#Beautiful garden vlog

[tanuandthetriplets]

Papa Aur Subbu Chipkar Kaha Nikle?? | Triplets Vlog - 19th September'23

[ravi73079]

Uncover the Hidden Gems of London's Royal Botanic Gardens - Kew | Part 2

[mistlebroom]

A silent walk through the garden and forest of the Castle Markgraf Karl Wilhelm von Baden in Germany.

www.youtube.com/@mistlebroom

[psyworks]

A beautiful summer garden 🦋🏵️🪷🌺🦜 @bellagio

A beautiful summer garden 🦋🏵️🪷🌺🦜 @bellagio #psyworks #bellagiolasvegas #bellagio #bellagioconservatory #botanicalgardens #garden #flowers #lasvegas #summervibes #summervacation #befree #behappy #beyou #pride #lgbt #gay

[thestrawberrygirly]

150 things to do when you're bored 🧸🍰🍓

make a journal and write down about your dreams.

try baking a cake.

draw sanrio characters.

learn choreo of the song 'war of hormones' by bts.

stream bts songs or your favorite band's songs.

clean your room.

play any cute mobile games like Purrfect Tale, Resonance of Ocean, Resortopia, Sumikkogurashi Farm, Rhythm Hive, HelloKittyWorld2 Sanrio Kawaii and more. (these are available on android)

plant some trees.

watch any ghibli studio movie.

declutter your phone.

watch some aesthetic japan vlogs.

read a book.

do some skincare.

make a playlist on spotify about the songs you would like to play if you owned a cute café.

write a book about your dream world.

do pilates.

try coquette aesthetic makeup.

start crocheting.

go for a bicycle ride.

have picnic with friends or alone.

watch youtube videos.

go stargazing.

try skateboarding.

go for a walk and observe the beautiful nature and then journal about it.

try cooking with your partner or friends

make a youtube channel.

start a side hustle.

start blogging.

read your favorite blogs.

listen a podcast.

write a song about your favorite person.

make music on bandlab.

write down goals you want to achieve.

learn new language.

re-organise your closet.

take a day off from social media.

take a nap.

organise your pinterest boards.

write a poem.

write a letter to yourself.

make a cute diy necklace.

invent a cute game to play with your friends.

learn to count in another language.

look through a cookbook and try something new.

water the plants.

pray.

try meditating for 5 minutes.

read my blogs :) <3

draw cute doodles.

make cute things out of air dry clay.

create cute diy stickers.

bake cookies in cute fun shapes.

build a blanket fort and read a book inside while eating snacks.

create a scrapbook of favorite memories.

paint rocks with colorful cute designs.

make cute bracelets for your bestfriend.

write a cute story about fairies.

make homemade popsicles with fruit juice.

watch the sunset or sunrise and take a moment to appreciate the beauty of nature.

go for a nature walk and collect interesting leaves or stones.

have a movie marathon with your favorite films.

have a fashion show with clothes from your closet.

design and decorate your own phone case.

create a memory jar filled with notes of happy moments.

design and paint your own ceramic plant pots.

learn about law of attraction.

do research about the history of something of your interest like 'how it was invented?', 'who started it?'.

create your own font.

play an old online game.

try a coloring app.

work on your wish list.

paint your nails.

take a bubble bath.

start a garden.

make your own short movie with your phone.

complete a puzzle.

write about the most beautiful dream you have ever saw.

organize your house.

make a smoothie.

put an appreciation message on a balloon and let it go.

complete a challenge like 30 day self care challenge, 30 day writing challenge and more.

visit a local art gallery.

watch a lecture or TED talk.

read a self-help book.

read a book on astronomy.

click aesthetic pictures of nature.

make your phone look aesthetic.

give your bedroom a makeover on ghibli studio aesthetic.

create a toothpick tower.

practice writing from your non dominate hand.

write about what a day in your dream life looks like.

take out your pet for a walk.

make something wearable for your pet.

learn about how to beat procrastination.

make a little plushie out of your old socks.

learn a new skill.

make a cute website in carrd.co.

write down 10 things you're grateful for.

sit by a river.

visit a local bakery.

walk around a lake.

scroll on pinterest about nature.

walk in the rain.

watch classic films.

watch fashion shows on youtube.

get a haircut.

drink water, take care of yourself <3

read some beauty tips.

watch ballet videos.

write a quote on moon.

say yes to everything for a day.

read some interesting articles.

watch your comfort movie.

write a fiction story.

make your own calendar.

have an indoor picnic with your partner.

write a list of things you will do with your bestie.

crochet something for your loved one or yourself.

learn graphic designing.

write 10 beautiful things about yourself.

make paper stars.

explore interesting websites.

explore your neighborhood.

make a yummy snack.

make hwachae.

try origami.

write a list of your favorite songs explaining why you love it.

watch run bts.

read some manga.

make strawberry cake.

watch conan gray's old vlogs <3

watch onegai my melody :D

design and launch a cute social media challenge to spread positivity and creativity online.

host a themed dinner party with your friends where everyone dresses up and brings a dish from a different culture.

have a spa day at home complete with homemade facemasks, bath bombs, and soothing music.

design a pretty jewellery.

draw your dream house.

try out guided meditation videos (you will find in youtube).

learn about a new culture.

make homemade jam.

do a random act of kindness.

research and plan a future trip.

try a new type of workout video.

research and practice self-defense techniques.

try a new type of creative writing (screenwriting, playwriting, etc.).

try a new type of DIY beauty product (lip balm, body scrub, etc.).

watch a documentary.

learn about constellations and stargaze.

practice calligraphy.

do a riddle.

[thesophistiicate]

currently re-training my YouTube algorithm to only show me beautiful, creative, inspiring, and truly educational videos (lectures, interviews etc) and getting rid of absolutely everything that uses rage bait, outrage culture, cancel culture, gossip etc to bait and gain views. it’s definitely been a big weak point for me in the past, but having space from it then coming back made me notice the low vibe shift even just seeing the thumbnails would cause me. like instantly just feeling worse, without even seeing the actual video yet. even things that are supposed to be critiques and essays but really are just attacking and judging others are a no (there’s a lot of this…). now i have lots of garden and interior tours, slow living vlogs, philosophy and history lectures, literature videos, personal style diaries etc coming through and it feels so so so much better. i am really focused on surrounding myself with energy of others who value taking action and staying true to their passion, rather than people who value gossip and judgement and outrage. definitely recommend if you get tripped up on that kinda thing too 🕊️

[fleurmionefridays]

Fleurmione Fridays: Winter 2025 Cozy ❄️☕️

A quarterly rec list curated by the 18+ fleurmione discord server. Inspired by @hpsaffics #wlw wednesday.

It's cold outside and you'd rather be cuddled up under the covers with a cocoa and a warm, cozy, fleurmione fic. Don't worry, the Fleurmione server has got you covered with 13 cozy and completed fics under the cut.

Dance with me by @mycatismyeditor | E, 38.7k multichap.

“By the end you'll be wishing that Hermione would explain electricity to you as well.” - Random "Women supporting women, but also getting the girl in the end. And one lucky little one gets a kickass new mommy." - Wisp

Winning Affections by @lipzlipzlipz | G, 31.7k multichap. Hermione knew that courtship rituals varied across cultures and that it was impossible to know them all. But to unknowingly participate in one? She was much too smart for that.

The Splendid Gallery by LullabyKnell | G, 23.5k one shot. Pre-POA AU: In the summer of 1993, the Grangers vacation in France and meet the Delacours. When the Granger-Delacour parents elect to explore Wizarding France as a group, Hermione Granger is thrown together with a girl named Fleur Delacour due to some bizarre idea that they will somehow magically become friends. Even though they have nothing whatsoever in common and Hermione doesn't like Fleur at all!

“It's cute watching someone fervently and passionately try to explain concepts and ideas to someone, but not be fluent in the language. Fleur is super endearing in this, and doesn't let her lack of vocabulary in English stop her.” - Wisp

Lost & Found by lady_wordslaot | M, 12.8k one shot. Hermione gets lost in the Forbidden Forest on a camping trip with her husband, Ron. Weeks later she stumbles onto Shell Cottage and its owner, Fleur.

“I sipped my tea at the shift in tone at the end. It was cottagecore cozy with a dash of spice.” - Random

Too Much to Handle by magiciansofmurs | T, 10.3k one shot.

“Only the slightest sliver of angst but the rest of it is pure fluffy romcom and I just want to snuggle in a blanket while reading it." -Lipz. "The dog makes this fluffy fic even fluffier." - Random

Reckless by @mushroom-grey-scale | T, 6.6k one shot. Fleur Delacour announced that she would marry the first person who took the key to her front door from her cat's collar. What could go wrong?

"A cat and the key trope but make it fleurmione." -Lipz

A Fox in the Garden by @trashpandadreamer | M, 6.6k one shot. Fleur is caught by a curse and rescued by Hermione, who doesn't know who she is. Hilarity ensues as Fleur tries to get Hermione to realize who she is.

Just a normal morning by @mycatismyeditor | T, 6.3k one shot. Fleur goes about her morning routine reflecting on the past as she worries about her wife.

“Vlogging at its cozy best.” - Random

Français by not_here_leave_a_message | T, 4k one shot. Viktor was subtle but straight-forward. He had questions and he asked them and he got to know her that way. And Fleur? Fleur was a mess who aired her woes about her crush to her friends. In French...too bad Hermione speaks French. Sshhh!

“Fleur is a useless gay, and fluent in gay. Little did she know, Hermione is apparently also fluent in useless gay.” - Wisp

Just Gals Being Pals by DisasterXL | NR, 3.9k one shot.

"While Hermione and Apolline butt heads over blankets, you'll feel blanketed by this fluffy, mostly oblivious ride." - Murs

Heated Charms by @terra-wisp | T, 3.3k one shot. In which Fleur Delacour has a terrible week, winters are surprisingly cold, and Hermione Granger is amazing at putting up with nonsense even if it comes in the form of a beautiful but undoubtedly crazy blonde. Fluff and sass ensues.

"Like the tag says, cuddles solve all the problems, especially for a veela who's cold." - Lipz

Dragons, Scientists, and Crushes, Oh my! by @trashpandadreamer | T, 3.2k one shot. Fleur is an adventurer who is bent on impressing her crush. Hermione is an oblivious scientist who loves her research. Together they go on an epic adventure with dragons.

"Cozy fantasy counts, right? Nerdy scientist Hermione and exasperated protective Fleur are an adorable duo." - Lipz

She's in the Rain by wintersquill | G, <1k one shot. Fleur Delacour stumbles out of a thunder storm and into the quaint little coffee shop that Hermione works at.

"What's more cozy than getting out of the rain in a coffee shop? This one is short and sweet." -Lipz

[aeth-eris]

11th House: Social Media Profiles

Aries in the 11th House: Your social media profiles may feature dynamic and energetic content, showcasing your bold endeavors and leadership qualities. You might be active in online communities, initiating discussions, and sharing your achievements and adventurous experiences. Extreme sports, motivational content, and leadership seminars. #AdventureSeeker #LeadershipGoals #GoGetter Prefers Twitter for its fast-paced interaction and sharing of quick updates, as well as Instagram for showcasing their bold adventures.

Taurus in the 11th House: Your social media presence may emphasize comfort and stability, reflecting your appreciation for the finer things in life. You may share content related to food, art, or nature, and you might engage in online groups that focus on practical advice and material well-being. Home decor, gardening tutorials, and gourmet cooking shows. #FoodieLife #ArtAppreciation #NatureLover Prefers Pinterest for its focus on aesthetically pleasing visuals and practical lifestyle inspiration, as well as Facebook for connecting with friends and sharing comforting content.

Gemini in the 11th House: Your social media profiles are likely to be versatile and engaging, reflecting your curiosity and intellectual pursuits. You may share a variety of content, including news, information, and social commentary, and you might actively participate in online discussions and forums. TED Talks, educational podcasts, and current affairs discussions. #CurrentEvents #IntellectualDebates #LifelongLearner Prefers Reddit for its diverse discussions and intellectual forums, as well as Twitter for engaging in various real-time conversations.

Cancer in the 11th House: Your social media presence may be nurturing and community-oriented, emphasizing connections and emotional support. You might share personal stories, family-related content, and nostalgic posts, and you may engage in online communities that foster a sense of belonging and mutual understanding. Family vlogs, DIY crafts, and emotional support groups. #FamilyFirst #CommunityLove #NostalgiaFeels Prefers Facebook for its emphasis on creating and nurturing online communities, as well as Instagram for sharing personal stories and connecting with others through visual content.

Leo in the 11th House: Your social media profiles may be vibrant and attention-grabbing, reflecting your creative flair and desire for recognition. You may share content that highlights your talents and achievements, and you might actively participate in online platforms that allow you to showcase your skills and leadership abilities. Fashion trends, celebrity news, and success stories of influential figures. #CreativeExpression #ShowcaseSuccess #InspirationalLeader Prefers Instagram for showcasing their creative endeavors and gaining attention, as well as YouTube for sharing their charismatic video content.

Virgo in the 11th House: Your social media presence may be informative and detail-oriented, focusing on practical advice and self-improvement. You might share content related to health, organization, and productivity, and you may participate in online groups that prioritize knowledge sharing and analytical discussions. Productivity tools, self-help articles, and health and wellness blogs. #ProductivityHacks #SelfImprovement #HealthyLiving Prefers LinkedIn for its focus on professional networking and career-related discussions, as well as Twitter for sharing practical tips and engaging in informative conversations.

Libra in the 11th House: Your social media profiles may emphasize harmony and diplomacy, reflecting your appreciation for beauty and balanced interactions. You may share content related to art, culture, and social causes, and you might actively engage in online communities that promote fairness, equality, and respectful dialogue. Art exhibitions, relationship advice columns, and social justice documentaries. #HarmonyAndBalance #ArtisticSoul #SocialJustice Prefers Instagram for its emphasis on visual aesthetics and maintaining harmonious social connections, as well as TikTok for creating and sharing balanced and entertaining content.

Scorpio in the 11th House: Your social media presence may be intense and thought-provoking, reflecting your passion and desire for depth. You may share content that delves into psychological insights, mysteries, and transformative experiences, and you might participate in online discussions that encourage profound self-reflection and exploration. Psychological thrillers, investigative documentaries, and esoteric knowledge. #DeepThoughts #MysteryUnveiled #InnerTransformation Prefers Tumblr for its introspective and thought-provoking content, as well as Twitter for engaging in discussions about deep and mysterious topics.

Sagittarius in the 11th House: Your social media profiles may be adventurous and optimistic, reflecting your love for exploration and philosophical discussions. You may share content related to travel, spirituality, and personal growth, and you might actively participate in online communities that foster open-mindedness and cultural exchange. Travel documentaries, philosophical discussions, and cultural festivals. #WanderlustSpirit #PhilosophyMatters #GlobalCitizen Prefers YouTube for sharing their adventurous travel vlogs and philosophical discussions, as well as Instagram for connecting with a global community and sharing inspiring content.

Capricorn in the 11th House: Your social media presence may be disciplined and goal-oriented, emphasizing your dedication to achieving success and recognition. You may share content related to career, achievements, and leadership, and you might participate in online platforms that focus on professional networking and strategic planning. Business news, financial planning guides, and career development webinars. #CareerDriven #SuccessMindset #ProfessionalGrowth Prefers LinkedIn for its focus on professional achievements and networking, as well as Twitter for engaging in discussions on career advancements and industry trends.

Aquarius in the 11th House: Your social media profiles may be unconventional and progressive, reflecting your passion for social change and innovation. You may share content related to humanitarian causes, technology, and unconventional ideas, and you might actively participate in online communities that promote collaboration and forward-thinking initiatives. Futuristic technology blogs, social activism movements, and scientific breakthroughs. #InnovationNation #SocialChange #FutureForward Prefers Twitter for its emphasis on sharing unique perspectives and engaging in social activism, as well as Reddit for participating in discussions about innovative and unconventional ideas.

Pisces in the 11th House: Your social media presence may be compassionate and imaginative, reflecting your empathy and artistic sensibilities. You may share content that inspires creativity, spirituality, and emotional connection, and you might engage in online groups that prioritize empathy, support, and creative expression. Spiritual retreats, music therapy sessions, and artistic expression workshops. #CreativeSoul #EmpatheticHeart #SpiritualAwakening Prefers Instagram for its focus on artistic expression and sharing compassionate messages, as well as Pinterest for gathering inspirational and creative content.

[jinnieboosworld]

Daisy’s Daisies

Chanhee x Female Reader

@deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark @k-labels

Genre: Fluff

Summary: When Chanhee moves into a house on the country side with a few of his friend he plans on focusing just focusing on his growing his career as a YouTube vlogger. One day while unpacking he hears a knock on his door. The source of the knock is a beautiful girl holding a bouquet of daisies.

Part of The MeetCute Series

Word Count: 8806

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The countryside air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and earth, a welcome change from the city’s smog. Chanhee stood on the front steps of the house, looking out at the overgrown garden in front of him. It had been a long day of moving boxes and furniture, but the excitement of starting fresh in a new place made every ache worth it. The house was a charming two-story cottage surrounded by trees, the kind of place Chanhee had always dreamed of living in. Now, he could finally focus on his YouTube channel, vlogging about the peacefulness of the countryside.

“Do you think the neighbors will be as chill as the house?” Chanhee asked, turning to Jacob, who was already inside, unpacking the kitchen.

Changmin, sprawled lazily on the couch, barely looked up. “You’ll be too busy vlogging to care,” he said with a grin.

“I’m just saying, it’d be nice to know if I’m gonna get along with the people around here.”

Jacob leaned out from the kitchen, laughing. “Don’t worry, Chanhee. You’ll be fine. Just focus on making this place look perfect for your next video. We’ll handle the rest.”

Chanhee smiled, glad to have his friends by his side. The day had been busy, but it felt good to be settling in. As he stepped outside to check on the yard, a sudden knock on the door startled him.

He froze for a moment, looking at the door. Was it the landlord? Maybe a neighbor? With a shrug, Chanhee walked over and opened it. Standing on the other side was a girl, holding a bouquet of fresh daisies, her boots lightly covered in dirt from working outside. Her smile was wide and warm, like a ray of sunshine breaking through clouds.

“Hi there!” she greeted, her voice light and cheerful. “I’m Daisy! I help take care of the yard here. My dad owns the house, and I stop by every week to check on things.”

Chanhee blinked, taken aback by the sudden appearance of this beautiful, bubbly stranger. His eyes immediately fell to the bouquet in her hands, the soft white petals of the daisies a stark contrast to the earthy tones of the garden behind her.

“Oh, uh… Hi,” Chanhee stammered, fumbling slightly. “I’m… I’m Chanhee.”

Jacob appeared from behind him, giving Daisy a friendly wave. “Hi, I’m Jacob,” he said with a grin. “And this is Changmin,” he added, gesturing toward the couch where Changmin had raised his head to glance at the door.

Changmin, who had been lounging, gave her a teasing smile. “Chanhee here gets a little awkward around pretty girls, so be patient with him.”

Chanhee’s face turned red, and he shot Changmin a glare. “I’m fine,” he muttered, quickly turning back to Daisy, who laughed at the exchange.

Daisy’s laugh was like music, light and contagious. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” She then handed Chanhee the bouquet, the flowers feeling delicate in his hands. “I brought these for the garden. I thought they might brighten it up a bit.”

“Thanks… these are beautiful,” Chanhee said, his voice quieter now as he admired the bouquet. His heart was still racing, but he tried to calm himself. She was just someone helping with the yard, nothing more. Still, there was something about her presence that made everything feel different.

“I’ll be back tomorrow to start working,” Daisy said, flashing him a smile. “You all enjoy the house!”

With that, she turned and walked back down the path, leaving Chanhee standing at the door, still holding the flowers. He watched her disappear down the dirt road, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Smooth,” Changmin’s voice echoed from the doorway, and Chanhee could only laugh awkwardly.

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The next day, the soft hum of the countryside filled the air as Chanhee made his way outside to check on the garden. His mind kept wandering back to the brief, yet unforgettable, encounter with Daisy. He couldn’t help but replay her warm smile and the soft, sincere tone of her voice. She had been so effortlessly kind, and that feeling had lingered with him long after she had left.

He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. Focus on the vlog, Chanhee, he reminded himself. He had to make this place look perfect, especially for his viewers who were eager for his next content.

As he set up his camera in the yard, he heard the familiar crunch of footsteps on the gravel. Chanhee’s heart skipped a beat, and he turned around to see Daisy walking toward him, this time with a gardening kit slung over her shoulder and a wide smile plastered on her face.

“Hey! You’re early today,” Chanhee said, trying to hide the nervous excitement in his voice.

Daisy smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed from the morning chill. “I figured I’d get started early before it gets too hot. Plus, I wanted to help you guys make this place look less… abandoned.”

Chanhee couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not that bad. Just needs a little love.” He motioned to the weeds growing around the flower beds. “A little lot of love.”

Daisy chuckled and walked over to a patch of soil near the front of the yard. She knelt down, pulling out her tools. “Alright then, let’s make this look like something out of a home magazine.”

Chanhee grabbed his camera, beginning to film the transformation. “Alright, guys, we’re here with Daisy, who’s going to help me fix up this garden,” he said into the lens. “Let’s see if she can turn my disaster into something beautiful.”

Daisy laughed at his playful tone, glancing at the camera. “Don’t blame me if your followers end up asking you for gardening tips,” she teased, flashing him a wink.

Chanhee couldn’t help but feel a little flustered, but he hid it with a grin. “Hey, maybe we’ll start a gardening channel. ‘How to Make Your Yard Look Like It’s on Pinterest.’”

As Daisy worked, planting various flowers and trimming overgrown plants, Chanhee filmed her, letting the camera capture her genuine joy in the process. Her movements were graceful, as though she was effortlessly creating art with each plant she set in the soil. The sun caught the strands of her hair, making her look almost ethereal, and Chanhee found it hard to tear his gaze away.

“So, what’s your favorite flower?” he asked casually, though he was truly curious.

Daisy paused for a moment, glancing up at him. “Daisies, of course,” she said, holding up a small bouquet she had gathered from the garden. “They’re simple, but they remind me that even in difficult times, you can bloom. That’s why I love them.”

Chanhee stared at the bouquet in her hand, feeling something stir in his chest. There was something about the way she spoke, so thoughtfully and with such passion, that made him want to know her better. But before he could respond, Daisy suddenly stood up, brushing dirt off her hands.

“All done with this patch. What do you think?” she asked, gesturing to the now vibrant flower bed.

Chanhee looked around, genuinely impressed. “It looks amazing,” he said, his smile wide. “You really know what you’re doing.”

Daisy beamed, her pride evident. “Glad you like it. Now, time to tackle the next one!”

As she continued her work, Chanhee couldn’t help but admire the way she made everything feel so easy. And in that moment, he found himself looking forward to these weekly visits, knowing each one would bring a little more of Daisy into his life.

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The weeks passed slowly, each one blending into the next, but with every visit Daisy made, the house seemed to grow brighter. The yard, once overgrown and neglected, was now a patchwork of vibrant colors, thanks to Daisy’s tireless work. What started as small exchanges—greetings and laughter over gardening tips—had blossomed into a comfortable rhythm.

Chanhee began to look forward to her visits more than he had anticipated. Every Saturday morning, like clockwork, Daisy arrived with a fresh bouquet of flowers, ready to add her special touch to the yard. Today was no different, except that the weather had shifted; a light breeze rustled the leaves, and the sun was shining brightly, casting a golden glow over the garden.

Chanhee was setting up his camera, adjusting the angle for his vlog when he noticed Daisy walking up the path. She was carrying a small basket, filled with freshly picked daisies. Chanhee smiled as he waved at her.

“Good morning!” she greeted brightly, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“Good morning,” he replied, lowering his camera and walking over to meet her. “Got some new flowers for me?”

“Always,” Daisy said with a mischievous grin. “I thought I’d give you a few daisies to keep the vibe going.”

“I swear, you’ve turned me into a flower enthusiast,” Chanhee said, laughing lightly as he took the bouquet from her. “I’m starting to think this garden will end up being the star of my vlogs.”

Daisy’s cheeks pinkened, and she laughed softly. “You’re flattering me. But I’ll take it.” She set her basket down on the grass and began pulling out small pots of flowers, carefully arranging them by the flower beds.

Chanhee watched as she worked, her hands moving with confidence, as though she had done this a thousand times before. There was something undeniably soothing about the way she carried herself—steady, unhurried, and so completely in tune with the rhythm of the world around her.

“So, how long have you been doing this?” he asked, leaning against the garden fence, not wanting to interrupt her but also unable to stop himself from talking to her.

Daisy glanced up at him with a smile. “Gardening? A few years now. It’s something I’ve always enjoyed, ever since I was a kid. My dad’s a landscape architect, so I guess I kind of inherited it.” She paused, her eyes softening. “I’ve always loved how something so simple, like a flower, can brighten up a whole space.”

Chanhee nodded thoughtfully. He was amazed by how effortlessly Daisy could speak about something so personal, her passion shining through her words. “It’s like you’re creating little worlds with each plant.”

Daisy’s smile widened, and she nodded. “Exactly. A garden isn’t just a space for plants, you know? It’s a place to be yourself. To take your time and enjoy the quiet.”

Chanhee felt something stir in his chest, a soft warmth spreading as he looked at her. He had always admired people who were genuinely passionate about what they did, but there was something about Daisy that felt different. Her energy wasn’t just about the plants; it was the way she brought that same quiet, gentle warmth into every corner of the world around her.

She looked up at him, catching his gaze. “You’re really quiet today,” she noted, her voice light but teasing. “Usually, you’re full of ideas for the vlog.”

Chanhee snapped out of his thoughts, blushing slightly. “I—I guess I’m just… enjoying the moment.” He grinned awkwardly, trying to recover from his momentary lapse. “And maybe a little distracted by your work.”

Daisy chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re not the first to be distracted by a garden.” She winked playfully before returning to her task.

The next few hours passed in a comfortable silence, the kind that only came when two people were content with just being in each other’s presence. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow across the yard, Daisy finished the final touches of the flower bed.

Chanhee stepped back, admiring the transformation. “It looks amazing. Seriously. I can’t believe how much you’ve changed this place.”

Daisy smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. “Glad you like it. It’s a lot of work, but it’s worth it.”

Chanhee’s gaze lingered on her, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest. It was strange, but lately, he found himself thinking about her more than he had planned. The way she made him feel—like everything was a little bit brighter, a little bit more meaningful—was something he hadn’t expected. He hadn’t planned on becoming so fond of her, but here he was, looking at her as though she were the most important part of his day.

“Thanks, Daisy,” he said softly, his voice sincere.

She looked at him, meeting his eyes with that same warm smile. “Anytime, Chanhee. Anytime.”

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The days had become a blur of routine for Chanhee, but it was a routine that carried the subtle weight of something more. Daisy’s visits, the shared smiles, the small moments of laughter—all of it began to feel like something worth holding onto. He found himself looking forward to her presence more than he expected. The garden had flourished under her care, and so had something else—an unspoken connection that hovered between them, like the delicate petals of the daisies she planted.

It was another Saturday when Daisy arrived, a soft breeze ruffling her hair as she approached with a basket of freshly cut flowers. The golden hour light was perfect, casting a warm glow over everything. Chanhee was already out on the porch, adjusting his camera for his next vlog.

“Hey there,” she greeted him with that same bright smile that always made his heart race a little faster. “Got a new batch of flowers for you. Thought these would add a nice pop of color.”

Chanhee turned to face her, trying his best to act casual, though his thoughts were anything but. “I’m starting to think you’re secretly trying to make me fall in love with gardening,” he teased, though there was a hint of sincerity in his voice.

Daisy laughed softly as she set the basket down on the porch. “Well, if I’m being honest, I think you’re already there. Your vlogs have been all about the garden lately.” She raised an eyebrow playfully. “Who’s the real star here, hm?”

Chanhee chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, maybe I’ve been talking about it a lot… But you can’t deny how much better this place looks now.”

Daisy’s eyes softened, her smile gentle. “I’m just glad it’s helping. You seemed like you needed a change of scenery when you first moved in. It’s nice to see you enjoying it.”

He wasn’t sure why, but hearing her say that made his chest tighten. It was as if she could see something in him that he hadn’t even realized. A need for change, for something more than the usual hustle of his vlogs and work. Her presence was like the calm after a storm, soothing in a way he couldn’t quite describe.

“Honestly, I never imagined how much it would mean to have a garden,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I guess I never took the time to appreciate the little things.”

Daisy nodded thoughtfully. “Sometimes, it’s the little things that make the biggest difference.”

The silence that followed was comfortable, as if neither of them felt the need to fill it with words. Chanhee couldn’t help but watch her as she moved around, arranging the flowers in the basket, her fingers moving with the kind of care that came naturally to her. He admired the way she seemed at peace, grounded in the small, beautiful things in life.

“So, are you ever going to tell me why you call yourself Daisy?” Chanhee asked after a moment, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

Daisy paused, her eyes flicking up to meet his, as if caught off guard by the question. She didn’t answer right away, and Chanhee could see the slight hesitation in her expression. He immediately regretted asking, afraid he’d pushed too far.

But then, she smiled softly, the kind of smile that seemed to hold a quiet secret. “It’s just something my dad started calling me when I was little,” she explained. “I was always picking flowers, always with my head in the clouds. I guess it just stuck.”

Chanhee was quiet for a moment, letting her words sink in. It made sense now, the way she seemed so at ease with nature, with the simple act of nurturing life. There was a quiet grace to her, something that made everything feel more… real.

He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the weight of the moment. “I think it suits you,” he said, his voice a little softer than usual.

Daisy looked at him, her smile a little more knowing. “Thanks,” she said quietly. “I think you’re one of the few people who get it.”

Chanhee felt his heart skip a beat, the connection between them deepening in a way he wasn’t sure how to navigate. But he didn’t need to say anything more. The way she looked at him, the warmth in her eyes, said everything that words couldn’t.

Just then, Changmin and Jacob appeared at the edge of the porch, laughing as they approached, pulling Chanhee’s attention away from the moment. He straightened, clearing his throat.

“Hey, what’s up?” Chanhee greeted them, a little flustered now.

Jacob raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at his lips as he glanced between him and Daisy. “I see you two are getting pretty cozy over there,” he teased.

Changmin smirked. “Do I smell romance in the air?”

Daisy chuckled, the playful banter easing some of the tension that had built up inside Chanhee. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. “You guys are impossible.”

Jacob shrugged, looking back at Daisy. “I don’t know. Could be nice, right?” he said with a wink before turning to Chanhee. “Come on, you know you’ve been filming, right? Let’s see the footage.”

Chanhee groaned. “You guys are so predictable.”

As they moved to the backyard to set up for the vlog, Daisy stayed behind, sitting on the porch steps. Chanhee glanced over his shoulder at her before walking toward the others. Her presence, her warmth, lingered in the air, leaving him with a sense of quiet anticipation. Something was changing, and it wasn’t just the garden.

Something between him and Daisy was beginning to bloom.

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The following week, the air was still heavy with the lingering tension that Chanhee had come to recognize as the unspoken connection between him and Daisy. He was doing his best to keep things light—filming his vlogs, editing, and staying busy with his friends. But there was no denying that Daisy’s presence had somehow become a steady rhythm in his life. He found himself anticipating her visits more than he expected. Every time she came, it was as if the house itself became brighter, filled with an energy that was impossible to ignore.

On that Saturday morning, the sun was peeking over the horizon, painting the sky with soft pinks and oranges. Chanhee had set out to capture the morning light for his latest vlog, positioning the camera just right by the garden. His hands moved almost automatically, adjusting the lens, while his mind seemed to drift elsewhere.

His thoughts, unsurprisingly, drifted to Daisy. He hadn’t meant to spend so much time thinking about her, but there it was—her bright smile, the way she laughed, the gentle way she took care of the garden. The way she always brought something new to the space—whether it was flowers, plants, or simply her presence.

The sound of footsteps brought him out of his reverie. He turned, and there she was, walking down the path toward him, a basket of fresh daisies hanging from her arm. She waved when she saw him, and a soft smile curved on her lips.

“Morning,” she called out, her voice light and cheerful, as if she hadn’t noticed the quiet tension that always seemed to simmer between them.

“Hey,” Chanhee replied, his voice a little too warm for his liking. He cleared his throat quickly, trying to regain some semblance of control over his racing thoughts. “You’re early today.”

Daisy shrugged, walking up the porch steps with a playful grin. “I figured I’d come by before the sun gets too high. Plus, I know you’ve got a lot to film today.”

Chanhee smiled back, feeling the familiarity of her words settle into a comfortable rhythm. “Well, I definitely need all the help I can get,” he teased. “You’re the one who makes everything look good, not me.”

Daisy chuckled and shook her head. “It’s the garden that looks good. I’m just here to help it along.”

As she set down the basket of flowers on the table, her hands brushed against his lightly. The brief contact sent a small jolt through him, a spark of something he didn’t know how to name.

“You know,” Daisy said, suddenly serious as she looked at him, “you’ve been doing a great job with these vlogs. I’ve seen your latest uploads—your viewers seem to love the garden content.”

Chanhee smiled at the compliment, but something about the way she said it made his chest tighten. There was a soft admiration in her voice, but also a kind of careful distance. As if she was holding back, unsure of how far to let things go.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, unsure of how to reply to the undercurrent of emotion that had slipped into the conversation. He gestured to the flowers. “I think these will look great in the video today. You’re right. It’s the little things that make all the difference.”

Daisy didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she knelt down to arrange the flowers in a vase, her fingers gentle as she worked. Chanhee stood beside her, feeling oddly out of place, as if there were words between them that hadn’t been said yet.

“So,” Daisy finally spoke, her voice softer than usual, “have you thought about what you’re going to do with this place once the garden’s all set up? I mean, you’ve already got the vlogs going. But… what’s next for you?”

Chanhee blinked, caught off guard by the question. “What do you mean?”

She glanced up at him briefly before turning back to the flowers. “I guess I just wonder if you’re happy here. You moved all the way out to the countryside for a reason, right?”

There it was again—the way she saw right through him. He hadn’t even realized he’d been trying to avoid the question, but Daisy was too perceptive to let it slide. His first instinct was to brush it off, to keep things light and easy. But something about her made him want to be honest.

“I thought I’d come out here to get away from everything,” he said, his voice thoughtful. “But I guess I didn’t really know what I was looking for. I think I needed more than just a quiet place to film.”

Daisy looked at him now, her gaze steady and warm. “And do you think you’ve found it?”

Chanhee hesitated. He didn’t know what to say, not because he didn’t have an answer, but because the answer felt more personal than he was ready to admit. “Maybe,” he said softly, meeting her eyes. “Maybe I’m still figuring it out.”

Daisy nodded, her smile returning, though it seemed a little wistful. “I think that’s all any of us can do,” she said gently. “Figuring it out, little by little.”

The words hung in the air between them, a kind of quiet understanding. For a moment, everything felt simple—there was no pressure, no expectations. Just two people, existing in the same space, quietly sharing the journey.

Chanhee didn’t know where this was heading, but in that moment, he realized he didn’t need to. With Daisy, everything felt like it was unfolding naturally, as though they were both in the right place at the right time.

He smiled, his heart lighter than it had been in a while. “Thanks, Daisy.”

She gave him a soft, knowing smile, and then turned back to the flowers. “You’re welcome.”

The breeze picked up, rustling the leaves around them. In that moment, everything seemed to slow down, as though the world itself was holding its breath.

Chanhee didn’t know what would happen next, but he was beginning to understand that maybe that was okay.

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The days seemed to pass in a blur, filled with filming, editing, and moments with Daisy that Chanhee now cherished. Each visit felt like a new chapter, each one more comfortable than the last. There was a rhythm to it now, a gentle pulse that made the house feel like a home instead of just a place to live. As the weeks went by, Chanhee found himself looking forward to Daisy’s visits—not only for the flowers or the garden work, but for her company.

It wasn’t just her laughter or her warmth. It was something deeper—something unspoken but unmistakable. They had developed a quiet understanding, a connection that neither of them had explicitly acknowledged but both had felt.

It was a late afternoon when Chanhee found himself lost in a particularly complicated editing session, the soft hum of his laptop filling the otherwise silent room. The garden, once lush and colorful under Daisy’s careful care, had become a fixture in his videos, the background of so many of his latest uploads. Yet, despite the garden’s success, something was gnawing at Chanhee. He had grown comfortable with Daisy, but the underlying tension between them—the unspoken attraction, the lingering moments of connection—hadn’t gone anywhere. And the more time he spent with her, the more he realized how little he truly knew about her.

As he set the footage to render, he leaned back in his chair and stared out of the window, watching the sun dip lower in the sky. The air had that sweet, familiar fragrance of early summer, and the world outside seemed still and peaceful. But his thoughts were anything but still.

A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the clock—4:30 PM. It was Daisy.

“Come in!” he called, turning back to his laptop and minimizing the editing software.

The door creaked open, and in walked Daisy, her boots tapping lightly on the wooden floor. She was carrying a small basket filled with what appeared to be fresh herbs and flowers, her usual smile lighting up her face.

“Hey,” she said casually, setting the basket down on the table. “I thought you might want some rosemary. It’ll help with the garden. Plus, it smells really good.”

Chanhee stood up, walking over to her. “Thanks, that’s really thoughtful.” He took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent of rosemary and lavender. “This place always smells like the best herb garden when you’re around.”

She laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I try. It’s a good distraction, you know? Plants, flowers—they’re all so simple. It’s like they don’t need anything complicated to thrive.”

Chanhee smiled, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment too long. It was easy to lose himself in her presence—her unassuming charm, the way she spoke with such sincerity.

“You’re really good at this,” he said, gesturing to the basket. “I don’t think I’d have a clue how to care for plants like you do.”

Daisy shrugged nonchalantly, but Chanhee noticed the way she blushed just slightly. “It’s just something I’ve always enjoyed. It’s like… therapy, I guess. Helps me focus, you know?”

Chanhee nodded. He understood that more than she knew. Creating vlogs, filming, editing—those were his forms of therapy, his escape. But it was different with Daisy. He didn’t feel the same need to escape when he was with her. The world felt simpler, even for just a moment.

“Have you always wanted to work with plants?” he asked, stepping closer to her, feeling the distance between them shrink.

Daisy paused, her fingers gently grazing the leaves of a nearby plant. “I’ve always loved nature,” she said, her tone a little more introspective. “When I was younger, my mom used to take me to this little garden by our house. It was her favorite place. I think that’s when I realized how much I liked flowers—how they’re not just pretty to look at but… they can actually make you feel better. Like, in a real way.”

Chanhee watched her carefully, noticing the soft vulnerability in her voice. There was something in her words that seemed to echo his own feelings. He had never really thought about it that way before.

“That’s… kind of beautiful,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. He wasn’t sure if he was talking about the flowers or about the way she said it—how real and honest it sounded.

Daisy met his eyes, and for a brief second, the room seemed to hold its breath. Neither of them spoke, but the moment stretched between them, comfortable and warm.

Finally, Daisy cleared her throat, breaking the silence. “Anyway, I’m rambling. I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you have more editing to do.”

Chanhee blinked, as though waking up from a dream, and then smiled. “No, it’s fine. Stay a little longer.”

Daisy raised an eyebrow. “You sure? I’m not exactly the most exciting company.”

“I don’t mind,” Chanhee said, a small but genuine smile curving his lips. “Actually, I think your company’s more interesting than anything else.”

She studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable, before she sighed in mock defeat. “Okay, fine. I’ll stay.”

They both settled into the couch, the basket of herbs between them. The conversation shifted easily, moving from plants to their favorite childhood memories to random trivia. It was light and easy, the way they always seemed to talk. But beneath the casual chatter, something was shifting. Chanhee couldn’t quite place it, but the connection between them felt more solid than it had been before.

As the evening stretched on and the sun dipped below the horizon, Chanhee found himself reluctant to break the quiet spell that had settled between them. There was no rush to end the conversation, no need for either of them to fill the space with words. Just the comfort of being in each other’s company.

And for the first time in a long while, Chanhee realized that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to look forward to something beyond the garden, beyond the vlogs, beyond anything he had planned.

Perhaps he was starting to look forward to Daisy herself.

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The days following Chanhee’s moment of clarity had been strange. He couldn’t stop thinking about Daisy—the way she smiled, the sound of her laugh, the way her hands moved as she worked in the garden. But more than anything, it was her words, her openness that lingered in his mind.

“I think that’s when I realized how much I liked flowers—how they’re not just pretty to look at but… they can actually make you feel better. Like, in a real way.”

Those words had followed him into his editing room, into the garden, into the small moments he shared with her. He didn’t realize it at the time, but hearing her speak so candidly about something that meant so much to her had opened something inside him—a door to a deeper connection. He couldn’t ignore it anymore.

He had to fix things.

The next day, after Daisy’s usual visit, Chanhee had made up his mind. He didn’t want things to stay like this—quiet, uncertain. No. He wanted to know her better, truly know her. And if he was going to do that, he needed to apologize for the awkwardness of his recent vlog.

Daisy’s smile had been so bright when she left, but her eyes—her eyes had held something else, something he couldn’t quite read. A hesitation? Or maybe he was just projecting his own uncertainty. Either way, he couldn’t let things sit like this.

He picked up his phone and texted her: Hey, are you free later today? I need to talk to you about something.

He bit his lip, staring at the screen. What if she didn’t reply? What if she thought he was being weird? He let out a breath and hit send.

A few minutes later, his phone buzzed. It was a reply.

Sure, I’m free after 5. Is everything okay?

Chanhee let out a small sigh of relief. He quickly typed back: Yeah, it’s all good. Just wanted to clear something up.

He wasn’t sure what exactly he was going to say, but he knew he had to be honest. About everything.

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By the time 5 PM rolled around, Chanhee was pacing around the living room, his heart racing. He tried to distract himself by fiddling with his camera equipment, but it did little to calm his nerves. He kept checking the clock, waiting for Daisy to arrive.

When she finally knocked, it was like a breath of fresh air to him. He was relieved to see her, but also more nervous than he expected.

“Hey,” Daisy greeted him with a soft smile, her eyes a little guarded. “What’s up?”

“Hi,” Chanhee said, a little too quickly. “I—I just wanted to talk. About the vlog.” He stepped aside to let her in. “Can we sit down?”

Daisy glanced at him, her brow furrowed slightly, but she nodded. “Sure.”

They both sat down on the couch, a little awkwardly at first. Chanhee’s gaze darted around the room, his fingers tapping nervously on his lap.

“I… I realize I made a mistake with the last video,” he said, his voice quiet. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I didn’t think about how the viewers might interpret things. I just wanted to show how amazing the garden looked, and you were a huge part of that. But I didn’t think about what you might want.”

Daisy looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, her eyes softening. “I’m not mad,” she said slowly, “but I’m not used to being in the spotlight like that. You know? I don’t really like people speculating about me or making assumptions. It’s… weird.”

Chanhee nodded, guilt rising in his chest. “I get it. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have posted it without talking to you first. I just… I don’t know. You’re part of something I’m proud of, and I wanted to share it, but I didn’t think it through.”

Daisy was quiet for a moment, and for a split second, Chanhee wondered if he had ruined everything. But then, she smiled—a small, understanding smile.

“It’s okay,” she said, her voice soft. “I appreciate you saying that. It means a lot. And… I know you didn’t mean any harm.”

Chanhee let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He smiled at her, grateful for her understanding. “Thank you.”

There was a moment of silence between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It felt different—like a weight had been lifted. It was still uncertain, but in a way, that felt okay.

“So,” Daisy said after a beat, her voice light, “what happens now? Are you going to put me in your next video?”

Chanhee laughed, though there was a nervous edge to it. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ll film you again without asking first.” He paused, looking at her earnestly. “But if you ever want to be in one, I’ll make sure it’s something you’re comfortable with.”

Daisy smiled, a genuine, warm smile. “That’s fair.” She leaned back against the couch, her shoulders relaxing. “Thanks for being honest, Chanhee. I appreciate it.”

Chanhee nodded, feeling his chest lighten. “No problem.”

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They ended up spending the rest of the evening talking—no more awkward silences, just the easy flow of conversation that had always existed between them. They talked about their favorite books, their childhood memories, and how Daisy wanted to start her own business someday. It was simple, but it was real.

As Daisy stood up to leave, she turned to him with a soft smile. “I’m glad we talked,” she said. “It feels like… we’re on the same page now.”

Chanhee smiled back, his heart warming at the sincerity in her eyes. “Me too. I’m glad we’re okay.”

And for the first time in a long while, Chanhee felt certain about something—he was starting to understand Daisy, in a way he hadn’t before. And maybe, just maybe, that was the start of something even more meaningful.

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The evening air had a crisp bite to it as Chanhee stood outside, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The garden was quiet, the soft hum of crickets filling the air. It felt like the perfect moment, yet Chanhee couldn’t shake the feeling that he was about to do something huge—something that could change everything.

He’d spent days thinking about this moment. After their conversation, things felt lighter, but there was still something he hadn’t said. Something that lingered in his chest, just waiting to be shared.

He looked up at the sky. It was a clear night, the stars scattered like diamonds above him. His thoughts drifted to Daisy, and how, every time she smiled at him, it felt like the world was a little bit brighter. He wasn’t sure when it had happened—when he’d gone from being just a guy who filmed a vlog to someone who genuinely cared about her. But it had happened. He couldn’t deny it anymore.

Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him from his thoughts. It was a message from Daisy: “On my way. Be there soon!”

Chanhee smiled to himself. He didn’t know why, but the thought of seeing her again, talking to her more, made his heart race.

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A few minutes later, Daisy appeared at the entrance of the garden, her silhouette framed by the glow of the porch light. She wore a light jacket, her hair down and a little windblown. As she approached, Chanhee’s heart skipped a beat, his nerves returning in full force.

“Hey,” she greeted, her voice soft but warm, the same as it always was. “What’s all this about? You said you wanted to talk, but you didn’t say about what.”

Chanhee chuckled nervously. “I know, I know. I’m sorry for being so cryptic.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, clearly amused. “You’re being dramatic. Just tell me already.”

He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I—uh, I wanted to show you something.” He gestured to the small area of the garden that he had carefully prepared. It wasn’t much, but he’d set up a picnic blanket with a few pillows, a small lantern flickering nearby, and a few candles scattered on the ground. The garden, as usual, was alive with the soft colors of flowers, and the air smelled of sweet jasmine. The setup was cozy and inviting.

Daisy blinked in surprise. “What’s this?”

Chanhee shrugged, a bit sheepish. “I just thought… maybe we could have a quiet evening, away from everything. I wanted to make it up to you for being a little thoughtless before. And, well, I didn’t want things to stay weird between us.”

Daisy’s eyes softened as she stepped closer, her gaze falling to the small setup. “This is… really sweet of you,” she said, her voice full of appreciation. “I didn’t expect this at all.”

Chanhee smiled shyly, trying to keep his nerves in check. “I know it’s not much. But I just… I wanted to do something nice for you. I don’t want to make the same mistake again, you know? I want you to feel comfortable, like we’re friends.”

She looked at him for a moment, a soft expression on her face. Then, she nodded. “I’d like that.”

With a warm smile, Chanhee gestured for her to sit down. “Join me? I promise no cameras this time.”

Daisy chuckled, a quiet, melodic sound that made Chanhee’s chest tighten with fondness. “Alright. No cameras, I swear.”

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The night unfolded slowly, as the two of them settled onto the blanket. They talked about their lives—simple, everyday things, the kinds of conversations that didn’t require effort. It was easy, like they’d always known each other.

“I didn’t expect to be living in a place like this,” Chanhee confessed, taking a sip from the bottle of juice he’d brought out. “I thought it would be harder, to make this place into something worth filming, but it’s… actually kind of perfect.”

Daisy smiled, looking around at the garden with a soft expression. “It suits you,” she said, glancing at him. “It’s peaceful here. I like it.”

Chanhee looked at her, his heart pounding a little. There was something in her eyes that made him want to say more, do more. But for now, he was content with this quiet connection.

As the evening wore on, the sky grew darker, the stars above them twinkling like tiny sparks. Daisy rested her head on the pillow beside him, and Chanhee felt a warm calm settle over him.

“This is nice,” she murmured softly, closing her eyes for a moment. “I needed this.”

Chanhee smiled softly, feeling something stir inside of him. “Me too. I think we both did.”

The words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. There was no need for more words. Everything was in the simple comfort of the night, in the quiet, in the unspoken understanding that had been building between them.

Then, softly, Daisy shifted to look at him. “You know,” she began, her voice quiet, “I never thought I’d meet someone like you here. You’re… different from the kind of people I usually meet. In a good way.”

Chanhee blinked, his heart racing at her words. He had no idea what she meant, but the sincerity in her voice was enough to send a ripple of warmth through him.

“I’m glad you think that,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Daisy smiled, and for a moment, Chanhee swore the world stopped. Her smile, so gentle and kind, made his chest feel tight, like all the stars above were concentrated in that one small, perfect moment.

He didn’t know where things would go from here—what would happen next. But as he sat there beside her, under the quiet comfort of the stars, he was certain of one thing: this, whatever it was, was just the beginning.

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The soft rustling of the leaves was the only sound that filled the air, save for the occasional chirp of a cricket. Chanhee couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the girl sitting next to him. Daisy’s presence was like a quiet comfort, something that had crept into his life so naturally, he almost didn’t realize how much it meant to him until now.

As the night wore on, the candles flickered and the soft glow of the lantern cast gentle shadows over their little makeshift picnic. The sky above was now studded with more stars than he had ever noticed, and the world felt peaceful. But as he glanced at Daisy, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was simmering between them, something he hadn’t been brave enough to acknowledge until now.

He had always prided himself on being able to stay calm, to keep his emotions in check, especially when it came to personal matters. But something about Daisy made everything feel more intense. There was a quiet pull toward her that he couldn’t ignore, and tonight, sitting in the garden with her, under the stars, he realized how long he had been holding back from something he didn’t even fully understand.

“You know,” Chanhee began, his voice softer than usual, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately.” He paused, unsure if he should continue. This wasn’t something he typically shared. The vulnerability of it felt too exposed, too much like laying his heart bare. But Daisy was different.

She turned to face him, her eyes catching the dim glow of the lantern. “Thinking about what?”

Chanhee swallowed, his heart pounding. He looked down at the grass between them, then back at her. “About us. About how everything seems to… fit when you’re around. I wasn’t expecting to feel like this. Not so soon.”

Daisy blinked, her lips parting as if to say something, but the words didn’t come right away. Her expression softened, a mix of surprise and something else that Chanhee couldn’t quite place.

“I wasn’t expecting it either,” she admitted after a beat. “But here we are.” She shifted closer, her movements slow, as if she were choosing her words carefully. “I like being around you, Chanhee. I like how easy it is to talk to you. I like how you make me feel like I can just… be myself.”

Chanhee’s heart leaped at her words, the honesty in them making him feel lighter. He could hear the sincerity in her voice, and it made everything inside him feel warm, safe.

“I don’t know where this is going,” she continued, her voice quiet but steady, “but I don’t want it to stop. Whatever this is.”

The way she said it sent a rush of emotions through him—relief, joy, and something deeper. It was exactly what he needed to hear, more than anything else. He had been holding his feelings back for so long, too afraid to acknowledge them, but Daisy’s words made him feel seen, understood.

“I don’t want it to stop either,” he confessed, his words coming out more easily now, as though the weight of them had finally been lifted. “I think… I think I’ve been falling for you, Daisy. In a way that I can’t ignore anymore.”

Daisy’s breath caught at his confession, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. The stillness hung between them, comfortable and knowing. Finally, Daisy reached out, her hand gently brushing against his. It was a small touch, but it felt like the world shifted ever so slightly.

“Chanhee,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I think I’ve been falling for you too.”

The words, so simple and yet so profound, settled in the air around them like a promise. Her hand rested in his, and Chanhee could feel the warmth of it spreading up his arm, through his chest. It was as though all the unspoken things between them had found their voice, and now that they were finally acknowledged, the world felt even more connected.

He didn’t need anything more in that moment. Everything was there, unspoken yet understood. He leaned in slowly, his gaze never leaving hers, and in that quiet garden under the stars, he kissed her.

It wasn’t rushed, nor was it filled with the pressure of expectation. It was soft, gentle, and full of everything they had shared—every word, every laugh, every stolen glance. It was the perfect kiss for the perfect moment, the kind of kiss that felt like the beginning of something important.

When they pulled away, both of them were breathless, their hearts beating in sync. Daisy’s eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted, and her smile was brighter than the stars above them.

“I think this is just the beginning,” she said, her voice teasing but sincere.

Chanhee grinned, feeling lighter than he had in ages. “I hope so.”

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The night stretched on, but neither of them was ready to leave. They stayed there, in the garden, with only the stars above and the soft sounds of nature around them. For the first time in a long time, Chanhee felt like everything was right.

And as the hours slipped by, he realized that it wasn’t just about the stars or the quiet moments they shared. It was about something deeper, something that had begun the moment he opened the door to her with the bouquet of daisies. It was about Daisy, and how she made him feel seen, cared for, and understood in a way no one else had.

For Chanhee, this was the start of something beautiful—something that would grow just as surely as the daisies she planted in his life.

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The sun was just beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow across the yard as Chanhee and Daisy worked side by side in the garden. The once overgrown flower beds had transformed into a vibrant, colorful space, thanks to Daisy’s help. Now, as they carefully planted the last few flowers of the season, it felt like the end of a chapter.

Chanhee wiped his brow with the back of his hand, glancing over at Daisy, who was humming happily as she arranged the final row of daisies. Her presence had become something he looked forward to every week—no, every day. The way she smiled, the way her laugh was contagious, the way she made even the mundane tasks seem fun. It had become clear to him that he was more than just grateful for her company. He was… he was falling for her.

“So, what’s next for you?” Chanhee asked, trying to sound casual, though his heart was racing in his chest. “You’ve been talking about starting your own shop for a while now… any progress?”

Daisy paused, wiping dirt from her hands. “Actually, I’ve been looking at a small place near the town square. It’s perfect for a little flower shop. I just need to save up a bit more before I can make it happen.”

Chanhee smiled, his heart swelling with admiration. “That sounds amazing, Daisy. I know you’ll make it work. You’ve got that magic touch.”

Daisy blushed, looking down at her hands, but there was a quiet kind of happiness in her expression. “Thanks, Chanhee. That means a lot coming from you.”

There was a brief pause, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. Chanhee took a deep breath, feeling his nerves creep up. His words were at the edge of his mind, but they weren’t coming out easily.

“Hey, Daisy,” he started, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. “I’ve been thinking… a lot. About you. About us.”

Daisy’s expression shifted, and she looked up from the flowers, locking eyes with him. For a moment, neither of them said anything, and the air seemed to grow heavy, like it was holding its breath.

“You know, I—” Chanhee stopped himself, his cheeks suddenly warm. He wasn’t the type to get nervous, but something about Daisy made his words stumble.

Daisy took a step closer, her eyes soft but intense, and before he could lose his nerve, she spoke first.

“Chanhee, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” she asked gently, a small, playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

He hesitated, then nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “I think I’ve… I’ve really come to care about you. A lot.”

Daisy blinked, clearly surprised, but there was something in her eyes—something warm and fond. “Chanhee, I care about you too,” she said, her voice low, as if savoring the words. “I just didn’t know if you felt the same way.”

Chanhee smiled, his heart practically soaring now. He couldn’t quite believe it. After all this time, all the little moments they’d shared, it was finally happening.

But just as he thought he’d found the words to tell her how he felt, a loud sound from behind them startled them both. They whipped around to see Changmin, Jacob, and a few of their friends standing at the fence, all trying to look casual but clearly eavesdropping.

“Well, well, well, looks like someone’s finally confessing their feelings,” Changmin said with a grin, raising an eyebrow.

Chanhee groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You guys couldn’t just leave us alone for two minutes?”

Jacob chuckled from behind the fence. “Hey, we were waiting for you to finally get your act together. Took long enough.”

Daisy laughed, shaking her head. “You guys are impossible,” she said, her voice filled with amusement.

Chanhee couldn’t help but laugh too, the tension breaking as he caught Daisy’s eye. There was something about her—about their connection—that made everything feel right, even in this unexpected moment.

“I guess we’ll have to pick this up later?” he said with a grin, his heart still racing from the confession.

Daisy smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I think so. But don’t worry, Chanhee. I’m not going anywhere.”

And as the evening carried on with laughter and jokes, Chanhee knew one thing for sure—this was just the beginning of something beautiful. But for now, he was content to just enjoy the moment, his heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

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[lordoftheringsmusical]

Hi!

For some of the early watermill performances of the Lotr musical they had these special stamps that they put on peoples’ arms to designate them to a seating section, and I didn’t manage to get a photo of the design. I thought I’d ask around here if anyone had a photo of the stamp design or if anyone could remember what it looked like?

Thanks in advance! Love the blog, this musical was absolutely the greatest thing I’ve ever seen and it’s great to find others that love it too ✨

Hi there!

Thank you so much!! Running this blog is bringing me endless joy, not least because people like you are sharing their found memories of this beautiful show with me <3

(The wicker ring design was used throughout the Watermill run to help audience members find the entrance closest to their seat and ensure a swift move from the garden into the theatre during the show.)

Here's a screenshot from the Watermill Theatre's Access Pack for the show:

And here's how the stamps looked like 'in real life'; screenshot taken from MickeyJoTheatre's vlog:

I didn't take a picture of my own stamps either, but iirc I had black and red...? Not entirely sure anymore, though.

[heyybaejjk]

Plssss do a gabriel ohara × reader

pairings — childhood best friend! gabriel x fem! reader

summary — lil bit of gabriel content, idk what to write for a summary 😛

warnings — this was heavily rushed, angst 🥲🙏 mentions of blood, violence, happy ending, but in the 2nd chapter (yes theres gonna be a 2nd chapter)

a/n — whoever wrote this rq, im so sorry that this is short and very late 😞💞

Childhood best friend! Gabriel at the age of 7 takes your Barbie dolls away from you, not bothered with the way you cry tremendously loud.

"Give it back, Gabri!" you shout, snot and tears running down your small face, jumping up and down in the spot you stood on as you stomp your legs harshly against the floor.

The boy before you just giggles, "Nooo," he sings, dancing and twirling around with the pale doll in his hand.

"You idiot, just give it to her," another voice chimes in, stopping your cries instantly.

Gabriel looks over to the door and sees his older brother, Miguel, who was only a year only than the both of you. Gabriel rolls his eyes before chucking the doll over to you.

Childhood best friend! Gabriel at the age of 12, rides his bike over to your house, knocking on your door with a big smile on his face. Joined along, is Miguel, who was very much forced to tag along by his mother because he needed "protection"

"Look, Y/n! Look! Look!" Gabriel shouts in your face with a big grin on his face as you open the door with a confused look on his face.

He lifts the sleeve of his short sleeved shirt long enough, lifting up his whole arm with a proud smile.

You tilt your head in confusion, "I don't know what I'm supposed to be looking at, Gabri."

He scoffs, arm still in the air as he rolls his eyes. "It's right in front of your blind ass," he whispers, not wanting for your mother inside to hear his language.

"I grew an armpit hair," he flexes his non-existent muscles, "Ha! My mama said I'm a real man now."

"Yeah, you stink like one."

Childhood best friend! Gabriel at the age of 16, had gotten his first phone and made his first ever Instagram account.

After only choosing the cringiest username known to existence; @theyluvgabri , he presses onto the search button

The first account he searches for and follows is not his brothers, heck, not even his celebrity crush, the account he searches for first is yours.

His curious self scans the black profile pictures for all three of your untilted highlights. He taps on the first one, he sees a picture of you smiling with your eyes closed.

He admires everything about it. Tapping for the next picture to appear.

A video of you and your black cat, Honey, a name you chose for your cat that Gabriel laughed at non-stop, calling it the stupidest name ever.

He looks at all the photos of you and screenshots every single one of them. Unknowingly, a smile makes its way on his face.

The next highlight he ignores when he sees is all aesthetic photos of the sunset.

The one right after, he stops.

It's a picture of only you and him. And there were more photos of you and him compared to the rest of the other two highlights.

A photo of you two when you were babies, napping together.

A video of you and Gabriel. He always loved to tease you when you did little vlogs the moment you got your phone. He continues with the video, your phone is slightly slanted, you digging up a hole and showing the camera the seeds you stole from your mum's gardening shed. Not noticing Gabriel who comes up from behind you, holding a worm. He tiptoes slowly and places it on your shoulder.

"Omg! Look! Look!" he yells, feigning his worry.

He laughs to himself when the video cuts perfectly when you scream.

The next is a photo of you and him in a photo booth, you had your hand covering your beautiful smile as he used a strand of your hair and put it between his puckered lips and nose as a pretend moustache.

His heart flutters. That was the moment he knew his heart was for you.

That night, he rambles on and on to his older brother, Miguel.

"I think I like her, Miggs."

"Then tell her you idiot."

Childhood best friend! Gabriel at the age of 17 punches the living shit out of the boy who stood in front of him.

How fucking dare he?

He dared to open his mouth about you.

Gabriel had missed his best friend. You were at home sick in bed, so he sent a quick message saying he missed you, and to get well soon before making his way to class.

All the noise around him was nothing to hin, until he walks by and overheard a group of boys saying your name. Foul, disgusting things were said.

Gabriel pulls the main friend of the group by the shoulder and punches him right in the nose.

Everything turns into a chaotic clutter in a matter of seconds, bloodied noses, bruised cheeks and bruised knuckles.

Gabriel pushes, pulls, kicks and punches. Anything to defend his friend who wasn't there.

Anything to keep his friend's name out of another guy's disgusting mouth.

He feels a strong pull on his collar, disconnected from the guy he lunged at.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

It was Miguel's voice.

Of fucking course, Gabriel thinks.

"It was him! He fucking started it," the guy opposite Gabriel, his name being John, yells with anger, spitting at him while doing so.

Gabriel growls and tries to lunge at him but is stopped when Miguel pushes him back with one hand, the other holding the other guy back as well.

"Say sorry, you fucking idiot! Keep my girl's name out your mouth, cabrón!" Gabriel shouts. His words don't even phase him the slightest. It does, however, bother the older O'Hara sibling. If Gabriel even noticed the hesitation in Miguel's eyes.

"Tone it down, Gabri," Miguel glares.

Those around the main three stood in silence. The flashes of their phone turn off, all looking at Gabriel.

John dares to chuckle and smirk, his brow raises, "Your girl? That's funny, Gabriel."

"What the fuck are you lauging at?" Gabriel hisses.

The guy scoffs before hiding his sly smile, "It's just funny 'cause last time I saw your so-called girl, she was kissin' up to Miguel."

Gabriel's heart stops.

"Right, Miguel?" John adds to the fire that burned Gabriel's heart.

Miguel averts his gaze when Gabriel looks at him. His heart shatters when his brother looks to the ground.

"I fucking hate you," he pushes his brother away and runs out of the school building.

Childhood best friend! Gabriel who unadds and blocks you on everything he had you on the same night without giving an explanation.

there's going to be a pt 2 dw dawg 🤞

[ravi73079]

Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew - London Attractions | Part 1

[maykitz]

please recommend some asmr channels 🙏

ok i'm going to assume you're familiar with the big names like goodnight moon (big favourite), latte, tingting and ppomo. if not...get the hell on youtube.

i almost exclusively listen to female voiced roleplays so that's going to be really obvious here.

one of my favourite channels i've ever found is moonlight cottage asmr. her voice is beautiful, intelligent and a little bit more mature and the french accent just hits. her historical videos are compelling, you can tell they're passion projects and she is quite an actress.

another definite recommend is ALB in whisperland. she has a gentle voice, her soft speaking is so good, and she has a lot of videos where she delicately does things with her beautiful hands, which i like a lot.

some more in no particular order:

-aen ani asmr. i feel like she's so underrated. she mainly does fantasy roleplays in costumes and the channel is still a bit small so you have a good chance of getting a reply or your request being included in a video. it's not like, insanely polished and high production value but i like it.

-asmr mood. speaks russian but many are subtitled in english. oftentimes has fanservice and is one of the few asmrtists (on my list, maybe even in general) who usually presumes the viewer as male. i don't care about it but it means there's no makeup videos (which i find boring). and as i've said before, when the russian language k and t sounds come out in asmr i... no, i shan't say.

-amy kay asmr. pretty much exclusively roleplays and usually has interesting concepts (ie not the 5 millionth makeup and cranial nerve exam). confident and charismatic and is a bit more peppy in the way she speaks rather than the, like, pure bedtime voices.

-eunzel asmr. korean with english subs + english spoken videos. roleplays, also weird and odd triggers. i've rewatched both of her "doctor asking you insanely personal questions" videos many times.

-bluewhisper. first asmr video i ever watched was her (sadly quickly deleted) "rescuing harambe" video which got screenshotted and i think gave her a lot of negative attention because her sense of humour is playing it completely straight and people are obsessed with being smarter than the person being ironic. she does simple roleplays, vlogs, flips through the new burpee seed catalog once a year for her garden and opens pokemon cards.

-seafoam kitten asmr. if you remember the "adorable organ harvester uwu asmr" screenshot going around, that's her. she does weird, cringe-humour roleplays. she also has a slightly risque one where you get indoctrinated into being a "love pet" puppy which i think would do numbers on here.

-myaling asmr. english with korean accent. mostly long roleplays, very sweet voice and puts great effort into having a lot of props, background detail etc. often has cinematic intros which i love. her "aesthetic school outfit styling" has probably my favourite intro scene i've ever seen in asmr.

-callie blossom asmr. she's strikingly beautiful and has a "girl who's secretly obsessed with you" series that is very popular with lesbians for good reason.

-maya winky asmr. silly, fast paced humour asmr. i feel bad not saying more but like just look at her channel lol

-mid mod meridian asmr. american accent. older lady who does 50s, 60s and 70s themed roleplays. not to be like aww sweet grandma but. yeah.

-ella asmr. korean with english subs. a lot of scifi themed videos with special effects, surgery on you and mechanical equipment sounds.

-whispering willow asmr. nice, simple, basic roleplays, usually in the 20-30 min range. i like when videos aren't too long because i usually clock out after 5 minutes anyway.

-african xhosa asmr. criminally underrated. she speaks and has a few videos teaching phrases in xhosa, a south african language with clicks that i've never even heard before. also talks about history and culture often.

-90sfairyasmr. relatively new channel with not too many videos, she mostly flips through y2k/1990s teen magazines so far.

-asmr emiko ffujio. no talking, but has cool slimes and fake cooking.

-gentle whispering asmr. a very big channel, russian accented. i like her voice and soft speaking a lot but her topics tend to bore me a bit. it's generally beauty focused.

-triniti j asmr. american accent. i havent watched a lot of hers because they're usually beauty focused, but for example in the "best friend picks out your smell goods" she gets really close to the mic and chews gum which creates a speaking sound i like a lot. idk how to describe it lol

-pelagea asmr. doesn't upload on youtube anymore but a lot of backlog. mostly more or less fanservicey videos that get a bit unintentionally silly and too much sometimes. i mainly recommend her "100 ways to kiss" video with the lesbian bait thumbnail that got her 13 million views.

now feel free to recommend ME some i don't know yet.

[zeethesimmer1]

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[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

If the TLH Squad Had Social Media, Part II

Because everyone seemed to like Part I so much!

Lucie and Cordelia will occasionally host dramatic readings of The Beautiful Cordelia (and The Wicked Queen Cordelia) together. They take reader input for plotlines and Lucie will slap them together.

Matthew has an entire Instagram page devoted to Oscar photos. It has millions of followers. He's Big Mad that Oscar has more followers than he does on main.

James and Matthew stream video games sometimes. James takes it very seriously and tries to be good at it. Matthew does not take it seriously and is balls-to-the-walls insane. Matthew's method is very well received. James is envious and Does Not Understand that this is what the internet's for.

And now my Matthew and Thomastair biases are about to come out again btw I am SO sorry

Matthew's Sponsorship Gifts

Matthew has an extremely popular travel vlog and people LOVE him. He has a really charming and witty personality that just amasses an enormous fan base. He probably has the most fans of everyone in the cast, neck-in-neck with Alastair who is widely beloved for his dry wit and commentary.

In any case, people begin trying to send Matthew fan gifts. He doesn't have a permanent address, so he announces that they should send EVERYTHING to 102 Cornwall Gardens. He then begins accepting sponsorship gifts, but he only takes the most outrageous and useless ones to prank Alastair and have them sent to his house.

Thomas and Alastair end up with a life-size Tardis phone booth. They end up with fake-marble and bronze statues of the greats (that Thomas constantly compares in his head to Alastair's physique and finds lacking). They end up with a broken but big grandfather clock and an enormous chair shaped like a hamburger. This is inconvenient because Thomas has to haul them into the house (though Alastair doesn't mind watching).

Just when the two of them have fucking had enough, Matthew sends them one final sponsorship gift: a Grotrian grand piano. He's apparently saved up a ton of sponsorship money to surprise them. Alastair has admired them forever and he is so touched he almost cries.

The prank sponsorship gifts stop after that.

Thomas and Duolingo

Thomas Lightwood would fuckin love Duolingo. It's got languages. It's got an owl. He thinks it's the best thing ever invented. He was born to do Duolingo.

He and Alastair sign up for different languages together and will try to outpace each other. This competition helps them both learn. When guests (see: the rest of the TLH cast) some over, they'll gossip about them in their target languages in front of them. Matthew suspects something's up.

Offhandedly, Alastair mentions that he Does Not Like Duo. He feels threatened by the app notifications telling him he'll show up at his house if he forgets to practice his Turkish. He specifically cites his 'beady little eyes.'

Matthew uses his terrible artistic skills to paint a VERY CURSED image of Duo. With HUGE eyes. And he hangs it on the wall outside Alastair's bedroom while he's shut inside it.

The screams can be heard all across London.

[bread-roses-and-chrome]

The Account of the Gardener (Part 1)

The old man knelt down on the wooden floor. Aching knees, tired mind, but a smile on his lips, his vitality unmatched even in his twilight years. His wrinkled hands, the color of russet brown, slipped into green gloves stained with crumbling dirt. 

Delicately, as if cradling his firstborn child of long ago, he picked up a single pot of polished clay, and the plant within. Iridescent, painted like classical pottery. With gold trim and authentic pigment.

The Gardener thought the aesthetics were a bit much. But he worked on the plant regardless, admiring the beauty that lay within. His eyes, 'restyled', bright and emerald green, looked the plant over. Through the machinery incorporated into his senses of sight and scent. Humidity, growth, physical deformities, pests reconfiguring fluid channels. 

Disease. Most of all.

They called it the bee orchid. Ophrys apifera. Petals of bright purple, surrounding a complex arrangement of growths, light browns, greens, and patterns. It vaguely resembled, for man and bee alike, the noble insect of its namesake. They were famed for their beauty throughout much of the western half of the Old World—as far north as Denmark, as far west as Iberia, as far east as Iran. In Palestine and Turkey, it was one of the many flowers whose roots were made into that flour called sahlab. One sometimes added to drinks or puddings, to warm hearts in the winter.

Aesthetically pleasing, multifaceted.

Rarer and rarer, even back in its own time. Even earlier in the century, much of the flour was synthetic.

The boss, old Lawson, was taking to a new fascination with the plant. He had specifically entrusted the Gardener with the task of maintaining his newest acquisition. Six new flowers, imported from a dealer in Izmir, in pristine condition. Bought with billions upon billions in cash.  They'd come in on a private aircraft, sealed in their own air-cycle to prevent Lima Blight from choking it dead. The soil it had come in had been checked to the most minute specification—the loam itself was worth twice its weight in gold.

It was one of those flowers that was in his hand at this very moment. And on whose inducement was this all for? The inducement of Lawson's son.

The one who was to succeed old Lawson on the board of Mack-Rasmussen. The one running a gardening vlog to a world of dead soil and starving billions, to grant them entertainment both against the point of gardening, against the Gardener's advice, and more than a little falsified. Corporate propaganda for the elder, too. Proving the Company's agricultural finesse, in an age of sealed farms, ecological collapse, and famine for hundreds of millions. The Lima Blight had, unfortunately, wrought greater havoc on the world than mere flower-wilting.

The old man had to do the dirty work, of course. For the flowers. Even after all this time, he felt complicit. But it was all he could do. All he could do with his skills, simply because he entertained them. They paid him handsomely. And they were the only ones keeping him from deportation.

Before, he'd been a gardener for a public school in the provinces. Back home. Tending the pechay and the beans that kids had lovingly and excitedly planted to give them something to take care of. While they were busy with their academics. At least with them, it all meant something.

He'd left that behind a long time ago. He had nothing to go back to. He wasn't sure how he could go back. The junta didn't care well for refugees. And they danced to the Mack-Ras tune anyway.

He loved them all, these plants. This collection of the Lawsons'. All 134 of them. They were stuck in the same lot he was; paid, until they got tired of them. The younger Lawson was perfectly content to let them rot when they were no longer popular with his millions upon millions of eager fans. Showing all of them off for his own benefit, but keeping himself the star of the show. 

Despite it all, the old man maintained them. Trying to ration, as much as possible, the precious decontaminated water that kept them alive. The fertilizer. The detoxified soil. Even as they slowly crept into obscurity, away from the Kid's attention.

The light filtered through the windows. Dusk sunlight through special, smart tint. Part of it was actually a computer-controlled screen, making it look more 'natural' than it was outside. Less awfully, harshly bright. What ozone layer was left was insufficient; it couldn't be enough if there were barely any plants or algae to fuel it. Even with all the lighting aid, the old man squinted. 

The augmentations filtered out most of the light, but they came too late to really change who he was.

This one plant in his hands reminded him of something. He loved it most of all. 

It was a relatively harmless mutation. Hypochromatism. One that made it all white. Pale and sickly. A yellow labellum. 

Only the younger Lawson's whims kept it alive now. 

Or, they had. Once. ================================================ Sorry for not uploading all that much! It has not been a very good time for the Sophie; workload-wise and emotion-wise. ^~^ Still isn't actually. I have, like, three different exams to cater to. Hence why I decided to post Part 1 early, before I complete this short story. Hope you appreciate this little slice of madness! More to come, quite certainly. <3 ================================================

Bee orchid <3