Tyler Joseph Imagines (COMPLETED)

// Tattoos

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I think I'll like it. (°///^///°)
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Word Count: 501

I looked up at the landscape of pictures for tattoos, but I didn't like any of their things, for my skin, anyways. My boyfriend, Tyler, was here to get his second chest tattoo, and I just came here with him to look, but sometimes I get talked into thinking about getting one, and this time I really did. I wanted something simple, like a small heart or something. "Why don't we get matching tattoos?" Tyler asked. "I'll get the one I wanted, and then I'll get the one we both picked out."

"Tyler, I want something simple, okay?"

"Then we'll get something simple," he smiled. "Let's pick something simple."

"Can we get a small heart with an arrow through it on our thumb?" I asked. "Is that too girly?"

He blushed. "N-no," he grabbed my hand. "I think I'll like it."

The tattoo artist said it would be easier for Tyler to get our matching tattoos first. It was my first time, so they had me go first, only because I was getting one. They drew a stencil and and put in on my thumb of my right hand. The needle poking through my skin hurt, like a bitch, of course. My left hand squeezed Tylers, and he chuckled.; however, in the end, it turned out to be really cute. "Well, wasn't my pick nice?" I asked smiling, though still in pain.

"It does look nice, and looks beautiful on you," he smiled, pinching my cheek.

With a pink face, I held onto Tyler's hand. He lightly squeezed every so often, and took deep breaths to mask away the pain. Though he did this, he mostly looked serious, and blank, to probably show off to me, like Tyler does. "Does it hurt?"

"Nope," Tyler said to the tattoo artist sealing his lips together.

He chuckled as I held onto Tyler's hand. "I wonder if child birth is worse than this?"

"(Y/N)," Tyler looked at me. "Probably."

I giggled. "All done sir," the artist smiled. "Just remember to clean it till it heals. I don't want you two to end up with infections."

"We watched you change needles, I think we'll be good," Tyler chuckled. "I really wanted a possible STD, oh I mean, STI, today god dang it."

I rolled my eyes as Tyler paid at the counter. "Smartass."

"Thank you," Tyler smiled, grabbing my hand.

"At least you love me," I nuzzled his arm on the way out.

"I do love you, a lot."

We walked down the sidewalk and stopped at a close coffee shop. I wasn't much for coffee at 3:00pm(15:00), and we got small iced smoothies instead. "Wow, those are cute," the counter lady pointed at our tattoos before we could take our beverage.

"Thank you," I smiled, bumping Tyler.

"Thank you," he said, with closed teeth, looking at me.

"He's weird, but he means it," I said, taking a sip of my cold drink.

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