Charles/Erik, Erik the saboteur florist AUyellow_pomeloAugust 6 2011, 06:36:44 UTC
Erik is between jobs and finds himself working at a flower shop. Erik hates everything about his new job: the plants, the customers, answering the phone, making deliveries, the romance the shop caters to, etc.
But he kinda likes Charles, a worker at the store next to Erik's.
And then Erik encounters a customer who wants flowers to be delivered to Charles. Of course, Erik is sure to accidentally deliver the flowers elsewhere / accidentally lose the request / deliver flowers that are ugly as fuck / etc. And then Erik encounters a ton more customers wanting flowers for Charles. Cue raging!jealous!possessive!Erik who sabotages like there's no tomorrow.
Bonus: If the flowers for Charles weren't romantic at all, but congrats on his thesis or something. Bonus2: If Charles works at a gift shop, and has been similarly sabotaging customers' attempts to send Erik gift baskets.
Fill: the only living boy in new york [1a]yellow_pomeloAugust 7 2011, 21:55:18 UTC
He finds the peach coloured envelope one early morning wedged between a Pizza Hut flyer and the water bill. His name is written in slanted, cursive writing on the front. The envelope also smells distinctly of Chanel No.5.
It could only mean one thing.
Mother.
****
Erik, Stop ignoring me. Mama
P.S Bruner misses you.
****
Erik’s Mother is sharp and brisk. She enjoys being a surrogate mother to whoever she feels is on the thin side and needs care, ‘maternal instinct, a Mothers true calling,’ she claims. She is also hard headed and determined in that clear cut way Erik knows he could have only inherited from her.
It’s a wonder that one of them hasn’t throttled the other.
****The phone rings incessantly every night at precisely nine-forty-five over the following week, and some foreign instinct tells him it is Mama. The letter continues to come every day, in the same peach coloured envelope, the similar hints of her perfume he knows she purposely dabs at the corner
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Fill: the only living boy in new york [1b]yellow_pomeloAugust 7 2011, 21:57:04 UTC
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Erik’s glaring at Sean, the kid in charge of getting the flowers for them every morning, when he first sees Charles.
He’s wondering what possessed Mother to allow the boy to be in charge of this aspect of the shop, and whether he could give him the wrong address, send him off to the other side of town before she realises what he’s done. It’s only seven in the morning, it could work.
The man is standing across the street, pulling up the shutters. From here Erik can see he’s wearing a blue cardigan- that he may have stolen from an old, grumpy college professor- and a white shirt underneath, and some rather prim looking trousers, if it’s even possible to call them prim. He looks young, with a wiry body and floppy hair that he keeps sweeping to the side. He appears to be struggling with the shutter, trying to push up and straining on his tiptoes. Erik’s debating whether he should help him or continue watching him fail spectacularly when Sean interrupts
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Re: Fill: the only living boy in new york [1b]yellow_pomeloAugust 7 2011, 22:17:39 UTC
Don't apologize, anon! I'm loving it already, right from the first few sentences and that letter from Erik's mama (which was just great, lol). And your writing is just lovely, I really liked the description about Erik's family history, especially the bit about the "textures of life."
Also, LOL, poor Sean. I can see he and Erik will get on fabulously. I can't wait for more!
Re: Fill: the only living boy in new york [1b]afrocurlAugust 7 2011, 22:21:08 UTC
Is it sad that I'm more fascinated by Edie's good Jewish Mother routine to get Erik home and running the shop than I am with Erik's disinterest in flowers?
But really, this is wonderful, and I can't wait for more.
Re: Fill: the only living boy in new york [1b]yellow_pomeloAugust 8 2011, 01:34:35 UTC
I wonder what Erik's been doing before going home to NY and his mom.
His exasperation over his mom's tactics speaks of fondness and resentment one can only feel for his mom. Hahaha!
Every time Charles is first described in a fic told from Erik's pov, I find myself gushing at how adorable and pretty he is. I fall for Charles every time. Can't wait to read more!
But he kinda likes Charles, a worker at the store next to Erik's.
And then Erik encounters a customer who wants flowers to be delivered to Charles. Of course, Erik is sure to accidentally deliver the flowers elsewhere / accidentally lose the request / deliver flowers that are ugly as fuck / etc. And then Erik encounters a ton more customers wanting flowers for Charles. Cue raging!jealous!possessive!Erik who sabotages like there's no tomorrow.
Bonus: If the flowers for Charles weren't romantic at all, but congrats on his thesis or something.
Bonus2: If Charles works at a gift shop, and has been similarly sabotaging customers' attempts to send Erik gift baskets.
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It could only mean one thing.
Mother.
****
Erik,
Stop ignoring me.
Mama
P.S Bruner misses you.
****
Erik’s Mother is sharp and brisk. She enjoys being a surrogate mother to whoever she feels is on the thin side and needs care, ‘maternal instinct, a Mothers true calling,’ she claims. She is also hard headed and determined in that clear cut way Erik knows he could have only inherited from her.
It’s a wonder that one of them hasn’t throttled the other.
****The phone rings incessantly every night at precisely nine-forty-five over the following week, and some foreign instinct tells him it is Mama. The letter continues to come every day, in the same peach coloured envelope, the similar hints of her perfume he knows she purposely dabs at the corner ( ... )
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Erik’s glaring at Sean, the kid in charge of getting the flowers for them every morning, when he first sees Charles.
He’s wondering what possessed Mother to allow the boy to be in charge of this aspect of the shop, and whether he could give him the wrong address, send him off to the other side of town before she realises what he’s done. It’s only seven in the morning, it could work.
The man is standing across the street, pulling up the shutters. From here Erik can see he’s wearing a blue cardigan- that he may have stolen from an old, grumpy college professor- and a white shirt underneath, and some rather prim looking trousers, if it’s even possible to call them prim. He looks young, with a wiry body and floppy hair that he keeps sweeping to the side. He appears to be struggling with the shutter, trying to push up and straining on his tiptoes. Erik’s debating whether he should help him or continue watching him fail spectacularly when Sean interrupts ( ... )
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Also, LOL, poor Sean. I can see he and Erik will get on fabulously. I can't wait for more!
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But really, this is wonderful, and I can't wait for more.
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His exasperation over his mom's tactics speaks of fondness and resentment one can only feel for his mom. Hahaha!
Every time Charles is first described in a fic told from Erik's pov, I find myself gushing at how adorable and pretty he is. I fall for Charles every time. Can't wait to read more!
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