Summary- As an artist, most of your time spent is sketching. So when you notice a small flower shop, you can’t resist the opportunity to sketch some flowers. Little did you know, the florist held his own allure.
Word Count- 1,363
Warnings- Mega fluff.
A/N- ‘Convallaria’ is the scientific name for Lily of the Valley. I gotta give a shout out to @icecream-and-gadreel for giving me florist!Gad feels so bad that I had to write this fluff monster. This is my first time writing Gad, so let me know what you think!
You’re surprised you’d never noticed it before, really. The quaint shop sat across the street from your usual seat in your favorite cafe, in easy view as you sketched passersby. The large front window was filled with gorgeous bouquets of flowers, all bright and cheerful. The sign on the window read ‘The Garden of Eden’ in beautiful flowing script- a little cheesy, you supposed, but it somehow fit.
You’re far too intrigued by the small shop to not take a look, so you finish off your coffee, tucking your sketchbook under your arm.
The door jingles happily as you push the door open, the light floral scent pleasant as your eyes drift over the various shapes and colors. Some of the more popular flowers sit in the front- daisies, daffodils, carnations, roses, and peonies all lined beautifully along the shelves. The more exotic flowers though, are gorgeous, half-remembered names escaping you as you open your sketchbook and pull your pencil from behind your ear. You start sketching small white bell-shaped flowers, the happy little petals and sweet scent pulling a smile from you as you sketch away.
My favourite albums ever:
1. Chvrches - The Bones Of What You Beleive
2. Tame impala - Lonerism
3. Tame impala - Innerspeaker
4. Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp A Butterfly
5. Tyler, the Creator - Wolf
6. Tyler, the Creator - Bastard
7. Gorillaz - Demon Days
8. Gorillaz - Gorillaz
9. Gorillaz - Plastic Beach
10. The xx - The xx
11. The Go! Team - Thunder Lightning Strike
12. Run the Jewels - Run the Jewels 2
13. Captain Murphy - Duality
14. Flying Lotus - Cosmogramma
15. Flying Lotus - Los Angeles
16. Flying Lotus - You’re Dead!
17. Flying Lotus - Until The Quit Comes
18. Outkast - Stankonia
19. MØ - No Mythologies To Follow
20. Alt-J - An Awesome Wave
21. Yung Lean - Unknown Death 2002
22. M83 - Saturdays = Youth
23. M83 - Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming
24. M83 - Dead Cities, Red Seas & Lost Ghosts
Bakugou showing off for his s/o while they are cuddling (small explosions on his hand) and she bubbles one of them and freezes it in the buddle and he's like "wtf did you just do?? what was that?? how??"
Sure thing! I hope I could write it well enough =)
the explosion prickling along his skin and just as he creates a new one, his
girlfriend reaches up. In the next second, his explosion is frozen motionless
in a bubble and he stares at it for a moment.
fuck?” He sits up straighter, almost dislodging his partner from where she
leans against his side. “The flying fuck did you just do? How?”
chuckles and moves to sit up as well, turning to face him better.
freeze things.” She explains and nudges the bubble to float up just a bit. “And
when I release it…”
pops and barely a split second later, the explosion goes off. Bakugou grins
have to spar with me one of these days.”
girlfriend laughs and leans back against him, while Bakugou drapes an arm
around her shoulders and forms another explosion, letting it go off against his
“Han why don’t you just talk to Y/N?” Luke muttered to the smuggler, who was sitting back in the pilot’s chair of the Millennium Falcon. Han Solo glanced over at Luke and let out a sigh.
“I can’t do that, you know.” He muttered, fiddling with his seatbelt. Luke stared at Han in awe.
“I find that hard to believe.” He said. “You’re so confident around everyone.”
Han rolled his eyes.
“Yeah but it’s different with Y/N.” He grumbled, staring at his fingers.
“How?” Luke asked, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. Han shook his head and sat up in his chair, reaching for the steering wheel.
Just then you walked into the cockpit, resting your hand on the back of Luke’s chair.
“Are we ready to go yet?” You asked, brushing down a strand of hair that was sticking straight up on Luke’s head. Han’s grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel and he forced himself to look up at you.
“Uh, y-yeah. I’ve just got to, um, disable t-the auto pilot and then we’ll b-be ready to go.” Han stuttered, his cheeks starting to redden. You smiled slightly, looking at your feet.
“That’s good to hear. I was only asking because Leia kept complaining.” You said.
“Well, soon enough we’ll be- where are we going again?” The smuggler muttered.
Luke stifled a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand.
“Yavin.” The young Jedi said through his fingers.
Feeling his cheeks burn, Han nodded quickly.
“Right, right. I just forgot.” He said, beginning to set the course for the planet. You felt a twinge of sympathy for Han and started to make for the door.
“Well, I’ll see you guys later.” You said shortly, disappearing from the room.
Luke started laughing to himself as soon as you left the room. Han shot him a deadly look.
“Wait to go.” Luke sneered, kicking his feet up on the dashboard.
“Shut up.” Han growled.
You shuffled down the hall of the Millennium Falcon, making your way towards the fridge. All of the lights were off and everyone was sleeping, except for Han. A dim light was flickering from the cockpit.
You grabbed a water from the fridge and peeked your head through the opening of the cockpit. Han was sitting back in his chair, lazily staring at the stars zip by. You knocked on the wall and the smuggler spun around.
“Oh hey.” He said tiredly, turning back around and leaning back on his chair again. You sat in the co-pilots chair, crossing your legs underneath each other.
“Hi.” You replied simply, giving him a small smile. Han smiled back.
“Listen, Y/N, I’m sorry about what happened earlier.” He muttered, bravely meeting your eyes.
You furrowed your brows.
“What do you mean?” You answered quietly.
“I’m not really…. like that.” Han said uncertainly. “I’m not awkward and I’m certainly not an idiot. At least, I hope I’m not.”
“I don’t think you’re an idiot, Han.”
The smuggler took a deep breath, as if preparing to spill dreadful news.
“Y/N, I know we’ve only known each other for a short time but, I-I’ve grown to really, like you and when we’re in the same room my tongue stops working and my brain stalls and I just start to-”
You leaned over and placed your hand gently on Han’s cheek. Quickly, you pecked him on the mouth, smiling as you did so. The smuggler leaned into you, his hand flying up to the back of your head. His hand travelled down to rest on your neck and slide down your back lightly. You broke away from him gently, a smile curving your mouth.
“You should be piloting the ship.” You whispered, your eyes still closed.
“We won’t crash into anything.” Han breathed, kissing you again.