Skull & Halo // Jack Maynard
Word Count- 1250
Hey! could you do an imagine where you’re a tattoo artist and jack comes in for a tattoo and he flirts with you through the entire process and he asks you on a date?? Also could you tag me in it?? xx
A/n- this was so fun to write! and i’m back :)
You were standing in the back of the tattoo shop with your coworker Ashley.
“-and then he left. I got even more pissed off at him at that,” she rambled one.
You were only half paying attention to the fake red head next to you. Your eyes were trained on the book in front of you.
“Y/n! Are you even listening?”
You were about to answer her when the bell at the front door chimed, signaling someone had entered the parlor. You closed your book, and walked through the opening to the front of the shop.
There were two blonde men; one covered with tattoos and the other with a few small ones.
The blonde with the sleeve was looking at the book full of options as the other, more attractive one, was leaning on the counter talking to the receptionist.
“Alright,” said AJ. “Abe,” he motioned towards the guy with two full sleeves, “You can go with Y/n. And Jack with Ash.”
You smiled at Abe, but he just leaned over to the boy you assumed was Jack. Jack rolled his eyes and said, “Can I please go with Y/n?”
AJ chuckled, “Sure.”
You were slightly offended that Abe didn’t want you tattooing him, but it’s not like he’s the first to do that.
You lead Jack to a chair and starting gathering your materials.
“So, Jack, what are ya getting today?” You asked, focusing on the ink rather than his gorgeous blue eyes.
“I was thinking of a skull,” he explained. “Right here.”
Your eyes followed his pointer finger that was pointing at his left forearm.
You two sat in a comfortable silence as you gathered your materials.
You began to wipe of his arm, “So,” you started.
“I gotta ask, sorry.”
“Continue.” He raised an eyebrow at you, his beautiful blue orbs staring at you.
“Why didn’t Abe want me tattooing him?”
Jack looked over at Abe, you was currently getting his chest shaved.
He sighed, “He assumed you didn’t have practice because you have no tattoos.”
You looked over at Ashley, her entire right arm was covered, along with another tattoo here and there on her body.
You had been tattooing two years longer than she, but Ashley is always getting new additions. You enjoyed making them rather than getting them.
“I would like to add that I don’t think that,” he smiled at you. “I’m sure you make badass tattoos.”
You stood up and grabbed a pair of gloves, “Who’s to say I don’t have tattoos?”
He gave you a curious look.
You smirked, grabbing the gun.
“Please elaborate,” he flashed you that gorgeous smirk. If he kept it up, you might actually die.
“I have a few…” you said. “You just can’t see them.”
He scoffed, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Smooth,” you giggled, causing him to laugh too.
“But seriously, what tattoos do you have?”
You pressed the needle to his skin. He didn’t even notice, all of his attention was on your eyes.
“I have four,” you said simply.
“And what are they?” He continued.
“I have a sock on my ankle,” you said as he leaned over the edge of the chair to look. “It represents freedom. You probably don’t get the reference.” You let out a nervous chuckle.
“Of course I do. I’m not an uncultured bloke ya know?” He laughed. “What else?”
Your focus stayed on his arm, “I have a star on my shoulder. My sister has one identical to it.”
He looked at you, motioning for you to continue.
“And I have a quote on my hip.” You added.
“That’s only three,” he said, and your breath caught in your throat.
Jack noticed your muscles tense and the guilt started to rise. You grip on the gun tightened as your focus remained on his half-finished tattoo.
“Look, Y/n, I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You don’t have to tell me.”
“No it’s alright. Uh,” you grabbed the gun and started to shade part of his tattoo. “It’s my mom’s last heartbeat. It’s on my other ankle.”
Jack was mentally slapping himself. How could he be so bloody stupid? He should’ve quit while ahead.
“Listen, Y/n,” he started.
“No seriously Jack. It’s okay.” You gave him a small smile.
“Tell me about yours,” you added.
And he did.
He told you about the cross on his back.
And the God has a plan on his rib cage.
And the odd symbol on his right wrist which he admitted to getting while drunk and ‘I honestly have no idea what the fuck it is’. He found out about a week later that it’s the Egyptian symbol for life.
And how he got his birthday in Roman numerals.
“Alright,” you said, adding the final touch. “Here it is!”
He looked at it and frowned. Your heart sunk. It wasn’t what he wanted. You had just ruined someone’s life.
“What’s wrong?” You hesitated.
“Uh, nothing.” He shook his head. “I just feel like it’s missing something.”
You frowned as well.
“Okay, well let’s think,” you spun around in your chair and Jack laughed.
“What?” You smiled.
“You’re cute, that’s all,” he said, cheeks getting red.
“Oh thanks,” you were flustered. “So, why’d you get the skull?”
“To remind me that death is inevitable, and that I should go on tons of adventures so I don’t regret anything.”
You pondered, thinking of the perfect thing to add.
Suddenly it hit you, and you smirked at him.
“Do you trust me?” You asked.
“What do you mean?” He asked, eyebrows knitting together.
“Do you trust me enough to add something?”
“Well what is it?”
“It’s a surprise,” you smiled.
He hesitated, “I swear to god if it’s a dick, I’m going to sue you.”
You chuckled, “I wouldn’t do that.”
He sighed, “Okay. Just make it look nice.”
You scoffed and grabbed the gun once again.
After about fifteen minutes you revealed your addition.
It was a halo.
“Oh my god I love it,” he smiled. “How’d you think of it?”
“It’s to remind you that there’s always someone with you on the journeys to take,” you smiled. “You’re never alone.”
He smiled once again.
After you gave him the speech on keeping it clean, you walked him to the front.
You rung up his total at the register, “I’m not charging you for the halo.”
“What?” He said. “Why not?”
“Because it was my idea. Not yours,” you smiled, handing him his receipt.
Abe was standing by the door waiting for Jack.
“Thanks again,” he smiled. He turned and followed his friend outside. You watched him through the faint glass window as he walked down the sidewalk and out of view.
You turned and sighed as you began to pick up your station.
Never going to see him again. Should’ve asked for his number you idiot.
You thought to yourself as you disposed of the used needle.
The door chimed.
“Would he it be possible if I could get your number?” You heard the familiar accent.
You turned and saw Jack standing at the counter.
“Is really like to take you on a proper date.”
“Proper? Are you saying what we had today was a date?” You asked.
“It is if you want it to be,” he smirked.
You wrote down your number and handed it to him.
He gave you a toothy smile and left the tattoo parlor once again.