#cassandra!

[the-nada-thing]

don't cry; Jorge is writing illum

[fiorenc]

You were drunk. That was pretty obvious, not only to you, but also to the outer world. You didn’t even remember why, but you didn’t care. You were drunk, having fun, and a hot guy was grinding against you. You believed you were at some sort of beach party, there was a bonfire, sand, water, and shirtless guys, so you were pretty sure of your case. Behind the beach was a long road, a few shops and tattoo parlors reaching to it. The street lights were dimmed, but the music was still oh so loud. Not that you care, oh no, you were having the bloody time of your life! 

‘I’m leaving,’ You told the bloke, who was still grinding against your bum. ‘I’m getting a tattoo,’

‘You’re what?’ He squealed. ‘That’s so cool,’

‘I know right!’ You giggled excitedly, but suddenly your head felt rather light, and you grabbed at the guys shoulder to stay up. ‘Almost went down there for a second.,’ You giggled again, steadying yourself for the journey down the road.

You were still contemplating whether to get a lion on your forearm, or a dog on your tummy, when you walked into the parlor. The only sounds were the bell, your arrival rang, and the buzzing of a machine. You walked up into the shop, and to your surprise found absolutely nobody. You were about to turn back and walk towards the next shop, when you felt a small breeze in your neck. You turned around rather quick, losing your balance, and blacking out into the arms of the person behind you. 

You were completely knocked-out, but to your surprise you still heard indistinct conversations, and with a little extra focus, you could actually understand what they were saying.

‘What the fuck, Calum, I can’t just dump her on the beach!’ You heard someone yell out loud. More babbling, seemingly from another person, flooded into your ear, but you couldn’t understand the slightest bit. ‘I literally don’t give a fuck about the fact that there are more people there, I’m not putting her out there just to get raped by some weird ass guy in khakis!’ More babbling, and the guys continued. ‘No, I am actuallu not wearing khakis right now, and again I don’t give a flying fuck about the fact that you are, because deep down we all know you are a pervert. Also your khakis suck.’ You heard a load beep, and suddenly you realized you were still held by two strong arms, one holding you up under your legs, and one supporting your back. 

Suddenly a sneeze crept up your nose, and you realized you were, in fact, awake. ‘Hi-’ you tried to say, but the sneeze beat you, and you were pretty embarrassed. Only you. 

‘That was really cute, I’m Michael, you are?’ He grinned, looking down at you. 

‘Perfectly able to stand myself.’ You smiled sarcastically. ‘I’m Y/N,’ You put out your hand for him to shake. ‘Also very sorry, and embarrassed,’ 

‘No worries,’ He shrieked loudly, as you almost fell over again, giggling loudly. ‘I think I’m still drunk,’ 

‘I think so too,’ He smiled at the adorable girl in front of him. 

‘Oh wait, Mike, Look!’ You lifted your shirt, to point at your belly. ‘I want a really big dog head here, with a lil’ astronaut helmet,’ 

‘Ofcourse you do, baby girl’ He grinned, grabbing your hand and pulling your into a chair. ‘Stay here, okay? I’ll get you a blanket.’ You nodded, giving him the innocent eyes, but as soon as he left you stood up and started walking around, picking up random things throughout the shop. You hummed a random tone, picking up a notebook, laying on the corner of a small table, almost a nightstand. You opened it, and inside were beautiful drawings, of which seemed like women, and flowers, beautiful dragons, and elegant elves. your mouth dropped, because even your drunk persona was in awe of these art pieces, hidden in a sloppy notebook. ‘Put that down, would you?’ A voice called, a few metres behind you. ‘Nooo’ You mumbled softly, flipping thorugh a few more pages. ‘These are soooo cool!’ You squealed softly.

All of a sudden you were hoisted into the air. ‘Hand that over, princess’ A breathy voice whispered into your ear. ‘S-sure’ Your voice cracked. He put you down into the chair, pulling the blanket over you. ‘Goodnight, princess’ He smiled, running his hand through his hair. ‘Goodnight, Mikey’

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The next morning, you were awoken by a buzzing sound, almost like a mosquito swarming around your ear, constantly. You flopped your hands around your ears, but the buzzing didn’t stop. You felt a hand, running through your hair. ‘Psst’ He hushed. ‘Wake up, we gotta get you home,’

‘But Miiiike,’ you whined. ‘It’s my birthday,’ 

‘Isn’t that even a bigger reason?’ You basically heard him smiled. ‘What should I get you?’

‘Preferably like 3 pounds of Advil and 7 litres of water,’ You groaned, as you sat up, your eyes still closed as ever. ‘How about a free tattoo, but like, a nice one, not a dog on your tummy,’ He chuckled softly. ‘Did I seriously? Oh my god’ You groaned again, you were such an embarrassment, not only to your family, but to like everyone. 

‘Sure,’ You opened your eyes, and both of you guys’ eyes shot open. His did, because he didn’t expect you to say yes, and yours did, because you conscience never told you ‘Mike’ was hot. Like Magic Mike hot. Maybe even Magic Mike XXL hot. ‘W-which one did you have in mind?’ You whispered, still in shock. ‘Well, uh, you liked this one, last night,’ He pointed to one where there was a small thorn-like structure pictured, you remembered Michael explaining to you it meant ‘home’ in one of his favorite video games, when you couldn’t sleep. After remembering this, you responded to Michael’s questioning statement. ‘Let’s do it,’ He chuckled softly ‘Seriously?’ And as you contemplated, you replied, ‘You know what, yes, fuck it, let’s do it,’

After a little pain, like Michael said, it was finally done. You had complained the whole inking session, but it was done, and it looked incredible. ‘Thank you so much, Michael, it looks amazing!’ You exclaimed happily. ‘Well what can I say, a meaningful tattoo, for a meaningful girl,’ He replied, and you swore you could see a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. ‘Here’s my number, for you know, if you ever decide you want another one,’ He grinned, handing you a small card. You glanced once more at the tatoo, but little did you know, that approximately 7 months later, Michael would be your home, and oh, how you would be his, too.

THIS ONE IS for Cassandra, my bestfriend, even if there might be 5700 miles or kilometres between us, happy birthday, baby girl.

[i-literaltears]

AND THEN I GO AND DO IT AGAIN.

[havdrowned]

Check yourself before you wreck yourself BRO!

[h-ash]

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