𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 ! ! ─ 𝙠𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 ⋆ 𝙠

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—You text Natsu before you enter the tatoo shop

Remember our first year when we played that game of Uno? and I lost that bet: Y/N

My housewife: ARE YOU FINALLY GIVING IN?

I'M AT THE TATOO PLACE RN : Y/N

My housewife: WAIT SEND ME PICS WHEN UR DONE

WHY ARE WE YELLING: Y/N

My housewife: IDK

The tattoo place was really chill, not too many people and overall pretty spacious. This wasn't the one you usually went to so you weren't sure how the customer service was gonna be like but it definitely gets high on your visual rating.

At Nekoma you aren't allowed to have tattoos, it's apart of dress code

But if they can't see em then how are they gonna know?

The only visible one you have is the stick and poke star on your collar bone—the one that Kenma did. But even then it wasn't that noticeable.

"Hi there! You've got an appointment?" Just by the woman's greeting you could feel the atmosphere soften up a bit.

Long story short, you leave out of there with a tiny little blossom plastered right on your back. It was an inside thing between you and Natsu, a bet you lost a good sum of years ago.

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flashback

"If you lose, I'm picking the tattoo you get" Natsu smiles as she deals cards, blowing smoke out of her mouth as you prep your game behind the school.

That bandaged face menace had been plotting on you the moment she realized you didn't have not one thing inked on your body.

"You know I don't do tattoos" you take the cigarette right from her, sucking in a big cloud. Your fingers were sore that day—getting your palm crunched when you decided to arm wrestle for a cinnamon roll.

You won, at the expense of your hand.

"Yeah, that's why it's a challenge" Natsu rolled her eyes "and if I lose you've got full access to my pantry 24/7

"Alright your own bitch!"

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It was definitely a time in your life...The difference between then and now is that now you can drive.

You walk to your car, purse in hand when you're stopped by some tall guy. You see him approaching in your peripheral but you just tell yourself that he's walking in the same direction as you or something.

But you knew better

"Can I help you?" You ask with a smile

"My friends saw you walking and I was just wondering..how old are you?" Weak introduction but you didn't just walk away like you would've wanted to. It could've been worse, he coulda said you looked exotic or something really weird.

"18" you answer "and maybe next time don't watch me? Thanks"

"You joke a lot?"

"I try not to take things to serious" you shrug "like your really sorry excuse of an outfit" you eye him

"Wow..you're kinda a bitch" he says that yet he's still standing there speaking to you