“Why do you think Seto Kaiba is gay?” *writes long insightful essay about cinematography, queer subtext, subversion of narrative, character arc, and the plot’s rejection of compulsory heterosexuality.*
fluffy stephew au where one of them works at a flower shop, please?
Matt thought the new tattoo parlour across the street was… odd at best and completely incompatible at the least. The neighbourhood was about as edgy as one expected a place that boasted a cafe, bookstore, and Matthew’s flower shop to be. All in all, it lacked the kind of mood he’d associate with a tattoo parlour. But ever since the place opened last week, he’d seen countless people walking in and out of the building as he set about arranging bouquets and, well, spying on his new neighbour. Sue him, it was the closest Matthew had ever been to anything that didn’t directly relate to pastel flowers and satin ribbons. So clearly it had to be doing well?
An explanation for the success came in the form of a customer. A man had come in two days ago to get some flowers (soft blue daisies with baby’s breath, a nice choice in Matt’s opinion) and had shown him the tattoo he’d gotten at the parlour a few days earlier. Even with his limited experience, Matthew could tell it was beautifully done. The sketchy outlines of the crows seemed to flap off the man’s skin, their eyes were dark and full of intelligence and he half expected the feathers to rustle as he leaned in to take a closer look. ‘Maybe I should get a tattoo.’ He’d quietly mused after the man left, only for a ringing phone calling for a birthday arrangement to steal his attention away from the mysterious tattoo parlour.
Speaking of, Matt found his scattered midday thoughts whisked away as his front door opened and the cheery alert bell went off. “Welcome to The Garden, how may I-?” His usual mindless greeting was cut short as he saw who had walked in; she was about his age, dressed in paint splattered jeans, a black tank top, and leather boots. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun and studded with pencils. Almost immediately, Matthew was captivated by the vibrant tattoos that covered her arms and arched across her shoulders. Carefully coloured drawings of Zelda characters and beautiful swatches of backgrounds he recognized from the franchise decorated her skin and drew his eye to the triforce emblazoned on her collarbone that was so detailed, it almost looked as if she has somehow inked herself with actual gold.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The gentle tease made Matt tear his eyes away and he felt the floor under his feet shift as he saw dark red lips quirked in a smile, a nose wrinkled slightly from the strong scent of pollen and soil that he barely noticed anymore, and two brown eyes outlined in thick, smudged eyeliner that were brimming with laughter. ‘Oh.’ Matthew thought, his heart beating a little harder and his palms sweating.
“Sorry! I don’t mean to stare I just… I like your tattoos.” He managed to stammer out, his heart rate skyrocketing as she approached his counter and seemed to lazily sprawl her upper body across it. “Zelda fan?” The woman asked, raising an eyebrow and resting her chin on the palms of her hands. It was all Matthew could do to nod mutely as she nodded in approval. “Cool. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Stephanie Cordato, I run the new parlour across the street and I wanted to come grab some flowers to spruce the place up.” Stephanie held out a hand and Matt took a moment to admire her red nail polish and multitude of rings and bracelets before he shook it, praying she could feel how sweaty it was. “Matthew Patrick. Nice to meet you.” He said, his mouth going dry as she smiled wider. “I think I have some cool coloured roses you might be interested in.”