tattoos together ✿ g.s.
pairing: georgia stanway x reader
summary: georgia gets her first tattoo, even if it doesn't go according to her plan.
warning: none i think? just my writing :o
word count: 2.7k
a/n: i got this request a couple days ago, i hope you enjoy it!
you can find part two here :)
“Welcome in, how can I…,” removing your gaze from the sketch you were about to put away, your eyes connected with pools of glistening honey, irises swirling like sweet nectar. Feeling yourself drowning in the warm haze of brown, your breath getting caught in your throat and your mouth opening, you shook yourself out of your daze, “…help you.”
Flinching after your last words came out embarrassingly breathless, you sent an awkward smile that turned into a real one when the blonde girl looked at you with nothing but kindness, “Hey, I had an appointment for today.”
You scanned the calendar on the desk in front of you, “Georgia, right?”
Nodding her head, said girl let her eyes travel over your form as you stood up. She couldn’t help but study the intricate tattoos that adorned your arms, wanting to trace them and longing to discover their meanings. The initial apprehension about getting her first tattoo diminished as she admired yours, thinking that if yours looked this immaculate, she wouldn’t have to worry.
Another thing that calmed her uneasiness was not only the very attractive welcoming artist but also the atmosphere of the room.
Unlike many other tattoo shops with a rather gloomy and dark-esque appearance, this one felt like reconnecting with an old friend.
The soft scratching of Cindy Lauper’s ‘Time After Time’ coming from the boxes next to a vinyl collection in the left corner filled her ears. Sunbeams bestowed the room with a glow as orange as marigolds blooming in the late spring and the candles lit on the windowsill filled the air with a vanilla scent.
White walls were decked with hundreds of sketches varying in size and drawing style, most in black and white with a few colourful specks in between.
The wooden front desk harmonised perfectly with the brown leather seat to the left of the room, as well as the stems of the numerous plants that were scattered all around.
Comfort.
That was the only word that came to Georgia’s mind when she finished looking around, feeling the knot in her gut loosen and her stiff shoulders relax.
“What can I do for you?”
Pools of honey meeting the ocean, the blonde girl smiled, “I want to get a tattoo!”
“Well, then you’re at the right place,” you chuckled teasingly, the corners of your mouth turning up.
Seeing Georgia rolling her eyes, you continued, “Do you have an idea of what you want, or would you like some inspiration?”
“I think I know what I want,” thoughts running through her mind at a hundred miles per hour making her unsure once more.
Watching the woman twiddle the rings on her fingers, you send her an encouraging smile, “Okey dokey, if you’d take a seat in that chair over there, I’ll get my stuff and we can get started.”
Georgia shuffled to the left with her hands slightly shaking, not knowing if the cause of that were the gleaming smiles sent her way or rather the fact that she was about to permanently mark her skin.
“So, what would you like me to do?” you questioned as you rolled towards her with your chair, putting on your gloves and setting up everything you needed on the tray next to the woman.
Taking out her phone, tapping a few times and turning the screen in your direction, she replied, “Could you do this one?”
On her phone screen, you could see a small, delicate ghost, your mind instantly jumping to all the customers that had gotten two of them tattooed as a tribute to their favourite song.
“Of course, where do you want it?”
“Here,” she pointed to a spot on her left forearm.
Nodding your head, you quickly but neatly drew the ghost onto a white paper, before asking her if the drawing was according to her idea. When you got a positive response, you put the carbon paper under your sketch and went over the lines again, the ink sticking to the back of your drawing.
You swiftly put antiseptic on her arm and hovered the paper over her skin, “Right here?” She wordlessly moved her head up and down once more and you gently pressed it down before removing it after a few seconds, leaving behind the temporary ink in the form of a ghost.
“Okay, are you ready?”
Georgia could hear her heartbeat in her ears, a lump forming in her throat, that she almost audibly gulped down, a breathless exhale escaped her mouth, “I think so, yeah.”
After turning on the needle and noticing her jump a little at the buzzing that sizzled through the air, you tried to comfort her the best you could, with the most reassuring look you could muster.
When you neared her arm though and she started squirming in her seat, you pulled back and reached for her hand resting on the chair, which was holding the brown leather in a tight grip, her knuckles turning white, “Is everything all right?”
Both of you ignoring the tingles that shot through your bodies when your hands touched, a shaky sigh left Georgia’s lips, “I’m just nervous, this is my first time getting a tattoo and I just don’t know how any of this works or if this hurts and I don’t want to do something I’ll regret,” she let out in one big breath.
“There’s no need to worry, you can go home and see what it’s like with the tattoo and when it comes off and you decide that you don’t want it, that’s totally fine,” you told her with warm eyes, “and if you do like it, that’s fine too, you can come back and we can do it whenever you want, whenever you’re ready.”
Feeling like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders after your words, Georgia’s mind slowed down a bit, allowing her to gather her thoughts, “But I don’t want to be a wuss now and regret it as soon as I get home.”
Not being able to stop the words tumbling out of her mouth, the blonde shared her inner conflict, “Like on the one side I really want this but on the other, I’m afraid it’s not the right thing, you know?”
Letting the statement run through the air for a moment, your eyes ran over her face, “Can I say something?”
“Sure, go on,” Georgia confirmed, her hands starting to twist her rings again.
“I think that it’s better to look back on your life and say ‘I can’t believe I did that’ than to look back and say ‘I wish I did that,” you explained before taking a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express your thoughts, “Life shouldn’t be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely, but one that should be lived to the fullest, even if it means being worn out in the end. One where you embrace every moment, take risks, I don’t know, dance in the rain with your favourite people, even if you get weird looks from everyone else.”
After not getting a response from the blonde after a few beats, you realised that maybe your words didn’t make as much sense as they did in your head and continued, “What I’m trying to say is that twenty years from now, you’ll be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the things you did do. I can’t tell you what you should or shouldn’t do, but I know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly, it’s merely meant to be lived. Boldly, uncertainly, imperfectly, kindly, however you want to, just don’t let fear take that choice away from you.”
Somehow, the words that had left your lips with the sunlight sparkling in your eyes and a passion coating your voice drew the blonde further into the spell you had mysteriously put on her, leaving her speechless, until you let out an awkward chuckle, hand scratching the back of your neck, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to give this big ass monologue.”
Feeling a laugh bubbling up inside of her and forgetting her rapid heartbeat for a moment, she shook her head, “No, no, don’t apologise, I mean, you did kind of sound like my Nan, but it was still great.”
When she heard the melodious sound of your laughter, she knew she was a goner, butterflies dancing around her stomach and warmth crawling its way through her whole body.
You took the missing statement about her tattoo as her still being uncertain, “We can start with something smaller if you’re not sure about the ghost.”
Still being faced with an apprehensive look, you took off your left glove, quickly spraying a bit of antiseptic onto the inside of your wrist, before turning the needle on and guiding it over your skin, “Look, it doesn’t even hurt.”
Brown eyes widened, rosy lips parted, a flabbergasted look crossed her face, “Jesus Christ, what did you do?!”
Wiping over the ink once more, you turned your wrist towards her, a cheeky smile resting on your lips that resembled the one of the smiley face you now had resting on your left arm, “Tada!”
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just did that,” the shock was still palpable in her voice, “Won’t you regret that though?”
You put away the needle and turned to face the girl on the brown chair, shaking your head, “I almost never regret anything, because I believe that every little detail of your life is what made you into who you are.”
“Deep down you’re actually a wise old man, aren’t you?” questioned Georgia with a raised eyebrow, your laughter filling the room once more.
“Maybe so,“ you shrugged your shoulders, “but back to you and don’t try to change the subject!”
“I can give you one of these little dudes if you want?” pointing to the ink that you’d just put on your arm.
“It’s not very big, so you can see what it feels like and we’d be matching, so you’ll always remember the wise old man that gave you your first tattoo.”
This time, the chuckles that rang through the room came from the blonde, “Okay, yeah, let’s do it.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do, like I said, you can always go home.”
With affirmation in her voice, Georgia declared, “I’m sure!”
“Great, let’s do this,” you put your glove back on, disinfected her left wrist and grabbed the needle from the tray, before turning it on.
When you felt her right hand gripping your left one with a tight grip, you squeezed it, hoping to at least bring her some comfort as you began the procedure.
After tracing the last line, you wiped away the residue and turned everything off before raising your head to meet the pools of honey watching your every move, “See, it wasn’t that bad, was it?”
If the way the corners of Georgia’s lips turned upwards was anything to go by, you had your answer, feeling elated about her reaction, even without getting an answer from the girl.
Not noticing that you were waiting for a response, she gazed at the tiny smiley face resting on the inside of her left wrist, that would forever remind her of this day. Suddenly, she felt at ease, something that hadn’t even crossed her mind when she initially thought about getting her first tattoo. She couldn’t explain it, but something about the way you listened to her and tried to support her through this process, overall your gentle nature, made her feel like she was walking on fluffy pink clouds.
“Thank you so much,” Georgia breathed out with a heavy voice.
“No problem! If I ever see you again, I hope it's with more of those, I think it’d suit you very well.”
Lowering her head, praying to god that you couldn’t see the heat that rushed to her cheeks, she mumbled a shy ‘thanks’ before asking you how much she had to pay.
Your answer only intensified the red hue of her face, “Don’t worry about it, I like contributing to the gay panic everyone will have when they see you with tattoos.”
Stammering a final ‘thank you’ and sending you what should’ve been a thankful look but turned out to be more of a blushing grimace, she made her way to the door.
When she tried to push the door though, the flustered mess that was Georgia realised too late that she should’ve pulled on it instead, her head connecting with the glass with a dull thud.
The sound of stifled giggles filled her ears as you held your hand in front of your mouth, trying to stop them from escaping. You couldn’t help but think that this was one of the most adorable things you’ve ever witnessed. The blonde turned to you, face beet red, slender fingers raising in an awkward wave as she hastily opened the door, almost tripping on her way out before half sprinting out of your eyesight.
Two days later, your mood instantly brightened when you saw who had stepped into your store.
“Back for some more wisdom from the old man?” you jested, a playful smirk resting on your face.
Georgia playfully put a hand on her chest and let out a big sigh, “I just don’t know what to do with my life without your wise words.”
Dropping her faux sad demeanour, she walked towards the front desk, where you were drawing something she couldn’t make out, “Well lucky for you, I just discovered my new favourite quote!”
You cleared your throat as if preparing for a big speech and started as serious as you could, “‘They whispered to her ’you can’t withstand the storm’,” pausing dramatically for a few seconds, “‘She whispered back ’I am the storm’.”
“Wow, I don’t… I don’t know what to say, I’m just- I mean that’s so inspiring,” stuttered Georgia, wiping away a fake tear with her hand.
Dropping her sad demeanour, she sent you a grin, “I’m ready for the ghost now!”
“Seriously? That’s amazing!” you exclaimed, clapping your hands together and rocking on the balls of your feet.
Walking her over to the leather chair, the conversation between you flowed easily, like a message in a bottle slowly but surely reaching its designated shore, making it feel like no time had passed when you finished the tattoo.
This time, Georgia left the store with a ghost adorning her left arm and an even wider smile on her face, as she was able to avoid embarrassment during her departure.
“I mean, not that I’m complaining, but you know that you can get multiple tattoos done in one day, right?” you questioned her, raising your eyebrow teasingly.
Seeing her head dropping and the way she started rocking on her feet while twiddling the rings on her fingers, you felt your stomach drop, thinking that you had said something wrong.
Before you could open your mouth to apologise, you were interrupted by Georgia muttering something under her breath. You strained your ears to make out the words but failed miserably.
“Sorry, could you repeat that?”
The girl let out a nervous sigh and muttered again, “I know, but I still need to figure out how to get a grip and ask you out.”
Butterflies danced around in your stomach, making you grin like a fool, “Well then make as many appointments as you need,” you sent a wink her way.
That day she left with a game of noughts and crosses on her shoulder and a newfound determination to ask you out. Her walk home was filled with a million thoughts running through her head, asking the street lights if it would work out in the end.
The next day she showed up at your store with a bouquet of beautifully blooming flowers in her hand, sweating buckets, hoping you couldn’t tell just how nervous she was.
Your cheeks hurt from not being able to stop grinning like a cheshire cat, as you excitedly accepted her offer.
If anyone were to walk through the door, they would be met with two hearts rapidly beating and two smiles lighting up the entire room.
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Highlights from Home
For this Flashback Friday, I’ve decided to take you on a trip down memory lane to reflect on some of the highlights of our time back home.
We experienced some high highs, but also some low lows. (Such is life, am I right?) The sadness had beauty in it and the mundane was relaxing to settle in--even if we were still "homeless." But I cannot carry on here in Japan without giving a nod to some of our favorite times (and people) at home.
Visiting family in Georgia
Sadly, we didn't get any photos for this trip, but we swam in the pool with cousins, visited with grandparents and had one last final dinner with everyone.
Vacation at Panama Beach
Ever since I met Trevor, I learned quickly that his family LOVES to vacay at the beach. Subsequently, I, too, love vacaying at the beach! Prior to moving to Montana, we would go every summer. We've missed it a lot and this was our last hurrah before heading to Japan. The weather was HOT, but that's what made the water and the pool so refreshing. Food: amazing. Sights: wonderful. Time with family: absolutely priceless.
Zoo
This is a staple family activity for us. We've been to many a zoo, but we took a trip to the Knoxville Zoo. They've expanded so much since the last time we were there. Such a fun time! My favorite was the tigers!
Getting tattoos with my brother
This will be the third tattoo I have gotten with my brother. It's tradition at this point. It was such a blessing to spend time with him while we each got some amazing tattoos done from one of our favorite artists at Purple Heart in Tennessee!
Going to a Braves Game
We love the Braves! We try to go to a game as much as we can when we are home. How can you go wrong with pretzels, beer and hot dogs?
Visiting our favorite places in town
We love downtown Knoxville. They are so weird and I love it. While doing a fun Where's Waldo scavenger hunt with the kids, we came across a cool bar/shop called Alice in Appalachia. We discovered a few new places and walked into old familiar ones. Of course, we had to stop at Cruze Farm for ice cream!
Dollywood
I mean, we just had to go here while in the land of Dolly Parton. We stayed all day and up to closing where we saw an epic fireworks and drone show! I think we rode every ride we possibly could. The Wild Eagle is fun, but I think my favorite will always be Mystery Mine. Definitely a highlight in the trip.
Some honorable mentions:
Celebrating my sister-in-law with birthday pedicures
Seeing my nephew turn ONE!
Coffee and breakfast on the town with my mom
Meeting the lovely folks at my husband's home church that have been supporting us
Spending time with our dear friend, Mimi and getting one last breakfast at Cracker Barrel
And of course, the sad and restorative experience at my Dad's funeral where I met family for the first time and was supported by family and friends. Forever grateful for all of them.
We love our friends and family. They spoil us with their love and we are so appreciative of them. They love so hard and we miss them. If we were given the choice, then I would choose them over and over again.
Til next time, wanderers!
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Full Name: Valentina Serenity Cornell
Species: Hybrid (Vampire/Fallen Angel)
Birthday: 10/31/1998
Birth Place: France, Paris
Age: 25
Gender: Female Intersex
Sexuality: Lesbian
Height: 5'11
Relationship Status: Single
Hair Color: Purple and Black
Eye Color: Ice Blue
Features: Fangs, Slit Eyebrow, Pale Skin, Two Scars on face, Retractable Wings, Glasses, Curly Hair, Abs & 6 Tattoos.
Favorite Food: Ratatouille and Piperade
Favorite Drink: Alcoholic- Champagne or Jacqueline, Non-Alcoholic- Hot Chocolate or Black Coffee
Favorite Desserts: Chocolate Tartlets with Candied Grapefruit Peel & Raspberry Clafoutis
Favorite Hobbies: Painting & Cooking/Baking
Favorite Colors: Purple and Navy Blue
Favorite Scents: Rain, Mint & Sage
Favorite Flowers: Hibiscus, Iris & Rose
Favorite Gemstone: Amethyst
Favorite Styles: Biker, Elegant & Formal
Fun Facts About Her:
1. She's an Artist and a Chef/Baker.
2. She got her scars when she was 5 when she escaped a facility that experimented on creatures and humans.
3. She's done all of her tattoos herself.
4. Has visited a lot of places like Rio, Iceland, Canada, Texas, Russia, New Zealand, California, Mexico, China, Peru, Brazil, Australia, Egypt, South Africa, Sweden, Greenland & Georgia.
5. She has souvenirs from every place she went to.
6. Has a Black Cat named Onyx and a blue Siberian Cat named Ash. She also has a blue and tan dachshund named Dixie. And she has a sable named brownie.
7. She speaks French, English, Russian, Mandarin, Arabic, Portuguese, Spanish, Icelandic, Greenlandic, Swedish & Afrikaans.
8. Got adopted by a nice family of 5. Has 1 older sibling and 2 younger siblings. Has a father and mother.
9. A loner and doesn't have many friends. Only has one friend who was experimented on like her.
10. Loves to wear both dresses and suits. She always wears her leather jacket though and her one biker glove. Wears combat boots with everything whenever she goes out.
11. Absolutely loves flirting with shorter girls and loves to see them blush.
12. She has a slight rasp in her voice
13. She loves Halloween and Valentine's Day the most. Her third favorite holiday would be Christmas.
14. She had top surgery because she did not like her chest at all. Sometimes she forgets she had top surgery and would sometimes put a bra on before realizing she has a flat chest now.
15. She loves listening to all kinds of music
What she looks like: (don't know if I'm going to color her yet or not)
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