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finelinefae · 4 months

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flower [tattooH x Innocenty/n]

synopsis: harry's the boy next door, he's also a tattoo artist aannd y/n's sexual awakening because she's an innocent virgin with a flower shop.

word count: 8.6k

content warnings: smut (fingering, daddy kink, praise kink, virgin Y/N)

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. . .

Y/N had been having a terrible week.

She owned a flower shop called 'Sweet Juniper' which had been hers for almost an entire year. It had been her dream to share her love of flowers with everybody so when she finally saved enough money to set up a shop, she worked tirelessly to make it the best possible floral shop the town had ever seen.

People would put in special requests if they needed flower arrangements for special occasions or others would just come by to just lift their mood a little bit if they were having a tough day. Y/N loved her customers and spent so much time chatting throughout the day all whilst tending to her plants.

But this week was not fun.

The shop next door had been empty for a long time now - ever since Y/N had set up shop. She lived in the flat above the shop so it was ideal not to have to handle any neighbours. But the past few weeks, decorators and construction workers had been making a lot of noise - fixing up the empty shop - which meant someone was moving in.

Y/N hadn't met them yet so she wasn't sure what the shop next door would be. The town was relatively quiet so she expected a bakery or maybe a clothing boutique. Only yesterday, with the shop all set up and ready to go, she found it to be nothing of the sort.

It was dark and music pulsed through the walls of her flower shop. The heavy bass made it sound like someone was trying to fight their way through the floorboards she had painted a very, very light pink.

Her customers had complained especially the older bunch. They had trouble concentrating whenever they tried to talk to her or hear her advice on what the best flowers were during the current autumn season.

So after a not-so-fun week and frequent visits to the corner shop to top up her headache medication, Y/N made the decision to confront her new neighbour and tell them exactly how she felt. She wasn't going to let her flower shop fail because of an inconsiderate, noisy fool.

Y/N flipped the sigh from 'open' to 'closed' and took off her apron which had her name in swirly handwriting embroidered onto the breast pocket. She took three deep breaths and mentally went through her speech. She wouldn't be unkind but she would be fair.

"You can do this Y/N," She said to herself before she exhaled and opened the door to walk five steps over to her next-door neighbour.

She hadn't seen the shop properly since the decorating was completed so was immediately struck by how dark it was in comparison to her own shop. It was painted black with illustrations and pictures of people's tattoos set up in the shop window.

The pavement was lit up in the darkness by the red neon lights coming from inside the shop. Everything about it was so different to her baby pink and white flower shop.

The sudden thought of turning back and going upstairs to her apartment almost tempted her enough to turn away but she knew the problem would not be resolved if she were to sit by and do nothing.

Her Mary Jane heels tapped against the pavement as she came to stand in front of the door. It seemed as though the shop was still open, so she pushed the door and stepped inside.

The smell of tobacco and musk and ink hit her senses as she closed the door behind her. The heavy bass of the music was now pounding through her ears. The nerves were rising within her and turning back seemed much more tempting now.

She spun on her heel and reached for the door handle, only to be stopped by someone clearing their throat.

"Are you here for a tattoo?" His voice was deep, husky and... pretty.

She turned around and was met with a tall figure standing in the doorway to the back of the shop. His arms were by his side and he was wearing a black, fitted shirt with black trousers and low cut doc martens with red laces. His face was illuminated by the red, neon sign on the wall with the words 'Styles INK' written in a grungey font.

"T-tattoo?" She gulped, the script she had rehearsed over and over again was nowhere to be found like the words had silently fallen from her brain, through her nose and slipped from her mouth before she had time to speak them out loud.

He walked to the front desk, footsteps heavy against the wooden floor. "We don't take walk-ins this late at night if that's what you're after."

The tone of his voice made her tremble in her heels. She curled her fingers into a fist and tried to stop her heart from beating so fast. "I-I'm not here for a tattoo. I-I'm actually from next door."

His head lifted up, she could finally see the colour of his eyes were a pale green and his hair was curly and brunette. "Ahhh," He dropped the pen he was fiddling with on the desk, "The flower girl."

She huffed, "Yes, that would be me."

"M allergic to flowers." He said.

"W-what? Why would you set up shop next to a flower shop then?" She asked.

"Only place that offered a space with an apartment." A breath slipped past her lips.

He was not only her shop neighbour but her neighbour neighbour too.

Well, this just made things a bit more awkward.

He came in front of the desk and leaned against it, crossing his arms. Y/N saw every inch of the skin on his arm littered with tattoos and even caught a glimpse of his ring-clad fingers. "Listen, if you're not here for a tattoo then why are you here? I need to close up so I'd appreciate it if you were quick with whatever it is you came here for."

Y/N swallowed her nerves, "Your music is too loud a-and it's driving my customers away."

"What was that?" He wanted her to repeat herself.

"Y-Your music, it's much too loud and my customers are c-complaining." She wished she didn't stutter but at least she got what she needed to say out.

"My music?" His eyebrows scrunch up.

"Yes." She nods.

"What about your music?" He retorts, "s all I can hear when I'm upstairs."

She immediately blushes and wonders how long he has been staying in the apartment upstairs. Y/N was so used to not having neighbours that she hadn't thought to turn her music down or take a break from her lonesome karaoke nights.

"That's different."

"If I have to hear you sing to that broken-hearted, bubble-gum pop princess every night then you can't complain about me playing my music like I have." He argues.

"B-but I don't play it in the day like you do! It's so loud! It is - hey quit laughing!" She huffs when he snickers at her.

"M sorry, you're just so little." He laughs. "Maybe that's why I haven't seen you since I've moved in."

Y/N crossed her arms, "I'd just appreciate it if you turned your music down a little, just so my customers can shop for their flowers in peace."

He says nothing. Instead, his eyes scan her face and then fall on the rest of her. She was wearing light blue jeans and a pink, cosy sweater. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail with a white, silk ribbon and her heels were still on her now aching feet.

He smirks, "Alright, I'll turn my music down but you have to do the same. I don't want to hear you sing about Romeo and Juliet or running out of the woods at 11 o'clock at night when I'm trying to relax."

She turns pink but luckily the red light hides the true colour of her cheeks, "Fine." She huffs and turns on her heel, too embarassed to say anything else.

"It was nice to meet you, flower." He says and she swears she can hear him smiling.

Her entire face heats at the nickname.

***

The next day, Y/N walked downstairs to her flower shop and prepared for a new day. She spent the rest of her night after visiting the stranger next door, quietly listening to music in hopes he would reciprocate today.

She hadn't seen him since last night and part of her was grateful for that. He was tall and intimidating and covered in tattoos but his voice was just so...nice that she couldn't seem to get the thought of him out of her head since she walked out of his tattoo shop. It was embarrassing to admit and Y/N was awfully bad at hiding her emotions so she hoped that would be the last time she'd speak to him face to face.

When she flipped the sign on the door to 'open', she held her breath as she waited for the sound of heavy, rock music coming through the walls only to find complete silence. She smiled and mindfully tapped herself on the back for being brave enough to go over and stand her ground.

Her customers were happy with the change too. They stayed and chatted with Y/N for a while, bringing home their baskets of flowers. The day had been much more successful than the past week had and she was thankful things would finally get back on track.

After cleaning the shop at the end of the day, she walked upstairs to her apartment and immediately decided to get into her new cute pyjamas she had ordered from Hollister - long trouser bottoms and a cute tank top both covered in the same pink, ditsy floral print.

She made herself some dinner and snuggled up on her tiny couch with her pet cat, Marshel, nestling to the side of her. Y/N hummed in delight when she made the decision to re-watch her favourite Harry Potter movie- it was the best film for the autumn weather.

Ten minutes into the movie sounds of people speaking and loud music sounded through the walls of her apartment. "Oh please no," She looked up at the ceiling, praying that someone out there would put her out of her misery.

It could only be her new neighbour, the tattoo artist, the one with the nice voice.

She pressed her ear against the door of her apartment and from the racket of people speaking and how loud the music was, she knew he was having a party.

"It's going to be a long night Marsh." She sighs, picking up her kitty and carrying him to bed.

At 2 am, Y/N was still awake. The party was still going and the music had yet to quieten down.

Y/N had been tossing and turning all night. Tears in her eyes as she tried to sleep but couldn't because of the loud noises coming from next door. At this rate, she'd only get four hours of sleep before she had to be up again for the busiest day of the week at the shop.

She couldn't handle it anymore. She flipped her duvet off and swung her legs over the bed. Her eyes fighting to stay open as she stumbled for the door.

At this rate, she was so tired she didn't care how she looked. She just wanted the quiet.

She flung her front door open and already found herself outside the tattoo artist's door. She knocked but the music was so loud, the only thing she could do was invite herself in.

The door opened and suddenly she was in a whole new world. There was cigarette smoke and a strong stench of alcohol. It was dark but red LED lights lit the room. People were laying on the floor or sitting around chairs or dancing in the empty spaces. There must have been about thirty people but with how tiny the apartment was it felt like much more.

Y/N took a deep breath and began her mission to find the source of where the music was coming from. Everyone was much taller than her which made it harder for her to push past people, especially in their drunken state.

"Excuse me please," she mumbled.

"Flower," his voice made her freeze in place.

She stilled and spun round on her sock-covered feet, making a mental note to throw them in the trash when she got home.

The person standing in front of her looked the same, wearing the same all black outfit he wore yesterday. She could see the illustrations of his tattoos a little better this close and she could also see the anger that covered the features of his face.

"Y-you." She said through parted lips, unable to hide her fear or shock.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her to a corner of the room. He placed his hand on the wall behind her and covered her with his body like he wanted to hide her away.

"The m-music it's too loud and I-I can't sleep." She said, nearing on tears.

"You and your loud music." He muttered, "It's Saturday night. Shops aren't open on a Sunday."

"Mine is." She said.

"What?"

"I open my shop on a Sunday. I do work shops for little kids whose parents have to work on weekends and for elderly people who get a little lonely." It was her favourite day of the week but now she was dreading it because of the lack of sleep.

His expression seemed to soften but he rolled his eyes, "Of course you do."

"I just need to sleep for four more hours and then you can carry on doing whatever you're doing." He smirked.

"You've never been to a party before flower girl?" She shook her head and yawned.

Harry's smile fell and he sighed. He looked around at the party and then at the sleepy girl in front of him. "Fucks sake." He muttered and wrapped an arm around her.

Y/N's eyes widened when his hand rested on her shoulder. He tucked her into his side and quickly manoeuvred past everybody.

"Is that your new girl Styles?"

"Nice one, H."

"Have fun Styles."

"Ignore them." Harry told her as he reached their front door.

"Is that your name? Styles?" Y/N realised she had yet to ask what his name actually was.

"S Harry. You call me Harry." He says and she smiles at how normal and soft his name was compared to his dark and grizzly stature.

She hadn't realised what he was doing until he opened the door to her apartment. She gasped, suddenly wide awake and highly alert considering he was now in her very messy, untidy apartment.

"W-what are you doing?" She ran to her sofa and picked her blankets up from the floor before grabbing her bowl of popcorn from the coffee table that was littered with books and magazines she was halfway through reading.

Harry's eyes darted around her small apartment. The corner of his lips flinched into an almost smile when he saw the pastel colours littered around the place. It was so her - cute and cosy.

"You wanted to sleep." He said, "M helping you sleep."

Her mouth opened and closed in shock, "Helping me sleep?"

"Mhm, I've got these," He pulled out some earbuds from his pocket, "They're noise cancelling. Can't hear a sound when you've got them in your ears."

She looked at them in intrigue, "Where's your room?" He wondered, already walking in the direction of her bedroom like he'd been in her apartment many times before.

"My room's a little untidy," She tried to get past him so she could block him from coming into her room but he was much too tall.

"Don't care flower, just helping you out." He walked into the messy bedroom and paid no mind to the state of the floor. She'd never had a man in her room before so wasn't sure exactly what to do. Her apartment seemed so much smaller from his presence alone. "Get into bed, love." He pulled out his phone.

"O-okay," She said and tucked herself under her blanket.

It was strange to let a person she barely knew into the confines of her room but she was too tired to care and something inside of her trusted him.

He crouched beside her, resting an arm on her mattress. "Here put these in," He handed her the headphones, "Can you hear me?" He asked but received no reply, instead, Y/N giggled.

"I can't hear you Harry!" She laughed and something weird happened in his chest.

He smiled, "Tha's good." He murmured and put on a song he knew she would like.

Her heart stopped beating in her chest when the gentle piano music began to play. An instrumental of 'Cardigan' by her favourite singer whispered into her ears as he played it on a low volume.

"Sleep now flower." He encouraged.

"M name's Y/N." She whispered, her eyes fluttering shut, "You can call me Y/N."

"Y/N," He whispered back and the name seemed to unlock something deep inside of him. He said it once more for good measure before leaving her there with the music still playing.

***

Y/N woke up the next morning with a phone that was not hers resting right by her head. She had managed to fall asleep for four hours thanks to the man who she now knew as Harry. She felt as though last night was a fever dream and Harry had been a guardian angel, granting her sleep at last.

She could have slept in for another four hours but the shop would not run itself and she had many workshops on today that a lot of people had signed up for. She grabbed Harry's phone and made a mental note to give it back to him before she went to open the shop.

She made herself a good breakfast and fed Marshel as well, before getting dressed into a grey mini dress with a cute white collar and an encrusted black bow. She tied her hair back into a half up, half down and fastened it with a black bow to match her dress. She wore the same black Mary Jane heels and a bag with her packed lunch inside.

When she left her apartment, she listened out for any loud music coming from Harry's apartment only to be met with silence. She knocked three times- his phone in her hands- but no one answered.

She'd come back later, she thought. Maybe he was also catching up on some much-needed sleep.

Her first workshop of the day was with a group of children.

Their parents worked weekends and some of them were from the orphanage that they had signed up to help them develop new hobbies. Y/N knew them all by name and loved teaching them how to grow their own tomato plants and arrange flowers with cute bows.

An hour before lunch, she had a class with a group of mothers whose children had just left home. Most of them came because they needed a little company on the weekends when not a lot was going on at home or they wanted to pick up a new hobby.

In the midst of her basket weaving session, Y/N heard a phone ring. She glanced at the phone still on the front desk and saw the screen lighting up. "Excuse me ladies," she slid off the chair and walked over to Harry's phone.

Mike Supplier was the name on the screen. She wondered whether or not it was important and if she should answer it just in case. The phone stopped ringing for a brief moment until the name lit up the screen again.

"Seems important, Y/N." One of the ladies said.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and walked to the back room, pressing the green button to accept the call. "Fucking finally!" A gruff voice speaks on the other end, "I've got your stash when do you want it?"

"Excuse me?" Y/N blushed, not use to such aggressive language.

The person paused, "Are you Styles' new lady? Listen can you put him on the phone? I need to speak to him urgently."

Y/N was in shock, "I'm not his lady! I'm his neighbour."

"Well, whatever you are could you just pass the phone to him?"

"Give me a second," She huffed, entering the shop again and turning towards the ladies who were in deep conversation, "Ladies, I just need a moment to go next door." They nodded.

Y/N could hear Mike Supplier cursing over the phone even as she had it by her side. She noticed Harry's shop was still unopened so went upstairs instead.

She knocked on the door of his apartment repeatedly until she finally heard footsteps coming towards the door. His door swung open, "Can I help you flower?" Her eyes widened.

He stood in the doorway with nothing but grey sweatpants and socks. His bare torso was littered with tattoos and his brunette hair was clipped with a tiny claw clip.

"Your p-phone," She held it out to him. His eyebrows furrowed like he had a lot of questions as to why she had his phone but he took it from her anyway and held it to his ear.

"Yeah, yeah shut up." He spoke. Y/N could still hear Mike Supplier talking on the other end. "Come by this afternoon. I'll wait outside the shop and don't wear that dodgy fucking hat this time."

The conversation ended and Y/N stood awkwardly in front of him. "Well I should go,"

"Wait," Harry stopped her "Did you steal my phone from me flower girl?"

"N-no! You left it in my apartment." She argued.

"Oh yeah," he grins like he was thinking back to being in her room last night, "Your lips go all pouty and you snore when you sleep you know that? 'S cute."

"Hey," she huffed, "I do not snore!"

"Whatever you say baby." Her cheeks warmed at the new nickname he had accidentally added to the seemingly growing collection.

"W-well who was that anyway. He was a little rude." She mumbled.

"You spoke to him?" He arched a brow, "was he rude to you?"

"He swore at me,"

"Dick." Harry muttered, "He's my supplier."

"Oh like for the shop?" She asked. Harry could have sworn he was having palpitations from how innocent she looked.

"No baby," he smirked, "a different kind of supplier."

"Oh," she said, still not fully understanding what he was getting at, "Well I better get down to the shop. My class is waiting for me."

"Sure I'll come with you." He grabbed a sweater and his jacket from the coat hanger.

"Wait, what? No."

"I'm bored and I want to hang out with you." He shrugs, "I don't see how that's a problem."

"You want to hang out with me?" She couldn't make sense of it.

"Mhm," He shut the door of his apartment behind him, "Lead the way, flower girl."

Y/N argued with him as they walked back downstairs. She tried to push him out of the shop before he could even step foot inside but she was too small for his 6ft frame and he gently grabbed her waist and picked her up as if she weighed nothing, stepping into the shop.

All eyes turned in their direction. Y/N blushed and stuttered as she said, "L-ladies, this is my neighbour."

"Hi, I'm Harry." He said from behind.

The ladies looked confused and then concerned and then suddenly they were grinning ear to ear, slipping out of their seats to welcome their new guest.

"Oh Harry, you look as old as my boy! It's so lovely to meet you." Mildred, one of the elder ladies said.

"Nice to meet you too." He spoke in a warm, almost flirtatious way.

Y/N stood there in shock, her mouth opening and closing like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Kathy and Lucy had already sat him in between them both and got him the things he needed to weave a basket.

"Are you interested in flowers Harry?" Julia asked.

He looked across the table over at Y/N whose cheeks seemed to be a shade of red they'd never even been before. "Only one."

"Oh well Y/N's an excellent teacher. We're making hanging baskets to plant daffodils in them for the spring."

"Hmm I guess I've come to the best place to learn then." His eyes remained fixed on Y/N who defeatedly picked up her basket to show Harry exactly how to make one himself.

"How are you so good at this?" Y/N whispered in awe as Harry finished his basket.

"These hands are good with fiddly things." He says.

"Oh that's wonderful Harry!" Kathy exclaimed, "You could take over Y/N's job. Might help her out and she can finally have a much deserved rest."

"S that right? You tired flower?" Harry murmured when he saw Y/N's eyes opening and closing as she leant against the desk.

"Not tried at all," she lied but Harry seemed to see right through her.

"Hmm," he frowned which immediately had Y/N standing straight and trying to disguise her exhaustion a little better.

"You hungry?" A tall shadow loomed in front of Y/N as she sat at the desk, processing payments for her classes and labelling the baskets for the ladies to take home.

She looked up and saw Harry, his voice now a familiarity after the last almost twenty four hours since she had met him. "A-a little." She decided not to lie this time since apparently, she was much easier to read than she thought.

"I've got food upstairs, wanna come up?" He asks.

"A-Are you sure?"

"C'mon little flower, I wouldn't be asking you if I didn't mean it." With a nod, Y/N locked up the shop for lunch and followed Harry up to his apartment. When she stepped inside, it was completely different to how it had been last night.

It was clean and tidy. A few boxes were lying on the carpeted floor of his open living room here and there, but for the most part, it was pretty neat. Y/N's eyes were immediately taken by the prints hanging up on the wall.

"These are incredible." She gasped, feeling particularly fond of a line drawing of a woman.

"It's my mother," He stood next to her, looking up at the drawing with her.

"You drew it?" She asked, wide-eyed.

"Mhm," He hummed.

"Wow, no wonder you're a tattoo artist," She glanced at the intricate tattoos littered on his arms.

"Ever thought of getting one yourself?" He asked.

"N-Not really, I'm no good with needles." She said, rather sheepishly.

He smirked, "Let's get some food in that tummy."

Twenty minutes later, Y/N and Harry sat on the small two-person couch eating sandwiches and a fruit salad they had prepared together in Harry's even smaller kitchen. Y/N giggled as Harry threw a grape into the air and tried to catch it in his mouth.

"T-tell me about your tattoos," Y/N insisted after taking a bite out of a strawberry. Harry's eyes looked down at her lips and back to her big, doe eyes. "What does this one mean?" She questioned, pointing to the words written in Hebrew.

"M' sisters name," He starts, "And that says 'Can I stay?'"

"Hmm, you have a lot of hearts." She said, fingers lightly touching the human heart on his arm.

"I have a lot of love." He grins, cheekily, like he knew the line was cheesy but wanted to use it anyway. He was glad he did from the smile it had formed on Y/N's face.

Y/N hadn't realised how close they had gotten until she felt his breath on her neck. Her voice wavers slightly as she tries not to think too much about it, "And what about this one," She points to the rose, her fingers tracing the petals.

"I did that one myself," He murmured, lips close to her ear.

"You did?" She said but it came out more as a whisper. She seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, her brain turning to mush and all her thoughts suddenly turning into Harry.

"Mhm," She glanced up and his deep, green eyes were already boring into her. Her eyes darted down to his lips and then back up again. "You're pretty," He mumbled, loud enough so she could hear.

She shook her head, "I-I don't think so," She was suddenly flustered and confused and wondering why her brain was not acting the way it usually did.

"I know so," His hand reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ears, and she shudders when his fingertips brush against her cheek. Slowly his head inches forward and the nearer he gets it feels as though more oxygen leaves the room. "Relax," He whispers, touching her hand, "You're okay flower girl."

"H-Harry, I-I've never kissed anyone before." She admits, embarrassment flooding her.

"What?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"O-oh, it's just that... I've never been k-kissed before."

"By anyone?" She nods. "Impossible." He whispers.

"We can stop if you want to," He says, his voice gentle and comforting.

"No," She wraps her small fingers around his wrist before he pulls away, "I-I want to,"

"Want to what?" He smirks, "You've gotta tell me baby."

"I want to k-kiss you," She blushes, it's all she seems to do around him.

"Cute," He murmurs before his lips press to hers.

Y/N's not sure what to do at first, her eyes are open and shock courses through her, but Harry's lips move against hers and he breathes, "Relax flower," He insists and she does.

Her eyes flutter shut and she mimics his movements. What he gives, she gives right back and a small whimper leaves her when he kisses her even harder. She starts to lose her breath with how long they kiss for but she's far too deep, floating too much, to pull away. She grabs the back of his neck and pulls him in closer, a groan eliciting from somewhere deep inside him. "Baby," The name escapes his lips and a shiver runs through her.

With panting breaths, she pulls away and so does he. Her face is flushed and his lips are pink, "You okay?" Is the first thing he asks, receiving a nod. "I think 'm a little bit obsessed with you." He confesses.

"M-Me?" She couldn't believe what he was saying.

"Don't think I've ever wanted anything more," He looks away like being vulnerable is a foreign thing for him.

"Why?" She can't help but ask.

He shrugs, "Sometimes it just is."

She thinks on his words before replying, "Can we kiss again?"

Harry chuckles, "Kiss me all you want flower."

. . .

Y/N had a permanent smile on her face the next day as she went back to work. People asked her what was making her so happy and she was constantly finding things to lie about instead of speaking the name of the tattooed boy next door.

An hour before lunch, the postman came to deliver her new ribbons for the bouquets and accidentally dropped off a package meant for Harry. Y/N couldn't help but smile at his name written on a brown box.

"Give me a second ladies, I'm just going to pop next door." Y/N grinned, ignoring the knowing looks of the ladies she was teaching.

As Y/N walked next door, her confidence seemed to shrink with every step. She realised she had yet to go to Harry's tattoo shop when he was actually working and she knew she would stick out like a sore thumb once she took a step inside. She was wearing a lilac dress and white heels, of course, she was going to stand out.

The bell rang as she stepped inside and a few customers looked up, some of them doing a double take at the small girl. Music played through the speakers but it was a lot less quiet compared to the first day Harry's shop had opened.

Footsteps walked on the wooden floorboards and Harry walked out from the back room. His eyes caught sight of Y/N and his frown immediately turned into a smile. He held his arms out for her and she quickly walked into his embrace. "Hi flower," He murmured into her hair.

"I came to drop off your package," She held out the box to him when he let her out of his arms.

"Oh," He took the package from her, "That's all?"

She bit back a smile, "Mmm, I may have something very important to tell you," She gave him a not-so-subtle wink.

He grinned, almost wickedly, "Well, do follow me this way to tell me this very important thing," He led her way from the waiting area and somewhere closed off and hidden from everywhere else.

When they were alone, he grabbed her hips and hoisted her up onto a countertop, knocking things over. "Harry," She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Shhh no more talking baby," He said before kissing her lips that he spent all night dreaming about. Their mouths were wet and hot against each other as they made out in a closet hidden away from Harry's customers.

His hands slid down her back and around her waist, pinching her hips, "Did you wear this dress f' me baby?" He murmured, the tone of his voice sending shivers up Y/N's spine.

"Wanted to be pretty for you." She told him. She had spent all morning trying to find a nice outfit to wear, not only for work but for when she saw Harry too.

"Fuck," He groaned against her lips, "Where have you been all my life?"

Y/N felt like a teenage girl getting all flustered and hot over a boy. She'd never experienced being with someone in this way before and now she had a taste for it and couldn't get enough of him. She had left Harry's apartment yesterday in a daze and she felt like she was still floating from the high of her first kiss.

He stood in between her legs and she subconsciously rolled her hips against him. She gasped in both shock and at the feeling of him against her, "You're okay baby," He soothed her, sensing her confusion.

"Feels good huh?" He pulled her hips into him again and she felt a moan bubble in her throat. "Have you ever touched yourself Y/N?" He wondered.

She froze, "N-no," She confessed, embarrassed.

"Nothing to be ashamed of baby," He comforts her, his words soothing the insecure part of her. He kissed her lips softly, "Can I visit you this evening?"

She nods without even thinking about it, "Please,"

He smirks, "Please baby? Please? What are you asking for?"

She didn't know, her mind was foggy and all she could see was him, "Everything."

His eyes darkened but his smirk never left, "'M polite little flower."

"Harry," She whined, burying her face in his neck.

Harry laughed and cupped the back of her with his hand, kissing her forehead, "I'll come visit tonight and you better be wearing those cute pyjamas," He knew she was smiling because he could feel her lips against his neck.

That evening after Y/N had closed the shop, she ran upstairs to her apartment and kicked off her heels. She ran around her living room, hiding things she didn't want Harry to see and flinging dirty laundry into the washing basket.

She walked into her very pink bedroom and pulled out her pyjamas, happy to finally be wearing something comfortable. She spritzed some of her favourite perfume and rubbed vanilla lotion into her skin.

Y/N sat on her sofa with Marshel seated by her feet on the carpeted floor. She switched on the TV and watched a few episodes of friends whilst continuing to finish her knitting project - she was making a blanket since one of the ladies from her group was pregnant and would be giving birth very soon.

She fought to keep her eyes open as she waited for Harry to knock on her door. His shop was meant to have closed twenty minutes ago so she assumed he'd be here by now.

Slowly, an hour had gone by and Y/N was getting worried. Her mind spun with insecurities and a sudden fear that something might have happened to Harry. She placed her knitting project on her coffee table and patted Marshel on the head. She walked to the door and slid her sock covered feet into her brown UGG boots.

The shop was not its usual LED red colour when she came to stand in front of the window, instead it was neon blue. Y/N frowned when she heard music playing from inside and checked to see whether the door was open.

Her hand pushed the door handle, the door swinging open and the muffled music suddenly became coherent. She could hear voices coming from the back room where Harry tattooed his customers.

Walking towards the sound, Y/N eventually caught the sound of Harry's voice amongst the group of people chatting. Her shoulders relaxed at the thought of him being here, at least she knew she'd be okay if he was there with her.

Turning the corner, her eyes landed on Harry with two other tattooed men, smoking something that - in Y/N's opinion - smelt a little strange.

Harry must have sensed her presence as he turned his head and caught sight of her hiding behind the corner wall. He smiled, "Hey flower,"

"Hi," She murmured, feeling embarassed.

"C'mere," He held out his arm for her and she scurried towards him, attaching herself to him by snuggling her body into his side. He put an arm around her, kissing her forehead. "I thought I was meeting you upstairs?"

Y/N frowned, "You took too long,"

He smirked, "M impatient girl," He nodded towards the two men he was talking to, "Y/N, these are 'm friends, Mike and Dan."

"Mike supplier," Y/N whispered, finally putting a face to the name of the man she had spoken to on Harry's phone.

He was tall and bald with a beard and looked to be in his forties. Like Harry, he also had tattoos but not nearly as much. Beside him was Dan who looked closer in age to Harry, maybe a little older. He was blonde but wore a cap on his head and a silver chain around his neck.

After Harry had finished smoking with his friends, he said his goodbyes and led Y/N upstairs back to her apartment. "What were you smoking? It smelt funny," Y/N asked,"

Harry fell back onto the couch and pulled her down with him. She lay on top of him, the smell of the smoke still lingering on his clothes. "'S just a bit of weed." He confessed.

Y/N gasped, "Weed? Is that legal?"

Harry looked at her amused, "Not here but it doesn't do much harm to me, been smoking it for ages." He twirled a piece of hair around his finger, "Does that bother you?"

She thought about it but the idea didn't really seem to phase her. As long as he was being safe and was using it in a healthy sort of way, she didn't mind. "N-no, not at all." Harry's smile widened into a grin. He didn't hesitate to kiss her, feeling her soft lips which had recently become his new obsession. They were so soft and red and kissable and made just for him.

Y/N didn't want him to stop kissing her whenever he did. She loved the feeling of her eyes fluttering shut and all of her senses just filling up with him. Harry pulled away, still cupping her cheek in his hand. Y/N's chest heaved up and down against him as she tried to catch her breath, "Breathe, flower." His heart ached when she looked up at him with swollen red lips, trying to catch her breath. "Lose your breath a little bit huh?"

"A little," She huffed.

"You're too cute."

Y/N kissed him again once she had caught enough air again. Harry sat up, pulling on the roots of her hair as her legs wrapped around him so she was straddling him. She whimpered, tugging on the fabric of his t-shirt.

"What do you want baby?" Harry mumbles against her parted lips.

"Take it off," She whispers, pulling on his shirt.

Harry does as he's told, pulling his shirt up over his head and revealing his muscular, tattoed torso. Y/N's eyes widened. She'd never seen something so beautiful, he looked as though he was one of those marble statues in a museum. "Eyes on me baby," Harry smiled, pushing her chin up with his finger so her eyes were looking directly into his. "What now?"

"I-I-I don't know," She blushed, losing her confidence now that they were no longer kissing.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want." He looked at her with a soft gaze.

"I-I don't want to disappoint you." She admits, her insecurities coming to the surface.

"Couldn't disappoint me baby, ever." She smiles, feeling secure in his words and his hold. Y/N leans forward and rubs her cheek against his chest. Harry's hands go beneath the tank top of her pyjamas, brushing her bare back. "If it helps I've never done this before."

She's shocked but she tries to hide it, "W-what do you mean?"

"Been intimate with someone."

She smiled.

She really, really liked him.

. . .

For weeks after, Y/N was obsessed with two things.

Her flower shop and her tattooed boyfriend next door.

When she wasn't working, she was with Harry, either cooking in his apartment or cuddling together on the couch in her living room. Harry had also developed a new taste for basket weaving, joining in on Y/N's Sunday classes with the elderly ladies in the morning.

In the short time they had known each other, Y/N had come to learn that Harry wasn't a morning person but he never missed a Sunday class even when he was exhausted from the busy day before at the tattoo shop. He would stumble downstairs with dishevelled hair and sleepy eyes in sweatpants and a hoodie, sitting in his seat between Mildred and Julia as they fussed over him.

Y/N had also grown a love for kissing Harry at every opportunity. She'd take many five-minute breaks, walking over to the tattoo shop and kissing Harry in the cupboard or visiting him in the alleyway behind the building where they'd make out against the brick wall. Even Harry had an addiction to his girlfriend's very kissable lips, sneaking out of his shop in between appointments to smother her in kisses in the storage cupboard.

"Hey Marshy little fur ball," Y/N bit back a grin when she heard the door of her apartment open and the familiar gruff voice speak to her little cat.

She swung her legs over her bed and paused the movie she was watching, running to the front door and leaping into his arms, "Hi flower," Harry murmured, inhaling the scent of her coconut shampoo.

Y/N nuzzled her face against his jumper and squeezed him tightly, "Hi Harry," She sighed, blissfully.

"Wanted to come see ya, hope tha's okay." He kissed her quickly.

"Course, I was watching a film in my room." She tugged on his hand and lead him to her bedroom.

Harry had spent nights in Y/N's room before. Sometimes he would ask her if it was okay if he took a nap in her bed whenever he finished work early because it was much comfier than his. She'd find him curled up under her blankets, hugging one of her stuffed animals to his chest with the hood of his sweatshirt over his head.

Harry removes his sweatshirt, leaving him in only sweatpants, before he crawls into bed and pats the spot beside him. Y/N turns on the movie but knows that neither of them has any plans of watching it.

With the amount of kissing they had been doing, Y/N hoped she had gotten a lot better. She realised Harry would often make small, quiet noises whenever she did something he liked, like tugging on his hair or sticking her tongue in his mouth.

It wasn't long before they were making out again on her bed. Her leg hooked around his hip and her hands in his hair as he gripped her waist, every now and then he would squeeze her ass remembering the first time he did it and how much she loved it from the soft moans that left her.

Y/N thought that kissing Harry was the best thing in the entire world but what she didn't know was that Harry had plenty more up his sleeve.

His hand slid from her waist and down to her bare thigh - she was only wearing pyjama shorts since her apartment was pretty warm. He squeezed her softly, "Can I feel you baby?" He asked.

Y/N froze, not sure how to react. "I-I-"

Harry cupped her cheek, "I know," He already knew what she was thinking before she even said anything, "We can carry on doing what we're doing if you prefer. It's no rush."

"N-no," She grabbed his wrist in both her hands. Y/N was a virgin but she wasn't afraid... Just inexperienced and that made her a little wary. But with Harry, she knew she wanted to allow that part of herself to him. Maybe not the whole thing but a little something.

"Y-you can feel me... I-if you like." She said, awkwardly.

Harry chuckles, "What about if you like, hmm?" His fingertip traced circles on her thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"I-I would l-like that p-please." She whispered.

Harry grinned, "Only because you're so polite sweet girl."

Harry's arm slides between her legs and hooks his fingers around her pyjamas bottoms to pull them down her legs. Y/N inwardly praised herself for shaving the night before yet she was pretty sure Harry wouldn't mind either way. Harry tuts when he sees her underwear, "Did m' little flower get all wet from kissing on daddy?"

She felt the air leave the room and her body heat at the nickname. It was so dirty and yet she felt herself aching from his words. "Y-yes," She breathes.

"Yes what baby?" He kisses up her thigh.

"Yes daddy," She murmurs.

Harry eyes darken as he looks down between her thighs, "My good, polite girl." He pinches the flesh on her thigh and she feels her chest heave. Y/N gasps for air when his fingers trace the fabric of her underwear and her heart races even more when he moves her underwear to the side to see a part of herself no one had ever seen before.

"Fuck me," He whispers under his breath. "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

"R-really?" Y/N blushes, her cheeks hot.

"Don't think I've ever seen something so pretty."

"T-thank you, daddy." She whispers the last part but it doesn't stop the bulge from growing in Harry's sweatpants.

"Have you always been this needy when we kiss baby?" Harry murmured in her ear as his fingers part her pussy. He tries to stop himself from groaning at the slick wetness that coats his fingers.

Y/N gasps at the new feeling but is immediately overcome by pleasure as Harry begins to move his finger back up to her clit, "Harry," She whimpers.

Harry's quick to pull his hand away, "Nuh uh baby, that's not my name."

Y/N's head was all dizzy but she managed to reply, "Daddy, please," She whines.

"Barely even touched you and you're already whining," He tuts before rubbing his thumb over her clit and making small, slow circles. Y/N whimpers at the new sensation of intense pleasure. "Does that feel good flower?" He asks, nipping her ear as he murmurs against it.

"S-so good- so good daddy, so, so good." She babbles as he continues to tease her clit with his thumb.

"Who'd have thought I had such a naughty girl hmm?" She arches into his touch as he moves his finger in a certain way. She wonders how she managed to go on for so long without feeling something so blissfully delightful.

"Put your hand here baby," Harry instructs, reaching for her hand that wasn't currently scrunching the duvet, and placing it flat over the top of his, "Let me show you how to touch yourself. Watch daddy," Y/N's eyes look down to see his gold ring-clad fingers drenched in her wetness, his tattooed hand moving in circles as her rubs her clit. "This is how I want you to touch yourself when you think of me baby and when you're good, I'll make your perfect, little hole feel good too." Y/N gasps and clenches when he brushes a finger against her hole.

"I-I'm good-Please, I'm good," She mewls and her hand grips his wrist instead. She uses it as leverage to twist and turn into him, the pleasure overwhelmingly good she can't help but hide her face in his neck.

"You are good," He kisses her forehead, "My good girl." She nods at his praise, eyes shut.

Harry forces her legs a part and continues to pleasure her in a way she didn't know about until today. She writhes and moans beneath his touch as he whispers dirty things into her ear. "I want you to cum baby, think you can do that?"

"Mhm," She sighs, already feeling the bubble of pressure in her tummy. "F-feels - feel's s-so-"

"Feel good m'love?" He coos, "Cum f' me. Cum f' daddy, wanna see you soak my hand."

At his words, Y/N whimpers as she becomes increasingly sensitive the more he circles her clit. Harry feels as though he's about to explode as he watches her cheeks flush pink and she grinds her pussy against his hand as she rides out her orgasm. "That's it my little flower, so good." He praises her, feeling her shudder as she finishes coming down from her high.

She's panting heavily as Harry slides her panties back into place. "You okay?" Harry checks, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Y/N nods and instantly feels embarrassed, hiding herself in the crook of his neck. Harry chuckles, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"You're lying," Y/N says, her voice muffled against him.

"Never gonna lie to you flower, never." He promises.

Y/N removes herself from her hiding place and looks up at him. Harry's heart bursts in his chest when she sees her sleepy, blissful gaze. He wonders where this girl has been all his life and how he managed to go this long without her. He was pretty sure he was falling in love with her but that was a conversation for another day.

"W-what about you?" Y/N looks down and sees the very noticeable bulge in his trousers.

Harry shakes his head, "Not today," He smiles, "We have plenty of time to experiment some more but think you've had enough experimenting for one night."

"Me too," Y/N curls into his side, not bothering to put her pyjama bottoms back on. "Having sex is exhausting."

"We didn't even have sex, silly girl." Harry laughs.

"Felt like it," She mumbles against him.

"I'm that good huh?" He grins, cheekily, "Just you wait baby,"

"The best," She slurs, yawning, "M so tired."

"Yeah? You sleepy baby?" He kisses her forehead. "Get some sleep m'love," He wraps an arm around her and tucks her into his chest.

"I like you very much Harry," She whispers, sleepily.

"I like you very much too." Harry replies, holding her close.

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I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 22

Warnings: none. mostly fluff. slight jealousy.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader , Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: The summer days get hotter and your feelings confuse you more and more. A day at the lake might make things better.. or worse.

Word count: 4.7k

A/N: So, I really really struggled with this chapter and spent more time rewriting it than actually writing it. I'm sorry if it seems a little scattered and rushed, I promise the next one will be better. @hellfire--cult thank you as always, you were such a big help, you always are but especially with this chapter so thank you, love

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Steve never thought that he would end up here. Working at some ice cream shop with a girl who despised him for the first few weeks. He couldn’t blame her. Robin is your friend, she knows what he did to you and it’s not just that. Up until this spring, he didn’t even really know who she was, she was just someone he passed by in school and didn’t even bother to glance at or even acknowledge.

Now that he got to know her a little, he couldn’t help but take a liking towards her. She may be snappy at times but she is.. cool. He likes her. Not in the way he liked Nancy or you. But, in a way he should’ve liked Nancy – just as a friend.

He calls her friend. Robin refuses to call him that.

She likes to pretend that they are enemies but really, they finally get along after weeks of bickering at Scoops Ahoy. After a little incident that got them locked up in the storage room for a whole night, they got even closer – who knew that weed and a little heart to heart would get them to like each other?

Robin looks at Steve differently now, her looks aren’t filled with hate or annoyance anymore – well, she still rolls her eyes and makes fun of him but it’s not the same anymore.

Sometimes when you’re around, she gives him pitiful looks. He can’t stand it. He doesn’t want or even deserve pity, not from her, not from anyone.

She is looking at him with that look right now.

He sighs, trying to give her somewhat of a smile before he looks down at the red solo cup in his hand. Your giggles make his heart flutter and hurt at the same time. You are sitting on one of the logs around the fire, with Eddie. His jacket is wrapped around your shoulders, your legs are thrown over his thigh, you are practically sitting on his lap. You are nodding along to something he’s saying.

You two are in your own little world, ignoring the rest of the people around you. It’s hard to tell what the two of you are. Every day, he wonders if you have made that move yet. The one he made with you back when you went from friends to something more.

People are celebrating the fourth of July with a bonfire party at Lovers Lake, just like every year. In all the previous years before this one, you were by his side, giggling at something he would say, wearing his jacket, sitting on his lap.

Now you sit there with Eddie.

And it all feels so wrong, you shouldn’t be there with Eddie.

You belong with him.

“Are you okay?”

Robin’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts, he looks at her, nodding.

She tilts her head, giving him another pitiful look.

“You’re not drunk, are you?”

He shakes his head, chuckling softly, “no, whenever I get drunk or high I end up doing or saying something stupid.”

She chuckles, though, it’s more of a sad chuckle. When they got stuck in the storage room, Steve opened up about a lot of things – things that he would have never talked about had he been sober.

He let her have a look inside.

Robin didn’t think that she would ever understand Steve and why he left you. But, she understands him now, a little.

He was scared of how much he loved you.

“Do you wanna go home?”

“Nah, I’m your ride, remember?”

She pats his back, giving him a smile, “that’s right, dude. You should go and have some fun.”

He snorts, shaking his head. He glances at you, not expecting to see you looking at him – staring at him. He can’t read the look in your eyes but he can see the smile that tugs at your lips. You raise your hand, waving at him, shyly.

His eyes light up, his lips twitch.

Robin notices the look on his face, the happiness that takes over in an instant. She follows his gaze.

“Do you wanna go talk to her?” Robin asks, nudging his shoulder.

He looks at you with softened eyes. His shoulders fall when you break eye contact, turning away from him to face Eddie again.

“No,” he whispers.

“Why not?” Robin asks, knowing that he wants to talk to you.

“She’s with Eddie.”

“So? You talk to her every time they come to Scoops together.”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

Steve nudges his chin towards you, “look at them.”

Robin sighs, looking over at you and Eddie. His arm is now wrapped around your shoulder, he is smiling as you whisper something in his ear.

“I won’t interrupt that.”

She knows how Steve feels about you, she knows how Eddie feels about you but, what she doesn’t know is how you feel about them or how you feel in general. You don’t talk about your feelings, you don’t know how to, every time you did try to talk about them with her, you fell into a ramble, mixing up words, stringing together sentences that would make no sense, confusing both her and yourself.

It wasn’t always like this.

You used to be able to talk about your feelings. You never rambled or broke down in the middle of a sentence and she felt like you were getting better after each conversation you had.

Then, you went on that date with Ray and everything went downhill after that.

You spent so much time trying to get over the pain that Steve had caused you. You got stronger and more confident. And it seemed as though you got – or, started to get over him. It took months to get up and all it took was a night to fall back down.

She sighs.

“I get it, Steve.”

“Careful.”

“I am careful!”

“No, you’re not! You’ve been on this ladder unsupervised.”

“So?”

“So? You’re a clutz!”

You roll your eyes, snorting at his words.

“No, I’m not, Eddie.”

You finish taping the new Metallica poster to the wall, glancing down at him, “alright, give me the next one, please?”

Eddie chuckles, he lets go of the ladder and leans down, reaching for the last poster in the box. He unrolls it and his eyes widen.

“Holy shit, that’s a new Iron Maiden poster!” He gasps, staring up at you with big eyes.

You giggle, nodding, “I ‘accidentally’ ordered two.”

He furrows his brows.

“Got one extra for you.”

His eyes light up and a smile appears on his face.

“No fucking way!”

You laugh at his little outburst.

“It’s in the breakroom, I’ll get it after I put this one up,” you say, pointing to the poster in his hand.

“You’re the best, did I ever tell you that? In case I haven’t, you’re the best, sweetheart!”

He holds it out for you, grinning at you as your eyes meet.

You shake your head in amusement, giggling, “I think you are the best but thanks.”

He grabs the ladder again, eying you with a smile on his face.

To know that you thought of him while making orders for the store, to know that you got something for him, something that he didn’t even ask for, makes him so happy.

“So, what are we doing tonight?” You ask.

He watches the way you furrow your brows as you tape the poster right next to the Metallica one. You bite your lip, focusing on getting it even.

“Uh, I’m not sure, what do you feel like doing?”

“Dinner and a movie night?” You suggest, “Heather is throwing a party but I don’t feel like going.”

“Me neither.”

“So, dinner and movies it is.”

“Sounds perfect to me, bab– s-sweetheart,” he clears his throat.

Baby. He wanted to call you baby.

Your cheeks heat up. You dare to glance at him, finding him looking completely flustered. His eyes are closed, his brows are knit together and his cheeks glow red. Cute. You have to suppress a giggle.

“Alright, all done!” You clap your hands together after finishing hanging up the last poster. You grab the tape and the scissors, handing them to Eddie before you make your way down the ladder.

“Careful,” he teases you.

You only roll your eyes in response. You jump on the ground, looking up at him with a proud smile, “see? Not a clutz.”

You shouldn’t have spoken too soon. The moment you take a step forward, you trip over the open box on the ground, stumbling forward. His hands land on your waist.

Your hands fall to his chest, your knee buckles but you don’t fall, he holds you tightly.

“Not a clutz, huh?” He chuckles as he looks down at you.

“That was an accident,” you pout, looking up into his eyes.

You furrow your brows, his racing heart that you feel beneath your touch pulls your attention to his chest and for the first time, you notice how much bigger he actually is, how much taller he is.

How did you not notice before?

“Hey guys!”

Robin’s panicked voice causes the both of you to flinch. You both turn to look at her, frowning in confusion when you see the way she looks between you both.

You slowly step away from Eddie.

Why is she looking at you like that? Nothing happened.

“Hey,” you smile as you lean down, picking up the empty box.

Eddie gives Robin a questioning look, tilting his head to the side.

Her eyes are wide and she’s smiling, nervously.

What the hell is she so nervous about?

A moment later, Steve walks into the store. Oh, right. Her new best friend, the one who gets jealous at every interaction he sees between you and him. Eddie rolls his eyes, not at him but at Robin and how protective she is of his feelings.

“Oh hey,” Steve mumbles, turning to look at Robin in surprise, “you come here on your day off?”

She nods, stepping further into the store, “yep.”

“Buying new records for the car you don’t have?” He teases, smirking.

“Ha ha,” she rolls her eyes.

He chuckles and finally turns to face you.

“Hey.”

You smile at him, “hi.”

Steve glances at Eddie who turns away, pretending to look around.

“So uh, what are you two doing here?” You ask, chuckling.

Robin raises her brows, pointing at Eddie, “what’s he doing here?”

You walk behind the counter, putting the box down. You reach for the drink on the counter, lifting it up, “he brought me coffee and lunch.”

Robin nods, tilting her head, she smiles at Eddie, “you’re such a sweet friend, Eddie.”

He rolls his eyes at her, mumbling something under his breath before he turns away again.

“I uh– I wanted to ask if you wanted to spend lunch break with me but, I see you got something already,” Steve mumbles, running his fingers through his hair as he looks down.

“Oh, maybe next time?” You ask, trying to give him a smile.

‘Maybe next time’ sounds like a nicer version of ‘no, thank you.’

Steve knew that it was a mistake to come here and ask you to spend time with him, alone. But, he wanted to try.

“W-We can go out for lunch together… on Monday?” You offer.

His eyes light up and he looks up from the counter, he nods with a smile on his face.

“I’d love to.”

He smiles at you and you smile at him. Neither of you notice the annoyed look on Eddie’s face.

“And I wanted to ask if you wanna go to the lake tomorrow? You, me, Chrissy,” Robin smiles, “and your two uh–” she stops herself from saying what she actually wants to say as she gestures to Steve and Eddie, “buddies.”

Steve squints his eyes at her, “buddies?” He whispers.

“It’s supposed to get super hot tomorrow,” Robin says, ignoring Steve and Eddie’s glare.

“Uh– sure, why not,” you shrug, “Eddie, do you wanna go?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You lift your brows, giving her a smile, “great.”

She lifts her hands, giving you two thumbs up, “great,” she grins, nudging Steve’s shoulder.

You should have known that Robin and Chrissy wouldn’t be here on time – poor Steve is probably in his car waiting for them. A part of you is relieved that Eddie didn’t have to pick them up though, you would still be waiting for them.

You and Eddie are sitting on a large picnic blanket, looking at the water as you both snack on the grapes you brought. You are still in your sundress but the longer you sit out in the sun, the more you feel like ripping it off and jumping into the cold water.

There aren’t many people around, a few kids with their parents, some teenagers you recognize from school but you and Eddie chose to sit away from everyone else.

You are both quiet, enjoying each other’s company in silence as you wait for the others.

“They are taking so long,” you whine.

“I know,” Eddie chuckles.

You glance at him, he stretches his legs out and leans back, looking at you with a smile on his face.

“Do you wanna go swimming?”

You bite your lip, looking him up and down. You take your sunglasses off and put them on your bag.

“If you come with me,” you say, giving him a sweet smile.

“Do you think I’ll let you swim alone? There could be monsters and shit, I gotta protect you.”

You laugh, shaking your head.

“Monsters in Lovers Lake? The only monsters I see are those teenage boys – hold on, is that Carver?” You ask, scrunching your face up in disgust as you point at the blond who just jumped into the water, “you might be right, there are monsters.”

Eddie chuckles, “yeah, that’s a real monster.”

You start to unbutton your dress.

Eddie gets up, reaching for the hem of his shirt, he pulls it over his head, throwing it on the ground, it lands with a soft thud beside you. You look at the shirt as you push the dress down to your waist, looking up at Eddie.

You have seen him shirtless before, countless times, actually. He is actually one of the only men you had seen shirtless – one was Steve, another one was Billy, but only because he walks around shirtless whenever he gets the chance to. Besides, he was never one that you had been attracted to. So, Billy doesn’t count.

But you look at Eddie.

His body, his skin, his scent, different from the one you already know, the skin you traced. The freckles that are not on his skin, yet it is covered in tattoos. No sun kissed skin, yet still beautiful in its paleness. No brown luscious hair, but a messy mop of dark curls that still fall beautifully on his shoulders. Both beautiful, both different. But why are you even comparing?

“Ready to go?”

You snap out of your thoughts, nodding.

Sighing, you look down and finish taking your dress off. You press your lips together as you adjust your top.

You hear the sharp breath he takes, the curse word that fell from his lips, the one he tried to cover with a cough.

“I-Is t-that a new one?” He stutters, trying to rip his gaze away from your chest as he points to your swimsuit.

You feel amused by the stutter, by the blush on his cheeks and the shakiness in his voice.

“Yes,” you giggle.

Eddie stares at you, at your body, at your soft skin that he is dying to touch. Your eyes that shine beneath the sunlight, the cherry red swimsuit that is hugging your body so perfectly. The way you look up at him with big eyes, parted and glossy lips. You look so gorgeous.

“I love it.”

Your eyes widen and you are once again blushing.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

He looks at you, not hungrily, not in a way others have wanted you before. He looks at you like you are the most precious thing in the world.

You push yourself up, leaning closer to him, you give him a teasing smile.

“I’ll race you to the water.” And with that, you run off, giggling when you hear him cursing.

“Hey! That’s not fair!”

You squeal in surprise when he catches up with you quickly, he wraps his arms around your waist, picking you up and running into the water with you. He laughs at the squeal that falls from your lips again when the cold water touches your skin.

“Got you,” he whispers in your ear as he holds you tightly, sinking in the water with you.

“It’s so cold!” You gasp, holding his forearm tightly.

“Wanna dive, sweetheart?” He teases.

“No!” You squeal as he takes you deeper into the water.

He chuckles when you push his hands off, putting some distance between you before you turn around to face him.

“You wanna fight me?” You splash water his way.

“Oh,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “you wanna play that game?” He asks, splashing water back at you.

You nod as you walk back, suddenly feeling nervous when an evil smirk appears on his face.

“How about you play the helpless victim?”

“And you play the big bad monster?”

He suddenly jumps forward, reaching for you but you quickly pull back, trying to run in the water.

“No!”

You hear his dark chuckle behind you, “we didn’t even get started!”

“You’re an evil water monater!” You giggle as you take a look at him, watching the way the few wet strands of his cling to his cheeks.

His eyes light up with amusement, “the evil water monster is gonna get the pretty human.”

Your giggle makes his heart flutter and his smile widens when you squeal again as his fingers brush against your wrist.

“I almost got you!”

“Leave me alone!” You laugh, making the mistake of running into the other direction, giving him the chance to grab you. His hands grab your waist and he pulls you against him, your back is now flush against his bare chest. His fingers digging into your sides as he starts to tickle you.

“H-Hey!” You laugh, throwing your head back, “t-that’s not f-fair,” you giggle, gripping his wrists but he is stronger than you. “E-Eddie!”

“Eddie!” He mocks, laughing.

You push him back, hard enough for him to lose balance and as he falls, he takes you with him, wrapping his arms around you, you both fall into the water, laughing together as you fall against his chest.

The water sloshes around you. You are both giggling as you help each other up, holding each other's hands. He pulls you into him causing you to stumble forward a little. Your free hand falls against his wet chest as his falls to your waist.

“Hi,” you chuckle.

“Hey,” he smiles, moving his hand up to tuck the wet strands of your hair behind your ear.

You look at his chest, eyeing his tattoos for a moment and then, you look up, eyes drifting to his lips.

His brows knit together. He watches the way you look at him. His breathing stutters when your eyes continue to stare at his lips. But you are confused and completely lost. Why? What are you thinking about?

You pull away from him when you catch yourself thinking of something that shouldn’t even cross your mind.

Why did you even think about it?

Why did you have to get so close to him?

Wasn’t the kiss with Steve enough?

Why are you trying to ruin another friendship?

You already lost Steve, you don’t want to lose Eddie too.

“Hey guys!”

Both you and Eddie look up to find Robin running into the water, grinning at the both of you.

“Hey!”

The smile on your face is fake, Eddie can see it.

“Took you long enough, Buckley,” Eddie chuckles.

“Yeah, I uh– we stopped by the store, got some snacks,” she says with a shaky voice as she gets into the cold water.

“Hey guys!” Chrissy yells from the spot you and Eddie picked, waving at the two of you. She sits down on the pink towel she just put on the grass next to yours.

“Hi!” You smile, waving back at her.

Judging by the tanning oil in her hand, you already know that she won’t be joining you in the water.

Finally, you look at Steve, who seems unaware of what just almost happened. He takes his shirt off and runs his hand through his hair as he stands there in just his swim trunks, looking like some model that just walked out of a magazine. Your eyes widen as you stare at his chest.

Since when does he have chest hair?

He used to hate it and always shaved it when you were still together.

You stare at it without meaning to, your eyes roam his body. He changed a little, his arms are more muscular than before, his shoulders are a little broader. His hair is longer too.

When he looks up, you turn away, not wanting to be caught staring.

“Robin, can I talk to you for a moment?” Eddie asks with pleading eyes.

“Yeah sure.”

You watch as they both step away, leaving you standing by yourself for a moment. Good, you need it. You look around, deciding to go swimming without them. You take a deep breath and walk deeper into the water, letting the coldness envelope your body. You close your eyes and you start swimming.

As you swim further away from the shore, the voices and the laughter from the people get lost in the distance. You hear the water sloshing, your breathing and your beating heart.

You stop swimming and tilt your head back, stretching your arms out as you lay on your back, letting your body float.

You try to not think. You try to not feel. You try to just be here and enjoy this. You enjoy the cold feeling on your skin beneath the water, the warm feeling of the sun shining down on your face.

For a moment, it’s so quiet out here, it’s almost eerie.

You think about the joke Eddie made. Monsters in Lovers Lake. Now that you’re out here by yourself, you can’t help but think about it. Maybe there is something in the deep end.

Something could just snatch you up and pull you down. You definitely watch too many horror movies.

“You’re too far out.”

Your heart leaps to your throat and you open your eyes, gasping as you clutch your chest.

“You scared me!”

Steve’s lips part, his brows furrow. You place your hand on your chest, trying to calm your breathing. He can’t help but laugh as he takes in the terrified look on your face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, swimming closer to you, “did you think about that weird lake monster that you were so afraid of when you were a kid?”

“Huh – oh! O-Oh, you remember that?” You laugh.

He nods, “yeah, you only talked about it like every day.”

You snort, rolling your eyes.

“I wasn’t thinking about that monster.”

“A different one then?”

“Maybe.”

He laughs, “still scared of monsters that don’t exist, I see.”

“Hey, you never know, something could just emerge from the water.” You swim towards him, getting closer and closer. His cheeks are a little red, water drips down from his hair, single droplets rolling down his cheeks and his lips.

“And what, snatch me up?” He chuckles, licking his lips.

“Mhmm, maybe monsters love guys with uh that,” you giggle, pointing to his chest, “I thought you hated chest hair, Stevie.”

You always told him to stop shaving it, you always wanted to see what it would look like on him.

His cheeks heat up and he doesn’t know whether it’s because of your words, the nickname or the closeness of your body.

“I’m trying new things,” he shrugs.

New things. He is trying new things. He tried new things when he dated girls before you, new hairstyles, new clothes, new music. He only ever tried new things when he was interested in someone and thought that he had to change – be better, look better.

“L-Like what?”

Your eyes flash with something that he struggles to read.

“For girls you mean?” You ask before he can even respond to your first question. You remember what Robin told you the first time you visited them at Scoops Ahoy. “A-Are you– do you have someone?” You ask before you can even stop those words from spilling.

“What?” He asks, shaking his head at you.

“Nothing,” you mumble, “forget it.” Why do you even care?

This is none of your business. He can do whatever he wants. He can flirt as much as he wants. He can go on dates. He can have flings. He can have girlfriends.

You tear your eyes away from him, desperately wanting to get away when you feel your cheeks heating up but just as you’re about to swim back, you notice how loose your bikini top is suddenly feeling. You raise your hand, placing it on your chest, “shit,” you mumble when you realize that the knot came undone.

“W-What’s wrong?” Steve asks as he snaps out of his thoughts.

“M-My stupid bikini – the knot–”

He realizes what happened when he notices your hand on your chest as you keep your other arm stretched out so you stay afloat.

“Can you help me?” You ask with big eyes.

His heart melts at the tone in your voice and the look in your eyes.

“Of course,” he whispers, swimming towards you.

This isn’t ideal but, he touched you before, he had seen you naked before, it won’t be weird or foreign for him to do it.

He swims behind you and he stares at your bare back for a moment, swallowing nervously. He takes in a shaky breath and reaches out to gather your wet hair, he brushes it to the side.

A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his touch for the first time again. His calloused fingers touching your bare skin. You press your lips together, and close your eyes.

He moves closer than he has to, he can’t help it. He reaches for the strings of your top and he starts tying the knot, slowly. He can feel the goosebumps on your skin and he can’t help but wonder if it’s because of the cold water or if it’s because of his touch – he hopes that it’s because of his touch.

He looks at your soft skin, wondering what it would be like to feel it on his again. He wonders what it would feel like to touch you, to have your body pressed against his. He looks at your shoulder, wishing that he could lean down and press his lips against it, pressing kisses up to your neck. His heart flutters just at the thought of it.

He is close, so close.

His fingers brush against your spine and your breath hitches in your throat. He heard it.

His touch feels so different from the way it used to feel. It’s soft, gentle. Something that it never used to be. He is careful with you, he never was, not when you were still his.

You wonder if he ever thought that you looked beautiful.

You wonder if he ever craved you the way you craved him after he left.

Your heart starts racing the longer you feel his hands on your skin. Hands that used to be so rough on your body are now so light and caring, it makes you nervous. His hands feel familiar yet so strange and foreign.

Is he touching someone else with those hands now?

“There’s no one else.” He says as though he could read your mind.

For a moment, you stop breathing.

“There’s only one girl for me,” he whispers as he puts his hand on your shoulder, turning you around carefully so he can see you, so he can look into your eyes.

He felt the way you reacted to his touch. He heard the sadness and the jealousy in your voice when you had asked him those questions. He can see the look in your eyes.

There is still a chance.

There is still a chance, right?

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 26 days

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Hi! Can I request a Mitsuya Takashi angst where Mitsuya likes yn but reader is too dense or already in love with someone else?

Thanks!

No Chance {Mitsuya Takashi}

A/n: I need to find a final layout for my posts ugh. Anyways, thank you for requesting, I hope you like it.

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x gn!reader

Trigger Warnings: none

Falling in love at first sight wasn't really something that had happened to Mitsuya before. All of his previous crushes, from his early school years, all the way to his second year in university when he met you, were something that had been developed over time.

When he met you, leaning over your books in the library, Mitsuya knew. He took his sketching notebook out and sat down next to you. He tried his best to spark a conversation and when he finally did, he was the happiest he had ever been.

You were everything he was looking for: fun, beautiful, talkative, polite, kind... everything. And you were so interesting with such interesting views, he could sit there and talk to you for hours and not get bored. You even complimented his tattoo which was slightly peaking out of his hoodie.

Naturally, he asked for your number and one thing brought another and you stayed up till the morning texting each other. You would constantly go out for coffee, you would take him with you whenever you went to the shops and he loved it because there was nothing better than clothes for him and being with you while he voiced his opinion on that dress you liked? It felt amazing.

Surreal.

Because it quickly turned out that it was a little too good to be true.

It wasn't until one day that you went out with him and Yuzuha that she tried to play matchmaker by asking you if you had a crush. Mitsuya's heart broke when he heard the economic's major heartthrob's name leaving your mouth.

At first, denial kicked in. He had watched Yuzuha lying to her crush a million times by mentioning another guy's name just so she can make him jealous and it always worked. But the way your eyes lit up and the shy tone in your voice once you started talking about them was way different from the tone Yuzuha would use.

He tried to play it cool because hey! How many times had he told his sisters stories about people who thought they were in love with someone and then realised that they actually loved their childhood friend? Mitsuya wasn't your childhood friend but... he was sure that the story could apply to him as well.

Therefore, he continued trying to win you over with subtle yet meaningful acts. It pained him to see you looking over at your crush whenever you would see them around the campus but Mitsuya had a huge advantage: you and your crush had never talked and as mean as it sounded in his mind, you would never talk because they were famous and you were normal.

Six months later, Mitsuya felt finally ready. There had been a few signs that could be taken as positive omens and Mitsuya had thought everything out. He would meet you at the university's cafeteria, hand you over the shirt he had spent days making just for you and he would confess.

Needless to say whatever was left from his heart from the first time he realised he wasn't the one in your heart, broke once more when he saw you and your crush talking.

#mitsuya takashi x reader #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya x you #mitsuya takashi #takashi mitsuya #tokyo revengers mitsuya #tokyo revengers x reader #mitsuya takashi angst #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo revengers #writing #anime and manga #anime #manga

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reve-writes · 1 year

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—inked; kaz brekker.

ʚ kaz brekker x reader | grishaverse | 1k words. ʚ reader is a tattoo artist, kaz brekker needs a tattoo. there's a lot of yearning involved. ʚ non-descriptive needle and tattoo stuff; slight angst. ʚ a/n you can tell i don't know how tattoos work.

Kaz Brekker should stop trying to find a reason to knock on your door. He should step back, tilt his head down and walk away as if he was never there in the first place. It was becoming a habit and habits meant comfort and comfort usually became root for something more—something that someone like him couldn't grow beyond a sprout when you deserved the whole forest.

Yet he stayed stubbornly at your door.

He was a selfish man in that regard.

He could hear you shuffling behind the door and then the rattle of your keys, followed by a soft click of your door being unlocked. You pulled the door open a smidge.

“Kaz!”

He wished you didn't sound so happy to see him. Then, he wouldn't feel welcomed to come back the next time and the next time and the next. He didn't want to make a habit out of it, but he was here yesterday and four days ago and a week ago. He had a feeling that he would be here in the near future as well.

Your door swung open immediately. You were wearing casual clothes, comfortable for sleeping, instead of your usual coats and leathers. It was a welcome change. It made his visits feel more personalised, like he was the only one to see you as you were and not as you wanted him to.

“What brings you here tonight?” you asked, already leading him to sit on the upholstered couch in your room. It used to be your bed, before you saved enough for a real one. Now, it nestled itself in one corner of your room for rare visitors. The only one who ever came by your rented room in Ketterdam was Kaz lately.

“I want to get a tattoo.”

His eyes wandered to your walls, littered with inked drawings of past tattoo designs you had done. You worked at a tattoo parlour that fell in the Dregs' territory. Many of the new members had their tattoos done at your workplace. You had even inked a few of them yourself.

“The shop opens in a couple of hours,” you said. “We can wait—”

“Not at the shop, if you can,” he interrupted. He didn't think he could bear having other people in the same room. He didn't think he wanted someone else to potentially do it as well. He came to you because he trusted you. He had spent too many nights awaiting dawn with you. He had told you too many secrets he shouldn't have. You had told him things about yourself that you probably shouldn't. He came to you when nothing went right. He came to you when everything went the way it should. You waited for him after a good day. You still waited even after a bad day.

It was a strange dynamic.

It should feel like he was skeeting over the edge of a chasm, but it felt more like the gentle hum of his room at the Slat. Steady, familiar four walls that served as a respite from the debauchery of the Barrell.

“Of course,” you agreed. It took you less than five minutes to gather everything you needed. Fortunately, you had gone on a supply run for the shop earlier. You were planning to bring everything to the shop when it opened, but you'd be needing them earlier than you thought.

“You're putting a lot of trust in me,” you joked. “I could write 'Ketterdam's biggest loser' on your arm.”

“It would suit you better than me.”

You chuckled. He thought it would sound good on vinyl. He could listen to it for hours.

“Rule one, Brekker. Never insult the person who's putting permanent ink on you.” You shot him a glare, but you were smiling. It was inexplicably easy to smile around him. “What are you thinking?”

“The Dregs tattoo, on my arm.” He rolled his sleeves and your heart was beating twice as fast. Unbeknownst to you, his was as well. He had never bared a part of himself so casually before. You had never seen him without all his layers—all the protection over his skin.

Your machine whirred to life. You disinfected his skin with a couple swipes of a disinfectant pad. His whole body tensed when you made contact, despite your gloves.

“Hey, Kaz.” You pulled his attention away from where you'd touched him. “I won't hurt you.”

You held out your gloved palm. With your free hand, you took his gloved hand and set it gently over your palm. He inhaled sharply.

“It's okay. It's just me.”

He trailed a finger softly over your palm. There was a barrier between your skins, but it was daunting all the same. He took a couple of deep, spaced breaths with closed eyes. When he opened them, you were smiling encouragingly at him.

“You can start,” he said, but almost immediately regretted it when you pulled your hands away.

“There will be slight pain,” you said over the whirring of your machine.

He scoffed. “I know pain better than—”

He cursed, inhaling sharply when first contact broke his skin.

You rolled your eyes. “I warned you, Brekker.”

Stray hairs fell over his forehead. “I was startled.”

His eyes were tracing the lines of your face as you worked. The proximity started to feel somewhat comfortable, with the lull of your tattoo machine. You occasionally hummed as you worked. He etched the sound into his mind. You weren't a singer, but he preferred your voice over any performers.

“Done!” you suddenly proclaimed. He looked away and cleared his throat. “What do you think?”

The crow and cup over his right forearm. A permanent mark that he was Dirtyhands of the Dregs. No deed too low for him as long as there was enough Kruge involved. Was that all who he really was?

“Can you add another? A small one,” he rasped.

“Certainly, Kaz. What is it?”

“The letter R, here,” he pointed at his bicep. “For the boy I was. For my brother.”

“I wish I could've met him, you know. Jordie.”

Kaz wished so, too. A foolish wish. Ketterdam didn't groom him to be a wishful thinker. Hope was a dangerous, dangerous thing. He should leave.

“Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if I overstepped.”

Kaz's eyes widened. “No. You're okay.”

It was him.

“Then stop looking like you're ready to bolt anytime, Kaz. I happen to appreciate your company.”

“Oh.”

He let hope force its way in and make a nest in his chest anyway.

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#kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x reader #—ki writes 🍯

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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I think the idea of George introducing (y/n) to his parents is totally cute and I think your style off writing would rock that. Happy new year by the way! All the best for you and your stories :)

This is my first ever request. I had such fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: brief allusion to sex, one mention of alcohol

~•~

Meet the Weasleys

~•~

"Ugh, gross. Why are my palms so sweaty?" Y/N muttered to herself, grabbing a paper towel, to wipe the sweat from her hands. Her early morning boost of confidence was gone, leaving her pacing from one end of the kitchen to the other.

She tossed the used paper towel in the trash and looked out the window for the 982nd time. George would be here any minute to take her to have lunch with his parents at his childhood home. A place called the Burrow.

Never in her life had Y/N been so anxious about meeting someone's parents. George seemed confident that she'd "be a hit." But, she wasn't entirely convinced. What could she, a "muggle," offer to people who could perform magic, real magic, with the simple flick of a wand? She glanced over at the apple spice cake she'd baked for dessert and hoped it would be enough.

~•~

Four months earlier

George woke up with a craving for one of the chocolate filled croissants that Ginny had purchased from a muggle bakery for James' second birthday party. Luckily for him, he had the address, and it was his day off.

The Pie in the Sky Bakery wasn't too far from Diagon Alley, so George decided to walk and enjoy the warm summer morning. Whistling as he went, he just knew it was going to be a good day. And he was right.

He didn't notice Y/N at first, distracted by all the enticing baked goods.

"Can I help you?" Her voice floated over to him, soft and melodious.

George turned and nearly stumbled over his own feet. The owner of that sweet voice somehow managed to brighten the already sunny shop even more. He was mesmerized.

"I-uh, hi." George stuttered and gave a goofy wave before clearing his throat and starting again. "Do you have any chocolate filled croissants today?"

"Of course! They're right over here. How many would you like?" Y/N bounced to the far end of the counter while George followed, a big, dopey grin spread across his freckled face.

He paid for two croissants and an espresso. Then, rather than taking a stroll, as he originally intended, George sat down at one of the little bistro tables and spent the rest of the morning exchanging shy glances and flirty banter with the lovely lady behind the counter.

When he could no longer make excuses for lingering, George approached Y/N. "Could I interest you in dinner tomorrow night?"

"Yes! I'd love to have dinner with you!" She answered, her brilliant smile melting George's heart into a puddle.

~•~

Two months later, to Y/N's delighted surprise, George confessed he was a wizard. And today, for the first time ever, he was taking a girl home to meet his parents.

George was practically bouncing off the walls.

"Hey mate, try not to leave any George-shaped holes in anything," Fred joked.

"I'll try!" George yelled from his bedroom. "But, I can't make any guarantees."

Fred shook his head and chuckled. He hadn't seen his twin this elated since he came home from the bakery four months ago gushing over Y/N.

"Ok, how do I look? George asked, suddenly appearing in front of his brother.

"Like a crazed lunatic who just broke out of the asylum."

"Ha, ha. Very funny." George deadpanned.

"Seriously though," Fred continued, scrutinizing his brother. "You look great. It's just..."

"Just what?" George looked down at himself.

"You seem a tad nervous."

"Oh that," the younger twin responded. "Well, I am bringing a girl to meet mum and dad for the first time ever. And mum didn't fancy the last two girls you and Bill brought home."

"Georgie," Fred retorted. "The reason mum didn't like Lizzy is because she had a mohawk and tattoos. And as far as Fleur goes, once mum realized she wasn't after Bill for a quick fling, she warmed right up to her."

"Yeah, you're right. I know you're right." George agreed. "I'm just overthinking again."

Fred patted him on the back. "It'll all work ou--" Fred stopped mid-sentence, closing his eyes and putting his fingertips to his temples. "Wait! I'm getting a vision...I see...you and Y/N together...in a house...and..and, there's something else. Hold on, it's starting to come into focus...yes, that's it! Loads of ginger babies!"

Fred opened his eyes to see George standing with arms folded, his lips quirked up in amusement. "Are you done?" George asked.

"Yes, quite." Fred said, lifting his chin in the air and sauntering away.

George snorted, wondering if Fred knew he was secretly eyeing a cute, little muggle flat halfway between his shop and Y/N's.

~•~

George arrived at Y/N's oozing his usual easy confidence. "Ready for this, my love?" He asked Y/N as they walked to his car.

Y/N took a deep breath, then smiled. "Ready as I'll ever be."

"Don't worry, darling." George said, bending down and planting a kiss on her cheek before opening the car door for her. "They'll love you."

~•~

The closer they got to the Burrow, the faster Y/N's heart raced. George seemed to sense this, and reaching out, he clasped her trembling, sweaty hand in his warm, steady one.

Y/N sighed as a wave of calm rolled over her. A small smile crept across her face, and she began tracing little circles on his hand with her thumb. He squeezed her hand in return, as his own small smile made an appearance.

Neither one spoke the rest of the drive. There was no need. Everything that needed to be said was conveyed through that one simple gesture connecting them to one another.

~•~

Y/N didn't have time to marvel at the impossible higgley-piggleyness of the Burrow. As soon as she stepped out of the car, Mrs. Weasley pulled her into a hug. "Oh my goodness, look at you. Cute as a button! You know, George talks about you all the time. It's so good to finally meet you! He tells me..." Mrs. Weasley's non-stop chatter faded as she led Y/N into the house, leaving George and Arthur to collect the cake.

George released a long breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Relieved, son?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah, actually." George admitted. "I was afraid she'd give Y/N the cold shoulder like she did to Fleur."

"Ah, you needn't have worried about that." Arthur began. "Bill sprung Fleur on us out of nowhere. We had no idea he was even dating anyone. But you, George, you've been talking about Y/N for months. Your mum has had time to get used to the idea. Not to mention," Mr. Weasley added with a chuckle. "She’s ecstatic that Y/N's a baker. Now she has someone to talk shop with."

The same dopey grin that had spread across George's face the day he met Y/N returned, and to Arthur's amusement, his son practically skipped into the house.

~•~

A wonderful lunch turned into an impromptu bake-a-thon with George bounding around the kitchen "helping" Y/N and Molly as they made one treat after another. His unrestrained joy was so sweet and infectious that neither of the women were upset when he accidentally put a cup of salt and a teaspoon of sugar into one of the batters, rather than the other way around.

Even Arthur, who generally stayed out of the kitchen whenever Molly was cooking, found himself pulled into the mélee by his giddy son. By the end of the day, they were all covered in flour, frosting, and a vast array of sprinkles, thanks to George and Arthur getting a bit too happy with sprinkling the colorful little confections.

~•~

"This ranks as one of the best days of my life," George commented as he and Y/N relaxed on the tiny balcony of her flat, sipping whiskey and nibbling on chocolate chip cookies.

"I have to agree, Georgie." Y/N concurred, using the nickname reserved only for her and Fred. "I can't believe I was so nervous. Your parents are wonderful."

George smiled and lifted her hand to his lips, leaving a lingering kiss on her knuckles. Then, he turned his gaze to the moon. "It's getting late."

"It is." Y/N responded.

"I don't want to leave."

"You know my bed is always open to you." Y/N said with a cheeky grin.

"I know." George's eyes twinkled as he uttered the next words. "But, I mean, I don't want to leave ever again."

"I know, love. We never want to part at the end of the day." Y/N responded, still not quite catching on.

"Exactly." George said, jumping right to the heart of the matter. "Will you move in with me? I know it might seem too soon, and if you aren't ready, that's okay, we can w--"

Y/N ended his ramblings with a kiss that made him forget everything he'd ever learned for a few brief moments.

"Of course, I'll move in with you." Y/N said, once they pulled away.

"R-really?"

"Yes, really."

"Yes!" George exclaimed and fist-pumped the air. "This calls for a celebration," he said, picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the bedroom.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #fred weasley #arthur weasley #molly weasley #the weasleys

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Lover.

Mechanic! Eddie Munson x Hopper! Reader

Summary; Eddie is settling into life after the defeat of Vecna and the upside down, he survived the demobat attack and is now working as a mechanic.

When Hopper's niece came to town he fell for her hard.

Y/n doesn't expect much to happen in Hawkins, she doesn't know about all the supernatural shit that has went down, she settles into life with her mother and uncle and meets a very handsome mechanic Eddie.

Warnings; Fluff, little bit angst, smut, 18+, minors dni.

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It had been a few months since the battle with Vecna and the defeat of The Upside Down.

Eddie had survived the demobats attack and was thankful for that. Newly reinstated chief of police Jim Hopper managed to get the untrue murder charges due to Vecna's reign of terror dropped and he was so grateful.

He kept his head down and worked hard, helping his uncle find a new place for them to live ( due to the earthquake that happened after Vecna's death and The Upside Down's destruction) that had destroyed his uncle's trailer.

He threw himself into Hellfire Club and still acted as a leader for the club even though he had finally graduated (third time lucky) and he had a job working as a mechanic which made him good money and kept him busy.

Nightmares plagued him about the demo bat attack and he would wake in a sweat at all hours feeling sick to his stomach and suffering from panic attacks.

Sometimes it was hard to get out of the black hole he was in due to the anxiety, sometimes he didn't see light at the end of the tunnel.

Then he met y/n.

❤

Y/n had moved with her mother to Hawkins to be with her her mother's brother and her uncle Hopper.

Hawkins was nice. It was a small town so everyone knew each other. She had made friends with Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington and had got a job working with them working in Family Video.

That's when she first met Eddie. He had come into Family Video and was covered in grease, tight jeans, a fitted whist vest that showed off his many tattoos and his curly brown hair in a loose bun.

His brown eyes were beautiful, his smile made her melt and she swore she had never seen a more beautiful man in her life.

Eddie stares at her too, a blush creeping up his cheeks and he smiles.

"Munson you better not be getting grease all over the floor". Steve tells him and Robin is grinning looking between them.

"This is y/n Hopper Eddie. She's Hopper's niece and y/n this is Eddie Munson, he's our friend and he works as a mechanic". Robin nudges her to speak to him and she holds her hand out, he brings her hand to his mouth gently kissing it.

"Hello, sweetheart, it's so nice to meet you". She feels her heart race and she begins to like Hawkins even more because she has met this gorgeous man.

❤

Eddie had never been in love, bar a few hookups from time to time his self named cynical heart and nature made him not believe in the concept.

He didn't think he would find anyone who he would fall for deeply.

Until he met y/n. Since their first meeting in Family video, he was smitten and made his feelings very clear.

They were dating and had been for the last fortnight.

Currently, she was with him in his uncle's new trailer, they had rented a movie and had spent most of it locked in intense kisses.

He had never felt like this before, this fierce sense of longing, fiery heated need, the sex was mindblowing and he was falling for y/n more and more every day.

He took her to band practice, they would make out when he wasn't busy at work, he would hang out with her at family video.

Movie nights were his favourite though and on this quiet, cosy night he was falling for this sweet woman more and more.

Hopper kinda scared him at first but once he assured Hopper he would never ever hurt his precious niece they got on well.

Now he just had to tell y/n he was in love with her.

❤

She walks into the shop and locks the door, Eddie is under his van tinkering with it and she calls to him slipping off the jacket.

"Eddie?". He pops his head out at the side of the van, sees what she is wearing and gapes.

"Jesus H Christ". He moans and chambers out as she toys with the straps of the little slip she's wearing.

"I wanted to surprise you, baby, do you like". He swallows and looks her up and down and licks his lips.

"Very, very much sweetheart". His hands caress her sides and he kisses her deeply. He removes the strap of her slip and groans at her bra and panties, matching with little white and pink bows.

He opens the back of his van and their moans fill the room as he shrugs out of his overalls and presses her close to his body, his erection straining against her stomach and she drops to her knees taking him in her mouth.

His hands fist into her hair and she loves as he comes apart moaning loudly.

"Fuck baby, you are so fucking incredible". She smirks and he meets her gaze.

"I want to come inside you princess, she nods and turns her attention to his lower stomach teasing him with kisses and little bites along his body, rolling her tongue up to his chest, her breasts pushing up against his cock and he whimpers in pleasure.

"Fuck, that feels good princess".

He takes charge then and she's on her feet and he orders her to lay across the vans floor which she obeys greedy for him, he notices and kisses her.

"My greedy girl, want me to fill you up don't you princess?". She whimpers and nods as he joins her on the van floor teasing her with his lips, kissing and sucking, leaving little lovebites over her body, her breasts, her stomach to her hips while his fingers slide into her, the friction and movement building her orgasm and he grins.

"Patience sweetheart, patience". He replaced his fingers with his cock and she mewls in ecstasy gripping onto his shoulders as he sheaths inside her, keeping up relentless thrusts and she clenches around him sending them both almost over the edge, groaning.

"Fuck baby you feel so good. So tight. Mine". He growls and she wraps her legs around his waist so he can move deeper and he moves faster and faster.

When she comes it is mindblowing, Eddie follows and comes inside her, filling her up and she moans stroking his hair.

"That was mindblowing". Eddie says stroking her cheek awed. "How does it get so much more incredible every time". She agrees her body rocked with more spasms of pleasure.

"I'm closing up sweetheart and we are going home and I am going to fuck you sensless". She grins and quickly gets dressed as does Eddie.

❤

Eddie has his girl in his arms, it's early autumn and the wind is howling, he's desperate to tell her how he feels, what she means to him and he tilts her cheek up and kisses her softly.

"I'm in love with you princess". Her eyes light up, a warm smile on her face and she beams.

"I love you too Eddie". The thunderstorm rages outside, and the rain battering on the windows and y/n stroking his hair.

He's with the girl he loves and wants to be with for the rest of his life.

That very happy thought lulls him to sleep and for the first time in a long time he has no nightmares.

He sleeps well.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #mechanic eddie munson #eddie munson x hopper!reader

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junkdyke · 9 months

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GIRLIESSSSS i had a cute gay ass day!!

So me and my dyke (soon-to-be) roomie went to this queer market to check it out, and my tattoo crush and her gf just happened to be there too! Roomie and my Crush have already met bc when Crush still worked at my studio, Roomie came as a guest and we were the only 2 that could speak spanish and really chat with her <3 so the 4 of us ended up hanging out, i hadn't seen my crush and her gf since we went out of state together so i caught them up on all my girl-drama and work chisme, and talked about more travel plans for all of us to go tattoo together! Lots of spots and dates just got added to our calenders!!

then we went to the dyke event and AS IT TURNS OUT, this gay bar is right down the street from my workplace! I've been right next to it so many times and never knew it was there, so now I know where i'm gonna go with my other lesbo coworkers. Anyway, it was leatherdyke themed and the amount of fucking dykes that showed UPPPP it was actually overwhelming, the outdoor area was PACKED and there were sooo many hot butches jfc

we ended up staying mainly inside, me and my crush's gf danced and were the icebreakers for other girls to come over and fill the dancefloor. There was an older butch who came over to dance too and she looked sooo shy but was just vibing and eventually another girl got her to hop into the dance circle and we were hyping her up ugh she was so fucking cute and it was so fun! I got approached by this really short cutie, we danced, chatted, got to know each other, kissed, she was super sweet. At some point another girl came up and asked me where I got my shorts, so I tried to show her my tag LMAO and her friend, beautiful black girl with locs, leaned into my ear and told me I was gorgeous. I told her I loved her locs and TRULY i wanted to swap info with her but I didn't wanna be rude in front of the girl I was already talking to, so they wished up both goodnight and left BUT YANNOOOOO crossing paths, universe, w/e w/e

Anyway, Crush and her gf left a little earlier, and then Roomie needed to leave and I was her ride so we left along with the girl I met, and then my roomie was like "can we go to the dollar store?" cause she had never been lmfaooo so the 3 of us spent a fucking HOUR just grocery shopping and pointing out snacks and grabbing random stuff. Roomie ended up buying a bunch of stuff for her picnic tomorrow and a GIGANTIC unicorn balloon for her soon-to-be-girlfriend lmfaooo and we kept teasing about how gay it was. The girl I met got me flowers <333 And she offered to drive us to where my car was because she "was just looking for an excuse to spend more time with me", so we did and then I asked if I could give her a goodnight kiss, and it was a very very nice lil makeout, while my friend waited outside with her balloon LOL. SO fun, I felt cute, saw so many hot people, reminded me of what's out there, reminded me to be more confident with approaching people, informed me that lesbians DO leave their house and while we still don't have many designated lesbian bars, we do have a nice array of lesbian events. AMAZING dyke energy <3 <3 <3

#i really needed a night like this #im so glad #mine #personal #wlw #lesbian dating #lesbian #dykeposting

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seidenbros · 2 years

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Rock You Like a Hurricane

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x (perv) Female!Reader

Word count: 3416

Summary: Twice you've been enjoying each other's company now, and Eddie keeps thinking about you. But when he finds you sitting in his apartment when he comes home, you scare him nearly to death. A little punishment leads to a lot more.

Warning/Tags: shameless smut/porn, dirty talk, bit ofmasturbation (f), vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (m receiving), deepthroating, breast fucking, shower sex, multiple orgasms (let me know if I missed anything) | 18+ MINORS DNI

A/N: WELL I guess this turned into a series now, but you can read each part by itself and don't need the others for this. This is smut after all (probably should call this porn instead of smut). And the wonderful @ethereal27cereal came up with the Naughty Neighbours, so I'll just name the series like that. Thanks for that, love

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Work had been a hassle with customers that changed their mind mid-tattoo and that one woman, who’d been trying to get something more of him when she brushed the back of her hand against him again and again in places where her hand had no business being. At first he’d thought it had just been an accident, but when she’d told him that she could come back later to show him how grateful and happy she was about her new tattoo, there had been no doubt about her intentions. But Eddie had politely declined. And then not so politely when she’d waited in front of the shop for him after they’d closed. Eddie had gone back in to wait until she got bored and went home.

Maybe, a couple of weeks ago, he might have taken her up on that offer, but not now. That night he’d spent with you, after he’d just climbed over the balconies when your door had been open, had been in his mind ever since. It had only been a couple of days since that night, but you’d been on his mind all the time. And he wanted to repeat that, wanted to hear your pretty moans again, and he would certainly knock on your door, but first he had to get home and get changed.

When Eddie turned on the lights and closed the door, he was ready to head for the fridge and pour himself a big glass of Whiskey. It had been a long day, but he was glad that he didn’t have anything in his hands when he turned around and saw you on his sofa.“Jesus H Christ!” placing a calming hand over his heart, he stared at you, but his lips slowly pulled up into a smirk, as his eyes landed on the black lace panties, the matching garter belt and stockings that adorned your legs. He dropped to his knees, bracing himself on the hand that was not clutching his heart. “You’re trying to kill me, right? Scaring the bejesus out of me and then looking like that!”

“Well, just wanted to return the favour!”

You were nervous, there was no denying it, because you’d never done anything like that. Even before, you’d worried about what to wear, whether this was the right decision, but you were here now. It was a good thing that you had a whole drawer full of pretty underwear, because that at least made you feel a little sexy while you were sitting here in front of him, heart racing in your chest. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him, about his hands all over your body, his eyes watching you as you touched yourself, because he’d wanted to watch you. This night had fueled your dreams and fantasies, and you wanted more.

“In scaring me half to death?” He smirked, slowly getting back up on his feet to close the distance between you. “You’re lucky that you’re so incredibly hot, especially in that outfit.” His eyes raked over your body, swallowing hard, because he wanted to throw you over his shoulder and carry you down the hall to repeat just what you’d done the last time, but then he thought better of it. “Still… need a little punishment for scaring me like that.”

“Ohh,” you managed, breath catching in your throat, and you felt your arousal shoot straight to your core because of his words. You were willing to try new things with him. That was the beauty of this… arrangement? If you could even call it that, because both of you had kind of slipped right into this without talking about it. But you trusted him, felt comfortable enough to explore new things and even voice your needs.

“I mean…” Eddie pedalled back a little, licked his lips thinking about how to word his thoughts. He didn’t want to scare you away, not now that he’d gotten a taste of you. But all this had to be completely consensual.

“No, you’re right.” You said getting off the couch to drop to your knees in front of him. You looked up at him through your lashes. “I need to be punished for that.” The small smile that was playing on your lips betrayed your words a little bit, but you achieved what you wanted with them: That Eddie felt comfortable in his position again. You could see it immediately, the way his eyes glazed over, the way he palmed his growing erection through his pants.

“I’m glad that we’re on the same page.” Eddie smirked, brushing his knuckles across your cheek. “You’re gonna get to work yourself or you need me to tell you?” His thumb brushed over your plump bottom lip, and he groaned when your tongue darted out to meet his thumb. You could see him getting impatient when he pulled back his hands to unbuckle his belt.

You pushed his hands away and opened his jeans, pulled them down along with his boxers. The sigh of relief from Eddie’s lips made you look up at him when you licked the palm of your hand before you wrapped it around his dick. You felt him shiver slightly at the touch. Eddie managed to pull his shirt over his head to get that out of the way, before he looked back down at you.

Your hand started moving along his length, pumping him until he was fully hard, which didn’t take long. Eddie gathered your hair in one hand to hold it back from your face, eyes fixed on you when you ran your flat tongue along the underside of his cock, swirled your tongue around the head. You closed your lips around him and sucked, your hand still holding him at the base.

“Fucking hell… that feels good!” He’d been thinking about this among other things, but especially about your plump lips wrapped around his cock while you looked up at him. And you didn’t disappoint, no, it was even better than in his imagination.

When you took him deeper, you could hear him groan, the grip on your hair tightening. You put your hands on his thighs, urging him on when you felt his hips buck against you, pushing himself even deeper, making you gag.

“Such a pretty little mouth… doing such dirty things…” He panted, his hips thrusting forward again, but you didn’t stop him, instead you urged him on. This was your punishment, but you enjoyed it way more than you’d probably like to admit. “Taking my cock so well, sweetheart…”

You moaned around his cock when you heard his words, the vibrations making him gasp. You relaxed your throat, when you took all of him, your nose buried in the fine curls above his dick. You nearly made him fold in on himself, because he hadn’t expected that. When you pulled back slightly, Eddie couldn’t control himself and thrust into your mouth. Tears started pricking your eyes, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the blissed out look on Eddie’s face when he looked down at you and fucked your throat, muttering something you couldn’t make out. But then he pulled back, leaving you gasping for air. Your right hand came up to wipe at the corners of your mouth, to wipe the drool away, while Eddie stood in front of you.

“As heavenly as that was, I don’t wanna shoot my load down your throat. Not today.” Eddie said with a smirk, and you couldn’t help but whimper at his words. Another promise of more that made you clench your thighs together. You knew that your panties were already soaked with your own slick, because pleasing him like this had only made your own arousal grow even more. And then you remembered what you’d said the last time. That he could fuck your tits next time.

You scrambled to your feet only to sit on the sofa, which gave you the perfect height for this. Eddie stepped in front of you, eyes fixed on your slightly swollen lips, before he looked back into your eyes.

“As pretty as that bra is… take it off!” And you followed, reached one hand around your back to unclasp the bra and let it fall down to the floor.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” He brushed his fingertips over your cheek, but then dropped them down to your tits, his thumbs brushing over your erect nipples, making you let out a little moan. “Yeah, fucking perfect… and these gorgeous tits…” He cupped them with his hands and pushed them together, prodded his cock against them. “You gonna let me fuck these perfect tits of yours?” He was waiting for your approval, because even though you’d mentioned it the last time, didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to change your mind.

“God yes,” you breathed out, the thought already making you even wetter. Your hand wrapped around his cock and led him between your tits, and he slid between them easily, still lubed up from your spit and his precum. Eddie didn’t waste any time and bucked up his hips again and again, eyes fixed on your tits while his thumbs rolled your nipples beneath them again and again.

“Such a fucking good girl… you’re a dream come true!” You looked at his face, at the pleasure you could see there, knowing that you were the reason for that, and that definitely boosted your ego. But you were getting desperate for some friction as well. Since he was pushing your tits together, your hands were free, and so you found yourself running your left hand down your body to disappear into your panties, only to be greeted by your own arousal coating your fingers immediately. You rubbed them over your clit, moaning out Eddie’s name. That certainly got Eddie’s attention, and his eyes wandered down to see what you were doing.

“Oh yeah, rub that clit for me. Make yourself feel good. You deserve it! Been such a good girl tonight.” He rambled, he always did when he got close. His movements got sloppier, because he tried to get a glimpse at your hand in your panties, but you managed to pull his eyes back towards your lips when you stuck your tongue out to touch the head of his cock with every thrust he gave you. “Jesus Christ, you’re really something… Letting me fuck your tits like that… Goddamn, I’m so close… Are you close?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled an answer, your fingers rubbing your clit a bit harder, getting you closer and closer to the edge. You’d never been so close so fast, but this whole situation was something that had you longing for more. More of this, more of him, and you could have probably come just from giving him that pleasure.

“Go ahead… make yourself come. I wanna see you, hear these beautiful noises from you!” Eddie pretty much ordered, while he let go of your tits, taking his cock into his own hand while he watched you. Your eyes were fixed on him as you felt that coil inside you tighten even further before it finally snapped and your cunt clenched around nothing, sending wave after luxurious wave through your body. Your legs trembled, your hands haltet in their movement, while you chanted his name over and over. Eddie Eddie Eddie!

Seeing and hearing you like this made Eddie let go as well. He’d needed to see you like this to let go, and he grunted and cursed when he shot his load all over your chest, milking himself dry with his fist, until you were both a panting mess.

You slowly pulled your hand out of your soiled panties, but before you could do anything else or say anything, Eddie wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you up and into his arms, not caring that his own seed was no pressed against his chest, he just needed to hold you.

“Shit, are you okay?” he asked into your neck, placing a surprisingly gentle kiss against the skin, while his fingertips made their way down your back.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked with a laugh, pulling back slightly to look at him. “That was fucking intense… and amazing.”

“Good.” You saw relief wash over him before he tilted your head up to kiss your lips. “Didn’t know if all that was… okay. We haven’t exactly talked about a lot.”

“No shit.” You chuckled against his lips, your hands landing on his arms, slowly stroking upwards.

“Want to join me in the shower again?” Eddie asked, his hands running over your sides to the garter belt you’d nearly forgotten about. “Maybe keep these on?”

“Oh, you like them?”

“Sure do. Just had my hands full with other things before.” The smirk on his lips made you swallow hard, because even though you’d just come, you felt your arousal rise again because of him, because of his words and the gentle way he touched your hips, before he let his fingertips rum over the smooth fabric of your stockings.

“You sure did,” you couldn’t help the chuckle that came over your lips, your body responding to his almost innocent touches. You didn’t want to go home, you wanted more of him, and so you took his hand in yours. “I think they’ll survive a shower. And these panties are ruined anyway.” You took a step back from him to shimmy your panties down your legs, but when you wanted to toss them to your bra, Eddie took them from your hand.

“Mind if I keep them? To remember this night?”

“N-No… they’re all yours.” The glint in his eyes made your heart beat faster, and you watched him put your bunched up panties into the pocket of his jeans that were still pooled around his ankles. Now, he stepped out of them and threw them onto the sofa.

Eddie took your hand in his and led the way to his bathroom. The layout of his apartment was similar to yours, but you were still glad that he was walking ahead, because you would have probably ended up in his bedroom, since you weren’t thinking straight. Not with everything that had happened tonight that was clouding your head.

He turned on the water and waited a second before he stepped in, still holding your hand to help you inside. When the hot water hit your skin, you gasped, but then it started to feel good. Eddie stepped behind you, his lips pressed to your shoulder as he reached for the shower gel to pour something into his hands. You’d masturbated in front of him, you’d had sex, but this right here, right now, felt more intimate somehow. You closed your eyes when you felt his hands all over your body, making sure that he got you really clean.

You returned the favour, mapping out his body with your hands while you lathered his body up. The scent from the showet gel filled your nose. Something fresh with a hint of lemon and mint. Once you’d washed all the shower gel off your bodies, Eddie pulled you back against his chest again. You gasped when you felt how hard he was against your back.

“Can’t help it… you have that effect on me, princess.” He kissed the shell of your ear, kissed further down the side of your neck before he slotted his lips over the spot where your neck met your shoulder, and sucked softly.

“I’m not complaining,” you said, taking one of his hands in yours to push it between your legs and show him how ready you were for him again, because Eddie had that same effect on you as well.

“Fuck,” he cursed against your skin, lifting his head again, wet curls grazing over your shoulder before he turned you around in his arms. One last look in your eyes, before he kissed you like he was drowning and you were the only source of oxygen for him. You wrapped your arms around him, looking for some support as you felt him lift you up. Your back hit the wall, but the slight pain was quickly overturned by the pleasure you felt as the tip of his cock brushed against your aching core.

Eddie pushed one hand between your bodies to guide his cock into position so that he could slide into you easily. Your legs wrapped around his middle, as you tore your lips from his in a loud moan. He was buried deep inside you, stretching you so good that you could swear that you were seeing stars for a moment. The pain gave way to pleasure, as he pulled nearly all the way out only to slam back into you.

“Oh fuck… Eddie!” Your nails scratched his shoulders.

“Mhm?” he mumbled a response, his head leaning against your shoulder, while his fingers dug into the supple flesh of your thighs, keeping you in position. When rolled his hips once again, you gave another moan that was practically music to his ears, the sweetest sounds he’d heard all day.

“What do you need?” he asked all sweetly, lifting his head just enough to look into your eyes, his pupils blown wide from lust, mirroring your own, because you wanted him so much, needed him.

“I need…” You tried to collect your thoughts, but failed. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, which immediately drew Eddie’s attention there. “I need your dick… I need it rough Eddie! Just.., fuck me please, this is torture!”

“I’m not trying to torture you.” Eddie leaned down to steal a kiss from your lips, before he straightened a bit. “Just figuring out what you need.” And with that he started to set an unrelenting pace, pistoning in and out of you with deep, hard thrusts that left you a moaning, mewling mess, completely drunk on him and his cock.

“Look at you… all needy and so… so pretty. Fuck!” Eddie grunted, his hands keeping you in place, while he gave you just what you needed, just what you’d asked for. You could already feel it again, the next oragsm, that was threatening to pull you under.

“I’m… fuck Eddie… so close!” Your moans echoed through the bathroom, and you were pretty sure that your nails would leave marks in his shoulders that he’d still be able to see the next day. “Gonna come… I need to-” Your words were interrupted by your own orgasm that suddenly rolled over you. Your legs wrapped around him tighter, your pussy clenching around his cock again and again, making his hips stutter.

“That’s it! Fuck you’re so pretty like this! Such a good girl! Taking all of my cock. Keep going!” His hand was between your bodies all of a sudden, his fingers rubbing over your clit to prolong your orgasm, while he kept thrusting into you. It didn’t take him long to reach his own high when your walls were gripping him so tight. Eddie’s head rested on your shoulder a string of curse words leaving his lips, as he painted your gummy walls with his white hot seed.

Your head was swimming, your legs absolute pudding as he slowly lowered you onto them. Your hands still held onto his shoulders, because you would have just collapsed to the floor otherwise. Eddie realised that and wrapped one arm around your middle to hold you up, to hold you close.

“Come on… I’ll clean you up and then… we can maybe get something to eat, how’s that sound?” His voice was low and quiet next to your ear. “I think we can both use that to regain some energy, hm?”

“Yeah… probably.” You chuckled as you placed your head against his shoulders, closing your eyes. You needed another moment, but it was nice to feel him taking care of you. He was careful, treated you like the most precious thing he’d ever had, and that made you feel even more at ease in his presence.

“Wanna stay the night? That way you won’t have to climb over the balconies again.” Eddie chuckled as he pushed your wet hair from your face. “Or risk someone seeing you like that in the hallway.” And even though he didn’t want to admit it, he’d prefer it if nobody else saw you like that.

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

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redheartshapedsunglassesxoxo · 1 year

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Ellie and the reader meet for the first time and fall in love, they drift apart for a while but years later they seem to find each other by fate again..?

rekindling an old flame.

a/n: two fanfics in a day omg??? Ellie and I fell in love in October. I remember the day I met Ellie like it was yesterday. We were both at a coffee shop, and both of us were waiting in line for our orders when our eyes met each other. There was an instant spark between us. We started a conversation and found myself lost in her company. We spent the entire afternoon talking for hours about art, music and traveling. We exchanged numbers and made plans to see each other again. As the weeks went by, I found myself falling harder for her. However, life had other plans. Ellie moved away to pursue her dreams of becoming a guitarist and I got caught up in my own life. We drifted apart, and despite the occasional phone calls and text messages, we lost touch. She was just a distant memory from a different time in my life. Years went by, and I moved on with my own life. I had a sweet, loving boyfriend. But one day, fate brought us together again. We ran into each other at a bookstore, and as soon as our eyes met, we both knew that the spark was still there. We spent the rest of the day catching up with each other's lives. She ended up not becoming a guitarist, but a tattoo artist. I mentioned I had a boyfriend and the look on her face when I said that was filled with disappointment. By the time we said goodbye to each other, we both knew that there was still something worth holding onto. We started seeing each other again and fell in love with each other all over again. I knew at that moment that fate brought us back together for a reason. We were determined to make it work this time. I knew that Elle was the one for me. I broke up with my boyfriend, so we could be together. I knew that life was unpredictable and liked to throw unexpected curveballs. But, I also knew that we had a connection that was worth fighting for, and that could overcome anything that life threw at us.

Ellie and I embarked on our new journey together. A journey full of love, comfort, laughter, and endless possibilities. I knew I was going to make it last forever.

#ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 1 year

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Young American - Part 10

Hey friends, thank you for your patience! Chapter 10 is kind of a fluffy and emotional breakthrough for these two. Next chapter is the first date and some smutty-smut!

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The holidays had felt really long for Y/N. Her family was very big on traditions and being together and making memories and so she definitely missed that part of things. Her mom had sent her a text wishing her a happy holiday but that was about it. She did have fun with her aunt Julie and her friends, but this was different and she felt like a baby for it but she did cry when she went to bed and when she was able to talk with Harry the tears flowed again, though that was largely because she missed him and she was about to get her period so she was very sentimental and he just looked so cute and cozy in his hoodie. They had only talked on FaceTime on the 26th and on new year’s eve, he was so busy catching up with family and friends, out of everyone she understood the importance of that. Other than that, they were texting constantly, which was fine by her.

It did bum her out when Harry informed her that his flight was cancelled due to some bad weather, but he was going to make the best of it by extending his stay by a few more weeks; they did FaceTime for that conversation and one other time when he was showing her some new designs he was working on. But he informed her that after chatting with Auree and seeing that he had no clientele scheduled for January he took a few more clients at Eddie’s shop in London so that he could try and recover what he’d spent on travel. After all, he still had rent and bills to pay whether he was living in LA or not, so he needed to make money any way he could and if that meant taking more clients in London while he was there he would do that. He and Eddie would be flying in together actually, since he wanted to come and see how everything was going. They would be arriving in a few days and so Y/N was spending lots of time with her friends from school, the shop, and Julie because she knew that once Harry was back he would likely steal her away to make up for lost time.

Y/N had been doing most of the walk-ins now that Harry was gone and it was giving her tons of time to practice. Auree was doing a lot of her supervision and she was very impressed with her progress. Most of the things Harry had been focusing her attention on were near perfect now that she had the opportunity to execute those styles and techniques. She even did her first realism piece, it was a small scorpion, but it had been a challenge none the less and it turned out perfect. She had also been working on ways to bring her tattoo up to the standard that she wanted it to be, but that was in the evenings before she went to bed.

“Hey, daydreamer!” She heard Rosa’s voice and snapped out of her head and watched as she and Vy chuckled.

“What?” She asked with a giggle.

“Don’t look so bummed, Harry’ll be back in a few days.” She teased and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I’m not bummed, I was just thinking.” She said, “I frown when I’m thinking.” She explained.

“Thinking about missing Harry.” G added in with a smirk from across the studio, he was currently tattooing a client.

“Oh shut up and mind your tattoo.” She said which made him and his client chuckle as Rosa came over to her.

“OK, but I’m not shooting into the dark when I say that you miss him, am I? You miss him at least a little tiny bit.” Rosa said and Y/N felt her face flush but Rosa didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to, it was all in her eyes.

“No, you’re not.” She admitted and Rosa winked which made Y/N snigger.

“Even I miss him! He’s quite wonderful when he’s not being a dick.” Vy said as she came over to join their little gab session at the drawing station.

“Yeah, he is.” Y/N smiled.

“So, I’ve been dying to ask but everyone told me to leave it alone.” She said glancing at Vy who rolled her eyes, “When he whisked you away when you were having a bad day, what did you do?” She asked with a suggestive grin and Y/N shook her head.

“Not what you think, you horny little cretin.” Y/N said through some laughter and Rosa cackled loudly and Vy smacked her arm.

“Don’t get crazy, you don’t want to startle G and make him mess up! The guy is getting his kid on his arm.” Vy scolded Rosa who then glanced back and mouthed an apology to G who was already glaring at her.

“And to answer your question he took me to the beach. We just got some fresh air and drew a little bit-”

“Each other?” Rosa interrupted to ask and Y/N glanced down for a second.

“It wasn’t the plan, but yes.” She said and this made Vy and Rosa coo softly and for poor Y/N’s face to heat at the attention these two were giving her, “Then we went to these sand dunes and Harry ate shit.” She chuckled as she recalled, “I mean, I did too, but his fall was funnier than mine. And then we went home.” She shrugged as she finished her story.

“Home, huh?” Vy asked and Y/N bit her lip for a moment before looking at Vy.

“You know what I mean.” She said and Vy smirked.

“I’ve been dying to ask, he kissed you at my party didn’t he?” She said and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“No. He was drunk as fuck, I had to drive us home!”

“Home… there it is again. Almost like you…share a home?” Rosa teased and Y/N rolled her eyes yet again.

“Yes, we shared my house that night because I had no idea where he lived and he completely passed out before he could put his address in the damn GPS.” She explained, that was very nerve-racking for her but he had been so sweet and cuddly that night.

“And you shared the bed?” Rosa asked.

“I made myself a little bed on the floor.” Y/N said and Rosa glanced to Vy.

“I don’t think she slept in it.”

“Me neither.” Vy grinned and Y/N groaned again as they teased her.

“You two are making a whole lot of nothing into something.” Y/N warned.

“Oh please, Harry has had a crush on you for ages!” Vy said and Y/N shook her head.

“Whatever. The point is that we’re good now.”

“Real good, if you asked me.” Rosa smirked suggestively.

“Well good thing I’m not asking.” Y/N jabbed back making the girls laugh softly.

“We’re just teasing you. It’s just cute how you get all flustered when he’s being all sweet and soft with you. And well, it’s sweet to also watch him with you, it’s like you can do no wrong.” Vy said and Rosa nodded along in endearment.

“He is rather sweet when he’s all soft like that.” Y/N admitted, “He really is so fucking sweet, he just needed a minute to get acclimated, you know?” She said and they nodded in understanding.

“Well, I’m glad that it all worked out.” Rosa said with a smile.

“I still choose to believe there’s something going on.” Vy hummed.

“You keep telling yourself that, Vy.” Y/N giggled.

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Harry was really anxious to get back to LA; he felt that he had been gone too long. It had been over a month that he’d been gone and he missed Y/N like crazy. He had talked to his family all about Y/N, he was extremely sweet on her and when Harry was fancying anyone he was just above and beyond adoring with that person. His mum had expressed to him that it was great to see him that way because she hadn’t seen it in a while; after his last relationship ended Harry had kind of stopped dating and just gave himself a break from love, he just hooked up with people. She did appreciate Y/N fretting over him in that video of him at the sand dunes and she even said that it was good that the person he liked was looking out for him like that. All in all, he was more than confident in pursuing more with Y/N.

Currently, he was texting with Julie, plotting a little romantic dinner for he and Y/N when he got back. He would likely see her at the shop first, but he wanted her to be surprised when afterwards they immediately went off to have a nice and quiet evening alone. He was eager to get back to her and back to LA, he felt reinvigorated; he never intended on staying in London for so long, but it really helped him get back into the groove and to regain the confidence he had lost with how slow things had been for him in LA. He was able to see a walk-in from LA who had actually been wanting to get tattooed by him and had no idea of his relocation, he just happened to be on vacation, but now that he knew that Harry was in LA he assured that he would recommend him to friends and also get in touch to brainstorm on a big back piece the guy had been wanting to do. This was very thrilling and he just felt like things were finally looking up.

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Y/N had literally been counting down the days and today was the day that Harry would be back. The longer she was working in the shop the less she needed to start coming in so much earlier than everyone else as she mastered the tasks better. She had found ways to speed up set up in the mornings and typically turned up at 9am now, but she knew Harry was an early bird so she showed up around 8:30 on this particular day and decided to design pieces while she waited for him to arrive. It was nearing 9:15 when she heard the back door open and she perked up.

“Baby?” She heard Harry’s voice and she shot out of the stool and rushed to the entrance meeting him right by the lounge and he dropped his bag down as she rushed into his arms. Her legs circled his hips as he spun them around a few times before she grabbed his face and kissed him deeply.

“I missed you. So. Fucking. Much.” She said between kisses and he smiled against her lips.

“Missed you too, baby.” He said before blindly sliding his bag into the lounge with his foot and walking them over to the counter and setting her on it as they parted for a moment to take each other in after so long. She immediately smiled as she took in the little clip on the top of his head holding his hair in place. He’d done it before, but it looked so long now.

“Your hair’s getting long…” She cooed, “And look at this!” She giggled as she ran her thumb around his mouth to feel his rather full mustache and slightly sparser beard on his chin and jaw.

“Forgot my electric razor and I didn’t see the point in buying a new one, but I know it needs to go s-”

“Mmmm, it doesn’t have to…” she said with a small smile, “I’m kinda digging the mustache.” She said before biting on her lip and he grinned.

“Really?” He asked in slight shock and she nodded, thumbing over it again.

“S’kinda hot. In like a dilf-y kinda way.” She said lowly and he chuckled.

“If you really like it I can keep it for a while. Gets a lot thicker than this.” He said and she smirked.

“Say “it gets a lot thicker than this” again.” She teased and he rolled his eyes at her teasing, “Please, daddy?” She whispered with a grin and he groaned and kissed her hard before breaking the kiss dramatically.

“Not the time nor the place.” He warned her lowly as his hands slithered up her thighs. He loved how she was playing with the curls at the back of his head, he missed that a lot.

“Sorry, sorry…” she hummed, “But can you kiss me again?” She asked and he smiled.

“Course I can.” He whispered before dipping down again and capturing her lips against his. Like always, they got lost in their kiss and were consumed with the things they felt for each other as if the entire world was created just for them two to exist in it. The taste of his tongue against hers and the scent of his cologne and himself were all like a vortex that dragged Y/N away from reality. It was the same for him, everything about her was like a siren song to him, he had tunnel vision when he was around her and he couldn’t care less, especially when they had been apart for a more than a month at this point. It was absolute bliss to be in her arms once again. To feel her lips on his. To-

“Well, good morning to you two!” They heard an enthusiastic greeting and Harry immediately pulled his lips from Y/N, but her body close, their hearts were beating hard and fast at the scare as they both turned their heads towards the door and saw a smirking Vy leaning against the doorframe.

“Jesus, Vy-” Harry started, but she was quick to interrupt him.

“I knew something was going on!” She laughed pointing to Y/N who groaned in embarrassment as Vy laughed, “Rosa and I were grilling her about you the other day.” She said to Harry.

“You guys need to stay in your lane.” Harry grinned and Vy scoffed.

“The lounge is everyone’s lane, you two.” She winked and Harry rolled his eyes again as she came in further as Harry helped Y/N down from the counter.

“Please keep this to yourself until we figure this out, Vy.” Harry pleaded lowly.

“Of course. I love secrets.” She hummed with a grin as she put her bag in one of the lockers and Y/N giggled. Harry hugged Y/N from behind as she reached up to the cupboard to get the coffee grounds to make a kettle of coffee. Vy walked past them to the leave the lounge with a smug smile.

“You may proceed you little horn-balls.” She teased and Y/N laughed as Harry flipped her the bird and Vy cackled as she walked out.

“Quick, a bit more before everyone else shows up.” He said as he flipped her around and their lips met in a few playful kisses until they heard the heavy back door opening up and he hurried to grab his bag from the wall by the entrance of the lounge where he had kicked it to. Y/N continued setting up the coffee maker and soon Rosa was shrieking with excitement as she stepped in and saw Harry putting his bag in a locker.

“Harry!” She cheered with joy and hurried over to hug him and he chuckled as he hugged her back.

“Rosa, great to see you.” Harry greeted her and she smiled brightly.

“H, the amount of girls who have come back for more walk-ins asking for you…” she said and he shook his head.

“Fuck that, tell ‘em I’m taken.” He said and her eyes widened.

“Wait. What?! You’re taken?!” She asked in shock and he chuckled nervously, just realizing his blunder as Y/N bit her lip and continued with the coffee.

“Like tell them that I am to ward them off, you know?” He recovered quickly and Y/N held back her laughter as best as she could.

“Oh! Yeah, good thinking. I wear a fake wedding ring when I go out sometimes.” She confessed and he hummed.

“Hmmm…maybe I’ll shift one of my rings over.” He mused and she nodded before she walked over to Y/N and hugged her from behind.

“Hey, girl!”

“Hey, Rosa.” Y/N smiled, leaning her head against Rosa’s as she rested her chin against Y/N’s shoulder, “Want some coffee?” She asked.

“Yes, please.” She said and let go, “G pulled up when I was coming in, so add some for him too.” Rosa informed and Y/N hummed in understanding.

“So Harry, any plans tonight? We should celebrate you coming back, right Y/N?” Rosa said cheerfully and Harry cleared his throat.

“Oh, no plans. Just resting, I’m a bit jet lagged.” He said and Rosa sighed.

“C’mon, H! At least dinner!” She insisted, “Tell him, Y/N!” Rosa said, hoisting herself up onto the counter where Harry had settled Y/N on not even ten minutes prior.

“Yeah, that would be nice, H. We can all go out to eat with Eddie too.” She said and Rosa smiled wide.

“Yeah! Exactly! OK, let me catch Vy real quick, she always knows the best places to eat!” Rosa said and rushed out of the lounge.

“Baby,” Harry said coming up to Y/N, “I don’t want to go out with everyone tonight.” He said lowly and she turned to him as he leaned on the counter beside her.

“Come on, everyone’s so excited to have you back!” She said with a hopeful smile and he groaned.

“I’m tired and I would rather it be just us tonight.” He said quietly.

“Well after dinner we can go to yours or mine and spend the evening together? They just want to do something nice, H.” She insisted again and he groaned and decided to just say it.

“Baby, I have plans for us tonight.” He said lowly and she turned to him with a small smile.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, it was supposed to be our first date. I don’t want to reschedule. It was supposed to be a surprise but that’s ruined now.” He said bitterly and she tutted.

“Oh, we can get out of this. Just go out and tell ‘em you’re super jet lagged and we can do it on Friday or something.” She said he nodded.

“Right. I’ll be back… but if Rosa pouts we might be moving our first date, she’s really convincing with that pout, makes me feel so bad.” He huffed.

“I’ll beat her up.” Y/N joked and he chuckled before heading out of the lounge. Thankfully, Vy had his back and said she actually couldn’t do tonight, she probably knew that he wanted to do something with Y/N first. She agreed when he suggested they go out on Friday and that was that. When Harry went back into the lounge G and Y/N were chatting as they always were and he greeted G with a big hug as well.

“My, my so affectionate.” G teased and Harry tutted as he pulled away.

“It’s just been a while, OK?” He mumbled lowly and G shot a knowing grin to Y/N who was already smirking. She was about to join in on teasing Harry when they heard the back door swing open and Eddie’s loud and cheerful voice resonating through the shop.

“Good morning, artists!” This made Y/N smile and she turned around, seeing him walking in with a big box of pastries, “Oh, look at you all!” He said excitedly as he set the things down.

“Hey, Eddie.” G smiled as they hugged briefly.

“Hey, mate!” Eddie smiled excitedly and then he turned to Y/N, “And look at you! You look more grown, I hope Harry hasn’t been stressing you out too much.” He joked as he stepped forward and Y/N hugged him as well.

“Not anymore.” She joked and Eddie chuckled.

“He hasn’t been mean or a grouch, has he?” Eddie asked with a grin and Y/N glanced over to Harry who was also grinning.

“Not recently.” She said with a giggle and they both glanced over to Harry, who shook his head at her.

“I’m a god damned dream and you know it.” He pointed at her and she laughed quietly.

“More like a walking nightmare.” G muttered making them all chuckle at Harry’s expense. He didn’t take offense to it, he knew that he could be grumpy and moody, and now that G was kind of a friend and Y/N was well…more than that, it didn’t bug him to get called out as much.

“Well, I’m glad to know LA hasn’t changed him.” Eddie said, “Now, I want to see what you’ve been working on and added to your portfolio.” Eddie said to Y/N and she nodded eagerly.

“Yeah, c’mon I’ll show you!” She said with excitement and they headed out of the lounge to her station. Harry followed behind them, eager to hear what Eddie thought. They were looming over her station as she pulled out the portfolio of her work when Harry walked up beside Eddie.

“And the master joins the pupil.” He said to Harry with a smile.

“I think she’s the master, Ed.” Harry said and Eddie’s eyebrows raised.

“Oh really?” He hummed in excitement as she blushed a bit.

“Here, you can look through these.” She said handing him the folder with her bigger and newer designs. Eddie was rather impressed as he flipped through it. Vy came up as he looked through everything.

“Fuck, you’re really good.” He said as he started getting to the end of the folder, “Soon you’re gonna be tattooing artists too.” He chuckled.

“Welp, that one’s already been crossed off the bucket list actually.” Vy spoke up and Eddie glanced to her before quickly looking to Y/N who scoffed.

“Coloring in your flowers doesn’t; count, Vy.” Y/N sniggered.

“I wasn’t talking about my touch ups, I was talking about Harry! That’s his thigh on that page there, is it not?” Vy said and Eddie glanced to Harry, whose cheeks were now going pink.

“Really? No fucking way! You only get tattooed by Chri-”

“Well, the artist had a cool design.” He shrugged interrupting Eddie.

“That’s sick, mate.” Eddie said with a smile and turned to Y/N.

“How’d he take it?” He asked with a grin.

“Like a champ.” She assured with a smile, “It was my first big one so it took me a little longer than it would now, but he sat through it, was really patient with me-”

“I almost cried at the end. I looked down.” He said to Eddie and Vy who chuckled, “but she’s really good. Very pleasant to get tattooed by, wouldn’t mind having another round with her.” He hummed with a smile and briefly glanced to Y/N who was just buzzing to hear this.

“That’s great to hear! And I mean… if H got tattooed by you and he’d do it again I think that you’re ready for whatever gets put in front of you.” Eddie said and her smile dropped.

“Wait. W-what?” She stammered.

“I think he’s trying to tell you that you can tattoo whatever you want now.” Harry said with a small smile, his eyes, so full of pride, met her own.

“Oh my god…” she said softly as the news soaked in, “OH MY GOD!” She then shouted in excitement and hugged Eddie who laughed happily and hugged her back.

“You’re so fucking good, you have to know that. We can talk more about what milestones you need to accomplish in this next phase, but at the rate you’re going I think we can have you as a full-time artist by the summer.” He assured her and she bit her lip back to suppress the huge smile that wanted to break out on them.

“Holy shit…Well, thanks to Harry for all his help and guidance.” She said to Eddie and glanced to Harry who shook his head at her.

“S’all you, love. I just gave you a few tips.” He assured and she sighed in satisfaction.

“Thank you so much, Eddie. For everything. For ummm, taking a chance on me.” She sighed happily.

“Darling, I knew you were worth the wait.” He assured her and she wanted to cry and just inhaled sharply. She felt so giddy and tingly all over, she wanted to scream and laugh and cheer because her dream had just come true. Sure, she wasn’t a full-time artist yet, but she was good enough that she was given the green light to tattoo whatever pieces she wanted and that was a huge deal.

“Well, if you guys don’t mind I have to make a call to my aunt.” She said and Eddie smiled.

“You go on ahead.” He assured her and she grabbed her phone from her station and slipped out to the back to call her aunt.

She was just catching her breath for a few seconds, letting it all sink in when the door opened and she saw Harry peek his head out and she smiled when their eyes met and she signaled him over with a movement of her head and he slipped out and immediately hugged her tight and she started to cry tears of joy.

“Oh baby,” He soothed her quietly, “I’m so proud of you.” He praised as he squeezed her tight.

“I can’t believe this.” She sniffled as she unburied her face from his chest and glanced up to him.

“I can. You’re fucking brilliant, baby.” He said with a smile and reached up to carefully dab her tears away with his hoodie sleeves.

“Hardly.” She chuckled through her crying and he shook his head at her modesty, “This has been my dream. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do and I’m just so happy that I’m so fucking close.” She sighed contently and he kissed her forehead.

“I just see the way you work and how much you love it, like you were born to do this, Y/N. I can’t picture you doing anything else and I saw that from the day I started working with you. I know I gave you a bit of a hard time every now and again, but well, we’ve covered that before…” he said a bit bashfully and she smiled.

“Thank you, H. For all the feedback and your help and advice, I couldn’t have made it this far without you. Seriously.” She shook her head and he tutted.

“Oh please… you would’ve been perfectly fine. You have the the innate skills as an artist.” He said and she smiled.

“Well that may be, but I wouldn’t be where I am now if it weren’t for you and everything we’ve been through.” She said and he bit on his lip as she spoke, “You make me push myself and aim higher! You make me want to be better and I love that.” She smiled and he just leaned in and kissed her gently.

“You make me want to be better too.” He said against her lips, “But you make me want to be better in every way possible and I… love that too.” He confessed and with tearful eyes she tiptoed to connect their lips once again in a passionate and emotional kiss. Just when Y/N thought she couldn’t feel any happier, Harry would always come in and challenge that. Her heart felt so fulfilled as smiles overtook their lips, making their kiss a little messy, but it wasn’t really an issue as they made some space between them.

“Oh, I need to call my aunt!” She said and Harry nodded, allowing her to pull her phone from her back pocket before she dialed Julie, putting the call on speaker phone so that Harry could hear too. It rung a few times before she picked up the call.

“Hello to my favorite niece!” Julie sang and Y/N smiled along with Harry upon hearing this.

“Hey, I’m here with Harry. I’ve got some news.” She chirped and immediately her aunt started screaming in joy and Y/N laughed, “What’re you screaming about? I haven’t even said anything yet!” Y/N laughed and Harry did too as Julie stopped.

“I’m just assuming he finally asked you to be his girlfriend and I got carried away.” She laughed.

“Yeah, not yet.” He said and Y/N narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

“Yet?” She asked and Harry smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, it’ll come.” He said.

“Hopefully before I die of old age?” Julie said and they both chuckled.

“Yeah, don’t worry.” He said and they all laughed.

“OK, well what’s the big news?” Julie questioned.

“I can tattoo whatever I want now! So if you want your piece done-”

“Oh my goooood!” Julie cheered happily before Y/N could even finish and she and Harry laughed as Julie whooped and congratulated her on reaching a new milestone, “Yes! I definitely want to have you work on my tattoo! When can you officially start?” She asked after settling down a bit.

“Eddie’s in town, so I assume he might just do some observing this week to ensure that I have sufficient mastery over the techniques I’ve been learning?” She glanced to Harry in question and he nodded to confirm that, that was a very likely scenario, “So maybe a week or two?”

“Oh my god, OK! Yes, whenever, you let me know.” Julie confirmed and Harry draped his arm over Y/N’s shoulder and pulled her into his side.

“Thank you so much for helping me and supporting me with this, Julie. You have no idea how much it means to me that you’re going to be the first large piece I get to do.” She sniffled as her eyes welled up with tears again and Harry kissed her head for a little bit of comfort. He knew what this meant to her and it was absolutely amazing that both she and Julie were going to have this opportunity.

“I told you I would be around for when you got to tattoo.” Julie said with pride and this made Y/N’s lip quiver, “I love you, kiddo. And I am so fucking proud of you.” She said and Y/N sniffled once more before speaking.

“Thank you, I love you too. I just wanted to share the news.”

“Thank for sharing, you made my day.” Julie responded, “I’ll see you two later at the house?” She asked.

“Briefly. I am going to whisk her away for the evening.” Harry cut in and Julie cooed.

“Awww, so first date is tonight?”

“Yeah, thanks by the way for your help.” He said and Y/N glanced at him in shock and he grinned at her.

“Anything to make my favorite niece happy. Well, I’ll see you guys later, OK?”

“See you!”, “See you later!” Y/N and Harry chimed in.

“Yep! Love you guys, bye!” Julie signed off and then they hung up the phone and Harry was grinning like he’d just been given a blue ribbon or something.

“What?” Y/N asked with a giggle .

“She said “Love you guys”, which means she loves me, right?” He asked and Y/N giggled.

“I supposed she does. Don’t take that lightly.” Y/N warned and Harry shook his head.

“Oh, absolutely not!” He smiled as he looked into her eyes.

They were both thinking the same exact thing - that they loved each other. It had been months of their slowly growing relationship and despite the initial challenges of it all they were drawn to each other at am impressive rate, like magnets who so obviously belong together and are drawn together regardless of any barriers in their paths. It was on the tip of her tongue, telling Harry that she loved him too, it wasn’t just a Julie thing. She felt that her whole heart was bursting with everything she felt for him, she didn’t know how much more she could take before she exploded. And well, Harry knew what he felt but he was still a bit afraid to say it. The pain of his past had scarred him sufficiently to make him be more cautious with expressing an emotion as big and complex as love. But it was unmistakable that, that’s what he indeed felt for Y/N. With every glance, every smile, every touch, every kiss, every precious and perfectly mundane second they spent together made the feeling grow and grow exponentially and it felt so good but so scary at the same time. Like when you’re doing something risky, you feel so invincible for doing it, but you are aware that one wrong move and you could be pretty damaged for a while.

“What?” She asked as he continued to look into her eyes and he shook his head.

“Nothing. I’m just so proud of you and I’m so happy for you. You really deserve this one.” He hummed before hugging her close again, “So I was thinking that after we go on our date you can stay the night?” He asked and he felt her nod into his chest.

“Yeah.” She confirmed and he smiled.

“OK. So we can go our separate ways after work and get cleaned up a bit and then I can pick you up?” He suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Now how fancy are we going?” She asked.

“It’s not fancy at all actually. I mean, you can go fancy if you want, but you don’t have to.” He assured.

“OK. I’ll wear a nice top.” She said and he chuckled.

“OK, then I will too.” He agreed and she giggled as he wrapped her up in a big bear hug, “I missed holding you.” He hummed as he squeezed just a little bit more and she smiled.

“I missed you squishing me.” She hummed happily, “You’re so warm and you smell like heaven. Hadn’t seen you in person for so long I even forgot how hot you are.” She complimented him and he was soaking up her praises and compliments easily with a grin on his face.

“You forgot? I could never forget…” he said and she smiled.

“I mean to say that it’s far more striking in person, your attractiveness.” She said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, that is true… for you too, by the way.” He teased and she rolled her eyes at his playfulness but then she inhaled deeply and relaxed in his hold.

“Wish we could stay like this all day.” She whispered. He barely heard it, but the words made his skin raise with goosebumps as he too felt that being with her like this, alone, feeling her tucked against his body, it was absolutely perfect.

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