Pairing: Florist!Steve x Reader x Biker!Bucky
Summary: The morning was looking to be a seemingly normal one at Brooklyn Blooms but a change in delivery makes for an interesting Friday.
A/N: Okay so this is based off an ask here. This is written in collaboration with @writemarvelousthings, it may be posted on my page but it is just as much her fic as it is mine. I’m so so excited for this series. Please come let us know what you think, we’d love to hear from you.
Word count : 1,158
The purple door of Brooklyn Blooms stood out amongst the brownstones, like a colourful shell lying on the dull sands of a beach. It had been Steve’s idea to paint it, no longer wanting the flaking grey paint to reflect the sombre mood of the florist and with that first stroke of purple paint you saw Steve’s smile return.You had met Steve as a young apprentice fresh out of floristry school, his mother taking you under her wing in her cosy Brooklyn shop.
You remember first walking into the shop. Every nook and cranny was covered in plants and flowers of all kinds, the air light with mingling scents. Mostly, you remembered the sheer joy that surrounded the florist, people milling about buying little bouquets of happiness for others and once you had met Sarah and her son Steve the atmosphere made even more sense. Steve and you quickly bonded, becoming friends soon after. So, when his mother got sick Steve didn’t hesitate to ask you to move in with them into the apartment above the shop.