Martin was an outcast, he liked weird things, he had weird hobbies, he had weird friends and was seen as the weird guy.

Girls he likes were weird too.

At least in some way. He was seen as a metalhead and certainly couldn’t have girl that was… normal.

You certainly weren’t. And Martin loved that. He loved every tattoo, every new piercing or piece of clothing you bought and how you wanted to hide that sometimes you bought it just to match one of his metal bands T-shirts.

He could spend days laying in bed with you on your chest and trace his fingers over the lines of your tattoos.

So imagine how his eyes lit up when he found out that you got a new one.

He wasn’t like weird about it. He didn’t even knew about you getting it and found out when he walked into the bathroom in his apartment and saw you peeling off the second skin. No questions asked. Do what you want.

Few days passed and he knew he had to let it heal. But when you were laying there looking all pretty and relaxed he couldn’t help himself. It was hard to focus as it was but now? Even his game console wasn’t as interesting.

“So…” he started “can I see it yet?” His gaze haven’t left you as you rest on the sheets of his bed, eyes closed, slowly dozing off; it was his fault for playing so late at night.