another tattoo i see

Butterfly and Bumblebee- Bumblebee

For those who wanted a sequel to Butterfly and Bumblebee



Your eyes darted from Sam to Cas. They turned to each other, sizing the other one up.

“Cas, what are you–”

“Sam, what are you–”

“What’s going on here?” you asked. “Cas, what’s wrong? You look like–”

“Your tattoo,” the angel said. “Did you get the tattoo?”

“Which one?”

The men looked at you.

“What do you mean ‘which one’?” Sam asked.

“I…” You shifted uneasily. “I have two tattoos…”

“That’s impossible,” Sam said.

“Cas, how is this possible?” you asked. If anyone would know what was going on, it would be an angel.

The angel shrugged. “I have no idea. It’s incredibly rare that an angel would have a soulmate, let alone a human one. The fact that you have two tattoos… well, that’s practically unheard of.”

“You’re no help,” you said with a huff.

The three of you stood in the kitchen, awkwardly looking at each other.

“Y/N,” Sam finally said. “You have to choose. Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with—me, or Cas?”

“Please don’t make me choose,” you said, feeling tears start to prick at your eyes.

“Choose, Y/N. You have to choose.”

“No, I don’t want to!”

“Y/N! Y/N!”

You woke with a start, sitting up in bed. You looked around—it had all been a dream?

“Y/N.” You turned and found Cas sitting on the edge of your mattress, looking at you with concern. The light from your bedside lamp cast a heavy shadow on his brow. “Y/N, are you all right?”

“What… what happened?”

“You were having a nightmare.”

You shook your head. “It was so weird… you were there, and Sam…”

“It’s okay, Y/N.”

You looked over at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I…” The angel shifted slightly. “I have something to discuss with you.”


Cas was quiet for a few moments before standing. You watched as he pulled his shirt out of his waistband with one hand and lowered his pants slightly with the other. You were shocked—you’d never seen the angel in anything less than two layers of clothes. The fact that you were seeing his skin was practically scandalous.

But it wasn’t just his skin you were looking at. There, on his hip, was a tattoo. A tattoo of a bumblebee with a line of dashes behind it.

The dashes spelled out your name.

“You have one like it,” Cas said. He said it as a statement but the look he was giving you… he was practically begging you to confirm his suspicions.

“Yes, Cas. I do.”

The angel looked relieved. He sat down next to you without bothering to fix his attire. You had to admit that he looked kind of cute in a state of dishevelment.

“Y/N… it is very rare for an angel to have a soulmate. I am very pleased that I have one and… that it’s you.”

“Thank you, Cas. I’m glad I’m your soulmate, too. But…”

“But what?”

You shifted. “The other day… I got another tattoo. One meant for Sam.”

Cas’ brow crinkled. “May I see it?”

You were thankful that you’d slept in a tank top. You pulled one strap down and slowly turned around, showing your back to Cas.

He was quiet for a few moments. “Y/N, I don’t…”

“I don’t know what to say either!” You sighed. “I just… this is all so weird and–”

“Y/N, you don’t have a tattoo back here.”

“What?” You turned your head, trying to see a spot you knew you couldn’t see. “What are you talking about? It was there yesterday.” You stood and stepped to your dresser, looking in your mirror.

Your shoulder was clear.

“How… what…”

Cas stood and stepped toward you. “Y/N… are you okay?”

You smiled at him in the mirror. “Yes, Cas,” you said, turning toward him. You took the initiative and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’ve never been better.”

“Stop inviting undead animals into the house. No normal person owns these.”

“I’ve been a magnet for the unknown since I was a kid.”

“It’s bad enough that I want to hold their hand all the time.”

“The next time I see them, I bet they’ll have another tattoo or piercing.”

“Pretty words can hurt just as much.”

“Don’t you think you should have told me about this before our date?”

Wonderland Part 4 (Dean)

Tagging: @aprofoundbondwithdean and @spnfanficpond Always @fandom-onetwothreeshots
Ps. Gifs are not mine

Pairings: Punk! Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)

Warnings: TRIGGERS: Abuse, domestic violence, swearing, minor blood, crying
(I am not and Will not ever try and romanticise domestic violence)

Word Count: 2051

Summary: Dean’s a quiet boy at school you’ve barely ever spoken to but what happens when you accidentally grab his textbook instead of yours?

READ: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

I rolled my eyes as I saw Dean leaning against my locker, arms folded across his chest as usual. He was only wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans today, the ink on his arms standing out on his white skin, the sight causing a small lump to lodge itself in my throat. I traced my eyes down his arms, noting that he was a lot more muscle than I had thought originally, the tops of his arms straining against the seams of his shirt. The blush quickly spread across my cheeks as I realized I had been staring; despite the irritation I had for him right now I wasn’t going to deny he looked good; I just wasn’t going to let him know that.
“What do you want?” I snapped. He nibbled on his bottom lip for a minute, bringing his lip ring between his teeth before speaking.
“Can we talk?”
I chanced a look at his face, seeing nothing but sincerity in his expression, his smirk absent. I felt my resolve crumble slightly, nodding my head.
“I guess we can”

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Exo Reaction to Finding Out Their Girlfriend Has Tattoos


“You have another on your hip? Can I see it?”


Chanyeol widened his eyes as he looked at the tattoo on his girlfriend’s lower back. How had he not noticed that by now? Was he just blind? 

“How long have you had that?” 


Chen’s eyes bug out when she says she has more that she’ll show him later in a more private place. He immediately starts doing a happy dance as he turns to his group mates. 

“I’m getting laid tonight!” 


Kai kissed the tattoo on the inside of his girlfriend’s forearm that covered her self-harm scars. She was afraid to show him at first, completely ashamed of what it hid, but he was supportive. He hugged her and then kissed the top of her head. 

“I hope you never feel like you have a reason to do that to yourself again.” 

“I don’t think I will,” she said as she looked at him with just the hint of a smile pulling at her lips. “I swore I would always have at least one positive thing in my life to outweigh the bad…for a long time now, it’s been you.”

He couldn’t stop the smile from coming to his face. 


Kris smiled when he brushed his girlfriend’s hair behind her ear and saw the little tattoo there. He loved that about her and liked kissing the little stars there. She turned to him and smirked. 

“Do you know I have more of those somewhere on my body?” she asked him playfully. 

“Where?” he asked with a raised brow. 

“Well, I guess you’re going to have to look for them…aren’t you?” 


Kyungsoo’s eyes go so wide when she takes off her shirt for the first time and he sees the full back tattoo she has. The tattoo is simple, orange stylised flowers climbing up her back, but it’s beautiful. He touches her skin lightly, making her shiver. 



Lay is just a ball of curiosity and unending questions when his girlfriend uncovers the sleeve tattoo she has on her arm. It’s really pretty looking and doesn’t look overcrowded like they often can, but all he can think about is how much it must have hurt to get. So many questions came to mind as he stared at the black ink. 

“Did it hurt a lot?” 

“A little,” she admitted. 

His grin grew as he grabbed her arm and kissed it lightly. “There, all better.”


His eyes widened as she lifted her shirt over her head and then undid her bra. She held her breasts from his view as she turned and let him see the words stretching down her side from the top of her ribcage down. ‘Balance’ was written in jet black ink and he looked up at her face with impressed eyes. 

“That must have hurt.”


“You have tattoos?” he asked her with wide eyes. 

“Yeah,” she said back with a smile. “One on my wrist, one on the back of my leg, and another on my collarbone.” She pulled her shirt aside and showed him the lotus flower just under where her tank top rested. “You’ve never seen this before?” 

“What else are you hiding from me?” 


Suho’s eyes got very wide as his girlfriend lowered her jeans and showed him the tattoo off the side of her hip bone. He swallowed deeply, realising that if she lowered her pants anymore he’d see entirely too much of her while out in public. He blinked rapidly as he looked up into her eyes. 

“I thought you were innocent.” 


“So, where is it?” 

She blushed as she turned around and took off her shirt and then unhooked her bra. She covered her breasts and showed him the tattoo on her sternum as her cheeks turned bright red. His eyes widened as he looked at and then looked up at her. 

“So…does that mean that the tattoo artist saw your boobs before I did?” 


“You have tattoos where?” 

Tattoo Artist! Michael

Request: Hello! I’m in love with your writing :) Are you taking request? If you do, can you make a tatto artist au? (With any of the boys) thanks x



A nervous excitement fills you as you enter the tattoo parlour. This is your first tattoo, and you’re looking forward to it, but scared at the same time. You’ve always been cautious about getting one, but you’ve come to the conclusion that it’s now or never. 

“Hi, erm, I’m here for my ten o’clock appointment” You smile to the guy at the desk.

He looks through his book, “Aah yes, 10am with Ashton. Am I right?”

You nod, “Yeah, I think that’s what we agreed”

He nods, “No, yeah, that’s what we’ve got here. Except there’s a problem, which may not be a problem at all, but we’ll just have to see. Erm, basically Ashton’s called off sick today. He’s, I don’t know, got the flu of something, so he can’t be in today. So you really have two options. You can either re-book your appointment for when Ashton is in, or our other guy Michael, has volunteered to do it instead. It’s totally up to you which you choose”

You pause, thinking to yourself, “Err…yeah, that’s fine. I don’t mind. I’ll just get it done.”

He smiles, “I’ll go see if Michael’s ready for you”

He leaves you standing there and makes his way to a back room, before returning a couple of minutes later, alongside a tall blonde boy who’s probably the same age as you.

“Hey, (Y/N), right?” He asks you

You smile and nod, “Hi!”

“Hi (Y/N), I’m Michael. I’m sorry that Ashton couldn’t be in today but hopefully you don’t mind having little old me, ey?” He continues

You laugh, “I don’t mind. I just kinda want this tattoo, you know”

He nods, “I know the feeling.”

He takes your design from the other guy, and nods to you, “Please, follow me this way”

You follow him into the back room and he sits you down, “Right. You’ll have to fill me in on the design, I just took a quick look at Ash’s appointments this morning so…it’s a dove, right?”

You nod, “Yes. On my wrist.”

He nods, “Right, okay. Is this your first tattoo by any chance?”

You smile anxiously, “Yes, it is my first”

He smiles, “Great. Erm, are you nervous? Anxious? Need some time to get yourself together? I’m sorry if this seems like I’m imposing but honestly, some people come in here and cry their eyes out and go all meltdown crazy on me. I decided to ask these questions a while ago”

You laugh, “Erm…I’m a little nervous, but I’m just as much excited. But…could you talk to me while you do it, to take my mind off it…only if you can”

He grins, “I will talk to you as much as I can. You ready to go?”

You pause, before laughing, “Yeah. Let’s go!”


“So…what’s the reason behind the tattoo?” Michael asks as the needle continues to puncture your skin with ink.

“Erm…I don’t know…it’s stupid, I guess” You shrug, shying away.

“No reason for getting a tattoo is stupid” He reassures

“Well, basically, my grandmother loved doves. She thought they were beautiful, you know.  She passed away a couple of years ago, and I always said I wanted to do something really special to remember her by. And that’s where I got the idea of getting a tattoo from” You explain

You see a smile hit his face as he concentrates, “That’s amazing…and not stupid in the slightest.”

You smile, “Thanks”

“She must have been pretty amazing. If you’re getting something so something permanent in her memory” He continues

You laugh, “She was. I remember, she’d always let us go to the shop whenever she picked me up from school so I could get a chocolate bar and a can of coke. It’s a stupid memory, which you didn’t need to know about, I’m sorry”

He shakes his head, “Don’t apologise. I’ve heard some pretty emotional shit back here, and it’s never a problem”

“So you kinda take on a school counsellor type of role with your clients, then?” You question

He laughs, “Yeah. Suppose that’s kinda what it is”

“Well…” You whisper, “You’re actually quite good at it”

“Thanks…I’m better at being a tattoo artist though, right?” He replies

You shrug, “I don’t know. That remains to be seen”

The two of you laugh before you assure him you’re just kidding, and he continues your tattoo.


“Thank you, I’m glad you like it” Michael winks at you

“You’re welcome” You smile back at him, “And, don’t tell Ashton this, but I’m kinda glad you got to give me this tattoo”

He blushes, “Well…thanks. I’m glad I got to give you this tattoo first. Always a pleasure for a girl like you”

You blush back at him, as you leave the parlour, content with the outcome and the service. Is it stupid that the thought of getting another tattoo just because I want to see Michael again actually crossed my mind at one point?