Nalu the badgirl and the badboy

a lucy day

"i don't share what's mine" pfff. my cheeks heat up, just thinking about how he called me. babygirl. it really doesn't help that i love that pet name. i can't deny that i feel attracted to natsu, not that i'd ever tell him that. but i mean come on, who the heck is that possessive and hot?

"bye girls" i stand up and i yell at the girls after lunch, not wanting to stay in that personal hell hole any longer. a choruses of 'bye's are heard and i'm walking away. i was thinking of doing something really relaxing for the rest of my day off. i could get a tattoo...

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"do you like the design or should we try out different styles?" the tattooist asks, showing me the design.
"maybe try it in a more... old-times-roman handwriting? i think that would go well."
the tattooist gave me a friendly smile and continued to sketch the words 'devil doesn't sleep' onto a sheet of paper, until they matched the picture of them i had in my head. i only had a few tattoos, each one holding a different meaning.

a delicate rose, the size of a one-pound-coin in the middle of my back, on my spine. over and unter it in a straight line is the date X748, then the word golden, then comes the rose, then memories in chinese writing and then the date X777. i got them for my mother, a little while after she passed away.
it kinda looks like this:

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X
7
4
8
金
色
🥀
回
憶
X
7
7
7
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just on my spine.

the words 'lucky you' are inked into my skin on the inside of my right thigh. i got the tattoo after my first boyfriend and i, at the age of 16, slept together for the first time. i didn't necessarily get it for him, but for me and as a memory.

now, i'm getting the words 'devil doesn't sleep' tattooed just under the curve of my right boob. why? i don't really know. i think this tattoo may be my first without a personal meaning.

"this is going to sting, but you already know that, right?" the man who was going to tattoo me, David, said. "yeah don't worry, this isn't my first one" i say reassuringly and smile up at him. "thank god," he laughs, throwing his head back, "i thought i was gonna have to hold your hand or something. you look pretty young." he gives off a parental vibe that makes me like him at once. "well i can tell you that i'm old enough to have a tattoo. so don't worry" he looks relieved and continues to ink the words into my skin. i feel a slight sting, but it doesn't hurt all too much. since i already know what it feels like, i only flinch for a nanosecond.

"you're all done, love. just avoid putting water on it and change the plaster daily." david tells me after finishing me up and wrapping a bandage around my body. "thanks david" i respond, smiling at him, "i won't. and i think i just found my new favourite tattoo place." i walk out of the door and a gentle breeze hits me. i look at the address and put it onto my mental list of nice places. gazing around, i see an underground station with yelling coming from it. i scrunch up my eyebrows and walk towards it. i recognise the cheering as i get closer and a rush of adrenaline tingles through my body. i haven't fought in so long... giddy with excitement, i walk down the steps in a hurry and after following the crowd and cheers, i see a boxing rink. my eyes must have an evil glint to them as i watch the two fighters currently in the ring. one is tall and lean and one is much smaller, but very muscular in comparison to mr. lean. i get surrounded by the crowd, pulling me towards the ring. "the muscly guy is gonna win, for sure." i hear a guy say to his friends which nod, confirming his statement. pfff. amateurs. i say to myself, shaking my head at the confidence in their voices. the fight continues and the small dude is slowly but surely losing to mr. lean. "the tall guy is a lot less muscular-sure- but the other one is small and very muscular. that means that he can't move as fast as the tall one can. he also has the disadvantage that he can't block punches that easily," i say loudly to the group of guys, "he's going to win."