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Marks

Your POV

"We'll be right back!" I laughed excitedly, gripping my boyfriend's hand, and practically dragging him away from open bar where our friends sat laughing and watching us in astonishment. "Come ooon" I whined as I lead him not too far down the street from the bar, "we're almost there!" He was definitely not as amused as I was. "Are you serious?" He asked while he tried to keep up with my unusually fast pace. "It'll take two seconds" I answered still not letting go of his hand or slowing down. "...Are you sure you're not just drunk?" he asked with a groan. "Are you serious? I had one drink so far, and I'm currently completely aware of my actions. Thank you very much" I said matter of factly. That was answered with another groan from him, causing me to roll my eyes. I can't believe he would question if I were drunk or not when he's had way more drinks than me, proven by the fact that I have to hold his hand just to keep him from falling over while we run up this street. "Just keep up!" I say, more calm this time, but nothing could hide my excited grin.

Just a couple minutes ago, back at the bar with our friends, I was telling them how tonight didn't feel like the normal night out for me. Sure this wasn't the first time we've gone out to a bar together. But something was different. Maybe I was just having a really great day, but I felt...good. I was feeling daring. Of course they laughed at me when I told them this, but I was serious. Only after one drink I was already feeling high off life. My best friend took that as an opportunity to questioned if I was actually high off something else. After that I started to ignore their sarcastic remarks, but then something one of them said caught my attention. "If you're feeling so daring," my friend said in between taking a sip from his drink "why don't you go get tatted or something?" This caused everyone to erupt in laughter. "Yeah," my best friend added "there's a tattoo parlor right up the street." No one put any real serious thought into this until I was out of my seat with my boyfriend in toe. Imagining each of their shocked expression behind me made me laugh. As the adrenaline started to pulse through my body, I raced down the street.

"Are you sure?" My boyfriend questioned for the millionth time. "Yes, I'm sure. Now pick up your feet before I change my mind." I don't think he truly minded me getting a tattoo, I think he was just as caught off guard as everyone else. It was a Saturday night and the streets were illuminated by the different colored lights, which encouraged me even more. I bit my lip in anticipation as the neon sign of the shop came into view that simply read Tattoo.
But stepping into the shop, I almost immediately regretted my decision.

Freezing just in front of the doorway, my eyes scanned the overwhelming environment. The thousands pictures of tattoos on the walls, to the hardcore looking tattoo artists, to the people in there who looked like coming here was a normal everyday thing for them. I rubbed my bare arm nervously. Turning around to look at my boyfriend, I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it. "You are not backing out of this" he says crossing his arms. "What?! You didn't even want me to come!" I said back in shock. "Yeah well we're here now! Where did that daring girl go?" "Um, probably back at the bar. Maybe we should go back and find her" I said as I tried to push him back out the door. But he stopped me, grabbed my arms, and rubbed his warm hands up and down them to calm me down.

"You've always talked about how you want to get your first tattoo. This is the perfect chance babe, you're feeling courageous so just go for it. I'm here with you all the way through" he said as he smiled at me. "I'll hold your hand if you want" he said as an icing on the cake type of thing. I took a breath and nodded, "you're right. Let's do it" I smiled and we went up to the front desk as I pulled the picture that I wanted done up on my phone.

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His POV

As I sat in an empty chair, I watched as my girlfriend nervously got comfortable in the tattoo chair. We were taken to the back for privacy, but I could tell this didn't make her feel any better. I rubbed my eye, still buzzing from the few drinks that I've already had. She watched the tattoo artist carefully as he prepped. I watched him too, making sure he didn't try anything. I'm not going to tell her this, but I think I was even more nervous about this than she was. That's why I was giving her such a hard time at first. I silently groaned and rubbed my face again. It's probably just the alcohol in my system.

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The sound of the tattoo machine filled the silence of the room. Scrunching up her face as soon as the needle started making its way across her skin, I tried to hold back my laugh. Of course I felt bad for wanting to laugh, but i couldn't help it. A breathless "shut up" was all that escaped her mouth before she squeezed her eyes shut."Just relax" the artist said to her as he worked, "remember to breath" he said chuckling.

I moved my seat a little closer, reached down and touched her balled up fist, causing her to instantly take my hand into hers. Her body started to relax but I could still see the pain in her face. But her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at me, I could see the excitement in her face too.

It was beautiful. She was beautiful, not only the faces she made as the ink was permanently drawn into her skin, or the way she would glare at me when I'd let a laugh or two slip from my lips. It was the confidence. The confidence that radiated off her was something I loved. She was so sure of this, and so excited, still is. But the thing is, she didn't know she was already art. She didn't have to spend all this money on someone who'll splatter ink all over her body. She already had, so to speak, "tattoos" all over her body. She had that birthmark that I loved, that small beauty mark, that mystery scar that she has no idea where it came from. Every little mark on her, every natural mark I love. Marks that will never change, and will forever be apart of you are the best ones, they make you who you are.

But if this tattoo makes her happy, I'm all for it. Every new mark she'd embed into her skin I'll love. I'd still look at her the same, I'd still love her the same, I'd trace the lines of her tattoos every night as she slept. I'd kiss every spot, including her tattoos, if she was ever feeling unsure of herself. No matter what, I'd make her feel as beautiful as she is, scratches, bruises, marks and all.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of her voice. I looked down, and she was staring up at me. "What are you thinking about?" She asked, for the second time I'm assuming, as she tried to distract herself from the pain of the needle. I just smiled and shrugged. "Just..how funny the faces you're making right now look" I said causing her to roll her eyes and smile. "What are you thinking about?" I said the same way she had just seconds before. She thought for a second before opening her mouth, "..there's no going back now" she said softly. I smiled, "good thing you made the right choice." I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead as the artist continued the process.

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Your POV

"Oh my...it's so...wow." We were walking back down to the bar as I gawked at my phone screen that held the picture of my freshly done tattoo. Since it had to be wrapped up after it was finished, I asked for a picture to prove to my friends I, in fact, did get a tattoo like I said I would. And then when they still don't believe me, I have a witness. I squeezed his hand and looked at him. "Thank you for supporting me babe, I would've been so pissed at myself if I didn't actually do it.." "You know I'll support anything you want to do" he said leaning over and kissing my cheek. "Especially when you're that confident about it..well at first" he said with a laugh. "Except drugs" he said "i won't support drug usage. I mean unless you like them." I lightly shove him with my shoulder and laugh. He swings an arm over my shoulder. "I'm really proud of you babe. Now let's hurry back to the bar, time to celebrate" he says with a grin. I nod in agreement, "and show off my new mark."

A/N: Something a little different! I'm pretty sure this is my longest imagine to date, but I like the way it turned out. Hope you did too :)