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spicycinnabun · 2 months

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Eddie turned around, finding none other than the flower nazi. His nametag actually said Steve.

He had a leaf stuck in his hair, and his nose was abnormally rosy. Going by that and his nasal tone, he clearly had a cold. He sneezed, then looked annoyed at himself for doing so. “Ugh, sorry,” he apologized.

He was fucking adorable. It made Eddie smile. “Don’t be. I don’t really need help.” Not with flowers, anyway, just with everything else about his life. “I’m only browsing.”

It was a weird response, he realized. A guy like him, who looked like he belonged anywhere else, loitering in a shop like this. Just browsing. Right. Steve probably thought he was a creep.

Steve was surprised to hear that the man wasn’t looking for anything. Last time, he had bought something, so Steve had assumed he was a returning customer. He had been staring at the wedding arrangement, so maybe he was trying to figure out if Harrington Floral was the best place to get them from.

“That’s some talent you’ve got,” Eddie added, pointing to the display.

Steve felt himself flush. “Thanks,” he said softly, ducking his head bashfully. It wasn’t usually guys who were doling out compliments on the displays. Typically, they just asked for his advice on what they should buy for their significant others.

The redness that bloomed on Steve’s cheeks was just plain delightful. It could have been due to his illness, but Eddie was pretty sure it was a reaction to his compliment. His smile widened. “You made it, right?”

“Yes, I did. I make all the displays.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, missing the leaf by a mere centimeter. “I think I saw you last month when I was building one in the window over there. Are you sure you’re not interested in anything?”

Instead of answering, Eddie reached out and plucked the leaf out of Steve’s hair. “Sorry, you had a little bud-dy trying to catch a ride there. Was distracting the hell out of me.” Eddie showed him the small, curvy leaf.

Steve laughed, which made him cough a little. After clearing his throat, he got back to business. Steve was all about closing a sale, so he pushed a little. “Are you or someone you know getting married? I can, uh…” he thought quickly, “give you a free bouquet as a testimony to how well our flowers will hold up. I was just pruning the roses before you came in. What do you think about a bouquet of them?”

Steve remembered Eddie. And he’d laughed at Eddie’s horrible pun. But Eddie was caught off guard by the questions and the offering. Steve was observant. “I can’t let you do that,” he said. “My uncle is getting married. Hopefully. He hasn’t popped the question yet.”

It would be kind of terrible of him to accept free flowers if it didn’t work out and they never ordered any.

“That’s exciting,” Steve responded.

Genuinely, he felt like it was. Steve loved love. Working in a flower shop would be hard if he was bitter about being single. Also, the fact that someone else around his age wasn’t getting married made him feel a bit better about his own love life. Lately, it seemed like all his friends were getting hitched.

Eddie twirled a piece of hair around his finger, contemplating. He pocketed the little leaf. “I’m meeting the bride-to-be tonight. I suppose making a nice first impression wouldn’t be a bad idea.” He could give the flowers to Wayne to present to Kathleen when she came over. “How much for half a dozen?”

That was probably all he could afford, but he would be paying.

Eddie wasn’t selling as much anymore. Just weed, no powders or pills. Not since he’d discovered that one of his regulars had recently overdosed on Molly. He was at least partially responsible for that. He should have questioned the steadily increasing amount the guy was buying, but he had only been thinking about the money.

“Wouldn’t be a bad idea at all.” Steve had no intention of taking any money for the bouquet.

He walked around the store and started building it. Steve picked out four roses in red and pink, then added two pastel-dyed Asiatic lilies and sprinkled in a few strands of baby’s breath.

When he was finished, he went to the counter to put them down. He grabbed the twine and unrolled some tissue paper. “I’m sure there won’t be any more customers tonight. I’m kind of in charge, so I can totally give you these for free. Because I want to.”

Eddie pressed his lips together briefly, walking over and planting his forearms on the counter. He wasn’t some charity case. He didn’t like having debts, either. Maybe Steve had seen the type of clothes he wore and automatically assumed Eddie was trailer park trash who couldn’t afford it.

But Steve was smiling at him, looking sweet as a goddamn sugar cookie, and Eddie relaxed, rejecting the thought. That just didn’t seem right.

(Though why Steve wanted to give anyone, let alone Eddie, free flowers was a mystery.)

“You’re the boss, huh?” Eddie said. Steve looked young to own the shop, but maybe he was one of the Harringtons.

The name rang a bell. Steve Harrington. Dustin used to talk about a Steve during D&D. Gushed more than talked, really. Was he the same one?

“Technically, it’s my mom’s shop, but I’ve been running it for a while now,” Steve said. He couldn’t take all the credit.

Eddie gently drummed the counter, rings click-clacking as he watched those nimble fingers cut, tie, and wrap. His mom’s store. Well, wasn’t that precious.

Steve gave the bouquet one last critical look and a fluff with his fingers before handing it over. “With these, I think you’ll make the best impression. Maybe your uncle will even pop the question tonight!” Steve was excited for the groom to be even though he didn’t know him.

Eddie accepted the bouquet and looked down at it. “Thank you. It’s stunning.” Kind of like you.

He didn’t say that last part out loud, though he thought it hard enough that he’d probably projected it into Steve’s head.

Steve felt his face heat again. He didn’t know why he was reacting this way to the compliments. When women complimented his arrangements, he barely blinked.

Eddie brought the bouquet to his nose to smell its perfume. It brought another smile to his face before he lowered it. If Kathleen didn’t end up liking them, she was crazy.

Steve watched Eddie, grinning. “I’m Steve, by the way.”

Eddie’s gaze flickered up. He lowered the bouquet. Why were they both smiling like fucking idiots? “Eddie.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Eddie. Let me get you a card—you know, in case your uncle does propose and will need flowers from somewhere.” Steve grabbed one of the embellished business cards from the stack beside the register.

Eddie reached out to take it, and Steve sneezed again just as their fingers brushed. It was a big sneeze that made his face screw up and nearly blew him backward. Luckily, he managed to cover his nose before he bombed Eddie. Eddie tried not to laugh at his irritated expression and soft whine as he sniffled.

Eddie pocketed the card and tugged his handkerchief out at the same time. “Here,” he offered kindly, holding it out to Steve.

It was his favorite hanky, his pirate one with the skull and bones, but it was the least he could do.

Without thinking much about it, Steve took it and blew his nose. He let out a soft sigh, feeling a little better. Then he realized what he’d done. “Sorry…this is kinda gross now. Do you want it back?”

“Oh no—no, that’s yours now,” Eddie said hastily. “I insist. Consider it a token of my gratitude.” He lowered himself in a teasing bow. “Farewell, Steve, fine sir.”

So, so fine. Even with all the snot.

Eddie backed out of the store, still bent over for extra theatricality. When he straightened up, Steve looked confused but was red in the cheeks again. Score.

On the ride home, Eddie almost missed a turn because he kept glancing at the bouquet.

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co-writing this with @batty4steddie 💕

#fic #wybmb #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steddie au #florist au #florist!steve harrington #🌹🌹🌹🌹

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domquixotedospobresblog · 1 month

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Não posso julgar a fera,também não gosto que roubem rosas do meu jardim,não te darei uma se me pedir,mas pode ficar com todas se entregar o seu coração pra mim.

Jonas r Cezar

#micro crônica #jonas r cezar #rosas #🌹🌹🌹🌹

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cecy83 · 4 months

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#🌹🌹🌹🌹#wallpaper

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pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid · 9 months

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I lost my rose bed but I’m getting a new planting bed in a few days and some young plants and am so excited sksksksk just wanted to share lol

Now I can grow different varients :)))

#I’ve been sad about it for a while cuz I worked hard to grow my lil roses but I’m lookin on the bright side :))))#xan rambles #not pjo #off topic #🌹🌹🌹🌹

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svuguru · 2 months

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To the people who leave sweet comments under my posts/on the reblog/tag thing (or whatever... Yk what I'm talking about) I cherish you forever btw

#🌹🌹🌹🌹#roses for you :3 #i love youuuu (slowly sinks back into the dark mysterious abyss)

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lineffability · 8 months

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“Never leave,” said Crowley, not receiving a response, which was good, because he didn’t want the angel to lie.

#ask games #🌹🌹🌹🌹#a little bittersweet treat for u

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anonymous123maybe · 8 months

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Aww thank you so much! :D

Here’s a rose back! 🌹

#thank you!!#🌹🌹🌹🌹

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mmeqkoi · 1 month

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I SHITTED TEARS 💕😭🫶🌹🌹🌹HES SO BEAUTIFUL I CANTTTTT I FUCKING ASENDED UP TO HEAVENS PPL WENT TO WAR FOR YOUR FACE ARGENTI OMFG OMFG OMFG

#ARGENTI THE MAN THAT YOU ARE 💕🌹#I LOVE YOU SM ARGENTI #💕💕💕💕💕💕💕#🌹🌹🌹🌹#🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶#meqkoi speaks #honkai star rail #hsr

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herequeerexitentialfear · 4 months

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María Elena, Celia [jojos] Girlfriend/partner, and her story<3 [art is wip]

the core of their love for each other is understanding from their shared history, which leads to their compatibility.

the short of it is Elena is an artist, having gained enough fame and money to help support her family and not worry about finances to much anymore, who grew up right next to Celia & Cecio, but got out via an art scholarship. she struggles with both being genuine and making it, and the choice between commercial success and stability and following her heart, which leads her to going back home to visit napoli in her mid twenties, meeting Celia & Cecio again

The long of it is under the cut<3

while when i first thought her up, i was worried of talking about her, as she was just a nebulous partner for Celia to bounce off of, but she has grown into an OC of her own right, having a whole life before she reconnected with Celia, and even when they are in a relationship, still has her own career & life, and especially motivations.

Elena grew up in the same block of flats as Celia and Cecio, and wasn't much removed from the poverty that forced them into criminality, however she got lucky.

her time spent drawing on the backs of receipts and napkins, flyers and anything she could get her hands on, paid off [as well as a lucky encounter that resulted in her art catching some eyes], and she managed to get a full ride scholarship to a college of the arts, leaving behind the streets she walked as a child, for the world of art.

She wears a mask, just like Celia and Cecio, hers one of kindness and joy, just the right type of naive and talented to not ruffle feathers.

not to say she isn't kind- she absolutely is a warm and loving person, but when your surrounded by trust fund and upper class kids playing artist for fun, alongside the scions of artistic family's, where the only people remotely normal are the other scholarship or sponsored students, what are your direct competition, the heart on your sleeve better be a fake, even if you just hid the true one elsewhere.

but she gets lucky again [when i say lucky, i do not mean she isn't talented and puts the work in, just that that matters less than chance and personality and connections] and manages to worm her way into the good graces [and pockets] of several big and medium names, eventually being able to fund for her mother and little brother & sister to move back to Mexico with their family. [her mother having traveled to Italy with Elena's father, only to leave them stranded]

She continues to gain fame, being in many exhibitions, and gaining financial success, but so much of it feels hollow, from behind the rosy mask she wears. slowly she does more personal pieces, from her heart, as well as her more financially viable ones. she slowly severs connections with unsavory people, all with a smile and a laugh, slowly trying to make her life authentic to who she actually is.

When shes 28, She is going through art block, and her Abuela tells her to go back to where she was born, to the streets she grew up on, because those streets always haunt you, and as much as she hates the country that took away her family for so long, it isn't healthy for her nieta to cut it out her life.

So she travels back to Italy, walks those streets, and when shes mistake for a tourist and targeted, who is the officer to come to her rescue than Cecio, with her eventually recognizing the silver hair of the boy she helped babysit, and they talk about the Napoli of their childhood, and where they are now, when he offers to show her their old apartment, still owned by him and Celia, if shes looking to retread old haunts. they arrange to meet, but Cecio has something 'come up' so Celia is the one to show her around, both of them reminiscing about their childhood, Celia ending up taking her out to dinner at the new restaurant of the family run nearby their apartment.

They do that often in her first visit, Celia and Cecio both showing her around, where the old has gone, and where the new is, and Elena finds herself massively inspired, not to mention, really enjoying seeing two people she knows from childhood again, finding they all fall back together easily despite the over decade since they last saw each other, even as they talk about where their lives are now. Elena's heart feels less lonely, now she has people who understand her complicate relationship with her home city- and who hold nothing against her for taking the opportunity to get out of bad situation, opportunity they both took in different ways, even as they just joined a new system.

For all Elena and Celias fall back together so quickly, the romance that's last note was Celia shyly giving Elena flowers taken from a public park at her graduation, take a while to... bloom [hehe]

Elena leaves, a whole exibition planned, but keeps in touch, venturing back down for another trip, eventually coming regularly, them all pitching together, turning the old flat into a studio for her, a place for her in Napoli.

Eventually, the close companionship between the two woman gives way, quietly shifting into more, and Celia explains more of her own life, loving having someone who understands her, from child to adult, someone who looks at her, what she did to survive, and sees a kindred spirit.

Still, they drift in and out of each others lives, but always there, on the end of a phone halfway around the world or down the street. they have their own lives, but they bleed into each other so seamlessly, and soon part of Elena's life is her regular trips to her Napoli studio, and Celias is doing meetings before gallery openings, paperwork in the back of the studio, watching her lover paint worlds and feelings into reality

#thebirdwrites #gold & silver #celia #maría elena #<- hehe new oc tag<33 #🌹🌹🌹🌹#Elena<333

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promptsstuff · 1 year

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#Blog 19

(Lost luck)