The Florist and the Tattoo Artist
Prompt: This is from otpprompts: Person A works in a flower shop. Person B works in the tattoo shop next door and does all of Person A’s tattoos. (Bonus if person B has 0 tattoos and is a cinnamon roll type character.) with the reader as A and Bucky as B please by @natasha-baggins
A/N: I actually know next to nothing about the process of getting a tattoo? I think I was pretty vague, but if I got something wrong let me know so I can fix it.
Bucky looked up and smiled when he saw who had just entered his shop. Y/N worked next door and liked to come over to see the artwork he was working on. She had been when she first met him. He had no tattoos himself, but he was the best artist in the city. She hadn’t remarked on it, but he could tell at the time that he was not what she had expected to find when she had walked through the door.
Every once in awhile, he liked to head over to the store where she worked. Something about the atmosphere of the flower shop, whether it be the flowers themselves or the beautiful person arranging them, inspired a lot of his latest tattoos.
“Good morning, Bucky.” Y/N said with a bright smile. She carried a little bouquet of flowers. At least once a week, she restocked a little vase on the reception desk. She claimed it make the place look more friendly.
“Good morning, Doll.” Bucky said, putting his sketch aside. “How are you today?”
“I’m good. I was thinking about maybe getting a tattoo?” She said a little hesitantly.
“Really? What exactly were you thinking about getting?” He asked as he picked up a couple of his other sketchbooks and set them on the counter.
“Well.. I was kinda thinking of something small on my hand right now. I don’t want to get anything too big the first time.” Y/N explained as she traced the flowers on one of his drawings.
“First time? You planning on getting more than one?” Bucky asked, slightly surprised.
“Never know, Buck. I may decide I like them to much to just have one.” Y/N laughed.
“Fair enough. So do you have a specific idea of what you want?” Bucky said as he watched Y/N flip through the pages. She nodded and pulled out her phone. “I saw that little sketch you were doing the other day and I thought it was pretty.”
Bucky nodded and pulled out the drawing he thought she was talking about. It had more detail than she remembered, but it was her favorite flower and she loved the way Bucky had drawn it.
“That’s the one.” She said quietly as she watched him pick it out.
“Would you believe me if I told you I drew it for you?” Bucky said as he gathered what he would need.
Y/N smiled and nodded. “I figured as much.”
Bucky laughed and began to work. The pain wasn’t nearly as bad as Y/N had expected it to be. It wasn’t fun by any means, but it wasn’t the worst thing she had ever felt either.
When it was over, she quietly turned her wrist and looked at the tattoo. Bucky had done a wonderful job and she felt honored to have his art on her body.
“Do you like it?” He asked as he cleaned up his work station.
“I love it. Thank you so much.” Y/N said as she got up. “How much do I pay you?”
“Well, normally it would be about 300 hundred dollars, but I am going to let you take me to dinner instead.” Bucky said as he finished cleaning up.
“Bucky, you can’t give me a 300 hundred dollar tattoo for free.” Y/N said, shocked that he would even joke about such a thing.
“I’m not. You are going to take to dinner. Besides, you have given me at least 300 dollars worth of flowers over the past couple of months so we’ll call it even.” Bucky smiled at the surprise on her face.
Y/N shook her head and smiled. “Does Friday work for you? Around six?”
“Sounds good to me, doll.” Bucky said as he escorted her to the door.
Y/N leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’s a date then.”
Bucky blushed as he watched her walk back to her shop. Never had he been more thankful for tattoos.