No one would have ever imagined that hardcore badass Jeon Jungkook, the most well-known tattoo artist in the town, the guy who dropped out to follow his passion, was best friends with beautiful, sweet, top-scoring university student, Y/N.
Physically, they seemed to be polar opposites. He had dragons inked onto his skin, three piercings on his left ear and two on his right, and always wore black; whilst you were a bright, clean slate – but you knew that was what he loved about you.
Based on a concept an anon sent that I fell in love with! Harry giving you your first tattoo himself.
His tongue is poked out the side of his lips, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and eyes squinting. The pain of the needle not felt as you focused on him, needle in his gloved hand as it touched your wrist.
“Almost done, love. Almost done.” He assured, glancing at your eyes for a quick moment, a smirk making its way to his face. “Such a brave woman.”
You laughed at his dramatic attitude. You looked at his face which held so much concentration as if he was putting the world’s most expensive gem to a ring.
“Are you sure it’s your first tattoo? You’re not crying or tearing or anythin’” Harry said with a chuckle, looking at the paper which held his design before looking back to your wrist and continuing.
“I’m not a wuss, I can hold a little bit of pain.” You replied in a joking manner, tilting your head slightly.
“My brave girlfriend.” Harry chuckled. A moment of silence followed, the only sound being from the buzzing of the needle. “Hey, baby?”
“Thank you. For trusting me to do this. You know, the design, the process. I’m flattered.” He said, pulling back and turning off the device and admiring your new tattoo.
“You can’t always keep your doodling in your journal.” You smiled, taking a breath before looking at your wrist, letting out a small excited squeal.
On your wrist was one of Harry’s small wonky hearts along with the silhouette of a bird resting on the top of it.
“Is it good?” Harry asked nervously, wide eyes staring at you to see your reaction.
“Haz, it’s incredible!” You grinned, looking at the tattoo.
Upon hearing your excited thank you’s, Harry stood up before sitting beside you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder, looking at your new tattoo with a warm smile. “Time for mine.”
You looked at him with your mouth agape, shock on your face. “No.” You gasped in disbelief.
He laughed, pulling away a little to look at you more clearly. “I want you to give me a new tattoo.”
“Harry, I don’t know ho-”
“I’ll teach you. You trusted me enough with an ink needle and I trust you just the same.” He said, a smile on his face as he tucked a locket of hair behind your ear.
“Baby are you sure? These things are permanent, you know?”
He rolled his eyes, nodding. “I know that, sweetheart. Come on, I think I might have an idea on what I want.”
And that day, you both were excitedly showing off your new tattoos; you showing Harry’s design of a wonky heart and a bird, and Harry showing your wonky design of a star on his right hand in the same place of the cross tattoo on his other hand.
Word count: 2248 HOLY MOTHER OF MY CAT I GOT CARRIED AWAY
Warnings: THIS IS REALLY LONG. Swearing and swearing and fluff???? But just a little bit.
A/N: I combined my own prompt with two that I found about soulmates, because it’s been a while since I wanted to write about it and those two seemed cool. BUT OMFG I REALLY EJOYED WRITING IT AND GOT CARRIED AWAY AND WELL WELL. I really hope that you guys (and you beautiful person that requested)
|| I don’t own Bucky or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||
“We all born with a colorless tattoo with a particular design that will only get color if you meet your soulmate, before that you’re available to talk with your soulmate through your thoughts. It’s a bond that will never be broken.” Y/N read out loud, looking at his friend eyes.
They were at the public library doing some research for an essay. And of course her friend had to choose a topic as silly as “Soulmates: real life or just a state of mind?” Seriously it as awful.
There are toys on the floor, little socks and shirts on the sofa and the high chair is dirty from baby food. “What on earth?” You say out loud, confused by the mess. “Harry?” No answer. You drop your bag and keys on the floor and head upstairs to your and Harry’s bedroom, where you find him and your lovely daughter, her small hands wrapped around Harry’s torso. Quiet snores are leaving their lips and she snuggles her face on Harry’s soft cotton shirt. “My babies”.