Luke was taking care of the tattoo shop since everyone else
was on break; he had to stay since his appointment was due any second. He
looked at himself in the mirror, his body covered with art, some from himself,
and others from his coworkers. It was one of the perks of working in a tattoo parlor;
he had the resources to give himself a tattoo whenever he wanted. His body was
a canvas that he wanted covered in tattoos.
He was looking at his new tattoo, a new addition to his
sleeve, it hurt a bit, but by now he was used to the pain, he didn’t mind it.
he walked over to the back of the tattoo parlor, waiting for his appointment to
come in, he didn’t know who it was, but one of his friends told him that they
found him a client, and that they would come over today. He walked over to his
sketchbook, letting the ink meet the paper, his vision becoming a reality as
the sound of heavy guitar and drums filled the cigarette scented room.
You were walking down the street, being bit cautious, since
you weren’t completely sure of where to go, as you thought over if you should
get a tattoo or not. Your friend Michael had told you about a local tattoo
parlor, as well as an amazing tattoo artist, who worked there. The best he
knew, and so you were heading there right now, since he had gotten you an
appointment. You gripped the hem the fabric of your dress, easing yourself a
Michael had said that he would have gone with you, but he
had something planned that he couldn’t get out of. He asked that he could
reschedule your appointment so he could go with you, but he wasn’t sure when the
next available appointment would be. You told him that it would be fine, that
you could go there by yourself, Michael, asked you over and over if you were
sure, and each time you said you were, despite being a nervous wreck on the inside.
You were a very shy girl, something that you felt that you
weren’t ever getting over despite your friends trying to break you out of your
shell. If you had asked your friends to describe you in three words their
answers would be ‘shy, sweet, and innocent’, and they couldn’t be any truer. There
was just something about you that gave off an angelic innocent look that no one
could deny. Anytime anyone that was male would talk to you, your face would instantly
redden and flush, making you instantly find Michael to calm you down. You would just be a nervous wreck wherever
you went, making people think you were more innocent than they originally
thought. But besides that, you were the sweetest girl in the world.
You finally made it to the tattoo parlor, standing before
the large neon sign letting you now that they were open. You took in a large
sigh, calming yourself down making sure that this is what you really wanted to
do. You nodded and entered, hearing the door ding, letting whoever was inside
know that you were here.
The place was dimly lit, the red and black walls giving the place
a punk rook look to it and making it seem darker but you were still able to see
everything clearly. Various frames were hanged on the walls, some catching your
attention. You could tell that some was made by some of the tattoo artists,
showing from the art that they were capable of, which you couldn’t help but be
in awe, at something you couldn’t ever imagine drawing.
“H-Hello?” You said unsure as you walked up to the glass
counter that showcased the different rings and piercings and even tattoo paint
and needles. On the counter top were four large binders with names, most likely
the portfolios of the workers here.
By now your nervous level was off the charts, part of you
wanted to just turn around, and call Michael telling him that you weren’t going
through with this, but at the same time you wanted this, you didn’t want to
leave, who knew when you would gather the courage to do this again, you
probably never will again. So let out a sigh, and calmed yourself down, you
were going to go through with this.
There was a folder with the name Luke written across the top
that sparked your interest, you felt like you heard that name before but you
weren’t completely sure, and then you remembered that was the name of the
person Michael gave you an appointment with. You opened the folder, just to get
a taste of this artist, even though you knew exactly what you wanted inked
across your skin.
His art was nothing like the ones on the walls; his art was
simple but had an elegant look to them. His drawings and modeled pieces varied
from flowers and other plants, to animals like koi fishes and birds, as well as
other amazing pieces. But despite being so simple, there was immense detail in
each of the pieces; it seemed so real that if it wasn’t for the fact that it
was tattooed on skin or drawn on the paper, you would think they were pictures of
real life things. Your fingers touched the laminated bird tattoo, you could
almost see the individual feathers on the tattoo that almost looked real that
you could touch them, the shading was amazing, nothing about it was imperfect,
you couldn’t imagine someone paying this much attention to detail but every
piece he did proved you wrong .You stared at the minuscule details of the
feathers on the bird for a while.
“See something you like?” A deep voice asked directly in
front of you.
The voice made you jump out of your skin and shut the binder
close. Your head shot up to see the owner of said voice.
In front of you was a tall blonde haired guy with beautiful
blue eyes, his ears pierced along the rim as well as small gauges, and a lip
ring. His tattoos instantly captured your attention; his shirt had cut off
sleeves displaying his tattoo sleeves across his hands, as well as some peeking
up from the collar of his shirt. He was a walking canvas, displaying beautiful
pieces of art on his skin. Your eyes drifted to one tattoo in particular on his
forearm, it was so strikingly beautiful and detailed, that you knew immediately
that it was made by Luke. You looked back at his face, and noticed that he was
staring at you with a questioning look as he leaned on the glass counter, obviously
not sure why someone like you would be here.
A fierce blush rose to your cheeks, and you wished that Michael was here
to calm you down.
He just gave you an almost teasing smile and stood to his
full height, since apparently he was leaning against the counter, “is there
something that I can help you with? Are you here to get a piercing?” He asked
with curiosity dripping from his words.
You blushed again and shook your head, “I am here to get a
tattoo actually” you said, embarrassed at your stuttering.
Luke’s eyes widened, you didn’t seem like the person to get
tattoo, he really had thought you were here to get a piercing, since your
innocent look didn’t seem like one to get one. “a tattoo, well, I hate to be
the bearer of bad news, but you need an appointment first, if you want we can
schedule one and you could skim the rest of the binders to see who you want your
artist to be”, he said as he reached for the schedule to book you an
“I actually already have an appointment”, you whispered.
Once again Luke was lost for words, you had an appointment,
he was sure that he had never seen you in the shop, he would for sure remember
you, yet he didn’t know who you were.
“Oh…ok, well I will check you in, would you mind telling me
who your tattoo artist is?” he asked so he could sign you in.
“I think his name is Luke”, you said hoping that you got the
By now, he thought that he was getting punk’d, he was your
tattoo artist, he was sure he never booked an appointment with you, and yet you
were telling him that he was the one who was going to tattoo you. Maybe it was
an appointment by phone, but he was sure that the person that did an over the
phone booking wasn’t coming by until later, at least that’s what he was told.
“Ok…so what’s your name and I guess I’m your tattoo artist,
name’s Luke”, he said as he stuck his hand out for you to shake.
“I’m (Y/N)”, you said surprised that the guy in front of you
At the sound of your name, he gave you a peculiar look, as
if he were to be studying you, “You’re (Y/N)?” He asked once again, still
seeming skeptical for some reason.
You just nodded in response, fiddling with your clothes like
you had done something wrong, which made him somewhat blush at your
Luke nodded his head towards you, “Well, Michael called the
other day saying that he had a friend coming in by the name of (Y/N) and to
treat her nicely, but not to seem rude or anything,” this made you a little
nervous as you watched him intently for him to continue, “I was expecting this
rock hard girl like Michael to show up, not this… cute little thing like
yourself.” He said with a small smirk on his face.
This small compliment made your face burn up, that you just
wanted to cover your cheeks hoping he wouldn’t notice, but you tried to keep
yourself as calm as possible. “O-Oh, uh, thank you?” You said unsure.
“So since you were looking through my book, I assume you
like my work?” He asked, “if not I can get someone else to do your tattoo, it’s
really no worry”, he said wanting to make sure you were comfortable like he
promised Michael he would do.
You smiled, “no I actually like your work, plus Michael
recommended you”, you finished.
The taller male gestured for you to come around the counter,
“Then let’s get started, shall we?”
You nodded, feeling a bit comfortable around Luke, something
that you were glad that you were. You thought that the moment that you saw him
he would scare you, looking a bit intimidating with his various tattoos and
piercings, but you could tell that he was just as kind as anyone else; he was
just covered in ink.
He led you to the back of the parlor, leading you into a red
room, with various pictures as well as a nice stack of vinyl albums and record
player in the corner. Next to that was his a cabinet filled with paints, and work
desk filled with his personal stuff. And in the center of the room was his
tattoo machine along with a plush chair and stool.
He sat you down on a plush chair and sat himself down on a
stool beside you, “So what tattoo do you have in mind?” He asked, flashing you
another one of his charming smiles.
His smile made you flush slightly, “R-Right!” you stuttered
out, pulling a piece of paper from your bag that you immediately showed him.
Luke started unfolding it as you explained your choice, “It’s a cherry blossom tree”, you said looking over to
him, “I would like it across my whole back, so I was wondering if you can make
this image larger to cover most of my back…if it’s not too much trouble”
A small smile formed on Luke’s lips as he nodded, “I think
this would look beautiful on you.” He said as he stared at the simple drawing,
a blush flashing over his own cheeks realizing he wasn’t supposed to say that
Thankfully, you didn’t even notice the blush since you were
leaning towards him, also admiring the picture, “Thank you.” you added.
Luke stood up as you sat back in your chair, “Alright, I’ll
go transfer this to some thermal-fax paper, and um,” He paused and rubbed the
back of his neck uncomfortably, “You need to at least remove the top of your
dress so I can access where you want it”, He asked awkwardly, “as well as
unstrap your bra strap, I have a towel you can use if you want to cover
yourself from the front” he said walking over to the cabinets to hand you a
You just flushed scarlet and nodded before he left. Of
course you knew that you would have to undo your dress, but you just didn’t
expect someone so attractive to be the one applying the stencil AND be the one
to turn your skin into a beautiful canvas.
You struggled a bit to lower the zipper of your dress, part
of you wanted to ask Luke if he could help you,
but the thought of Luke unzipping your dress, made your face burn with
embarrassment. You finally undid the zipper and your bra. The dress slid off
your shoulders, as you quickly reached for the towel to cover up your chest and
waited for him to come back.
Luke walked in with your tattoo on the large thermal-fax of
your cherry tree that would transfer the outline onto you, as well as wearing
A bright blush surfaced to the skin of his cheeks, because
you just sat there half-naked, eyes full of curiosity like the innocent doe you
were. It wasn’t that he hasn’t seen girls half naked in this line of business;
it just was different for you. There was something about seeing your innocent
face and wide eyes that made him clench his jaw and try not to blush.
Once he got himself to stop gawking at you, he sat back down
on his stool and scooted towards you, “So, you where exactly do you want this?”
He questioned, looking at you and then down at your bare back, “I think this
would look amazing if it was more on your side, with the main braches extending
to the middle of your upper back”
“Yeah,” You pointed to your right side, “I want it like that
actually.” You added quietly, still rather uncomfortable being exposed to him
He nodded, “that’s good.” He said confidently, smiling at
you, “now, let get this on your skin”
Luke leaned the back of the chair all the way down and had
you lay back on it. He started preparing your skin to apply the paper wax onto
your skin, and finally applied it on your skin, making sure that nothing was
out of place. After he placed it on your skin, he pressed lightly before; he
started to carefully remove the paper, leaving the purple outline of your
cherry blossom tree.
“Do you want to see it before I start”, he said as he
started reaching for his tattoo machine.
You nodded as you tightened your hold on the towel covering
your chest as well as the rest of your dress, and walked over to the large
mirror to look at the tattoo. It was beautiful, you could already imagine it.
Luke even managed to add a few of his own touches, making some of the branches
extend to your shoulder and rib cage, the tattoo was marvelous.
“It’s beautiful, I like what you added”, you smiled.
“I’m glad you like it, now is there a particular way you
want it colored, like do you want it bright and vivid, light, pastels, or just
black and white?” Luke questioned as he was walking over to his paints ready
for you to answer.
You smiled, thinking if you want it bold and bright, or
settle, “I want it a settle colors, nothing too vivid”
“Shall do.” Luke answered as he reached for the paints necessary
and making sure that you could see the colors, becoming serious as he was
getting to work.
He filled the machine with the brown paint, while
simultaneously asking you of you could lay more on your left side so he could
reach around the whole tree.
Luke positioned his hand and gun at the base of the tree, at
your hips, “I’m not going to say it won’t hurt, because it does. And since this
is obviously your first, just tell me if it’s too much and then we could take a
break till you feel better” He said, his words laced with sympathy, not liking
the idea that he was going to hurt you, “It helps some people if they just
talk, to distract them a bit from the pain.” You gave him a nervous nod and he
started up the machine. “Oh, umm… how about I play some music for you, I have
ton of records if not we could search something up on my phone and connect it,
that way to ease you more?”
“Umm… do you have anything by (favorite band/artist)?” you
A smile grew on Luke’s face as he set down the tattoo gun
and walked over to his stack of albums, “yep”, he said as he pulled out a vinyl
and played it on the record player, the room becoming filled with music that
was in fact was helping you relax.
He told you that if you wanted him to change a vinyl or
anything, that you let him know, as well as if you need to stop, he will. You
nodded. Luke asked you if you were ready, and you nodded again, hearing the
buzzing of the machine as it came to life.
It was a needle pressed to your skin, adding ink to skin,
and it hurt. You hissed in pain as he started, you gripped the arm of the
chair, biting down on your lip to keep you from making a sound. The room was
filled with the sound of the buzzing tattoo machine and the music he was
playing. You started get somewhat used to the pain, but it still did hurt.
“Who else works here?” You asked after about five or ten
minutes of him outlining the tree, wanting to distract yourself.
Luke smiled at the question, glad that you were taking his
advice, “Well, there’s me obviously, I’m the best.” He boasted, making you
giggle slightly, “But there is Calum, who’s my best friend, and our bosses, it’s
just us four.” His eyes concentrated on his work.
“How do you know Michael?” You asked, being truly curious on
Luke laughed a little, “I was waiting for that question, I’m
surprised it took you this long to ask, I actually wanted to know how you knew
him”, he said as he put a bit more ink into the machine, “ we went to school
together, but I won’t go into detail of my school life, I was a geek back then,
and Michael even hated me back then”, he finished, “and then one day, he walked
into here to get a tattoo, I didn’t want to do it, but there was no one else,
and well we sort of just got along surprisingly, but you don’t know how tempted
I was to tattoo a penis on his arm for everything that he did in high school.
But yea, since then Michael comes here to get new tattoo, I’ve actually done
all his tattoos” he said his eyes never leaving the tattoo, not wanting to mess
up at all.
You laughed a little, making sure not to shake too much that
it would mess him up, “That’s neat, and I’m surprised he didn’t mention someone
“Someone like me?” He asked, clearly amused with how you
phrased that, “what you trying to say?”
“I-I mean,” You started blushing, the color made its way to
your ears, amusing him further, “I w-would remember s-some like you. Michael’s
my best friend, we grew up together, but I don’t think he’s ever mentioned you,
so I was surprised, I figured he would tell me”, you finished.
“Let’s flip this conversation in a different direct, may I
ask the lovely (Y/N) something?” Luke said with a large grin.
You giggled once again, Luke already in love with the little
noise, “Of course you may.”
“Alrighty then, what is a sweet girl like you doing in a
tattoo parlor in the first place?” he asked, wiping away some of the excess ink
from your side, before he went in to outlining more of the tree.
You smiled at the question, you waiting on that to be asked,
“I was waiting for that question, I’m surprised it took you this long to ask”,
you said trying to impersonate him, which made him laugh; he was really
starting to like your company.
“I wondered that from the moment I saw you, I actually
thought that you were lost at first”, he said as he stopped to wipe more excess
“I mainly wanted something to change my innocent façade, and
just something so people could see that I can make my own decisions, a new
chapter in my life, a new me” you finished.
He was clearly stunned by your answer. Most girls like you
that come in to get ink it’s usually a flower, birds, or something along those
lines, at least the girls that he worked with. But he could tell that the
sakura tree meant something to you, and he knew it, if you wanted to just
change your image, why does getting a tattoo have to do with it, you can change
without having a tattoo.
“If you to start a change, why a tattoo?” he asked
“I’ve always wanted one, and because… because I just knew
that this was how I wanted to express myself.” You responded, smiling sweetly
at nothing, “It’s a cherry blossom tree, in japan these trees and there flowers
represents how beautiful and fragile life is. The flowers blossom quickly and
have a short season compared to other flowers. They are beautiful when in bloom
reminding you that life can be just as beautiful and bright like the cherry
blossom, a sense of hope for me. But it also reminds me that you need to make
the most out of your life, because just like the blossom, it doesn’t last as
long as we think it does, its short life is a visual reminder for me that I
need to make everything count. Plus trees in general can mean rebirth, since
they come to life in the spring after looking dead in the winter, so I guess
this is like a rebirth for me, a new me, to me it’s much more than a pretty
tree” you finished.
Luke was stunned to silence, just the buzz of his machine
and the music in the background. That was really deep meaning behind a simple
tattoo, and he was glad that you had shared that with him, it actually
motivated him to make this the best tattoo he had done because by the way you
passionately talked about it and compared yourself to this tree, he needed to
make you make proud.
Through the rest of the tattoo session, the two of you just
talked like that, learning things about each other, him telling you the stories
behind some of his tattoos, some of which he had never told anyone else. He
just felt so open with you, not feeling the fatigue at all from working on your
tattoo, he distracted you from the pain, and you distracted him from feeling
tired. At some point he did have to take a small break, since he had to eat and
you did too, so he had called a local pizzeria to deliver two pizzas one with
your favorite toppings, and one with his, sharing more laughs as you both ate
in that red room.
And after hours of talking and laughing and eating pizza,
the tattoo was finally finished.
“Alright (Y/N), I really hope you like it.” He said as he
led you to the mirror on the wall your back faced the entire time you were
getting the ink.
You smiled at him and held your dress and towel as Luke led you
to the mirror.
He held a mirror in front of you so you could see the
reflection from the other mirror. You gasped as you saw the ink on your skin. It
was perfect. In every single element of the tattoo, it was perfect. The lines
were all straight and precise, the shading was phenomenal, and the overall art
of the piece was amazing. The tree bark was detailed, and the small flowers
looked beautiful, simple but still beautiful. It was far better than you
“Luke…” You breathed out your fingers hovering over the
branch on your shoulder, “It’s perfect.” You said beaming at him.
He blushed and scratched the back of his head, “Well thanks,
I’m glad it’s everything you wanted.”
Just then, another boy peeked in, “Wow Luke, that has to be
one of your bests!” he complimented.
The guy had black hair, something about his face giving him
a childlike appearance, and quite tall as well. His ears were pierced as his
arms were decorated with various tattoos, but nothing compared to Luke. But
despite his punk exteriors, he still reminded you of a puppy or little kid,
which was probably due to his smile.
You blushed brightly and tightened your hold over your
clothes and towels, suddenly feeling a bit shy and nervous with the lack of
Luke immediately noticed your discomfort, as he used his
body to cover you up a bit which you mentally thanked him for, “Oh this is
Calum, Calum this is (Y/N)”, and he said introducing you both to each other.
You gave an awkward smile in return, “U-Uh, hey Calum” You
said quietly, feeling a bit better since from everything that Luke had told you
about his best friend, you knew that he was just as sweet as a puppy, and a
He gave you a cheeky grin, “Nice to meet you (Y/N)! But I
just wanted to say that I’m leaving, so see you tomorrow Luke?” he said as he
waved by to him, and you.
Luke just nodded and waved bye to him as the raven-hair boy
left, but not before shouting at him to remind him that he still had his CD and
he wanted it back. You laughed a bit, to anyone who saw them on the street they
looked like a couple of guys that could easily cause trouble, the ones that you
ten d to be careful around, but you could clearly tell that they were honestly
some of the nicest people in general, nothing about them threatening at all. You
started to feel for the zipper as well as start to adjust the straps on your
bra to put it back on.
“Wait wait!” Luke said grabbing your arms instantly putting them down once he
realized that maybe you wouldn’t be ok with it, “do you mind if I take a
picture of it to put it in my binder?” He asked a bit nervously.
You nodded slowly; Luke smiled as he went over to his table
to get his digital camera. Luke positioned you over a blank wall and turned so
your back was facing you. He had you hold your hair up with one hand so he
could take a clear picture of the whole thing. He then sat you down and took a
photo of the area that went over your shoulder, and took a few more shots that
he would later choose from
After you took the picture, Luke kindly wrapped up your
tattoo for you and kindly zipped up your dressed when you asked him to, which
by the shaking of his fingers, you could tell that he was just as nervous of
the proximity as you were. He told you the prince, which you thought was a bit
cheap for the work that he had done, but he said he lowered the prince for you,
since you were not only a friend of Michael’s but also because you were his
friend. Your face heated up at his comment, smiling largely as he admitted that
you two were friend after only meeting today. You thanked him by giving him a
hug, which he returned as he carefully placed his hands around you, making sure
to not touch the tattooed skin.
You were on your way out of the tattoo parlor, after saying
by to him, when you heard him shout out your name. You turned around and there
Luke was with a blush on his face as he looked anywhere besides your eyes. Luke
awkwardly handed you a piece of paper with his personal number on it, asking
you to call him sometime. You nodded, your voice completely gone, as you took
the paper from him making sure to put it somewhere you wouldn’t lose it. he
smiled glad that you hadn’t rejected his number, he was about to walk back into
the shop before you reached for his hand to stop him, as you leaned up and
placed a kiss on his cheek. You let your lips linger a bit before you quickly
pulled back and told him that you would call him later tonight. Leaving Luke
stunned as his fingers touched the area where you kissed him, his face becoming
red like a cherry blossom.
Once you got home, you immediately texted him when he was
able to talk. You expected him to text you, but instead your phone started
ringing, which you quickly answered. You two just talked the rest of the night,
both of you with flushed faces, and before you two ended your call, he said if
you would like to go to lunch tomorrow.
Which you eagerly accepted.
——–Three weeks later————
“What’s that?” Ashton asked as Michael was scrolling through
his Instagram feed, and stopped on a picture that you had just uploaded.
It had been about three weeks since you got the tattoo and you started hanging
around Luke. And although you two had recently met, something about you two
just clicked that he officially asked you out a week later. You accepted, and
suddenly Luke brought you into a kiss, eagerly kissing you as you felt him
smile into the kiss. He admitted that he wanted to do that the moment you had
kissed his cheek after he gave you his number, but he was too shocked to move
and kiss you. You kissed him again, telling him that you were sorry but now he
could kiss you whenever he wanted, which he did, and you did too.
Michael showed Ashton the picture that you had uploaded. It
was a photo in the shop as Luke kissed your cheek as you displayed your new piercing,
which he did for you too. You don’t know how, but somehow you convinced
yourself to get this done, Luke constantly asking if you were sure about it.
But there was no going back, and before you knew it you had a new piercing.
The picture itself was cute, you both beaming with joy
despite your personalities clashing, you still looking somewhat innocent, which
Luke looking like a punk and tatted up, but you both complemented once another.
Your sweetness and his edginess, the perfect ying and yang, perfect opposites.
Ashton looked at the photo questioning, “Since when did Luke
and (Y/N) start dating?”
Michael let out a smirk as he liked the photo, happy that
his two friends were dating each other, and ignoring Ashton’s question.
The male sighed, sitting back into the couch he was
currently sitting on, “You set them up didn’t you?” ash ton mused at his friend.
“Yes.” He said as he continued scrolling through his feed,
“but it was a good thing, they both needed to someone like each other”
He said as Ashton started up his Xbox and played a random
Michael was right, you needed someone like Luke, someone who
could easily bring you out of your shell, someone who could ease you into doing
something outgoing. Someone who could just make you laughs by the simplest of
things, and had the courage to protect you if you were ever in trouble, someone
who was basically Luke Hemmings. And Luke needed someone like you, someone who
would show him the kindness he was denied because of how he looked. He needed
someone who could see past the tattoos, piercings, and somewhat cold demeanor. Luke
needed someone to soften his rough edges, basically someone like you.
You just both needed each other.
For those wondering what
the tattoo looked like, (at least for me) it’s a combination of these two
tattoo || shoulder
I told you that I would
do a punk Luke, although I think this wasn’t that punk, mainly him being a
tattoo artist, so I’m sorry if I disappointed. I just needed to write more for Luke
since he is the least I write for, (since I mainly do Ashton, I literally wrote
Ashton’s name by accident twice times as I wrote this)
LET ME KNOW PLEASE, I NEED YOUR INPUT
LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK