Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Elim Garak, Julian Bashir
Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?” [x] and these tags [x]
There weren’t very many people that entered Garak’s shop feeling indignant. In fact, Garak was certain he’d never had an indignant customer in his entire life. Dismayed customers? Sure. Desperate ones? Absolutely. Love was a powerful motivator for those emotions and Garak really adored customers with such poor passion control. Emotions like that sold flowers, after all. But an indignant customer? Garak never expected one. Especially one that appeared with the scowling face of Doctor Julian Bashir.
“How do I passive-aggressively say ‘fuck you’ with flowers?” Doctor Bashir asked before Garak even had a chance to ask what was wrong. He could hardly believe it.
@upperstories and I have come up with an idea for a Tangled AU staring Toriel as Rapunzel and Sans as Flynn Rider. Honestly I wanted to make an Alphyne AU for this but she managed to help me make it Soriel instead XD
We talked about doing a collab of the AU, so if she’s still up to it, here’s my part! I hope she chooses to do it lmao XD
for the pairings and drabble ideas: minjoon tattoo parlor/flower shop au!
TATTOOS AND FLOWERS, BEST COMBO EVER
Namjoon was… unsettled.
That was a lie. He was nervous.
Shrugging his shoulders and stretching his neck in effort to release some of the tension building there, he steeled himself, and reached out to open the door and step inside
the local flower shop.
Normally, Namjoon wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this. It wasn’t that he had some macho perception or persona to uphold, but he didn’t like being in places he knew or understood nothing about. It wasn’t often that he was out of his element intellectually anymore, and he liked to keep it that way. Unfortunately, this was unavoidable.
“Hello, can I help you?” Someone called from the counter a few feet in front of him. Namjoon looked, and almost didn’t see him, until he stepped around the corner. “I’m Jimin.”
Flowery midget, was his first impression. The worker that had spoken came towards Namjoon with a potted plant in each hand, and a few flower crowns stacked haphazardly on top of his head. Instinctively Namjoon reached out, hands fluttering around as he gestured to the flowers.
“Hi, I’m Namjoon, uh, do you need… uh, help? carrying anything?” He asked awkwardly. The flower midget - Jimin - grinned, taking Namjoon’s breath away with his eye smile and cheeks as cute as a chipmunk’s.
“I’m okay, thank you! Just let me put these in the display and I’ll be right with you!”
Namjoon nodded dumbly, watching him speed walk away, before spinning around to survey the store. The smell of various flowers was a little overwhelming, but the flora itself…
It was breathtaking.
“See anything you like?”
Namjoon jumped, whirling around. Jimin was beside him, grinning up in amusement. His eyes squinched together tighter, and Namjoon’s heart stopped briefly.
“Uh, I’m sorry?”
“The flowers,” Jimin laughed. “Did you come here for anything specific? Girlfriend, birthday, first date?”
“N-no,” Namjoon cleared his throat, feeling his face get red. “I’m a tattoo artist, in the shop a few stores down the street. I have a flower tattoo request, and I’ve never- I mean, I have, but I wanted to, uh…” He trailed off, looking away awkwardly. Jimin waited patiently, so he took a deep breath and continued. “I’ve drawn and tattooed flowers before, but I’ve never had the opportunity to see so many varieties up close, or to study them, so I wondered if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Mind you studying my flowers?” Jimin asked, cocking his head. Namjoon nodded quickly.
“If I could come in a few times a week, to sketch? I’ll start with the flower that was requested, first, but if you wouldn’t mind me being here often?”
Jimin made a sound, but before he could say anything, Namjoon jumped in again.
“I could just buy one every time I want to study it, of course, but flowers die so easily and I tend to speed up the process, unintentionally, of course, and even then just taking one home tells me nothing about it, and I suppose I could Naver but it’s not as informative as-”
“Namjoon,” Jimin interupted, laughing. Namjoon looked down at him, face and ears hot. “You can come as often as you like, and you’re right, Naver isn’t as informative as an expert.” He tilted his head again, cocky. “I’m an expert.”
Namjoon swallowed, staring down at Jimin. The shorter boy giggled again, before gesturing towards the store.
Sandy’s Golden Dreams Flower Shop had just opened up in downtown Burgess, and all the new employees were hard at work making sure that they could keep up with all the new customers.
One of the younger workers, Jackson Overland, was out front, cutting up and arranging a bouquet of roses that was due to be picked up in a few hours. It was a relatively slow day, which was a refreshing change from the hectic week he’d just endured. He ran a hand through his hair and took a step back to admire his work.