➤║pretty boy [connie springer x Reader]

➤ chapter 1

When your boss, whom is so fucking hot, and caring, asks how your night was. Maybe don't tell him about your apartment building flooding and you now struggling to find a place to stay. Because goddammit, your boss,, Connie Springer would immediately ask you to stay at his place.

His place. Right above his tattoo parlor that you worked in the biggest part of the city of Trost. "Move in with me. I insist." He smiles.

"Connie that's insane I'm not making you give up your home." You insist.

"If u do decide to stay ill let you live here with me for free. And I'll give you a raise." He says crossing his hands and placing them on the counter.

How can you say no to him. It'll only be for a while though. So you stayed. He locked up the shop before taking you upstairs to his apartment. It was messy. But had good vibes. "I'll make the bed for you while I sleep on the couch." He insisted.

God damn Connie Springer.

* 3 years before *

When you walk into the tattoo parlor that was hiring, a guy is sitting on his phone at the counter. "Hey I'm here for the applications. I brought a few sketchbooks so you can view my art." You would say to the most beautiful man you'd ever laid your eyes on.

"Well sweetheart" He smiled. He had amber eyes and a soft smile. Grayish blonde dyed hair. With blue flames on the sides and back of his head. "Youre the only person who's even shown up. You want an apprenticeship? You got one babe."

He had faint blush on his cheeks.
"Babe? Gosh, at least buy me a drink first." You chuckle.

Connie takes a look through one of my sketchbooks. "Damn these look so fucking sick. I don't do much animated style tattoos. So you're gonna be fucking awesome to have doing tattoos like that. My name is Connie by the way. Connie Springer. I'm from a village out in the countryside called Rakugo. I'm 23. And I have been a tattoo artist since highschool. Where are you from? How long have u wanted to be a tattoo artist?"

"Y/N Y/L/N. You can call me whatever you want. I'm 21. I'm from one of the inner cities of Rose. I've been wanting to be a tattoo artist since I was like 16."

"Well y/n y/l/n? You ever tattooed someone before?" He asked with a certain devilous look in his eyes.

*end flashback*

"Hey I made the bed for you." Connie said walking into his living room where you were sitting on his couch.

"It shouldn't take me more than a few days to get back on my feet Connie." I give him a tight lipped smile and he sits beside me on the couch.

You move over so he has enough room and eventually you both end up on the opposite sides of the couch. "Yknow I have extra room in this apartment. I got a fucking guest room that you can live in. I honestly don't mind if you were to actually move in. But I'll put the offer on the table. If you wanna take the offer, that would be great. If you don't, that's ok too."

"All of my things are ruined other than some of my clothes. I don't really have anything that didn't get fucked up by the flooding."

"Where are your clothes at?" He asks softly.

"The dry cleaners. Since our washer and dryer got fucked up."

"We can get you a bed and stuff tomorrow and set up the guest room so you can stay there." He says.

You smile, "really?"

"Of course, anything for one of my favorite girls."

* 1 year before *