#tattoo/flowershop

[dwritesit]

raindrop yearning that may or may not be based on the next florist/tattoo artist fic chapter 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

[rauchendesgnu]

...they deserve a flowershop/tattoo parlour au where they can be happy ok?

Also, I do have ideas for more characters, but do let me know if you have any inspiration! (Especially for more Martin tattoos! rn he has the pen on his right forearm, the lighthouse on his left forearm, the lonely mountain and smaug on his left upper arm and the semi colon on his neck, but I want him to have more!)

[sthormiiii]

today i offer you:

viravos flowershop au !!! 💐

kim'dael has a tattoo shop nextdoor bc i lovee the idea of them being besties !! (also bc im such a lesbian and needed to draw her in a pretty outfit...)

i want to make this au a fanfiction so badd, but I don't have enough free time😕😕

[bisexualbard-writes]

I’ll send you one of my fave tropes and one of my least fave tropes for variety 😂. You can pick which one you wanna talk about

Fave trope: childhood friends-to-lovers

Least fave trope: whatever you call the flower shop owner X tattoo shop owner thing (i don’t like this trope because it usually very boring. Like there’s usually little to no plot besides the flower shop owner character going “oooo the neighbor has tattoos 😳” and a cringey overuse of flower language and I just don’t understand the appeal)

OKAY, so I already have an outline for childhood friends-to-lovers kimchay which I'll dig up later, so lets talk about flower shop x tattoo shop owner aus. My original thought was: Chay is the sunshine that runs the flowershop, Kim is the moody one who runs the tattoo parlor, Chay is all ohh ahh the neighbor has tattoos 😳, Kim is like ooh ahh the neighbor is very cute let me find an excuse to keep going over there and buy flowers. This would be a cute fic! But WHAT IF we flip the script and INSTEAD: Kim runs the flower shop. It's a front for money laundering because people are often paying in cash and flowers wilt unpredictably, so it's easy to mismanage the books. It's also a front for Kim, family assassin, to import and process poisonous flowers for the family. Chay runs the tattoo parlor next door - he specializes in whimsical tattoos. Most of his designs are puns: bees on your knees, cartoons of potted plants saying "leaf me alone". The kinds of things your parents would miserably ask you why you would get it if it doesn't even have meaning. Kim has a tattoo of a vine he's been adding to since he was a teenager. It started at his ankle, and has been working its way up his leg, thigh, and back. Each time he kills someone he adds a flower onto the vine, either representing the poison he used to kill them or something in flower language about why they deserved to die. His normal artist moved, died or otherwise became unavailable, so he goes to Chay's place. At first he decides it's not the right place for him to get this super meaningful tattoo, but Chay's art is beautiful and he proves he can do serious material as well.

So he goes in regularly to get murder tattoo added to, and slowly over the course of their sessions Kim begins to relax and fall in love with the way Chay laughs. Kim opens up about how he wanted to do something other than his current career. He once wanted to spend his life adding beauty to the world. He stops making poisons, he stops working assassination jobs. He starts singing again as he makes the bouquets in his shop. He still goes to see Chay, but he doesn't add any flowers to his tattoo. Instead he lets Chay doodle whatever comes to mind. Kim gets a cat on his ankle and stars on his neck, and lots of other things that are meaningless and silly and dumb, but really they're beautiful and they make him smile, so they're the most meaningful.

(send me a trope, maybe one you hate, and I'll tell you how I'll kimchay it)

[abstractnaturaldisaster]

Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

I still cannot believe the reception this has got! This is only my second fan work ever and I am so excited y’all are interested! Thank you so much for all the comments, likes, and reblogs! Here’s the awaited bar scene (unfortunately not at Murray’s)!

Updates are going to get a little longer since the action is starting to pick up! c:

I Part One I Part Two I Part Three I Part Four I Also on AO3!

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“Earth to Munson!” Chrissy said as she snapped her fingers in front of Eddie’s face after he had basically collapsed on the floor of the shop.

“Please leave me alone. I’m trying to leave the material plane so I don’t have to make up an excuse as to why I can’t get drinks with Steve and Robin.”

“Nope. We’re going. Robin texted me about it already,” Chrissy replied.

“Since when do you have Robin’s number?” Eddie asked. Eddie had barely interacted with her since she mostly stayed on Steve’s side of the street. 

“Someone has to have sense when you and Steve are involved.”

“Chrissy I swear to god if you have ratted me out–” Eddie started.

“Chill. I haven’t said a word about your weird thing where you won’t ask out a guy who literally has a pride flag in his shop window because you’re worried he’s straight,” Chrissy said. This was a well worn argument between the two of them. Eddie wouldn’t admit to Chrissy that it was easier to put Steve in his straight + unattainable file than deal with the little floaty feeling he gets every time Harrington trots into the flower shop. “Also, just quick question, why did Steve leave with like way fancier flowers than he pays for?”

“You don’t know shit about flowers, Cunningham,” Eddie grumbled.

“I resent that. I have been studying,” Chrissy answered. “But you know what I do know about, Munson, our pricing model.”

“I will fire you”

“You wouldn’t know how.”

“Ugh. Fine. Why do we have to go hang out with the hipsters again?” Eddie asked.

“Because. You need more friends. It’ll be good for you. Think of it like a cultural exchange program,” Chrissy said as she finished organizing the work bench with tomorrow’s orders. “And I’m not letting you put us in the red because you can’t flirt with your words and give the pretty boy you like our expensive shit.”

Eddie would have liked to argue. He would have liked to push back and say “oh, no Chrissy, that’s not at all what happened” but that was basically exactly what happened. Of course Eddie had known that Steve’s shop had officially been open for a month. Eddie might not know how to fire nosy coworkers but he did know how long Harrington had been picking up orders. It had taken a while for the tattoo parlor to open up after Eddie first spied the pretentious couch. Eddie wasn’t sure why Steve had decided to open in January in the middle of the worst of Chicago’s winter but it seemed to be working for him.

“Alright, we are done for the day but we are taking you upstairs and finding you a better shirt first, kid,” Chrissy said as she pulled Eddie off the floor and dragged him up the stairs to his apartment.

“What’s wrong with this?” Eddie gestured to his worn in De Lucas’ shirt and his lined jean jacket.

“Just trust me on this,” Chrissy answered as she flung out a white undershirt and one of Eddie’s well loved flannels.

“We aren’t going anywhere fancy, I was just going to take them to the Hideout,” Eddie mumbled as he pulled on the offered clothing.

“Don’t want to take them to Murray’s after he totally clocked you for being lovestruck?” Chrissy asked.

“I thought we agreed we weren’t talking about that.”

“Your loss. Murray would probably get Steve to make a move.”

“At the expense of my sanity, Chrissy,” Eddie pointed out. “Let’s go get this over with then.” Eddie and Chrissy grabbed their winter coats and braved the Chicago winter.

They made it over to Steve’s shop and knocked on the door. Robin opened the door and Eddie stepped into the shop for the first time. Eddie didn’t know what he was expecting. The shop had plenty of windows and natural light but they were set above street level so Eddie hadn’t really seen any of the interior. It weirdly reminded him of how Mrs. De Lucas kept the apartment before they moved out of town. Eddie did scoff a bit at the ridiculous green velvet couch but it did look at home in the living room-esque waiting area. There were plants absolutely everywhere and Eddie noticed his flower arrangement sitting front and center at the reception desk. Eddie also saw that Steve had set out some of the De Lucas’ Flowers cards Chrissy had made up near the vase and was a little taken aback by the gesture.

“Hey guys! Steve’s wrapping up but we can hang out here until he’s done,” Robin said. “Do y’all want a water or something?”

“I’m okay,” Chrissy answered.

“Eddie?” Robin asked.

“Huh? Oh, no I’m fine, thanks,” Eddie was a little lost in thought looking through Steve’s space. He busied himself flipping through the records on the shelf. They were all super mellow, pretty much the polar opposite to what Eddie played at his shop. Eddie’s musings were interrupted by a firm hand on his shoulder.

“I dunno if you’ll find anything you like in there,” Steve laughed and Eddie was very startled at having Steve so close all of a sudden.

“You don’t know everything about me, Harrington,” Eddie answered.

“I dunno, I think he’s got you on that one,” Chrissy added from the couch where she and Robin are hunched over Robin’s phone.

“Helpful, Chris,” Eddie glared back.

“Ready to blow this popsicle stand,” Steve asked. “Lead the way, Munson.”

The Hideout was a couple blocks from their shops. It was a bar Eddie and the band had played at a few times. It was mostly just a dive bar with a couple of dart boards but the drinks were cheap and that was all that really mattered. The group was thankful for the blast of hot air after the chilly walk and piled into a booth towards the back of the bar. Robin and Chrissy went to grab the first round leaving behind Steve and Eddie and a mountain of winter gear. After several long moments of Eddie trying to look anywhere but Steve’s general vicinity, Steve piped up.

“Do you and Chrissy have plans for Valentine’s Day?” 

Eddie must have looked at Steve like he was speaking a foreign language because Steve quickly added, “I mean, like at the shop, you know, flowers, Valentine’s Day, cupid, please stop me if any of this is sounding familiar.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I mean, it’s definitely busy but usually it’s worth it. People tend to buy nicer flowers this time of year,” Eddie answered as Robin and Chrissy thankfully returned.

“A toast!” Robin exclaimed. “To Steve!”

“Steve!” Chrissy answered and raised her glass.

“Congrats, big boy,” Eddie looked across at Steve a little longer than strictly necessary to cheers, but he selfishly liked seeing Steve’s cheeks pink slightly when Eddie used that particular endearment.

“Speech!” Robin called.

“Robs, you said you wouldn’t be a dick.”

“Steven. I said I wouldn’t be a dick about a very specific thing. Not that I wouldn’t celebrate your shop.” Robin answered.

Eddie gave Chrissy a look that he hoped conveyed how very strange he found this interaction. She kicked his shin.

“Fine, no speech. Maybe at our next month’s celebration,” Robin joked.

“This is becoming a regular thing?” Eddie said. Steve looked a little strange at that but maybe that was because of whatever weird thing was going on between him and Robin.

“I mean, Chrissy and I can hang out on our own but we’ll probably end up just talking about you two,” Robin said while giving Steve a pretty intense side eye.

“Nope, not happening” Steve said as Eddie let out an equally exasperated “Chris, you better not.” Eddie took a long drink of his whiskey and avoided looking across the table.

“Then I guess this is becoming a regular thing, kids,” Robin said.

“Cheers to that,” Chrissy responded. 

Eddie was very concerned how close these two had apparently gotten. He was fairly comfortable that Chrissy wouldn’t betray his trust but she was also quite the schemer. The rest of the (apparently now monthly) happy hour passed without incident. Robin and Chrissy carried most of the conversation with Eddie and Steve chiming in every once in a while but they both let the girls lead the rest of the evening. It was companionable and Eddie found by the end of the night he wasn’t particularly upset about agreeing to a monthly hang. The duos parted ways back at their respective shops and Eddie felt warm in a way he was going to attribute to alcohol and not the fond way Steve waved goodbye.

***

Again, y’all have been unreal. Please keep telling me what y’all are most excited to see! I’m trying to post in real time now that things are getting close to Valentine’s Day in both my worlds (lol). That being said I think once I get the main story finished I’ll do some shorter “extras” if people are interested! Let me know if you want to be removed or added from the taglist! (and please let me know if i missed someone! It wasn’t intentional at all and I am very new to all of this!)

Part 6 now available here! 

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[spaltedrat]

vw flowershopxtattooshop au sketch from a twt request ^-^

[we-are-inevitable]

hollywood au + flowershop/tattoo artist au ? - asper

oh my fuck. oh my fuck

ty for the ask!! @loving-jack-kelly

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“Charlie!”

A distant thud, and then: “What the fuck are you yelling for? It’s eight in the morning, oh my God.”

Jack only feels a little bit sorry for him. He should probably feel worse; today is Charlie’s only day off this week, having picked up an extra day at the floral shop he works at, but this— it’s important, truly. “Just— Just hurry up and get in here, man, this is— I— Holy fuck.”

“Oh, yeah, of course, make the disabled guy walk to you instead of come to him. Perfect logic there,” Charlie calls out, his voice getting closer and closer with each word, soon emerging from the small hallway in their shared apartment. “What are you freakin’ out over this time?” He says as he rests his cane against the arm of the couch, plopping down and swinging his bad leg across Jack’s lap.

Instead of replying, Jack just keeps staring down at his phone. Staring at the new notifications. Staring at something that has to be a dream. Right? Because, if this is real— if these notifications are actually there, if Charlie sees them too— then this is going to be fucking insane. This is going to completely change his career.

His hands shake, just barely, as he passes Charlie the phone. “Look. Those— Those ain’t fake. Right? Is that a- a parody account or somethin’?”

Charlie stares at the screen for a few moments, takes it in, and says: “Holy… fuck.”

Instagram: davidjacobs started following you.

You have one unread message from davidjacobs.

“I haven’t even looked at the message yet,” Jack says after a moment, eyes wide. “He, like— that’s him? Like, actually—?”

“His account has the blue check mark and everything,” Charlie says in a rushed voice, and Jack watches him scroll through the Instagram feed after clicking on the account. “This— Look, he just posted photos yesterday from a shoot with Prada. Fucking Prada, Jack, that’s— that’s huge! And this one, he’s on Vanity Fair, and—“

“Give me that,” Jack says, reaching over and ripping his phone out of Charlie’s hands. “Did you look at the—?”

“No, no, I didn’t,” Charlie cuts in, leaning closer to look over Jack’s shoulder. “Open it! Come on, don’t be chicken shit.”

“Will you shut the fuck up and let me think?”

“Will you shut the fuck up and let me see the DM?”

Jack groans, then clicks on the messages tab. There it is, right there: David Jacobs, requesting to DM him. Jack can’t exactly believe it. David Jacobs, the man who won an Oscar just over a week ago, has messaged him. David Jacobs, the hottest man alive, pop culture’s current golden boy, Jack’s biggest celebrity crush, has messaged him.

He takes a deep breath and opens the DM.

davidjacobs: Hi, Jack! I’m looking to get a tattoo soon, and a buddy of mine sent me your page. Your work is incredible, and your style is exactly what I am looking for. I’d love to book you for a session if you have anything available. I’ll be in Manhattan for a week starting on the 27th before heading back to LA; do you have any availability? If not, I’d love for you to shoot me a message when your bookings open up. Thanks. DJ xx

“Oh my God,” Charlie blurts out, putting a hand on Jac’s shoulder. “Oh my fucking God, David Jacobs wants you to tattoo him! Holy— Do you know what this means?!”

“I— I have to open shop on a Tuesday,” Jack says, almost in a dreamlike state. “I’m fully booked for the next, like, month, but I— I can open shop on a Tuesday, and have him come in, and we can- I don’t know, it would be worth it? He’d tip really fuckin’ well, and—“

“He’s willing to wait for you,” Charlie interrupts. “Holy shit. You’re tattooing an Oscar winner.”

“I’m tattooing an Oscar winner,” Jack repeats, nodding his head.

It slowly starts to sink in. David Jacobs, an Oscar winner, a twenty-three year old with 58.9 million Instagram followers, who’s face is on every ad in the country, Hollywood’s newest heartthrob, wants a tattoo from Jack Kelly. Jack Kelly, whose shop isn’t even that well known. He has about five thousand followers on his personal page, and even less on his shop’s page. He only employs two other artists- a guy named Finch and another named Spot- because he can’t afford a larger space for the shop, and he’s been trying so hard to grow their followings and promote his art, his dream, and now…

Jack takes one look at Charlie, and says, “I think I’m going to throw up.”

And an hour later, David Jacobs’ name is on his books.

[inkyvendingmachine]

Something Old, Something New; Page 5

Flowershop AU collab comic with @inkdemonapologist

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[jackienova]

aster / ˈæs tər /

The aster flower has a wide range of symbolic meanings, including patience, faith, love, valour, and wisdom.

[paus-corner]

—Day 6: florist x tattoo artist, ink, flowers

Tattoo artist frequents the local flower shop to sketch (not to try to meet the cute florist)

[naminethewriter]

Birthday Roses

@loceitweek is back and so am I! This first one is a bit rushed since I was busy this week and was too exhausted to work on this earlier but it still turned out pretty cute I think 🤭 Starting this off with Intruloceit because of Remus' birthday, though it is focused on Loceit, don't worry 💛💙

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2023 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Janus goes to Logan's shop to pick him up for their dinner for their husband's birthday.

No content warnings

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“I apologize but we are closed for the day,” Logan called as the bell attached to the shop entrance door rang.

“Punctual as always, dear,” a smooth voice responded and Logan rounded the corner to find one of his husbands standing there, smiling.

“Ah, Janus. Have you finished for the day as well then?”

“Indeed. But Remus is still finishing up his last customer.”

“I see. If you would flip the sign on the door for me, I can finish up his bouquet and we can pick him up together.” Without waiting for an answer, Logan disappeared back into the back of his shop. Janus huffed but followed his husband’s instructions before going towards the back himself. Finding Logan in the process of pushing some sticks between a bunch of roses was not what he expected, especially the color of the flowers.

“Did you dye those roses using ink?” he chuckled. Logan, who apparently hadn’t heard him enter, quickly turned around, his cheeks tinted red.

“Well… Yes. Yellow roses I had already and while blue roses do exist, they are genetically modified and not easy to acquire and there are no green ones, but Remus expressed that he liked our colors together and he expressed interest in receiving a bunch of roses after we watched those romantic comedies together and I figured he would like the science behind it, so…” Janus stopped Logan’s embarrassed rambling by putting a finger to his lips.

“Darling, I wasn’t making fun of you. I think it’s a very sweet idea and Remus will appreciate them. Especially if you left the thorns.”

“I did. He told me before that he thinks it’s a waste to cut them off,” Logan mumbled, face turned away from his husband to hide his blush. This side of Logan was one Janus rarely got to see, flustered and shy. He enjoyed the sight immensely, but they should get back to Remus’ store next door before he finished the last tattoo of the day.

“If you are done arranging them, we should leave before Remus goes home without us.” Logan snorted, shaking his head.

“You know as well as I do that he would never. He would sooner break in here to find us than go home alone.”

“I do not know what you are talking about, he would use the first opportunity he got to get away from us,” Janus smirked. Logan rolled his eyes fondly and got back to putting the last touches on his arrangement. Janus kissed his head before moving to start cleaning up the place a bit so they could leave sooner. He helped out with both of his husbands’ stores regularly, while also taking art commissions for his own income, so he knew his way around.

Two minutes later, all tools were in their places, the plants who needed it were watered and the bouquet was finished, which meant that Logan could lock up in peace and they could go to collect their other husband for his birthday dinner.

“Thank you for helping, Janus. I would have run much later on my own,” Logan commented while locking the last door.

“I would have never anticipated that exact scenario and planned accordingly,” Janus quipped, earning a huff from Logan.

“You can be insufferable.”

“Oh, I am aware.”

Laughing, they went to pick up Remus, who loved the flowers so much he wouldn’t stop hugging them until they were almost late for their reservation. A successful birthday celebration indeed.

[dwritesit]

Orchids and Seashells updated!

Chapter two: Daisies

Summary: Dewdrop makes a bouquet, and an impulsive decision because he's stupid and he's gay. Rain tattoos his new favorite client and finally gets to know him better - as a friend, of course.

Read the newest chapter Here!

Read the first chapter Here!

Preview:

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“What is that?”

A pause.

And then, “A bouquet.”

“I can see that, but why does it look like that?” Mountain peered over Dewdrop’s shoulder. He really was like a mountain this way, completely shadowing over the others’ body. Once upon a time it would have sent a chill down Dewdrop’s spine, but the gentle giant posed a threat no longer.

Dewdrop did not turn to look at him, just continued, albeit more stiffly, picking flowers from various bins and buckets to add to the arrangement he had in his other hand, “It’s for SaleDay.”

“It doesn't look like any of the others we had planned.”

“I'm getting creative.”

“Dew.”

Dewdrop sighed and finally turned to his business partner (and best friend), “Fine. You caught me. I'm making an arrangement for the neighbors because I'm stupid and I'm gay. Happy?”

Mountain laughed, his amused laugh that was more of a large exhale out of his nose, and sat down on the bucket next to Dewdrop, beginning to set up another bouquet - one actually matching the spring design they had decided on weeks ago.

“By neighbors, I don't think you mean Mr. Peters next door?” He asked, playfully nudging Dewdrop in the side as he worked.

Dewdrop couldn’t help but smile, “It’s the stupid guy from the stupid tattoo parlor.”

...

[krillissue]

hey do you guys remember i used to write fan fiction? well i finally finished the last chapter of ink and roses !! go read it now

[xxswagcorexx]

there are so many fics in my files and yet i struggle to do any of them ever </3

[innytoes]

Rulie, Flower/Tattoo Shop AU

The first thing Reggie noticed about the woman who ran the new tattoo shop next to his flower shop was that she was beautiful. The second thing he noticed was the beautiful dahlia tattoo that covered most of her forearm.

So of course, when the shop was celebrating its grand opening, he went to congratulate her with a big bouquet of dahlias. In a vase, of course. He didn't think a newly opened tattoo shop would have vases. The way the tattoo artist - Julie, she introduced herself - smiled at him made his heart flutter.

She carefully placed the vase on the counter, and introduced him to some of her friends and family. The DJ turned out to also be their piercer, and the guy with the big camera taking pictures of everything was her dad.

In turn, Reggie stuck around and introduced the other people who had shops on the street, who came by after their own closing to say hi. Luke from the music shop. Alex and Willie from the queer bookshop slash cafe. Nick from the pet store.

Every other week or so, Julie would come into his shop to get new flowers for her store. "After all, I have the vase now," she joked. When the dahlias weren't in season anymore, she asked for his suggestion. He made her a beautiful bouquet, severely undercharged her, and winked as he said it was the Beautiful Lady discount.

"But it's not like I can return the favour!" he complained, flopped dramatically sideways on the cozy patched up couch in Alex and Willie's bookstore. His shop was closed for lunch, and he'd gone over to get himself a muffin and complain. "It'd be weird to go and get a tattoo like, every month."

"Why not?" Willie asked, from where he was shelving books. "You'd look hot all tatted up. And Julie does great botanical tattoos, I've seen her work."

"I would look hot all tatted up," Reggie pouted. From behind the counter, Alex snorted. "Except I'm afraid of needles. The last time I had to get vaccinated I fainted in the chair."

He looked up at Willie from where he was sprawled on the couch, no doubt looking incredibly pathetic. "But she's so pretty. I just want to spend more time with her. I keep making her fancier, more difficult bouquets just so I can get to talk to her longer."

"You're such a dweeb," Alex sighed. "Just ask her out."

"No!" Reggie said. "What if she says no? I don't want to make things weird. Do you think I could get lost in her eyes so much that I don't feel her stabbing me with tiny needles over and over and over?"

Willie looked down at him with some mixture of sympathy and mirth.

"Why don't you ask her?" he grinned, and Reggie shot up. On the other side of the couch, Julie stood, her hand over her mouth to hold back her giggles.

"Julie!" He flailed. "Um... hi."

"You don't have to get a tattoo just to spend time with me," she said, smiling. "We can try coffee first. Though if you do want a tattoo, I'd be happy to help you out."

For their first anniversary, he did finally get that tattoo. And every time he got woozy, Julie would stop and give him kisses until he felt better.

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

Insane to me that we now have like an official AU for a book series that started out as an AU for a book series that doesn't exist