Markiplier Imagines

30. Tattoos

"Now every time when I'm away and I miss you, I can just look at this tattoo and be reminded of you."

• • •

Mark dragged you by the wrist into the tattoo parlor. You struggled but he had managed to get you in.

You didn't want a tattoo!

Recently, Jack had gotten a tattoo and Mark was feeling inspired. He wanted you to get a tattoo as well, so he wouldn't feel alone.

"Relax, (Y/N). Just get something small. It'll take less time." He smiled at you, noticing the fear.

You nodded. "Something small. Okay." You said, looking at the wall of ideas.

You saw a small crescent moon. It was small. It was simple. It was cute.

The tattoo artist walked up to you. "What can I do for ya?" He asked you.

"This tiny moon, please." You smiled, pointing to the picture.

"First time?" He asked.

You nodded. "That visible, huh?"

"It was pretty visible that your boyfriend was having trouble getting you through the door!" He laughed.

You began to blush.

"You take good care of her!" Mark said walking into a separate room with a female artist.

"You got it!" He shouted back. "Follow me." He flashed you a smile.

You walked in to a room and you sat down on what looked like one of those seats they have at the doctor's office.

"Where do you want it?" He asked, getting tools ready.

You looked all over your body. Where would a moon look best?

Your eyes met your wrist.

"My wrist." You said? holding it out.

"Alright. You ready?" He asked.

"Uh... Y-yeah. Let's do it." You said nervously.

He turned on the needle and placed it on your wrist, which felt like you were getting a shot over and over again.

Ow ow ow ow ow! You thought to yourself.

The pain was bearable, but you were glad that you were getting a small tattoo.

•••

You walked out with a red-looking wrist. You couldn't stop staring at your moon tattoo!

You sat down in a waiting area, waiting for Mark. After what seemed like forever, you saw him walk out.

You looked all over his body.

No tattoo on his shoulder... his forearm... or his legs...

"Where's your tattoo?" You asked.

"Right here." He said, holding up his wrist.

On it was the same exact tattoo, tiny crescent moon.

"You remind me of the moon. You're mysterious and you light up my night." He said, holding your face in his hands.

He placed a kiss on your lips.

"Now every time when I'm away and I miss you, I can just look at this tattoo and be reminded of you." He said softly.

"Oh, Mark." You said, smiling. "You're so sweet."

"Sweet? Like candy?" He asked.

"Like candy." You giggled.

He held up his other wrist and on it was a lollipop tattoo.

"Did you seriously-"

"Get a lollipop tattoo? Hell yeah I did!" He said smiling uncontrollably.

You laughed nonstop and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He pulled you close, placing his lips on yours.

"Geewhiz, get a room you two!" The manager said, giggling.

You and Mark laughed, walking out of the parlor.