tom holland oneshots

tattooed

warnings : cursing, implied sex, needles

reader and Peter are both +21 !! 

summary: reader discovers that her love for tattoos is one sided in her relationship with peter, so she starts to have second thoughts about getting one. she ends up getting one a few months later (and nipple piercings !!) and is nervous about what peter will do/think

word count: 2.2 k

note : italicized means reader's thoughts

You and Peter were at the mall for the day, shopping around in several different stores for things you'd want. You had about three bags of clothes, and Peter had his own set of three. 

"Can you hold this? Gonna go to the bathroom for a sec," Peter said, motioning to the 'Restroom' sign. 

Reaching for his bags, you replied, "sure," and watched him pass two stores to make his way to the bathroom as you went into the store you had stopped in front of.

Minutes later, Peter returned, shuddering in slight disgust as he took his bags back.

"What's up?"

"I saw this guy with two sleeves of tattoos. Even had some on his collar bone and his ankles!"

You hummed, "You don't like tattoos?"

"Not necessarily. Kinda grosses me out," he admitted. "Why permanently ink your body for life, yanno?"

"Oh."

"Do you like tattoos?" he questioned, noticing you were pretty quiet, though you were shy on a regular so he might've been assuming things. 

"I mean ... yeah, I think they're really cool," you replied timidly.

"Why?"

"It's actual artwork you can keep on your body, and you can get anything you want." 

"Yeah, I guess."

You shrugged, smiling softly before going to the checkout. 

****

You were in your apartment a week later, completely stressing about what Peter would think of you if you got a tattoo. 

Would he break up with me? I don't think he'd be that extreme, but I don't like when he says he's disappointed in me. I could get one in a more private place - but he's seen my everything. Wouldn't that hurt more anyways? 

Your eyes grew heavy as a headache set in from your constant thinking. Your thoughts were all over the place that night, enough to make you lose an entire night's worth of sleep. Luckily, it was a Friday. 

***

A couple months later, your best friend (who had moved out of the city) had texted you, inviting you for a few days during winter break to come over for a sleepover. Thrilled, you started packing immediately, letting Peter know you would be out of town for a week. He told you he'd be at the Avenger's facility in upstate New York for three weeks, bringing May along too. He told you to come when you wanted to.

Upon arriving, you had bunked in her spare bedroom. The first night was a much needed movie night, staying up until about 2 am playing some games too. 

You both woke around 9:45, making pancakes for breakfast before getting ready for the day. Each showering, you two spent about 30 minutes for makeup and your outfits.

"We look totally Instagram-worthy," [your best friend said].

You laughed, "Yeah, maybe we could take some pictures for the 'gram when we get to the outlets," you suggested.