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I love a good florist Steve, but what I love even more is a good but naturally bitchy florist Steve.
He'd have his own flower shop and years of dating experience behind his belt. He is not just a good boyfriend, he is THE good boyfriend. Going to his shop isn't just to buy a bouquet of flowers, oh no. It's a whole relationship coaching thing, he teaches husbands to do better, gives courage to teenagers asking their crushes out, gives advice regarding flower language to elderly ladies who just want to be slightly passive-aggressive...you know, the normal thing.
He has a catalogue with flower pictures to help people who have no idea what the flowers are called, they just know they were orange and didn't easily wilt.
He shows a local teenager the cheaper but still fancy options and throws in a bunch of free flowers that aren't really up to his standards. "Okay, you say she likes pink flowers. Does she like things to be a bit more decorated or does she prefer simplicity? You don't know? Okay, can you describe what she normally wears? No, I'm not being creepy, but you can sometimes tell the person's preferences from their clothes. Now answer or leave dateless."
He chats with the elderly ladies of Hawkins when they ask for a flower to gift to their fellow church ladies when they host their meetings. He cackles when he hears some of their orders. "Oh wow, Ethel, a yellow hyacinth? Would you like a gift card with that, something like sorry you're such a jealous hag? No? Of course I know the meaning, it's my job."
"Are you expeting her to say yes to the date with that atrocity on your face? Yes, I know it's a moustache. But it's also an atrocity. Shave it and thank me later. Now, would you like a ribbon for that bouquet?"
And most of all, he grills the unlucky conservative men in Hawkins who come to him for flowers for their wives without any idea what they like. "I see, so you want something pretty. What does your wife like? Flowers? Well, that's not specific. What kind of dresses does she wear? Expensive? Can you tell me anything about your wife's personality? ...nagging. No, I can't just mix something together, unlike you, I take pride in gift giving. Okay. I don't think this is a shop for you. Yes, that's what I'm saying, I won't play a part in your wife's disappointment. Oh sure, go take your money elsewhere, but I can give you this advice for free - you married a unique human being, so treat her like one. And if you really want a happy marriage - maybe come back when you learn something about her as a person. No need for that language, have a good day, sir."
For those that are more receptive, he goes through their partners' personalities and hobbies, suggesting date options and absolutely roasting the bad ones. "A football match. When your girlfriend hates sports. I don't care if it's your boys playing, you can try telling her that this is important to you and you'll take her out another time, but if you try to pass this as a date, you'll be single before you say "sorry". A date is for you as a pair, not for you only."
But the best thing his shop brings him is Eddie Munson, who sneaks in, absolutely ready to be roasted, and asks for a bouquet of bright colorful flowers for his best friend Chrissy. "She just got divorced from her asshole husband and I want to show her that she can have nice things. Platonically. But she deserves so much more. Uh...she really loves warm colors, so maybe yellows and oranges? What are they called...gerberas! She likes gerberas! And she likes things to be a bit messy and imperfect, so maybe some leaves there as well? A green ribbon would be nice."
And Steve just beams at him as he gets to work and says "Oh wow. Whoever your partner is, they are so lucky if you remember all of these things even for your friends. Makes a guy jealous."
Eddie just wiggles his eyebrows at Steve and mutters, "that position's sadly open. Has been for a while. Interested?" and he almost faints against the counter when Steve turns around.
Eddie is ready to run.
But Steve just fluffs his hair, reapplies his lipgloss and asks: "Where do I apply?"
#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddie#steddie drabble#steddie au#florist steve harrington
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Comission of AU Crowley I did for @arinadepan !!!
#she’s tending to her garden#like a good mother#and florist#crowley#anthony crowley#anthony j crowley#reverse au#swap au#vinylatte#aziracrow#aziraphale x crowley#florist Crowley#good omens#good omens au#good omens season 2#good omens crowley#art#artwork#my art#fanart#digital art#drawing
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Campanule, from our garden. This is my favorite summer flowers 🤍
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pucker up buttercup
Yandere florist x reader
Tw: mentions of physical abuse in sexual settings, implied drugging and somnophilia, stalking, implied possessive behavior and controlling nature, mildly nsfw. Not proofread 🌺
🌷Benny was the quiet kid of your school. You didn't know much about him, except he was a good student and apart of the gardening club. That was all, but Benny? Oh he knew you very well..
🌷you were stunning. You had such amazing hair that he wanted to play with every night before going to sleep, those stunning beautiful eyes that always ghosted over his form in the cafeteria, and your voice that always managed to make him rock hard down there
🌷 recently your family had gotten a wide assortment of flowers for an event. Thinking they were pretty, you asked for the florists name or any social they might have. They handed you a card with the info, and with that you looked up the account on Instagram.
🌷 scrolling through their posts you found a familiar face you'd see every day in the school halls. What was his name again? Benjamin? Beanie? No.. oh yeah! Benny! You didnt know he had such a good eye for aesthetics, especially flower arrangements. But that has to be expected since he spends all his time gardening
🌷the next time you saw him, you walked right up to his table on campus grounds. A bit far from the other outside lunch areas. He froze when he saw a familiar pair of shoes, looking up at you slowly with those big blue eyes
"you're a florist right?"
"y-yes..?"
"how much for a dozen roses and half a dozen tulips?"
🌷you became a regular after that. He'd wait anxiously every day for you in the plant nursery after school. He always gave you such cheap prices, claiming you were his friend and he only did favors for them. You thought he was sweet, so when you heard rumors about him being caught sneaking around the girls locker rooms and stalking a classmate? You shrugged it off,most likely empty gossip
🌷if only you paid attention to the red flags sooner.. you would have realized Benny's real nature. When he asked you out prom night, you agreed, he was sweet and you weren't seeing anyone at the moment. Who knew, maybe this would be the start of a beautiful relationship?
Pros with Benny:
🌹atleast he's a very generous lover. Spoiling you with what he could afford, since he came from humble beginnings he's always wise with the money you both have
🌹 he's completely devoted to you! Never looking at anyone else with love or lust, always worshipping you both in bed and outside it
🌹you learn new things. Like natural remedies, plants and their names, their usefulness to make nearly everything. Even drugs (He's vegan.)
🌹he wants to settle down and raise a family with you as soon as you graduate college! He gets tipsy and love drunk thinking about it too much. He'd make an excellent father. Kind of.
The cons:
🥀 randomly, he'll get very aggressive in bed. Biting you till your skin bleeds, slapping your chest and ass, degrading you with the most vilest words. Not to mention he seems to really like choking you till you almost pass out
🥀he doesn't know how to take no for an answer, he'll go scarily quiet and his eyes will turn dull. A complete contrast to how he usually is. Surely a little intimidation will make you change your mind no?
🥀 he's possessive with your time and love. If he ever notices you staring at anyone a little too long, who isn't friends or family he knows of, you bet there'll be missing person posters by the end of the week
🥀he forbids you from going into the basement. Saying it's his private nursery and you should respect his privacy, even if he doesn't respect yours
🥀 randomly you'll feel sleepy after Eating anything he makes you, growing drowsy and the last thing you can remember is feeling clammy hands hastily unbutton your pants and shirt
#yandere x reader#ocs#queenie ocs#queenie writes#yandere x darling#yandere#yandere male#yandere male x reader#male yandere#Yandere florist#Yandere florist x reader#Benny the florist#Yandere oc#Yandere oc x reader#yandere drabble#Yandere headcanons#male yandere x reader
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the florist across the street or the muggle au where draco is being punished to work at narcissa's flower shop and harry works part time at the coffee shop across.
(harry forgets which one he spiked and spends the rest of the afternoon on the toilet) -/@harurinpics on twt
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florist au doodles 😭
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Lucifer thought giving a dying cactus to the creepy new shopkeeper next door would scare him off.. but instead... he got him, hook, line, and sinker..
Based on my AU HERE!
on twitter
#radioapple#appleradio#radioapple butcher florist au#alastor x lucifer#lucifer x alastor#hazbin alastor#hazbin lucifer#hazbin art#art post
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Florist, 1986. From the Budapest municipal photography company archive.
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florist! abby Headcanons ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა
a/n: something quick n sweet you knowwwww got this random thought and had to write it I couldn’t resist I couldn’t. I also saw that no one done florist! abby(?) so I wanted to be the first to hop on! plus I missed writing for Abs — my baby, so enjoy ♡
warnings: 18+, MDNI, some fluff, gets smuttier halfway in, strap, blowjob (strap), eating you out, mentions of obsessive behaviors, polaroid nudes-ish, fingering, edging, public-sex-ishh, soft dom! Abby, tatted! Abby. Hinted at smoker Abby if you squint, petnames, fingers in mouth, masturbation, use of the word mommy, use of the word pussy, fem reader.
divider creds here
ೀ florist! Abby wears a basic white cropped t-shirt and black dickies under her beige apron. Her apron has a rainbow flag pin, with black pliers in one pocket. Doc Martins on her feet, tied miserably into a bow, it’s a miracle she doesn’t trip around the flower shop. She has a carabiner on her belt loop that jingles every time she walks.
– apart from smelling like the flowers (obvi bc of where she works) smells like heavy pine and fresh soap, like forget the additives – just clean if ykyk
ೀ florist! Abby gets little patchwork tattoos in random places: a dainty lavender tattoo on her wrist, a little crescent moon behind her ear, paw prints on her bicep for her late dog Alice, a ‘gentle artist’ in bolded times new roman font – but dainty on her forearm. Her knuckles are tatted spelling out “FUCK YOU”.
ೀ florist! Abby that has a ‘Save the Bees!’ sticker on the back of her phone case. Super Bee activist.
ೀ florist! Abby who spends all day in the floral shop, playing music from her playlist on the shop’s aux, slightly swaying to the music as she works on a bouquet. She works with such prestige, god her hands work so quickly at building arrangements but the outcome is so beautiful and that’s why she has many customers. She definitely uses any leftover flowers as bookmarks for her books.
ೀ florist! Abby who’s aux will go from Lauryn Hill to Boy Genius to Mac Miller — she gets compliments on her music taste by customers all the time.
ೀ florist! Abby stops working on a bouquet when you walk into the store because of how confused you look. Wanting to save a damsel in distress. Abby moves from her place at the counter walking over to where you stood looking at the different types of flowers, creeping behind you. You smell divine to her, driving her head crazy knowing that your scent alone will be stuck in her head all day. The floral shop is a slow yet steady business, so Abby definitely doesn’t forget a face or a smell. The form-fitting dress you wore that day, the way your hands bunched at the fabric in confusion had her head spinning!
“Beautiful aren’t they?” Abby whispers from behind you,
Actually scares the living shit out of you when you see her standing behind you, but the way the sun was hitting her face from the big window panels made you less nervous. Rather in awe at the beauty in front of you. Her sunkissed skin, and silky blonde mane, were raveled in a delicate braid with wispies around her face. The raspiness from her voice – which honestly sounded like a smoker's voice now that you thought about it.
ೀ florist! Abby who makes small talk with you while making your boquette for you (taking her slow sweet time), asking you where you’re from and what you’re doing in town? Absolutely praying that the flowers aren’t for some significant other of yours, Abby letting out an exhale when you say that they’re for your mom who you are visiting for dinner. When you mention you are unsure of what flowers to get don’t worry Abby will help you!
“So pretty girl, are you more minimalistic, talking Lilies, Gardenia’s, Jasmine – which is over there...or colorful? Which I think your beautiful self enjoys a nice Orchid, Camellia, or Begonia?”
Definitely shocks you with how well she knows her stuff
ೀ florist! Abby zones out when you are speaking and stares at your lips for far too long, looking at the way your pink gloss shines wondering how your pretty lips would look taking her strap. Percase covered in spit, from your saliva that has built up from blowing her off. Abby wanted to do nothing more than take the pretty little fabric ribbon from your hair and tie it around your hands as she went down on you while you beg her to touch you in all the right places – it was all a dream to her. Wet dreaming with you right in front of her.
Undeniably horny and touch deprived…she spends so much time in the floral shop she doesn’t have time for dating apps and finds shit like Tinder CORNY LOL.
Meanwhile, you are trying your hardest not to stare at the way her arms are flexing or how her fingers are paying delicate attention to your bouquet, mentally laughing at the “FUCK YOU” on her knuckles, it contrasted her soft nature so much.
ೀ florist! Abby who slips in a little note into your tote back when you’re not looking, with her number on it, hoping that you would find it and call her soon, Which you do find when you are scrambling for your keys on your way back to the car. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt to give the overly, steaming attractive florist a call.
ೀ florist! Abby when the two of you start dating, she would teach you how to make a bouquet, standing closely behind you – her body right up against your back as you feel her breath tickling your ear as she whispers to you what to do
“Atta girl, look at that my sweet girl – woah! watch your hand there’s a thorn baby.”
Will definitely put her hands over yours as she works with the knife to make sure there isn’t any thorns so you don’t prick yourself.
ೀ florist! Abby fucking you in the flower shop, when the shop is closed. Having her head in between your thighs, as her jaw slacks – the sound of your juices sloshing against her mouth as she sends hums into your pussy making you let out low mewls. Bringing a hand up to cover your mouth but she slaps it away so that she can see you
“Don’t hide from me baby, I wanna see you…look at how beautiful you look whining for me doll”
ೀ florist! Abby who kept your lace underwear in her pocket after she fucked you in the floral shop keeping it for safe-keeping (pft…we all know what she is doing with that)
ೀ florist! Abby who shows you her small pocket-sized notebook full of different flowers and arrangement ideas she had. Even the sketches of a flower bouquet that she made inspired by you and all your favorite flowers.
ೀ florist! Abby definitely tucks flowers behind your ears, specifically a white or light-pink Carnation. Especially loves putting one behind your ear as she fucks you with her strap, missionary style so she can see your face – just loves your face honestly. Bending down to kiss your lips, her cheeks dusted red with the pressure she applies.
Tucking her head into your neck swiftly smelling the carnation that she put behind your ear driving her even further insane as she drills into you — makes her go faster.
ೀ When she starts teaching you more about flowers, Definitely uses sexual enforcement to get you to remember it. Will have you sat on her counter as she stands in between your legs – locking you in as she lunges two fingers into you, edging you and not letting you cum until you say the right name of the flower that she taught you. But you could hardly focus staring at her inked knuckles as they pump in and out of you which only makes you reach your climax even further.
“You wanna come don’t you my sweet girl? I know you want to…just say the name– awh don’t whine at me…I know you know it dollface, I don’t buy that you don’t.”
Sometimes she’ll give you a hint if the flower starts with one of the letters on her knuckles she will stick the corresponding finger into you, working at getting you just about there as her finger curls into you. Your vision is blurry as you can hardly tell what the letter is, moaning out as you try to focus on the order of the letters on her knuckles to catch the hint.
“C’mon baby I’m giving you a hint…pay attention sweetheart– focus!”
ೀ florist! Abby when you get it wrong and she finally lets you come — is fake-mad at you, shoving the lettered finger down your throat as you gag on her fingers covered in your juices.
“Baby the hinted letter was C, and the other finger was U, flower: Curcuma. You’ll get it right next time right sweetheart? You won’t let mommy down hmm?”
ೀ florist! Abby is definitely a soft dom just saying… soft as hell, loves when you hold her – kiss her, and skin-to-skin contact is important as hell she just wants to feel you and loves when you baby her.
ೀ Definitely keeps a Polaroid of you holding flowers in pink floral lingerie in her beige apron and another one of you in her wallet, that way she has you on her at all times (honestly probably touched herself to blow off some steam after a hard shift while looking at it)
ೀ Depending on how far the relationship goes, especially if y’all start talking marriage will get your favorite flower tatted and not tell you until you see a dainty tattoo of your favorite flower on her collarbone slightly above her heart as she is filling you up, you questioning her in between moans about it.
“Mmhm…fuck is that new? Shit..abbyplease – wait is that my favorite flower?” You ask, as she grinds into you – your finger dragging against the tattoo
“Yes baby, you’re all mine. Mine…mine…mine” As she pounds harder into to you each time she says mine. Obsessive, possessive + territorial, let’s talk about it
ೀ florist! Abby is overall just a sweetheart who loves you so much and just wants you to be her pretty flower – her muse, you definitely inspire most of her bouquets and she is so happy you ran into her shop looking for flowers that day.
#💭ᜊ cher thinks#cherry writes 🤍#abby anderson#modern au#tlou2#abby anderson x reader#florist! abby#florist! abby x reader#abby x fem!reader#abby the last of us#abby x black! reader#abby x reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x black!reader#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson headcanons#abby headcanons
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Wizzle wazzle walorist, I have now turned him into a florist
(I might make an Aziraphale)
#good omens#good omens 2#innefable husbands#anthony j crowley#crowly x aziraphale#aziracrow#crowley good omens#good omens3#aziraphale#good omens crowley#good omens au#good omens art#aziraphale good omens#crowley fanart#florist crowley au#florist
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buddie + flower shop au
(9-1-1 // gif prompts)
#911edit#buddieedit#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie au#flower shop au#florist au#au#911#911 abc#911 fox#gif prompts#vicgifs
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Quick, while bbc merlin is trending!! have this random old study sketch I did of florist!Percival with tattoo-artist!Gwaine!!!
#bbc merlin#merlin fanart#mossmx art#sketches#doodle#au#floristxtatto artist AU#florist Percival#tattoo artist Gwaine modern AU#merlin bbc#OTHER MERLIN PEEPS SHARE A DOODLE RN!!!#LET'S GET THIS TRAIN CHOO CHOO-ING >:D#i love seeing us trend#but I love an excuse to post a doodle more#^^#<3<3<3<#fandom#yup gwaine has black nailpolish AND a gauge earring u___U#he was a punk she did ballet kind of situation am i right? XD#sir percival#percival#gwaine#perwaine
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There he is. Our favorite boy.
#here you go random anon#for you#reverse au#good omens#good omens au#anthony crowley#anthony j crowley#human crowley#florist Crowley#aziracrow#aziraphale x Crowley#art#artwork#my art#fanart#digital art#drawing#good omens fanart#good omens crowley
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Another blush and white wedding
#fleuriste#florist#flowers#fleurs#joy#happy#colors#roses#peonies#tulips#weddingflowers#renonculus#whiteflowers#lilies#pink#printemps#spring#lilac#wedding#dahlia
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pt. 2 3 4 5 6 7 💐
The first time Eddie visited Harrington Floral at Starcourt Mall, it was after he’d finished band practice and had a craving for an Orange Julius. If Californians were good for one thing, it was making smoothies.
It was the mountain of flowers being assembled in the window display that caught his attention, stopping him in his tracks on his way out. Eddie stood there with his guitar case slung over his back, slurping his way through frothy orange goodness as he watched.
The florist was biting his lip as he carefully adjusted the position of a baby blue delphinium. A strand of hair fell into his eyes. The arrangement was called Take My Breath Away, according to the cue card in front of it.
Eddie’s breath certainly had been. He was completely enthralled as the florist’s huge hands expertly handled those delicate little flowers. He hadn’t bent a single petal.
The florist seemed to realize somebody was staring and glanced up—and weren’t those some of the warmest, puppy dog brown eyes Eddie had ever been caught by?
“Gorgeous,” he mouthed, winking and gesturing towards the arrangement, though he was talking about both man and flower.
The florist squinted and frowned at him, pointing at his ear and shaking his head.
Eddie grinned and shrugged. Ah, well.
A customer in the store caught the florist’s attention because he suddenly glanced behind himself, wiped his hands off on his green apron, and then left the window.
Rocking on his heels, Eddie turned to leave, but he spent the rest of the day thinking about the cute brunet and his pretty blooms.
🌷🪻🌻🌹
co-writing this with @batty4steddie 💕
#fic#wybmb#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#steddie au#florist au#flower shop#florist!steve harrington#eddie i can buy myself flowers munson#💐
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MC: I hope your daughter will enjoy these flowers.
The customer: She surely will.
MC: Have a great day. Please come again soon.
*The customer left.*
*The door opens.*
Gabriel: So this is the kind of place you're staying in.
MC: Oh dear. I should've hired a security. *in a calm tone*
Gabriel: *slowly approaches them* I've been looking for you everywhere.
Gabriel: It seems that you have finally let your guard down.
MC: Did I? *chuckles*
Gabriel: Come with me.
MC: I refuse.
Gabriel: You worship god. You're one of us.
MC: I'm no angel.
Gabriel: But you have devoted yourself to him. Hoping that you'll be an angel in heaven. Is it not?
MC: Not until you've shown me your true nature. I would rather be a devil... if fate allows me.
Gabriel: *swings his scythe towards them*
MC: ...
Gabriel: ...
MC: I must remind you- *smiles*-that you have used your chances on me.
MC: However, you could try asking Raphael to kill me instead.
MC: He hasn't used his weapon on me yet.
Gabriel: *clicks his tongue* I will come back. Stay where you are. *disappears*
MC: ...
Foras: *appears behind them* Are you alright?
MC: Why are you here, Foras?
Foras: His Majesty Leviathan felt you were in danger.
MC: I'm fine. As you can see, he had already left.
Foras: MC, I hope you can join us soon.
MC: Don't worry. I will after I fulfill my agreement with Leviathan.
Mammon: What did you say? Gabriel attacked MC?
Bimet: Yes.
Mammon: *immediately stood up*
Bimet: However, your human was left unscathed.
Mammon: ...
Mammon: What do you mean?
Bimet: It seems they can't be attacked by an angel.
Bimet: And if I may add, this Gabriel even asked them to come with him.
Bimet: Your Majesty, is your human, perhaps, his acquaintance?
Mammon: Don't be ridiculous.
Bimet: But still-
Mammon: I will visit them myself. I must know if they're hurt.
Bimet: ...
Mammon: MC, how are you?
MC: *is in the middle of writing in their journal* I'm doing fine.
MC: Why are you here?
Mammon: I've heard you were attacked by Gabriel.
MC: Yes. But you needn't to worry. Nothing happened.
Mammon: ...
Mammon: That is good to hear.
MC: *smiles*
MC: Why don't you sit here with me for a moment?
Mammon: ...
Mammon: That's the first.
MC: *chuckles* You made it sound like I was an awful friend.
Mammon: You're not. However, you like keeping secrets.
MC: It's called confidentiality.
Mammon: ...
Mammon: Human terms such as that should not exist.
MC: *chuckles*
Barbatos: Your Majesty-
Leviathan: I know, Barbatos. You don't have to tell me. *looking at the roses*
Leviathan: If they do manage to fulfill their promise, they will have a place here in Hades.
#what in hell is bad#whb mc#whb mammon#whb gabriel#whb bimet#whb foras#whb leviathan#whb barbatos#whb florist mc x mammon
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