Genre: Fluff mainly, a little bit of… not angst, but something like it.
Summery:Pastel!Dan,Punk!Phil After multiple trips to the tattoo parlor with Phil, Dan decides to get one for himself.
It was now the seventh?… eighth?… It was now the eighth time Dan had gone with Phil to get a tattoo. They had been dating for about 5 years and in those five years, Phil has gotten five new tattoos, just now about to get the sixth.
Dan loved how tattoos looked on Phil. The colorful ink contrasting with pale skin, seeing them dance as Phil’s muscles moved around underneath. It was beautiful and Dan loved every inch of skin Phil had to offer, inked or not.
He knew people that said getting a tattoo is painful, then others said it only felt like a small tingle. And in reality, it depended on your threshold for pain. And seeing Phil getting pictures permanently itched into his skin with out flinching, Dan assumed Phil had a pretty high tolerance for pain.
But he, himself, definitely didn’t have a high tolerance for pain. He fucking hated it. Being sore and having bruises, he absolutely hated it, and unless it had a good reason, he always tried to stay away from physical harm. Which was kind of hard, considering how clumsy he was. So the thoughts running through his head as he walked through the front door of the tattoo shop? He considered them insane.
He had decided that he, Daniel James Howell, would get a tattoo. It was a small, simple design that most likely, wouldn’t take long to ink on. But that didn’t help the thought that he was about to let somebody draw on his skin, with a needle.
Dan didn’t look like he belonged there, in that little tattoo shop. He wore over sized pastel sweaters; Light pink, lavender, baby blue. Colors like that. His jeans were such a light grey they appeared white, and he wore big flower crowns. The only thing that even remotely looked like they belonged were his black combat boots, and black ear studs. Everything else screamed ‘pansy, pushover’.
Along with the fact that he looked like he didn’t belong, he also hadn’t told Phil about it. He wanted it to be a surprise, since Phil was always telling him how good a tattoo would look on his lightly tanned skin. So with that thought in mind, he drew up a simple sketch and booked an appointment behind Phil’s back. On the same day, and almost the same time, but Phil didn’t know that, and he wanted to keep it like that for as long as possible.
So, walking through the front door, Dan prepared himself for the worst.
“Hey, guys!"I turned my head towards the source of the voice. It was Mike, Phil’s regular artist. Phil almost always refused to get a tattoo from anyone else, so along the way, me and him became pretty good friends.
"Hey, Mike! How’re you doing?”
I amply walked around while Phil and Mike talked. I looked at all the different tattoos the shop had to offer, at the other artists working, I looked through the different colored inks, and made some small talk with the lady behind the counter. It was all pretty relaxing as I tried not to freak out over what I was going to do. I had booked the appointment with this lady named Daphne, I was told she was the best artist for what I had in mind. And since it was sort of a big deal to me, I wanted the best the shop could offer.
I walked back to where Phil and Mike were, they had already started on inking Phil’s tattoo, cleaning the skin on his back, right below his neck. Usually Phil would tell me what he was gong to get on his skin, but this time he said he wanted it to be a surprise, so I had no clue to what it was.
“So, Phil, what are gonna get?” I was going to try to get an answer out of him, “Is it something fancy? Or is it simple? With lots of meaning?”
“I already told you Dan, it’s going to be a surprise. Just wait.”
“But I don’t want to wait!” I whined, a pout playing on my lips. Why couldn’t he just tell me?
My pout deepened when I heard him chuckle. He was laughing at me, how rude.
“Dan Howell! It’s time for your tattoo.”
It was my turn to laugh when I saw the look of bewilderment on Phil’s face. If he was going to be secretive, I would be too.
“Wait! You didn’t tell me you were going to get a tattoo!” Phil practically screeched.
“And you didn’t tell me what your tattoo was going to be. So fair trade.” I slightly smirked as I walked towards Daphne’s station. Seeing Phil in a state of surprise when he looked all intimidating was the funniest thing ever.
“It’s not a fair trade, at least you knew I was getting one, I didn’t even know the thought crossed your mind!”
I just rolled my eyes as I sat down pulling of my sweater to show a black tank top that was underneath, giving Daphne perfect access to the spot right below my neck, on my back. Just about the same spot as Phil, actually.
My and Phil’s bodies were forced to face each other in order to get the tattoos, so me and him just had a staring contest while we waited. I could feel anticipation and excitement mixing in with the tiny smidgen of fear I already had. Would phil like my tattoo, or would he find it creepy? Its only been five years since we started dating. He could think I’m going to fast.
I was so lost on thought that when I felt Daphne whip clean my skin, I had to stop myself from yelping. I did, however, jump a bit, and I felt heat rush to my cheeks as I heard her laugh.
“Calm down and don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine.”
“S-sorry,” I stuttered, “I’ve never gotten a tattoo before.”
“I’m aware of that. But just relax and it’ll be over before you know it.”
“Sure, if you say so.”
I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. I can do this, I’ll be fine. I just have to relax.
A small shiver ran up my spine as I heard Daphne turn on the needle. And then I felt a slight buzz as it connected with me skin. i was expecting a butt-load of pain, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It felt more like a small pricking, it would get annoying in a while, but it wasn’t unbearable.
Time passed by, as I sat there, thinking. I was sure the tattoo would come out fine, it was simple and Daphne was an experienced artist. Actually, it wasn’t really a design, more fancy script with specific colors.
“Hey, Dan? I’m almost done , are you?”
I look up at the sound of Phil’s voice. He’s almost done? I look at the clock and realize an hour has passed. was I really that lost in thought? wow. I turn my head slightly to see Daphne, trying to look at her but not mess her up.“I’m not sure,” I replied to Phil, “Hey, Daphne? are you almost done?”. I saw her nod her head.
“Yeah, almost finished. Just have to do the final details on the shading."I couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto my face. In a few minutes I would be able to show Phil what I got for my first tattoo. I really hope he likes it.
Now that I wasn’t up in head space, the last, like, fifteen minutes felt like hours. I watched as Phil stood up from his chair, mike wiping down the excess ink and covering it in plastic wrap. he talked with mike until I was finished, and I don’t know if it’s just me, but he looked like he was trying all in his power to not show me his back.
I jumped as I felt the cold wipe against my heated skin. guess it’s finished. all my nerves started coming back as the prospect of now having to show Phil my tattoo dawned on me. both of us didn’t know what the other got and for all I know, it could go horrible.
I shakily stood up and walked over to Phil, keeping my back away from him and the mirrors.
"Hey Phil. I’m finished.”
Phil looked up from his phone as I got closer, I could tell he was nervous from the way he bit his lip.what’s he nervous about?
“Hey, what you thinking of your first tattoo?” I realized Phil was trying to buy some time. but, really, so was I.
“Well, it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. but right now its a bit sore."I awkwardly shuffled over and sat next to him.
"So, Phil? how’s your tattoo?” i pushed, i was going to find out what he got sooner or later, “What’d you get?"
"Haha, nice try Dan. I’m not showing you mine until I see yours.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening. You can see mine, once I see yours.”
We went back and forth for a while until we agreed the we’d finish this at home. So we got up, paid, and said good bye to everyone in the shop. We walked out hand in hand but still made sure that the other couldn’t peek at our backs. It was a bit awkward trying to stand on the tube, we ended up standing face to face with about 6 inches between us. We stood in silence the entire way, trying to seize each other up with our stares.
Once we made it our apartment, I walked to the kitchen and made some tea. One cup for me and one cup for Phil. I took them to the lounge as I heard Phil take off his shoes and go to the office. He was probably checking if we got any important emails or updates. I sat down and took a sip of tea as I waited for him to get back. I’d have to get him to cave first.
Phil walked back in a few minutes later and I saw him smile when he noticed the tea on the coffee table. He grabbed his cup and sat down next to me. We just looked at each other while taking sips of our drinks for about 15 before I decided to speak.
“So Phil, about that tattoo of yours…”
“No Dan. You’re showing me yours first.”
“No! I want to see yours first! please!”
We kept going back and forth until we had both finished our teas. But, finally, after much persuasion, I got Phil to cave.
“Fine!” He threw his hands into the air with an exasperated sigh, “I’ll show you first…”
I watched as he slowly got up. He was shuffling his feet, and fidgeting with the bottom of his hoodie before taking it off. He had a tank top on underneath that was low cut in the back, probably so that getting his tattoo would be easier.Right before he started to turn around he took a deep breath. He seemed a bit reluctant to show me tattoo for some odd reason. He looked me straight in the eyes as he slowly exhaled.
“OK, so… don’t freak out, when, you see my tattoo, OK? I’ll understand if you don’t like it…” He shuffled around a bit, a worried expression on his face, “but, it has a lot of meaning to me.”
Concern and worry had now settled in the pit of my stomach. Why would I not like it? I watched anxiously as Phil pulled up the back of his tank top to cover his tattoo before turning around. He took another deep breath, and let the fabric slide down.
My first reaction was to gasp, his tattoo was beautiful. I slowly walked up to his back. I lightly traced my finger over the elegant script, careful not to irritate the red skin any further. He had gotten… my name, the word Dan, in calligraphy, pretty much. All the letters intertwined in some way, and it sat against a background of gray, white, and black, all swirling as if it’s a tie-dyed piece if skin. I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes as I let a breathy chuckle out of my mouth. Soon enough I couldn’t control myself and was giggling uncontrollably. I backed up as I felt Phil turn around.
“Why are you laughing?!” My heart broke a bit when I heard his voice crack, “You don’t have to be rude and laugh at me!”
“NO! nonono,” I was trying to control my laughter. The last thing I want is for him to get upset. “I’m not laughing at you! I think its… beautiful.” I finished with a small smile. I’m sure he could see the tears in the corners if my eyes. Does he know I’m crying tears of joy? “It’s just… well, it’s your turn to see my tattoo, is it not?”
It was now my turn to turn around slowly. I did the same thing Phil did and pulled up my tank top, dropping the fabric to reveal my tattoo. The next few seconds were agonizing as I heard or saw no reaction, my eyes were squeezed shut. I heard him sigh, a bit amused sounding. I heard his foot steps lightly come behind me, and when his finger connected with my skin, I felt a shock.
I could feel him tracing the letters itched in my skin. First the P than the h and the i, then finally the l. Phil. The word Phil had been drawn as if by the stroke of a paint brush, and behind it were splatters and lines of colorful watercolor. All blending into a canvas of color, and I felt him wrap his arms around my waist.
I could feel his breath on my neck, and I did everything I could to not just run.
And before any one of us knew what was happening, our lips were pressed together and smiles were on our faces.