I Am Getting One Of These Quotes Tattooed On Me 1 Day And You Can't Stop Me

I am getting one of these quotes tattooed on me 1 day and you can't stop me

"They were the sort of eyes that haunted a girl's dreams. And Penelope dreamed and dreamed an dreamed."

"And he realized that the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Penelope Featherington."

"Here he was, considered one of the most popular and sophisticated men of the ton, and he'd been reduced to a bashful schoolboy, hanging on Penelope Featherington's every word, just for a single scrap of praise."

"He looked at her, and somehow he didn't see the woman he'd seen so many times before. She was different. She glowed. She was a siren, a goddess, and he wondered how on earth no one noticed this before."

"She had been born for this man, and she'd spent so many years trying to accept the fact that he had been born for someone else."

"He tried to picture a life without Penelope. It was impossible."

"You're the imperfect man of my heart, and that's even better."

"I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for every one of my smiles, and even more, for every one of your smiles."

Lunchtime Visits

dad!Steve Harrington x fem!reader [839 words]

Saturday at noon was Steve’s favourite time of day, even when he was working. More often than not, especially when he was working. ‘Cause he got to wait behind the desk of Family Video, anticipating the ding of the bell.

And when it rang out, a little too shrill, he’d beam when you appeared, eyes already searching for him through the glass, one hand pushing the door and the other cradling your stomach.

He’d light up like he’d just come alive, like the whole day had been grey before you’d arrived. You were growing more and more pregnant by the hour, it seemed, tummy rounding, six months in and it was true what everyone said, you were glowing.

You’d protest when Steve told you as such, waving off his sweet intentions with a reminder of how your ankles were swollen, how the smell of most foods made you gag and your mood could go from easy going to downright monstrous in less than six seconds.

Steve would simply shrug and tell you you looked beautiful anyway.

Today was no different, especially when you slid a Tupperware box full of fresh pasta in front of him, a brownie slice wrapped in tinfoil on top.

“You’re an angel,” he told you in greeting, moving out from behind the counter to lean down for you, hands on your little bump as he kissed you. “Far too good to me.”

You hummed, a soft smile on your lips. You looked tired, eyes heavy and you felt tired, back protesting at the extra weight, legs sore from the slight waddle you’d started to adopt.

“I’ll remember that when I want something,” you joked, leaning into the boy, letting him rub at your back.

Steve scoffed lightly, mouth pressed to your hairline as you hummed at his touch. “You say that like I wouldn’t give you anything you wanted.”

“You’re soft, Harrington,” you told him but you were delighted with his words, head tilting back up to him for another kiss that he gave you eagerly.

“For you? Damn right,” Steve replied but his brows creased as he took in your scrunched features, lips twisting as you tried to keep the smile from sliding off your face. “S’wrong, babe? Sore?”

You gave in and nodded, face pressed to Steve’s neck to hide the way you winced but the baby was doing a full gymnastics routine against your rib cage.

Robin appeared as Steve was coaxing you to lean against him more, your back to his chest so he could tuck his hands under your bump and gently lift, taking some of the weight off of your back. You sighed and let your head tip back against him, nose pressed into his throat in thanks.

It was entirely too intimate for such a setting but Robin refrained from teasing, seeing the relief on your face as she stacked some tapes by the till.

“It’s the mothership,” she said in greeting, smiling fondly when you rolled your eyes and waved.

“Rough day?” She asked and you didn’t get a chance to reply as a small, elderly woman was shuffling her way towards the desk.

She handed over some tapes and greeted Robin with a smile, turning to gaze at you over the rim of her glasses before she spotted the boy behind you.

“Oh, Steven!” She smiled, hands clasped together as she took both of you in, the boy’s hands still cradling your bump. “Is this your lovely wife I’m always hearing about?”

Steve laughed and you could tell by the sound that his cheeks were pink. You lifted your hand to flash the small diamond there, shiny and delicate as Steve explained:

“Uh, almost, Mrs Levy,” he rubbed your stomach affectionately. “We were ready to book the venue when this happened. You know how it is, she just couldn’t keep her hands off me.” He grinned wide, all flirt and charm.

“Steve,” you elbowed him in the stomach and Robin snorted, both of you aware of how the seventy odd year old woman’s eyes widened slightly behind her glasses.

Mrs Levy took her videos and change from Robin and she headed towards the door, leaving you all to wonder what kind of complaint Keith was going to receive over the phone in the morning. But the old woman stopped just before you, patting at your hand and nodding solemnly.

She gave Steve a quick glance, a once over with sharp eyes that left him straightening up a little.

“I’d have struggled too, my dear,” she agreed, “all the best now for when the baby arrives!”

And then she was gone, door bell ringing, Robin wheezing and your lips parted in shock.

You turned to Steve, trying your best not to laugh at his bewildered expression, his pink tinged cheeks and wide eyes.

“Is there something you have to tell me?” You teased, pressing your lips together to contain your smirk. Steve wasn’t sure if he was supposed to look aghast or wildly smug. “Mrs Levy, huh?”

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2 years ago

Hopefully this will help me with my writing