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sagehyperfixates · 4 months
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Flowershop & Tattoo Parlor AU except the flower shop is also a Cafe and the Tattoo Parlor is also a hair salon and piercing shop, named Fleur de Vis and Hostile Makeover respectively
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mikkokomori · 2 years
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Sunflower tattoo parlor/flower shop au where Sunny Gay Panics so hard when Basil asks for a tattoo he just makes it worse (aged up just for life purposes but not like those weirdos do)
STARES SO HARD Listen anon I was planning on drawing something for this but it's been, what, like almost a week or something since I've drawn that I am just out of it but like STARES STARES STARES OUGH AUGH OUGHDHSJFJD AHAHAHAHA EHEHEHE
Sunny getting flustered at flower shop owner Basil ahaha twirls my hair at rapid speeds so like do they make out i mean make out i mean make out i mean make out i mean does Basil ever get his phone number ahahahahaha
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Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU
I am so floored by the response! It is absolutely so fun that y’all want to read my silly stories! This is a relatively short update but I am working on the rest! Hoping to post the full story by Valentine’s and I might also post an AO3 link at some point if anyone would like that I Part One I Part Two I Also on AO3!
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Chrissy and Eddie had been taking bets about what type of business was opening up across the way. Eddie’s guesses had run the gamut from hipster coffee shop to hipster hairdresser to hipster high-end taxidermy while Chrissy had more or less stuck with her original guess of a speakeasy style bar. Eddie was starting to close up shop for the day when some guy in an honest-to-god sweater vest and jeans ran over.
“It’s too late to place any orders today. Sorry if you need to apologize to your wife and 2.5 kids and forgot until the last minute.” Eddie had to admit the guy was pretty infuriatingly handsome. If you were in to normie core, that is.
“What? I’m not- okay, uhm. I’m actually here because I just rented the place across the way and I wanted to ask about setting up a recurring weekly arrangement?” Steve asked.
“What?” Eddie yelled over Judas Priest.
“It’s a wonder you can ever hear anything over all this noise.” Steve gestured towards the speaker.
Chrissy had overheard the exchange from the backroom and cut Eddie off before he could start ranting about real music, “Yes, we are interested in setting up a recurring weekly bouquet arrangement for our new neighbors, Eddie.” 
Chrissy turned back around to lower the speaker's volume and pulled Eddie and Steve into the shop and onto stools by the workbench Eddie uses for arranging. Eddie glared at her but they’d just lost one of their regular accounts to some online service that was apparently way cheaper than what De Lucas’ could offer.
“Sure. What were you thinking, dude?” Eddie asked Steve.
“Just something nice for our front desk. Not too big and maybe nothing that people are commonly allergic to? But I’ve seen the arrangements you load up for delivery and I trust your eye. I’m not a live flower expert.”
“Of course, big boy.” Eddie noticed Steve flush a little bit at the pet name. Eddie reached behind Steve to grab one of the flyers Chrissy had made for company floral services. He purposely invaded Steve’s space a little more than necessary just to see if he could get the guy to flush a little deeper.
“Uhm, thanks, man. I’ll get out of your hair since it’s late. Sorry.”
“I’ve got time for you now if you want to talk through anything,” Eddie couldn’t resist biting his lip a little bit. Steve was apparently very easy to ruffle and Eddie sure did love antagonizing his hipster neighbor. “Tell me a little bit about your place?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s a tattoo studio? Just me and my friend’s helping run the, like, business part of it.” Steve responded
“You tattoo?”
“Yeah. Really fucking well actually,” Steve pushed back. It seemed like Eddie had hit a nerve.
“Shouldn’t you have like at least one tattoo?” Eddie’s brain to mouth filter had apparently stopped working. He shouldn’t be actively shitting on a potential customer.
“Who says I don’t?” Steve answered with a wink. It was Eddie’s turn to feel a little faint as his imagination took a little too much creative liberty thinking about where Steve’s tattoo might be.
Thankfully, Chrissy took the awkward silence as an opportunity to step in and work with Steve to confirm what level of floral arrangement he was looking for, how often he wanted a new arrangement, and if he wanted pick up or delivery.
“I can stop by and pick them up. Wouldn’t want you to go through the trouble of adding me to your schedule since I’m just across the way. Any chance I could pick one up tomorrow around lunch time? My first client is coming at two.” Steve asked.
“Noon’s great, Steve!” Chrissy reached out to shake Steve’s hand while Eddie was still working on slowing his heart rate back to a reasonable rhythm.
“Amazing, thanks so much guys!” Steve called as he headed out of De Lucas’ and back across the street.
“Woah, Eddie. Truly a masterclass in both flirting and getting new clients. I should have taken notes,” Chrissy said once Steve had made it halfway into the road.
“Hey, fuck you.” 
“He speaks!” Chrissy patted Eddie’s head and added, “You’ll have to get better at interacting with him since you’ll be seeing each other once a week now.”
Eddie dramatically sighed and laid his upper body across the workbench, getting little pieces of flower refuse stuck in his hair.
“I’m so screwed.”
You wish, babe,” Chrissy cackled as she grabbed her bag and headed out for the day.
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redfurrycat · 3 months
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🤠✒️💐🐓Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor AU Fic Recs🐓💐✒️🤠
(Includes FS, TP and the lovely combo of the two)
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Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕
Ao3 Authors: Abliafina, Haridwar, Lovelybattle.
Hanahaki Disease > Bakery & Coffee Shop > Mechanic AU
Spice by lovelybattle {E}
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Jake strolled into the tattoo parlor, looking around at the art scattered about the walls. It was all really well done, as expected, from one of the highest rated shops in California. There was a buzz in the background, but he couldn’t see anyone getting tattooed. He quickly realized there were multiple rooms with curtains hanging down instead of doors. The sound coming from behind the curtains that were completely closed. “What can I do for ya?” The woman behind the counter asked, splaying her hands on the counter and leaning on them. “Well, considering we’re in a tattoo shop,” Jake said, smirking, “I was hoping I could get a tattoo.”
got a thing for you by haridwar {T}
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The bell above the door jingled, alerting Bradley that someone had entered the shop. He ducked out of the back room to find two brick walls worth of men shutting the door behind them. Sighing a little at the intrusion, despite it still being opening hours, Bradley took up position behind the counter and pasted on his best customer service smile. Or: Bradley and Jake's first meeting goes a little bit different when there's no rivalry to stop them from aggressively falling head over heels for one another
Sunshine & Roses by abliafina {T}
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“How often do you get to be creative Bradley?” Jake asked. “Look, I love your designs, I wouldn’t be here otherwise, but they’re not me.” Bradley crossed his arms, an intrigued look on his face. “You saying you’re giving me free hands?” “Sure am.” Jake made sure to sound confident, but on the inside, his heart beat as if he’d just finished a marathon, “I trust you.”
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tinyarmedtrex · 28 days
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I want you to put down roots
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In lieu of posting anything for WIP Weds (thank you for all the tags!!) I humbly offer my new tattoo parlor/ flower shop fic!
Read the first chapter here!
Preview:
“If you’re here to rob me you’re doing a poor job of it.” He said, his lips turning into a slight smile that made Alex’s head spin. He had a British accent and Alex found himself wishing the man would continue speaking so he could hear more words curl around those lips. "I only have bulbs and dirt, nothing of interest."
Flirting it was. "Don't sell yourself short, I'm sure plenty of people would want to steal your dirt." 
The man snorted, a sound which Alex found incredibly endearing. "At least I'd know you'd suffer, carrying all these bags of dirt away. You'd be sore for days." The man stood and offered Alex a hand, which he readily accepted. 
Alex swallowed back the comment that he'd rather be sore from something else. He had some decorum after all. "Then I supposed it's a good thing I'm not here for your dirt. I'm here to welcome you to our little neighborhood."  
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miryel89 · 1 year
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lunarifie · 1 month
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Tftsd Flower shop/Tattoo Parlor AU
(Set in modern times)
Part 1 / Part 2
- Bart and Gum Gum have known each other ever since they were placed in foster care. They stuck around each other until they were 18 and legally allowed to take care of themselves. They end hp renting an apartment, doing freelance gigs and odd jobs to keep themselves afloat.
- At some point, Bart runs into his past mentor, Marge, a tattoo artist who’d taught him a few things back in the day. She claims that Bart’s a natural artist, and that she has plans on retiring after holding onto her tattoo parlor for some time now. But to do so, she needs to hand it off to someone she can trust, therefore, she takes Bart as her apprentice.
- After a year or two, Bart picks it up relatively quickly and replaces Marge as the owner/main tattoo artist. He keeps the parlors name “The Jebediah” in honor of his mentor.
- With a now sustainable job, Bart tries to train and hire Gum Gum, but after a few months, its obvious that Gum Gum doesn’t have the same talent as Bart. Gum Gum admits that he can’t see himself inflicting pain on others for the sake of art (only for the sake of protection). Bart understands, and knowing Gum Gum’s affinity for flowers, convinces him to try and apply to the newly implemented flower/coffee shop down the street, known as Mudd’s Plants and Coffee.
- Gum Gum enters the shop and immediately forgets what he was there for, entranced by the variety of plants and differing floral. He notices a dried up plant hidden behind a big-leafed one, nudging it closer to the sun and hydrating it with a nearby watering can.
- Gum Gum jumps when he hears a - “What do you think you’re doing?” - from behind, turning around to face the tall shopkeeper. The shopkeeper stares at him sternly before widening his eyes and cursing, shoving past Gum Gum to inspect the almost dying plant.
- He reaches for the watering can but Gum Gum interjects, “don’t worry! I already watered it. If you do that again it’ll drown.”
- Mudd pauses, hand hovering over the watering can as he eyes Gum Gum, “customers aren’t supposed to mess with the plants…”
- “I wasn’t messing with it, I was helping it.”
- “Uh huh.” Already annoyed by this meddling customer, Mudd asks Gum Gum if theres anything he can help with, ready to have this person on their way.
- “Actually, yeah. I’m here to apply for a job, do you know where the shop owner is?”
- “I am the shop owner.”
- Gum Gum blinks, staring blankly at Mudd before splitting into a wide grin. “Perfect!”
- Mudd is hesitant in considering the applicant at first, but with the surge of customers who want to try out the aesthetically pleasing cafe/plant shop, he can use all the help he could get.
- Mudd is often busy at the counter, ringing up orders, brewing coffee, and adding his signature herbs to his recipes. Its hard for him to pay attention to every single plant and flower in his shop.
- After a week or so, he notices he no longer has to rush to his plants to make sure they’re healthy. From the counter, he can see his flowers blooming, bright and vibrant thanks to his new employee. Its obvious that Gum Gum has a talent for finding the dying forgotten plants and helping them thrive.
- Bart is ecstatic over Gum Gum getting a secure job, teasing him over it, “my boys all grown up!” He often takes short trips to Mudd’s shop to visit Gum Gum, whose always excited to see him and greets him with a “Bart!”
- Eventually, Mudd ends up introducing himself after the red-heads name is yelled enough times.
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seriouslycalamitous · 5 months
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Okay I need help deciding the next fic I post:
So I'm writing a hideduo tattoo/flower shop fic, but it's going to be long and take me a while to finish. Should I pause it to write some stuff for fall/Halloween?
What fics would you want to see? Ships, tropes, prompts, etc?
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galahadwilder · 2 years
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Flower shop/tattoo parlor AU except that Marinette is both the florist and the tattoo artist and Adrien is her exhausted and confused accountant who cannot wrap his head around the insanity that is his pretty new client's business model
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sucrosette · 3 months
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★— ⋆。˚ [03. A Life in a Flower Shop]
For Day 20 of Carry on Countdown 23, Flowers. @carryon-countdown
Simon Snow gets a bouquet. His day is going great. (if you saw the wrong summary, no you didn’t)
Rated T for cussing and Idiots-to-Lovers-isms.
This is a series of snapshots of different Simon Snows and Baz Pitches in the greater multiverse. You can find the other "lives" here: [Day 3: Alternate Universe][Day 19: Sci-Fi]
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“Oh~ that’s a lovely bouquet you’ve got there, Simon,” Penny hums as she saunters into the shop, tugging her lip ring between her teeth.
“Yeah,” Simon grumbles, “I know. It’s for the shop's first anniversary, I guess.”
Penny stops short, quirking her head at Simon’s tone. “Why are you being such a priss about a romantic bouquet? It’s lovely, you’re not taken, so you’ve got an admirer, who wouldn’t be happy to know they’ve got an admirer?”
That seems to perplex Simon, his brows furrowing and eyes darting obviously to the flower shop across the road.
“Oh, of bloody course it’s from the shopkeep across the way. Basil’s been trying to figure out how to confess for the past three months now. Suppose the anniversary’s as good a reason as any to make a move,” Penny shifts topic with eace, waving her hand dismissively. “Anyway, is that the face of a rejection I see happening? You’re going to break his little heart, Simon, go gently if you do reject the poor lad.”
“He’s a sodding arse,” Simon scowls harder as he says it, sending all kinds of angry energy across the road and directly at Baz where he was probably tending plants. Singing to them sweetly, watering their roots, maybe adjusting the plants that needed more sun so they’d flourish better. Simon knew too much about how Baz tended his plants.
“Well, yes,” Penny admits, “But it’s a very nice bouquet.”
“He told me it meant ‘fuck you’ in flower,” Simon groans out.
Penny doesn’t hold back her laugh at that. “And you believed him?”
Poor Simon gives a defeated nod and Penny has to temper her laugh for that.
“Oh, you poor sod,” Penny pats Simon gently on the back, “Baz Pitch really is a prick, isn’t he?”
Simon nods again, huffing his confusion. “He’s been trying to confess?”
“So far four times, and that’s just the one’s I’ve seen. I’m sure there’s been more that I haven’t,” Penny consoled, her hand running soothing circles between Simon’s shoulder blades.
“How did I miss them then?” Simon doesn’t quite wail, but there’s still an anguished little noise at the tail end of his words that could definitely qualify as something like a wail, “Why do I think he hates me?”
“Because he’s not just a prick, but an emotionally constipated prick to boot,” Penny sighs, “You want me to go through the flowers and tell you what they really mean?”
Simon leans his head on Penny’s shoulder, “You’d do that for me?”
“If neither of us have any appointments, I’ll do it right now. If we do, I’ll do it first break we get, alright?”
“Alright…” Simon takes the bouquet in hand and sits down on the chair at the front desk, “My first appointment is in an hour. I think you’re just potential walk ins today.”
“Well, it won’t take an hour to get through it,” Penny pats Simon’s shoulder gently, “I promise he likes you.”
“How did I miss it?”
“Probably because you both attempt to kill each other on sight,” Penny tuts, “Now let’s get into these flowers.”
Apparently, the three lilies that serve as the centerpiece to this bouquet apparently represent beauty, and their pink colour means admiration, or even infatuation, a far cry from a fuck you. The lilacs, soft purple stems bursting forth, apparently are a tender representation of a first love, which Simon finds a bit surprising. Baz is way too bloody handsome to have never had a proper first love before him. Would theirs even count? It was more fight than anything else.
Penny flicks his ear to bring his focus back to the flowers when his mind starts wandering down that path. “Focus on the flowers, Simon, not wherever your mind is going trying to figure things out. Figuring’s not your specialty.”
“Right, sure, of course,” Simon grumbles out, feeling particularly scolding.
Baby’s breath, apparently a common filler in bouquets, is also a choice pick for new beginnings, which is why it’s so often in wedding bouquets. He’s put in forget-me-nots too, and those can mean devotion and true love and Simon’s starting to think he’s in over his head. Penny just laughs at him for it. Even the sprigs of thyme represent something. Apparently strength and power and Simon’s not really sure why Basil thinks as much of him, and he says as much.
“Well, you started this shop from nothing. You made your own way and you’re not exactly shy about it,” Penny answers a little too matter-of-factly, “And bully for you, it’s a pretty strong confession, I’d say.”
“Does the greenery mean something too?” Simon sets the bouquet down in front of him, staring deeply at the filler leaves that make up the space between whites and purples and pinks.
Penny laughs again, a little louder, “Well, maybe, but not that I know about. Anyway, even if it does, it’s only going to keep being romantic, I’m sure.”
“Why did he say it meant ‘fuck you’ though?” Simon groans, slouching into his seat.
“I mean, if you think about it, in a way, he is saying ‘fuck you’ in flower. Just,” Penny wobbles her head and hand in unison, “Like fuck you, positively. Fuck you, literally. I’d like to fuck you, intimately, maybe. I don’t know his preferences, though, I shouldn’t make assumptions on them.”
“Okay, Pen, please, I bloody get it,” Simon groans.
“Alright, alright,” Penny shrugs, leaning back against the front desk, “So are you gonna do something about it?”
Simon scrunches up his nose, “Oh, bloody well yes I am. That absolute arse deserves what’s coming to him.”
“After your appointment,” Penny pops her lips as she says it, gesturing to the person who was just walking through the door, “Seems they’re a touch early.”
“After my appointment,” Simon agrees, if a little reluctantly. He was definitely not letting this one slide.
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Baz, unprepared and going through the preparations to close shop up ten minutes before he would actually have to, was entirely unsuspecting to the thought that someone might have wisened Simon up to what his bouquet might actually mean. Might as well be ready, he’d always said, and it’s pretty well how he lives his life most of the time too.
Excepting, of course, in the case of Simon Snow.
Simon Snow makes him impulsive, makes him throw insults and fly off the handle, makes him stay up till midnight perfecting an impromptu arrangement he’d had to drive across town just to get two kinds of flower that he’d run out of stock for two days before this idea had struck him. Needless to say, Simon Snow made him a bit of an idiot.
The bell clangs to his door at five till the hour and Basil’s already starting his usual spiel, “We close in five, if you want to pick something premade and quick, the–” he looks up out of courtesy and instead of some customer he hadn’t been expecting, sees Simon panting his doorway, “Oh. It’s you.”
“Me,” Simon narrows his eyes at Baz, “You… ‘fuck you’ in flower right back.”
It takes Baz a moment. He’d basically completely forgotten that throwaway line over the course of the day, between filling orders and answering calls, he’d had other things to think about. Especially considering it had just been a sarcastic moment in his pre-caffeinated state. “Do you mean… like insultingly or literally?”
Simon marches right up to him, stomping the whole way, which is a rather wasteful expense of energy, Baz has mind to think, before he grabs Baz by the cheeks and tugs him down to kiss him hard.
It’s a hot mess of a kiss. Their teeth clang, Simon’s lips burn from leftover curry, –it must be what he’d had for lunch– and neither of them have any idea where to put their hands after Simon had grabbed Baz by the face. Eventually, it slows down, Baz’s hands finding at least a slightly less awkward perch at Simon’s hips, squeezing him gently. Simon’s hands slip down to hang over Baz’s shoulders and they stay like that for a long moment.
The door bell rings again.
“We’re closed. Come back tomorrow,” Basil announces without an ounce of shame and without looking up from Simon’s eyes. He hears the door close again, and maybe a muttered apology, but he can deal with it later if anything comes of it. “I’m taking that as a literal ‘fuck you,’ I hope you know.”
“You’re a sodding arse,” Simon scoles him, a fierce little pout on his lips.
“Yes, and you kissed me,” Baz laughs out loud as he says it, “You must have a thing for sodding arses.”
“Shove off,” Simon growls and forces him into another kiss, this one with slightly less teeth, taking the time to slot their lips together properly this time, “You owe me an explanation, Baz Pitch.” 
“Alright, I’ll get you one over dinner,” Baz answers with a kiss to the point of Simon’s nose, “Seem fair?”
“It’s a start,” Simon huffs, “You know it’s not my fault your easy access to half-decent espresso shut down right? The building was already empty by the time I put my bid in!”
Basil snorts another laugh at that, louder, nipping the pout of Simon’s lips, wrapping his arms properly around Simon’s waist and pulling the shorter in close by the waist. “I’m glad it’s gone now, but I certainly wasn’t then.”
“You better be,” Simon purses his lips adorably, already half-caught in a bluster.
Basil shakes his head and squeezes Simon hard enough to pull his attention back to the kissing and not the fighting part of them. “Shut up, Simon Snow, and let me kiss you again.”
And Simon lets him. He does, and he does, and he does.
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krillissue · 2 months
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wahoo!! two chapters in two days?? i'm on a roll!
chapter 2 of my "kill me with a smile" epilogue is out! please enjoy the endless fluff and my obsession with naps and soft kisses
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haystarlight · 1 year
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Hunter really liked working at the tattoo parlor. He got to meet interesting people, he got compliments on his talent and it paid really good. Most of his clients did make a point of letting him know he had a strange sense of fashion, but he always ignored them.
It was true, in a way. Most people expect a tattoo artist to be covered in black leather and piercings like some hot bad boy. Not a pair of crocs and a Hawaiian shirt in the middle of Connecticut autumn. Hunter was always quick to say, he liked wearing what was comfortable, not caring about style, letting his work speak for him.
He was getting ready for work when he heard the little bell, announcing his first costumer of the day.
"Welcome to The Owl House!" he said, smiling but not really looking at the client "what can I do for ya?"
"Oh, hi! I actually called ahead, I'm Willow Park," said the young woman, with a sweet cheerful voice that he did remember from the phone a few days ago.
The young lady was short but she looked at him with an air of determination that made him feel like she was not the type to get scared easy. And her smile was like sunshine, filling the room with warmth and light. The kind of person that made other people more confident by just being next to them.
Fuck, it was way too early for this shit.
"Oh, yeah! I remember, you had an appointment!!" he tried not to sound so loud "sit down, I still have to get my equipment ready."
Willow sat down and took off her jacket, which allowed him a better look at her. She was chubby, in a cute way. But her arms... fuck, they looked strong. Hunter briefly wondered if she'd be strong enough to carry him....
No! Nope! No! Professional!
"I'm Hunter Noceda, by the way,"
"Yeah, I know, you said your name when I made the appointment."
Fucking idiot.
"Y-yeah, you said you wanted a sunflower tattoo?" he tried to recall.
"Yup! Right here, on my left bicep!" she said, flexing to emphasize.
He was not going to survive this.
"Is this your first tattoo?"
"Yup!"
"Well then, I should warn you. The pain can be a little too much for first timers," he always tried to be gentle when he said this "if you feel like you can't handle it, just tell me and I'll stop. No judgement and I won't charge you if you don't let me finish it,"
"That's sweet of you, Hunter," she smiled kindly at him "but I think you'll find I have a higher tolerance for pain than expected."
She fucking winked at him. This had to be a fever dream. Did Luz spike his coffee with something that morning?
"Yeah, okay, let's get started then."
He started, fixating on his work. Concentrating as hard as he could on the drawing and not on the muscles he was lucky enough to have his hands on.
It wasn't like this was the first beautiful customer he'd ever had. Most of his clients were young and attractive; Hunter had suffered many bisexual freakouts, especially if a client wanted a tattoo in an unusual place. But something about this girl made her seem different from the others. Like, this was going to be more than just a fleeting crush.
"So, how long have you been working here?" she asked, breaking the silence.
It wasn't out of the ordinary for clients to start conversation when they got bored. Tattoos did take a long time to get done and sometimes talking was the only thing they had to pass the time.
And he might as well get to know her better.
"For, like, 2 years," he said "what about you? What's your job?"
"Oh, I work next door actually," she revealed "Willow's Wonderful Weeds, the new flower shop. We opened up pretty recently, it makes sense we haven't really been introduced."
Oh yeah, he knew that place. Of course he did notice when they opened a new shop next to his a few months back but he never paid close attention. He'd certainly pay more attention now, that was for sure.
"Yeah, I wouldn't forget about you, you seem like an unforgettable person," he instantly regretted saying that.
And then he saw her blush and stopped regretting it.
"Sooo, Willow's Wonderful Weeds, huh? That's a funny name."
She laughed. He made a mental note to make her laugh again.
"Yeah, my friend Gus came up with it. I thought it was stupid at first but it grew on me."
"It GREW on you?" he smirked at the accidental pun.
She groaned, but she didn't actually seem upset with him. He allowed himself a laugh.
"Oh, you're just as bad as him."
"You should introduce us, I think we'd get along," totally normal suggestion, not weird at all.
"Please no," she begged.
He laughed a little more before returning to work.
"So, flowers, huh? Is that why you're getting a sunflower tattoo?"
"Yeah, I've always loved plants," she said "ever since I was little, I felt connected with nature and I knew that's what I wanted to have on my skin to represent me. I wasn't sure what kind of flower I wanted at first since there are so many pretty ones, but I knew for sure I didn't want a rose, that one's been used to death."
"Oh yeah, totally," he nodded "take it from me, I see a million roses a day, it gets boring real quick. It's like, there are other flowers, people!"
"Exactly! Valentine's Day is coming later and I'm thinking about all of the roses I'm gonna have to grow, as if other flowers aren't romantic enough."
Hunter didn't think of telling her how the sunflower perfectly fit her, as she seemed to shine brighter than the sun. He was totally not thinking that, no.
"And you? You got any tattoos?"
"Yeah, I have one on my back of the starship from Cosmic Frontier, I don't know if you've read that."
"My friend Gus read it," she said "he keeps trying to get me to read it, but it doesn't seem like my thing. Maybe I will introduce you to him after all, give him someone to talk about it."
He now actually wanted to meet this Gus, he sounded like a cool guy. And the idea of spending more time with Willow wasn't bad either.
"I also have this one," he showed her his left arm for an instant before going back to work.
It was a big gray wolf, howling at a full moon, surrounded by bright stars.
"Wow, it's beautiful," she said, starstruck.
Totally not a big deal that she just said something about him was beautiful. Totally normal. Yes sir. Nothing weird at all.
"And this one," he showed his right wrist, where there was a picture of a little red cardinal bird.
"Aww, he's so tiny," she cooed.
"I actually did this one to myself, the other two are from some friends, fellow tattoo artists," he explained "can't exactly draw on my own back."
"Wow, that's actually pretty badass, I didn't know one could tattoo oneself."
"You can if you know what you're doing," he tried not to sound too braggy.
Willow took a deep breath, almost like she was hipping herself up to ask the next question.
"You don't have any tattoos that you share with your partner?" she asked, kind of quickly. As if she was scared.
"Uh, no. I don't. I don't have a partner."
Willow tried to hide her joy. "Oh, okay."
"Do you have one?" he asked, his fear even more evident.
"No, I'm single."
He quietly celebrated in his head.
"I don't really like matching tattoos anyway, you won't believe how many couples I've seen come in and get matching tattoos only to come back and remove them," he told her, quietly.
"Aw, that sucks so bad," she frowned.
"Yeah, it's not fun thinking something is gonna last forever only to realize it won't."
"Definitely not getting a matching tattoo with anyone now," she decided with finality.
"Yeah, I didn't even get one with my sister when she suggested it."
"Your sister wanted matching tattoos?"
"Yeah, she wanted ones that said 'La Banda de las Chicas Malas', which means 'The Bad Girl Coven' in Spanish," he recalled.
"That's so dumb, I'm glad you didn't go through with it," she laughed again.
"Yeah, she's like that," he rolled his eyes "she's annoying, but I do love her, don't get me wrong."
"Aaww," she sighed "I always wanted a sibling. I guess I have Gus, he's kinda like a brother, but that's not exactly the same."
"You're not missing much," he promised her "just constant invasions of your privacy and walking in on her and her girlfriend, neither of which is fun."
Willow laughed again. Hunter was suddenly reminded that, if Luz found out he now had a crush on the girl next door, who owned a flower shop, he would never hear the end of it. Her little fanfiction loving heart would explode with evil plans trying to get him and Willow together and it would be terrible for them both. Mostly for him.
He would try his best not to let her find out, although part of him knew he would simply be delaying the inevitable.
"So, tattoos... science fiction novels... what else are you into?"
You, he might've said if he was braver. Or crazier.
"Well, the tattoos started because I liked drawing and I also know how to sew," he regretted not wearing one of his shirts with patches, he would've wanted to show them. Oh well, next time.
"Ooooooohhh, a man who sews, that's nice," she said, her tone light and flirty.
Holy shit.
Well, two can play that game.
"How about you? You work out? Because your bicep game is ridiculous," he tried to sound cool.
He also tried to sound like he didn't get that phrase from Luz.
She blushed again! Fuck yeah!
"Yeah, I do a lot of heavy lifting when I'm working the plants but I also go to the gym pretty regularly and I like roller skating and jogging and soccer."
"It's called fútbol," he muttered under his breath.
Curse his wonderful, latino family.
"Yeah, that," she nodded "I also love photography. I have a camera that I carry around everywhere. It's super old but I love it, I love developing the pictures and seeing them come to life. I have sooooo many photo albums back home, it's crazy."
"I'd like to see them," he confessed.
"I'll show you some time," she promised.
Not too long after, the tattoo was finished.
"Okay, it's ready. Look at yourself in the mirror."
She did and she immediately squealed at the sight. She spun around, looking at herself from different angles, her smile kept getting bigger.
"I LOVE IT! THANK YOU!"
"It's nothing, I enjoyed doing it," he admitted.
He told her the price and she paid for it. He did still need the money, unfortunately.
"So, I'll see you around, right?" she asked, hopeful as she put her jacket back on.
"Yeah, if you ever need me, I'm right next door. You can just let yourself in here or you can call me, you have my number."
"Yeah, I do have your number," she said, as if she had forgotten "so I guess I'll call you soon, then."
"For another tattoo?"
"No," she smiled, as she opened the door to leave "for a date."
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Relationships: Orym/Dorian Storm/Will | Orym's Spouse, Orym/Dorian Storm, Orym/Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role), Dorian Storm/Will | Orym's Spouse Characters: Dorian Storm, Orym (Critical Role), Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, First Meetings, Falling In Love, Conversations, Dating, Meeting the Parents, Holidays, Moving In Together, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff, Tattoos, Flowers, Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Summary: In desperate need of something to elevate Opal's birthday gift, Dorian enters Air Ashari Floral & Ink in search of a floral arrangement. The cute owner has him coming back and eventually meeting the owner's husband, who runs the other side of their joint shop. Falling in love with both of them was inevitable, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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A month ago, the gorgeous necklace that he purchased for Opal's birthday felt like more than enough, but holding the single thin box changed his mind on his way to her birthday party. As he walked along a street full of shops, his eyes searched desperately for something to go along with it. He considered searching for some earrings or a nice top, until his eyes landed on a beautifully painted sign spread across two doorways. One side showed off gorgeous floral arrangements in the windows, while the other displayed incredible art that he imagined the tattoo artist within had a hand in. 
Curiously, he pushed open the door leading into the floral arrangement side of Air Ashari Floral & Ink. A light floral smell met his nose as he stepped across the threshold to the chime of a bell. The halfling behind the counter greeted him with a friendly wave and a warm smile that made him feel immediately welcomed. He headed straight for the counter knowing he wouldn't be able to find exactly what he wanted quick enough to avoid being late.
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Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU
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The first month celebration seemed to open the floodgates on Team Tattoos and Team Flowers (as Robin affectionately named their now fairly active group chat) seeing each other outside of work. It wasn’t always all four of them but Steve would start bringing over lunch to eat with Eddie when he picked up his order or Robin would stop by with coffees after doing a run. Chrissy would go over to the tattoo parlor when she needed a break from heavy metal while doing bank reconciliations. 
Steve was in the studio alone on a no client day to get some sketching done and other small things around the shop. Robin had elected to avoid the winter weather and stay at their apartment. 
“Hello! I come bearing lunch!” Eddie called out as he swung open the door. 
After his first formal visit to the tattoo parlor, Eddie had gotten more comfortable waltzing in when the shop was slow. Steve was happy to see Eddie more as he slowly wore down the stubborn metalhead. Robin had started dropping some pretty heavy hints that Steve should just go for it and ask Eddie out but Steve wasn’t quite sure he was ready. As much as Steve was learning Eddie was different, he reminded Steve of the counterculture guys at some of his old studios. Steve couldn’t quite shake his insecurity that Eddie still thought he didn’t have any business running a tattoo parlor. Of course this didn’t stop Steve from becoming more and more obsessed with the man as they became something approximating friends. They even started giving each other small tokens. Eddie would find some cool rock or a weird stamp or something equally random and leave them on the reception desk when he stopped by to rap his knuckles on the desk and tell Steve whatever important fact he’d learned that he “couldn’t possibly just share via text, Steve, the delivery is half of the point.” Steve would always laugh, shake his head, and get back to whatever he was working on before Eddie burst through the door.
After Steve had amassed quite a collection of Eddie’s found treasures, Steve felt like he needed to reciprocate. Eddie had told Steve about his collection of heavy metal tapes for the De Lucas’ van so the next time Robin dragged Steve to a thrift store he scoured the tape offerings for something that he could give Eddie. After sifting through the options for so long that even Robin had gotten bored of shopping, Steve decided on Voices from Hall & Oates. It was just cheesy enough he could play it off as a joke if Eddie made fun of it but it also had some absolute classics Steve loved. And if they happened to be love songs, well, the 80s were a love song filled decade, it couldn’t be helped.
“Munson! Welcome!” Steve called as he walked out of the back office. “Whatcha got for me?”
Eddie situated himself on the couch that he continued to insist he hated and Steve sat in one of the nearby armchairs and started setting out food. 
“Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soup, Steve-o!” Eddie said as he stooped into a low bow and spread out his arms to show off the offerings on the coffee table.
“This is so good, holy shit,” Steve said as he started wolfing down the sandwich. He should probably work on his table manners but hopefully Eddie didn’t mind. “Where’d you get this, dude?”
“Oh, uh, I made it,” Eddie looked a little embarrassed to admit it.
“Seriously, dude? Unfair,” Steve said.
“Unfair, why?” Eddie asked.
“Well you have the whole flower thing and you’re good at cooking? That’s like a whole first date package, man,” Steve’s mouth moved quicker than his brain could tell him to shut up and run into the nearest snow bank. “Not that, that’s, I mean–”
“Thanks, I think?” Eddie cut Steve off. “I owed you one.”
“Oh wait! That reminds me, stay here.” Steve ran off to the back room to pick up the cassette tape. “I got you this, if you ever feel like diversifying the van’s musical options.”
“You got me a tape?” Eddie looked skeptical. Steve couldn’t figure out if that was a good thing or not.
“Yeah, I mean, it’s not a big deal, but it’s Hall & Oates. I play them a lot at the shop. They’re kind of chill and I figured maybe if you ever wanted a change of pace, or whatever.”
“Steve, I know who Hall & Oates are.”
“And you hate them. Listen, it was a silly idea,” Steve said as he went to grab the tape back from Eddie.
“Nope, you already gave it to me, no take backs!” Eddie said as he jolted upright and nearly sprinted across the street. Steve was left a little aghast as he went back to the tomato soup Eddie had apparently made him. This was getting out of hand.
The next day Steve got to his studio and saw a square package waiting on the stoop.
Payback, Harrington. – EM
Steve opened the package to find a Led Zeppelin record. He knew he’d heard the name before but other than that he didn’t recognize it. It had a picture with what looked like an explosion and some historical photo.
“What’s that, Steve?” Robin asked as she walked in.
“Oh I guess Eddie left it?” Steve said and flipped the album around to show Robin.
“Ooooo, Eddie, huh?” Robin teased and wiggled her eyebrows. “Oh, get the Led out. Rad.”
“What?” Steve had no idea what Robin said.
“Get the Led out? Led Zeppellin? The band whose record you’re holding?” 
“None of that means anything to me, Robin.”
“You’re such a square, Harrington.”
Steve elbowed Robin but went to put the record on. “I guess it’s good to have some emergency rock?” Steve joked. He wasn’t sure what he thought about the band as the record started spinning.
“You’re ridiculous. You’ll have to set it off to the side so someone doesn’t put it on while you’re in the middle of a tattoo and scare you out of your trance,” Robin said. 
She told Steve that sometimes he seemed so fully wrapped up in his work that she would get nervous that he’d spook at any sudden or unexpected noise. He knew she was fully kidding but Steve decided it would be a funny gag to get a frame to put the record in. He used some of the window paints Robin had got for the studio windows to scribble “Warning! Don’t let the Led out!” Robin thought it was the corniest thing she’d ever seen. That didn’t matter once Eddie saw it and laughed for a full thirty seconds.
Eddie started coming to visit Steve when De Lucas’ closed up and Chrissy left for the day. Steve noticed Eddie picked days where Steve didn’t have afternoon clients and was mostly just sketching and doing shop maintenance stuff. Sometimes Eddie would bring Steve coffee or a snack and other times Eddie would just bring over a book and read on the couch while Steve worked. Steve started joining him on the couch and Eddie would read out loud while Steve sketched. Those were Steve’s favorite days.
“Great engines crawled across the field; and in the midst was a huge ram, great as a forest-tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of Mordor, and its hideous head, founded of black steel,” Eddie was reading while Steve was snuggled into the other arm of the couch working on his iPad.
“Oh! Mordor! I know this–it’s in that song from that band’s record you gave me!” Steve interrupted.
“Holy shit, you actually listened to it before you put the album in jail?” Eddie 
“Of course, dude! Sorry I’m not much of a reader, what book is this?” Steve answered.
“It’s Lord of the Rings, it’s a pretty classic fantasy book,” Eddie looked over at Steve. “There’s actually a decent movie adaptation if you ever want to have movie night.”
“Oh, yeah, I think Robin likes that movie, it has elves, right?” 
“Yes, Steve, there are elves,” Eddie laughed.
“Sounds fun!” Steve stretched out and kicked Eddie’s thigh accidentally. Eddie reached over and pulled Steve’s feet onto his lap, placed his book back on Steve’s shins. Eddie snuggled back into the couch and Steve stifled a laugh. “I don’t think you’re allowed to make fun of this couch anymore, dude.”
“It’s still obnoxious even if it also happens to be unfairly comfortable. Do you want me to keep reading or do you want me to stop so I don’t spoil it? I honestly kind of thought you weren’t paying attention,” Eddie said.
“Keep reading. I’m enjoying it.”
“Alright Stevie,” Eddie responded. “founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it spells of ruin lay.” Steve listened to the familiar timbre of Eddie’s voice and settled back into his work.
“Hey, Eds,” Steve started as he finished up his work. “Have you ever thought about getting, like, an actual tattoo?”
“What do you mean?” Eddie shut his book and pushed Steve’s legs off his lap.
“You know like the kind of stuff I work on? Hang on, I don’t think I’m explaining this very well. Let me show you.” Steve could tell something was off. He knew his work wasn’t Eddie’s style but he kind of couldn’t stop thinking about tattooing Eddie. Steve thought Eddie was absolutely breathtaking and he wanted to give him something equally pretty. Steve hadn’t realized it at the time but he was absolutely thinking of Eddie everytime he sketched one of the bouquets he brought over. He flipped through his iPad and found the drawing he was working on of the bouquet Eddie had made for their one month anniversary. “Something like this? Maybe? I dunno.”
“What is this?”
“It’s just a sketch I did of one of the bouquets I picked up? The one from the day we went to the Hideout?” Steve explained.
Eddie took a closer look at the sketch and Steve couldn’t read the expression on his face. “Oh shoot, is that the time? I gotta get back to my side of the street.” Eddie abruptly stood and walked out, leaving Steve to wrack his brain as to how he fucked it up this time.
Steve was confused. He didn’t know what he did to make Eddie leave. His face was hot and he felt tears well up in his eyes. He’d thought Eddie was different. That he was at least starting to understand Steve. He must have missed something. Obviously, Eddie, with all his metal tattoos, was absolutely not the kind of guy who was into floral tattoos and in fact maybe judged Steve for his style. It was probably stupid to offer to tattoo him. Steve never did that. Robin bugged him as soon as he started tattooing clients until he had to explain that he just couldn’t. He didn’t want to mess up and have someone he was actually close to hate something that was relatively permanent. He knew it was sort of a weird hang up for a tattoo artist but he couldn’t get past his mental block. That was until he met Eddie. Something about Eddie and his flowers had so captivated Steve.
Steve closed up his shop on autopilot. He put everything away for the night and locked up trying to put the metalhead across the street out of his mind. He kept his head down as he walked out to avoid seeing De Lucas’ and Eddie’s stupid van. He managed to mostly keep himself together on the L until he got home. Thankfully Robin wasn’t home yet so Steve pulled on his softest sweatshirt and rolled himself into a tight blanket cocoon and stared at the ceiling until he fell asleep.
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summerfrwrks · 5 months
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(ready to read at Ao3)  bounded
JaySteph Halloween!! @jaystephevents ​
Pairing/s: Stephanie Brown/Jason Todd
first two chapters are up!!
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Summary:
Stephanie is not a witch, she made sure of it. What she is, is something only one man in town knows, and it seemed he did not plan to stay long.
Prompt used: monsterhunter!jason, notawitch!stephanie, alternate universe - supernatural elements
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marauder23 · 5 months
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STICK & POKE
A Louigan Tattoo Parlor/Flower Shop AU
Rating: e
11/11 COMPLETE
Chapter Summary: One year in the future we see Louise and Logan preparing for her debut solo art exhibition at the Fischoeder's gallery.
Chapter 11: epilogue is live NOW. Check it out ------> HERE.
Special thanks to my good friend star_stuff (not on Tumblr) for her gorgeous work on this commission of Logan's tattoo that Louise drew (you can even see Louise's signature!). I'm in love with this!
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