hi friends. how are y'all?

[update on this imagine: i originally had that pedo tattoo artist on here before all of it was discovered. since then, i've changed it bc that's a big no no.]

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you stood outside the familiar building with an unsure look on your face. "you've got to be kidding, right? it was a joke!"

ethan shook his head. "no no! it was real! let's go!" he took you by the arm and dragged you into the tattoo parlor where the tattoo artist sat at his station with his notebook in hand. "hey, tattoo artist who  is not a pedo!"

his head shot up with a smile as he stood up and greeted he both of you. "y/n, ethan! long time no see! how is my favorite couple doing?"

you give him a look. "we're best friends."

ethan nods. "yeah, what she said."

the tattoo artist rolls his eyes. "so, what can i do for you guys?"

ethan pulls out a drawing from the back of his pocket and hands it to him. he even awes at the sight of it. "so who gets what?"

"i'll get this," ethan points to one, "and y/n can have the other one. fair?"

you nod your head in agreement and the tattoo artist takes ethan to the chair. he shaves the area of skin above his ankle and traces the tattoo on a thin piece of paper before applying it to his skin.

"if you wanna back out, now is the time, friends."

ethan shook his head. "no, im down. let's do it." he reaches out to grab your hand when the tattoo artist starts to tatto him. he whimpers and bites his lip. "fuck, that hurts."

you laugh and squeeze his hand. "it's almost done."

"actually," he  interrupts. "it is done. there you go, dolan. your turn y/n." he discards the needle and choose a new one. he cleans the chair that ethan previously sat in and also shaved the area above your ankle.

you scoff. "i just shaved yesterday!"

he laughs. "not good enough apparently."

ethan observes his new tattoo in the mirror in awe. "i strangely like this."

you laugh and tell him to hold your hand. it was your first tattoo and you were nervous. the tattoo artist had to tell you to stop squirming multiple times.

"there! all done, finally." he cleans it off and ethan helps you stand as you walk to the giant mirror. your eyes dart down to your new tattoo and you gasp.

above your ankle was a small compass and on ethan's ankle was a small ship. it stood for your friendship. when he was lost, you were there to find him, and vice versa. it was truly the best tattoo you'd ever though of.