5sos Imagines

First - Tattoo Arist!Luke

It was weird; you didn't believe in love at first sight, you saw it happen in movies and TV shows all the time and you always scoffed. How could they be in love, they don't know a single thing about each other? But when you saw Luke, you knew he was important. Not that you loved him - it took you months to figure that out - but it was like gravity shifted somehow; like everything in your life wanted to move so that there was room for him.
The first time you kissed him it felt nostalgic. Like coming home; like the way it does when you hear a song you haven't heard for years and your brain recalls every word as if you'd listened to it every day. You get that rush of familiarity, warming you from the pit of your stomach to the tips of your fingers. That's what it was like the first time you felt his lips on yours.
He'd text you almost as soon as you walked out of his shop, something about how he'd tattoo any of your friends for free if it meant you returning to his place of employment. It was dumb and not at all smooth, but he seemed better at wooing girls with smirks and raised eyebrows than he did pickup lines. You grinned at your phone anyway, though, your cheeks tinting a little red; usually you were pretty good at one-liners, but for some reason knowing he was the recipient of your reply threw you off.
So it took just about every ounce of courage you had to text him late that same night asking him what he was doing and telling him to come pick you up. Your roommate raised an eyebrow as you stood anxiously in the living room, waiting for the lights of his car to shine through your front window. You weren't inexperienced when it came to dates, but the bubbling anxiousness at the thought of seeing Luke again was new; you'd never really been so keen to see a boy you'd just met. The sound of his car pulling up snapped you out of the daze you were in, remembering the way his tattooed hand ran through his hair and how you couldn't believe someone so attractive could exist.
"Hey." He was leaning against the car when you reached him, his hands tucked in the pockets of his worn leather and a cigarette sitting between his lips, muffling his voice. Swooning felt like a childish concept, but if anyone had asked how you felt when you saw him standing there waiting for you, it'd probably by the only way to describe it.
You attempted another coy smile, having planned just how blasé you wanted to appear while you were looking for something to wear, but you failed under his gaze. "Hi." He pulled open your door, taking a final drag from his cigarette and smirking as you ducked into his passenger seat. "Where're you taking me?"
Luke grinned over at you, sliding into the drivers seat, and starting his car, "You'll see, Princess." The butterflies in the pit of your stomach exploded at the sound of the nickname on his tongue, your lips kinking up into another smile as you looked out the window.
The car stopped in an empty spot outside of a nearby park, a deserted playground overlooking the last couple of teenagers riding around the ramps of an old skate park. You grinned over at him, the pair of you walking in silence towards the set of swings in the little playground. Dropping down on the narrow seat of the swing you kicked off, gliding slow as you could through the air while Luke stood against the frame, another cigarette lit between his lips.
Watching you thoughtfully for a moment, he exhaled his smoke slowly before his low voice sounded from your left. You cocked your head as you swung by, answering the questions he was asking and firing back with your own. He told you about how he wrote songs in his spare time and how he was in a band with his friends; how he had a secret cartoon tattoo somewhere, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively when you asked him to show you. Maybe he was just good at saying what he thought you might want to hear, but you were overwhelmed by the little smirk on his face and how it totally contradicted the innocence of his blue eyes.
He almost couldn't believe it - that you were so cute and so smart, and how you weren't afraid to give him attitude, like you weren't working to impress him. You were just being yourself and he couldn't take his eyes off you; the way your eyes twinkled when you laughed at him, and how he couldn't bring himself to talk shit to get you because he knew if he did you'd call him out on it.
Moving forward when a comfortable silence fell over you, Luke reached out to grab the chains on either side of your swing, stopping you from falling away from him again; bringing you closer until he was standing between your legs, looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. "You're something else, you know?"
"I get that a lot," You teased with a wink. A quiet chuckle fell from his lips and you smiled to yourself, pushing your fingers through your windswept hair. He leaned down, your faces level; blue eyes looking directly into yours and you were pretty sure if you looked into them too long you might forget how to say your own name.
You could feel the atmosphere around you shift when he leaned closer still, your eyes dropping from his to the black ring through his lip, your teeth chewing thoughtfully on your own.
"I bet you do." He whispered, only seconds before his lips were on yours; the cold of his lip ring a stinging sensation against the heat of his mouth and his tongue moving against yours. He groaned when your teeth grazed against his bottom lip, your arms reaching out to wrap around his neck, pulling you from the seat of your swing. He dropped his hands to your hips, tucked just under the white tshirt you were wearing, his fingertips digging into the skin there.
That was it; the nostalgia of a favourite song forgotten, of a smell that takes you back to a specific memory, of the taste of your favourite meal - only you'd never experienced his kiss before, but you were certain once you had that you wanted to forever.
It felt like your heart was pounding so fast you were surprised it hadn't burst; your breath caught in your throat but you were so overwhelmed you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. He couldn't, either, his rough hands pulling your hips closer to him, like one taste of you was enough to have him addicted and he knew he'd never want to quit.
He probably wouldn't have, either, if the lights of the playground hadn't been shut off. He laughed quietly against your lips, the sound vibrating right through you.
"Guess that's our cue, huh?" You pouted, leaning forward to press a quick, soft kiss on his lips and linking your fingers with the skulls on his knuckles to drag him back to the car.