George is the son to parents that own a multi-million dollar eco friendly car company. Cars have never been George's favorite subject. He knows which are the most expensive on the market because of his father but he's never understood the hype.
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"Swallow every single lie. Take all of me." Lover Of Mine 5sos
⚠️Talks about needles⚠️
"Sam! Sam... ow! Alright... alright you can sto...ow!"
The buzzing in his ears only made the situation about a thousand times worse. Not only did it hurt in the section Sam was designing but George's entire shoulder throbbed. Needles were not his forte but there he was strapped to a tattoo table hissing through a thousand pokes every ten seconds.
"Shut up," Sam joked. "I'm almost done with the square then I'll do your neck."
"I have so many... Ow! Fuck off, Sam!" The tattoo artist chuckled into his gas mask and replaced the placement of a hand. The Brit tried not to flinch when the tattoo gun came back down onto his skin. Over and over, George had stared at that stupid tattoo hung on the wall. It was only two-quarters big but, like a dumbass, he made adjustments.
The rectangle with the two 'Xs' as eyes and a tongue mouth rested just below the peak of his shoulder and right before the round of it. Right on that tender part of the body was flat until it met with the armpit. The words originally sat beneath it said Error 404 but George found that a bit tacky when put in its original placement. Now the stencil was projected to run a bit bigger... and up the side of his neck. It laid nicely along the one tendon that Dream loved to abuse with his lips during their... moments. It was always painted in soft pretty marks that everyone eyed. George liked it because it reminded him he wasn't always numb; Dream liked the possession and attention they received.
The door to the shop jingled when people entered. Weighted and squeaky George groaned hearing it swing open. Sapnap's boisterous laugh filled the room immediately. Loud and completely disruptive, but Sam didn't falter. He held his hand steady and brought George more agony with each press. They'd been at this for an hour already.
"Fuck!" George dropped down against the sterile tattoo pillow.
"Woah," Sapnap chuckled hovering in George's peripherals. "You're getting a tattoo?"
"No," George hissed. "Just putting permanent ink in my skin."
The door jingled open before slamming the cold air out again.
"Smartass, Since when have you ever wanted a tattoo?" Sapnap was abruptly shoved forward dragging another deep laugh out of the man. Sprawled on the floor like a dog he heaved with laughs. Warm and familiar, George smiled until the pain took over again. Striking up his arm and forcing a lip between tight teeth. The brunette swore at Sam and placed a forearm over his eyes.
"I thought you didn't burnout anymore!" George's heart elevated at Dream's lofty voice. "Told you those fire hazards would ruin your start off."
"I'm not racing for money, dumbass," Sapnap retorted. "I only race you!"
