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be mine bee: h.s.

paring: tattooartist!harry x baker!reader

summary:

"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.

"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.

she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.

or

harry officially asks bee to be his.

or

another story of tattoo artist harry and bee

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the cool breeze hits my face and a shiver runs down my spine. my hairs thrown into a bun and a light jacket covers my black shirt i watch as y/n walks with a pip in her step as we search the local farmers market, a smile spreads across her face as people greet her, sending them back warm greetings. she stops in front of a fruit stand and her eyes light up.

"want sum' pet?" i ask wrapping a finger through her belt loops and pulling her back to me.

"mh i don't know, think i wanna try a mango cup." she hums looking at the vibrant mangos.

the elder man behind the stand smiles at y/n and she throws one back at him, "g'morning mr. posemato, how're you doin' today?" she asked him wrapping her arm around mine.

"doin pretty alright, how 'bout yourself y/n?"

"i'm great!" y/n responds cheerily.

"what can i get you honey?" he asked smiling at his produce.

"a cupa mangos please." she hums pointing to the yellow fruit.

he grabs a couple of mangos and moves over to his cutting board. y/n's dressed very 'farmers market-y', bell bottoms that hug her hips -and ass- perfectly, a cream sweatshirt that complements her complexion wonderful, her curly hair is pulled back into a clip and her staple round glasses are on.

"have i told you, you look absolutely amazing bee?" i hum and she chuckled nodding her head.

"only about seven times, today."

i grab ahold of her face and pull her ear to my mouth before whispering, "ya ass looks phenomenal bee." which cause her to gasp and push me away, red covers the tops of her ears and she shy's away.

"y/n?" i hear a voice ask and my eyebrows furrow looking in the direction of a man that stood about 5'8 and slim build, subconsciously i grab ahold of y/n's hand and pull her back to me.

"tristan?" she questioned with a look of wonder.

"oh my god! how's it going? i haven't seen you since high school?" he exclaimed moving closer to my bee.

i send him a glare before standing in front of y/n and putting an hand to his chest, "can i help you?" i ask with disgust in my tone.

"oh uh," he squirmed away before looking back at bee, "i uh didnt know you had a boyfriend." he said clearing his throat.

"oh actually..." y/n went to correct him but i butted it.

"she does. now, what do you want?" i snap, puffing my chest out.

"nothin' man, my bad." tristan coughed before walking away.

i turn back to y/n and grab ahold of her hand before bringing it to my lips and pressing kisses all over it.

"miss. y/n, you're mangos." mr. posemato caught her attention and she pulled away from me grabbing ahold of the mangos.

"thank you mr. posemato" she hummed giving him some money and then turned back to me holding my hand once more pulling me to a picnic table.

"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.

"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.

she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.

i allow my eyes to look into hers, and my body feels like it's turned into putty. her honey browns are more vibrant when in the sun and you can just get lost in them each time. as i look into her eyes all the memories over the couple of months since the night at The Safe House, rush through my head.

"bee, how the fuck does this work?" i question as i try to mix the margarine powder, watching as it avoids the mixer.

y/n looks at me before bursting out into a pit of laughter, she grabs a spatula and start to mix it that way. i watch as it becomes a liquidity substance and my eyebrows draw foreword.

"how the fuck?" i mumble and she shrugs.

"dunno honestly, science." she says with a toothy grin.

she goes back to the cookie batter and i watch as mischief takes over her eyes, she quickly looks at me before snapping her gaze back to the batter. she starts humming to a tune before reaching back over to the flour container and grabbing a cup full, the next moments go by in a blur as i feel a splat of grainy substance all across my face and in my hair.

"bee!" i exclaim before lunging towards her.

"harry no!" her laughs vibrates the air and my heart squeezes in my chest.

"you're a menace." i grunt shaking flour onto her.

"yeah but 'm your favorite person ever." she sings wrapping her arms around my neck.

"niall you asshat. move!" i grunt pushing him off my spin chair so y/n could sit down.

"oh wow! so what a new girl comes into you life and you forget all about your best friend? rude!" niall rolled his eyes in dramatics and y/n frowns taking him seriously.

"no niall! please, sit! i can just stand i don't mind!" bee hurries her words and stand aside.

"bee, no." i snap pointing to my chair, "sit."

she murmured a sorry to niall as she took a seat. i hook a leg around one of the chair legs and pull her to me wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

niall lets out a sad dramatic sigh, "no one care about niall, the best friend." he starts fake crying, "isn't there anybody who loves niall."

"no." i grunt and y/n suppresses her laugh.

"you know how i promised i'd never tell y/n, you're undesirable liking towards her." he asked with a smirk, "well i lied, you done pissed me off."

"niall, start ma fuckin tattoo before i punch you square in the jaw." i glare at the irish lad and he rolls his eyes.

i lay on my stomach and grab ahold of y/n's hand before niall pierces my skin with the needle and i let out a hum, all the stress that's built up slowly slips away. y/n's eyebrows furrow as she comes face to face with me, squatting to make sure we were making eye contact.

"does it hurt?" she asks softly and i know this was a shitty thing to do but i nod.

"real bad baby." i pout and worry runs across her face, "y'know what would help?"

"what?" she urges out, willing to do anything.

"a kiss." i muse.

she looks at me with a face of disbelief and i pucker my lips at her, letting out a chuckle she presses her lips to my cheek and i frown.

"no baby, a kiss on my lips."

"cheeky boy." she murmured, placing her lips on top of mine causing niall to groan.

"stop it! if ya fuck it up 's not ma fault!" niall snaps and i groan pulling away from her.

"y'know you really know how to kill the mood." i murmur before flipping him off.

"harry?" y/n breaks me out of thought and i look at her with a small smile.

"bee, you make me the happiest i've ever been. i never thought i'd find a person like you that continuously makes me happy. you're the sun to my moon, the blue in my sky, the bonnie to my clyde," i state and she giggled while i shot her a wink. "be mine bee? officially."

"of course harry! i thought you'd never ask." she giggled before grabbing my face and pulling me down. our lips meet and we get lost in the kiss, never thought i'd be able to finally call her mine.

once she pulls away i grab ahold of her waist, "now, who the fuck is tristan?" i ask and she chuckles.

"nothin' to worry about, old crush if you will. and by old i mean high school old."

"so no competition?"

"well i dunno, mr. posemato has killer mangos." she teases.

"i wont hesitate to beat an ol' mans ass bee." i joke along and she gasp.

"i would kill you if you touched that precious old man!"

a/n: holy shit man 200 notes on my last post LOVE YOU LOADS!!!!

also a quick psa a fight for us is next in line for a part twoooo! so excited 🤭

-all the love,

em

xo🤍

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Pleasing

Pâtisserie:

h.s.

pairing: tattoo artist!harry x baker!reader

summary:

"now i know my innocent lil bee did not just tell me she did shrooms with a woman old enough to be her grandmother." i snicker and she chuckles.

"you should ask her about the time we hot boxed her car!" martha yells and y/n's ears start to burn again.

"martha! we did not!" y/n tries to defend herself but a look of mischief gleams in her eyes.

or

another adventure with bee and tattoo artist harry.

or

a continuation of girls who drink espresso martinis

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"bee," i let a moan slip as the blackberry frosting melts on my tongue, "you're a fuckin' bakin' wiz."

i watch as her ears start to burn and a smirk covers my face, "tell me about it, i swear the only reason we have costumers is because of her baking and her ass." martha chuckles.

"martha!" y/n scolds the 68 year old lady, martha rolls her eyes as to say, you know i'm right.

"you got men comin' in here lookin' at your ass, bee?" i tease as she sits next to me.

"harry!" she whines digging her head into my shoulder, i wrap an arm around her waist and tug her closer to me.

looking around the cute bakery, a pastel pink covers the walls and little white cloud fish are painted on the walls. little frogs are decorated at the bottom along with flowers, trees and other animals likely elephants and loins.

"who the fuck was on shrooms while thinkin' of the design?" i ask causing y/n's body to vibrate against mine as she shook with laughter.

"when martha first bought the place i swear to god, it had shit stains on the walls," she started and i bursted out laughing, "and well martha, she was like you know what we should do? and i was like what, she was like we should come up with a design and then tear down the walls. so i was like okay and we tried to come up with one sober and it failed it was giving 90's diner. we didn't want that, it's so basic. so martha came up with an idea she was like, what if we do shrooms. and i was like eh why not. and that's how Pleasing Pâtisserie came about."

"now i know my innocent lil bee did not just tell me she did shrooms with a woman old enough to be her grandmother." i snicker and she chuckles.

"you should ask her about the time we hot boxed her car!" martha yells and y/n's ears start to burn again.

"martha! we did not!" y/n tries to defend herself but a look of mischief gleams in her eyes.

"y/n! you are a bad girl!" i exclaim teasingly and she gapes at me.

"i am not! 'm a good girl!" she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.

i take a minute to really look at her, her little apron has hearts splattered all over them, her big round glasses cover the apples of her cheeks. her hair's in a messy ponytail with her fly aways running loose. my hand subconsciously comes up to move a curl that's dangling in front of her forehead. a loud sound of an alarm goes off and y/n's eyes bulge, and she's quick on her feet.

"my scones are gonna burn!" she yelps making her way to the back.

"baby i gotta go." i hum as i stand, she quickly pokes her head out the walk way to the oven and frowns at me.

"cant stay a lil' longer?" she says with puppy dog eyes.

don't do that

i think to my self and frown shaking my head, "gotta appointment in 20 minutes bee."

"cancel?" she suggest and i let out a chuckle before shaking my head.

"y'know i cant." i say shrugging on my jacket and her frown deepens.

she makes her way over with a cute little pout a puppy dog eyes, she wraps her arms around my waist and nuzzles her head into my chest.

"don't want you to leave." she huffs hugging me tighter.

"christ pet, squeeze me any tighter ya gonna pop me." i choke out.

"can i come over tonight?"she ask with a giddy smile and i nod.

"yea baby, i'll come get you yeah?" i ask and she nods with a wide smile, then moving behind the counter again.

"kiss?" she muses and i smirk making my way over before being stopped by martha.

"employees only!" martha snaps and flicks my forehead.

"martha let him give me a kiss!" y/n scolded the lady and she shook her head before letting me through.

i grab ahold of her face before pulling her lips towards mine and slowly moving our lips together. i let myself to let go and bite her lip softly causing her to whimper and pull away.

"your a bad boy mr. styles." she says groggily smiling up at me with plump lips.

"not too much on my name baby." i tease with a smirk and she rolls her eyes, "be ready by 5." i say tapping the plump of her ass and she scolds me.

i walk out into the store area before waving at martha, "take care of ma girl martha! and don't do drugs."

"oh c'mon son, 'm no pussy. i got a blunt that's ready to be lit out back." martha teased winking at me.

the door jingles as i chuckle and i make my face go stern looking ahead. y/n runs out from the back and smiles at the woman and child, "welcome to pleasing pâtisserie, what can i get you today?"

a/n : this is how i start off writing LMFAO idk what to be naming shit😭

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