#its not summer without you

[tenndderr]

flower shop ⋆ C.F

part one - peonies

word count: 1.2k

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It was an unbearable weight; one that sinks its teeth into your skin and refuses to let go. The kind of ache that makes a home in the deepest parts of you and leaves no sign of ever going away. But grief seemed to be predictable in that way. In how unpredictable it really was. It just wants to remind you that no matter what, it will always be there.

It was only two years ago when you had met Susannah for the first time. Not much of the summer crowd had arrived to Cousins yet, but you could feel it. There was a gentle breeze in the air that made the harsh sun feel more bearable and the sweet smell of ice cream, so sweet you could almost taste it when you spoke. You had been tucked away in the far corner of the flower shop when you heard a cheerful voice. Your attention shifted away from the bundle of Peonies in your arms and towards the front door you had left open, waiting for someone to curiously step inside. 

“Sorry if i scared you,” The blonde woman smiled brightly, “It’s just that.. I have been in Cousins for so many years and yet I have never been here before.” When she looked at you, you couldn’t help but smile right back. The crinkles by her eyes and soft freckles became more visible as you moved closer to her, making sure to not drop any flowers along the way. “It’s my grandmother's shop. She usually keeps it closed during the summer but I volunteered to work this year.”

It wasn’t entirely true. Yes, your grandmother had been running the shop all by herself for as long as you can remember but you hadn’t exactly ‘volunteered’. But in this context, it was nicer than saying ‘my family knew I would spend my entire summer watching movies or reading books and feared I would forget that the rest of the world was waiting for me to go explore it. So, now I have been tasked to take care of plants I have never heard of until just a few days ago.’ 

“I’m Susannah by the way. I think we should get to know each other, considering I will be here everyday.” Susannah laughed at her own exaggerated comment. She began walking along the walls of the store, her fingertips brushing along the rows of leaves that sprouted proudly towards her. “I’m Y/N.”

That summer, you had learned about every flower that bloomed on the east coast. Susannah would often come in and stay for hours. Helping water and pot the plants as you tried to organize and clean up the store. Often she would even leave empty handed; you both enjoyed each other's company and learned more about one another in the process. 

Now, the shop was quiet and dull. Even the whitest of daisies didn’t seem to lighten up the aisles of flowers left on the shelves. Rain was softly starting to splatter on the ground. You didn’t think it ever rained here, but there was no better suitable moment for it. Your arms were tired from lifting and loading dozens of bouquets into your car. But you didn’t show it as you wordlessly closed the glass door behind you and locked it.

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Your day had been crowded with unfamiliar faces. Your head had started to ache from trying to remember everything Susannah had been teaching you the last month. But luckily, people didn’t seem to notice when you would stumble on the names of plants or the few times you pricked your finger on thorns. 

The sun was close to setting and all you wanted was a scoop of mango sorbet. The sticky hands and faces of families walking by the window of the shop had been teasing you all day and you knew the bike ride home would feel far easier with something cold in your system. You didn’t take your time to close the door of the shop and twist the lock before quick footsteps moved towards you. “Shit.” Your eyes peeked over your shoulder. It was a boy and he was looking right at you. 

“Can I help you?” You were nervous. Even more nervous than when you failed to pronounce Coreopsis just hours before. 

“Sorry, I was just hoping to get here before you closed.” His voice was gentle. Almost like he wasn’t expecting you to unlock the door for him. Not because he assumed you weren’t kind enough to do it, but because he was too kind to ask. “Um,” You glanced at the store beside you, the taste of sorbet almost begging you to be selfish, “I am in no rush if you want to come inside.” You unlocked the door before he could even respond. His shoulders immediately relaxed and he took a deep breath. 

“Thank you, seriously. Thank you so much.” You wondered why a boy your age would want a plant so urgently. Flipping the light switch on, you watch as he takes slow strides towards the flowers. You internally begged him not to ask you what any of them were called. “Is there anything you’re looking for?”

“I think some Peonies or Hydrangeas. I um,” He paused to glance back at you, “I haven’t been the best this summer. And I think the only way to get in my mom’s good graces would be a bunch of flowers.” You smiled to yourself as you watched him. He was cute, now that you could really see him. 

“It’s only June. How bad can you be?” You teased him. He was surprised but smiled at the remark.

 “That’s exactly why flowers are needed. The situation is dire.” 

You laughed as you grabbed a few small bundles, along with some greenery. Wordlessly, you began making a small bouquet of flowers for him. “It’s Y/N right?” Your eyebrows pinch together as you look up at him. 

“How do-”

“My mom hasn’t stopped talking about this place the last few weeks. I’m Conrad, Susannah’s son.” You swallowed. Your Susannah had a son. And he was cute. And you were helping him pick flowers for her. “It’s nice to meet you Conrad.” You smile at him just as you finish up tying the stems of the flowers together with a brown rubber band. His name felt natural to say, like you have been saying it your whole life.

“Don’t worry about the costs.” You say once you notice him reaching for his back pocket. “Susannah has helped me so much, and honestly I have been trying to give her free flowers for a month and she refuses to take them so you’d be helping me.” You notice him hesitate, wanting to argue with you but he also knows his mother well enough to agree with you. So, he doesn’t. 

“Thank you.” He seems nervous all of the sudden. The shop suddenly became the quietest it had been all day. “There is a party this friday, you should come. I can pick you up after work.” Conrad was usually confident and sure of himself, but his thumb began fidgeting with the plants in his hands when you took a moment to respond. “Are you sure a party will help you stay in your mom’s ‘good graces’?”

“Well I guess it gives me more excuses to keep coming here and buying more flowers.”

[anything-iwant]

The Summer I Turned Pretty

Favourite character? conrad

Least favorite? jeremiah

Who do you relate to the most? belly

Ships you think will be endgame? bonrad, staylor, and laurelcleveland

Your otp? bonrad

Character I find most attractive: conrad

Character I would marry: conrad

Character I would be best friends with: conrad, belly, steven, cam, laurel, susannah

Pairing I am not a fan of: jelly

Unpopular Opinion? taylor is annoying

Favourite friendship: steven and conrad

Character I want to adopt or be adopted by: I'll adopt cam and want to be adopted by laurel

[summerarchive2004]

[stramberrybitch]

𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘩 𝘍𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 — 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

— 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥

[triglycercule]

hi Gang its murder time trio back with another Mettaton

haha! i guess you could say they Kist. wait that not the right ship whoops

[degenerateshinji]

🎇😀

[actuallytalldumbass]

RAAAAHH! ANOTHER ONE! bit different technique/ look wise than my usual stuff cause i used a halftone filter and shit but i gotta admit this looks pretty good! works well with the theme

not alex having to deal with SCORPIA once again. you can see how resigned he already is 😔 justice for mt boy! he needs a real not-mission-tainted vacation!

based on this amazing amazing art by @agressive_poetry on IG (↓)

[hawyeer]

Beach Bear sketches since I can finally draw him PROPERLY(It's been 3 hard months😔)

[sualne]

was checking my emails before going to bed only to find out my endocrinologist casually scheduled an appointment at long fucking last

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

I find it so hilarious how no one in Camp Jupiter takes Octavian and his predictions seriously (even when the books says they do)

Oh, you say Greek gods exist? That they have children too? What's this about a camp? Don't be silly Octavian of course they don't

Sybillyne books? No they are a myth. Like an actual myth. No that harpy didn't memorise them before they burned down. Harpies can only cook and clean, everyone knows that.

Look Octavian, we're at war. Tensions are already high. We don’t need you to sow even more with your insistence on Titan army sneaking into camp and sabotaging weapons. Yes yes, you got stabbed by Saturn's general before, when you were right, that sucks— please shut up now

[silverskye13]

One of these days I'm going to end up sleeping in my car

[stramberrybitch]

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘥 𝘍𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 — 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

— 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥

[prettyprincess02]

listening to its not summer without you is so hard

i cannot deal conrad lying about the prom omg

[daily-hanamura]

[autism-corner]

hes done it again

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hey... what's your favourite urban legend or ghost story?

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