#tattooau

[aesthetically-inspired-hoe]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61914574

Petals & Ink, Complete

My first longer fic is complete! I am really proud of how it turned out and eternally grateful to everyone who has read, subscribed, and commented on this. I hope to write even longer fics in the future, though I do not have one planned right now! Please feel free to leave requests 🤗

Thank you to @day-dream-fever for drawing the amazing art that inspired me to write again!

[whiskeybottlebullshit]

@v0rtex-sys here’s part 2

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 40 (Finale)

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

Previous

MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 12 minutes

*One year later*

I look back after a few minutes of feeling I'm talking on my own, finding Y/n at the bottom of the stairs while she's holding her side and fighting her own body to be able to start breathing properly. She isn't going to make any more efforts to reach where I am. I know it by the way she's looking around to find the perfect place to sit and regain some strength. 

Instead of leaving her by herself, I start walking down to where she is, tilting my head while looking at her with a funny smile, thinking of something to say to piss her off. 

—See why you need to work out with me?

—I'm fine like this, thank you —she answers, breathless—. Besides, it's not like, back in New York, I'll do something that will make me feel like my lung is escalating my throat. 

She throws her head back, as if that way the air would get through her nose better, while her hands are cupped on her hips. 

—Do you need some water or anything? —I attempt to take the bag on my back, but she quickly shakes her hand and head.

—No, it's alright. Let's go —she encourages me.

But instead of leading the way again, or following her, I stop her. She looks at me confused, and even scoffs when I take off the bag and hand it to her. 

—I know I said I was okay, but is it really necessary? —she whines— What wrong did I do to you to deserve this?

Instead of answering right away, I walk past her, getting one step behind her so she's slightly taller than me. Her hand quickly squeezes my shoulder when I turn around, my back facing her while I wait for her to hop on my back. 

—Love, I'm okay already.

—And you'll be close to passing out in a matter of five seconds —I tease her—. And if we keep stopping, we'll get there by midnight. And it's already late enough. 

—It'll be hard for you to get to the tower if I hop on your back —she mutters.

—Cocktease, you weigh nothing. I'll handle it —I assure her.

—I promise I'll be able to get up there by myself —she assures me again.

—Babe —I stop her—, just get on my back. You know I won't move from here until you do. 

She sighs, finally giving in. And when I look over my shoulder, I see her hanging the bag before she gets ready to jump on my back. I squeeze her thighs when I feel their warmth around my waist, looking up to her right after to give her a comforting smile. 

—This is so cruel —she comments, as we start making our way back to the top. 

—You're acting like you're forcing me —I chuckle—. Also, you're feeling bad about this, but not about the time you made me get up at five in the morning to pick you up from the airport?

—You said you didn't mind —she whines again—. I told you I could've picked up a cab back home, but you insisted.

—Babe, I was messing with you. I spent all night awake because I couldn't wait to see you. 

The more experience she got in the gallery, the more Jin trusted her to do trips all over the country -and even overseas- to make deals with different artists, or just to buy a painting he wanted to expose. And every time she leaves, although it's only for a few days, we always spend most of the time stuck to our phones.

I have the feeling we speak even more during those times she's away, but also the reunion is so special every time our eyes meet when I pick her up. Whoever sees us at the airport would think we've been months without seeing each other, and that we aren't living together at all back in New York City. 

—I'll give a good back massage to the birthday boy when we get to the hotel tonight —she kisses my cheek. 

—Just a back massage?

—Whatever my boy wants —she kisses my cheek again. 

I end up regretting ever coming up with the idea of picking her up to the top. It's true I can carry her easily, but not while trying to go upstairs to a place I barely was able to get to without losing my breath a few times. Although it's all worth it when I feel her squeezing my shoulders with her arms while managing to give small pecks on my temple randomly. 

The city of Seoul has never looked as pretty as it is right now that she's looking at it from the top with a bright smile. After putting my hands inside the pocket of my leather jacket, I open it and hug her from behind, covering part of her body with the fabric. 

—I'm so happy to be here with you —she confesses, eyes still fixed on the small lights in the buildings far away. 

And while I'd want to answer back straight away, I get lost on her side profile and the way her eyes are shining even brighter than the lights lighting up the place. 

—I'm definitely happier.

She frowns when she hears me saying that, turning to me for a brief second before her eyes go back to the landscape. 

—You always have to win —she pretends to be annoyed, rolling her eyes with her comment. 

—I won with you though —I kiss her neck—. You've given me the best year of my life. 

—And there's many more ahead —she assures me—. Together though. Because if you leave, you'll be miserable. 

—Who says?

—You won't? —when she turns to me, she looks upset. 

—Babe, I was messing around —I try to hug her back, but she steps back. 

—So you're saying you won't feel sad if we ever break up? That's what I am to you? Someone you can get over?

—It's not like that...

Everything I was getting ready to say, all the comforting words I was going to air out to calm her down and make her feel good, got stuck in my throat when I saw her mischievously smiling at me. 

—I was kidding —she playfully pushes me—. I thought this was the best place to pull a scene. It's very k-drama-like. 

—Remember me to stop you from watching any of those shows when we get back home —I beg her. 

—You should've seen your face —she cackles, pointing at me—. You were like "It's not like that".

Her features exaggerate to mock mine, before they go back to their nature as she laughs and giggles at my reaction. And even if she's being the most annoying right now, I can't help but smile right now. 

—I was just messing with you, love —she squeezes my side with two of her fingers—. Besides, I still had to get back at you for what you did to me at the hospital.

—You still remember that? —my eyes open wide at her confession.

—Of course I do. I was worried about you, and you were playing around with something so delicate. Who in their sane mind would do something like that?

—How can you be so rancorous? 

—I'm not.

—And you bring this up on my birthday? —I raise my eyebrow— What was even the reason for it? You thought it was fun?

—Kook —she tries to reach for my hand—, I was just messing around. I didn't want to upset you.

She doesn't have time to finish her own sentence, because she tries to hide her face on my chest while her arms wrap tight around my waist. 

—I didn't want to start anything, seriously —I hear her whining. 

—Gotcha, baby —I whisper in her ear—. You really thought you'd get at a Korean to roleplay a k-drama?

—You asshole —she pushes me away suddenly, annoyed at my comment—. I was feeling bad for you.

—I know. Your voice started shaking like it always does when you get nervous —I move my thumb over her lower lip, but Y/n moves her head away—. You know I love you, even if your rancorous ass messes things up. 

I forced her in for a hug, hiding her face back on my chest while I wrap my arms around her tight to keep her from stepping away. 

—I'm not.

—Shh, baby. It's okay —I play with her hair—. I love you anyways. 

—You know I'm really considering what are the pros of loving you right now —she answers, still not hugging me. 

—I'm husband material —I whisper—. I cook, I clean, I'm attentive, I'm cute and sexy, I fuck you just about right...

—Yeah, and you're so humble, too. Don't forget that. 

We both just giggle at the same time I sway her body in my arms, encouraging her to wrap her arms around me under the jacket. I hear her breathing deeply, calming herself down at the same time my palm finds its way to her nape. 

—I do really really love you though —she finally whispers. 

—I do really really love you, too, cocktease —I kiss her forehead—. Thank you for being around and sharing your life with me. 

—I know I don't say it a lot, but you make me feel really lucky —I can feel her smiling against my chest—. You made all the wait worth it, almost as if I was destined to meet you at Tae's pub. I can't imagine what my life would be like if you hadn't been there, and I don't want to know. 

—Thank you for letting me under your skin, cocktease —I whisper.

She scoffs at that comment, hiding her face even more -if possible- on my body. It's not like we hated our guts from the very beginning, but I can't imagine how things would've worked if we hadn't had all those small bickerings we had at the beginning.

Probably we wouldn't be here right now. 

—Babe —she calls me.

—Hmm?

—Why don't we get married?

The way she so casually drops the question makes me step back to be able to look at her and make sure she isn't joking. She actually seems serious. Or, more like, neutral. As if she hadn't asked something so serious. 

—Married? Married like...

—Soo and Mark —she shrugs—. Married with papers and rings, and the whole ceremony, yes. 

I squint my eyes, still thinking she's pulling another joke at me. 

—Your parents are living in New York, and my parents aren't so far away either. Or, like your mother said, we could do it somewhere in between so it's equal for everybody. 

—You talked about this with my mother? 

—She was the one who brought it up a few months ago —she confesses.

While I try to process the fact that my mother and Y/n are so close to be discussing this without my knowing about it, I see she's still talking about it. 

—I also talked about this with your father —I interrupt her—. And we even found the perfect place for it. 

—You talked about this with my father? —she mirrors my previous reaction. 

—It was during one of those barbecues a few weeks ago. I told him how serious I was about you, and asked him how he would feel if we ever decided to go further. We're already living together, you know, so the next step would be to make it completely official. And he said there was no one else he could imagine you ending up with, and then he started giving me all those ideas on how to propose and stuff. 

—So we both had this conversation with each other's parents —she sums up. 

—What was your conclusion?

—I do want to marry you —she nods, smiling big while those words left her lips. 

—I do want to marry you, too —I'm unable to hold back my lips from curving—. We need to start saving money. 

—Yeah, maybe it'd be a better idea to have this conversation in a few months. We're still recovering from the car, and also the trip. Let's give it two or three months.

I hug her again while chuckling.

—Do you realize how unromantic this was? 

—It wasn't the official proposal. This doesn't count —she assures me—. Today we'll focus on something else. 

I don't know what she's talking about when she unhangs the bag from her back, looking for something in it. Although I fight to control my expression when she turns around with a candle lit on a Bungeoppang.

So this is what she wanted it for. 

—Make a wish, birthday boy —she encourages me. 

I look into her eyes, seeing my whole future in them while I think what's the best wish I could ask for right now. 

Let's have a healthy life together, cocktease.

After I blow the candle, she takes it away from the pastry and hands it to me. I've mentioned several times how much I loved this when I was living here, and how I'd lose count of how much money I've spent buying this whenever I wanted a snack, so I'm not surprised she bought it before we got here to celebrate my special day. 

—I don't know if the owner of the shop found me ridiculous or endearing while trying to speak Korean, but...

—Thank you, cocktease.

I eat half of it, because I know that Y/n will probably want the other half once she tastes it -even if she never even thinks of asking, because this is supposedly for me only. We hold hands, walking around the place until we see all the locks hanging on the walls. 

I remember when I was younger I always thought I'd do this with my girlfriend, and that that would mean I'd be with that person forever, but not a single time since I started dating I ever thought of seriously putting a lock here with neither of the girls I dated. It might seem dumb for some, but there's a reason why you close the lock and throw away the key. That love should last forever, just like some of the locks here have been hanging for decades. There's no point of making such a promise with someone you aren't sure you will end up with. 

She squeezes my fingers, that are intertwined with hers, getting my attention back on her.

—We didn't propose, but let's hang a lock —she seems so excited while saying it.

—As an unofficial proposal? —she quickly nods at my question. 

—This is our ring in Korea —she brings up the lock she used for her suitcase—. I'll buy a new one tomorrow —she adds, aware of the way I'm smiling. 

—This is the unofficial promise that we will get married.

—When we have more money —she adds. 

We both find the right spot, managing to hang the lock together and closing it. Inevitably, I end up hugging her from the back when we're done, walking with her up close while she just giggles and cackles at how clingy I am. 

—Let's get to the hotel —I whisper in her ear. 

She suddenly stops before we can even make our way to the stairs, back to the route where we came from and turns her head at me. 

—But let's take the car cable now, please. 

And while she sits next to me in the car cable, I'm aware of what love is like. It's the understatement of the small gestures that show how much you know that person, and the actions that lead to make that person happy when you fill their needs without them having to say a word. It's on how the space seems so filled with their energy, that you don't need anyone else but that person. And it took me so long, but I finally found the person I'm able to feel that way with. She always manages to make me feel all types of emotions, so passionately and intensely that sometimes I even doubt they're real. 

She's the love of my life. I know. 

I will just be forever grateful I got to annoy her to the point of getting under her skin, but also having her under mine with no previous warning. 

Thank you all so much for all the support and love you've shown to this story!!

[kasiawo]

House of Wax tattoo au lives in my brain rent free, Bo and Vinny starting their art journey with Lester as the practice dummy, and Lester handling all the body piercing their clients want. ID: Illustration: House of Wax characters Lester, Bo and Vincent Sinclair sitting in front of their tattoo shop with their dog Jonesy.

[bazpango]

The Cover Up - TattooAU - Ch 7

4k words | rated E | A03 link

[whiskeybottlebullshit]

I picked a few for him. All based on the TattooAU @v0rtex-sys

@steppingonclouds

Tag game time baby

Ok here are the rules:

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5: Tag some moots

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[frozenprocedural]

Something Borrowed

Yeah, yeah, Elsarik week ended a week ago. Such is my life.

Alarik belongs to @patricia-von-arundel. Follow-up to this story.

Borrowed

Rating: K

"Kristoff! Where is your toolbox!?" 

"In my truck, like it always is, but Anna, why…?"

Anna came stomping down the hallway, the look of fury on her face causing Kristoff to take a few steps back. What had he forgotten? He racked his brain, desperately trying to remember any important conversations or dates. 

"Because Alarik proposed to Elsa while they were alone! He promised me I'd get to see it!"

"Oh, that."

"Yeah, that!"

…………

3 days previous

"She's not here right now. She's doing an event downtown."

"I know…"

The strange tone in Alarik's voice made Anna look up. His face was uncertain, pinched, and he was wringing his hands, looking everywhere but at her. 

"Alarik, are you alright? Do you need me to call her? Is something wrong?"

Alarik put his hands up, and Anna fell silent, realizing she was rambling. "Everything is alright, I promise. I actually came… came to see you."

"Oh?" 

"Can we… can we go into your studio?" 

Anna couldn't keep herself from raising an eyebrow, but she led him back to her studio and closed the door. She motioned to the chair and pulled up one of her stools as Alarik sat down. He was still twitchy, not looking at her. 

"Alarik, what's going on? Because right now I'm finding it hard to believe it's 'nothing.'"

Alarik blew out a long breath, running a hand through his curls. He was shaking now, and his face was so pale that Anna was seriously worried he might pass out.

"IwanttoaskyourblessingtomarryElsa."

Anna blinked. "I think I heard Elsa's name in there, but otherwise I have no idea what you just said. Take a breath, buddy, you look like you're about to pass out. 

Alarik inhaled deeply, and on some instinct, Anna reached out and took his hands. He startled, but gave her a small smile. 

"Hey, whatever it is, I'm here, okay?"

Alarik nodded and heaved another breath. "Anna, I know in the end this is entirely Elsa's choice, but you are her sister, and it's only right that I ask…" He looked up, meeting her eyes for the first time. His were full of tears. "May I have your blessing to ask Elsa to marry me?"

It took Anna's brain a second to comprehend what he'd said, but then she was leaping from the stool and throwing her arms around him with a squeal. 

"I KNEW IT! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" 

Alarik wheezed, and Anna quickly loosened her grip, letting him breathe easier. She grinned at him sheepishly.

"Sorry, but I've been waiting for so long to have you finally say that! Oh, I'm so excited for you both! Of course you have my blessing! Now, what's your plan? Are you going to take her somewhere romantic? Elsa doesn't do big crowds, and let's be honest, public proposals are awful. Maybe…"

"I really haven't gotten that far yet, to be honest. I know it's going to be small, but… I need to figure it out yet."

Anna clapped his shoulders. "You will. But I better get to witness it, or you are a dead man. Understand?" 

Alarik grinned. "I understand."

…………

"ALARIK IÓHAN GEATLAND! YOU ARE DEAD, YOU HEAR ME!? DEAD!"

Elsa looked over at Alarik- they were spending their lunch break together- with wide eyes. "What did you do!?"

Before he could answer, Anna burst into the back room, her face a mask of fury. Alarik yelped and tried to get away, but there was nowhere to go. Anna had him cornered. 

"YOU. PROMISED. ME!" Anna punctuated each word with a jab to the chest. "YOU PROMISED ME THAT I WOULD GET TO SEE IT! AND WHAT DO YOU DO? YOU GO OFF AND PROPOSE WHEN YOU'RE ALL ALONE!"

"I'm sorry! But when Elsa showed me her tattoo…"

"Oh, do not bring me into this." Elsa muttered, returning to her lunch. Her initial look of panic had been replaced by one of amusement. Alarik whimpered when Anna leaned in close.

"You owe me."

"Gourmet chocolates?"

"To start. I'll figure out the rest later. And you'd better believe that I'm in charge of the wedding." Without waiting for a response, Anna spun on her heel and marched out the door.

After a moment of silence, Alarik turned to Elsa. "Anna's going to lord that over me for the rest of my life, isn't she?"

"Oh, most definitely."

[kngminho]

closed for; @kngjinwoo 

minho was pacing in front of jinwoo’s door at this point as he typed on his phone in response to mina’s texts. he could hear jinwoo and yubin whisper arguing behind the door, and it was only tiring at this point. his feet hurt. “just open the door already, god damn. it’s not that hard to turn a knob, is it?” he sighed, shoulders slumping as he stood in front of the door again. suddenly, the door finally opened and he saw jinwoo standing there, and figure behind him running to another room. he figured it was yubin. “... hey.” he swallowed the hard lump in his throat. “i just wanted to talk... i couldn’t wait until tomorrow...” 

[gothdabi]

i love u

kisses u on the mouth platonically but homoerotically

[minetteenfers]

TatChat sketch 2020. I am currently really sick and decided to draw TatChat from my old fanfic, Le Noir Tattoo, to destress. I hope you are all safe and healthy!

[commanderboxers]

The TattooAU strikes once again, now introducing Noctis

[whiskeybottlebullshit]

@v0rtex-sys I uh… I had notes… that I forgot about…

This isn’t all of it… part 2 to be posted in a sec…

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 39

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 11 minutes

I roll on the bed, letting my arm fall lazily over her side of the bed, just to find it empty. I move my head up suddenly, only finding her sheets wrinkled and messed up towards the edge of the mattress. I stay in silence for long enough to hear some clicking metallic sounds coming from outside -probably the kitchen. 

As I step outside with a new pair of boxers, the smell of warm bread flies in the air. And I can't help but feel my stomach grunting in response automatically. Although something else also wakes up when I see her body in front of the door, only covered with one of my t-shirts, while she's concentrating on cutting something . 

My arms reach her body as if she had some type of magnetic pull in them, moving down the white fabric so I'm able to touch her skin directly while my lips shower her shoulder and neck with kisses until I reach her jaw. Her head instinctively moves to the side, allowing me to do what I want to do right now. 

—What are you preparing? —I rest my chin on her shoulder.

—Coffee, toasts —she points to the apples and the grapes—, and I wanted to cut some fruit, too. I wanted to do it before you woke up.

—Should I go back to bed and pretend I saw nothing?

—You should —she starts peeling one of the two apples—. You ruined the surprise.

Still thinking we aren't close enough, I move my hands over her hips, until my arms are wrapped around her waist, with my body fully glued to her -as it should- and my chin resting at the top of her head. 

—Babe, I can't move further from you now. Sorry —I hug her even tighter, making her cackle.

I tap her belly when I see her cutting the big grapes in two, asking her to give me some while she's at it. Raising her hand over her head, she gives me a full one before she gets to cut it. 

—Hmm, it's so sweet —I munch on the fruit, cheering and moving lightly, and also making her body move with mine. 

—Is it? —she looks back at me— Let me taste it.

Leaning in, I link her lips with mine in a soft kiss as soon as I get the chance. Fuck the grape, her mouth tastes even sweeter when she rolls her tongue on mine. Y/n turns on her feet, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me closer.

The rub of her belly against me, mixed with the soft gasps that leave her lips every time our tongues touch make me groan in a needy way. 

I don't even want breakfast anymore. 

—I'm starving —I whisper when we break the kiss.

—I won't take long.

I chuckle, pinching her chin before I lean over her again, rubbing her lips on mine. 

—I'm not starving for food.

My fingers tangle on the elastic of my boxers -that are now wrapped around her hips-, sliding them down her legs until they fall around her ankles. She doesn't stop me. Instead, she kicks the boxers away without taking her eyes off me. I lift her body, laying it on the counter and feeling her whole body squirm at the first contact with the cold surface. Although I want to see that same reaction over something else. 

I kneel in front of her, digging my tongue and lips through her folds with no previous preparation and no teasing. Her breath gets faster when I twirl my tongue around her clit, and she tries to find support on the counter and my head -pushing my bangs away while her palm finds its resting place at the back. She looks so beautiful when she's trying to control herself, pressing her lips together and fighting her own eyes from closing whenever I look up to her. 

I slide two fingers inside, moving them rhythmically in and out. Just hearing the squeaks and her whines got me hard and ready for her, the bulge fighting the fabric of my boxers while looking for freedom. 

—I can't get enough of you —I kiss her inner thigh, still moving my fingers.

—I know —she opens her eyes—, and I really need you to fuck me now.

I help her take the t-shirt off with my free hand, going instantly at her breasts to capture one of her hard nipples with my lips. The fingers of my right hand keep being knuckles deep in her, feeling her inside squeezing my digits tight every time I move them, while I add my thumb on her clit to the reasons why she's a moaning mess right now. 

I move my hand away and let go of her nipple, biting the space in between her two breasts and getting ready to thrust in her. When I'm ready to lining myself to her entrance, I'm aware there's nothing covering me right now. 

—Fuck, the condom —I mutter.

Y/n cackles at my reaction, just watching me running out of the kitchen and seeing me back with the bright wrapping in between two of my fingers. I barely take any time to slide my boxers down and wrap myself around the latex. 

Her warmth hugs me tight the second I thrust inside, making me feel a bit like heaven when I'm fully inside. 

—You feel so good —I moan, once I'm balls deep in her pussy.

I sway my hips, holding her by her thighs to keep her spread and as close to my body as possible. She holds onto my shoulders, moving her hips against mine to moan a bit louder when she gets the friction she was looking for in between our bodies. 

—Kook —her voice cracks, breathing into me when I lean closer just to trace her lips with my tongue—, you fuck me so good.

She's the only thing I can focus on right now. The way her eyebrows are slightly frowned while she's trying hard to keep her eyes on me, head up straight while the rest of her body bounces every time I move against her. 

—Fuck, sorry.

Y/n screams when she's aware of that third voice, and my heart jumps at my throat when I'm aware of who's the owner of said voice. Before I'm able to react, Y/n hides her face on my chest, hugging tight to my body. 

—I had the earphones on —I see Mark's worried expression when I look at him over my shoulder—, and you never bring girls here... I'll wait for you outside.

She looks at me, moving her hands away from her face when we hear the front door closing. And I just sigh, letting my head fall heavily on her shoulder, while thinking deeply it's time I take the keys away from both Mark and Soo. 

—I forgot he'd come to pick me up today.

—You think he saw me?

—I don't know —I kiss her neck—. He never uses those fucking keys, and decided to use them today —I mutter annoyed.

While I know Mark will tease the shit out of me once I step outside, I think it's something Jungkook from the future should worry about. At least that's what I think when I see her snake necklace shining and falling perfectly on the valley of her breasts.

—Where were we?

—You were leaving —she giggles when I whine annoyed—. Don't act like we don't have a lot of time to actually do this —she pecks my lips.

We do. But I'll still kill Mark when I see him. 

✸ ✸ ✸

Y/n moves nervously when she stops at the front door, walking in circles as I make my way to her after parking the motorbike nearby. 

I knew all her confidence when she mentioned she wanted to tell our friends about us was temporary. While lying on the couch, just cuddling into each other watching a movie, she raised her head and looked at me, saying how she wanted to have a normal relationship, how she found no reason to keep hiding what we had going on from our friends. She smiled so wide when I agreed with her, and now she's close to having a heart attack. 

I get it though. First big group of friends, first serious boyfriend she has to introduce... It's normal that she's nervous. It's something new for her. 

I give her a smile, walking to her before I wrap my arms around her shoulders, trying to calm her down. 

—Why are you so nervous?

—What if Soo hates me for dating you? What if she thinks I only became friends with her to get close to you?

—Was that what happened? —I joke— Cocktease, she won't think any of those things. I bet she'll go crazy when she knows you're the girl I've been talking about.

And she indeed went crazy when I told her the real reason for the gathering when I called her this morning. She started to plan double dates, family holidays and shit I've never heard her saying when I dated Leslie. I even had to stop her at some point to remind her she supposedly doesn't know anything about us, so she should play it cool when we tell her. And she agreed to it, only because she didn't want to upset Y/n.

So, Soo hating Y/n? If confessing our relationship might do something, it'll be bringing them closer. 

I kiss her forehead, allowing her to lead the way inside the pub. Our group is already inside, talking loudly and laughing at their own jokes when they see us arriving together. I have to keep gesturing to Soo to slow down and keep her excitement to herself when she starts smiling a bit too big. 

We hang out like we usually do, it's all jokes and laughs, and slowly our big group divides into two without realizing -and until Melanie comes up with the key question.

—Jungkook, you said you had something to tell us —she gets my attention, interrupting my conversation with Mark—. When are you going to tell us?

—Well, actually... —I look at her, which makes everyone look at her as well— We have something to tell you.

I look at her, waiting for her approval and confidence to speak up. She slightly nods, hinting a tiny smile, but we're interrupted either way when Melanie speaks up. 

—You two are dating —Melanie simply says.

She looks at me surprised, and I look at her just the same way, before she moves her eyes back to our group of friends. Although my gaze instantly hooks with Soo, who shakes her head fast at my accusing look. 

—You knew? —Y/n asks.

—We all knew —Soo shrugs.

I'm going to kill her.

—For how long? —I try to play dumb, hoping Soo doesn't fuck it up. 

—Quite a while —Tammy answers now—. It's not like you two were great at hiding.

—Wait, you three knew? —Mark looks at my sister confused.

—I knew you had something going on when you showed up in the training and went straight to her —Soo answers, looking back at us—. And the other day at the hospital it just confirmed it for me.

I sigh deeply, feeling my heart rate going back to normal. 

—I knew about it last night —Mel puckers her lips—. I left something in the pub, and when I was returning there, I saw you two making out.

—I didn't know at a particular moment —Tammy shrugs—. When you were mad, she was mad. When Y/n was back at talking about the mysterious guy, you were back at talking about the mysterious girl. You also kept staring at each other whenever you were in the same place... I didn't know you were dating, but it was obvious there was something going on.

—Wait —Mark says—, so you are the one I saw this morning?

I close my eyes, wishing he hadn't brought that up. Y/n's head rests on my shoulder as she nods slowly. And thank god no one talks about it more than it should be talked about. 

—I can't believe you didn't tell me —I hear Soo's voice, forcing myself to look up and finding her walking to Y/n—.But oh my god, you two look so cute together —she comes to hug her.

—Soo, you'll scare her away.

And while I was trying to sound repressive, I smile big when she hugs Y/n tight and also raises her thumb to let me know everything is going well. 

Y/n looks calmer and more relaxed as I look at her from afar, while waiting for my drink. We should've done this way sooner. 

—Kook, it's been a while since I've seen you around —Brooke gets my attention.

—I've been coming quite often, just not when you are around —I simply state.

 —Are you still mad about what happened?

—You mean when you took a picture of my girlfriend without her consent, and tried to play a narrative that was convenient for you? —Brooke's lips tremble at my tone— Yes, I'm still mad. You crossed a limit you shouldn't have crossed. Just be thankful I didn't tell Tae what you do instead of working. 

When the other waiter hands me my beer, I walk back to where our group of friends are sitting, wrapping my arm on Y/n's shoulder and kissing her temple to make her aware of my presence. 

I was dying to act like this. 

—Everything okay? 

—Everything okay, babe —I answer. 

Later into the night, she and Mel go together to the bathroom, and it's when Soo approaches me excitedly. I knew she was waiting for the perfect timing. 

—You're so cute together —she shakes my arm—. My little brother is so in love —I move away when she pinches my cheek—. Now, seriously. I'm really happy for you two —she assures me—. And I really hope you two last for as long as possible. I want to go to a wedding. 

—You might go to a wedding —I mutter, taking a sip of my beer. 

Before Soo can even ask what I'm talking about, Mel comes back to the table by herself, something that makes Soo and I ask about Y/n. 

—She's asking for a refill. 

We both look over our shoulders to where Y/n is, and we both are well aware of what's going on between her and Brooke. I don't need to look at my girlfriend to know, it's enough with Brooke's intimidated expression. 

—No wonder she's your girlfriend —Soo breathes. 

—That's my girl —I shrug. 

—Good for her though. It was about time someone put a stop to Brooke. 

I frown at Soo's comment, making her almost choke on her drink when she tried to explain herself. 

—You were the only one who didn't notice how she threw herself at you constantly —she rolls her eyes. 

When I look back at the counter, Y/n is already making her way back to the table with a satisfied smile. 

—I just cleared some things up —she simply answers when I ask her what happened. 

I smile proud, bringing her closer to me to give her a kiss on her shoulder. Yep, this is indeed my girl. 

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Ghost Crew TattooAU

 Throwing out the idea of an AU where everyone gets tattoos when something significant happens in their life, kind of like Maui from Moana. They cannot be removed or erased in any way, and they appear without warning on any part of the body. That way you can have heaps of fun reveals, stories, angst, fluff etc. Some examples I thought up were:

Kanan recieving a Jedi Symbol on his forehead when he is knighted.

Hera having a phoenix in flight on her back.

Ezra having a whip tattoo coiling up one arm from possible enslavement when he was on his own.

Sabine having the Imperial Insignia somewhere on her body which she desperately tries to conceal.

Zeb having the Royal Lasan Family symbol over his chest.

 Pretty much, if something significant happens to someone, a tatto depicting that event will appear. This could mean happy or sad events, which means there's plently of opportunity for angst and/or fluff etc. I'm going to use the tag tattooAU in the future, as I have plans for some art/fics (such as order 66 for Kanan as an example).

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A Bird In The Hand

by sysrae (AO3)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Oneshot

Word count: 4k

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Derek and Stiles have been dating for two months, but Laura is still suspicious.

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Le Noir Tattoo is back!! (Links: fanfiction.net-https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12853172/1/Le-Noir-Tattoo and AO3-https://archiveofourown.org/works/14452242/chapters/33385506 )

Le Noir Tattoo was a popular tattoo shop in Paris. People traveled from around the world to get a tattoo from the infamous Chat Noir. It was a black cat themed shop. The floors were a matte black stone and the walls were flat black. Each tattoo artist’s art covered the walls around their stations. Two bright neon green cat eyes greeted you on the entrance wall behind a giant grey front desk.

Chat Noir sat at his station drawing up his next client’s tattoo. It was a traditional styled ladybug with multiple black spots and a quote from a famous designer was inscribed beneath it in an elegant font. Chat Noir was known for his text art abilities and his traditional style. He was flexable of course and could mold to any style a client asked for, but he specialized in old school traditional tattoos and script.

Bullet For My Valentine blasted through the speakers and he bobbed his head to the song, Tears Don’t Fall.

“Chat, your clients here!” Nino called out from the front desk and he looked up from his drawing.

“Thanks, man.” Chat set his red pencil down and stood up from his black bar stool.

He walked into the front area and held out his hand towards the client. “I’m Chat Noir. I’m almost done drawing up your piece. You can come sit in my station while I finish it up. Marinette , right?” He had talked with her on the phone previously to get a feel for her style and what she was looking for and to give her a price point.

She took in his tight black jeans, black deep v-neck tee, and black converse. He had a full sleeve tattoo on his left arm done in primarily black ink with accents of neon green. Both of his ears were pierced with 10mm black gauges and he had a silver septum piercing. His blonde hair was styled messy and hung slightly into his eyes. His eyes were the greenest she’d ever seen and her heart faltered.

Chat raised an eyebrow at the girl in front of him with his arms crossed across his chest. “You okay?”

The girl appeared to be around his age… in her late twenties. She had midnight blue hair and it was past her shoulders. Her black shadowed eyes were shockingly blue and sparked in the light of the shop. Her lips were a deep burgundy and her ears were pierced with red 8mm gauges. She wore tight fitted crimson skinny jeans with a form fitting black t-shirt. His eyes fell to her mouth, as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

He found himself licking his lips, distracted by her. “I’m sorry. D-did you w-want to sit down and wait for me to finish up your tattoo?” Chat pointed behind him towards his work station with his thumb. She noticed that his nails were painted with black nail polish and that it was chipped at the edges.

The girl shook her head. “Uh- yeah, sure.” She nervously tangled her fingers together in front of her and watched his back, as he lead her to his area.

He pulled the chair out that he was going to use for her and she sat on it.

Chat groaned, as he sat back on his bar stool. He stretched his arms behind his head and sighed. “So. We’re putting this on your right shoulder blade?”

“Yes.” The girl smiled.

“Alright, have you ever had a tattoo before?” Chat peered at her. He always wanted to know what he was dealing with.

Marinette nervously shook her head. “No, this is my first one.”

“Alright, Well, I’ll finish drawing this up. Then we’ll set you up. I’ll transfer the template onto your skin. Then we’ll start with making a dot before I do the outline. That way if you can’t handle the pain… you don’t have a half assed tattoo on your shoulder.” Chat laughed and spun his stool so that he faced her piece he was finishing up.

“Can I look at it?” Marinette peered over at him from her seat.

“If you like. It’s not finished yet, obviously.” Chat laughed and moved his hand to show her.

Her eyes sparkled and she suddenly smiled over at him. Her face was meer inches from his. “It’s beautifully drawn and perfect! Thank you, Chat. You really are as good as they say.”

Chat chuckled and waved his hands over his drawing. “Wait, wait, wait! You haven’t even seen it tattooed on your skin yet. Hold the compliments till after it’s actually finished on you.”

Marinette smiled and sat back down. “Can’t wait.”

Chat shook his head and went back to finishing her piece. Something about this girl was gonna stay in his mind for days, maybe even weeks. IF he could even get her out of his shop. He might just make her stay. He smirked at the thought and a blush went to his cheeks.

Song: Tears Don’t Fall by Bullet for my Valentine