this makes me want to be the tattooed lady

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.

Happiness is a Warm Gun

Joker x Reader

Prompt: Hey, I just wanted to say I ABSOLUTLY ADORE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a piece were Puddin captures the reader and gets her to strip for him? Very kinky, very dirty smutty smutty smutty smut.

{A/N} I had fun with this, honestly, thank you haha. More of your requests are coming! Thank you for being patient, I’m doing them in the order I receive them!
xo Harley

Masterlist | Requests

Warnings: Some violence/abuse, cursing, very kinky, very dirty smutty smutty smutty smut. Also gun play, sorta, so theres that.

The rain seemed to spill from buckets onto the windows of your small apartment. A {F/B} LP spins on your record player as it clashes with the sounds outside. A warm cup of tea keeps your left hand occupied as your right one holds the novel Lolita. As gloomy as the day was, you enjoyed this every time the rain fell, and took solace in the company of your favorite band, a book, a cup of tea and your cat.

Your life was never very eventful, and you have no set direction or calling, but you always valued the little things in life. After all, it’s the little things that add up to the grand scheme of things, and you take solace in it. Reading and tea is good enough for you, and you knew that much about yourself. 

You’re not the girl who goes out and parties, or subdues herself with violent or dangerous vices. After seeing how old friends turned out from just that, you were okay with your vanilla habits. 

 You take a sip from your {F/T} tea and run your hand along your cats tail as {he/she} hops off of the plush bench in the alcove and runs into the other room. Strange.. you think, putting your tea down and setting the open book on the cushion before you get up and walk to your room to grab a cat toy to entertain {her/him}. As you push the door open further, your eyes land on a man standing in front of your large, full length mirror, checking himself out, startling you to say the least as your eyes pop open and your hand grips onto the door. 

“This jacket, it’s new. But I think it really looks good on a guy.. What do you think?” He says, keeping his eyes on his own reflection. 

You’re unsure if he can see you in the mirror, but your eyes stay glued to his shoes, almost burning holes into them as your mind hastily runs through files of information that you may have come across in your years that could possibly help you in a situation like this. Your first thought is to quickly run back into the kitchen and grab a knife, but what if he’s got a gun? 

Trying to quietly swallow hard, your eyes move upwards. He’s slender, built and so, very cocky. His stance is that of a man who knows exactly what he’s worth and who he is, and something about it is almost attractive as you carry on, now more curious, to his face in the mirror. He was pale, and the dark purple trench coat only brought out the green in his hair. His face has tattoos and his icy gaze could mesmerize you without question. Quickly and completely by accident, your eyes now catch each other’s in the mirror, and the smile that slides across his face is nothing short of devilish.

A mixture of emotions course through your tense body as he turns slowly, a mock frown turning on his lips. 

“Don’t be scared, sweetie pie, daddy just wants to play with you a little..”

“Daddy?” You ask. 

It wasn’t really in your repertoire to call someone daddy. You haven’t been quite a sexual person with anyone else, and it wasn’t that you haven’t had experience, you just weren’t sure you ever found someone who really made your heart jump from your chest enough. 

“Oh,” a long laugh emits from his ruby red stained lips, and you can make out every “ha ha” as he does so. “I’m gonna teach you a few things, baby doll.”

Your shoulders slide back, and you turn your cheek slightly. Now would be the time to grab a knife, you think. But something in you pulls at the thought of him. Pulls at the thought of calling him daddy. You’re unsure of the feeling between your thighs as he slowly turns around to face you now, revealing his bare torso riddled with tattoos. 

“Joker..” you read out loud, still rather quietly as your eyes fixate on the lettering above his naval. 

“That’s my name, doll, don’t wear it out,” he says, his voice gravely as takes a step in your direction. “And you, {Y/N}, are one sizzlin’ lady." 

His eyes fall on your exposed shoulder from the oversized sweater you had on before he walks towards your closet, shaking his head. 

I want you to show it off for me…“ 

 Still in shock, you’re watching as he starts thumbing through hangers in your closet, completely making himself at home. How does he know my name? I’ve never seen him before in my life but… Your mind recalls the television broadcasts and news articles about him. They all seem to run through your head like an old film reel and your heart begins to quicken all over again. 

"You’re gonna kill me.” You say, your voice hollow. 

The words seemed to slow down the world, and you could only think of your cat who’d miss you terribly. 

“Oh I’m not gonna kill ya… I’m gonna hurt ya, and you might like it.” He says, yanking a little {F/C} dress from a hanger, breaking it in the process. “Put this on.” He says, throwing it at you. 

You instinctively catch the dress in your hands, flustered and confused. 


You move to the bathroom, removing your clothes and slipping into the dress. Even you couldn’t help but like what you saw when you looked in the mirror, but you’d only bought that dress on impulse, and you remembered that as you pulled off the tag. 

You emerge from the bathroom, and he coincidently chucks the pair of black heels you bought to pair with the dress. 

"Be a good little girl, put on your shoes, and lets go." 

You begin to panic now, afraid of going anywhere. 

"I’m not going anywhere with you!” You say, throwing your shoes back at him. “Go away!" 

 The trembling starts in your fingers and makes its way to the rest of your body as his cold stare meets your terrified one. In what feels like only seconds, he pulls a sash from his pocket, grabs your wrists and ties them together. Trying to fight him was the only thing you could think to do, but as soon as he let go, the bones in your wrists were pressing together, and the sash was digging into your flesh, feeling like it could cut off your circulation. 

“Fucker!” You manage to say as he pushes you onto the floor, taking your shoes and angrily putting them on for you.

“If you don’t wanna take the easy route, kitten, I have no problems with it,” he spits as he finished putting your shoes on, yanking you back up by your arm and dragging you through your apartment and out of the door. You whimper, wondering if you should take the chance in the empty street and call for help. You were on the bottom floor, and your door lead right outside, surely someone would hear you.

“Help! Somebody! Please, help m-”

Before you know it, you’re slammed against the wall, and theres a stinging on your cheek. Blinking a few times, your slowly turn your head back to face him. The hues of blue in his eyes up close look almost clear as you try to compose yourself. His expression is stern, and you feel compelled to listen to him now, and the feeling between your thighs is back, stronger now.

“What did I say about being a good little girl for daddy? I don’t want to ruin that pretty little face before I get to devour that, hot little body..”

His hand slides to the inside of your thigh, running his fingers up and down slowly, and you can almost see his expression change in just the least as he teases himself with the warmth of your skin in such a place. Your chest rises as falls, and as horrified as you were at the thought of something so gruesome, some, strange man kidnapping you and attempting at having you the way he wants, you couldn’t help but be aroused.

A jagged laugh leaves his lips as his eyes fall on your chest, noticing your erect, pierced nipples under the thin fabric of your dress. 

“Oh, you are a little freak, too. That’s okay… Just, like, me.”

Your piercings were a small show of rebellion for yourself. Just because you don’t do drugs or party every night, doesn’t mean you can’t do things that seem taboo to other people in other ways. 

He peels you off of the wall and pulls you to his purple Lamborghini, which stood out at your building to begin with. You wondered for a moment how you didn’t hear it earlier, once he threw you inside and turned on the car himself. The music was loud, thudding through the entire area, and he steps on the gas and speeds off, while you inwardly panic, planning an escape as soon as you get to where every you’re going.

“Hey honey, I gotta ask a big favor,” his voice roars, cocky and thick with a smile above the engines own roar and the musics loudness. “Maybe I’m wrong, but does this smell like chloroform to you?” 

He holds a rag to your nose and mouth, and you begin to scream, trying to wriggle away from it. The last thing you hear is his laughter as everything goes black and quiet around you. Oh his laughter.. When he pulled his little joke on you, it sounded like he was the happiest man on earth. 

Everything is hazy, blurry and fading either in or out- you can’t tell- as your eyes blink. The light around you is dim, and you try to move away, panic setting in slowly again as you come to. As you struggle to open your eyes more, praying it was all a bad dream, you see a blurry figure, sitting on a couch in front of you. The figure has green hair, no shirt, and pale skin. You want to cry, scream for help, but you’re too weak. 

Little by little, adrenaline kicks in, causing you to wake up more.

“Look at that mascara, running down those cheeks for me. God, you’re so pretty..” 

“I’m not doing anything for you!” You cry out, noticing you’re in the VIP area of a club as you scream over the music. You knew you were done for now, everyone was drunk, no one cared or paid any attention. No one would help.

“Now, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he says, bringing his tattooed hand over his mouth as he watches you struggle to sit up. 

You notice the grin tattooed on his hand and you can’t help but be curious about it for only a second as you stare back at him once you’ve finally managed to sit up.

“What to do with you, my doll.. What to do..”

You stay quiet. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Surely not in a public place would he do something drastic to you. 

“Hey boss, we have a-”

“Shut up and get out,” Joker replies to his goon, pulling a gun and aiming it at him. You squeak and jump at the sight of the gun, tears welling up in your eyes again as the man holds his hands up and leaves. 

Fuck. He owns the place.

“Get up,” he tell you, pointing the gun at you now. 

This is it. I’m fish food when he’s done. 

You stand up, trembling just slightly again as you try to gain balance after being drugged and scared in your high heels. He stands up now, and steps closer to you. Your eyes stay on whats going on on the other side of the beaded curtain that separates you from the rest of the club. Trying to find an escape, if only in your mind, you concentrate on the people, the music, everything but what’s happening to you.

Suddenly, you feel your hands fall apart and your wrists gaining more feeling. Your initial thought is to run, but knowing (or thinking) that you can get away, you stay put. His hand reaches out for your face, trailing it to your {H/C} hair, and sliding his fingers through it. His fingertips graze the back of your neck, and your skin crawls. There’s that feeling again.

His hand continues to slide down your back, cupping your ass just slightly as he slides it back up, quickly bringing the gun to your back with his other hand as he whispers in your ear, his voice sultry and dark.

Strip for me..”

The gun on your back leaves as he slides it around to your side and walks back to the couch. Sitting down, Joker leans back into the plush leather, gun in one hand as he gestures towards you to start.

“Do not, keep daddy waiting.”

The gun in his hand was terrifying and yet sexy, and you exhale as you bring your hands back to your own body, sliding your fingers along your hips. You’ve never stripped for anyone before, and this was not your ideal first time.. But catching sight of the arousal in his pants already may have changed your mind as you slide your fingers up to the straps of your dress. Your body begins to sway softly to the music thudding in the club as your slide the straps off of your shoulders one by one, letting your fingers caress every curve and divot of your figure again.

Wanting to tease him, your hands go for the bottom of your short dress as you turn around, sliding it up slowly to expose your {B/T} thighs more. You roll your head back, your {H/L} hair falling over your shoulders as you spread your legs just a bit more, exposing one cheek and cupping your own ass before bending over to show it all to him. You catch him shifting in his seat, leaning forward on his knees now as you roll your body back up slowly, turning around to face him again and lifting your dress slowly as you walk closer towards him, standing between his legs now.

You were already wet at the mere fact that you were doing this for him, especially in a sea of people, and his eyes were still only on you. His hands reach out and grip into your thighs as you slide your dress up further, exposing your glistening essence to him. He leans in and kisses your thigh, tingling every bit of skin his lips grace. You push him back slightly, sudden confidence coursing through you, and he lifts a brow, his expression almost screaming ‘oh really now?’ 

A smile slides across his features as your hands slide back up, your fingers sliding between your breasts. Your hands glide over the fabric again before they cut your breasts. You let your fingers run over your nipples as you bite your lip, pulling on one of them. A soft groan escapes you as you find yourself doing this more for you at the moment, and he’s salivating just watching. His hands move along your legs as you pull at the top of your dress now, just barely exposing your nipples him. The look in his eyes is almost pained as you stop. A smirk slides across your features as you make eye contact with him now. 

“That’s my good girl.. I knew you had it in ya..”

Your hair is a mess, your skin is almost damp from the heat of the room and of the moment, and you giggle just slightly through lowered eyelids as you slide the rest of your dress down slowly. Bringing it over your hips, you let it fall around your heels. 

“Do I get to have you in me, daddy?” You ask, a big grin on your face now as you look at him. It almost feels like something in you snapped, and you just want to act on instinct. 

“Oh baby doll..” he groans, unbuttoning his pants and leaning in to kiss your thighs. You could tell he was proud of you and something in that gave you butterflies. His kisses led from your thigh up to your hip, his mouth trailing only inches away from your folds. He breathes against you before delving in, his tongue sliding along your slit. You moan, a hand playing with his green hair as the other pulls on your nipple. His tongue darts over your clit over and over and you almost laugh at the pleasure coursing through you.

He pulls back, grabbing your shoulders and turning your around, bending you over the table in front of the couch. He takes a long, clean cloth napkin and wrings it up, slapping your ass with it before pulling it back over your mouth and gagging you as your hands grip onto the table. His hand drags over the napkin and trails back to your hair, gripping into it and yanking it back. He grabs his gun with the other hand and glides the the end of the barrel over your back, the cold metal giving you chills. 

You can feel it sliding over your ass, stopping as he holds it at your sweet spot. 

“Happiness is a warm gun, ain’t it?” He growls, sliding it up and down your core again as you moan under the gag. You hang your head before he pulls it back by your hair. Instinctively, you move your hips to press further into his gun, letting it glide against your wetness now as he slips it between your folds further.

“Ask daddy nicely, and maybe I’ll give you want you want..” He coos, still gliding the gun agonizingly slow along your core.

Please beg through the makeshift gag. In a rush, you feel his torso on your back and see the gun next to your face. He couldn’t wait any longer, torturing himself at the sight of you like this for him. What he had only seen around town as a sweet, innocent girl, being so dirty, so naughty just for him. His game was corruption, and everyone knew it. He uses a few fingers to pull the gag down from your mouth as he pushes himself into your core, sending a wave of pleasure from your essence to your head and your toes. A loud moan leaves you as he grunts, sliding in and out of your wetness.

“Lemme hear you moan for daddy, huh kitten?”

Almost on cue, you moan for him, unable to take the heat between your thighs now as you buck your hips to meet his thrusts. He presses his wet gun against your lips, leaning down further to watch as you take the now warm gun into your mouth, sucking on it as he continues to throw you both into ecstasy. 

A loud, satisfied hoot leaves him as he continues to push into you, growing sloppier by the second. You can hear him laugh as he bites into your shoulder, trailing down your back with bruises until he stands up straight.


“More, daddy..” you beg with a grin as his hand makes contact with your ass again and again. His hands reach for your hips and he pulls you back into him roughly as he reaches his climax, the feeling only guiding you into yours. 

One more slap stings your ass as he pulls out of you, a sort of “job well done” one this time as you pant, leaning down further on the table and loosening your grip on the edge. He squeezes your ass before turning around, buttoning his pants again and sliding a hand back through his emerald hair. The dress lands next to you as he tosses it back, looking around the room back on his guard as he wards off any stares that they may have attracted with his own icy glare as you stand back up, sliding into your {F/C} dress again. You smooth it out, and attempt to smooth out your hair while you turn back to him, half sitting on the table as you kick a leg up, leaning back on your arms and biting your lip.

“You’re gonna do just nicely at my side..” he says as he turns around, admiring a bruise already surfacing on your clavicle. 

KAKAOBI | This is the way I say ‘I love you’

AN: Incomplete, written just before writer’s block hit me in the face. I acutally had to rewrite this, but I still find it unsatisfactory and I will leave it at that. Explanation at the bottom.

Notes: Incomplete, Unedited, Full of holes in the plot bc I wasn’t thinking and had a hard time trying to tie everything together. A lot of explanations and stuff I wanted to add in couldn’t be placed inside so… explanation at the bottom :3

IT’S A SOULMATE AU whoop whoop

Listening to:  Eine kleine Nactmusic, performed by Slovak Chamber Orchestra and composed by Wolfgang A. Mozart

Listening to: Sing Sing by Mariana’s Trench


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Teacher!Wonwoo {Req}
  • wonwoo would teach advanced placement literature, no doubt
  • dresses in a sweater with a collar popping out of it, glasses & khaki’s  yeh he cute
  • but even though he’s extremely handsome, he has this ice cold resting face that intimidates his kids
  • like he doesn’t even need to be like “quiet down class!” he just has to do his death stare and they’ll shut up
  • in reality, he is a quiet teacher at first but as time goes on, his students find out he is actually really nice and kind of a dork and that makes it easier to ask for help
  • is patient with all his kids and explains very well when they got a problem
  • lots of literature puns that his students will politely laugh at bc…………no, mr.jeon………no
  • spirit week’s theme that year was disney and wonwoo cutely participated in all the school spirit week activities but quietly lol he’s not about to be teacher!seungkwan and spontaneously sing disney songs in the middle of class
  • wonwoo just loves teaching kids and seeing them grow up but when his kids come back to visit, its like weird for him because he still sees them as his babies
  • and so how did yall meet…?
  • well, for starters, it was at a bar during midnight. now what is socially inept teacher!wonwoo doing in a club? go ask teacher!mingyu, he’s the one who dragged wonwoo there claiming that “you need to stop reading for a little bit and experience life”
  • it was hilarious, really……you were so decked out
  • because you literally drunk-crashed into wonwoo and started mumbling in french, ending it with a dizzy “whOoOOoo!”
  • he was so flustered and even more so when you stroked his face and called him “ma chouchou” (*my cabbage ; its a pet name in france)
  • wonwoo later finds out your name was y/n and that you were a friend of mingyu’s friend
  • so flash forward and teachers are starting to come back to school to prepare their classes before summer was officially over
  • wonwoo was coming back to his class and carrying a bunch of paper when he sees you in the hallway, opening the classroom next to his
  • ofc you don’t recognize him bc you were drunk so you smile at him then enter the classroom
  • and ok……you were good looking when you weren’t all drunk and sweaty but still, wonwoo found it weird enough seeing you drunk only to find out that you’re also a new co-worker……usually the co-worker part came first but whatever……
  • his kids would sometimes mention you and tell wonwoo how understanding and energetic you were
  • but still wonwoo cannot get the image of you mumbling in french out of his head whenever he sees you lol
  • besides teaching ap lit, wonwoo also tutors after school in the library and one day, he saw you walking inside
  • you had teaching credentials for french and history so you were going to help the history kids
  • and like, all the teachers sit at some far-off tables while kids work and they talk while waiting for a kid to raise their hand for help
  • and wonwoo is sitting by himself, reading a book, when you take a seat across of him
  • you: hi! *smiles* // wonwoo: O__O o-oh, hi! *closes book*
  • you introduce yourself and start a conversation and wonwoo finds out that you’re actually really easygoing and fun to talk to
  • from that day on, as you both are chilling in tutoring, you both would talk and wonwoo opens up to you more and you find out that he’s not some cold-faced handsome man, he is actually nice albeit a little dorky but it’s cute
  • you both become really close and tbh the kids are always giggling whenever one of you pass by because asdfghjkl so cute
  • one day, you ask him a question while you’re both walking to your cars after a day of tutoring
  • you: “wonwoo? you know before we spoke? every time i see you, your eyes get super wide and you go the other way……..i’m not trying to make you uncomfortable but….”
  • wonwoo: *chuckles* “oh….well, um. its because i kind of saw you before school started.” and you’re like ???? bc you would’ve remembered seeing someone as handsome as wonwoo (not that you’d admit that LOL)
  • and as wonwoo tells you of how he was at that party at the bar, your eyes get wide in embarassment and when he tells you that you called him “ma chouchou” you laugh and immediately face palm while wonwoo laughs too
  • you: “oh gooosh… so sorry, wonwoo. no wonder you’ve been looking at me weird this whole time”
  • wonwoo: *smiles* it’s okay. you’re actually really nice to talk to
  • you: *smiles in pleasant surprise* oh? // wonwoo: *realizes what he just said* um- yeah! you know, like, it’s fun….(smooth jeon wonwoo…..real smooth) // you: *laughs* well you’re really nice to talk to as well!
  • as you’re smiling and talking, wonwoo also realizes that wow you’re cute and that’s when his crush begins to develop
  • cue wonwoo reading france-based books like Les Miserables and assigning them to his class
  • tells you french puns sometimes……not too much, but in this case, less is more
  • “hey y/n, what is a sleeping napoleon?” “idk, what?” “napoleoff” lmaooooo
  • accidentally said “oui?” one time when one of his students came up for help and his kid was like “huh?” and wonwoo was like “ah- are WE done here? how can i help you~?”
  • wonwoo also learning french phrases and shyly trying them on you and smiles when you begin clapping like “trés bien!!”
  • and also wonwoo thinking about how he should confess to you and he decides to do it on valentines day……french is the language of love after all
  • wonwoo also writes his whole letter in french and every time he sees you, he thinks about that letter and gets nervous when he notices valentines day is coming up very soon
  • then the day came and the whole school is filled with balloons and gifts and chocolate boxes and giggly students, it’s a great day
  • except……wonwoo was freaking tf out internally and he had the letter and a cute teddy bear for you in a gift bag he hid under his desk because the kids might get 🤔🤔🤔
  • and he decides to just pop into your classroom during recess and thankfully, only three kids were in there + the student teacher so it’s easy for him to just wave and then hurry to put the bag on your desk then get out
  • the whole day, wonwoo is on edge and he hasn’t seen you that whole day bc he was busy with his students that were studying for his third quarter exams
  • its after school and theres no tutoring since its tuesday and wonwoo goes home super anxious like…..he couldn’t even sleep until one in the morning
  • ok so the next day right?? he saw you but you only gave him a small smile and a wave which just makes wonwoo like whAT DOES THAT MEAN
  • but when he goes into his room, there’s a small book on his desk and its called The Little Prince with an Eiffel Tower note that says: “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
  • and when wonwoo read the book, he is like oMG I AM IN LOVE-
  • then guess who asked you out on a spaghetti date ((((:
  • lol at one point you tell wonwoo that he doesn’t have to take you on all these french-themed, its perfectly okay to take you to a carnival or whatever but tbh its cute how he comes up with these ideas
  • wonwoo being a total sop and sneaking cute poems into your lunchbag in the refridgerator in the teachers lounge
  • also him wanting to visit the eiffel tower w you asdfghjkl
  • getting to put wonwoo in a mardi gras crown with a sparkly tattoo on his face
  • being shy shy shy when you want to do that lady & the tramp spaghetti thing its like the pepero game all over again
  • mingyu teasing wonwoo like “dude you totally owe me, i’m the one who took you to that party in the first place~” // wonwoo: lol whatever
  • mingyu teaching wonwoo how to make creme brule because its your fave
  • lol omg bye i just had an image of wonwoo in a beret
  • ciao, gotta go find myself a wonwoo~  

Part 1

You stood in your kitchen playing with your hands nervously, while Happy stood a couple feet away, starring you down angrily. You weren't necessarily scared of him but being in your house alone with him after what had happened at the diner an hour ago, it was safe to say you were on edge. Finally you looked up and let your arms hang down by your sides. “So what, you cause a scene while I’m on a date and bring me home so you can stare at me?”

Happy says nothing, just continues scowling and you’ve had enough. “Whatever. Let yourself out.” You turn around and begin walking to your room when you hear his voice. “Why were you with him.” Even though it’s a question, Happy says it as more of a demand. “It doesn’t matter. He’s never going to talk to me again anyways.” You decide that if you just tell the truth, maybe he’ll leave and you can go back to sleeping the day away.

  “I was lonely, ok? I wanted to be around someone. I wanted to laugh and try to have some fun for a day but you had to ruin that, just like you had to go and ruin our relationship.” Maybe that was a bit low but you were so angry and hurt that you didn’t care. He didn’t want to be with you but he didn’t want you to be with anyone else. When you finally started trying to be happy with someone else he had to come in and ruin that too.

“You sit there and make me fall for you and then you just throw me away. You  told me you loved me. Asked me to be your Old Lady. You tattooed your crow on me yourself for fuck’s sake. I never expected you to be Prince Charming, buying me roses and taking me to fancy restaurants and shit but I expected you to at least be consistent. One day you go from holding me and playing with my hair till I fall asleep to telling me that you don’t really want to be with me because you don’t love me anymore the next day. What did I do in 24 hours that was so bad to make you stop loving me like that. If you ever did even love me.” Finally saying all these things out loud got you worked up and tears started to blur your vision. “It doesn’t matter. Leave me alone Happy. Go home.”

You went into your room and climbed into bed, not even bothering to change your clothes. Covering your entire body with the blanket and hiding beneath it, you heard footsteps coming into your room followed by the corner of your bed sinking slightly as he sat down.

  “SAMCRO is working with a cartel.“ Even though he couldn’t see you under the blanket, you furrowed your brows. He had never, ever discussed club business with you. Not once. He had said that he was the Son and you were the Old Lady, "no reason for you to know shit that don’t concern you.”

  “They’re called the Galindo Cartel. Clay is having us mule coke for them. Brings in a lot of extra cash but its dangerous. One fuck up and that’s it. Its not the same as running arms with the Irish or gang retaliation with the Mayans. Shit goes wrong with them, they come after us. Shit goes wrong with this cartel?…they come after you. They go after you, Gemma, Abel. They’ll go after whatever a Son loves. I couldn’t put you at risk like that. So I dumped you. I lied to hurt you so you would stay away. I do love you. I swear I do. But I need you to be safe more than I need you with me.”

You sat up, pulling the blanket off your head and looking him in the eyes. He didn’t look angry anymore. He looked defeated. You crawled over to him and sat in his lap, resting your head in the crook of his neck, relishing in the feel of him again. You’d missed him so much and now that you knew why he’d left you, you wanted to be with him even more. Slowly he placed his hands on your hips and kissed the shell of your ear. He wasn’t going to ever let you go again.

anonymous asked:

Hello, may I please have an scenario where at an event thrown by a mutual ally Chrome, Yamamoto, Tsuna and Hibari's s/o whose father is an Vongola allied Politician keeps being intercepted by other politicians and businessmen’s wife’s asking for her to meet their sons, grandsons and/or nephews. How do they intertwine? "Save their damsel in distress" she’s often vocal about the boring her to tears nephews, creepy sons, and obviously don't understand NO grandsons.


How they met:

“You are new,” a beautiful violet-haired woman stopped you the moment you walked into the club. She was like a glacier- beautiful, cold and elegant.

“Yeah, this is my first time here,” you said nervously. 

“Are you a spy? Did they send you from an enemy famiglia?” The woman demanded and you jumped from fear.

“Where am I? In some James Bond movie?” You started rambling when you were nervous. “My dad is this annoying big-shot and I thought going to a shady club would be a great way to rebel against him. I had no idea this was a private club-”

“I know a thing or two about difficult parents,” Chrome gave you a small smile. “If you really want to make a statement you should get a tattoo or piercing.”

“I like that idea,” you grinned. “Do you know a good tattoo parlor?” 

“Save their damsel in distress from suitors/old ladies” scenarios:

“Chrome!” You nearly ran to your girlfriend. “I can’t deal with their whining anymore. No, I don’t want to date your creepy son, you old bat. You want power so much, you would marry me if I gave you the choice!

Chrome giggled and ran her hand down your hair. “If you insist, I can brainwash them or make you invisible.”

“Invisible?” You glared at her. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me about that option before? You know how much time that would save me? Use your illusions to help me out, Chrome!”


How they met:

“Hi there,” you approached one of your father’s guests. “I heard that you’re a Rain Guardian.”

“And you must be Senator (Last Name)’s daughter,” Yamamoto grinned. He took your hand and kissed it. “Please call me Takeshi.”

You gave me a disinterested look. You were used to men flirting with you for your father’s power… or was he just being polite? Whatever.

“Can you make it rain?” You asked.

“Well,” Yamamoto gave you and amused look. “I don’t do it often, but I can.”

“Good,” you said. “They are switching off the water today, stupid municipality, but my delicate flowers will dry off. Help me.” You were about to walk away but you were pulled close.

“I believe the magical word is ‘please’,” Yamamoto said, his breathe fanning your neck.

“Save their damsel in distress from suitors/old ladies” scenarios:

“I hope you are pure,” the creepy grandson edged closer to you. You had no idea how the creep had managed to corner you in the party.

“Pure?” You laughed uneasily. You weren’t drunk enough for this.

“Yeah. You see, I like my whores experienced but my wife shouldn’t have been touched by any other man. I want her pure. So you’re pure, right?”

You wanted to vomit. Before you could reply, you were interrupted.

“I’m afraid she’s as tainted as they get. Every skin has been touched,” Yamamoto bit your earlobe and you shuddered. “Multiple times.”

The man paled. Everyone knew about the second deadliest assassin in the business. Quiet as a shadow, deadly as Hell.

You watched as the man nearly ran out of Yamamoto’s way and turned around to glare at your boyfriend.

“You’re going to scare away all of them from now on,” you huffed and he just gave you a sheepish grin.


How they met:

“Who are you?” You asked the person who killed everyone of your kidnappers and was currently untying you. There was something about him that was completely unnerving.

“Don Vongola,” he grinned, despite the blood all over his face and white shirt. “But a beautiful thing like you can call me Tsuna.”

“Don Vongola?” You tried to remember where you heard that… “So you’re one of my father’s mafia associates.”

“Correction, love. Only mafia associate. He is not going to be making deals with other famiglia’s if he knows what’s good for him. Your dearest father is going to pass a law that will make it easier for me to deal drugs across borders. Saving his princess, personally, is the least I can do.”

You were kidnapped and the person rescuing you seemed to worse than any of the men who took you. You didn’t know exactly how to react.

“Stop staring at my cleavage, asshole,” you finally said.

“Save their damsel in distress from suitors” scenarios:

“Darling, you will be a lovely addition to our family,” one of the mothers in the party said. “Your father’s influence and our money. Imagine the power-”

“Yes, yes,” you agreed. “That sounds rather lovely.” Couldn’t they leave you alone for a minute? Not for the first time, you cursed being related to the Vongola’s political puppet.

“Hello, ladies,” Tsuna swooped in and you nearly choked on your shrimp.

You watched the way the power-hungry hags swooned over him and frowned. Nana was so gentle and kind compared to these vultures.

“Don Vongola-” you tried to greet politely but was immediately interrupted by a ravishing kiss. The kiss left you breathless despite the fact that you just made out in front of those hags.

“Take care of my woman, ladies,” Tsuna winked at you and left quickly.

You glared at his back.

 No sane person would try to pair up Don Vongola’s woman with their son but this was going to lead to a whole new set of problems.


How they met:

Despite being the daughter of a powerful politician, you preferred to prepare and cook for your own meals. You were going about your business and shopping in the food place until…

“Move, herbivore,” you looked up to see a cold, aloof, attractive man waiting for you to move out of the way so he could grab some cabbage. He seemed so out of place in his expensive suit, though.

You were a particularly bad day so you just snapped at him.

“Herbivore?” You asked the rude man. “Don’t you see the meat in my basket? Humans are omnivores. Someone clearly failed first grade science.”

“Save their damsel in distress from suitors” scenarios:

“Why are you in a date with another man?” Hibari didn’t bother hiding his malice and directed it all at your suitor. You were in a nice restaurant and of course, your boyfriend-whatever had to ruin it.

“Well, I’m a young lady with good prospects. It’s time I check out all my options. It’s not like I’m in an actual relationship,” you said haughtily, ignoring the fact that your date was nearly going to pee in his pants. “Remember, how you said you hated being tied down? And couldn’t care less about the hags bothering me to meet their sons-”

Hibari pulled you up and close to him. “You are going to be bitten to death for this, omnivore.” He whispered. He dragged you to the nearest hotel and you gave a sympathetic look to your creepy date.

A list of my W.I.P.

• Tattoos - I’m making multiple variations
• Bodysuits - I want to make more designs (I’m lazy and haven’t colour them)
• Eyebrows - …. I’m lazy, okay?
• Sim Requests - Some of you guys gave me hard requests 💀
• Sim Based Around Blogs - Okay about this, some you guys have like nothing for your blog and it’s hard to make a sim based off that. (I have one done already)
• Sim Uploads - Jason, Deer lady, and my Diverse sim will be going up (they were requested)

To Make A Statement

Series: A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

Characters: Feyre, Rhysand, Tamlin, Ianthe, Lucien, Night Court Squad, Archeron Sisters

Ship: Feyre/Rhysand

Rating: T

Word Count: 2033


Summary: An imagining of what I’d like to see in ACOTAR 3, in which Feyre gets to reveal her new status in a big way…

Comments: Okay, I so I have another larger fic I am working on. But then @illyriantremors answered an ask she had regarding what she would like to see happen in ACOTAR 3. And one particular bullet point stood out to me so much that I had instant inspiration and had to run with it. What started out as an attempt at a “mini fic” got way out of hand, but I am not the least bit sorry.

So this is for you Sierra, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it, and that it satisfies the dream you have for ACOTAR 3 to some degree :)

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Whew! I got a lot of good feedback in my inbox! Here are my most popular requests:
• Marinette’s Parents
• More girl bonding/Ladies outings in general
• Louis getting a tattoo (possibly with piper)
• More Bridgette/Felix and Louis/Luna, with Piper/Lionel scheming on the side
• The idea of Hugo getting a rivalmance was also very popular.
• A possible s/o for Dom (agreed)
• (which just makes me happy since I was high-key gunna do it anyways lmao)

Conclusion: ya’ll are thirsty for ship content.

and imma be your dealer

Kinder in the Long Run

The one where Lavellan leaves. // AO3

He had asked for a little more time to think, and she had given it willingly.

She still called on him frequently—requesting his presence and expertise on missions, conquests, and explorations—but never once pushing him on the subject of them. Never once pushing him to define what they were, what they had become, since that dream they shared in the Fade.  She let him have all the space he needed, toeing the very fine line between intimacy and companionship gracefully. She had respected his choice and he had thought that the borrowed time might have allowed him to formulate a sound opposition to his overwhelming feelings, but much to his dismay, it only allowed for his fondness of her to grow.

It grew in moments of breathless laughter that left his sides aching spurned a joke privy only to the two of them.

When was the last time he let himself laugh this hard?

It grew through stolen glances around a requisition table. Through inviting smiles beside the campfire before disappearing into their tents. Through heavy lidded gazes and soft pillow talk from their bedrolls when they would share one. Through the fleeting grazes of lingering hands across the Great Hall during soirees held in her honor. Through suggestive smirks across his desk while engaged in banter thick with thinly veiled innuendo.

And through the frantic searches across the battlefield for one another after an arduous fight

How many ways could her eyes hold him suspended in a moment, captivating him so?

He found himself inexplicably drawn to her, compelled to touch her. Countless times he would reach for her and have to stop himself, chide himself on his inability to restrain his impulses.

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Soul Mates - Luke Hemmings

Description: Timers are attached to Luke and Y/N’s wrists, telling the exact time they’ll meet the love’s of their lives. When noticing their dates are the same, the two friends think that it must be just a huge coincidence. 

Warning: None

Request: No

(Part 1 / 4)


~Luke’s POV~

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Anon Request: KBTBB guys finding out MC has a cool tattoo

Just a little suggestive stuff

Your back hits the wall with a hard thump as he pins you up, arms holding you in place as his mouth closed hungrily over yours. Fingers tangling into his hair, you cling on as your body squirms under his delicious touch.
His low voice growls impatiently on your neck as you whimper. A bruising kiss to the throat and you gasp out his name weakly. Your hands slide down and grasp the buckle around his waist for a moment before he seizes your wrists and holds them over your head.
Your complaints were drawn into his mouth as he kisses you again, and you melt into his touch.
The air in the bedroom got hotter, tenser, your entire body burning up from the bottom of your heart as you heaved for air, panting at the wonderful caress of the man you adored.
His hands pull at your shirt, and you help him guide the edge along your shoulder, shrugging the garment to the ground.
He breaks the kiss and plants his lips against your chest, just against the fabric of your bra. Strong arms wrap around you and lift you off your feet, backing towards the bed until the two of you fall into it in a whirl of limbs and heated chuckles.
You turn around on the bed to face him, suddenly pausing as you see the surprise on his face.

He holds your shoulder firmly and turns you around again, your back to him, his hot hand brushing your hair out of the way as he took a better look at your tattoo. A slender Chinese dragon wove across your shoulder blades, burning crimson against the pale skin.
Your voice comes out in a little squeak, not quite sure of what to make of the situation.
He didn’t say anything.
As you tried to roll back over to check his expression, Soryu’s large hands grabbed you by the waist, dragging you across the sheets to him as he ground his hips down on you. All of your questions silenced into his kiss, you let him shift his weight over you in a rush of desire even hotter than before.
You feel him inside you, his deep voice at your ear sending more tremors down your spine.
“Ahhhhhh, yes?”
“It is very nice.” Soryu muttered quietly, thrusting harder suddenly into you like a distraction from his embarrassing admittance. “You look sexy.”

“Hot damn.”
He smirked.
“Come on, give me a better look.”
Your hands instinctively go up to your shoulders, fingers fluttering nervously over the tattoos you knew stood out perfectly in the bright light of the hotel suite.
Eisuke grabbed your arm and tugged you closer so you pressed tightly against his chest. His gaze washed over your shoulder, his smirk growing wider as he recognized an intricate network of roses blooming across your skin, pink and red and white petals dancing on your body.
“Aren’t you one bold little thing?” He snickered as he tracing his nails lightly against the designs, sending a thrilling tremble into your body. “Hiding such seductive tattoos under your modest little facade.”
Eisuke grabbed your chin, tilting your face up at him. The dark eyes bore into yours for a long, intense moment, and then his lips were upon yours, his body coming down hard onto your own.

You gave an awkward giggle and tried to pull away until Ota pulled you back down, holding you on all fours as he combed aside your hair with his fingers. A simple black design was inked into your back, several birds in flight across your shoulder and patterning right up to the spot that was usually hidden just under your collar.
Ota leaned down and pressed a kiss against each soaring bird.
“Look at you, Koro, I didn’t know you were this much of a wild little puppy!”
He grinned against your skin and sucked on the base of your neck.
“It makes me want to decorate you even more!”
You heard him snicker as his hands slide along your body, his touch melting your senses into his palms. He nibbled at your neck, leaving dark red marks, like cherry blossoms, amid the birds, spiralling out and tapering off as he moved closer to your collarbones.
“It actually looks pretty good on you.” Ota chuckled as he bent down to kiss your cheek.

“Oh-ho, is that a tattoo I see, pretty lady?”
He tugged on your hand, guiding you closer to him as he wraps you up in his arms.
“Mind giving me a show?” He murmured softly into your ear as he kissed the outer edge. You felt your cheeks burn hotter, and you shyly burrow your face into his chest. Baba laughs and hugs you closer.
“I’m actually so surprised, ____________.” He kissed the top of your hair and stroked your back with tender hands. “My princess, with such a beautiful tattoo.” He smiled as you raised your head to peek at him through your eyelashes. “It suits you so well.”

He pried on your shoulder, trying to get you to turn your back again. You whimper and lie in the bed, trying to hide your tattoo from his judgement.
“Comon, kid, ‘fess up.” His low, rough voice warmed your body from inside out as his hand stroked your cheek. Mamoru leaned into a soft kiss on your lips, and you smirk back.
“Well then.”
Mamoru grabbed your wrists, holding them over your head.
“Officer don’t like your attitude, lil’ punk.”
You feel a faint blush on your cheeks as you pout at him.
“What you gonna do about it?”
Mamoru’s lip curled up as he gave a lusty huff of breath.
“Someone’s going to get a very thorough body search tonight.”

It seemed to get shorter and shorter and ugh
I just hurriedly hammered this out after like 2 hours of math homework- goodness

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Thanks for the read!

Norman Reedus Interview for So It Goes by James Wright

It has been a long time coming, but Norman Reedus is at peace. In 1991, the actor was earning seven dollars and fifty cents an hour working in a busted Harley repair shop in Venice Beach, California. He’d followed a girl from Japan over to LA, but it didn’t work out. Neither did the job. One night he found himself angry and drunk at a party in the Hills and - Hollywood being Hollywood - his abusive tirade won him a part in a play. Fast-forward twenty years and a career’s worth of roles in dark, violent and barely seen independent films, Reedus was a man in he shadows, flirting with photography, art and the idea of giving up acting for good. And then it all changed. AMC’s The Walking Dead - the critically acclaimed show about survival in post-apocalyptic, zombie-ridden Georgia - has transformed Reedus, at forty-six into one of the most recognisable faces on American television. His poncho-wearing, crossbow-toting hillbilly with a heart, Daryl Dixon, looks like it could be just the start.

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acomaf Fanfic #2

I don’t have a title because I am only so creative, and I didn’t intend to write this one, but inspiration called! I don’t know if it is any good, again, just trying it out for the time being and it is filling my time, so I’m happy in that regard. Thanks to the positive feedback from readers, and the tips from @sarahviehmann! I hope my attempts at “showing, not telling” live up to at least beginning creative writing standards of an English teacher! 

It picks up right where the last one ended. If you want a link to the last one, click here

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Me trying to goad the screaming toddler in my skull into shopping: You can buy one (1) face crayon of your choice if you come to Farmers with me and make adult purchases.

The screaming toddler in my skull while at Farmers: I want all l this cocoa butter, I wanna go home, I want starbucks, hitmen are coming to kill me, I want to fight that old lady, I want Denny’s, I want another tattoo,  I want this 200 jacket, there are cameras everywhere,  I want 2 face crayons. I want an animal onesie, I want to set things on fire, I want a new binder,  I want italian leather shoes i’ll never wear, I want to die, I want a cigarette, I want this scarf, I want this contour kit.

Me (through clenched teeth trying to purchase necessities): No. You only get one face crayon and that’s final…

tattoo artist//c.h

A/N: you are the tattoo artist! I’ve written one very similar to this on my old blog before I deactivated it, so if it sounds familiar that’s why. 

“Hey Marcus! You want anything? I’m leaving in a minute” you called, your voice just loud enough to be heard amongst the hum of tattoo guns. You were cleaning up your station just after your last client had left and you were going on a coffee run for a much needed energy boost. 

“Are you going to Starbucks again? God Y/N, you’re so basic!” You could hear Marcus laughing along with your other coworkers, but you just rolled your eyes and flipped them off. Working in a shop full of guys was exciting, but it also came with a lot of banter as well. It was all in good spirits though, you had become like their little sister in the past couple years of working there. 

“Well, since you’re being a piece of shit, I’m not getting you a caramel latte” you retorted, a sly smile playing on your lips as you grabbed your small purse. 

“Oh c’mon Y/N I was just joking!” Marcus protested, looking defeated as your other coworker Jimmy laughed at him. “Nope, too bad, see you asshats in 5!” 

You smirked to yourself as you left out the back of the shop, taking a shortcut you discovered to the Starbucks around the corner. As you made you way into line you saw a very tall, and very attractive, guy standing in front of you. He was looking out the window so you could see the profile of his face: a strong jaw, thick eyebrows, and full lips that you know you’d daydream about later. His tan skin looked flawless, and his dark coffee hair fell in messy waves atop his head. He was wearing a black tank top and black skinny jeans with converse, and you never imagined a man could make pants that tight look so good. You brought your gaze up to his face but blushed and looked away when your eyes met, knowing full well he had caught you checking him out. Tucking a stray hair out of your face you avoided his gaze as the line shuffled forward, but you swore you heard him chuckle softly. You stared at your feet, your tattoo peeking through your sandals. 

Being a tattoo artist you felt like the stereotype was for you to be covered in tattoos, but that was not the case. You only had a few, sparsely adorning your body. But just because you yourself didn’t have many tattoos did not mean you were untalented. In fact, the opposite was true. Starting with stick and poke tattoos on your friends you had practiced and enhanced your skills, eventually catching the attention of some local tattoo shops. Eventually you were invited as an apprentice at one of the best tattoo shops in town, and under their guidance and watchful eye you had learned to use proper tattooing equipment and learn new techniques. You were a quick learner, and there was no denying you had a natural talent, and after one of your clients had said Wow, your lines are so clean, it’s more precise than a laser! you had earned the title of Lady Laser. It was unusual for someone so young to already have such a successful career, but you had worked so hard for your job and for the respect of other tattoo artists. Although you were very skilled with a tattoo gun, you still did your stick and poke tattoos at the request of the client. 

You noticed the line had moved again and it was you turn to order, so you politely requested your usual, a grande chai latte. “No problem miss,” the barista said. “Thank you, how much?” you asked, already digging through your wallet. “Oh, it’s already been paid for” she said with a smile. “What?” you asked in confusion, “by who?” 

“That gentleman over there.” She pointed to the side and lo and behold the handsome stranger who had been in front of you smiled and winked, giggling as you blushed again. “Oh, well thank you,” you said to her, and made your way to wait next to him for your drink. You cleared your throat, “I-I um….thank you..for buying my drink, that was very sweet of you” you said softly, braving a smile at him. He looked at you with warm chocolate eyes, and spoke in a voice that you could listen to for the rest of your life. “You’re very welcome; it’s not every day I get to buy a drink for such a beautiful lady.” Your face was surely tomato red by now, and you were thankful that the barista called out your drinks. “I have a venti cappuccino for Calum and a grande chai latte for Y/N!” You both went to grab your drinks and reached for lids, smiling as your hands accidentally brushed. “Y/N….that’s a beautiful name, quite fitting for a lady like yourself” he complimented. “Well Calum, you’re not so bad yourself,” you replied. He opened his mouth to say something but you were interrupted by your phone ringing. “I’m so sorry, I have to take this” you apologized, “Hello?” 

“Y/N where the fuck are you! Get over here you’re late for your 4 o’clock!” Glancing at your watch you cursed under your breath. “Yeah okay I’ll be there in a minute.” You hung up and cast a sad smile to Calum. “I’m so sorry, but I’m late for an appointment, I have to go. But it was so nice meeting you and thank you again for the drink.” 

“It was my pleasure, I hope I see you around” he replied, smiling as you dashed out the door. 

You all but ran through your shortcut and through the door, running to dump your bag and shrug off your sweater, prepping like a mad mad for your next client. You hadn’t actually met him or talked to him, Marcus originally had him as a client but after he discussed what he wanted he suggested that you do the tattoo instead, as you were more skilled with line-work than he was. So you fashioned your hair into a quick messy bun and dashed to the front desk just as the door opened. You were flipping through the binder of appointments as he approached the desk. “Hey, sorry man, I’m just looking for your stencil and I’ll be right with you” you said, flipping through another binder with all of the complete stencils. “Y/N?” 

You whipped your head up and found yourself face to face with a familiar face you had seen but 15 minutes ago. “Calum? What are you doing here?” You were shocked to say the least, and you were sure you looked like a fish out of water with your mouth gaping open. “Well I’m here to get a tattoo? I had an appointment for 4 o’clock….?” You glanced down at the page and yep, there it was: Calum Hood – 4pm. “Oh, shit you’re right” you muttered. “So…should I wait here for Laser or…?” You felt someone saunter up behind you and Marcus’s big hand clasp your shoulder. “You’re looking at her man!” he laughed. Now it was his turn to be surprised. “You?” he asked, staring at you wide wide eyes, “You’re Laser?” You smiled and nodded, “Well, Lady Laser, but that’s besides the point…..and you don’t have to call me that if you don’t want, Y/N is good too.” 

“You’re a tattoo artist?” Calum asked, still incredulous, “But you don’t look like…I’m sorry I just mean I didn’t expect you to be….what?” You and Marcus laughed, “Don’t let her appearance fool you bro, she’s one of the best artists in town, better than Jimmy” he said. “Hey, I heard that you asshole!” Jimmy yelled from the back, making you smile. “Well anyways, I have everything ready to go, so if you would like to follow me?” you said lightly, your professional mode kicking in. 

Calum still seemed rather dazed as he followed you to your station and sat down, staring at you all the while as you put on your gloves, took out your gun and inks, and prepped his arm with the stencil. Before you started you looked up at him, “Please say something, I promise I won’t mess it up!” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. Calum smiled, “I know, I trust you. I’m just a little shocked that’s all.” 

“You and me both” you winked, “Ready?” Waiting until Calum nodded, you got to work. In the beginning of your career you stayed silent as you worked, but now you were able to carry a conversation and stay focused. “So,” you started, keeping your eyes and hand steady, “Is there a special reason for this tattoo?” 

After you started the conversation Calum was more than happy to talk, sharing details of his tattoo, his friends, and the band he was in. It felt good to talk to him, it was like you’d known each other for years. You were in the zone and you could already see that the tattoo was looking really good, even Jimmy came over to have a look. Time seemed to fly and soon you had finished the piece on his arm. “There we go,” you sighed, wiping away the excess ink and cleaning the area, “Why don’t you have a look in the mirror.” Calum got up and stood in front of the mirror and gasped as he saw the finished product. “Wow,” he said, a huge grin on his face, “That’s amazing! It looks even better than I expected! You really are amazing.” You smiled bashfully, “Well I’m glad you like it! Let me just wrap it for you and you’ll be good to go.” 

As you finished giving him the aftercare instructions you saw him reaching for his wallet. “No no,” you chuckled, “this one is on the house.” 

“What? No I can’t let you do that,” Calum protested, furrowing his eyebrows. “Yes you can,” you waved your hand, “You bought me a coffee, so now I’m returning the favour!” 

“But a coffee is way less expensive than a tattoo!” 

“Calum really, it’s on me.” 

“Well….I’ll only agree to this if you let me take you out tomorrow night.” 

“Take me out?” you asked, not really understanding. 

“Yes, take you out. On a date” he clarified, an amused smile appearing. “She accepts!” yelled Marcus from across the room. You both turned to chuckle at him as he gave you the thumbs up. “Well yeah, I accept” you smiled, cleaning up your station and taking off your gloves. Calum grinned and you felt your stomach do backflips at his wide smile. After giving him your number you walked him to the door. “Well thank you for the amazing ink Y/N,” Calum said, “And I’ll call you tomorrow.” And with a quick kiss on your cheek he was out the door. 

A/N: I hoped you liked that one! I think the tattoo artist!reader is a neat idea!