• Tattoos • (kellic)

-chapter 2-

*Kellin's Pov*

"There you go," I smile, wiping the man's, Ronnie, tattoo I just finished one last time. "you're done." He got up carefully, going to the mirror and inspecting it. 

"It's sick, man! I fucking love it." I smiled at him, proud of my work. It's been 2 weeks since I moved to America and I've been tattooing here for a week. Like back in Australia, my strong points in tattooing were Realism and American Traditional. 

I can honestly say, I really like it here in America, a lot different from Australia, though. Americans are weird, I'll tell you that. 

After Ronnie left, I cleaned up my area a bit, before checking the time. I had another appointment with someone today at 4:00. Walking out to the front desk, I saw three guys sitting on the couch. Two were covered in tattoos, the one with sunglasses arm wrapped around the one with a snap back. The other was a boy with brown, curly hair just past his shoulders, wearing all pastel clothes. 

Hell, his clothes were adorable. His eyes were fixated on his white platforms. I walked over to him, waiting to catch his gaze, until his eyes wandered up my body to meet my eyes. I couldn't help but to notice how nice his chocolate eyes and caramel skin was. 

He sprung up, extending his hands toward me, "Hey, I'm Vic." I smiled. Over the past two weeks, I've heard a lot of American accents, but his was just too cute. 

"Hello, love. I'm Kellin, I'll be tattooing you today." I got slightly distracted when he sunk his perfect teeth into his pink bottom lip in a nervous manner. I blinked rapidly, "So, what were you thinking of getting today?" 

I saw him falter a bit, before he spoke up with confidence, "Oh, I wanted to get Stay Strong tattooed right here." He lifted up his pink sweater, revealing faded white lines. My heart shattered. I gently picked up his wrist, dying to just lean down and kiss his scars, I already knew the skin wasn't anywhere near scarred enough to not tattoo, but I just wanted to hold his arm. 

These were the things that seriously made me wonder. How could amazing, beautiful people do this to themselves. I mean, this boy was gorgeous! "Yeah, yeah, of course, love. What font were you thinking of?" 

He told me everything I needed to know, before I left to the back to go sketch up what he wanted. I could tell this really meant a lot to Vic, so I made sure to make it absolutely perfect. I didn't take that long since it was such a small tattoo.

Coming back out, I show Vic the stencil, smiling wide when his features lit up, bringing his pastel nail-covered hands to his mouth, "I fucking love it already, thank you so much!"

Really, I think that was a really big reason for me to love being a tattoo artist; peoples reaction to your work. They know this will be on them forever, and they give you this sort of trust to do that to them. Maybe I'm thinking it over to much, but it's just a really special part of my job to me. 

"Ready to get tattooed?" I grinned. Vic blushed, "Hold my purse, Tony." He gave his cute, pink purse to the guy with the snap back. I led Vic to the leather chair where he would sit. He carefully tried to sit down, stumbling a bit, but I took his hand. 

"Oh, careful, love," I chuckled. He blushed, mumbling, "Sorry, these shoes are really big." He chuckled sheepishly, getting comfortable in the chair. I sat in the stool next to him, flicking on the small floodlight and putting on my black gloves. 

While getting everything ready, I tried to spark conversation, "So, is this your first tattoo?" By the looks of it, it didn't seem like he had any tattoos. At the same time, he was wearing a sweater. 

"Oh, yeah. Can't you tell I'm nervous as hell?" he smiled softly, fiddling his fingers. "Just relax, it'll be worse if you're tensing up and freaking out," I reassure, getting the stencil and grabbing his wrist gently. Making sure I applied it perfectly, I deemed it as acceptable, and got my tattoo machine, dipping it in ink. 

"You ready?" 

His eyes bulged at the machine in my hand, it was so cute. "I promise you it won't be too bad, this will be over in 15-30 minutes, tops." 

"Sorry, sorry. Okay, let's do this." I squeezed his hand for comfort, before bringing the needle to his skin. He winced, as I began dragging the needle across his perfect skin. I saw his eyes begin to water, so I took the needle away and dipped it in more ink. 

"I'm sorry," I pout, bringing it back to his skin. "It's okay." I felt kind of bad that this was hurting a lot, but I knew he'd love the outcome.

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30 minutes later, I was all done, as I took off my gloves, giving Vic a big smile, "All done, princess." He got up from his seat, grinning from ear to ear. He looked down at his wrist, gasping. "Holy fuck, this is amazing! It's literally exactly what I wanted. Thank you so much, Kellin!"

He ran into my arms, attacking me with a hug, lifting one of his legs while doing so. Fuck, he was cute. I hugged back, laughing. Really, this tattoo was nothing. I've done much more intricate and time-consuming things, but I guess the sentimental meaning behind this tattoo was a huge aspect for him as well. 

"No problem." I watched his legs stride over to the mirror as he admired how he looked with it. I stood with my arms crossed, watching him smile in adoration at the new art decorating his wrist. My gaze fell to his butt, gnawing on my bottom lip at the sight. 

"Thank you, again. It's perfect," he gushed, coming closer and pressing his soft, plump lips to my cheek in a kiss. For once, I was the one who blushed, wishing he would do that again. You see, I've never been in a serious relationship. Everyone was too intimidate of me for some reason? Sure, I've got a lot of tattoos and a face full of metal, but that doesn't make me a bad guy.

We both went to the front desk, where Vic took out his wallet to pay for the tattoo. This was really a 50-60 dollar tattoo, so I did what my gut told me; I grabbed his hand, stopping him. Although, I knew this was coming out of my pay check, I did it anyway. 

"Don't worry about it, love. It's on the house." His eyes filled with pure innocence and confusion, "Oh no, I couldn't let you do that."

I shook my head, refusing to back down, "This tattoo means a lot to you, I can tell. So consider this a gift from me to you," I smiled, brushing some hair away from my face. 

He looked guilty but smiled none the less, "Thank you, it means so much." He leant forward again, kissing my cheek, making my eyelids flutter. I felt his long nails brush against my hand, placing something in it, before saying goodbye and scurrying out of the shop with his what I assume are his friends. 

Minutes later of sitting there with warm cheeks, I looked down at my hand, seeing a small slip of paper, a series of numbers written in a glittery, pink pen. 

Fuck yes. 

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I'd like to thank @verticallimit379for for helping me with some questions with tattoos, also this might not be totally accurate because I still don't know shit about tattoos, lol. Kellin's outfit on top btw, except no eyebrow piercing coz there wasn't any space. 

Thanks for reading, doods. 

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