5sos imagines

Getting tattoos

Calum

I opened my eyes as I heard the bedroom door close, signalling that Calum was home. I continued to listen as I heard him getting undressed. I looked over my shoulder as I felt the bed dip.

"Go to sleep, baby." He mumbled as he gently peppered kisses along my jaw and neck. I closed my eyes as Calum's arm curled around my waist and pulled me closer. I gently ran my hand up and down his arm but my eyes shot open as I felt a patch of raised skin. I knew what that meant.

"Calum, what's your tattoo?" I asked as I turned around to face him.

"What?" he chuckled sheepishly.

"You've had enough new tattoos for me to know what your skin feels like after you get another one. So, what's your new tattoo?" I asked again. He sighed.

"It's a firework with your name as one of the flares." He admitted. I stared at him.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, we met at a fireworks' show, so-."

"No, Calum, you know what I mean." I spoke. He sighed again.

"I love you. And I thought it was time to add you to my collection." He shrugged.

"But tattoos are permanent, what if we break up or something-"

"That's not going to happen, baby, I promise." He reassured. I sighed and nodded.

"Go to sleep." He spoke. I nodded before curling into his body and closing my eyes again.

Luke

"Babe, have you ever considered getting a tattoo?" Luke asked as we lay in bed. I looked up at him.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"I was thinking that we could get matching tattoos." he spoke. My eyes widened at him.

"How would that work?" I questioned.

"I don't know. We pick a lyric from our song, I'll tattoo it onto you, and then I'll get Calum to tattoo it onto me." He shrugged, making me nod.

"Okay. Your shift at the tattoo parlour starts in two hours anyway, so let's do it." I spoke.

"Awesome." He smiled before sitting up. We headed to the tattoo parlour and started on the tattoos.

"Are we getting the same lyric?" I asked.

"No, how about I get "she sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home", and you get "I wish I was, I wish I was beside you." Luke suggested.

"Sure." I smiled. I winced as Luke started the tattoo. An hour later, I looked at Luke and my tattoos in the mirror.

"They look good." I nodded in approval.

"I'm glad you like it." Luke smiled.

"Of course I like it, you did it." I grinned.

"Shut up, you dork." He chuckled. I laughed as I kissed him.

Michael

I sat in the living room as Michael walked in, looking so nervous.

"What's wrong?" I asked as he sat down next to me.

"I have something to tell you." He gulped.

"You haven't cheated, have you?" I choked.

"Oh, my god, no! But I have a feeling that you would have preferred I had, to what the problem is." He muttered. I looked at his wedding finger and my eyes widened as his wedding ring wasn't on it.

"You lost your fucking wedding ring, didn't you?" I sighed.

"I'm sorry! I was doing the washing up with it on and when I dried my hands, it wasn't there anymore." He spoke.

"Michael." I groaned.

"But, it got me thinking. What would you think of getting matching ring tattoos on our wedding fingers?" he asked.

"I...that's actually not a bad idea." I admitted.

"Let's go." He smiled. A few hours had passed and I looked at my wedding finger, at the new tattooed wedding ring.

"You like it?" Michael asked as he curled his arms around my waist.

"I love it. It was actually a really good idea." I smiled.

"I'm not completely hopeless, babe." He chuckled.

"I know. You're just a bit hopeless." I teased.

"Hey." He laughed.

Ashton

I walked into the tattoo parlour and nervously looked around. I looked at the different designs that littered the wall.

"Can I help you?" I turned around to see Ashton stood there.

"Oh, hey, babe. You okay?" he asked, walking towards me.

"Um, yeah...I'm here for a tattoo." I gulped. His eyes widened.

"Baby, are you sure, tattoos are painful and permanent." He spoke. I scoffed as I looked at the tattoos that littered his arms. He mimicked my actions.

"Okay, I can see how that's hypocritical-let's get you set up." He smiled. I sat down as Ashton put latex gloves on.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I want "we'll never be as young as we are now" on my wrist." I spoke. He paused.

"You want my band's song lyric tattooed permanently on your body." He stated.

"Yes, Ash, we've been over this." I chuckled.

"Okay." He sighed as he started the tattoo. I hissed at the pain as the needle made contact with my wrist.

"It's okay, babe, it won't last long." He promised as he gently kissed my arm. After half an hour, the tattoo was complete.

"That wasn't so bad, now, wasn't it?" Ashton smiled.

"Yeah, but I'm not sure how you have the pain threshold to have two sleeves worth." I chuckled. He laughed before taking my wrist.

"I like it." He smiled before kissing the tattoo.