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39.1. Tattoo Parlor

Tattoo Parlor

(Eric x Reader)

Request: hello , can you please do an eric one shot where the reader is a tattoo artist & shes been flirting with eric for the longest time , but he never gets it until the reader finally straight up tells him she likes him .

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You looked through the list of appointments you had for today when you arrived at the tattoo parlor for work in the morning. Your eyes scan over the paper until you stop and almost squeal. Eric. To say you had a thing for him was the understatement of the year. You would straight up jump at the man if you got the chance. Only problem was that you weren't particularly good at flirting because Eric never seemed to get it. He'd joke around with you, hell he'd even be really nice at times but other than that, nothing. It was a bit frustrating, really.

You would have asked Tori for help but then she would have known you liked Eric and you'd never hear the end of that. Maybe you could just ask her subtly for some tips next time.

The day was passing way too slow for your liking or maybe you were just a little too impatient to see Eric in the evening. Probably that.

In your head you played all kinds of scenarios through, thinking about something great you could say. Most conversations you had were very unlikely to ever happen in real life but it was fun anyway. Tragically you couldn't come up with anything good that wouldn't make you look like a complete idiot or pervert.

„What are you doing, smiling to yourself like an idiot?" You heard a familiar voice and snapped out of your daydream. Well that was just great. You wanted to impress him, instead you looked like a spaced out moron.

„I..." I was definitely not thinking about you, „Was just thinking about my cat." You didn't have a cat. God damn it.

„Must be a very special cat."

„He is."

Eric walked to the back and sat down, waiting for you to get your stuff and follow him. You got everything you needed ready and braced yourself for the encounter. That was easier said than done though because you still had no clue what to say. Your flirting up to this point had obviously been a complete failure.

„Do you know which tattoo you want?"

„Yeah." He hands you a drawing, not one you've seen before.

„Did you draw that?"

„Yes, why?"

„It looks pretty good, maybe you got the wrong job after all. I'd hire you."

„Thanks for the offer but I'm quite satisfied with my current job." He answers with a grin.

„Alright where do you want it?"

„Upper arm." Of course he couldn't just roll up his sleeve, he had to pull the whole shirt over his head and sit there like it was nothing. Like he didn't make your heart race with just one simple action. That jerk.

You get your tools and start, trying really hard not to stare, „How was work today?"

„Very entertaining."

„Right...you got new recruits today."

„Yeah, they're getting worse every year."

„Maybe you're just getting better."

„Well that's one way to look at it."

You finished up his tattoo, too quickly for your liking but you didn't want him to wait ages either. Yet again you had failed marvelously at getting to the point.

„Eric!" You call out to him when he's about to leave.

„Everything okay?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, confused at your sudden outburst.

„Would you go out with me sometime?"

„Sure."

„Sure? Sure?! Don't just say sure I've been trying to flirt with you for months and that's all you're saying."

„You've been...dear god you're doing an awful job at that." Eric walks over to you and puts his hands on your hips, „I've got a lot to teach you, love."

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