GIRL ME TOO!!!!!!!!!!! ugh im so sad everyday that my writing motivation just dried up one day in august i really really had the best time writing pitt fics and stuff and sharing them with u all <3 <3 <3
i will be back one day trust and so will robby + florist reader because oh my do i have plans for them...
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Warning: Brief mention of injuries and gang fights.
It doesn't cost to feel like you've blown it all away
And you'll get lost to feelin' like you've found the way
To feel like you want it (everyday)
Like you've got it (it's not gonna stay)
Life you always wanna feel this way
Takashi finds himself admiring a certain florist named Y/N from a distance while running errands for his mother, which he has been doing for the past couple of months.
They are often seen wearing a facemask while they're working, which has him getting all curious about what's underneath it and what kind of face they have.
Little did he know that he was being admired from afar by the florist. They have taken notice of Takashi ever since they started working full-time at a flower shop in the city center because they find him attractive despite having seen him with injuries due to fights and wearing the gang uniform.
You make my sun shine
You make my watch tick slowly
You make my sunshine
You make me tan in the rain
On one fateful rainy evening, as Y/N is on their way home from work, they bump into Takashi, who is injured with his face and knuckles, bleeding and bruising, and is limping and on the verge of collapse.
In a panic, they picked up Takashi and dragged him back into their apartment because they feared him getting ill from the rain and his wounds getting infected.
Once they are at the apartment, the soaked and injured Takashi is placed onto the sofa to lie down while Y/N retrieves their first aid kit and towels to treat him as he falls unconscious from the wounds.
Loosen your mind when you talk
Tighten your eyes with your thoughts
Call it whatever you like
My words don't seem to mind
A bit of time later, Takashi wakes up to see that he's bandaged up and dry at an unfamiliar place.
He's pleasantly surprised to see the person he's been admiring is here in front of him without their face mask, and their face is softly beautiful and kind looking.
Y/N explains to him that he's at their home after finding him injured outside and had treated his injuries as a result.
He thanked them profusely for their help and wanted to repay them by asking for their contact details and if they could hang out sometime, to which they said yes.
To feel like you want it (everyday)
Like you've got it (it's not gonna stay)
Life you always wanna feel this way
Eventually, they started hanging out together with each other and having play dates with his younger sisters, Mana and Luna, by teaching them how to make flower crowns and bouquets, etc.
Takashi and Y/N have grown closer over time and one day, he ends up asking them out on a date, which they have accepted.
For their first date, they went to an arcade and a diner before going to watch a film at the cinema where they had a good time together and enjoyed each other's company. Takashi wished that the date would last longer because he would miss them until the next time they see each other.
You make my sun shine
You make my watch tick slowly
You make my sunshine
You make me tan in the rain
Their second date is spent at the Mitsuya home where they babysat Mana and Luna while Mrs. Mitsuya is out for the day. They enjoy themselves by cooking meals together, watching TV and playing with their toys, etc.
Takashi is contemplating how he should do his love confession by turning to his closest friends for their advice. They give him good advice on how he should approach it towards Y/N on their next hangout, which is happening pretty soon.
I feel like I want it (everyday)
Like I got it (it's not gonna stay)
Life I always wanna feel this way
When the fated day arrives, Takashi and Y/N decide to go to the local aquarium together and just spend quality time admiring the animals in display.
During this time, he stares at them, observing the animals and commenting on their movements and appearance like an excited kid during a school field trip.
If it makes you feel better
That the time moves slowly
If it makes you feel better
That the time moves slowlyyyyy
Long story short, Takashi and Y/N became a happy couple and are now enjoying a happy and loving relationship as a couple by going on weekend dates, hang outs at the florist, study dates at each other's houses and hanging out with their friends.
Already drenched, you hastened towards Wangshu Inn. Your companion seemed to linger for a moment, as if momentarily oblivious to (or perhaps intrigued by) the sudden change in weather. Despite looking more like the friendly otters you often encountered when looking for fresh Pluie Lotuses, the Iudex frowned and was about protest when you were presented with a single key for a room, rather than two.
You took the key from the receptionist and thanked her. In passing, you said, "We're adults, Neuvillette. It's just for one night."
One long, torturous night, if the flush on his face when you emerged from the washroom to hang your wet clothes in front of the radiator was anything to go by. You tried to at least position the most delicate garments off to the side without compromising their drying time.
His high spats and jacket were nearby, also drying; he was spared your same fate and his pants and shirt were almost bone dry. The same could not be said for his hair, which hung in loose, white tendrils as he examined the room.
"I wonder what they say about such downpours here," you said, peeking through the shutters that sections off the balcony. "If the Dragon of Geo is also sad."
"Liyue's history is...vastly different. The land has seen much strife over the centuries. More likely, it is the adepti who miss their lord. The Geo Archon was an adepti, the Prime among them; his loss must still be quite apparent."
He spoke as if he knew and understood the land as if he lived here. You didn't miss the heavy air that lingered on his last words.
"We're not strangers to rain, at least," you replied, turning back to him. "Although the sunny skies in Fontaine have been quite pleasant recently. It's nice to know the Hydro Dragon appears to be doing well."
"So it would seem. Perhaps he has found that there is more to be happy and thankful for in the fog of his grief."
His gaze lingered on you, locked on your eyes as if he might combust if he looked anywhere else. It wasn't your fault the room still held a chill. There was a familiar gentleness on his features, gone before you could properly see it. For the briefest of seconds, it was not the Chief Justice across the room, but another, and your heart gave a dull ache.
One more thing you had in common with your own homeland, as most in Fontaine did. What was happiness without pain? Beauty without sorrow?
“I hope so. He deserves to know more than the pain of his burdens."
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OK SO...I WANTED TO DO THIS WITH MY OC AND IS THE READER AND I WANTED YOUR OPINION ON IT. starshine is an florist were eclipse is the mafia boss and comes in to talk to her, while she doesn't know eclipse is the mafia boss bc she is new in the city so she send flowers to mafia boss eclipse and becomes his secret admirer then detective sun and moon tell starshine that her friend is the mafia boss thats when things go a bit down hill
It's certainly a cool idea for a plot! I love a good ol' Mafia! Eclipse and Detective! Sun and Moon <3 The idea of Starshine sending the flowers as a secret admirer is super cute, too! Makes me wonder how someone as big and bad as a mafia boss might respond :0
I'd be interested to see what you do with this idea. It seems like a lot of fun!
Summary: Sequel to Someone Buy Me Roses (x). Request fic for @thedarkarrow. “I saw your post about desolation row!gerard making puns and can you actually write that I would be so happy”.
Gerard had promised you he would buy all your roses. But, you were still surprised when, two days later, he showed up in front of the shop in a fast-looking black car.
“I wanted to ride my motorcycle, but I needed the trunk space to fit all these damn flowers,” the punk shrugged in greeting.
“You have a motorcycle?” you asked, still in disbelief that he’d actually kept his word. He was a riot-starting bad boy with a warrant. To be honest, you’d half expected to never see him again.
“Yeah, I’d love to take you for a ride sometime,” Gerard grinned, taking a drag on his cigarette as he hoisted the last flower arrangement into the back of the vehicle.
“Any other flowers you’d like to take off my hands?” you asked, happy to be seeing the last of your rose bouquets. They’d been on the shelf so long that they were starting to wilt.
“Well,” Gerard smirked, exhaling a cloud of smoke, “I would like to de-flower you.”
You blushed and looked away, asking yourself if he had seriously just said that.
“Sorry,” Gerard shrugged. “What can I say? I like to plant some seed now and then, too.”
“Um…..” You had no idea how to respond to Gerard’s brazen double entendres. You were half sure he made them just to watch your face go redder than your roses.
“Anyway, here’s your money for these,” Gerard said, handing you a stack of bills. You felt relieved as you counted the dollars in your palm. Now you could make rent on time for sure, even if you didn’t sell another arrangement for the rest of the month.
“Thank you,” you said sincerely.
“Don’t thank me,” Gerard grinned. “Just hold up on your end of the bargain – I still want that date.”
“N-now?” you stammered uncertainly.
“Hell yeah, now,” Gerard nodded. “Get in the car, Y/N.”
With some trepidation, you climbed into the passenger’s seat. Gerard got in beside you, turned the ignition, and began to drive. Black Flag’s Slip It In blared from his car stereo.
“Where are we going?” you asked nervously.
“It’s a surprise,” Gerard winked. “But, I promise you’ll like it, sugar.”
You heart pounded, but you found it was with more excitement than anxiety. Truthfully, despite your shyness, you’d been looking forward to the date Gerard had promised you.
“So, do you grow all these flowers yourself?” Gerard asked conversationally as he floored the gas pedal. He seemed to get his kicks by driving recklessly fast.
“Yeah, I do, in my garden at home,” you nodded. “You could plant one with me sometime, if you want.”
“Oh, I’d like to plant one…..on you,” Gerard purred, and grabbed you by the back of the neck, pulling you in for a hot, unexpected kiss.
Your mouth instinctually opened when you gaped in shock, and Gerard opportunistically took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You didn’t fight it. When you overcame your surprise, you found yourself growing warm with lust, and returned his kiss eagerly.
“Keep kissing me like that,” Gerard said, pulling away, panting, “and I won’t be able to keep my eyes on the road.”
“S-sorry,” you squeaked. Had you really just done that?!
“Don’t be,” Gerard licked his lips. “That was good.”
You turned away and looked out the window, ashamed by your own forwardness. Normally, you were too nervous to ever make a move like that. But, Gerard seemed to bring a certain ferocity out in you. Perhaps it wouldn’t kill you to be a little braver.
“So….how’s business going?” Gerard asked, after a long moment of awkward silence.
“Not great,” you confessed. “I mean, people do come into the shop, but I’m too awkward to really upsell my flowers to them the way I should, so, then they kind of just….leave.”
“Fuckers,” Gerard frowned with a sympathetic look.
“I try to make the arrangements look really nice on the shelf, so people will want to buy them, even if I’m quiet,” you explained. “But, sometimes it’s hard to make the stems stand up properly.”
“You always make my stem stand up just fine,” Gerard winked.
Your face reddened again. Gerard was shameless!
“We’re here,” he chuckled, seemingly amused by your embarrassment. You opened your car door and stepped into the parking lot of a dirty-looking dive bar.
“This is the place?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s cooler on the inside than you’d think,” Gerard said, taking you by the hand. “C’mon.”
“Gee!” the heavily tattooed bartender greeted as you entered the room. “Where you been? We ain’t seen you round here in a while!”
“Hiding from the fuzz, mostly,” Gerard admitted. “Listen, can you get my girl here a rose martini?”
“Comin’ up,” the bartender nodded.
“It’s like a regular martini,” Gerard explained. “But, they put a little bit of rosewater and crème de cacao in it. Figured it would suit a flower girl like you.”
“Are we just here to drink?” you wondered, frowning.
“Hell no,” Gerard shook his head. “There’s this kickass punk band playing here tonight that I really wanted to show you.”
“Oh, cool,” you said, interested. You still remembered the look on Gerard’s face when he’d discovered a Misfits album in the backroom of your flower shop. He hadn’t expected to share this hobby with you.
“Yeah, the band’s really talented,” Gerard continued, handing you your drink. “I hear the singer’s got a nice ass.”
“Wait, what?” you blinked. The bartender tapped you on the shoulder to ask you if you’d like a napkin, and when you turned around, Gerard was gone.
Where did he go? you wondered. Did he have to use the bathroom, or something?
Suddenly, your attention was drawn to the stage at the back of the bar. The owner of the dive stood at the mic, tapping it as he prepared to make an announcement.
“Our first band of the night is about to start their set!” he announced. “Let’s give it up for My Chemical Romance!”
The curtain went up, and there was Gerard, a microphone cord wrapped around his wrist. Four men in leather jackets stood all around him, and began to shred out punk riffs that had you on your feet in an instant.
“This little number goes out to Y/N!” Gerard shouted at the crowd. “Hopefully this impresses her enough that she’ll leave her petals on my bedroom floor tonight.”
You blushed at the suggestive shout-out, but still found yourself listening intently as Gerard began to sing:
They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row
You had to admit, Gerard’s singing voice was amazing. And your jaw dropped what you noticed what he wore on his head as he sang his heart out. It was the flower crown you’d made for him the night you met, the one with the carnations and the zinnias.
He actually wore it, you thought, touched.
“If you like my new headgear,” Gerard called out to the bar patrons, “Y/N over here’ll make one for you. Hit her up after the show!”
He tossed a handful of your business cards into the air, raining them down on the dancing punks in the audience. Half the kids at the show tonight just seemed confused by this.
But, maybe at least one of them will get curious enough to come by the shop, you thought hopefully. It was really sweet of Gerard to go out of his way to promote you like that. Despite the lascivious way he spoke, you were starting to think his crush on you was serious.
You swayed happily where you stood as you listened to Gerard finish his song:
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning,
"You belong to Me I Believe."
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend