if you want it to say "P U S S Y”, count me out.“ She retorted with a quick wit, something she never really understood if it was a gift or a curse. Her sharp tongue usually got her into some hefty trouble more than a few times. But hey, she was comical.

Her comment earned a chuckle from him which in turn made her smile to herself. Making him laugh was always a daily mission for her. To see him smile because of what she did or said was always an achievement.

"That’s why I like you, doll. You always have some sarcastic remark. It’s refreshing. Hearing the words "yes, Daddy” and “play with me, Daddy” from Harls everyday gets repetitive over time.“ He sauntered over after checking himself once over in the mirror - vain bastard - and sat on the extended tattoo couch, now level with her, as she had been sitting in her spinny chair, whilst she discarded of her old rubber gloves and put on a new pair, the sound of the material smacking against her skin as she pulled on them.

"Oh, I’m sure it must be very tiring to have kinky sex on the daily, J.” She rolled her eyes as she used his nickname that only certain people were allowed to call him. He normally only allowed others to refer to him as “Joker” or “Mister J”. She snickered at the glare he gave her before continuing, not adhering the warning. “I’m serious! Ya gotta use the handcuffs, the ropes, the ice, the foreplay, the whips… I would imagine fucking your tailor-made girlfriend who obeys your every command would be absolutely tedious.”

His hands were around her throat and squeezing within seconds after she had finished her sentence, making her stand up with him and letting him push her back into the wall with a thump, a constricted grunt of slight pain resounding from her closed throat. Her doe eyes looked up and met his narrowed ones with only a few inches between them.

“I don’t think you want to know just how interesting I can really be with my toys, doll-face, so I suggest you shut up about my sex life unless you want me to prove to you that you’re wrong.” His threat was laced with a presence of sexual tension. The sensation of his fingers around her neck and his breath fanning her face with seducing threats that came with his body mere centimetres away from hers almost made her knees buckle from underneath her and she had to stop herself from releasing an audible moan of desperation and anticipation from thinking about what he could do to her right then and there.

The two of them must’ve stayed in that position - staring each other down with nothing but their laboured breaths filling the room - for a solid five or so minutes until the door to the room slammed wide open and a bustling bleached-blonde skipped in, the sound of her heels tapping against the floorboards jolting the woman held against the wall back to life and she tried pulling away, but to no avail. Keeping his grip tight, but not tight enough to cut off the airways, he continued to gaze intently into her eyes. His glazed over with a fire burning deep inside of him that he didn’t conjure with his girlfriend any longer.

“Puddin’?…” A mixed tone of anger, disappointment, and rejection was detectable from Harley as the nickname for her lover spewed from her red lips. Walking into a secluded room to see the man she loved with a woman she had already been jealous of, in a position she thought was only reserved for her in the bedroom, brung out the worst in her as she felt the rage bubbling up inside at an increasing rate. Ready to pounce at the bitch trying to steal her boyfriend, she was stopped by the voice she had fallen in love with.

“Harley, sweetums, I want you to go home and be ready for me for when I get back, okay? Daddy’s going to get a new tattoo and I was just in the middle of telling our artist here exactly what I want. Detail… by… detail.” The reply had a sickly sweet underlay to it which, to any typical person, could’ve been easily picked up on and scoffed at - something she almost did - but to Harley, blinded by her emotions towards the criminal, it was just another demand for sex which she gladly complied to every time. She looked past everything she had just witnessed only minutes ago after hearing the pet name she had been called, convincing herself that the man dangerously close to a woman that wasn’t her, still loved her in his own way.

“Alright, Daddy, but don’t be long. I’ll be waiting…” An exaggerated grin, accompanied by a giggle, was sent in his direction before she turned on her heel and walked through the doorway, shutting the door with a click after her.

Shoving his body off of her, the trained tattoo artist dramatically gagged and stuck her forefinger inside her mouth. She was amazed yet disgusted at the same time at how submissive a woman could be towards a man. Never in her life did she witness such obedience without question to someone who was clearly not right in the noggin’.

“You’ve messed her up, J. Like real bad. She worships the ground you walk on. She’s just your fucking sex toy and she doesn’t even realise it, thinking you "love” her and shit.“ A rant had been building up inside of her until finally it started to be projected. "I kinda feel sorry for the girl. She was a psychologist, a good one at that, with a Ph.D, and you’ve somehow manipulated her and worked your way into her mind so that now she’d do anything for you. She’d die for you.”

“And that’s how I like it. People in this city respect me, all becau-.”

“That’s not respect! That’s psychological torture and I’ll be damned if I end up like another one of your 'dolls’ you can have fun with one minute and couldn’t give a fuck about the next.” She didn’t notice but she had begun to yell with pent up anger flowing out of her, she didn’t even register entirely what she was saying.

She had wanted to be by his side for as long as she could remember after meeting him, as his companion, his partner, his lover. She had thought she could replace Harley and become his new Queen of Crime. However, after seeing what previous Dr. Harleen Quinzel had now become under his hands, she begun to have second thoughts.

“You think I would treat you just like some random woman I picked up from the club? Oh, no, no, no. You… are one of a kind. You’re unique… You’re mine.” As he spoke  these enticing words in a sultry manner, he came closer. Each step forward he made, resulted in one step backward for her until the back of her knees hit the chair and she fell back into it, now laying down. She watched as he placed his hands either side of her on the arm rests and wedged his knees beside her, crawling up her body until he was hovering above.

Her breath became uneven as she tried to stop herself from giving in and looking down at his crimson lips that looked o so kissable. “I want you. And the things I want, I get, no matter how. I know you’ve been wanting me since the first time you saw me. I know you touch yourself at night at the thought of me doing dirty things to you. When you’re alone in bed and your mind keeps drifting off to think about what I could do with your body. And I know how badly you want to feel full. You want me inside you. Isn’t that right?”

The way he spoke her thoughts aloud without caring who heard him made her cheeks turn a shade of red so deep she didn’t even think it possible and her core slick with want and need. The rough nature of his gravelly voice mixed with the undertones of lust and greed for her, visibly shook her as goosebumps appeared on her skin. Hearing all of these sinful words whispered from the mouth she had tried to resist earlier made her reach up to pull his head down as she just couldn’t take the teasing any longer, connecting their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss.

A growl was released from the depths of his throat as he shifted his body weight onto his elbows either side of her head and pressed his lower half into her, allowing her to feel what she did to him without touching him once. Hands moving to grip his shirt around his torso, she opened her mouth to grant him access to explore with his tongue before moaning gently.

Amongst all the fiery desire and passion the both of them were sharing, she had managed to remember a specific moment that had happened during his visit to the studio earlier before which made her pull away from his hungry lips to add her sarcastic rebuttal, as she always did,

Play with me, Daddy.”

Hickeys and Tattoos - Sweet Pea x Reader

A/N - I went through the Sweet Pea tag here on Tumblr and saw a little imagine idea from @cheycheyexol (It’s also really short)

Summery - after South Side High closed down, the serpents had to go to Riverdale High. Jughead caused some shit and now the serpents need to wear uniforms. Sweet Pea has been forced to wear a turtleneck, But not just because of his tattoo.

Most serpents were happy that South Side High closed down. It meant they were now attending Riverdale High.

No, they weren’t happy that they were gonna be surrounded by bulldogs. They were happy because for the first time of their lives, they had a chance to get a good education.

After Reggie pulled the stunt of painting a snake on the floor, gang related clothes were a no-go.

But that didn’t stop Jughead from wearing his serpent jacket, much to the dismay of Fangs, Toni and Sweet Pea. And of course principal Weaterbee.

This meant, that the next day at school, all serpents were handed out uniforms. They didn’t mind as much, but Sweet Pea sure as hell didn’t like the turtleneck he was handed to cover his tattoo.

Y/n didn’t mind the fact he had to wear a turtleneck. In fact, she loved it.

Sweet Pea never liked it when y/n left hickeys on his neck for all to see. But now he couldn’t stop her anymore.

And that night, after the uniforms were handed out, y/n made sure to leave them all over his neck.

He tried to object, but was shot down by y/n.

“It’s not like anyone is gonna see them with the turtleneck Pea.” She told him.

At this point he knew that there was no reason for him to try to stop her. She got what she wanted, which seemed to happen a lot. He always caved in at some point.

Lets just say that the next few days at school, the turtleneck didn’t just cover his serpent tattoo.

Ugh P.2 [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Originally posted by bubblyholland

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing as always, Mentions of pain, some angst if you squint etc

Part 1Masterlist

Holy fuck- Spider-Man, Queens hero- was your soulmate? Your soulmate, was in New York, right here- standing right in front of your face? This was him- this was the person you were supposed to spend the rest of your whole life with. Most people your age didn’t meet their soulmates- not unless they were incredibly lucky. Hell, one of your closest friend had a timer, and her timer had years and years to go, but you? Your soulmate was standing right here..

Keep reading

I finally got my “Here Comes a Thought” tattoo! EDIT: Thank you all so much for almost 400 notes! I’ve been planning this tattoo for so long, and I’m so happy to see all the love and support it’s gotten! “Here Comes a Thought” has helped me through so much, and I thought I’d go into more detail about why I decided to tattoo it on my arm as a permanent reminder. During my parents divorce two years ago, I suffered with severe panic disorder. I wasn’t able to leave my house for about 2 months. I would have a panic attack from the very moment I’d wake up, and go on to have about 15-20 throughout the day, and they would each last from 20 minutes to an hour (even 3-4 hours some days). I was in a constant state of guilt; I thought I was a burden and every little thing was my fault. I was also dealing with an abusive mother who mentally, emotionally, and physically abused me. And I was also forced to give up my 3 cats for adoption. I had had them all since they were tiny kittens, but I had no choice; it was an awful time in my life. About a year later, I was in a better place. I had moved house and was living with my dad. I had gotten a job and things were good. My anxiety had lessened significantly, however, I was still dealing with anxiety attacks, no self-confidence, and PTSD. And then, the episode “Mindful Education” aired. When I first heard the song, I was in shock the entire time listening to it, and when it ended, I cried uncontrollably. I had never felt so… safe. From there on out, every time I’d be having anxiety, I’d sing the song to myself. And it calmed me down, EVERY TIME. There had been times where my anxiety had been so bad, I would forget to sing the song to myself. And from the very first time I had forgotten, I started planning to get the song tattooed on me. I have that permanent reminder on my arm now. A reminder to just breathe, and understand that this moment of fear and confusion isn’t going to tear you apart. A reminder that no matter how many thoughts swarm through your head, no matter how bad something has gone, no matter how badly someone has hurt you, or how badly you’ve hurt yourself, Take a moment, Breathe. It’s okay. You’re okay. This isn’t the end. “Here Comes a Thought” has gotten me through some terrible times, and still continues to do so. I still suffer from self-confidence issues, PTSD, and anxiety, but I’m able to cope and calm myself down healthily. And I am so grateful that I will have that reminder with me for the rest of my life. Thank you, Rebecca. Really. Thank you so much.

Not My Jacket - Part 8 - S.P

Originally posted by howtoamuseacoolperson

taglist; @allison-rosewood-maximoff , @whenaprincessisahero , @sweetpeas-serpant, @babygirlscali , @randomnesss-of-fandomness , @coffeeaddict201 , @jxhn-mxrphy , @maceyisntcool , @and-i-swear-we-are-infinte , @tacozxd , @lifeisforlosers , @cinn-rawr , @betty-dale, @imthewinchestertoyourimpala , @writersandroses , @kytty27 , @lilithmouse , @poolpartyingwithjaws , @savy-girl , @moonkvd , @svenjafangirlt , @mariechristine91 , @igivethefeels , @luckyfriess , @deethelionprince , @itszehraa , @penisprkr , @lucystivinsky1315 , @isak-lovelies , @megbaldy , @superoptimist1997 , @mypotronus , @fckingnostalgia , @becca-in-the-tardis , @iwriteforyall , @lucystivinsky1315 , @no-heroes-are-coming , @annoyingsibling , @swxxt-pxa , @ariabarnes , @baileystorm17, @sweetacp , @johnmurphys-sass , @parkerswebs , @squishyethan , @deanilostmyshoe , @angrykittty24 , @s0144700 , @hplssdreamer , @natalieroseg , @that-idiot125 , @triste-garcon-mon-cherie , @chocolate0minion , @choi-youngslay , @jasmienemien


Part I, Part II, Part III , Part IV , Part V , Part VI , Part VII , Part VIII


He started to unhook your dress, pushing you down on the bed.

Something was wrong this wasn’t supposed to be happening,

“No” You tried pushing his face away but you were weak. “Stop-Stop”

He continued to take off his shoes, before unbuckling his belt.

Keep reading


Pairing - Tattoo!Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Prompt - Tattoo Shop

Summary - You’re dying to get your first tattoo but your anxiety has other plans. Could your new neighbor be the answer to all your problems?

Warnings - n/a, just adorable fluff, y’all should be used to that by now!

Word Count - 3483

Notes - Created for @bionic-buckyb AU writing challenge! Congrats on 5K Kait!
I’ve got lots of thank yous to hand out:  To @angryschnauzer for creating this amazing tattoo!Bucky moodboard for me, to @the-witching-hours12-3 for all of her help with my tattoo questions because I am clueless, to @dianelogan for always encouraging me and reading my stuff, to @bucky-plums-barnes for creating punk edits of Seb (links to originals HERE and HERE) that I stumbled upon and happily used for inspiration, and to the slo-mo tattoo video from Smarter Every Day for helping me visualize some very important details.

My Masterlist

“I don’t think I can do this…” No way were you gonna be able to hide the nervousness in your voice, especially not from your best friend.

“Come on, (Y/N). You’ve been talking about getting a tattoo for ages, now is the time! I promised you a birthday surprise and this is it. I’m paying for the tattoo AND I’m here for moral support, you can totally do this.” Nat was practically dragging you down the street as you began to feel more and more anxious about what was about to happen.

Keep reading


ART SCHOOL | Q&A w/ Mark Rogers (PDX)

Known for his oil paintings of extraterrestrial beings in Western backdrops, artist Mark Rogers creates quite literally some out-of-this-world artwork. Rogers’s pioneer and alien narratives started out as writings that would later evolve into his body of work, focusing on this idea that “aliens are [the] modern folklore creatures of our current time.” We’re excited to chat with this self taught artist and talk about various topics including his paintings, his sketchbook, and his sighting of a U.F.O in 2009! 

Photographs courtesy of the artist.

Keep reading

Wild Things (Grayson Dolan)

Originally posted by allgirlsgoal

“watch it dude” I scoffed looking at the coffee that now stained my favorite jean jacket.

“I’m so sorry, I just didn’t see you and my mind isn’t clear and…”

I looked up at the rambling dude to see a boy about my age. He was attractive no lie but he looked frantic.

“chill dude, it’s cool.” I said cutting off his rambling.

I took my jean jack off tossing it in my backpack.

“I really am sorry.” He said looking down at his feet.

“why isn’t your mind clear?” I asked grabbing my coffee now.

“what?” he asked looking at me confused.

“you said your mind wasn’t clear, why?” I asked taking a seat at one of the bar stools.

Surprisingly he sat down beside me.

“trust me you don’t want to hear it.” He said ordering another coffee.

“well no, but humor me anyways.” I said laughing causing him to crack a smile.

He didn’t say anything as he looked at his hands. I took this time to get a good look at him. He was buff, and had a really nice jawline. He looked like he was one of those popular guys that could get anything he wanted just by smiling. However he looked super sad and anxious.

“what your two girlfriends ran into each other or something?” I asked sipping my coffee.

“no, what makes you think that?” He said raising his eyebrows.

“dude, I’m kidding. I said laughing at him.

"oh, okay.” He said cracking another small smile.

“so why are you upset?” I asked again.

He looked at me as if he was debating on telling me or not.

“I’m upset because I just feel like there is too much pressure on me to be perfect." He said looking back down at his hands.

I did kind of feel bad for him, he genuinely looked sad. However, I never showed that because that’s how you get hurt in this life.

"well why do you care so much about what other people think?” I asked him seriously.

If I cared what people thought about me, I’d never go out in public. My natural black hair was almost always extremely messy. I had a tattoos lining my now bare arms, that earned me plenty of looks from the older folks. I looked down at my ripped skinny jeans and my worn out converse.

“I don’t know I guess because I have this image to keep up with.” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“your life really isn’t yours if you constantly care what others think about you and some people are life-sucking, energy-draining, annoying bags of hell that you’ll never please anyways, so why try.” I said smiling at him.

I checked my watch seeing that I had to meet my friends in twenty minutes.

“I have to go but seriously, when you stop caring, you start living.” I said giving him a smile.

“thank you for the advice.” He said staring at me.

I gave him a nod before grabbing my backpack and walking towards the door. I didn’t know if he actually liked my advice but I thought it was pretty good.

“wait!” I heard a voice call from behind me.

I turned around seeing the boy running up to me.

“I never caught your name.” He said awkwardly rubbing his neck.

“It’s Y/N.” I said extending my hand out to him.

“Y/N I like that, I’m Grayson.” He said putting his hand in mine.

I stared at him. He looked like he just needed someone to talk to, like he was on the verge of a breakdown.

“tell me Grayson when was the last time you had fun, like real fun?” I asked raising my eyebrows.

He looked at me confused and a little worried.

“chill, it’s not anything illegal, well not terribly illegal.” I said smirking at him.

“so is it illegal fun or not?” He asked.

“oh Grayson relax, come on you’re going to love it.” I said grabbing his arm.

I don’t know why I was dragging him along. I just felt bad for him I guess. I don’t know why I felt bad for him either. I normally don’t let my feelings show just because I’ve gotten hurt so much in the past.

“I hope you aren’t opposed to breaking and entering.” I said dragging him further along.

“I mean I normally don’t engage in that sort of thing.” He said nervously laughing.

we finally arrived to my favorite place. I quickly glanced around making sure there were no cops in sight. I peeled back the fence letting Grayson enter first. I climbed under the fence right after him. Before I could walk any further, Grayson grabbed my arm.

“wait Y/N I’m nervous.” He said sighing.

“Grayson it’ll be fine, don’t you trust me?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

“I barely know you.” He said looking at me.

“I barely know you and I trust that you aren’t going to rat us out to the cops. I just want you to let loose, even if it's just for a little bit.” I said giving him a smirk.

He slowly nodded his head making me smile. I grabbed his arm dragging him to the destination. I saw his face light up as he looked around.

“Grayson welcome to The Pit.” I said offering him a smile.

The Pit was basically an unused warehouse where the misfit kids hung out. We built skate boarding ramps, and had graffiti lining the walls where people could display their art. It was just a cool place to hang out without the fear of being judged.

“Y/N, who’s this?" Jax one of the boys asked running up to us.

"this is my new friend Grayson, Grayson this is Jax.” I said introducing the two.

“you skate bro?" Jax asked.

"yeah I do, I don’t think I’m very good though.” Grayson answered with a small laugh.

“that's okay bro I suck too, if you want you can barrow one of my boards." Jax said giving Grayson a smile.

"geez Jax let me show him around first before you steal him.” I said grabbing Grayson’s arm.

Jax laughed as I walked away with Grayson.

“this is incredible.” Grayson said looking at everything.

“thanks, we uh just wanted some place where we could be ourselves you know?” I said shrugging my shoulders.

I stopped at a section of the graffiti wall. It was mine.

“is this yours?” Grayson asked staring at the wall.

“yeah it is.” I said searching his face for a sign of what he was thinking.

“wow Y/N, you’re incredibly talented, mind if I take a picture?” He asked turning to me.

“go ahead.” I said smiling.

Grayson pulled out his phone snapping the picture.

“and now one of the artist.” Grayson said turning towards me.

I gave him a little pose as he took a picture of me. Grayson and I laughed as he showed me the picture.

“what does Wild Things mean?” Grayson asked pointing to the bottom corner of the wall.

“It’s kind of what we call ourselves, The Wild Things. I use it as my tag name.” I said looking at him but he was already staring at me.

“I like it.” He said smiling.

I was about to respond when the rest of the gang came to meet Grayson. In a short amount of time Grayson was fitting in with us. Jax, Nash, Maverick, and Case took Grayson to go skateboarding. I gave him a smile before pulling out my various cans of spray paint.

“he’s cute." Isabel said from behind me.

 "don’t get any ideas, he’s a little fragile right now.” I said not turning away from my next piece.

“oh come on Y/N, look at him. I would love to get my hands on that.” She said eyeing him up.

“seriously Izzy, don’t.” I said finally looking at her.

“okay damn Y/N I won’t tread in your territory.” She said putting her hands up in defense.

“he’s not my territory.” I said rolling my eyes.

The truth was I did feel a certain pull towards Grayson though. I would never tell Isabel that considering her big mouth can’t keep a secret. After about an hour Grayson came over to me panting and out of breath.

“need some water? I have some in my backpack.” I said tossing him my backpack.

Grayson got out my water taking a long drink almost finishing it off.

“sorry.” He said looking at the almost empty water bottle.

“it’s okay Grayson, did you have fun at least?” I asked giving him a smile.

“yeah they’re really cool guys.” Grayson said gesturing to where the guys were still skateboarding.

“eh they’re alright.” I said laughing.

“what are you working on now?” Grayson asked looking at the work I had started.

“uh it’s going to be a portrait of my mom.” I said picking up another can of paint.

“are you going to show her when you’re done?” Grayson asked running his hand over the now dry paint.

I looked away feeling that all too familiar pain in my chest.

“I uh can’t she died awhile ago.” I said looking up at him.

He frowned before pulling me into a hug. I wasn’t expecting it but I slowly felt myself hugging him back.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have asked.” He said.

“It’s okay you didn’t know, you couldn’t have, we don’t know each other remember.” I said pulling away from him and offering him a small smile.

He looked down at the paint cans before picking one up.

“would you like to help me?" I asked turning to him.

He quickly put the paint can down.

"I’m uh, not an artist.” Grayson said glancing at me.

“come on, I’ll show you.” I said picking up the next color.

Grayson was still hesitant.

“are you sure? If it’s for your mom, I don’t want to mess it up.” He said giving me a concerned look.

I was feeling a little weird. Behind his big brown eyes was empathy, empathy for me.

“I’m sure G.” I said giving him his own nickname.

He gave me a smile. I handed him the paint can that I held in my hand.

“here don’t hold it down yet.” I said as he nodded.

I got my extra mask out of my bag handing it to Grayson. He put it over his face to block the fumes from the paint.

“now, let me guide your hand.” I said placing mine over the top of his.

Grayson looked at me and the little distance that was between us. I felt a chill run down my spine from his gaze.

“now lightly spray.” I said.

Grayson lightly pressed on the handle as I guided his hand across the canvas.

“and stop.” I said removing our hands.

He turned around giving me a big smile.

“that was so cool.” He said excitedly.

That was how it went for a while. Grayson held the can and sprayed and I led his hand. I didn’t realize that it got late and mostly everyone went home. I guess Grayson and I were in our own little world.

“wow, it’s getting late, we should wrap this up.” I said dropping the paint.

Grayson looked at his phone reading the time.

“Ethan is probably really worried about me.” He said.

“Ethan?” I questioned, he didn’t mention him before.

“I uh have a twin brother.” Grayson said helping me pick up the paint.

“oh no, there are two of you?” I asked laughing.

“I’m the cooler one though.” Grayson said handing me the last paint can.

“seriously thank you for your help with this piece, I can already tell it’s going to be awesome.” I said looking at the work we did.

Grayson turned his body to admire the work too.

“No, Y/N thank you. I really needed to get away and I’m glad that I let you convince me to do illegal stuff.” Grayson said making me bust up laughing.

“you’re a real rebel now.” I said smirking at him.

“I’ve always known I was a bad boy.” He said laughing.

Our laughter died down and we were left staring at each other.

“Oh, I almost forgot, there was one more thing I wanted to show you.” I said grabbing his arm again.

I walk out the backdoor of the warehouse and up a little hill. It was a little cliff that overlooked the city. It was extremely beautiful.

“this is awesome.” Grayson said admiring the view.

“got anything you want to let out?” I asked giving him a look.

“what do you mean?” He asked looking at me with a confused face.

I walked to the edge of the cliff before screaming as loud as I could manage.

“come on G, let it out.” I said turning back to him.

Grayson walked up beside me giving me a look.

“are you serious?” He asked standing beside me.

“it’ll make you feel better, just trust me.” I said grabbing his hand.

Grayson laughed before nodding his head.

“okay on three, scream as loud as you can. One. Two. Three.”

on three Grayson and I both screamed loudly. He stopped screaming and started laughing causing me to laugh too.

“feel better?” I asked looking up at him.

“much better thanks to you.” Grayson said squeezing my hand.

I blushed not realizing that we were still holding hands. I dropped his hand giving him a smile.

“we better get you home, I don’t want the other you to get worried.” I said laughing.

Grayson and I walked back to the café and turns out he lives right near there.

“thanks again Grayson, I had a really good time with you.” I said giving him a smile.

“Uh Y/N could I um, uh.” He stuttered making me giggle.

I took the pen out of my back pocket before writing my phone number on his hand.

“thanks.” He said giving me a shy smile.

“goodnight Grayson.” I called as I walked to the bus stop.

“goodnight Y/N.” He called back.

I smiled as I thought about our time together. I had this weird feeling though. A feeling that I wanted more of. Lots more.


I walked in to our apartment with a small smile on my face. It quickly faded as I saw a frantic looking Ethan.

“dude where the hell have you been? I was about to send out a search party for you!” Ethan said rushing towards me.

“chill Ethan, I’m fine.” I said pushing past him.

“you don’t tell me to chill! I tell you to chill! now where the hell were you!” He said flailing his arms.

“I met a girl, and we hung out.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“a girl? you didn’t give her any information did you? what if she’s some crazy fan and leaks it?” Ethan asked pacing back and fourth.

“Ethan chill, she didn’t even know who I was.” I said grabbing his shoulders.

“since when do you say chill?” Ethan asked giving me a look.

“since I met Y/N.” I said thinking about the girl.

“Y/N?” Ethan asked.

“yeah.” I said taking a seat.

Ethan came over sitting beside me.

“well where did you meet her, what does she look like? what did you do?” He asked trying to pry all the information out of me.

“well, I sort of spilled coffee on her at the "café and then we talked and she gave me advice. She took me to this really cool place where I went skating with a few guys and helped her paint.” I said explaining to Ethan.

Of course I left out the part of breaking and entering and graffiti which is also illegal.

“that actually sounds kind of fun, but you still didn’t tell me what she looks like.” Ethan said.

“I actually have a picture of her.” I said pulling the picture up on my phone.

“she’s hot, but not the type you usually go for.” Ethan said giving me a look.

It was true, normally I would look right past a girl like Y/N but there was just something about her that made me want to know her more.

“I know she isn’t the type I normally go for but she’s real and honest, and I really like that about her.” I said staring at the picture of her.

“wow one day with this girl and she’s already got you crushing.” Ethan said staring at me.

“I’m not crushing.” I said but even I didn’t believe what I just said.

“whatever you say brother.” Ethan said before walking out of the room.

I looked at her number on my hand before putting it in my phone. I quickly type a text message to her.

: hey Y/N, it’s Grayson. I just wanted to thank you again for letting me hang out with you. I hope we can hangout again sometime?

I was a little nervous as I pressed the send button. What if she thought I was weird and never wants to see me again? I could feel my heartbeat increase as I saw a message from her pop up.

Y/N: It was my pleasure G, and of course who else is going to help me finish my piece?

I felt a smile work its way on to my face. I had this weird feeling though. A feeling that I wanted more of. Lots more.

(first part of the Grayson series, let me know what you guys think)

EARTH & FIRE - (moana) maui x reader

r e q u e s t e d
“Could I get a request with readerxMaui? The reader is another demigod but of the Fire and earth, she has lived with Moana’s family ever since Maui took the heart, but she has never really forgotten him. But she promises Moana’s grandmother that she will protect Moana so when they find Maui and he chits her in that cave, the reader gets mad and actually reveals herself sooner than planned. Sorry if that is too specific, if you can’t do that, that’s okay.”
|[ 1,872 words ]|

Y/N = your name

In this, you took a different appearance. Only small changes like covering your tattoos (which are basically like Maui’s) and changing your height.

◢ ◣◥ ◤ ◢ ◣◥ ◤ ◢ ◣◥ ◤

 Maui… How long has it been since you had last seen Maui? You felt has if it had been thousands of years. And maybe it had.

 You closed your eyes, vaguely remembering his taunting smirk, his soft hair, his deep voice and his tattoos, recounting both of your exploits. You used to be best friend, or you liked to think a little more. Yet, your relationship had never really been established.

Keep reading

sunflowerstozier  asked:

Congrats on 1K my love, you deserve it!!! 😍😍😍 could I get a moodboard and/or hcs (whatever you prefer) of tattoo artist Richie/florist Eddie? 💖 I love my soft boys 😭


-Richie started off as an apprentice in a tattoo shop before he ended up opening his own shop with his friends Beverly and Bill

-Eddie took over his family’s flower shop despite his allergies because he loves the place and he loves the flowers even if they make it hard to breath sometimes

-Richie’s had this shop for almost a year now and he is just noticing the flower shop right next door, alright maybe he’s not noticing the shop but the cute guy who’s struggling to grab his keys with an armful of flowers

-After helping Eddie get into his shop Richie will find any excuse to swing by and visit Eddie, Eddie wouldn’t mind as much if he wasn’t always getting so distracted by him

-It doesn’t take long for Richie to ask Eddie out for dinner “I’ll pick you up on my motorcycle, it’ll be cool.” Eddie has never ridden on a motorcycle before and he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to, but he does, and he doesn’t hate it as much as he thought he would. Especially not when he’s hugging Richie’s waist tight and pressing his face against Richie’s back

-Eddie will bring flowers and plants over to the tattoo shop for them to put in the windows and on their counters all the work spaces are full of them and it really gives more life to the place

-Richie convinces Eddie to get a tattoo after a lot of begging, it’s a chest piece of all of Eddie’s favorite flowers. When Eddie sees the finished tattoo he almost cries but decides to pull Richie into a deep kiss instead, that was their first kiss, Richie had always been too nervous to initiate anything cause he’s a huge NERD

-After the first kiss it’s as if the floodgates have opened and their friends hate how much they end up walking in on the two making out everywhere and anywhere they can find some sort of private space or not so private, they seem not to care too much 


anonymous asked:

can we talk about harry getting a little tattoo on his ring finger when he gets married?? just imagine how sweet it'd be aww

PLEASEEEE I THINK ABOUT THIS OFTEN BECAUSE IT’S LITERALLY SOMETHING HARRY WOULD DO!!! He’d be so cute about it, too, and maybe he doesn’t even tell you when he has one of his mates that have done a million of his other smaller tattoos do it. It could happen a month of so after the wedding and honeymoon (which was nearly a whole month itself and Harry had told everyone to fuck off while the two of you disconnected from the rest of the world for a bit). You’ve had a little over a week to settle in as newlyweds now, though, not that it took much, because you finally stopped paying rent at your own place and moved in with Harry completely about a year ago (even though he had been begging you to for months beforehand, because you mostly lived together, anyway, so it just made sense and you were just wasting money). Today’s been his first day back at work, though, which really just entailed going to a few meetings and getting a bit of writing done for his next album, and the rest of the time was spent fucking around with his team. 

When he comes home, he finds you in the kitchen finishing up dinner, and he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and presses his face into your neck. “’F you tracked dirt into this house because you refuse to take your shoes off at the door, ‘m gonna’ kill you,” you tell him, placing a hand over his on your tummy, and you feel him smiling against your skin. “You wouldn’t. Can’t live without me,” he shoots back, and you spin around until you’re facing him, and he’s grinning down at you (and you, up at him). He leans in after that, but you turn your head so that he misses your lips and gets your cheek instead. You expect him to put up a fight, pretend that he’s hurt, but instead he just presses his lips harder against your cheek, grabs for your hands, and laces your fingers together. He’s got you pressed between his body and the counter by the time he starts peppering wet kisses along your jaw, and you groan, doing your best to move away from his assault. His grip tightens and he presses up against you a bit harder. “You’re so annoying,” you complain, but you’re out of breath from laughing so hard, and he knows you don’t mean it. “‘S too bad. Y’stuck with me,” he counters, bringing your intertwined hands up, and that’s when you see it. 

You’ve had an obsession with looking at Harry’s left hand ever since you put his wedding ring there during your ceremony, and each time your heart has lurched and you’ve nearly caught a sob in your throat. This time it’s no different, but it’s more intense than it has been since the first few days, because there’s the tiniest bit of black ink just below where his new, shiny wedding band rests against the fourth finger. Said ink appears to be in the shape of your first name’s initial, in your handwriting, and there’s a red sort of glow around it, which leads you to think that it may be permanent. That thought makes you feel a bit dizzy and you must look very suddenly drained of color, because Harry narrows his eyes at you, and then follows your gaze to his finger. He smiles, and you look up at him with wide eyes. “You like it, then?” He questions, his voice his softer, but just hearing the rasp of it brings a smile to your face and you hold his left hand tighter. 

“Is it real?” You murmur, and he lets out a breath of laugh, because it very obviously is, but your voice sounds genuinely filled with wonder as if you don’t quite believe it. “’Ve got ‘big’ tattooed on one of ‘m big toes, ‘nd you’re asking me ‘f your initial is real or not?” He teases, and you want to swat at his chest, but you’d rather keep holding his hands, squeezing them as if to encourage him to further explain. “Remember when I told you I didn’t even need a ring? That night when you thought I was proper smashed ‘nd I was beggin’ you to let’s just get married already, and your argument was that we didn’t have rings yet?” He starts, and you give him a small nod, and he lets out another quiet laugh. “I believe I told you we could just get tattoos ‘f some sort on our ring fingers after, didn’t I?” You nod again, and he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, and you wrap your arms around his middle, hugging him close to you. You had been together right around four years now, and you still were never able to get close enough to him. “Still wanted mine. Even if you wouldn’t let me marry you that night. You’re part ‘f me. Already were, but now y’can see it,” he says, and you turn your head to press a kiss to his palm and then you’re leaning up to kiss him properly right after. 

Harry makes a choked off sound, like he’s surprised by the kiss, but he melts into it easily. You think you could probably kiss him forever, just like this – standing in the middle of your kitchen, you in your joggers and t-shirt, and Harry in the same except he’s got on jeans, feeling the newest sensation of feeling an extra ring on his hand as he cups your cheek. It’s breathtaking, and you’re certain no one has ever been as in love as the two of you are. When you pull apart for a bit of air, you tell him that you want his initial, too, and he raises an eyebrow. “Y’can have it t’night if you trust me enough t’let me do it,” he tells you, and you nod quickly. He’s no tattoo artist, you know that, but he does have a kit, and he’s got enough tattoos himself to know how to do it properly. He’s also tattooed a few of his mates, just as they’ve done him, so you know he knows what he’s doing. Also, there’s something about Harry tattooing his own initial, in his handwriting, into your skin that makes it beyond intimate. Just the idea makes you feel hot all over and needy for him, so you press closer and drag your hand over the dip in his back beneath his t-shirt. He clearly doesn’t pick up on it, though, because he smiles as he presses a peck to your lips and steps away. You whine because that’s all you get out of him. 

Not a minute later, though, you catch his smirk and realize that he has, in fact, picked up on it, but instead of doing something about it, he’s taking two plates from the cabinet and placing them on the counter beside the dish of pasta you’ve successfully made (and forgotten about in the fifteen minutes he’s been home). When he speaks, it seems so sudden that you nearly jump. “Know tattoos get y’ all hot ‘n bothered, baby, but think about how bad y’gonna’ want it after I’ve done your tattoo,” he tells you, turning back to face you and setting both plates in front of the barstools at the island in the center of the kitchen. “Remember when y’got your first? Could hardly keep y’off ‘f me while I drove us home,” he says, and his voice is fond and you love when he does this – pretend he’s not just as affected as you are. You let him be cocky, even if you know the truth. “Promise I’ll take good ‘f you after we’re finished. Know how wet it gets you,” he murmurs, once you’re sitting beside him, and you lean over to press a kiss just below his jaw, and he places a hand on the inside of your thigh. 

You end up getting two tattoos that night – an ‘H’ in his handwriting, just below where your wedding band rests, to match his, and a heart he’s drawn directly on the skin of your hip. “’S a fuckin’ shame ‘m not gonna be able t’get my mouth on y’there for a week now,” he tells you after he’s finished, and you tell him there are plenty of other places he can put his mouth in the meantime.

And he does

So there was a very old man who had numbers tattooed on his arm. I noticed them but said nothing, because there’s no real way to casually bring up being a holocaust survivor. Anyways, this dude behind him sees them and snickers “it’s a shame you weren’t sent to Auschwitz”. I refused to check this dude’s items out, and a supervisor backed my opinion. He got his items but he’s now banned from our store because he made some very insulting remarks to our black employees. I’m glad that scum won’t be seen in any Wally World in my area.