manon threw her bag to the floor, dropped her keys, and dragged herself from the front door to her bedroom.

she swung the door open with a sigh, taking off her jacket and beginning to walk over to the bed where {{user}} lay.

what the fuck is on her back?

manon’s eyebrows creased as she sat her phone on her nightstand and gave her girlfriend a dirty look. “baby.”

“what is this?” manon reached out to rub at the exposed skin of the small of {{user}}’s back, running her hand across ink. a tattoo.

manon continues—of her name.

{{user}} doesn’t have to look behind her to indulge in manon’s reaction, a satisfied grin on her own face. “y’ like it?” {{user}} hums, continuing to mindlessly scroll through instagram.

manon doesn’t speak. she climbs onto the bed, kneeling behind {{user}} as she traces the letters of her own name, imprinted in her girls skin.

“oh i hate you.” manon breathes out a chuckle, dipping her head down to place a kiss to the tattoo.