ㅤㅤMiles Morales-1610 x Reader short fic . . .
( No disclaimers, jus tattoo artist Miles )
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You were hanging out with your friends in a cozy café, having a sip of your caramel macchiato, chatting, just chilling and having an amazing time catching up with each other.
Then, one of your friends chimes "Hey, we should definitely get matching tattoos!" She suggests enthusiastically, as she shows a reference of the tattoo.
“Hmm... I don't know, what do you guys think?” Your other friend asks curiously, wondering what your responses and reactions would be.
You weren't surprised they agreed, they were always trying out new things, and you enjoyed it either way. New challenges were fun.
All of you split the bill in the café, getting up and leaving together, your friend sets a GPS to find a nearby tattoo shop, and surprisingly, there is one just a few meters away.
As all of you arrived at the tattoo shop, it had a huge neon sign that said ‘Lure’. Which was the name of the intricate tattoo shop.
The place seemed more lively rather than ominous, the artists were friendly and chatty as you all walked inside.
Your friend then sent the reference to your group chat, where you could all save it, you pulled out your phone and saved it, then went to one of the chairs near a tattoo artist.
“Yo, it's nice having you here, what kinda tattoo do you want?” Asked the tattoo artist.
He appeared a bit baby-faced and young, with a cute, fluffy fro and milk chocolate skin. His eyes were glinting and shiny.
You showed him the reference you downloaded from your friend. “This one... And... I want it on my forearm.” You uttered as he prepared his tools.
“Aight, this is just gonna be some slight discomfort, but I'm sure you'll get used to it.” He blurts with a soft smile as he readies the tattoo pen.
Gently, he starts to do his work, it was a bit unusual and you felt some discomfort, but overall, it wasn't as bad. You took a little glance at the tattoo artist, he was highly immersed and focused on his work, while also maintaining to be careful with you.
“Feelin’ okay?” He asks curiously, his gloved hand brushing against your skin.
“Yeah... Just a little discomfort. It's not that bad.” You respond, he lets out a little chuckle.
“That's nice. You're handling it pretty well.” He praises, then holding down your forearm gently so he could precisely illustrate.
“Most clients I come across whine sometimes... They always pick out the most agonizing spots to put their tattoos.” He talks with much curiousity and happiness.
“I just wanna ask... Is it a bit difficult to draw on skin rather than paper?” You questioned, as the two of you started a conversation.
“Kind of... It's like a balance.” He mumbles, you felt his free gloved hand hold yours, seemingly trying to hold it down, but it made your stomach fold a little.
You couldn't help but take a few peeks at him, he just looked adorable. And he couldn't help but notice. “Like what you see?” He teases, letting out a little chuckle.
“What if I say yes?” You mumbled, you heard him let out a soft, curious ‘hm’
“Can't blame ya” He jokes, then he takes some other colors to colorize your tattoo, bringing it to life.
“I feel like I've seen you somewhere before... I don't know where, I feel like it was in Flair.” He was referring to Flair, a coffee shop you often stay in when you're doing work on your laptop.
“Oh, I'm a regular there... I've never seen you around.” You wondered. “I guess I'm just too busy to look around.”
“Yeah... I never often go there, just on days when I feel like chillin’ out.” He shrugs, coloring the outline of your tattoo with much care.
“Are those girls you came with your friends? I could hear them all the way from here... They're a little loud. Don't tell them I said that.” He whispers the last sentence, you laughed a little, nodding right after.
“They're all chill to be with, but I do agree, they're a bit loud.” You remark, he then finally finishes up your tattoo, wiping a cloth across it.
“All done. How does it look?” He questions, wanting your opinion.
“Looks commendable, you're a great artist.” You compliment. “Thanks a lot, I'm not as confident in my work.” He chuckles softly.
“Here's my number if you want to reserve early... Or just y'know... Talk.” He winks, as if trying to hit you up, you accept the small paper with his number on it.
“Are you trying to hit me up or something?” You tease with a laugh. “Just tryna shoot my shot, you know how it goes.” He replies. “You are cute, maybe I might give you a chance.” You compliment once more, as he held up his fist for a fist bump, you reciprocated.
ㅤㅤㅤ Part 2 or nah? Comment y'all!
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And if there is ever anything wrong with the way I write Miles' appearance, please point it out. I'm not Black, so I'm not typically sure how to write black people.
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