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Poema: Flores
A veces, te amo más de
Lo que puedo mostrar
A ti por culpa de mi
Falta de confianza en
El amor. Es como mi
Corazón es un florero
Llena de agua con deseo
De llenar con las bellas
Flores de tu amor, pero
Mi cuerpo se falta los
Habilidades de jardineras.
j.p
Buying flowers is self-care
So yesterday I was using a disconnected device with word and it deleted some documents and one was research I had done on colonial flowers. When I connected the device to the internet it made some of the documents disappeared and one of it was the flower document. I am still mad but does anyone know how to recover it somehow?
Might start posting my flowers here 💖
feelin' thorny
rating: M pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader wc: 0.4k summary: florist seungkwan receives a bouquet from his rival — emotions are had warnings: slightly nsfw discussion, language tags: rival florists, the is the start of an enemies to lovers fic (that i will probably never write), soonyoung says some Wild Shit, reader is actually only mentioned in this sorry a/n: i know nothing about flowers or their meanings i just used google and then made shit up lol (also this was originally a vmin drabble i posted on twt two years ago)
Seungkwan looked down at the bouquet of flowers — beautifully arranged and wrapped in old newspaper and tied with a dainty blue ribbon — gobsmacked.
It was addressed to him of all people.
No one ever sent Seungkwan flowers. Because who would send flowers to a florist? Especially from his rival's shop?
And speak of the devil, the little card carefully attached to the ribbon simply read from y/n <3 in a distressingly elegant calligraphy.
He looked at the artfully arranged flowers more closely. There was an obvious yellow color scheme — hyacinth (jealousy - sport, game, play) and tansy (hostile thoughts, declaring war) and tarragon (lasting interest) arranged neatly around a single tall sunflower (haughtiness) — but a few white roses (I'm worthy of you) were included to help balance it out. It really was beautiful, and some unknown feeling did a little somersault in his chest.
And then the meanings sunk in.
You had just sent him a flower arrangement that essentially said "wow, you're so jealous, fucking fight me" but in the most annoyingly flirtatious way possible. It made Seungkwan want to commit arson.
"That absolute motherfucker."
"Okay, Kwan-ah, I'm confused," Soonyoung piped up from where he was re-poting some ferns in the corner. "Do you want to kill whoever sent those, or fuck them?"
Seungkwan choked on his spit.
Soonyoung blazed on, "Because the words you just said were mean but you look so grossly in love that I'm concerned hearts and rainbows are going to start shooting out of your pores like some kind of homoerotic pipebomb."
Or maybe murder was on the table after all.
"Kwon Soonyoung you are henceforth forbidden from ever opening your mouth inside my shop ever again." He threw one of the many flower-themed stress balls he kept lying around for this exact reason at Soonyoung's head, taking pleasure at the pained yelp Soonyoung let out as he failed to dodge out of the way and sprawled gracelessly across the floor.
Satisfied, he turned his attention back to the bouquet. "And to answer your question..."
The flowers stared up from where he was still clutching them with both hands, judging him. Waiting.
Seungkwan sighed.
"Both. Definitely both."
Gonna present you another character I made for Brunnenburgo (as an NPC who could become a playable character) Leonor :D
More info about her under the cut!
Leonor is an ex-paladin who decided leaving throw the war that happened in a distant continent. She thought she was going to fight for honor, glory and service, but she had to face the cruel reality, when all her mates died, she was all alone, and had to face the atrocities she had done, all around painted in blood.
She run away to Brunnenburgo, where she could finally let her guard down, heal, and start a little plants shop, where she used her old armor as pots.
Now she has grown old, kind, and brave. She offers a hand to whoever who cross her path. Still... She can't help but wish to never fight again.
Wow I never imagined we could get an actual bts x florist interaction!
Drop in the ask box if y'all would love to read part 2!
Surprisingly You
Oneshot
Pairing: Yoongi x florist Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1557
A/N: This is my first BTS Fanfic! I hope you all like it~ Thank you @inmybluedairy for helping me with this and pushing me to write it
(GIF credit to owner)
6.25 pm. 5 more minutes. 5 more.
You tapped your feet nervously. The shop closed at 6.30 and you were meeting your blind date at 7. There was little time to get ready so you had agreed to the suggestion of your workmate to change and get ready in the shop. You had got the dress, shoes and make up with you.
It wasn’t like you never went on blind dates before, you had, but this was the first after a very long time. The last time you went on a blind date, the guy turned out to be a douchebag that’s why you stayed away from them. So what was so different this time? This time your best friend, Sooyoung had begged you to go because she thought you and her office colleague would really look good together and she set it up for you both. She said he had been reluctant at first but after a lot of pleading and nagging he had agreed to it. It was almost 6.30 when-
Tring, the bell rang and a guy entered.
Okay, he’ll get his stuff fast and leave, hopefully.
“Hello~” you smiled.
He returned your smile and looked around at the flowers inspecting them closely.
6.35 pm and he was doing the same thing.
“Do you need any help?” you asked as it was getting late.
“Uh no no. I got this.” He showed you a thumbs up while looking at a bunch of tulips.
It was 6.40 pm when he finally decided on roses.
“That’s it?” you asked, collecting the roses to pack them with paper and ribbons. “Only roses?”
He swiped his card, “Hey, I didn’t see them before.”
“You could‘ve just asked for it,” you said, “umm I don’t mean to be rude, but it would’ve saved a lot of time.”
“Looks like you have to be somewhere too.”
You nodded, handing him his roses. “Yes, I have to.”
You changed the sign to ‘closed’ as soon as he left and locked the door. There was hardly 15 minutes remaining for the clock to strike 7. You changed into your dress and shoes in the locker room and tied your hair up. You settled on using the compact and fixed the liner and mascara. The lipstick that you wore was matching your dress and yet looked subtle. After a quick once over in the mirror, you decided to let your hair open. Grabbing your jacket, you left the shop, hoping to reach the decided venue on time.
“Taxi!” you yelled.
The place that you decided to meet at was a really nice garden café. There were white paper lanterns hanging around a few trees. A small water fountain settled in the centre of the café. Light music was being played to build the ambience. When you reached there you tried to look around for him-your blind date and-
“Hey the florist is here.”
You turned around to see the last person who visited the flower shop. “Hi.”
“So this is where you had to be.”
“Yeah, I’m here on a date.”
“Oh, me too. Okay then.” Both of you turned around and went away.
You chose the seat from which you could take a look at the entrance to see him entering. It was 7.10 when you looked down at your watch.
It’s not that late that he would go back. Probably. You looked at the stars above to find shooting stars. I wish he hasn’t left, maybe he is on his way and stuck in traffic or something.
You looked around to see if anyone is waiting with their opposite seat vacant. From where you were sitting you spot a duo of friends catching up with each other. Then there was an elderly couple reminiscing their youthful days with their hands held together. You also saw a mother and her daughter enjoying their mother-daughter time. The only table with one empty chair was of the person you had met earlier. He was sipping his coffee. He looked at your direction as he felt someone looking at him and you both looked away.
It had been a lot of time since you came and the waiters had started to look at you with ‘why-is-she-just-waiting-and-not-ordering-anything look’.
“You better order something or they’ll kick you out soon.” you said to yourself.
You ordered a coffee and were waiting for it with your chin rested on your hand. And suddenly you felt the urge to take a look at the ‘roses guy’ and his date. When you looked at him, you saw that he was already looking at you with little wide eyes. You saw the empty chair in front of him.
Would it be that he is the one…?
Yoongi sipped his coffee and felt someone looking at him. He looked over to find the florist looking at him. He looked away quickly. When his coffee was done he was fidgeting with his shirt sleeve and played games on his phone. A lot of time passed.
I guess she didn’t come. Maybe she didn’t want to come. I would rather have had a good nap. It would have better than this pointless waiting. He sighed. Let’s see how the florist and her date are doing. At least she must have met her date, if not me. He thought.
But his eyes widened when they fell on the empty seat in front of her. He looked at her again.
Would it be that she is the one…?
And then she looked at him and his empty chair.
They both looked at each other briefly, and then Yoongi broke the awkward stare with a sheepish smile. She smiled too and looked down at her hands.
After the awkward smile session you both were stealing glances at each other frequently. Once when the water fountain shot up, you tried to look at him thinking that you won’t get caught. But at the same moment the water went down and he saw you looking at him. You looked away feeling embarrassed.
You looked at your watch and it was around 8’ o clock.
Oh god. Who will be this late on a date? It’s probably him. You sighed nervously.
But how will I approach him? You mentally facepalmed yourself.
Now he’ll think I’m an asshole who talks rudely to people. You shook your head as you recalled what happened earlier at the flower shop.
Oh god. It has to be her. Yoongi shifted in his seat.
She came around 7, the time we decided. Oh shit. And that’s why she was hurrying at the shop. Shit. He got up from his chair.
I’ll look at him and if he’s looking back I’ll approach him. Yeah. That’s cool. You looked at his table to find him, but the chair was empty.
You sighed in defeat and were getting ready to leave.
Someone cleared their throat. “Is this seat taken?”
You looked up and it was him.
You gulped and said, “Yes… umm, I mean no. It’s not taken.” Fucked up the second impression too. Great.
“Let us eat something first hmm?” he said while taking a look at the menu.
“Yes please I’m starvinggg.”
After ordering the food he set the menu card aside. “So how did you meet Sooyoung?”
“We did High school and University together. And in the process we became very close. And now I cannot imagine my life without her.” You shook your head. “She’s an adorable dork,” you smiled “I’ll never find a friend like her.”
Yoongi smiled and looked at you fondly.
“You both are colleagues right? How is she at work?” you asked.
“Yeah, her cubicle is next to mine. She’s great with her work and a good friend of mine.”
The food arrived and you both were talking about anything and everything. It was not a deep philosophical session but a light hearted conversation. Yoongi said that along with his office job he was also an underground rapper. He spoke about his rapping so passionately that you realized he was a guy who had dreams and goals in life and always thrived to achieve them. By the other things he said you understood he loved the people in his life and cared for them.
Yoongi found it cute whenever you were being a bit nervous while talking and was relieved when you said ”You rap?! That’s so cool!”
To all the dates he had gone before, the girls were either disinterested in his love for rapping or just pretended to like it. He knew you weren’t faking it because your expression said it all- you were genuinely surprised.
“So you compose your own songs?” you asked taking a sip of the juice.
“Yes, I do,” He nodded, “and I love it.”
“Whoa!”
After the dinner date was done he insisted to drop you at your apartment.
You both got out of his car and he came to your side.
There was a comfortable silence between you both for some time.
“Thank you Yoongi. I had an amazing evening.” You extended your hand.
“I enjoyed too, Y/N” He took your hand and gave it gentle squeeze.
“I’ll see you around then… bye.”
“Bye.” both of you turned around to leave.
“Hey!” you called him, “aren’t you forgetting something?”
Yoongi had a puzzled look on his face until he realized what he was forgetting. He went to his car and got the bunch of roses he had got for his ‘date’. “Here, this is for you.”
“Thank you~ they’re beautiful.” you giggled.
Just like you are. Yoongi thought and smiled.
breath of spring
REPOSTED FROM MY OLD BLOG
summary he works with color all day, but you just might be the brightest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.
pairing taehyung/reader
genre fluff; florist au
word count 9k
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The regular nine a.m. call time finds Kim Taehyung at the forefront of the shop, gritting teeth together as he tries to balance the morning coffee along with his keys while trying to make sure his backpack won’t fall down his arm to disrupt his attempt. He barely manages the feat, somehow able to unlock and push open the front door before the coffee spills over. Both hands find their place again underneath the tray as he uses his hips to propel the door closed behind him.
Much like usual morning greetings, he doesn’t get one except for the sweet, floral fragranced scent that is as sharp and prominent as it is comforting and sweet. He’s been working here for a little more than three years, yet the sight and smell of flowers never fail to bring a smile to his face, never fails to help bring forth some good cheer to his day as he roams towards the back of the shop. He rests the coffee on the counter, slipping off his backpack to situate it in the back room, returning back to the floor to get things started before Kim Namjoon arrives. There isn’t much, just setting up the cashier and watering the plants and rearranging some bouquets that are due to be picked up first thing in the morning. Some adjustments here and there, giving the flowers a last minute spray to give it a fresh, dewy, appearance. He’s just setting down the second of five bouquets when the bell overhead jingles in correspondence to the arrival of someone new.
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Writing Prompt (Otp Imagine)
Imagine a love between an astronomer and a flower shop worker (with mixing interests in the other field). And maybe the florist gifts the astronomer space named/themed flowers/plants like hostas, cosmos, star cactus, Purple/Blue Night Sky Petunias, Stargazer Lilies, etc.
And the astronomer planning fun dates to go around nature walks in nature pointing out the flora and fauna then having a picnic, once it becomes dark they start stargazing when suddenly the florist is pleasantly surprised by a meteor shower. They resting their head on the others shoulder and make fun wishes into the ‘stars’.
Groene Vingers Delft, Alena N.
June 2024
Rose-of-sharon (lat. Hypericum calycinum)
Зверобой чашечковидный (лат. Hypericum calycinum)
I’m just a girl
My grandparents are really surprised that I wanna go to the garden center with them like guys I fucking love plants I always want to go to garden centers!!
Also I'm working part time as a florist and they just picked me up so I get to go to a florist and a garden center in the same day! Literally straight from flowers to flowers, lovely
Garden center was a fucking success
Hell yeahhh (his name's Timothy)
My grandparents are really surprised that I wanna go to the garden center with them like guys I fucking love plants I always want to go to garden centers!!
Also I'm working part time as a florist and they just picked me up so I get to go to a florist and a garden center in the same day! Literally straight from flowers to flowers, lovely