Genre: Jungkook x Reader TattooArtist!au ( A little angst, fluff )
A/N: Helloo!! Thx to the anon that requested this btw. I hope you like it I kind of went wild with the plot! ❤️ p.s if u want links for the tattoos ill put them on here and use your imagination for your tattoo placement and or style ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ enjoy!
“You’re such a goodie two shoes! You mean to tell me you’ve never gone to a random club for the heck of it, not even once?”
“Leave me alone!” You dropped your pencil and gave her a look. “You’re supposed to be at a meeting anyway, not instigating my personal life.” Poking out your bottom lip you pouted to yourself. She laughed while grabbing a bottle of orange juice and a bagel. You sat at the island with a few books, tea and a pencil as you watched her scramble to get out because she was late. The whole morning she wouldn’t get off your case about your so called ‘innocence’.
“I’m just saying Y/N, you traveled across the world and your nose is stuck in a book! Live a little! Do something spontaneous for once. See you later!” She ran out and you sighed in relief, you could breathe, she was finally off your back.
Do something spontaneous she says, you’ve done plenty of spontaneous things including moving here. You moved here for school but it still counts, right? You sighed, resting your chin in the palm of your hand in thought. Maybe she was right, maybe you did need to do something on a whim.
You pushed back a strand of your hair before securing the lid of the beautiful drink.
“Jungkook?” You called the order name, searching around for whoever it might be. Who you presumed to be the man who ordered it looked up from his phone and his soft features caught your attention; and not only that but the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, the multiple pierces in his ear, the tasteful ensemble of dark clothes. You had never seen him before, or maybe you just never noticed him; but how could you not notice someone like that? You handed him the drink and he thanked you with a friendly smile before going on his way.
Instead of gawking at the door like a crazed love struck girl, you untied your apron and ran to the back to get changed. Yoojin, your coworker and good friend was getting off the same time as you. She walked in, punching in her time and grabbing her backpack.
“That’s it!” You snapped, smiling brightly to yourself.
“Y/N? Are you ok?” Your sudden outburst startled her and she gave you a look.
“Sorry, sorry- I just figured it out.” With your hands fiddling in hair you took out the rubber band.
“Figured out what?” She remained baffled.
You grabbed her by the shoulders and laughed, “I’m gonna get a tattoo!” With that you ran out the back.
“You can do this, you can do this, you can do this….” You repeated that phrase in your head and aloud, hopping to hype yourself up. You scheduled your consultation for this evening and after this long day it was finally time. After walking a few blocks you found the spot and quickly stepped into the clean little establishment.
“Hi, - Y/N? You called for the consultation?” You nodded. A guy behind them the front desk who was equally as tattooed as most of the people in here.
“Right past there are a few couches, you can wait for him there.” Timidly you went where he directed you and took a seat. As you fiddled with your fingers to distract yourself you noticed all of the photos of tattoos and drawings on the wall and for some reason you got nervous.
“You’re my 5 o'clock right?” That same guy, Jungkook, the one at the cafe that you made a drink for. He must’ve remembered you too, he furrowed his brow and smiled. “Wait - I know you, you work at the cafe a few blocks down, don’t you?” He finally put his finger on it.
“Yeah, I saw you were there yesterday.” You nodded as he took his seat across from you with a clip board, paper and a pen.
“Ah, you were the one that made my drink.” He said.
“Yep,” You squirmed in your seat, biting your lips, “that was me.”
“It was good by the way…” Your cheeks glowed a subtle rose at the compliment, even if it was for your amazing barista skills you took it to heart. “So, you’re looking to get a tattoo. Do you have your eye on something in particular or are you just looking?”
“Um, I don’t really know, I really like elegant pieces on the back.”
“Yeah, pieces like those are always really pretty, is that what you want?”
“I think so…”
“Let me show you some work I’ve done, similar to that.” He pulled a big binder from under the center table and got up to sit next to you. He opened up the well organized binder and flipped a few pages before stopping. You stared in aw at the elegant works of art, most of them were huge; covering most of the back or somewhere on the leg. As much as you hated to admit it, you really couldn’t concentrate on the book when his arm was in full view showcasing the pieces of art. You managed to stutter, “I like that one, I want mine that big.” He peered at the one you pointed at and he nodded in agreement. “That one is one of my personal favorites, it looks simple but it required a lot of precision on my part, it was worth it though.”
“Ok, I can draw something along the the lines of that, to see if you like it, sound good?” You nodded. His hand went to work, the pen moving back and forth with his movements. You sat there, for 15 maybe 20 minutes as he continued to draw the art that will soon be on your body. Oddly enough you weren’t even looking at it, you stared out of the window, watching the people go by; it almost calmed you.
“Done.” He showed you the paper and your mouth hung open in astonishment, how could he come up with this in such a short amount of time.
“It’s beautiful…really, really beautiful. You’re very talented.” You brushed your fingers over the drawing, admiring the little details on gentle creature. It was funny how you could actually see it on yourself, it was literally made for you.
“Thanks, I try to put the canvas into prospective- the canvas being my client of course.” He giggled to himself. “You’d look great with this, it compliments your skin and the overall way you look.” He ripped the papa we out and went to a what looked like a printer. He came back over with a sheet of paper and handed it to you. “So when do you want to set up the appointments.” The question.
“Appointments? More than one?”
“For a tattoo that big I normally suggest a series of appointments, the pain can be a little much in one day. But we can do it in one day, it’ll be a few hours. How about next Thursday at noon? You’ll be my only appointment.” He was steadily sliding on some gloves as he continued to talk to you.
You mentally viewed your schedule and you were free. “I can do that.”
“Ok, I’ll see you then.”
With a coffee in your hand you sat at a two person table, trying to relax and take your mind off of it you decided to sit in your favorite cafe and draw for a little bit.
“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice chirped from behind you. It was him again, how come you two keep meeting?
“Jungkook? Hi- no, it’s not go ahead.” You smiled gesturing to the seat. He sat across from you with a back pack, and a book in his arm. Was he drawing too? The cafe was usually crowded at this time and you were glad the only free seat was next to you. Although he probably didn’t notice you took every chance you got to look at his face or maybe you were just looking at all of him. It was silent between you two, you both mutual have each other space and you glance at his paper but you couldn’t make out what it was.
“I never caught your name.” He spoke. You looked up sort of timidly, he was looking at you with curious eyes and you took off your reading glasses and sat down your pencil. “Y/N.” You responded softly.
“That’s a pretty name.” That smile. His smile was absolutely breathtaking and the way stared deep into your eyes was charming, even if he wasn’t trying to be.
“Thank you…um your tattoos, they’re really beautiful, did you do them yourself?” You pointed to his left arm where a majority of his tattoos were; subconsciously he touched and looked at them. “I did a few of them, maybe 5 or 6? All free handed too. Free hand is my favorite…it’s relaxing. I see you like to draw.” His gaze drifted over to your paper.
“Oh, yeah it’s…relaxing,” you giggled, “I guess…”
“Can I see it?” You handed him the paper and his eyes lit up. “You drew this?” You nodded unsure of his reaction. “I love it.” He brought the paper close so he could study it better. “Can I use this? I swear I’ll give you full credit it’s just too good not to be used.”
“Sure, I don’t mind, keep it. But it really isn’t that good, It’s just a flower…” With a slight smile on your lips you took out your phone and looked at a series of missed texts. You were late for work. “Shoot, I have to go, I’m gonna be late!” Frantically you there your stuff in your bag and took the last sip of your coffee. “It was nice talking to you!” You waved goodbye as you rushed out of the building before he could respond.
After your last meeting a few days went by and now today is the day. You were doing it, you were about to get a permanent piece of art on your body. You were proving to yourself you could be adventurous, spontaneous, all of it. You arrived at the shop and stood in front the glass door chewing on your bottom lip. “You can do this…” You pushed open the door and you looked around in confusion.
“Hello?” Nobody was here, it was empty and silent. Did he give you the wrong time or day. “Jungkook?-” He peeked from a back room smiling at you with his bunny teeth. “Back here sweetheart.” He waved you over.
“Oh, there you are.” You made your way to the room and you saw he had all his equipment ready, it sort of added to your nerves. It’s really happening…
“Do you like it?” He showed you the large outline and you swallowed thickly.
“Yeah, I like it…” Your eyes skimmed over the paper.
“So, you just take off your top and bra and I’ll be back.” When he shut the door you stripped and held your shirt against your chest.
“Knock, knock,” He knocked on the door and he peeked pass the door “are you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be…” You kicked your legs mindlessly, awaiting his instruction.
“Lay down for me.” A few seconds went by and his gloved hand your lower back and you shivered upon contact. You felt the thin paper press against your skin along with his warm hand pressing precisely.
“Ok, go see how it looks.” He handed you a hand mirror and you made your way to the mirror holding it up in front of you so you could see the mirror through the one in your hand. It was big, it reached a few inches from your shoulder and lower back. It was big.
“Do you like the placement?” He voiced from his stool, you could see him eyeing you through the mirror. He seemed to have taken a liking to your figure but he kept it at bay, diverting his eyes when you turned around.
“Yeah, i-it's good.” You got up on the cushiony table, laying flat in front of him. You could hear him fiddling with the needle and you were trying to steady your breathing.
“Don’t be nervous baby girl, it’s not too bad.” He pat your shoulder in a friendly way, trying to comfort you and soothe your nerves but it did very little to help you. “Everyone gets a little nervous on their first time. If it gets too much I can give you some Advil or we can finish up another day.” He suggested. You nodded quickly, but he was getting the feeling that you weren’t prepared for this. Taking a deep breath he turned the needle on and the sound alone gaze you freaking out, you were tense and just as the needle was about to touch your skin you panicked.
“Stop, stop, stop. I can’t do it…” You sat up, burying your face in your hands and he put the needle down in shock. You wiped the stray tears from your face as you also tried to keep your decency in tact. He rubbed your thigh in concern, “Hey, it’s ok, don’t cry…do you not like the tattoo? Is it too big? You could’ve told me, I would’ve drawn you something different-”
“No, it’s not that…I-I Just don’t know what I’m doing here.” You turned around so that your back was the only thing facing him and changed quickly. He watched you situate yourself, he didn’t have a clue where this was coming from.
“I’m sorry I wasted your time, really I am but I don’t wanna do this anymore.” You took deliberate steps to the door but you got jerked back by his hand wrapped around your wrist.
“Wait, please. Can you at least talk to me about it? I just wanna help…” His doe eyes bore into you like a begging puppy, you were tempted to say no but how could you? “Fine…” With his hand still on your wrist he led you to sit back down and he sat beside you.
“If it’s not the tattoo, what is it? Is it me?” He hoped it wasn’t.
“Of course it’s not you. It’s me.” You deadpanned.
“You? I don’t understand-”
“I’m not like most of the people around here Jungkook, I don’t go out a lot, I traveled half across the world and I still feel like I’m missing out, there’s not much to me…I’ve never done this before, I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do something different or at least have a little fun for once in my life- but I can’t…” Your head hung low as you looked down at your fingers, how could you get like this in front of him? You were just burdening him with your own personal problems. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even be telling you this…I should go…” You ease off the table and stand there for a good few seconds.
“No, you shouldn’t.” He stood up, towering over you with hopeful eyes. “You should go to lunch with me…My treat?” Although your were taken and your first instinct was to say yes- no, scream yes but you held your self together. “Ok…”
A few weeks went by and you can say you’ve never met someone who looked at you the way he did. The past few weeks you had come to grow fond of his random late night texts, the times he’d steal you from home even if he knew you were studying. Sometimes on the weekend he’d come to the apartment just to watch tv with you, regardless of how crazy or cheesy the flics were you two would poke fun at them together. A majority of the time the night would end with you waking him up and telling him to go home or him convincing you to let him stay the night, you were the one to give in most of the time. You’d rarely go to his tattoo shop anymore, not since that firstappointment. He said he wasn’t bothered by it but you knew he’d like it if you’d eat lunch with him sometimes. During lunch break you’d both go to the same place and bring your food back to your jobs. He’d ask you to come over sometimes and even though your excuses not to go were terrible he went with them anyway.
Your phone vibrated on your bed and you held it up to your face as you tried to shake of your sleepy eyesight. message from Jungkook
good morning angel
r u still sleeping ?
hey are u alive bby?
if you r alv can u come by
can u come by the shop???
I’m coming to your room window with a rock if you don’t respond in 2 mins
“Huh..” You sighed.
It’s a saturday…dont make me go anywhr
pleaseee it wont tak long
fine, be there in 15. You went to take your shower and get dressed in a comfy pair of jeans and a t shirt. You didn’t feel like going throught he hassle of making breakfast so you grabbed a banana and went out the door.
You walked into to the back room where he always was and there he was on his phone. When he caught your gaze he immediately got up to embrace you. “Hi baby.” He kissed your forehead playfully. “I have something to show you.” He took you by the hand and into the room you were gonna get tattooed in.
“What is it?” You were anxious onto what it might be and by the excitement in his face it must’ve been good.
“Tah-dah!” He pulled down his shirt, exposing the front of his shoulder to you with a huge smile.
“Oh my g- Jungkook, is that my drawing?…” Your mouth hung open in shock; you got closer and touched the still slightly red skin around the flower a few centimeters from his collar bone. “You liked it that much?…”
“Yeah, I got it done yesterday and I just couldn’t wait any longer to show you. When I told you I loved it I really meant it, I’ve been looking for something different and your flower was perfect.” He couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips.
“Jungkook, that’s really sweet…” You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went to your waist, pulling him in for a warm hug and you two just stood there, enjoying each others hold.
“You know, I’ve been thinking. I have an idea for a tattoo that would be perfect for you.” You rested your hands on his chest.
“I don’t know, if I get one I want to be sure that I love it, without a doubt…you know?” You laid your head on his shoulder and he subconsciously tapped the pads of his fingers on your back.
“Can I give you a tattoo? Just a small one, I have just the one in mind for you…”
“Really?” You were as shocked as him to be honest. As soon as you nodded he had the needle ready, gloves and you sat down. He had this planned, you thought but you’ll let it slide. As he began the process you both agreed on the perfect place for it, and he started. The pain was fairly bearable, especially since you weren’t a panicking mess, you trusted him.
“All done, it looks beautiful.” You sat there for maybe an hour and he finally set you free. And your heart was pounding out of your chest, you hadn’t gotten a glimpse of it and now was the big reveal. You got up unsteadily and trudged over to the mirror.
“A flower?…” You gawked at it in the mirror, admiring every little detail, in your opinion it was for more creative than yours. He watched you look at the tattoo and he was getting a little nervous, did you like it? Did you hate it?
“You do like it, right? I thought since you like to draw plants and things like that I’d-”
“Thank you, I love it, I love it,” Wrapping yours arms around his torso you cut him off. He pecked your pinkish lips making a light tint of blush appear on your cheeks. “I’m glad I was getting a little scared there. You really do love it?”
headcanons for how the guys react when they find a cute little list their s/o make in a journal or something about all the things they appreciate about them ♥
So because of my tattoo placement, I have to hold my arm really awkwardly over my keyboard so this’ll be a few weeks of fun and shoulder pain on this side hahahaha oh well…This is an adorable idea so I have to do it. It’s also mashing with another request of giving it to the boys as a gift!
When you hand a little, blue leather-bound journal over to Noctis, he’s a little confused, like, what is it and why are you giving it to him? Sit him down somewhere and get ready for him to become a stuttering mess as soon as he opens the cover and sees a little heart drawn around your scrawled handwriting that reads: to my prince. His jaw drops and his eyes light up, but he can’t find the words to express just what he’s feeling. Page by page, he flips through and reads all of the little things that you love about him: his eyes, his laugh, the way he holds you close early in the morning when he hasn’t woken yet, his compassion, the way he sings…And it goes on. There’s a reason that you love him for every day of the year, and on each page are little stickers. Some are fish, some are puppies, and then you’ve also doodled little figures of you two holding hands. Noctis is smiling ear to ear, cheeks are flushed, and his whole body feels warm and happy. Rather than express his thanks in words, he sets the book to the side and wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him in a tight embrace. Noctis considers himself imperfect, and yet you spent your time to make this to tell him that he is perfect. Every single part of him, body and mind, was worth the time and love. He was a prince with a doomed fate; how did he get this lucky?
The cover of the scrapbook is a pale shade of yellow, but not quite pastel, and it honestly makes you think of chocobos so it makes a perfect gift for Prompto. Inside, the little pictures sleeves are filled with some of the pictures that you’ve secretly taken with your own camera. There’s candids upon candids of Prompto, a few selfies, and even more shots of where you’ve traveled to. When you tell him you have something for him, he’s immediately a giddy mess. Surprise presents are the best! Of course, it makes him feel like he owes you something in return, and he’s rocking from one foot to the other until you hand him the scrapbook. Prompto stills, now cradling it in his hands carefully because these are the kinds of things that people put a lot of time and thought into, so he sets it onto the coffee table and sinks down to gaze at it, running his fingers across the cover. Frankly, he’s in disbelief that you took the time to do this, and he’s in even more disbelief when he opens the cover to find big, bubble letters saying you are my sunshine alongside a doodle of a smiling sun. The pages have all of your wonderful photos, but it also has stamps and postcards that your purchased in your journeys…And when you look over, he’s crying. You wrote that you love every inch of him; every freckle, every stretch mark, every little thing. You love his bad jokes, and you love it even more when he sings. Congrats, you made him cry, but it’s happy tears. He’s thankful someone like you loves him this much.
To make this a perfect gift, get one of those brown leather moleskines, the ones that are soft on the outside and feel as though they’ve spent all of their little journal lives out in the field. The cover feels worn and well-loved, and the pages smell delightful; it’s something Gladio will love. Fill the pages with stories from camping trips and adventures that you’ve had with him, and recount them in amazing detail with little dates by them. “July 15th, waterfall hike,” and then write something you love about him. There’s a lot to love about him, really. He’s dedicated, he’s loving towards his friends and his family, he’s selfless, and he’s such a big sweetheart. It isn’t often that these aspects of Gladio are complimented, so it’ll take him by surprise. Plop down into his lap one evening and replace the book he’s reading with the one you’ve made for him and watch as his eyebrows arch as if to ask what the heck you’re doing. The front cover falls open in such a familiar way, as if it had been bent like that many times before, and using a fountain pen, you had penned his name in huge, looping letters inside it. Beside his name is a little pressed Gladiolus flower, and just seeing it makes his lips soften into a smile. As he flips through the pages, he finds more and more pressed flowers and ferns from different locations, and they’re absolutely beautiful. It’s amazing, and he thinks you’re even more amazing for doing this. He can’t stop smiling, and he’ll hold you close as he reads through all of your shared stories. Inside, his heart is absolutely melting.
Make sure it’s a surprise and be very secretive, or else Ignis will see this coming for miles and he’ll constantly insist that you don’t need to give him a gift.Too bad. One way or another, you make it work, and you fill a little red journal with gold-stitched edges with cute poems and the tabs off of tea bags; one from every time you’ve gone to a cafe with him and ordered tea. Each of the tabs has a little inspirational quote on it, and they’re wonderful to read on a bad day. Fill the remaining pages with everything you love about him; when he wakes in the morning with his hair a floppy mess, when he comes home from work late and still spends time doting on you, when he’s selfless enough to throw himself into danger for his friends. Make sure to stick in little recipes that you want to try to make for him, or even short little songs to play on the piano. When you tell him that you have a gift, he’ll immediately try to downplay it and say that you didn’t have to get him anything, but his eyes will sparkle upon hearing that you made it. As he flips through the pages and reads everything you’ve written for him, he’ll soften and lean against you, sighing contentedly. You did this for him, just a servant to the crown all his life, because you found his qualities to be likable- no, lovable. He appreciates nothing more than you in that moment, and he’ll find some way to show his gratitude whether it’s making cookies for you or just holding you and pressing soft kisses all over your cheeks.