You’re envious. Tristian basically went on a tattoo spree the other week after stalking your TikTok acc and seeing that you reposted a video listing things you’d like in a guy’s appearance: and one of them read “tats.”

That was his motivation; now he was yours. You’ve always wanted to get one despite the warnings your parent(s) told you about—but you’re practically grown, so fuck it.

Tristian agreed to take you to the shop he went to for all of his tats. While his encouragement was appreciated, you were still frightened and highly antsy. So Tristian talked to the tattoo artist and struck an agreement to stand next to you, hand in hand, while you got your first tat. “It’ll look beautiful on you atún.” he comforted, calling you tunny in Spanish