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⚠️ A/N: THIS ONES PRETTY LONG SO IF YOU DONT FEEL LIKE READING A LOT THIS ONES PROBABLY NOT FOR YOU ⚠️

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You knew the boys were crazy, but it wasn't until this day that you realized they were insane.

They had all decided that they wanted to go to their friend and tattoo artist Chris's house to tattoo each other. That, you didn't really have a problem with.

However, your boyfriend wanted to give someone else a tattoo besides his bandmates.

"Come on, babe. It'll be so fun," he tried to convince you on the car ride over.

"No, I don't think it's a good idea," you argued.

"Why not?"

"For one, you don't know how to tattoo. What if I get an infection? For two, you don't know how long you'll be in my life. What happens if we break up and hate each other and now we're stuck with each other anyway? And for three, I've never gotten a tattoo before. What if I start writhing in pain?"

"You won't get an infection because even if I don't know what I'm doing, Chris does. I plan on you being in my life forever, regardless of if we break up. It doesn't hurt that bad," he seemed to have answers for every question on your mind.

"That's easy for you to say. You have a million and one tattoos."

"I promise I won't hurt you. If it hurts, we can take a break for however long you need."

"I just don't think it's a good idea."

"Hey, if you do decide you want one, I'm all for you giving me a tattoo back," he attempted to compromise with you.

You rolled your eyes playfully and continued to drive toward Chris's house, thinking the whole thing through in your brain. You had always wanted a tattoo but you never knew what to choose which was the main reason you were afraid to get one.

You did feel kinda bad for not agreeing because just simply telling Nick "no" made you feel horrible and it made him so sad.

Soon the boys had all finished tattooing each other: Edwin gave Austin a Woodstock tattoo, Brandon and Nick gave Edwin a tic-tac-toe tattoo, Austin gave Nick a lightning bolt tattoo, Zion gave Brandon a question mark tattoo, and finally, Edwin gave Zion a pause/equal sign tattoo.

The more that the afternoon had went on, you thought harder and harder about what Nick had said. You felt like his words were the final push you needed to get your first tattoo.

"Nick, I'll do it," you spoke up.

"What?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"You can give me a tattoo."

"Sweet! What do you want and where do you want it?" he inquired.

"That's the thing. I don't know what I want or where I want it," you explained.

"Okay, okay. I have an idea. How about I choose a tattoo for you and you choose a tattoo for me?"

"Isn't that a bit much for my first tattoo?"

"Hey, all or nothing, baby," he joked.

You nodded and then sat down on the chair, looking at the different needles and bottles of ink on the table beside you.

"I have the perfect idea," Nick said as he stood beside you.

"It's nothing too extreme, right?" you asked, your stomach already filling with anxiety.

"I promise you're going to love it. Just give us a few minutes to sketch it out and we'll be back," Nick walked into the other room with Chris so that you wouldn't hear.

As they were gone, you began to look through Pinterest for ideas for his tattoo. You had a roundabout idea but didn't know exactly what you wanted.

Soon, Chris and Nick had entered the room once more, this time with a tattoo design.

He then began to shave a small portion on your wrist where the tattoo was going to be, his hand shaking the entire time.

"You can't be shaking already! You haven't even finished shaving it yet!" you scolded.

"Sorry, it's my first time ever tattooing a woman," he chuckled.

He then told you to look away so that he could put the design on your wrist. You did as you were told, immediately lying back in the chair and covering your eyes with your other arm.

As the machine started to buzz, you started to panic. You thought of every possible bad scenario that could happen, like "What if my hand rots off because he wasn't sanitary enough?" or "What if it turns out horrible because his hands are shaking?"

"All done!" Nick smiled.

"What?" you asked. By the time you had finished worrying about everything, you hadn't even realized that he was done.

"You're finished, it's my turn. I want to reveal them to each other at the same time," he commented as he helped you off of the tattooing chair.

Chris wrapped up your tattoo, told you a little about the healing process, then took you into the other room to sketch up an idea for Nick's tattoo.

"So, here's what I was thinking," you showed him the photo you had saved to your phone.

"Dude, he's gonna love that," Chris commented as he began to draw it on the paper.

"Thank you, by the way."

"For what?" he asked.

"Well, for one, caring so much about the boys and making sure their tattoos properly heal and such. But also just taking time out of your day to come and design a tattoo that Nick will be happy with for the rest of his life," you answered.

"That's all part of the job. My resume might say 'Tattoo Artist' but what it really means is 'Person Who Cares for Other Humans'."

A few minutes had passed and you had finally decided on which sketch to use. You eagerly followed Chris back to Nick, who seemed to be taking a nap in the tattooing chair.

"Nicky, I'm back," you patted his shoulder.

"Oh, hi," he rolled over to face you.

You began to shave his forearm, then told him to turn his head so he couldn't see the tattoo.

Chris showed you how to work the machine, what to do with your hands, etc. As he turned the machine on for you, your hands began to shake as wel.

"Don't start shaking too much, babe! It'll look like trash!"

"You know, because that makes me feel so much better," you scoffed.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to upset you," he sympathized.

Soon, you were all done with his tattoo. Chris wrapped it up and told you two to both close your eyes. He then guided you both over to the mirror.

"Three, two, one," he counted down.

You and Nick both opened your eyes and revealed your tattoos.

"Yo! You gave me a tattoo of Jersey?" he freaked out.

"I saw it and I knew you had to have it," you smiled at him, then began to inspect your own tattoo.

"Do you like it?" he said, eagerly waiting for your response.

"It's beautiful!"

He had a look on his face that indicated you were missing something. You thought for a second before you realized what it was.

"Is this because you always tell me that I'm your sun, your moon, and all your stars?" you questioned, placing a hand on his cheek and puckering your lip because of how cute your boyfriend was.

"Yeah. I know it's cheesy-"

"Don't be. I'm in love with it and I'm even more in love with you," you admitted, kissing him as you smiled.

It was at that point that you knew, he was always going to be yours.

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A/N: honestly feeling for Y/N because I really wanna get a tattoo when I turn 18 but I have no clue what to get 🙈