5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

#63 Tattoos

Ashton: He asks it one day, causing you to nearly choke on the water that had just passed your lips. “M-matching tattoos?” You cough, staring wide-eyed at his stoic expression as you sit in the sunlit cafe. He shrugs. “Yeah, why not?” I’ve heard lots of couples get them done, and now that we’re getting pretty serious, I was thinking we should get one. A small one, though. “Nothing too drastic.” He has a mischievous glint in his eye by now and his lips curl up in to a smirk. You set down your water and lean over on your elbows as you glance at him through your lashes. “You think I couldn’t handle it?” You prod and he sits back in his chair, his smirk growing wider at your offended expression. “As a matter of fact, no.” I don’t think you could.” You stand up from your seat before grabbing his hand and heading towards the nearest tattoo shop. “We’ll see about that.”

Luke: “Why are you so interested in getting a tattoo?” He asks, causing you to look up from the book of tattoos you’re skimming. “I mean, someone who’s not so keen on needles wanting to get a tattoo is a bit out of the ordinary, don’t you think?” You shrug and return to your book, flipping to the page where your favorite tattoos are: quotes. Something about being able to look down and see a quote that means so much to you is alluring. “I’ve always wanted to get one of the phrases that complete me. You know, the one that you feel is just you in word form? That’s what I want.” His blue eyes scan the photos in the book and you can see him struggling to keep the frown from settling on his face. “I didn’t say I was getting it soon, Luke. “Just that I want it someday.” You whisper and he relaxes immediately. “Good,” He breathes softly, his lips ghosting across your collarbone. “Because your body is beautiful just the way it is.”

Calum: “Holy shit,” You breathe, staring at the black ink that decorates his collarbone. The fact that he now has a tattoo is unbelievably hot to you, and the meaning behind it is all the more special. “What don’t you like it?” His face falls and he pulls his shirt back to cover the tattoo, and you’re left staring at the blue cotton. Your eyes flicker up to his and once you see the hurt in them, you realize how your statement sounded. “No, no - that’s not what I meant. I think it’s really hot, actually.” His frown breaks in to a smile and he pulls himself above your body as you lay on the bed, pinning your arms above your head and looking down at you. “Hot, eh?” His mouth hovers above yours and when he speaks your lips brush together, teasing you, making you squirm beneath him. “Unbelievably hot.” You whisper before you capture his lips in a rough kiss.

Michael: “You didn’t have to do this, babe...” He whispers, running his fingertips over the words that stretch across your ribs. You shake your head, smiling up at him. “Yes, I did, because we don’t just love each other to the moon - we love each other to the moon and back. It completes the phrase.” You say, gesturing to the tattoo on his arm and the two words on your ribcage, the complementing pieces of the phrase. He smiles brightly and kisses the script on your skin before trailing his way back to your lips, capturing them in a soft and loving kiss. “I love it, babe. No, I’m in love with you - with the way you’re so willing to do things to make others happy, no matter what the cost is, and your endless generosity. I love you so much, Y/N. To the moon.” He whispers, kissing your nose gently. “And back.” You giggle and recapture his lips in a kiss.