The One with The Tattoo's - 84

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Written on December 7th, 2021. * TW mention of needles*

*Andrew's pov*
"Hey?" "Hm?" I looked up from my phone and over to my girlfriend in her bathroom. "Do you think my arm looks bare?" "Bare?" "Inkless" "are you referring to the lack of tattoos on one side of it?" "I knew it." I chuckled. "Why do you want more?" "Yeah. My sister and I are getting matching ones next month but I have other ones I've been wanting." "It looks like a sketch book. It's like the coolest thing ever." She smiled at me and walked out of the bathroom, turning the light off in the process. She walked over and flipped face first onto the bed beside me. "Do you have any?" I set my phone aside. "Tattoos? No" "you don't have a secret tramp stamp that I don't know about?" "You've seen basically every part of my body I'm sure you'd know if I had one" "not true-" she lifted her arm up and continued "-you had no idea I had this one until a couple months ago" "well yeah because it's tiny and not that easy to notice- oh I get where you're going with that.." she laughed "mhm" I leaned over towards her "well for clarification, I don't have any" I leaned down and kissed her then got up and stretched. "Yum" "mhm" she winked at me and moved to lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. "Have you ever thought about getting one?" "Yeah. But I haven't been able to decide on anything long enough to actually get it. And I'm horrified of the feeling of that." "It's not that bad" "mhm." "It isn't it takes like two seconds." "The last time you went it took an hour and a half" "because I got multiple. I wasn't about to just go for one tiny one and pay a lot for it." "Mm" "you should come with me when I get other ones" "why, want my hand to squeeze?" "Yes. I don't think my whale wants to be squeezed anymore." I smiled at her "where would you get one if you were to get it" "on my ribs. Since it's not very noticeable" "mm. It hurts the most there" "does it?" "Mhm. I have a Queen lyric there and it was only like 10 minutes to do it but it felt like hell." "Ohh yeah I remember that one. You couldn't lay on your side for a while." "Yeah no comfy cuddles." I smiled. She got up and walked over to where I was standing. "I could be your hand to squeeze when you get it" "that's if I ever decide what to get." "Is there any family members you like enough to get something tattooed?" "Uhhhh my sisters.. both my parents." "Here's a fun idea." "Oh god I'm not calling my mother for that" "does she not like them?" "No she has a few but I'm her last child to not have them." "Baby just ask them to write something in their handwriting and have them send a picture to you." "Jesus fine." "Your mother would yell at you for saying that" "yeah well she isn't here now is she?" "Uh huh."

*Y/n's pov*
After a couple hours he received a response from his mom of a picture. He didn't show me what it was and I didn't bother to look because of how tired I was, considering it was 11pm (early for us). "Brett has an opening tomorrow at 11" "pm?" "Am." "Mm" "committed enough to it?" "Yes" "want me to ask him to book us in?" "Mhm" "king of short answers" "sweetheart, I'm sorry but I'm tired" "I know. Sleep." He groaned and cuddled into his pillow. I conversed back and forth with Brett for about 20 minutes, telling him what I wanted and sending him photos. Also telling him that Andrew would have his ready for him to do a quick sketch of it the day of. And we agreed on 11-12. I thanked him and set my phone on the bed side table. I settled into bed and laid facing Andrew, who was face down. "I hope you know I'm making you go first." I laughed. "Fine by me" "are you taking Yods with you again?" "Do you want me to take him with us" "pshh no." "Andrew" "yeah.." I smiled and brushed his hair out of his face. "You're cute you know that?" "Mhm. You're beautiful, you know that?" "Had to one-up me." He gave me a toothy smile and grinned after settling back into the pillow. "I love you. Weirdo" "I love you too".

The next day at around 9:30 am we woke up. Both of us tired. "I'm taking a nap after we get these." "I'll join you. I could sleep for another 8 hours." We smiled at each other and got up and showered. I got dressed and ready while he showered. And continued being annoying and messing up his hair whenever he got it the way that he wanted. "Baby I swear to god." "Oops" "you're lucky I'm too tired to do anything about that." "Oh so your hair can be messed up at any other time but now it's uncool?" "Mhm. Because we're leaving the house." "We leave the house all the other times too-" "we go to our friends houses." "Whateverrrr" I walked out of my room and down the stairs. It was 10:30. "Better hurry up pretty boy" "mhm" he leaned down and kissed me quickly before opening the door and lightly pushing me out so he could lock it. Once he did he unlocked the car and opened the door for me and closed it once I got in. He then got into the drivers seat and started the car. "Andrew" "hm" "seatbelt" "oh-" he buckled his seat belt and rubbed his eyes lightly before putting sunglasses on. "If you're too tired I can drive." "Mm no I'm alright" he drove out of my driveway, closing the gate behind him and towards the second one. Matt let us through and we drove towards the tattoo shop. "Nervous?" He chuckled "no because you're going first." I glared at him. "Uh huh. Keep saying that." He smiled and fixed the rear view mirror so that he could see out of it and focused back ahead of us. "You look hot driving." My eyes widened at my sudden outburst of a weird statement. He smirked "thank you" I bit my bottom lip slightly out of slight embarrassment while also figuratively slapping myself in the face. "You look hot in the passenger seat" I smiled and grabbed his free hand. "Oh would you look at that we're here." I smiled as he parked the car. He got out after taking the key out of the ignition and walked over to my side to let me out. "Such a gentleman." "I try" I grabbed his hand and we walked into the shop and were immediately greeted by Brett. "Jesus it's been two weeks where have you been?" "Fighting the urge to get more.." he laughed and I introduced him to Andrew. "Jesus you're tall-" Andrew smiled shyly and rested his hand on my waist while dropping the other one that was previously shaking Brett's hand. "Brought a new child today I see" "yes. I think my other one was getting too flat by how bad I was squishing him." He laughed. And waved me over to look at the stencils that he had prepared previous of the appointment. I handed Yods over to Andrew and walked over. "You fucking snapped with these what the fuck." He laughed and we both walked over to the station that he had set up. "Are you sitting?" "Mmm no I think I'll switch it up by laying down this time. It's more comfy." "Alright!" He brought Andrew a chair to sit on while I was laying down and he sat down. I climbed onto the bed and laid down on my stomach, resting my arm on the stand beside me. Brett sat down on the stool that was on my right side and put all of the stencils on then turned on the machine that the tattoo gun was hooked up to and started. I opened snapchat and sent a quick video to kylee saying 'I'm getting 6 ahead of you. Try and keep up hoe' then set my phone down beside me and grabbed Andrew's hand. "You look comfy" "I am. I could literally fall asleep right now." He leaned down slightly and kissed the top of my hand. Brett stopped after a minute to ask how the pain was and if it was tolerable, after I gave him the okay he continued tattooing me. "Nervous yet pretty boy?" "Nope" "mmhm" "I'm not" "your hand is shaking" "when isn't it" "wait a damn minute-" he laughed and I smiled. I felt my phone buzz beside me and gave Andrew a look to grab it. He unlocked it and clicked on the notification then showed it to me. 'Bitch slow down I can't be booked in for another two months-' I smirked and grabbed it. 'Sucks to suck hoe. Andrew's getting one before you even get in to get more.' I showed it to him before sending it to her in case he didn't want anyone knowing, but sent it after I got the okay then set my phone down beside me again.

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