shes made a tattoo


***PLEASE NOTE: This is Part One of a series. You can find Part Two linked below.***

Pairing: TattooArtist!Daveed x Reader

Requested?: Nope. I’m literally just a slut for tattoos and @gratitudejoyandsorrow got this idea in my head, so this imagine was born. 

Prompt: Your first tattoo experience was more pleasant than you thought it would be. 

Words: 2.4k+

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A/N: My first Daveed imagine and it is super self-indulgent, who would’ve thought? This is a Tattoo Artist AU (if I didn’t make it clear before) and I’m in love with it. Shout out to @diggs4life , @tempfixeliza , @helplesslylins and @secretschuylersister for being so encouraging and amazing these past couple days. Shout out to Lola for inspiring this! I hope you all enjoy :)

Originally posted by saymaybetothis

You were finally going to do it. After a year of contemplating, you had found the perfect tattoo to go under your collarbone. That was step one, you spent another month looking up all the tattoo parlors in the neighborhood and ultimately choosing one that had good reviews and modest prices. Today was your appointment and as you left your front door and entered the summer heat, you could feel the urge to chicken out clawing at the back of your mind.


This has been put off for far too long. It was now or never. So you took a deep breath and continued the trek to the bus. 20 minutes later you found yourself outside the parlor, 5 minutes earlier than the time you set with the man on the phone. You stared at the door as if it was going to open and pull you in itself but, you had to make the move. With the last burst of confidence you had, you swung open the door and stepped inside. Waiting there to greet you was a man with medium brown hair and dark green eyes, his tank top left little to the imagination as your eyes were instantly pulled to his many tattoos over his arms and shoulders, stopping right at his neck. He glanced up as the doorbell rang, giving you a small smile as you made your way over.

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my grandmother was born somewhere between romania and transylvania
i do not know much else about her
but i know
she had one older brother
(like me)
she had bright blue eyes
(like my brother)
and her father died when she was too young
(just like mine did)

my grandmother was sent to auschwitz. 
she watched her mother get sent to her death.
her life was saved by a nurse
whose name she never knew.
she met the love of her life in a dp camp
and she moved to canada not speaking english
and just five years later
she had a son
(and then three more)
and she was happy.

i do not know much about my grandmother
i don’t know her birthday or her hometown
or what she sounded like when she laughed
i don’t even know the number that was tattooed on her arm,
her reminder that she made it out of hell alive.
but i do know that only two things
truly separate me from my grandmother,
and they are
time and circumstance
and nothing in this world scares me more than that.


(family) history

I wrote this as part of a poetry suite for my writing lab, and i thought that today, yom hashoah, would be a good time to share it with you all. my grandmother lived a good life after the holocaust. at the time of her death, she had four sons and thirteen grandchildren. now, her legacy is two sons, fifteen grandchildren and 2 great-grandchildren; her great-granddaughter bears her name. my zeida, he’s still alive, though his dementia is so bad he can no longer communicate at all. he and my grandmother were so incredibly in love, so incredibly happy, and they lived with daily reminders of the atrocities they survived. we can never forget, because we cannot allow the same horrors to be relived. i can never forget because it is a horror that flows through my blood and makes up my atoms.


It’s been a while since I haven’t posted one with mister Jack Maynard so here we go! I really enjoy this idea though, my imagination is weird sometimes haha . By the way, sorry for not posting this week end I was spending it with my sister but here I am, with some of my own ideas again! Hope you like it my lovely bunnies (Idk what I’m on about )

Jack walked into the shop, the paper in hand as he looked around the empty shop. Jack was confused as he was here for his appointment in time but not one was in the shop. Just as he made his way to the counter, a girl showed up and as soon as she looked up, he was mesmerized. A smile was forming on his lips as his eyes analysed her face. “Mr Maynard , right?” He jumped out of his thoughts at the sound of her voice. “Yeah, that’s right. You can call me Jack.” The fake blonde boy said, a smirk showing on his lips. “I’m Y/N. I’ll be the one tattooing you today.” She replied, smiling back and Jack noticed the small dimples showing on her cheeks.

Y/N grabbed the paper from his hands and looked at the drawing, who seemed to be the tattoo. “Follow me.” She ordered and made her way to the equipment, sitting down on her stool and watched the young attractive boy sit on the other stool and cross his arms on the black bench, clearing used to the situation. “Are you a loyal costumer of ours?” She asked as she was putting the plastic gloves on and putting the transparent liquid on Jack’s toned arm. “I actually am.” He replied, grinning up at her and his eyes suddenly fell on her own tattoos. She didn’t have too many but still quite a few. And it had Jack hypnotised. His eyes were watching every detail of the three ones on her forearms. A small guitar on her right arm, a feather with some letters on her right wrist and a date on her left one.

Jack didn’t even realize that she was already sticking his skin with the needle impregnated in black ink. But he was so used to this sensation that he couldn’t feel any the pain anymore. His eyes were darting over to the wall behind Y/N. Some drawings were hanging on the wall and they were insanely good. “Did you draw that?” Jack asked, breaking the silence in the room. And Y/N glanced over her shoulder slightly, smiling at him. “I did.” She simply shrugged before focusing back on the tattoo. “You’re very talented.” Jack admitted, watching the cheeky little smile that she was trying to hide. “I’m not sure flirting whilst you’re getting a tattoo is the right thing to do.” Y/N joked. “Who said I was flirting?” Jack teased and she blushed even more. And then it went silent again only for a few minutes until Jack’s curiosity grew.

“Sorry for asking but what’s the date for?” He asked, eyeing the tattoo on her left arm. “I could ask you the same question.” She replied, eyeing his own and Jack laughed slightly at her comment. “It’s my birth date. Silly, I know.” Jack answered, his blue eyes meeting her green ones. “Your turn.” He said, nodding towards her arm again and she sighed. “It’s the date where I got my first tattoo.” She replied, her eyes focused on the last touches of the design. “You really love being a tattooist, don’t you?” Jack asked but it sounded more like an affirmation. “I do.” Y/N stated, wrapping the plastic foil around his arm as a smile appeared on her lips. Jack was fascinated by the way her eyes were glowing at the question, simply by her. And he was annoyed that it was done so quickly because he had to leave and probably wouldn’t come back in a long time.

As Y/N was putting everything away and throwing the gloves in the bin, she looked at the tattoo, her arms crossed. “Why ‘LDN’?” She asked, her own curiosity growing. Jack stood up as they made their way to the counter, allowing him to pay for his new creation. “I just love living here. This city is incredible.” Jack admitted, glancing over his shoulder to the glass windows, were the sunset was visible. As Jack looked back to the girl in front of him, he felt the urge to see her again. “Will you go on a date with me?” He blurred out, carefully watching her reaction. “Oh so you were flirting after all.” Y/N laughed and Jack quickly joined in, before his eyes fell on the piece of paper that she was handing to him. Jack simply took it and his eyes darted over the number written on it. “It was nice to meet you, Jack.” She said, smirking at him as Jack slowly walked backwards , his eye still locked with hers. “Nice to meet you too, Y/N.” Jack replied, smiling one more time at her before turning around and walking out of the shop.

Jack was already filled with excitement at the thought of seeing her again. The tattoo girl, as he would call her.

megansarah11  asked:

Soulmates klaroline :)

Thank you @megansarah11 for believing I could write today and sending me this. I actually have another soulmate au idea I’ve been meaning to send you. Maybe someday.

Sorry if it’s horrible, I just threw it together in like an hour and there’s no beta. But I think I was feeling the writing thing again and hopefully the plot is easy to follow.




Caroline rubbed at the number on the side of her ribcage as she sat on the poolside chair trying to get a steady tan unsure of why it was itching. It hadn’t burned so much as the first night she had received it nine years ago in her eighteenth birthday, her soulmate’s age tattooed to her side. She reached for the bottle of sun lotion only to have it slip out of her hands rolling under a chair a few feet over.

She adjusts her top before she moves to her knees getting ready to stand when a figure out of the corner of her eyes stops covering her with his shadow. Caroline realizes it’s a man standing by her bottle of lotion as he sets down his towel. She tries not to stare at the dirty blonde curls and wicked curve of his mouth as he reaches down picking it up as his eyes look her over appreciatively.

“Is this yours, Love?” he asks striding over to her, his towel long forgotten as their eyes meet, their faces more than a few inches apart as she is still on her knees and he stands at full height.

Her tongue darts out to lick the middle of her upper lip before she speaks, “Yeah, sorry, slippery fingers,” Caroline replies wiggling her fingers at him.


Klaus knows he’s staring; he can’t seem to bring himself to stop knowing he’s not usually this helpful but his heart in his chest keeps pounding. The number on his chest itching like it only had once before in his life, the last night he spent in his step-father’s coven before escaping through the woods. He blinks away the memory turning his attentions back to the beautiful blonde before him with the emerald eyes.

He uncaps the lotion as he pushes himself one step closer to her, his eyes smoldering, “Burning?” he inquires with feign casual tone that he’s certain she sees through.

Her head tilts in interest, “Come again?” the goddess before him answers with a question that’s as littered with innuendo as his earlier one.

Klaus smirks down at her, his fingers itching to trace her lips, “Did you need to apply some more?” he queries squeezing the bottle so the liquid forms a quarter size circle on his other palm.

She looks hesitant as she watches, her answer is tentative as well but her eyes seem to sizzle and spark, “I –yes,” she replies coyly.


His lips purse attractively, Caroline thinks as she struggles not to drool down on the pavement, “Fantastic,” he says coming around her chair his hands coming down on her shoulders.

He massages the lotion into her skin making her bite her lip to keep from moaning, “Just here?” he asks quietly next to her ear making her breath hitch as his hands slide lower down her shoulder blades.

Her breaths grew ragged as his deftly fingers ran over her mark soothing it, “Yeah, that’s perfect,” she sighs, finally enjoying her vacation, “My sides too,” she says needlessly.


Klaus laughs quietly as she falls into a sitting position on top of her luscious legs so he follows her down nudging her arms forward to touch her stomach. He hated to admit Rebekah was right, he needed to have fun on this trip too and this was certainly enjoyable. By the sounds she was making it was mutual, then he felt the slight bump on her skin just over her ribcage, his eyes darting to the spot.

“Hmm, that’s funny,” he murmured, his words rumbling deep in his chest as his finger brushed over it once more realizing exactly what it was.

“How’s that?” the blonde mumbled out sounding half-gone still as Klaus took his hands off of her body sitting at the edge of her seat waiting for her head to turn.

“I’m 31,” he offers hoping she’ll get his drift and fess up to the mark she has in such a precarious place on her body as he clenches his fists wanting to touch it again.


Caroline feels his hands glide away from her body making goosebumps appear as she registers what he has just admitted. Thirty-one, he said he was thirty-one, her eyes blink and she realizes he’s seen her mark. A blush rushes her cheeks, she forgot all about it as he was touching her, would he think it was a funny coincidence?

“Oh, my tattoo,” she asserts covering it with her hand as she reaches for her towel wrapping it around her front, hopefully inconspicuously.

He makes a non-comital noise, “What’s it stand for?” he asks as if he’s humoring her, Caroline huffs feeling defensive all of a sudden.

She wriggles her nose as if it’s a bad memory, “Uh, just something I got stamped on me a few years ago.” Caroline tells him and it’s not really a lie.


Klaus blows air out of his nose, his eyes intent on her face looking to catch her in a lie, any lie but he hasn’t found one yet. Well, except the one about her mark being a tattoo, she was a little witch, she was made from magic just like him. But how would he go about proving it without scaring her off? She smiles, he was going to have today after all.

“Huh,” he pauses, his fingers brushing up her arm in a non-threatening way feeling her shiver under his touch, “And how old are you?”

Her answer is typical, “That’s not a very nice question to ask a woman,” she replies, and honestly Klaus hadn’t expected more from her than that. She was feisty and he was impressed.

“I’m not very nice,” he retorts swiftly as she turns in her seat looking at him dead on, her towel only riding higher and higher up, he notes.

She squints, and by gods he finds her fascinating, “You know, I’m getting that,” his possible soulmate rejoinders lifting her leg getting ready to step away from him.

Evidently he sees he’s angered her because his arm reaches out and his hand grazes hers as she pushes against his chest unknowingly almost grazing his tattoo.

“I’m a stranger,” he appeals to her, his eyes huge as he blinks innocently back at her, “You’ll never have to see again if you answer wrong.”


Caroline’s lips are a thin line as she considers him, he was obviously bonkers. That or he had already hit the free bar at the end of the pool but she didn’t smell any alcohol on him. There was one other possibility but Caroline didn’t even want to think about that notion.

“How can my age be wrong?” she asks him curiously, somewhere in her mind knowing she has sealed her fate as he smiles widely and somehow knowingly as well.

He seems to weigh his words before answers her directly, “Because you and I both know that’s a witch’s soulmate mark, not a random number,” he murmurs.

Caroline chokes, “You’re a warlock?” she cries looking around the pool in shock, why did it have to be the third possibility. It was her freaking vacation. Not another witch’s convention.


Klaus laughs seeing the war in her eyes as she struggles with the idea that she’s just met another under-realm being like herself. He finds himself thinking that even if she isn’t his soulmate he’d enjoy her by his side, fight for her even to be there. The odd thought grounds him reminding him there’s still a conversation to be had.

“Louder, Sweetheart,” he stammers between chuckles, “I don’t think the lifeguard heard you,” noticing the hostile look that she sends his way straight after.

He tries to stop snickering, he truly does but he finds he can’t until she crosses her arms and says to him; “Fine, I’m twenty-six,” then his amusement is at a new low.

With his curiosity piqued, he leans in until his breath tickles her cheeks and asks her, “And did your mark stop burning when I touched it?”


Caroline frowns, the mood shifting once again unsure of where this conversation is going and if she’s okay with where it might end. If she’s prepared for where it might lead for that matter. She lifts her chin up taking a deep breath her hands falling down and her towel falling away exposing her neatly written thirty-one.

“Well, yeah but that was the sun lotions fault,” she answers him utterly thunderstruck by his question, her anger dissolving.

He shakes his head once, “Really? Because my 26 still burns,” he explains unbuttoning his shirt to show her here the printed number is over his chest.

“You’re joking?” she claims her head dipping lower their noses brushing as she takes in the number over his chest, the number being that age of his soulmate, her age.

“Have a look for yourself,” he whispers without need knowing she’s seen it, that she believes him.

“That’s my handwriting,” she tells him breathlessly as the tips of her nails graze the mark, the bite of her nail making him shudder.

“And this is mine,” he sighs as his fingers brush over her ribs.

“I’m Caroline,” she introduces herself as she sits back up realizing how strange it must be for people watching them in such a public place.

“Klaus,” he murmurs amusement alight in his eyes as he catches her blush, “Did you want to get out of here?

Tattoo (Ethan)

anonymous: Can you make an imagine? G or E being a tattoo artist and while tattooing you he slowly falls in love with you?

Originally posted by itsjoanneee

You were a Youtuber, you did whatever your fans wanted. Which meant if you had to do crazy things you would do them, anything for your fans whom you loved so much. This particular video you were really nervous for but you were going to do it anyway. “Hey guys, whats up it’s Y/N and me and my two amazing friends; Eliana and Scott are going to be spinning a wheel to see what our punishments are gonna be.” You smiled at the camera while your two friends came into frame they waved at the camera smiling from ear to ear. “Alright guys, you ready?” They nodded and Scott spun the wheel. The three of you watched it spin you wanted him to get the shock collar but of course it landed on a pass you looked at him then back at the camera “That is not fair at all.” He stuck his tongue out and Eliana spun the wheel. Her face dropped as it landed on habanero- pepper and taser “No, there’s no way I can do that.” You laughed spinning the wheel, you kept laughing not noticing the wheel landed on tattoo, your smile immediately dropped “No! No!” You screamed looking at your friends “If I get a tattoo with you do i still have to do the hot sauce and taser?” Your friend looked at you with hopeful eyes you shook your head “But you still have to do the taser.” She groaned and nodded “Fine.” You looked at the camera “Well, let’s go get the tattoos.” You put your hand over the lens, picking up the camera “Alright let’s go, I know a great place to get a tattoo.” Your friend exclaimed as you grabbed the camera. After about 20 minutes in the car you were there, you turned your camera on looking at the building then back at your camera. “So, we’re here. I’m nervous as hell but let’s go get some tattoos.” You handed your camera off to your friend Scott. As the three of you walk in you see this boy he was absolutely gorgeous, his curls covering the top of his eyes, his tongue out concentrating on the tattoo he was drawing, he looked up immediately locking eyes with you, he smiled and stood up to greet the three of you. “Hey Scott what’s up?” They did the guy handshake smiling at each other “These two are getting a tattoo” Ethan looks between the two of you and smirks then looks back at Scott “What about you man?” Scott shook his head “I have enough” Ethan raised his eyebrow “You have none” “Exactly.” Everyone laughed you looked at your camera “Let’s get this over with.” You walked over to the table/bed thingy looking at all the drawings “Eli, I’m picking yours” Her head snapped towards Scott and she shook her head looking back at you. You shrugged smiling a bit flipping through the pictures “Can I pick yours?” You looked up at Ethan shrugging “Sure why not, you look like you have good taste. I trust you.” You smiled holding the camera up. You looked straight at the camera smiling wide “Lets do it.” You handed your camera off to Scott laying on the bed/table “So I’ve always wanted a tattoo on the side of my rib cage, hopefully it doesn’t hurt too much. I also don’t know what I’m getting but I trust Ethan oddly enough, lets get to it.” You laid on your side lifting your shirt you told Ethan you didn’t want to see it at all so your reaction for the camera was real so you told him to do the best he could after about an hour of you wincing and biting your lip to keep from screaming Etha was finally done. “Alright, I’m done.” He did one more wipe down over your tattoo allowing you to check it out.

-Ethan’s POV-

My god this girl is gorgeous and I’m not talking about her looks, those are a bonus. Her soul, her personality, how she interacts with the camera, her friends. Scott told me about her and I watched her videos, but she’s even better in person and the fact that I got to tattoo her made it even better. I watched her as she looked at her tattoo, I knew she’d like it, it said “Outer beauty attracts, but inner beauty captivates.” With a bunch of Roses behind the words. Her face lit up smiling wide damn her smile was gorgeous, I have a lot of pretty girls come in here but they don’t compare to the inner beauty this girl has. I have caught myself staring at her a couple times while I was wiping the extra ink away I couldn’t help it she was mesmerizing. “What do you think? The roses will lighten up in a couple days and you’ll see the words better.” She smiled and looked at me I could get used to that smile… Am I falling for her? I never felt like this before I don’t know this feeling. Apparently I was staring at her because she had this weird look on her face I blinked my eyes a couple times “I’m sorry what did you say?” She smiled once more and licked her lips “I love it, its amazing you have a real talent.” I couldn’t help but smile “Thank you, please come back any time you want.” She reached for her wallet and I put up my hand “No charge, its on me.” She thanked me with a hug I wrapped my arms around her waist breathing in her scent. I don’t know if this is weird or not but I don’t know what else to do, and the next thing I knew the words came out like vomit “Y/N? Can I ask you something? Off camera.” She turned her camera off walking over to the side with me I took a deep breath it was now or never. “I was wondering if I could take you out sometime, if not I completely understand.” She giggled which was music to my ears “I would love to Ethan. Here’s my number.” She wrote down her number on a piece of paper handing it to me she winked and walked out with her friends. I actually did it, next step, telling her I fell in love with her.


Look At The Stars

A/N: so, fun fact I got a tattoo today, and so I kinda got inspiration from getting my tattoo, to write about my interpretation of it (also this is gonna be v short js)

Genre: sad lol

Word Count: 449 words

Your P.O.V

I walk down the footpath, my heart feeling as heavy as ever, and I don’t know whether it’s from the anxiety, or if something else, or even someone else is still on my mind. I stop in front of the shop, clutch tightly on to my art book in my hands, take a deep breath, and walk through the door, up the two flights of stairs.

I’m greeted with very professional drawings and the sound of a tattoo gun going off, which instantly makes me nervous, and my heart starts to pound, and it feels like it’s going to jump out of my throat, but I should probably do this now, before I chicken out, and never do it.

“Hey there, what can I do for you today?” A lady at the front desk greets me, with a warm smile.

“Hi, so I was wondering if I could possibly get this tattooed on me, today?” I ask opening up my art book and showing her what I wanted to get done, just a simple quote with stars around it.

“Oh yeah definitely, I think we should have some space for you to do it today, so let’s just look at the design, and see what we can do.” She says smiling warmly at my nervous stature.

I wonder off into the waiting room to sign a consent form, so that we can begin. We fitted the stencil on my back, and she began her magic.

Getting this tattoo, made me feel a lot better about everything that has been going on in my personal life, with a lot of tragedies and everything, this tattoo is just kinda a reminder that everything is gonna be okay.

“So what does this tattoo mean to you?” The tattooist asks over the seemingly quiet buzzing sound coming from the tattoo gun.

“Well, recently, my boyfriend, Dan passed away unexpectedly, so this tattoo is just a reminder that, if I look up to the sky at night, and look at the stars, he’s shining and watching over me.” I say starting to tear up slightly.

A couple of hours later and the tattoo is finished, with the words “look at the stars, look how they shine for you” going across my back, with stars all around it.

Now I’ll always have a reminder that, no matter what happens in my life without Dan, he’s always looking down, shining for me.


Half of the people on my dash won’t give a shit but I don’t care, I’m gonna ramble.

So I just saw WONDER WOMAN and I’m honestly just - heart eyes. So much. I was so damn nervous about this movie after BVS and SS were botched, but they did it BEAUTIFULLY. Her origin, the story, the graphics, literally everything was astounding. I was a roller-coaster of emotions throughout this shit, man. 

Not many movies have made me want to go run a mile and save the fuckign world, but this one did. It’s been like an hour and a half since it let out and I’m still pumped. I wish I had any kind of confidence in my writing ability whatsoever because writing her would be amazeballs. She’s been my idol since I was like, 10, along with Luna. And they NAILED her movie. I’m so fucking excited. I just thought you should all know: it’s great. See it. 

anonymous asked:

Oml i love the badboy au parents pls do more interactions iM SCR E AMING

Okay but I’m Say Yes to the Dress is on right now and for some reason, i got really inspired. Like for the Bad Boy Taehyung Au, a few years into the future, Taehyung knows Yoongi is the love of his life and there will never be anyone else he wants so he decides to propose. The only major problem though is that he wants to make sure both of Yoongi’s parents support them. It’s honestly the biggest deal for him, almost to the point where he won’t propose if one of them says no.

Yoongi’s brother actually laughs when Taehyung tells him this.

“You know my brother loves you right? He’d still marry you no matter what our parents said.”

Taehyung DOES know that. The younger has no doubt Yoongi would quickly jump into his car and drive all the way down to Las Vegas for a shotgun wedding if Taehyung asked him, but that’s not the point. The point is Taehyung’s own parents aren’t really the best, they don’t hit him or abuse him but they do tend to ignore him and toss money to leave them alone, and he wants to make sure Yoongi has the support he doesn’t at such a huge time. Especially because they are still so young for something so huge.

“I know, but this is important.” Taehyung softly smiles.

Mrs. Min takes the news of him wanting to propose almost exactly like Taehyung thought she would; loudly and happy. The lady right from the start, back when he and Yoongi were only in that in-between place of fuck buddies and boyfriends, had welcomed him pretty openly. Of course, she hated the way he was covered in tattoos, she made it known well enough that Taehyung was like another son to her already but those fucking tattoos were just annoying. It’s kind of the reason why he picked telling her first.

“Hey Mrs. Min,” Taehyung smiles softly as the woman turns to look at him from her spot at the stove. “Can we talk about something?”

She nods and Taehyung can see the way she smiles at the turtleneck sweater he decided to wear to cover the ink on his skin.

“What is it, baby? Are you having troubles at work again? You know Min mama can go down there and kick some asses again.”

The words pull a loud laugh from Taehyung. He feels the familiar warmth in the pit of his stomach he only felt around the woman whenever she referred to him with a term of endearment as she did her own sons, it really made him appreciate the women in a way he never had his own mother. Especially when she stood up for him in ways his own parents didn’t.

“No No,” Taehyung shakes his head reassuringly. “It’s nothing like that. Actually, i wanted to… well, I wanted to talk to you about asking Yoongi to marry me.”

For a moment the entire kitchen is silent. Taehyung swears he can feel his entire life flash before his eyes as he looks at Yoongi’s mother with a look of hope and fear mixed together. It all melts away when the woman breaks into the biggest grins he’s ever seen her wear before she jumps up and down clapping. He doesn’t even get the chance to say anything, Mrs. Min roughly pulls him into her arms and squishes him as close as she can to herself as a few tears leave her eyes.

It’s a moment he’s never really had and his own eyes fill with unshed tears as well.

“My sweet Taehyunggie, of course, you can marry Yoonie!” The women sniffles. “I already think of you as my own son there’s no way I would ever not let you marry Yoongi.”

They sit together in the kitchen, holding each other and crying until Yoongi returns home from his college classes and raises an eyebrow at them. Taehyung laughs and gently pulls himself away from Yoongi’s mom.

“We were just uh crying…. because we were… chopping onions.”

Talking to Mr. Min about wanting to propose to Yoongi is a whole other story.  

Sure, their relationship as boyfriend and father of boyfriend’s boyfriend has improved over the years Taehyung’s been dating Yoongi but the younger is still scared to talk to the elder man about something like marriage. He doesn’t think Yoongi’s father will shut him out completely, he knows Yoongi’s father loves his son and would never do anything to disturb Yoongi’s happiness, more so, Taehyung is afraid that he isn’t enough to ask for Yoongi’s hand in marriage.

Mr. Min has never said it out loud but Taehyung knows the man thinks he isn’t good enough to take care of Yoongi.

Taehyung can’t really say he blames him for thinking that way when the elder has had to make several trips to the Daegu police station to bail him out of jail over the years they’ve known each other. Though it’s been a while since Taehyung’s gotten in trouble with the law, thanks to Yoongi’s constant ass kickings and lectures to get him to behave, Taehyung’s past is something that he can’t really forget. He was a little shit, he did break into homes and steal money, he did constantly spray paint walls for fun and get into bar fights. All those things were more than enough for Yoongi’s father to not want him to marry his son.

“Uh, Sir,” Taehyung gulps as he knocks on Mr. Min’s office door. “I would like to talk to you about something if you have time.”

Yoongi’s father raises an eyebrow at him from his desk.

“Shouldn’t you be in class right now, Taehyung?”

It’s true, Taehyung was skipping his own college classes to come down to his boyfriend’s father’s office but he figured the elder wouldn’t notice. Of course, he was wrong.

“Well but it’s kind of important.”

Mr. Min motions for Taehyung to sit down and the boy does so, though it’s slowly and his movements jerk with fear.

“I wanted to ask… well… if you would let me ask your son to marry me.” Taehyung takes in a shaky breath before locking eyes with the man that stares at him with an unreadable expression. “I know I’m not good enough for him, I know that I fucked up a lot in the past and you’ve had to deal with me at times when you shouldn’t have too and I know you wish Yoongi would have ended up with some accountant or doctor and not some tattoo artist but i-”

“Taehyung please.”

Mr. Min sighs and lets the papers he’d been holding fall to the desk in front of him. The man looks tired as if he’s been thinking too much about something important and for a moment Taehyung fears the man will just tell him to shut the fuck up and leave. For a moment Taehyung thinks he’s never going to get the man’s blessing.

“I think you misunderstand me.” The man smiles softly. “There was a time when I thought my son was too good for you. I thought you were just some thug covered in tattoos and piercings that would lead Yoongi into a bad reputation and ruin his future.”

Taehyung sags in his seat sadly.

“But- but then I saw how you took care of him. I saw how you fought for my son and protected him. I saw how you were the first one to hold him when he was unhappy and were the first to cheer for him when he talked about his dreams and I realized something.” Taehyung’s eyes widen as Mr. Min stands and pulls him into a hug. “You are indeed a little shit but you are a good man for Yoongi and I am happy you want to marry him, you have my blessing.”

Taehyung again spends almost an hour crying, this time in his car as he thinks back to the first time he met Yoongi’s father and the man pretended to not approve of him as a test.

Taehyung cries as he holds a box in his hands with a golden ring sitting snug in the middle of it and thinks about Yoongi, his soon to be fiance he was crazy in love with.

Royai Week 2017-Day Two: Black Tie

“Why am I here again, sir?” 

He turned his head to study her stony expression. For a reason he was still trying to ascertain she had been acting cagey and agitated during the event. She wouldn’t tell him the reason no matter how he asked, instead Riza gave him half answers and deflected the question.

“I had a plus one?” Roy guessed, keeping his eyes on her as he spoke. She wasn’t looking at him, instead her eyes were fixed determinedly on the group of people on the far edge of the room. Her hands occupied by the shawl she held to herself.

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More Karin headcanons because why not?

  • I believe Karin is a total punk. Just look at the first chapters of the manga  — it’s canon that she scares even her classmates. So, when a group of troublemakers get in her way home and starts pestering her about her brother, she lost her shit for the first time (pls, do not compare her to her bro; she loves him but despise his acts). After that, she created herself a reputation in the streets.

  • But that event leaded her to discover her anger issues. Yukio called it “Hulk Syndrome”. Karin normally is a serious person, but once infuriated, there’s no comeback until blood dyes hands & clothes & streets.

  • When she was eleven and Grand Fisher attacked her and Yuzu at her mother’s grave, the mark of his hands burned her back permanently, leaving an light pink mark on her back and shoulders. It was when her suspects about Ichigo and the strange girl that he befriended started.
  • At her seventeen’s, she made her first tattoos: flowers. Strange for a person like her, but it was Yuzu ideia. She made a champagne/salmon rose for her twin, a turk’s cap lily for her mother and a burgundy gladiolus for Isshin on her left shoulder  — she, however, made a cattail in the right shoulder for Ichigo; it means Peace, even after all, all she wants is the best for him. When she passed on College, she made a couple of snapdragons on her wrist. They were for herself, to not to forget who she was or why she was there.

  • Isshin one day gave the twins Masaki’s jewelry, and Yuzu just were so in love with the golden pieces, while Karin was enamored with the silver ones. Even when she passed away, her jewelry stayed with her. They were part of her mother, and now part of her soul.

  • All her life, Karin never externalized her power (which was immense to just a human) and received an enormous amount of spiritual energy from her father, brother, the city and her brother’s friends. But, inside herself, to survive through her progress of evolution, her reiatsu system changed. She developed her power without knowing, but as many cases among the Shinigami, she developed her zanpakuto. But when human. And when she died, all of it was released. She’s like every Shinigami, but she doesn’t need a sword to contact her power.
  • Even though, Kuukaku still gives her a sword. The one who demanded the sword was Karin’s zanpakutou. He’s eccentric. Likes gems a little too much… Well, the blade is made of silver and it’s fencing-like, but don’t be fooled: it has a sharp, chirurgical cut. It has a loop-guard, the silver was twisted in scrollworks and the same pattern imprinted on her jewelrys. Along the grip, dots of gold, pearls, smokey and champagne quartz, star moonstones and morganites. It has to bells and a long, glitterish champagne ribbon.

  • When Karin goes to the Eleventh… Jesus. She presents One Punch Man to Madarame ⟶ Both start fangirling about Saitama ⟶ They present it to Zaraki ⟶ Kenpachi institute a new rule on the squad: every saturday, the Shinigami will watch it and is obligatory the reading of the manga ⟶ It doesn’t take too much to transform every member of the Eleventh into a shōnen fanboy. They even cry watching Kenshin‘s and Kaoru’s farewell.

  • Yumichika is what Karin can call the Ino of her Sakura, the Leorio of her Kurapika, the Yamcha of her Goku. They’re just fools that walk around the squad with face masks, painting nails, eating cinnamon rolls and drinking lemonade and watching Rupaul’s Drag Queen Race. It’s worse when Zaraki join them. Ikkaku can’t take this anymore.
  • Momo Hinamori is Karin’s idol. That girl’s so… Badass. And when they meet for real, they bond because Kurosaki girl encounter the Ursa Major she needed. She bottled her heart so deep all the time and when she was with Momo it just… floated on the surface. Momo teaches her the japanese traditional way of drawing and painting, educates her in military etiquette, gives her the prettiest silver jewelry and offers her all that she knows about blossoming. They walk around holding hands and hearts in their lungs, because both of them learn how to easily breathe love from each other.

  • Karin tattoo a peach flower besides her snapdragon.

  • Urahara, Kenpachi and Karin are close friends. It happened after a mission that could’ve gone very wrong without each one of them. They’re godfathers to two of her four children. The other ones are Momo and Byakuya (Hitsugaya and Kuchiki bro-power, bitches). The three drink and train and talk shit around each other. Big kids with swords, abnormous power and foul mouths. And the best Instagram photos ever.

  • Karin’s half-funny half-awfully foul-mouthed.

  • She starts publishing a beautifully drawn and colored manga on Seireitei. It’s a huge success and Kyōraku pouts at her for, at least, a century cuz’ her manga sold more in a week than all his shitty romance did in almost a millennium. Both of them laugh and tease each other a lot too. He’s pretty much like her father — but incredibly more perverted. Sometimes, she calls him Master Kame.

  • That bitch is geek-stylish. She has the most amazing t-shirt anime and games collections of all time. And she adores overalls and baggy shirts… Karin usually only wear baggy shirts. And she kills it.

  • When Ichigo ends his marriage with Orihime, he sends Kazui to spend a time with Karin even with the issues between them [Ichigo and Karin] because she’s an amazing aunt. She strict when needed but has a child’s heart. They watch cartoons and Disney the whole day, and her nephew eats with her and Yumichika, makes Momo company when she is alone in her office and both sit on Tōshirō’s lap at the afternoon just to chat.

  • Karin and Tōshirō… This couple is magnificent. In looks, personality, power and chemistry. They literally have a private language and codes, are discreet but they gravitate around each other naturally. Intense looks, godly posture and the way they balance each other… Walking side to side, holding hands or crossing swords.

  • Both have a sweet tooth and eat lots of flan and cotton candy. Holy fuck! Tōshirō is an real molding artist cotton candy and a chef making desserts. Karin’s good with salt, but terrible with sugar, although.

  • Rukia and Karin are what I call Silent Friends. They don’t look like friends, and rarely are saw around each other but fuck… Tbh, Rukia is Karin’s motherly figure. She was the first one to look on Karin’s eyes and don’t say nothing, but sit by her side, only to be there. It changed her life.

  • Matsumoto and Karin start as crime partners. Then as Hitsugaya’s official nightmares. But end crying their hearts out on each other’s lap. Karin learns about Gin; Rangiku learns about Masaki and Ichigo and her torments with Hollows. It’s how their friendship works: hugs in the middle of storms.
  • Respectively, Momo, Yukio, Yuzu and Rangiku choose the names of the Kurosaki-Hitsugaya babies. The older boy is named Umehiko (in honor of Tobiume), the second is Kameko (cuz’ Master Kame — it was him or Freeza), Chikoi (it means Thousand Koi) and Usagin for the girl (Silver Bunny). They all have three surnames: “Hitsugaya Kurosaki-Shiba”.

  • Karin has a picture in her room that she looks every night. It’s her, Yuzu, Isshin, Ichigo, Tōshirō, her children, Kazui, Momo, Jinta & Yukio, Zaraki & Madarame & Yumichika, Rangiku, Rukia and Urahara with Yoruichi. In her mother’s grave. It’s her family. 

‘She tattooed me!’ Jai Courtney reveals he made 'foolish decision’ to let co-star Margot Robbie ink him after losing a bet over who would win State of Origin

But Jai Courtney has revealed he let Margot Robbie tattoo him in a 'foolish decision’ after losing a bet.

The actor made the admission during an appearance on Wednesday’s episode of The Project, confessing: 'She tattooed me!’  

Margot previously revealed Jai had to get a Queensland tattoo after he lost a bet over who would win State of Origin.

On Wednesday’s episode of The Project, the panel asked Jai whether he had ended up getting inked from the losing bet.  

'Yes I am tattooed somewhere … she tattooed me,’ he confirmed, somewhat sheepishly.

’[Margot] actually did it?’ The Project host Waleed Aly asked. 

'Yeah - it was very foolish!’ Jai continued. 'I’ve made many foolish decisions and that is one of the more foolish ones.' 

Jai previously alluded to the potential ink during a Project appearance last year, coyly telling the panel: 'Look, suffice to say I’m branded with the initials of a state I wasn’t born in.' 

 Last July, Margot told The Project how her and Jai made a wager on the result of the annual rugby league competition.

The Gold Coast beauty explained: 'Jai and I had a bet that if Queensland won he’d have to get “Queensland” tattooed on him, and if New South Wales won I’d have to get “NSW” tattooed on me.’

After journalist Carrie Bickmore asked if Jai followed up his promise, Margot replied: 'Queensland won. He’s got a Queensland tattoo on his arm.' 

The Queensland tattoo wasn’t the only ink Jai got while filming Suicide Squad, previously showing off his 'SKWAD’ tattoo on Instagram.

amy made a promise that she was gonna get a tattoo when babygate ended and she said she’s tired of waiting and is gonna get it anyway. like this middle aged woman is getting a permanent tattoo on her body about a fake baby conspiracy even though she knows it’s not “ending” anytime soon. 


Can you maybe do a SWS imagine where Kellin gets possessive when he sees another guy flirting with you on Warped… :)

Requested by anonymous 

Possessive Quinn (Kellin Quinn - Sleeping With Sirens)

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You decided that for one day you could leave the safety of side stage and watch your boyfriends band perform with the rest of the crowd who had flocked to see Sleeping With Sirens. It was a whole different atmosphere, all the fans were excited you couldn’t help but get lost in it all.

You and Kellin weren’t the stereotypical lead singer falls in love with fan story, no that was reserved for the likes of fan fiction. You were long time friends with Gabe because you were his tattoo artist and had done all his ink. One night he convinced you to go to a party with him to meet the rest of his band, you only agreed because Pierce The Veil would be there and you knew Mike and Tony from around the tattoo scene. That’s how you met Kellin, you were both a little tipsy but had a lot in common and he asked you on a date and since then neither of you had looked back.

The set was coming to an end and Kellin caught your eyes in the crowd and winked, you felt yourself blushing hating that he had that effect on you. Then you noticed his flirty look turned into a frown as someone tapped you on the shoulder.

‘Cool tattoos, where did you get them done?’

You turn to face the guy who spoke, he was relatively good looking but you only had eyes for one guy. He had a beer bottle in his hand and you could smell alcohol on his breath.  You just wanted to get away from him but he seemed generally interested in your ink.

‘Err I did most of them myself. I’m a tattoo artist, I’ve inked most of the bands here. I really need to go over there, I’m suppose to be meeting my boyfriend, though it was nice talking to you.’

You quickly scurry off as fast as your small legs will take you. It wasn’t that your had a problem with drunk guys, it was the fact Kellin could get very protective of you around any guy neither of you knew. He was happy letting you get drunk with other bands but strange men were off limits. You found it cute, though sometimes a little annoying.

You pull out your phone to message Kellin when you feel a hand come down on your shoulder, you smile and turn around thinking Kellin has come to find you but you soon frown when you see the same drunk guy from before standing inches from you.

‘It’s very rude to walk away without even giving me your name lady. I think this boyfriend of yours is just an excuse. I saw the way you danced out there, teasing all the guys around you. You can’t say you weren’t asking for this.’

‘Let go of me or I’ll scream. I do have a boyfriend and he’s the lead singer of the band you just watched.’

You squirm but the guy puts down his beer bottle and uses both arms to cage you in, now you wished you hadn’t left the safety of side stage.

‘No way would someone like that be attracted to someone slutty like you. I can show you what a real man is love.’


I caught y/n’s eyes in the crowd and winked at her as we finished up our set, she blushed which I found adorable. It was one of the many little things she did that made me love her. 

Throughout the set my eyes were scanning the crowd watching in awe as fans sang along to our songs, I did notice a few guys at the back who were drinking and a couple were even checking out y/n. She was too lost in the music to notice.

I saw one of them approach her and from my position I could see she was uncomfortable but still made conversation as she pointed at one of her tattoos. I didn’t like to think of myself as possessive, but when it came to y/n I knew she could have any guy but she chose me. I hated the idea of losing her to someone else so I intended to find her after the set. That’s when I noticed her leave quickly and the guy turned to face his friends who cheered and pointed after y/n. The guy smirked and followed y/n through the crowd. I needed to find her and quick.

‘…you can’t say you weren’t asking for for this…’

I found myself behind one of the empty merch tents, a guy was talking and I didn’t know who he was talking to. I was about to turn when I heard a familiar voice which made the blood freeze in my veins.

‘Let go of me or I’ll scream. I do have a boyfriend and he’s the lead singer of the band you just watched.’

y/n sounded scared even if she was trying to put on a brave front. This had to be the guy who had followed her. I poked my head around the side of the tent and saw he had y/n caged inside his arms, I saw red as she squirmed but was unable to escape. The guy ran a finger down her cheek and y/n visibly shivered.

‘No way would someone like that be attracted to someone slutty like you. I can show you what a real man is love.’

Enough was enough, I stepped out from behind the tent with my fist clenched.

‘Get away from my girlfriend.’

y/n’s eyes darted towards me and a look of relief washed over her features,I knew I needed to get her out of here. The guy pushed off of y/n and folded his arms across his chest as he looked me up and down, I was probably a little shorter than him and had less muscles but I wasn’t afraid.

‘Wow love you’re dating this emo trash, come here pretty boy.’

The guy lunged at me but I anticipated it and swung my fist towards his face, I made contact with his nose and he fell to the floor, y/n gasped and covered her hand over her mouth. I bent down so I was closer to the guys height, he had blood running from his nose.

‘Don’t ever think about laying another finger on my girlfriend or any girl here for that matter. If I ever see your face again you’ll get more than a broken nose, understood?’

The guy moaned and nodded. I stood up and brushed some dirt off the knees of my jeans. y/n stood a few yards away in shock at the scene in front of her. I opened my arms and she all but ran into them burying her head in the crook of my shoulder.

‘I know I should have stayed side stage but I wanted to watch the show from out front, I tried to get away from him but he followed me Kellin.’

I stroked her hair and planted a soft kiss on top of her head, she pulled back and smiled. Her smile was another reason I fell in love with her. I bent down and pecked her nose.

‘I understand you wanted to see the show from out there, it’s an amazing experience. I saw him follow you and had to come and find you y/n.’

‘I have to admit Kellin it was pretty hot seeing you punch that guy and threaten him. I do like this possessive side of you.’

y/n smirked and captured my lips with hers, the guy had scurried off and we were alone behind the merch tent. I deepened the kiss and locked my hands in her hair forcing her closer as something inside me stirred. y/n wanted to see possessive, oh I was going to show her possessive.

We walked backwards not breaking the kiss until y/n’s back hit the back of the tent. I bit down on her lip and her body shuddered, one word left my lips and I watched the heat rise in y/n’s cheeks.


She jumped and wrapped her legs around my waist.

‘Maybe I should test your rules more often Mr Quinn.’

A mischievous smirk formed on my lips, y/n knew I was possessive and did like to test my limits sometimes. I didn’t care if anyone walked in on us, I was going to fuck y/n here and now so that in the future she knew her body only belonged to me.


by popular demand, here is (as best as i can translate it into a fluid post) the ze’ev tattoo and drunk scarlet headcanon/au-thing

I already kinda explained Ze’ev’s tattoo in an answer which is here, but I’ll sum it up just to make life easier. Basically, after the revolution etc, Ze’ev wants to disconnect himself from any of the terrible memories he has from being a lunar soldier, and his tattoo (LSOP962) is a very visible and very permanent reminder. So, he’d either want to have it removed or covered up, and because @scarlet-benoit-is-my-rolemodel and I love the idea of Ze’ev with tattoos, covering it up seemed like a good option.

Now, flashback to the end of Winter, Ze’ev brings Scarlet some blue daisies from Maha’s house (the only reminder of his childhood/mother that he could find), and we thought it would be realistic for him to cover up the Bad Tattoo with something that holds positive memories for him (the blue daisies). And just to make it cuter, Wolf probably has a terrible fear of needles and made Scarlet get a matching tattoo with him, so she also has a blue flower somewhere on one of her arms (wrist, probably).

Alright, now to the fun stuff. I dunno if this counts as an AU, but its basically the Lunar Chronicles universe, except Ze’ev escaped from Luna somehow and never became a soldier, made it to France, and works as a bouncer at a bar/club somewhere in Rieux, which is how he meets Scarlet- he goes to the local community college to get his GED (because let’s face it he probably didn’t graduate from high school), and Scarlet is there getting a degree in business and agriculture & they’re in business class together.

Ok, now here are some random drunk Scarlet headcaonons:

- She gets very warm when she drinks and often takes off her shirt because of it

-She also often stands up on chairs/tables/counters and starts yelling out her political opinions when she’s drunk

-She’s probably been kicked out of too many bars to count (mostly because people have called the police on her for conspiring or something (since she supports lunar immigrants etc.))

-Gets super flirty and stupid (much to Ze’ev’s embarrassment? annoyance? pleasure? He doesn’t know and neither do we)

-After a few times of her coming to the bar he finally recognizes her: “Aren’t you in my business class?” “Hmmmm… Yes! You’re the hot guy with the tattoos and the eyes…” “You need to stop” “Your mom needs to stop.” “I’m calling you a cab.”

-Ze’ev threatens to throw her out if she doesn’t calm down:

     Z: I really don’t want to use force, but please leave the premises

     S: /keeps yelling about politics and evil corporations/

     Z: /sighs and throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes/

     S: /is slightly disoriented and A Little Bit Turned On/

-Emilie has to pick her up and she keeps trying to run past Ze’ev into the building so he literally has to gently push her into the back seat and buckle her up like a toddler while she half yells obscenities at him and half yells about “how freaking gorgeous your eyes are”

- ALSO: since there’s a history of alcoholism in her family, she’s definitely super cautious about making sure she doesn’t have Too Much, so she has like. a set measurement of how much she can have in one night (it’s 15 shots)

-Ze’ev makes sure the bartenders give her no more and no less than those 15 shots

Some random snippets:

Z: Please drink some water.

S: But I’m thirsty for other things… ;)

Z: I swear to God I will lock you in my car if you don’t stop.

Ze’ev as a new employee:


Z: Please, sit down.


Z, to his manager: Do we stop her??

Manager: Nah, that’s Scarlet, she’s just loud.

S: /starts taking her shirt off/

Z, gently tugging her shirt back on: Please, stop it.


(when he eventually calls her a cab/calls Emilie, he puts his # in her phone, and a week later, Emilie texts him as Scarlet asking him over for dinner- and doesn’t tell her until the night of the date)


E: Well, you wouldn’t go out with him on your own, soooo….

S: I’ll kill you later, but right now, help me make spaghetti real quick