A few days ago on New Year's eve me and Y/N had made a deal that if she could down 5 root beer shots without throwing up, she got to pick the tattoo we were getting together. And if she did throw up I got to pick.
Needless to say I lost.
She has a strong stomach I guess.
So right now we were sitting in the tattoo parlour while Y/N was being pretty picky about what she wanted us to get.
I guess though since it would be on our bodies forever.
"Shawn! I think I found one!"
"ok. lemme see"
"That's the one you want? We're not a couple though?" I asked confused.
"Well maybe we could be?" she smiled.
"What! Really?"
"yes..."
"I thought you'd never ask!" I was so happy.
Finally y/n was mine!
"ok! Can you go first? I'm not ready yet" she said.
"are you nervous?"
"yeah, i'm scared it's going to hurt."
"don't be scared y/n ill hold you hand! It only pinches a little bit and it will be over before you know it!"
I watched her take a deep breath.
"I'll just go first then" she said.
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