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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ flowers .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x fem!reader

⤿ bakugou and yn have a tradition of exchanging flowers every week. it’s their words of showing love, one flower at a time.

Bakugou Katsuki never thought he’d be the type of guy to be surrounded by flowers, let alone look forward to them. But ever since he and YN started dating, their relationship had bloomed into something both tender and beautiful.

It all started with a single flower.

One morning, after an especially grueling training session, YN had handed him a single red carnation. “You looked like you could use something nice today,” she’d said with a smile.

Red carnations, he later found out, symbolized admiration and affection. He’d grumbled something about not needing a flower, but when she turned away, he found himself holding onto it a little too carefully. He’d kept it on his desk until the petals started to wilt.

The next week, he returned the gesture. A lone sunflower, bold and bright, left on her desk with a note scrawled in his messy handwriting: For the sunny idiot.

Sunflowers, bright and unwavering, symbolized loyalty and adoration. She’d laughed when she saw it, clutching the flower to her chest like it was the most precious thing in the world.

From then on, it became their tradition.

Every week, without fail, Bakugou and YN would exchange flowers. It wasn’t about extravagant bouquets or expensive arrangements—it was the meaning behind each bloom that counted.

One week, YN surprised him with a deep blue delphinium, carefully tied with a red ribbon. “It reminded me of you,” she said shyly.

Delphiniums symbolized strength and boldness, but also tenderness—a perfect balance for Bakugou.

He stared at the flower, his heart beating faster than he’d like to admit. “Tch. You’re such a sap.” But the flower ended up in a small vase on his nightstand, where it stayed for days.

In return, he gifted her a sprig of baby’s breath, the tiny white flowers delicate and pure.

“They mean everlasting love,” he mumbled when she looked at him curiously. She’d smiled at him in surprise, her expression soft. “You’re sweeter than you let on, Katsuki.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, ears pink.

What surprised YN the most was how seriously Bakugou took their tradition. His dorm room slowly became filled with small vases, each holding the flowers she gave him. Every evening, she’d catch him changing the water, trimming the stems, or just staring at them with an unreadable expression.

“Why do you take such good care of them?” she asked one day, watching him gently handle a tulip she’d given him earlier that week.

He didn’t look up. “You give me these, so they’re important. Gotta make sure they last.”

Tulips, she remembered, symbolized deep and unconditional love. Her chest tightened at his words, her love for him growing even more.

On the flip side, YN had a growing collection of pressed flowers, each one carefully saved from the pieces he gave her. Her favorite was a single red rose he’d handed her one evening after a long day of training.

“For putting up with me,” he’d said gruffly, refusing to meet her eyes.

Red roses, the ultimate symbol of passionate love, became her most treasured keepsake.

One Sunday morning, YN found herself standing at a flower cart near the dorms, scanning the vibrant blooms. She smiled as her fingers brushed over a single daisy. Perfect.

Daisies, with their cheerful white petals, symbolized innocence and new beginnings—a reminder of the pure joy she felt in their relationship.

When she returned to their usual meeting spot, Bakugou was already there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. In his hand was a sprig of lavender.

Lavender, calming and fragrant, symbolized devotion and serenity—qualities she often brought into his life.

They exchanged flowers silently, a smile tugging at both their lips.

“You’re a softie, you know,” she teased, twirling the lavender between her fingers.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, but his small smile betrayed him.

As they sat together on the bench, flowers in hand, it was clear their tradition wasn’t just about the blooms. It was about the quiet love they shared, the joy in small gestures, and the unspoken promise they made to nurture each other—just like the flowers they exchanged every week.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

the language of flowers

for @steddiemicrofic february prompt - rose and my second @steddiebingo fill - flower shop au

pairing: steddie | rated: G | wc: 367 | on AO3: the language of flowers

The first time he came in, he was picking up an order.

A bouquet Eddie had put together the night before; dwarf sunflowers, zinnias, baby’s breath, and goldenrod.

An odd combo, sure, but this was the guy who Chrissy said was so earnest on the phone the other day while placing the order. Said he’d looked up flower language to make sure he was putting the right feelings behind this bouquet for his best friend’s graduation.

And the moment he stepped through the door, Eddie was in love. The perfect swoop of his hair, the beautiful hazel eyes, the bright smile...

The man, Steve, lit up as soon as he saw the bouquet, gushing about how much his friend would love it and that he’d be back again soon.

The next time Steve picked up an arrangement, it was crocus, goldenrod, gladiosis, and dill (of all things) for a little brother who was “nervous about starting his Dorks and Dumbasses club even though he’s been playing forever.”

“...D’you mean Dungeons and Dragons?”

“That’s what I said.”

Eddie fell a little more in love.

It wasn’t until graduation season came around again that Steve did too, bustling in claiming he was late for his little sister’s high school graduation and thanking him profusely for his most recent order (daisies, hollyhock, morning glory, zinnias, and even more goldenrod).

Two weeks after his last visit, Steve called in another order.

Gardenias, peonies, calla lilies, and specifically lavender roses.

The meaning behind this one was clear.

Steve was in love.

Eddie thought about making it a little janky; using the more wilted blooms, not wrapping it up the best he could.. But he couldn’t do that. Not to Chrissy, not to Steve (...but maybe a little to the person Steve was giving this to)..

So, Steve picked up the beautiful bouquet meant for someone else, gave Eddie another beautiful smile, and left, the jingling of the bell on the front door leaving Eddie feeling hollow.

As soon as he was out of sight, however, Steve reappears; waltzing back through the front door and offering the bouquet in his hand to Eddie.

“Would you maybe like to get dinner with me sometime?"

divider from @ saradika! also putting my steddie bingo board below the cut, both 'filled' and blank 🤗

[wchswift]

hiii, it's me again 😭 oh God i'm sorry, i feel a bit pathetic here 😭 but i have another request :3

can you do modern day leopold (HE'S SO BAE I LOVE HIM SM) picking out flowers for his s/o cause he noticed his s/o is a bit down lately? (i took this idea from your prompt!) hope you don't minddd hehe

Petals for a Heavy Heart

Pairing: Leopold Mountbatten x Reader Summary: When Leopold notices that you haven't been looking well lately, he decides to pick out a bouquet of flowers to make you feel better and loved. Content: established relationship, feeling down, comfort, fluff, English isn’t my first language :) Word count: 932 notes: hello!! whatt no need to apologize I'm glad you sent me another request! And omg I'm so so happy it's for Leopold, I've been wanting to write something for him so much :3 I loved that you choosed the idea of the prompts, I ended up following your request more than the prompt itself, I hope I wrote it as you expected <3

The delicate chime of the flower shop bell rang as Leopold Mountbatten pushed open the glass door. A faint blush of winter lingered in the air outside, but the shop was warm, bathed in sunlight streaming through the large windows, illuminating rows upon rows of vibrant blooms. The soft fragrance of roses, daisies, and lavender mingled together, wrapping around Leopold like a comforting embrace.

His brows furrowed slightly as he scanned the room. He hadn’t stepped into a flower shop since his days of royal ceremonies—occasions when arrangements were chosen for him, not by him. But this time was different. This time, it was for you.

You’d been quieter than usual the past few days. The sparkle in your eyes had dimmed, and your usual wit had softened into something wistful. Leopold had noticed—how could he not? And while he wasn’t the type to smother with concern, he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

Flowers, he thought. Flowers could bring a little light back into your day.

“Good morning,” a cheery voice broke through his thoughts. A petite florist with a warm smile stood behind the counter, hands dusted with pollen. “Looking for something special?”

Leopold adjusted the collar of his cashmere coat. “Yes, actually. For… someone important to me.” He paused, feeling oddly self-conscious. “They’ve been feeling a bit down lately.”

The florist’s smile softened knowingly. “Ah, I see. Let’s find something that speaks to them. Do they have a favorite flower?”

Leopold’s lips curved into a small smile. “Orchids, I think. They’ve always had a fondness for them. Which symbolize purity, prosperity, and good health… So I guess might be appropriate.”

Her eyes lit up. “You know your flowers.”

Leopold’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I do. They’ve always been a subject of interest." Stepping closer to the flowers, he added smoothly, "We could also add some peonies. Symbolic of healing and happiness., an apt choice for the occasion.”

“Good choice,” the florist said, leading him toward a vibrant display of blush-pink blooms. “How about colors? Warm tones are uplifting, while softer hues can be calming.”

He considered this, his gaze lingering on the rich reds and delicate whites. He thought of how your laughter once filled their apartment, how it now felt like something fragile and fleeting. “Something warm but soft,” he decided, pointing toward the pink and coral-colored peonies. “They’re understated but still… hopeful.”

As the florist began assembling the bouquet, Leopold found himself wandering through the aisles, his fingers grazing petals and leaves. Each bloom seemed to hold its own personality—vibrant sunflowers, gentle baby’s breath, elegant lilies. He plucked a sprig of lavender from a nearby basket, its scent reminding him of the evenings you spent curled up on the couch, a lavender-scented candle flickering nearby. Lavender is also for tranquility. He hummed and added it to the mix.

Back at the counter, the florist held up the arrangement. “What do you think?”

It was perfect—beautiful orchids with peonies in soft shades of coral and blush, accented with sprigs of lavender and tiny white asters. The bouquet was cheerful yet gentle, a reflection of everything he wanted to say without words.

Leopold nodded. “It’s lovely. Thank you.”

As he handed over his card to pay, the florist wrapped the bouquet in delicate paper and tied it with a ribbon. “I hope they feel better soon,” she said warmly.

Leopold smiled faintly. “I think this will help.”

When he arrived home, you were curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your shoulders. The soft glow of the afternoon sun painted your features, but your eyes were distant, lost in thought.

“Darling,” he said, his voice breaking the quiet. You glanced up, a flicker of surprise crossing your face as you noticed the bouquet in his hands.

“What’s this?” you asked, sitting up as he approached.

“For you,” he said simply, handing you the flowers. “I noticed you’ve been feeling… off. I thought these might help.”

Your eyes widened as you took the bouquet, fingers brushing over the soft petals. The fragrance enveloped you, a gentle blend of peony and lavender. A smile, small but genuine, tugged at your lips. “Leopold, this is… really thoughtful.”

He sat down beside you, his posture casual, but his eyes intent on your face. “I'm not the best at expressing what I want through words,” he admitted. “But I wanted you to know I’m here. Whatever’s on your mind, you don't have to go through it alone.”

Your gaze softened, and for the first time in days, the weight on your chest felt just a little lighter. “Thank you,” you murmured, leaning your head against his shoulder. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

He smirked, Leopold’s hand rested lightly on yours, his thumb tracing small circles over your skin. “It’s hardly a grand gesture,” he said, his tone lightly self-deprecating. “But if it brings even a fraction of your smile back, then it has served its purpose.”

But as he felt you relax beside him, your breath evening out, he knew it wasn’t about being amazing. It was about being there for you—in every small, quiet way that mattered.

And at that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of the afternoon and the delicate fragrance of flowers, he was content with the room feeling a little warmer, a little brighter—a reflection of the unspoken love between you.

𖤐 reblogs and feedback are appreciated! requests are also welcome, ty!

[baekhyunsbestie]

fluff, girldad!baekhyun :)

ib: @mayamore 💘

the late morning sun casts a golden glow as baekhyun strolls through the bustling farmer’s market with your daughter, their pinkies hooked together in a tiny knot—a secret handshake that feels like a world only they share. her little feet scurry to match his lively, bouncing steps, occasionally breaking into a playful skip as she mimics his energy. her hair is tied back in a bow he carefully fashioned himself, sitting slightly askew—a little crooked, but worn proudly, radiating that unmistakable dad pride.

earlier, you’d cringed when the three of you left the house, catching sight of her lopsided bow. you’d tried to convince baekhyun to let you fix it, but he’d waved you off with a grin, insisting that he’d “gotten better” at doing her hair. and as they wander the market, it’s hard not to see the love in his earnest attempt—a little imperfect, yet undeniably sweet.

as soon as he spots the vibrant cluster of blooms, his grin widens, eyes glimmering with playful mischief and excitement. he leans down toward her, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as though sharing a secret only the two of them are in on, “alright, princess, mission time! we need to find the most beautiful bouquet for mommy. you think you can handle it?”

her face lights up like the sun breaking through clouds, and without a second thought, she nods eagerly, her tiny fingers already darting to point at every shade of color in sight. they weave through the rows of roses, daisies, and lavender, their soft petals swaying in the gentle breeze. in hushed tones, they debate which flowers truly capture the essence of “pretty,” their words dancing between them like a quiet symphony, their shared excitement palpable in the air.

when they finally spot you in the crowd, he nudges her forward, her tiny arms carefully wrapped around a bouquet almost as big as she is—a mix of pink carnations, plush peonies, airy baby's breath, and soft roses, some petals slightly crumpled from her gentle grasp but radiantly beautiful nonetheless. her face shines as she races toward you, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling, calling out with boundless pride, “mommy, mommy!! look! me and daddy picked these out just for you!”

behind her, baekhyun watches with an expression that speaks volumes—eyes soft, his heart swelling as he watches his little girl present her cherished gift. the two of them stand before you, her holding up the bouquet like a hard-won trophy, while he gazes at you both, his love shining openly in his eyes, pure joy radiating from his every glance.

[stopaskinf]

“I wish you roses, and roses, and roses, and roses”

Summary: Flowers and attached notes of BTS boys

Genre: Fluff, angst(?), descriptions of hardships and arguments between Tae and Reader but ending is hopeful

CW: Nothing

A/N: Who would have known my fall back into flower language would align with me doing my first prompt challenge thing. I used a bunch of them, so they will be highlighted in the notes.

Giving credit to @writinginstardust for their huge brain🫡‼️‼️ 🫶🫶

Jungkook: sunflowers, yellow tulips, red tulips

“For my sweetest pookie.

I can’t write much on this card because the company gave me a word limit. Poor me. Can you feel my pout through this? I wanted to tell you that I dreamt about you last night. I saw it so clearly. It was late at night and we were stargazing outside. Bam was sprawled out on our laps like the lazy kid he is while you talked to me about your day, childhood, and everything. I don’t remember which story you were on but I remember you smiling at the end. God, I told you how much I love your smile right? I want to see it again soon. Seeing your blinding smile, I rush back into the house to fish for this bouquet. When I gave you the flowers, you rolled your pretty eyes. Still, you gave me the warmest smile I’d ever seen. It felt like deja vu.

- From Jungkook”

Yoongi: tarragon, daisies, morning glory, gardenia

“Hello dear.

I’ve missed you. Last night I woke up in an insomniac haze. For a second I thought that I was home. I saw you standing in the shadows gazing into me. I came to you and you held me while I clung to you. You smelt like vanilla and lavender. You smelt like home. Then reality hit me like a brick. Genuinely. Once my vision cleared I had a thumping migraine between my eyes and a stiff-as-shit neck. You always did tell me not to fall asleep in my studio chair. I spent the next hour lying in the dark on my studio couch like a wounded orphan. I wish I had told you. I should have told you. I would have been less alone. Less in pain. I don’t think I’m cut out for this job, I swear.

I can see you rolling your eyes, but I mean it this time. I’m coming home tomorrow. Finally, I can’t wait. - Yoongi”

V: Saliva (Red, blue, purple), Red carnation, baby’s breath

“Hi, clover.

You miss me?

I miss you. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I feel dreary. I’m working on a small ceramic mushroom…It’s not going well, It’s too lopsided. The sky is covered in a light gray fog. I hear the rain splash against the windows while Yeontan barks. We were supposed to see each other but I’m all alone now. Are you still upset? I was harsh. I felt the fearful pain of you leaving me, so I was determined to hurt you back. To make you feel what I felt so strongly. However, when I went back to lick my wounds, memories of our bliss came back stronger. Every touch. Every kiss. Every midnight walk we had when we both couldn’t sleep. The mornings waking up together. I was a fool. I always am, but more so in these moments.

When I see you again, can I hold your hand? I miss your warmth. And you - Your Alien”

Jin: red roses, pink roses, white roses

“Did you know my mother adores you?

Yeah, you’re all she ever talks about. “Oh, they’re so sweet.”

“Have you no manners? You see them looking so beautiful and you don’t say anything?”

“Yah, Seokjin how’s my favorite child doing?” Then when I tell her I’m fine, she goes “Quit joking, you know who I’m talking about.” How upsetting! I’m her actual son, but compared to you I’m chopped liver! Still, I can’t blame her. I’m the same way. I missed you during enlistment. I also missed the boys. Though not as much when compared to you. I see them 360 days out of the year. They’re staples in my life, but you…you’re my world.

My private heaven. My home. And I’ve been away from my home far too long. I intend to fix that. Get ready!

- From, Kim Seokjin ♥️”

Namjoon: Magnolia, cactus, succulents, aloe

“

“If the devil were to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.” - Farouq Jwaydeh

Good morning, my Divine. I hope your day is going well. Mine could be better. It’s not bad, but not great. Just a day. I’m in a rut. I went to the studio and tried to write but my slack brain didn’t want to. Instead, it wants to focus on you. Where is my love? Have they finished the book I gave them? Have they thought about me today? As I think about them every day? How often do they think of me? I could close my eyes and still envision them perfectly. It’s wrapped itself in roses and lilies and recites love poems and scenarios. It’s excruciating shit. So, I’ll give it and myself an outlet. For starters, do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting. You’ve left me so lovesick that I’m borderline diseased. My waking hours are anguishing. My feet feel heavy and my head spins. My third rib begs for its return to my body so that my heart can be caged away once again. I know this is a lot to take in. I want to talk about it more with you when I’m less of a shell of a man. I won’t resent you if you don’t reciprocate. I’ll be pained, but I’ll come back to you. If do you reciprocate…Either way, say you want me, and I’m yours. - Kim Namjoon”

J-hope: honeysuckle, forget me nots, chrysanthemum (red)

“Hellooooooo. I hope your day has been as lovely as you are, honey. By the way, what kind of jewelry do you like best? I can’t pick. Gold makes you look stunningly regal but Silver shows the depth of your skin and eyes. This bouquet and the jewelry were both supposed to be same-day gifts, but the company never gave me any damn updates! How unfair is that! So now, these gifts have been forced apart. It’s so cruel. 🥲

I know I could call you about this instead, but it’s too different. I’ve been gone too long. I said I needed a refresh. A moment to connect back to what I want in life. Well, I have! The sky is so clear. The sun is shining. The forecast said there would be nice weather. They were absolutely right. My feet feel lighter. So does my heart. The cloud that hung over me has gone and I’ve stepped out of the box that’s kept me trapped. I’m ready to take my first step, but I want you there with me.

Tell me what you want.

Of the jewelry, I mean. I can’t afford to spend the whole day shopping! I love you. - Jung Hoseok”

Jimin: white jasmine, hibiscus, daffodils, white camellia

“Hello Darling ♥️.

I just realized how much I love you.

Well, not just realized, but I still needed to remind you. It sounds corny, but I’m very sincere. Besides, there’s no occasion for when you should declare your love right? Sure, there are preferred moments, but what’s wrong with keeping love fresh and exciting? Shouldn’t you want your lover to voice their love for you every day?

No, but honestly, It’s crazy, really. No one’s ever made me feel like this.

I’ve dreamt about this for as long as can remember, but only now have I found it. The person who I thought of every second of every day. The person who colored my dreams at night. The one I envisioned whenever I sang love songs. The one who I searched high and low for without fail or doubt.

I’ve waited so long for this.

So long…

I just needed to remind you. I’ll spend the rest of our lives reminding you. So don’t worry, I’m here. - Love Mochi”

[joelsbeard]

Okay part 2 😈 to this ask! @joelsfavoritegirl

Okay we've already read how the two of you get butterfliesss when you guys are first crushing on each other, but i feel like even throughout your relationship things always manage to stay fresh and you both keep surprising each other, so basically your relationship never really loses its spark

Therefore you both still get butterflies about one another even years after getting together

Before your relationship started and also at the beginning of it, sometimes joel would get so nervous around you hehe and his palms would always get clammy 😭 poor joel lol

You know damn well in your talking stage and also right after you get together, joel is for sure tellin his homeboys all about you 😭 (in a respectful way of course, he's not going to embarrass you or anything)

He is down BAD for you, tommy (lol fuckin tommy) and all his friends never let him forget

He always gets warm fuzzy feelings around you because you are so sweet and kind and caring and he always asks himself how he managed to get with a girl like you 🥺

When you first started dating, this man was definitely gigglin and swingin his feet whenever you would respond to his texts HAHAHAH

This man would do ANYTHING for you, and he always goes the extra mile to make you feel special, I'm talking giving you spa nights (so sweet! I guess its only fair since you pamper him too with those little facials hehe), taking you on dates, cooking for you (simple foods), and being extra sweet to you on your period 🥺 getting you all your cravings and putting up with your mood swings (good practice for when he gets you pregnant with his babiesss 😈)

He ALWAYS brings you flowers!!! Joel Miller is a fucking romantic and I will die on that hill fr. Everytime i read in a fic where he brings you flowers i'm like that is so fucking joel miller coded. Even if it's not an elaborate bouquet (those are way to expensive anyways) he'll come home with a bouquet of daisies, carnations, hydrangeas, roses ofc hehe, baby's breath, lavender, you name it. He seems like a simple guy (in a good way, also aren't a lot of guys lol) so you don't need the fancy ones (maybe he gives you those on anniversaries or special events) but just the thought is always so sweet ❤️

Sometimes he'll make the bouquets himself 🥺 he'll get 2-3 varieties from the grocery store and learns to cut and arrange and wrap them himself 🥺 and those are your favorites. You always make sure to give him head every time he does lol he deserves it 🙈

Your natural scent, the smell of your perfumes, soaps, shampoos, detergents, and lotions all bring him to his goddamn knees!!! He be gettin horny fr when you walk by him and he gets a whiff of you LMAOO.

You guys tell each other EVERYTHING and it doesn't take long once you start dating to become very close, and you're very comfortable with basically anything with each other.

I heard of this thing where if you and your partner feel very comfortable, safe, and secure around each other, you tend to feel sleepy and relaxed when you're in each other's presence, and especially bc joel works a hard ass job, i feel like he loves coming home to you and just melting and laying on you and he can feel the tension and stress just leave his body as soon as he walks in the door.

Now bc I want to minimize my pookie's suffering lol, I imagine that bc in this AU he's not a single dad, you both work so for a while you have dual income, and once sarah comes you take a break but eventually do a part time job or something just to help out with expenses so joelie doesn't have to work so hard 🥺

This is such a cute headcanon, but basically whenever he's having an especially hard day he'll look at his phone lockscreen of you two to remind him what's waiting for him at home ❤️ he also reads and keeps all of the notes you leave in his lunch boxes lol

Joel Miller is a DEVOTED and WHIPPED ass man for his girl, he worships the ground you walk on especially once you have his babies hehe 🙈 he's like thats MY GIRL, my BABY MAMA, the MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN, the LIGHT OF MY LIFE AND REASON FOR BEING!!!

Everybody wishes they had a joel miller smh, people look at you guys and they're like 🥺 "wish i had a partner as devoted as he/she is" bc you are equally as whipped for this fine ass man and you cannot WAIT to have his babies

^ biological instincts going brrrr fr when you see that man, you can feel your ovaries crying

And he wants to put his babies in you so bad!!!

Even the sound of your voice gets him fuckin horny, he'll pick you up from work or school sometimes (maybe you plan on getting your associates degree) and he'll catch you talking to a coworker or a classmate and he looks at you like 😍 he's just SO in love you with and you look like an angel to him. He's the type of guy to be looking at you when you say "isn't the view so beautiful" and he's like "yes it is" and you turn and see him looking at you like 😍 and it makes you want to cry

Just like the feeling you get when he calls you "sweet girl", he fr be getting butterflies in his stomach and bootyhole LMAO when you call him "sweet man" 🥺 especially when you hold his face in your hands or stroke his beard when you say it

Your body drives him nuts too ;) he can't get enough of you, yes he's always grabbing/smacking your ass or squeezing your tiddies lol...men

Whenever he talks about you to other people they can see him just LIGHT UP, and he almost is glowing whenever he even thinks of you, or when people bring you up to him :) Like think Peeta Mellark (my first ever fictional love lol Peeta the man that you are!!! 😩 other boys wish they were you!!!) obsessed and in love with you

Jesus christ why do i always get carried away with these lol I CAN'T HELP IT JOEL MILLER IS JUST TOO HOT

[floriology-daily]

WELCOME TO FLORIOLOGY DAILY

Floriology (n.)

The victorian language of flowers

The purpose of this blog is to journal my journey into learning Floriology, and hopefully teaching you all something along the way.

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SPREADSHEET

This spreadsheet is a list of the flowers that I have (and will) post meanings about. If you put an ask in for me to put a flower in the queue, instead of answering it I will put it into the queue. If you put it as non-anonymous, I will tag you in its posting. If you are anonymous, you will not be tagged.

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FLORIOLOGY MASTERLIST

The links to all the flowers on this blog.

001. - Hydrangea

002. - Dahlia

003. - Crocus

004. - Yarrow

005. - Bellflower

006. - Marigold

007. - Petunias

008. - Bleeding Heart

009. - Lavender

010. - Peoney

011. - Geranium

012. - Foxglove

013. - Daffodil

014. - Snapdragon

015. - Snowdrop

016. - Hosta

017. - Cyclamen

018. - Columbine

019. - Camellia

020. - Lilac

021. - Poppy

022. - Hollyhock

023. - Baby's-Breath

024. - Lupine

025. - Lily

026. - Hyacinth

027. - Belladonna

028. - Aster

029. - Hellebore

030. - Sunflower

031. - Pansy

032. - Daisy

033. - Weeping Begonia

034. - Carnation

035. - Zinnia

036. - Hibiscus

037. - Trumpet Genitian

038. - Amaryllis

039. - Wisteria

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How to Select the Perfect Birthday Celebration Arrangement for each Individuality

Blossoms, with their varied kinds and shades, reverberate in a different way with every person. Just as zodiac signs or individuality examinations provide understanding right into one's personality, the world of flowers too can mirror individual qualities. Look into the art of matching arrangements with characters for that flawless birthday celebration present.

The Enchanting Heart: Lilies and Roses

For those that wear their heart on their sleeves and value deep feelings, an arrangement of lilies and roses speaks volumes. Their style and beauty mirror the depths of an enchanting heart's emotions.

The Adventurous Spirit: Wildflowers and Orchids

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The Minimalist: Single Stem Calla Lily or Sunflower

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The Traditionalist: Carnations and Daisies

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The Optimist: Gerberas and Tulips

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The Daydreamer: Lavender and Baby's Breath

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The Free Spirit: Wildflowers and Daffodils

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The Nurturer: Peonies and Hydrangeas

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Selecting the best blossoms is not just about looks; it has to do with recognizing the recipient's significance and showing it with nature's marvels. With this guide, you're geared up to select the best arrangement that speaks with the heart and reverberates with the soul. Whether it's for a good friend, relative, or loved one, let the flowers reveal the unexpressed, adding an additional touch of magic to their big day.

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‎‧₊🦋˚✧A Bouquet for you My dear✧˚🦋₊‧

Rules:

- Pick 3 flowers - Pick a character to give these flowers too - Pick fluff or angst - Add a message

Characters I write for:

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Event Status: CLOSED

A/n: Some might have the same meaning, So if they do, then you can choose a better deeper meaning for them.

Welcome to my flower shop! Today is our Grand Opening! To commemorate this big day, you can have 3 free flowers to send to someone! Here is our selection along with their meanings!

1.) Anemone- Protection

2.) Anthurium- Hospitality

3.) Azalea- Fragile Passion

4.) Baby's Breath- Innocence

5.) Hibiscus- Rare beauty

6.) Hollyhock- Rebirth

7.) Zinnia- Remembrance

8.) Plumaria- New beginnings

9.) Primrose- Young love

10.) Pansy- You occupy my thoughts

11.) Nemophila- Healing

12.) Moonflower- Dreaming of love

13.) Lotus- Purity

14.) Marigold- Despair

15.) Larkspur- Strong love bond

16.) Peony- Bashfulness

17.) Cloven lip Toad flax- Notice my love

18.) Coreopsis- Always cheerful

19.) Crocus- Youthfulness

20.) Daffodil- Respect

21.) Buttercup- Charm

22.) Speedwell- Commitment

23.) Primrose- Optimism

24.) Ox-eye Daisy- Patience

25.) Mallow- Consumed by love

26.) Lily of the Valley- Good luck

27.) Delphinium- Levity

28.) Lilac- Wisdom

29.) Honeysuckle- True happiness

30.) Carnation (general)- Fascination

31.) Red- Deep romantic love 32.) White- Luck 33.) Pink- Gratitude 34.) Yellow- Rejection 35.) Purple- Impulsive 36.) Striped- Refusal

37.) Rose (general)- Admiration

38.) Red- True love 39.) Blue- Mystery 40.) Bud- Hope 41.) White- Loyalty 42.) Dried White Rose- Sorrow 43.) Black- Death 44.) Yellow- Friendship 45.) Pink- Comfort 46.) Dark Pink- Apperciation 47.) Light Pink- Grace 48.) Burgundy- Devotion 49.) Coral or Orange- Desire 50.) Lavender or Violet- Love at first sight

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[your-musicguru]

Title: Tuesdays with Flowers

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

You had always known Spencer Reid was a bit… different. Not in a bad way, of course. He was just, well, Spencer. A brilliant mind wrapped in social awkwardness, with a heart that was as big as his intellect. Over the months you had worked together at the BAU, you’d gotten used to his quirky habits—the way he’d rattle off statistics in the middle of a conversation, or how he always had the answer to a problem before anyone else could even ask the question. But there was something else, something subtle that you hadn’t been able to put your finger on.

It started with the flowers.

The first time, you hadn’t thought much of it. You were running late on a Tuesday morning, trying to juggle your coffee, your case files, and your purse when you noticed a small, neat bouquet of daisies sitting on your desk. No card, just the flowers—delicate, fresh, and tied with a simple ribbon. You assumed it was from one of your friends, or maybe an admirer who liked to be anonymous. But the following Tuesday, there they were again.

This time, it was a mix of lavender and baby’s breath. Another Tuesday. Another bouquet. Still no card.

Curious but cautious, you decided to ask around. “Hey, does anyone know who’s been leaving flowers on my desk every Tuesday?”

JJ, who was sitting nearby, glanced up from her computer. “Oh, that’s Spencer,” she said, her voice laced with an amused smile. “He’s been doing it for weeks now.”

“Spencer?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Reid?”

She nodded. “Yeah. He’s a bit shy, but he likes you. I think the flowers are his way of… well, expressing himself.”

You blinked in surprise. Spencer? The genius who could solve any case in a matter of minutes, the one who barely ever looked you in the eye during meetings? He was the one sending you flowers?

“Well, that’s… unexpected,” you muttered, turning back to the bouquet. The lavender was starting to make the whole room smell like a spring garden. It was hard to stay confused for too long when you were surrounded by such beautiful flowers.

It didn’t take long for you to piece it all together. The timing. The careful selection of flowers. It had to be him. Every Tuesday, without fail, flowers appeared on your desk. A thoughtful touch for someone as seemingly distant as Spencer, who would always keep to himself but had found a way to express something, however quietly, through his small acts of kindness.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, though part of you was still unsure how to respond. What could you say? What if you were wrong? What if it wasn’t Spencer at all?

The next Tuesday, you decided to find out.

When you arrived at the BAU that morning, you were pleasantly surprised to see a bouquet of roses waiting for you on your desk. The card this time was different. It had a simple message written in Spencer’s elegant handwriting:

“I thought you might like these. – Spencer.”

Your heart fluttered, a warm sense of affection blooming inside you. It was unmistakably clear now. He’d been sending the flowers all along. The realization left you feeling both giddy and slightly nervous.

“Hey, Reid,” you said later that day, trying to sound casual as you approached him in the bullpen. He was hunched over his computer, scrolling through case files with his usual intensity.

“Hey, Y/N,” he replied, not looking up from the screen.

You hesitated for a moment before deciding to just go for it. “So… I have to ask. Did you send me those flowers?”

Spencer blinked and looked up at you, his eyes widening slightly, his cheeks turning a shade of pink that you hadn’t seen before. “Uh, yes,” he said, fumbling for words. “I—I just thought you might like them. It’s… uh… a way to brighten your week. I mean, you always seem so busy and stressed, and I thought—”

“Spencer,” you interrupted gently, smiling at his nervous rambling. “I think it’s sweet. Really sweet.”

His eyes softened as he met your gaze, and you could see the relief wash over him. “I’m glad you like them,” he said, his voice almost too quiet. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just… wanted to do something nice.”

You took a step closer to him, leaning casually against his desk. “You’ve definitely succeeded. Honestly, it’s been one of the best parts of my week.”

Spencer’s eyes flickered to your face, his expression turning a bit shy again. “I’m happy to hear that. I, uh, wasn’t sure how else to show I care. Words can be hard for me, sometimes.”

You smiled at him, feeling the warmth between you growing. “I get that. But honestly, Spencer, you don’t need to do anything big to make an impression. Just being you is enough.”

There was a moment of silence as he took in your words. His gaze softened, and for a moment, you saw a side of him that was both vulnerable and sincere. It made your heart skip a beat.

“I… I really like you, Y/N,” Spencer said, his voice barely above a whisper. “In case you didn’t know.”

The confession hung in the air, and you could feel your cheeks warm with a mix of surprise and affection.

You leaned down just slightly, giving him a teasing smile. “You know, you could’ve just said that from the beginning instead of sending flowers every Tuesday.”

Spencer blinked, clearly flustered. “Oh… I—I didn’t know how to say it. I thought the flowers would… I don’t know, speak for me?”

You laughed softly, reaching out to place a hand gently on his. “They did. They really did, Spencer. And I’m glad you did.”

His eyes softened as a quiet smile played on his lips. “Well… I’m glad you noticed.”

And just like that, with a few shy words and a bouquet of flowers, Spencer Reid had made the most romantic gesture of all—showing his affection in the only way he knew how. And somehow, it felt perfect.

From then on, Tuesdays became your favorite day of the week. Not because of the flowers, though they never stopped arriving, but because it was the day that Spencer Reid, the quiet genius who had been so hesitant to show his feelings, finally found the courage to share his heart.

[sgt-morgan]

Of Flowers and Family 💐

Summary: You and Jack have built a life together, the birth of your twins adding to your joy, and as you build a new family together, you find yourselves greatful for every day.

Warnings: mentions of death of a spouse, birth stuff, premature babies and NICU stuff, milk production, AFAB! Female identifying reader.

A/N: I saw this TikTok of a little girl swimming in a dress and it made me think of my favorite wild child Daisy Mae and her Papa Jack.

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Things at the ranch had settled nicely. Jack had his job, he had his horses, and he had the little garden of flowers he had started growing with you. Twins. You had twins, and girls at that. Violet Anne and Lavender Jane. Two more beautiful flowers to add to his bouquet along with his Daisy Mae, and you, his Honeybee making it all happen. He didn’t know how you did it, you made his life better just by being around, and every day he endeavors to do the same.

“Jack?” He heard your huff of bemused frustration and he smiles to himself. He was in his office, attempting to work on Statesman things, but had found himself listening to you humming in the kitchen and puttering around the house instead. He loved the sound of you in his space, the echo of your footsteps in the hall, your quiet voice filling his rooms and his days with peace he had thought he’d never have.

“Yes Honey? How can I help.” He huffs, standing and wandering into the hall where he sees you with two baby’s strapped to you, attempting to slip into your shoes by the door. He grins at the sight, you are radiant. The purple sling holding two dark haired babies who snoozed sweetly against your chest, and it almost melted his insides completely. He walks up to you and gently pulls the sling back from the two identical heads of dark curls.

They’re so small, barely home a month. They were born prematurely, almost three months ahead of schedule, but apparently that was common amongst twins. Their birth took one measly hour once your water broke, placenta and all. Then as soon as they were in this world, they were whisked away from you. He remembers how much his soul ached seeing the two tiny babies hooked up to tubes in those little incubators, how little and frail they looked surrounded by all those machines. He remembers how hard it was for you to show up early every morning, and leave as late as they would let you, to be with their babies. He remembers switching off days with you at the hospital, spending the day with a grumpy Daisy who was mad her sisters couldn’t come home, or staring at those two precious little girls in boxes. He remembers scrambling to buy premie clothing with you, you worrying your head off about money, and how much you needed, and whether or not any store would have clothing for them. Then he would gently remind you that he was technically rich, and he could get you anything you needed quickly. Remembers how you would smack him and say ‘Jack Daniels, it don’t matter if we sit high on the hog, if we use it all on bacon we’re gonna be flat on our asses .’ He remembers how you would cry at night, beating yourself up over nothing at all, berating yourself for not keeping them in longer. He thinks about all those sleepless nights when you would have to wake up and pump because your breasts ached and there were no babies to feed, how you panicked over having enough milk to send to the hospital. He remembers feeling useless, feeling angry at how little he could do to help you or his babies. Then, finally, after a month long stay, here they were, finally at home and content with their momma and daddy as they were meant to be.

Jack snuggles up to you, gently placing kisses on the soft tufts of hair, breathing in that new baby smell. They were his perfect carbon copy, dark hair, dark eyes, and personality for days, even when all they really did was eat and sleep. They were barely bigger that his forearm, he could hold them steady with their heads in the palms of his hand, and the tips of their toes would barely reach his elbows. They were so, so delicate, but they had an iron clad grip on everyone they came into contact with. Champ, Tequila, and Ginger, all doted on them already, spoiling them like they spoiled little Daisy Mae. Jack’s girls had made quite the impression on Statesman, and there was no Statesman agent (and on the occasion, Kingsmen agent,) around that was ashamed to say that anything his girls asked for they would give.

He remembers letting Tequila babysitting one night last week, prying you out of the house to get some fresh air. He took you to stroll around target for a few hours, and let you buy tons of premie clothes and fancy Easter dresses for you and the girls that all matched. He also took you to grab dinner, and got your nails painted. Never let it be said that Jack Daniels doesn’t spoil his girls. He remembers proposing to you in the Target parking lot that night, your hair a mess, clutching bags of premie clothes you sorely needed with two small babies in the house. It wasn’t how he pictured your engagement going, but laughing with you in that parking lot like you were kids, racing you to put the shopping carts away, he couldn’t imagine a better life than the one he was living right now. So the ring burned right through his pocket and onto your left hand in the neon glow of the red Target sign. He took you to Texas Roadhouse afterwords, and he will never forget eating rolls and giggling like little kids while you talked about the excitement of having all your children at home, and how much better your nerf battles would be in a few years. You are his best friend, you made him feel young again, and he wouldn’t have you any other way.

When you got back, giggling giddily through the door of your home, Tequila, Ginger, Galahad, and his wife Tilde were all snuggling the girls in the living room passed out cold to Frozen. Eggsy was on the floor, head resting between his wife’s legs, his arms loosely wrapped around a sleeping Daisy. Tilde snoozed in the armchair, a hand buried in Eggsy’s hair. Daisy was in Eggsy’s lap, legs wrapped around him like a Koala, her little face smooshed into his chest, arms hanging limply at her sides. Tequila was sprawled out on the couch, little Violet sleeping on his chest, his whole hand covering her back and dwarfing her. His Stetson was pulled over his eyes to block out the light. Ginger had Lavender in her crossed legs, creating a little basket for the baby to sleep in as she dosed against the couch, using Tequila as a pillow.

“Now when we left there was only one Agent here, and now I got three?” You laughed, whispering so as not to wake the babies, but softly enough to alert the adults to your arrival, before waking them, you had taken a billion pictures, and a copy of one rested proudly on Tequila’s desk. A picture of everyone freaking out a few seconds later when you showed them your engagement ring was on Whiskey’s.

He carefully stroked a hand down Violet’s little back, and gets lost for a moment in loving on his little flowers. You can’t help but watch fondly, letting him forget about what you called him in here for for a moment, just enjoying how much he loved his little family. Jack was already a good father, the way he treated Daisy like his own proved that, but seeing him with all three of your babies and handling it like a champ was such a blessing. You fell more and more in love with him every day.

“Sorry sweat pea, had to get my kisses in, but I seem to be missing one.” He grins wolfishly and you laugh.

“Oh? And who might THAT be?” You grin and lean in to kiss him softly.

“Got it!” He cackled evilly and kisses all over your face. He gets down on one knee and helps you slip your shoes on.

“This feels like I’ve been here before.” You laugh, gently placing a hand on Jacks cheek, staring at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes.

“Is that so? Well, while you got me here, I just figured I’d let you know I’d ask you a million times to marry me, but I’m glad it only took you once to say yes.” He winked and you chuckled as he kissed your knuckles and pulled himself up with a groan.

“Jack Daniels? If you had asked me the day we met to marry you, I would have said yes.” You laughed and he grins again, pulling in his own boots and Grabbing the diaper bag.

“Now, are we meeting your mother in law at the creek?” Jack arched a brow and you nodded with a hum of affirmation.

“Yes, she’s got Daisy Mae down there, and apparently she’s already jumped right in, dress and all.” You rolled your eyes and Jack laughed. “I put a towel and a change of clothes in there for her AND for you when you inevitably climb in after her. Jack grinned sheepishly, knowing you were right.

Today was a big day, today was the day he met your mother in law. Daisy’s only living grandparent, and the mother of your first love. Jack was nervous, you would never have to meet his deceased wife’s parents, because they couldn’t stand Jack, they had no contact after the funeral, and that suited him fine. Your mother in law was different. When you started dating her son, and she realized you didn’t have a mother, she took you in and mothered you like the daughter she never had. You spoke so highly of the woman, and still talked to her once a week even though her son had passed on. It was important to you that this woman blessed your new marriage, and he was a bit nervous. She hadn’t gotten to come down when Violet and Lavender were born, and when they got home, she very considerately waited to come down until they had settled in. She did however make a point of sending crocheted blankets and hats for the babies just like she had for Daisy. No difference would be made in these babies and Daisy on her watch, and Jack truly appreciated it. The closest the girls got to a grandparent on his side was Champ, so having a grandmother who loved them was something he truly appreciated.

He had talked to her once over the phone, expressly calling and asking her permission to marry you and adopt Daisy. The last thing he wanted was to be seen as stepping on her Son’s memory, and you loved her like a mother, so he wanted to do right by her. She was flabbergasted that he would go out of his way to do such a thing, and he will always remember what she said to him.

‘Darlin? That girl deserves the world. If my son were in her shoes, she would want nothing but the best for him, and I want nothing but the best for her because it’s what he would have wanted. That girl is my family, because I hate to say it, but I don’t have much left to spare, so as long as you’re okay with me treating you like a son, and you do right by my babies, all I can say is welcome to the family.’ She had been so kind, and he attempted to keep her as up to date as possible on the girls and your health while they were in the hospital. Today though, he would meet her in person, and he hoped that he would be all that she wanted him to be.

When you arrived at the creek, Daisy was holding court in the water with the frogs and the guppies as her subjects. She had a daisy chain on her head and a stick in her hands that she used like a wand. She was sat down and soaked up to her chest in her little pink play dress. Her hair was in a messy little bun on her head and she would reach up every once in a while to push her baby hairs out of her face with wet fingers. Jack grinned at the little wild child that had all but wrapped him around her little finger. She was his introduction to fatherhood, and she owned a special piece of his heart. He took a picture of her with his phone while you chatted with her grandmother Helen.

“He sure loves our Daisy don’t he?” Your mother in law sighed, grinning and taking one of the twins into her arms as you breastfed the other, planning to switch off momentarily, content to sit and watch your baby bewitch forest critters and swim about fully clothed in the shallow creek.

“Oh yeah, loves her with his whole heart. It’s enchanting.” You grinned.

“Oh my,” Helen chuckled, brushing a loose hair from your face while your hands were full. “You love him don’t you baby?” You nodded shyly and she hugged you to her side, pressing a hand to the side of your head while you leaned on her shoulder.

“Yeah momma, I do, but I loved James too.” You sounded a little guilty and she shushed you, instantly assuaging your fears with a motherly scold.

“I know you did honey, nobody could ever say you didn’t. I’m just happy you got a good one, it’s what my boy would have wanted. I want nothing but the best for you, and meeting him now? I know you’ll have it.” She cradled the baby close and grinned. “He makes beautiful babies, that’s for sure.” You laughed and it drew Jack’s attention, finally causing him to turn and come meet your mother in law. He removed his hat and slicked his hair back, reaching out his hand respectfully to Shake.

“Ma’am? It’s wonderful to meet you-“ he started nervously, only for Helen to smack his hand away and pull him into a bone crushing hug.

“I’m a hugger son, get used to it.” She laughed and Jack beamed at you as she welcomed him with open arms, it had been a long time since he had felt such motherly affection Ms he was taken aback by how easily she welcomed him into her arms. “I can’t believe I’m getting another son, I had one that was rowdy enough already, but I miss it.” She winked at him and they spent a good twenty minutes in quiet conversation while you all just mooned over the twins and little Daisy who was still prancing about in the water.

Eventually Daisy got tired, and Jack bundled her up in a towel to carry her home. The whole time you walked, he was in quite conversation with the little girl, placing kisses to her cheeks and forehead lovingly and Helen beamed at the sight, once again telling you how much she loved your new beaux. Eventually you reached the house, and you all stood around talking at Helen’s car.

“Will you be joining us for dinner tonight Helen?” Jack politely offered, taking Daisy back off her hands after she properly hugged and kissed her goodnight.

“Nah, I got myself a date!” You gasped and laughed and Helen winked at Jack who just looked stunned.

“Momma! You didn’t!” You laughed.

“Sure did sweet pea! Handsome fella too, met him when I took Daisy for ice cream this afternoon.” She laughed and you grinned. “Text me the code for the door though sugar, I’ll break in and make us all Breakfast in the morning and we can take the kids to the zoo.” She winked and Daisy, though exhausted, still found the energy to beg you to go.

“Oh alright,” you laughed. Hugging Helen one more time. “But you send me a picture when you get back so I know you got home safe, you hear?”

“Hey now! I’m the mom here not you!” She laughed, “go put my grand babies to bed and I will see you in the morning.”

Eventually your little house settled, the babies were in their cradles and Daisy was all washed up and tucked in. You were laying with Jack, and he was stroking your back while you talked about your days. He was glad to report that Helen officially loved him, and you were ecstatic, you knew she would, but it was nice to add another family member to your lives who loved him. One of the babies started crying about an hour or two after you fell asleep, and Jack got up to handle it, pressing a kiss to your forehead and muttering for you to ‘stay put.’

You could hear him in the other room, pacing and singing a little song about cowboys to the girls, so you snuck in to see both girls tucked into his arms while he rocked back and forth.

“Blue shadows on the trail

Little cowgirl close your eyes and dream

All of the doggies are in the corral

All of your work is done

Just close your eyes and dream little gal

Dream of someone.”

You broke out in a grin and you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest woman alive. You had a second chance at love, and with someone who made you feel like you were a love struck teenager. Though it hadn’t been long, you and Jack had experienced a lot together, and through it all he proved time and time again there is nobody you would rather do life with. He settled the babies back in the crib and let the still blearily blinking Violet hold his finger while he finished the lullaby. You came up and wrapped your arms around his back, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades, before resting your ear against his back, listening to him rumble out the rest of the lullaby.

“Blue shadows on the trail

Soft wind blowing through the trees above

All the other little cowgirls are in the bunkhouse now

So close your eyes and dream.”

When violets eyes finally drooped close, he took one of your hands and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “I love you Honeybee, thank you for all my pretty flowers.” He mumbled, spinning to face you, palming your hair from your forehead and stroking your cheeks.

“No problem Cowboy, I do it ‘cause I love you.” You pucker your lips, and Jack leans in to easily oblige your kiss. You make your way back to bed, and your about to fall asleep when your phone buzzes, and you go to check, only to see a picture of Helen with her date and a little message to let you know she got home safe. When you saw who her date was you gasped.

“Oh my god Jack!” You laughed and he raised an eyebrow, rolling over to look at your phone.

When you turned it to face him, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “Is that Champ!?”

You cackled and Jack joined you, suddenly delighted by what a small world this turned out to be. Yep, your little family was coming along nicely, and there was nobody you’d rather share it with than your perfect cowboy, and your pretty babies.

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[k-vanity]

Idols Over Flowers: A K-V Event

Welcome to our flower shop! Here we have floral arrangements for any and every occasion. 

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Of course, we do! So many combinations of your heart's desires. Look over our menu list and see what you’d like.

💐 Main flowers (Genre):

Roses x Romance, Lavender x Crime and Mystery, Orchid x Science Fiction, Sunflower x Comedy, Lily x Fantasy, Forget me nots x Historical, Tulips x Adventure, Daisy x Horror, Peony x Thriller, Carnations x Action, Violets x Angst, Marigold x Hurt Comfort, Fresia x open for own idea

🌷 Supporting flowers (AUs):

Elderflower x Fake Dating, Snapdragon x Hospital, Amaranthus x Marriage & Co, Bellflower x Coffee Shop, Waxflower x Tattoo Parlour, Queen Anne’s lace x Royalty, Baby’s breath x parents, Skeleton flower x character death, Thistle x own AU

🌱 Greenery (Tropes):

Lily grass x s2l, monstera leave x amnesia, olive branch x childhood darlings, fern x pining, ivy x f2l, cordyline x e2l, silver dollar eucalyptus x only one bed, myrtle x soulmate, berries x own trope

🎀 Ribbons (Prompts):

White x bicycle ride, gray x dancing in the rain, black x picnic date, blue x a day by the lake, red x flying a kite at the park, yellow x picking flowers at flower field, orange x meet cute, green x gardening new backyard with flowers, purple x painting outside, pink x walking under cherry blossoms, brown x spring cleaning, band of cord x magical creatures, band of satin x weddings

Rules:

You must be a member of the network to participate in the event

Make your ideal bouquet from the various genres, aus, tropes, and prompts. There is no right or wrong way. Create what you like!

For writers, the content must be at least 500 words.

For visual artists, the prompt must be included in your work (where it's in the caption or in the gif/gfx/edit itself).

Use the tag #kidolflowers along with the net tag #kvanity when posting your work.

Regular rules and regulations from the net apply to this event

Event Timeline:

Posting Period: March 1st-May 31st

Masterlist will be posted June 3rd

If you have any questions please reach out to the K-Vanity team!

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Inbox call!

"My lady! I bought new flowers to decorate your room with." Yingyue presented Bailu with two bouquets, one filled with lavenders, alliums, and baby's breath, and the other with daisies, daffodils, and lilies of the valley.

"I wasn't sure which you'd like best -- rest assured, my lady, the others will not go to waste. I will decorate my chambers with them."

Bailu looked up from her writing, "Oh, thank you, Yingyue." She smiled at the other; however, her simile didn't quite reach her eyes like it usually did.

She hasn't smiled like that in a while, not since Scalegorge.

"They're all really pretty. Where did you get them?"

Putting the cap back on her pen, Bailu hopped down from her desk and walked over. Her turquoise eyes instantly landed on the alliums, and she reached out to lightly touch the ball of flowers taking note of its texture and how it felt beneath her fingertips. Then she pulled out a stalk of lavender and turned it in her hand, "Lavender is good for treating infection, anxiety, fevers, and promoting qi circulation."

"I was running low on lavender, thank you for picking some up." She gave Yingyue small smile, "Why don't you pick first?" She suggested. "They're all really beautiful, so I can't decide."

@everlastiingiimmortals

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Clover Charm: Floral Celebrations of St. Patrick's Day

As March arrives, the world begins to awaken with hints of spring, and St. Patrick’s Day brings a burst of vibrant green and festive cheer. While shamrocks and clovers are the traditional symbols of the day, flowers have a way of adding an extra layer of beauty to the celebration. Whether it's a lively bouquet for a festive gathering or a touch of greenery to bring luck into the home, florals offer a charming way to embrace the spirit of the holiday.

Green is, of course, the defining color of St. Patrick’s Day, and nature provides an abundance of blooms to fit the theme. Bells of Ireland stand tall with their rich emerald hue, symbolizing good luck and prosperity. Green carnations, a favorite for the holiday, carry a long-standing tradition of St. Patrick’s Day celebrations. For a softer touch, white roses or daisies paired with fresh greenery create an elegant yet festive arrangement. And, of course, the clover itself—whether real or artistically represented—adds a perfect finishing touch to any floral display.

Beyond the color green, floral arrangements for St. Patrick’s Day can take inspiration from the Irish countryside. Wildflower-style bouquets filled with delicate blooms such as lavender, heather, and baby’s breath capture the charm of rolling green hills and misty landscapes. A centerpiece featuring yellow daffodils and soft greenery brings warmth and brightness, echoing the arrival of spring and the optimism that St. Patrick’s Day represents.

Flowers also play a role in the traditions of the day. Many choose to wear a sprig of green, much like the shamrock St. Patrick himself is said to have used to explain the Trinity. Gifting a bouquet with a lucky theme—a mix of fresh greens, golden-hued blooms, and white accents—carries the essence of good fortune and renewal. Whether placed on a holiday table, given as a token of friendship, or simply used to bring seasonal joy into the home, flowers enhance the celebration in a way that feels both timeless and fresh.

St. Patrick’s Day is more than just parades and festivities—it’s a moment to welcome luck, renewal, and the beauty of nature into our lives. This year, let flowers add a special touch to the occasion, celebrating not only the traditions of the holiday but the promise of new beginnings that springtime brings.

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Stunning Bridesmaids Bouquets from Lenox Hill Florist & Events – Your Trusted Flower Shop on the Upper East Side 

Planning a wedding is no small feat. From choosing the venue to finalizing the guest list, the details can feel endless. But one thing that should never be overlooked is the floral arrangements—especially the bridesmaids' bouquets. These blooms perfectly complement the wedding theme, set the tone for your big day, and highlight your trusted bridesmaids who’ll stand by your side.

At Lenox Hill Florist & Events, we're experts in crafting bespoke bouquets that capture your vision, no matter the theme or season. Whether you're searching for a flower shop on the Upper East Side, planning a bouquet delivery, or browsing elegant flower designs from Manhattan florists, this guide is here to help you create the perfect bridesmaids' bouquets that add beauty and harmony to your wedding.

Why Bridesmaids Bouquets Matter in Your Wedding

Your bridesmaids' bouquets play a pivotal role in your wedding. Here’s why these arrangements matter so much:

They tie the color palette together: Bridesmaids' bouquets unify the wedding theme by incorporating the same or complementary colors.

They frame the bridal look: These bouquets surround the bride, creating picture-perfect moments during the ceremony and group photos.

They highlight the season: Seasonal flowers can add freshness and beauty to your wedding, showcasing the time of year in an elegant way.

Steps to Choosing the Ideal Bridesmaids Bouquets

Crafting the perfect Bridesmaids bouquetsdoesn’t have to be daunting. Follow these clear and simple steps to achieve stunning results.

1. Start with Your Wedding Theme

The style and aesthetics of your wedding should take center stage when choosing your bouquets. A formal, black-tie wedding might call for timeless roses or calla lilies, while a rustic outdoor ceremony could feature wildflowers like daisies, sunflowers, or lavender.

If you're unsure where to start, visiting a Flower shop Upper East Side—like ours at Lenox Hill Florist & Events—can provide inspiration. We can show you arrangements that fit themes from romantic and vintage to modern and chic.

2. Choose a Color Palette

Matching your wedding’s color palette is a key element when designing bridesmaids' bouquets. You’ll want blooms that complement the bridesmaids’ dresses and overall decor.

For a cohesive look, choose shades from your wedding color palette to highlight in the bouquets. If your dresses are neutral tones, opt for vibrant bouquets to add a splash of color. Conversely, dresses in bold hues pair beautifully with soft, muted pastel arrangements.

Need guidance? Our expert Manhattan florists Manhattancan help you curate the perfect palette from our selection of premium flowers.

3. Focus on Flower Variety and Texture

Flowers have an incredible way of elevating aesthetics. Mixing varieties adds depth and interest to bouquets, while textural elements create a polished and layered appearance. Combine focal flowers, like peonies or garden roses, with accents such as baby’s breath, eucalyptus stems, or thistles to create dimension.

At Lenox Hill Florist, we offer brides-to-be an unmatched range of options. Whether it's classic blooms or trendy, exotic designs, we ensure each bouquet tells a story.

4. Consider Practicality for Bridesmaids

While it’s tempting to go all out, remember that your bridesmaids will be carrying these bouquets during the ceremony. Bouquets that are too heavy or oversized can be uncomfortable to hold—especially for long periods.

Our florists know how to balance beauty and practicality, creating lightweight, manageable floral arrangements that are easy for your bridesmaids to carry.

5. Think about Seasonal Blooms

Seasonal flowers often look their best, are more eco-friendly, and are typically more budget-friendly. For example:

Spring and Summer Weddings: Peonies, hydrangeas, tulips, and daisies.

Fall Weddings: Chrysanthemums, dahlias, and burnt-orange roses.

Winter Weddings: Amaryllis, anemones, and evergreen foliage.

Our Upper East Side flower delivery service ensures you’ll always have access to fresh and seasonal blooms for your wedding day.

6. Personalize the Bouquets

Your bridesmaids are more than just part of the wedding party—they’re often your closest friends and family members. Adding personal touches to their bouquets can show your love and appreciation.

Consider embellishing the bouquets with ribbons in matching colors or engraved charms with initials or special dates. Few details go unnoticed, and these small flourishes can make a big impact.

Trust Lenox Hill Florist for Your Bridal Needs

Searching for the perfect flowers can be overwhelming, but at Lenox Hill Florist & Events, we make the process seamless and enjoyable. Our boutique flower shop on the Upper East Side is known for creating dazzling, tailored arrangements for couples just like you.

Here’s how we stand out:

Expert Curation: With years of experience, we know how to create timeless bouquets that align with your wedding vision.

Convenience: Enjoy Upper East Side flower delivery for easy, stress-free service right to your door.

Community Trust: Serving Manhattan for years, we take pride in being one of the most reliable Manhattan florists in the area.

Celebrate in Style with Lenox Hill Florist

Planning your wedding should feel magical and memorable. When your bridesmaids walk down the aisle holding custom-designed bouquets, their flowers should reflect your love, style, and celebration.

Let Lenox Hill Florist & Events help you create the wedding of your dreams with our expert florists who are passionate about flowers and meaningful moments. Reach out to us today to design your bridesmaids' bouquets and explore how we can bring your wedding vision to life.

Get in touch today or visit our Upper East Side flower shop. Your dream floral arrangements are just a call or click away.