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nobodyinfart · 1 month

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Would they keep you as a secret from the crew?

For Johnny, I honestly doubt that man could keep it on the down low. I mean, he practically graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Yapperism, like fr he’s the certified yapper of the force. Soap would praise you to the high heavens, saying stuff like “my baby is such’a good cook, lads. I miss their food already.” even if he just came back from deployment. You could be meeting them weeks later and Captain Price is like “Oh, how’s your new job going for you?”, leaving you completely bewildered that Johnny talks so much about you that the team is aware of what’s going on in your life.

Ghost will definitely keep your relationship on the quiet side at first, since he’s genuinely certain that it will not last with his emotional baggage. However, you prove him indefinitely wrong, loving him through thick and thin even in his darkest days. Despite him not having said anything specific to the team, his body language tells the team that there’s someone special lighting up his days. Maybe it is the curve of his masked mouth as he smiles at your messages, or the way Simon stares a little longer at beautiful sceneries that remind him of you. And the beaded bracelet he wears on his wrist is the dead giveaway all the team needs to confirm that you are there waiting for him to come home.

Now, Gaz is the one that I am not entirely sure about. Since he isn’t as open about his personal life as Johnny but not as secretive as Simon, he may not treat your relationship as a complete mystery. Somehow, it makes it sweeter if Gaz were to let it slip from a conversation with the boys yet act completely nonchalant as if it wasn’t a secret to begin with. “Didn’t take you for a flower kinda guy, mate.” Soap commented when he watched Kyle stop by a florist to get a bouquet on the way off their base area. “Wanted to get something to surprise the darling back home,” Kyle replied without a blink, as if he had not said anything out of the ordinary. Also the one to comment that the team didn’t ask when Soap shrieks out why he hadn’t mentioned a loved one.

As the Captain on the task force, Price is no doubt not the type to dish out that kind of personal information straight away. Rather, your existence is evident in the necklace that has your promise ring looped on his neck at all times (yes, even on missions). In private, John kisses the ring with your initial engraved on the inside of the band as if a sort of subconscious reminder of what he’s fighting so hard for. I do believe that Price would be more open to talking about you to old friends, so Laswell knows of you well and would definitely have your contact in the scenario that anything goes south. Even with his expertise, you still worry about your lover on the field.

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curryshesus · 6 months

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bts fics that give me life in a drought

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 2

didn't expect to make a part 2 so soon but seeing how much recognition the first one got, here we are! some of these contain a hearty amount of angst, and oh they're just simply divine :( once again, please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did!

➺ knife’s edge - by @readyplayerhobi

| jungkook x reader, jimin x reader | 141.8k

mafia au, fluff, angst, smut, violence, series

>> summary: "the jeon clan is family, built on blood and loyalty. it’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the clan, jeon jungkook. you would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?"

this fic absolutely BROKE ME. i was so conflicted all throughout and deadass went through all the 50 stages of grief. the angst was unparalleled. the fluff had me giggling like a madman cuz jk is an absolute sweetheart :( jimin is too :(( y/n is dumb and so is her situation :((( i cherish this fic sm

➺ novocaine - by @kinktae

| jimin x reader |

1990s au, exes au, angst, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "going home was hard – painful even. but falling back in love with jimin, the boy you left behind? downright gut-wrenching."

➺ ghostin him- by @adonis-koo

| namjoon x reader (taehyung x reader) | 26k

angst, angst, as well as angst. comfort too dw, one-shot

>> summary: "life is nothing more than dull colors for you, your world shattered and laying in the shards of what once was rather than focusing on what is. that is until you meet kim namjoon, who is immediately taken by you without realizing you’re a girl with a whole lot of baggage, through tears and many sleepless nights you’re faced with a choice of hanging on with bleeding hands, or accepting what is, and letting go."

ohmygod the writing hello? the amount of soul, depth, and sheer utter beauty in missy's words are beyond me. had me sobbing every other line and my heart aching all throughout and boy was it worth it.

➺ take five - by @jiminrings

| yoongi x reader | 10k

angst, fluff, unrequited love, pinning

summary: "dr. min yoongi's a board-certified dermatologist; skilled, renowned, and in-demand - oh and also, he's divorced."

➺ page turner - by @gukslut

| taehyung x reader | 13.6k

teacher!tae/ librarian!reader, fluff, smut, minor angst

summary: "corny romance and a zillion cheesy Romeo and Juliet quotes and references."

my tainted hopeless romantic heart ugh. they're so cute.

➺ bloom- by @hobidreams

| namjoon x reader | 20.7k

assassin!reader x florist!namjoon, smut, angst, action, sprinkles of fluff

>> summary: "family is who you kill for. who you die for. in this society, you and your kin are shadows, clinging to the darkness to obey orders absolute. but when such orders command you to abandon what little honor remains for wealth and notoriety, you find yourself lost in lonely uncertainty about the only vocation you’ve ever known. that is, until you meet a man with gentle hands, a poet’s heart, and a love for coaxing the world into bloom."

➺ counterfeit culture - by @ggukcangetit

| seokjin x reader | 29k

modern day au loosely based on jane austen’s pride & prejudice, e2l, fluff, smut, comedy

>>summary: “for as long as you can remember, you’ve always known right from wrong, good from bad, and woke from entitled/ignorant. but when you continue to cross paths with Kim Seokjin - the apparent antithesis of everything you believe in - certain walls begin to crumble. and over time, you come to realise that the world isn’t black and white, first impressions can be misleading, and that you are just as guilty as each person you’ve judged so harshly. realisation brings acceptance, and maybe, just maybe, acceptance can bring something more.”

➺ if i told you - by @gukyi

| jungkook x reader | 22k

friends to lovers!au, college!au, fluff, comedy, angst

>> summary: "in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him."

➺ to hold a dragon's heart - by @softlyjiminie

| taehyung x reader | 19.1k

dragon prince!kim taehyung x warrior princess!reader, smut, angst, fluff, forbidden romance, dragon shifter!au, royalty!au, enemies to lovers!au

>> summary: "two kingdoms, two hearts and the world between them. your whole life has been a challenge, never an easy moment on your road to becoming queen but will one decision, one encounter with the man you were destined to hate, change the fate of your worlds, forever?"

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redflagromance · 1 year

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Deplorably Devoted to You

HEARTBREAKING: You’re the Worst Person You Know

You're an accomplished event planner- weddings, baby showers, moon abductions- you do it all. In fact, you're so good that your smoking hot eldritch boss Balthazar Grivus just made you his partner at your firm. It’s finally your chance to change the future of evil event planning. The late nights alone perfecting confetti-spewing bear traps as Barry’s apprentice are over, and now your schedule and heart are wide open.

Nefarious plots abound, and you have a bevy of romantic and professional interests to pursue: plan a wedding anniversary, push a rebrand of a struggling majority, prepare a getaway ship, and promote the fortress-warming party of the millennia.

The Sorceress

The sorceress is a proud, luxury-loving lady of the ‘eye for an eye’ persuasion. Will you help her achieve vengeance and social satisfaction? Or will you disappoint her and doom yourself to eternal sleep?

The Gunslinger

Gene is a creation of his time- to be specific, the 1800s. In and out of jail for various ill-conceived crimes, he is now more comfortable in a prison cell than out of it. Will his zest for life and the finer points of dynamite light up your life, or blow your career out of the water?

The Florist

Your florist is a gentle, caring person with a heart of gold and a devastating fear of dogs. Their plant expertise, professionalism, contacts dedicated to violating the laws of nature, and tendency to not ask questions make them indispensable to you. But will you bloom together, or will they be uprooted?

The Orc

She is a union president, a go-getter, and forklift certified. She’s also built like a brick house. Can you help her with the image rebrand that her people desperately need in the face of a global morality shift, or will you get eaten alive?

The Space Pirate

They’re fun. They’re spontaneous. And they’re not a felon in this galaxy yet. Their new ship is almost ready for takeoff- is their ship’s maiden voyage destined to shine brightly, or doomed to crumble into stardust?

The Super Hero

He’s big. He’s strong. He’s probably late for his next client at the gym. He’s as rough as the stones he loves to hunt for in his free time, and tougher than most of the criminals he brings in on late nights.

Your world and career are on the brink- but of success, or failure?

Can you have it all while throwing the best worst events of the season and getting the dark lord to notice you?

DEMO HERE:

#twine #twine games #choice of games #interactive fiction #twine game #twine interactive fiction #interactive novel #deplorably devoted to you #deplorably devoted #text based game

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couldyoutellmehowau · 5 months

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Welcome to my somewhere else au blog!!

Hello! I’m Maxie aka @quackerjack and this is my very self indulgent post canon tma au

Could You Tell Me How: An Au By Maxie

In a parallel London, a decade and a half after the apocalypse, Jon and Martin are a pair of ex husbands turned qpps raising the world’s most curious 11 year old together. When Martin bonds with a strangely familiar student in the school library he works at, they soon discover they’re not the only ones who made it to this new world.

The Cast

Jon, middle aged and somewhat all-knowing. Works from home and really only leaves the house to go to Martin’s, although he has started connecting with the woman who works the register at the nearby florist’s

Martin, a school librarian and father-daughter road trip enthusiast. Content with his social circle just being Jon and their daughter; but certainly happier when Tim shows up at his desk one day

Junie, extroverted and full of questions. Loves to be the center of attention. A certified weird girl, and lover of cats

Dani, 13 and shy, but incredibly witty when she comes out of her shell. Likes to spend time in her school library, and lives in graphic tees she steals from her uncle Gerry

Tim, back in publishing, his main hobby is annoying his wife and daughter. Still not ready to forgive, but maybe ready to try again at friendship with Jon

Sasha, forged herself the qualifications for a nice academic career in this universe too. Expert in the supernatural after years of friendship with Gerry

Gerry, tattoo artist and cool uncle; his tattoo parlor is above Shelly’s flower shop, and he’s lived with Tim and Sasha for the past decade.

Shelly, a strange woman with fantasies about a past life as a monster that feel just a little too real- especially when the man she sees in them walks into her flower shop.

I don’t plan for this blog to have a chronological comic of the AUs whole story, but it will feature illustrations, short comics, and potentially fanfiction. Feel free to send any asks, for me or for the characters; and please keep in mind this is just my self indulgent au that I’ve made because it makes me happy, it’s silly and while technically could be canon compliant, I’ve absolutely taken a lot of liberties and things in it are very likely to be changed around.

Thank you for reading!!

#the magnus archives au #tma au #tma somewhere else #my art #could you tell me how au #character info

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rosesandmary · 13 days

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florist certified 🫶🫶🫶

#rosemary rambles #deadname lovingly censored by majmask link

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vampyr-game · 2 years

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i think i would like to see camellia/jonathan because. the only time jonathan sounds really happy, truly ELATED, is when that plant claws back from the brink of death. so like im just saying! certifiable plant dad jonathan! retire and get a greenhouse. idk. florist au (and she's already a florist...)

they are boht mysterious! she never gets sick, right? maybe she is a witch. a cunning woman. she could hold her own against his vampiric wiles by wielding plant-based vampire deterrents of which he knows naught.

he could confide in her. she could grow him all the illegal plant-based remedies he wants.

since jonathan is a savant in everything else i suppose you could have him know sign language, or he could gradually learn it. or they just figure it out due to narrative convenience. i mean the little mermaid exists, we're allowed.

and if we're looking for camellia content on the sapphic side then i mean, marymellia is not a bad contender. flowers for the widow?? it practically writes ITSELF

#which of course means i have no excuse for not having finished it yet but uh #dont ask questions #vampyr #vampyr game #vampyr 2018 #camellia vampyr #jonathan reid #thoughts #text #shipping

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ofmermaidstories · 2 years

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wait can you, like, imagine double dates with something!reader and deku + surrender!reader and bakugou?? they’d be a certified mess— but like in the best way possible. just deku and weeds being extra nice while bakugou and scribbles just annoy each other with snide/joking comments. or like both readers imitating what their s/o’s hero persona??

also like imagine bakugou’s reaction when scribbles and weeds start getting along— he’s totally do the ohmygod she’s a bad influence until he gets used to them being besties (or like good friends idk)?? bad weeds and scribbles teasing both of them together agsjdhdh brain rot !!! I can’t wait till shouto and his y/n join the gang ?? I dunno, what’re some interactions/headcanon’s you have about the y/n’s and their boys? I’ll take an slice anything, really

there’s something so joyous and celebratory about seeing these heroes have normal home lives with normal people— like in the manga/anime we see them suffer and train and train and do very little of anything else. but your in another life fics just give them the softest epilogue and just reading and imagining them makes me so fucking happy

In my original outline for the very last chapter of something (just like this) I had like, a part in there where something!Reader/Scribbles was like, “when am I going to meet this florist of yours eh??”, like, just kind of poking fun at Bakugou, and he was going to reply with something like, “‘m not letting Weeds near you, you’re a shitty influence” but i didn’t like it so i axed it 🥹 Now in my outline they just talk about Deku (boring….)

(Scribbles and Weeds become besties anyways and Scribbles is deliberately like, “you should leave him bestie, you can do so much better, marry a nice farmer with a big farm by the sea who grows you flowers for the shop” and Weeds is just like, “????????? but i…. like my Blasty????????? 🥺 ?????? ????????” while Bakugou, who very clearly heard everything because Scribbles made eye contact while grinning, just has to grind his teeth while Deku starts prattling on whether a farmer/florist duo could turn a profit in a similar operation)

I do see Bakugou getting salty when Scribbles and Weeds become BFFs because it’ll be like… cementing that tether he and Deku have with each other LMAO. I just know Deku is imagining he and Bakugou and Shouto and the Y/Ns like, spending these big noisy Christmases together at his house with all their other friends and whatever kids come along and karaoke and food everywhere and like… tears up at the thought LMAOOOO lsdkfjsldkfjl. ahhh deku… ya nerd. all he wants is absolutely everything. 🥹 anyways, Bakugou’s also actually going to like Shouto’s Y/N a lot more, straight off the bat, because he finds them significantly less annoying (mostly because Y/N is tormenting Shouto and doesn’t even know it LMAO).

I make it sound like Bakugou and Scribbles don’t get along. Scribbles will enjoy teasing him, by the end of something—and he will take it on the chin, no matter how he barks back. The two of them are going to come to understand something very fundamental about each other in that last chapter and it’ll bond them (reluctantly) in a way that doesn’t happen for any other Reader/Hero combo.

(but i’ve promised a hundred happy endings right? so on that note, re: double dates, by the time any of them have the chance to properly do date nights it might as well be a triple date with Shouto and his Y/N—and it will be chaotic and noisy and the first one will absolutely get gate-crashed by their other friends and Bakugou will swear up and down that he’ll never do that ever, ever again—cue to them all a couple of years down the track, at one of their monthly banquet lunches at Deku��s house; it’s noisy, there’s a couple of babies underfoot—food everywhere. A tiny happily ever after, that they get to repeat, over and over again.🌷📖🌾🌊✨)

#ofmermaidstories-asks #oh my God anon that last part of your ask 🥹 literally made my heart seize up LMAO #here’s to our heroes and their happy endings—and here’s to our own 🌷💕#i feel like i need a in another life verse tag… hmmmmm #surrender-fic #surrender-fic verse #something just like this — fic #still falling for you — fic #yeah i need that IAL tag lmfao

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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…reader and her friends Steve, Ransom, Ari, Chris and Jake who are mystery/ghost hunters?

Sometimes even though they requested 2 rooms, the motel is overbooked and *gasp* there’s only one bed? But they’re all just super platonic best friends right? Nothing will happen. 👀 …right?

Or…it’s been a few days since they’ve been able to afford to have a single-bed room at a hotel (Ransom’s currently arguing with Harlan so he’s cut off at the moment and Ari and reader hustle pool/flirt to get gas/hotel fare) and if Jake just NEEDS to take care of his boner right then and there in the van so he can focus on the next case, well…reader’s always wanted to give road head. And it’s now or never (except it then happens…a lot) 🤷🏼‍♀️

WHOOPS IT HORNY HOURS IM SORRY.

OMG WAIT I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE A ROADTRIP AU, I LITERALLY HAVE NOTES/PLOTPOINTS/THE RV NAME SAVED IN A DOC !!

characters i have in mind: ari, jake, steve. now.. perhaps ransom is the rich guy who constantly pops up wherever the group is staying bc he has a massive crush on the reader, and always tries to woo her with expensive and shiny things !! but no, our reader is into the little knick knacks, collecting bottle caps, postcards and ‘just the normal things, fancy things don’t do it for me’ but ransom still tries anyway. (You didn’t hear it from me, but they meet a rugged biker with a buzzcut who joins their little group !!)

reader is the number one flirt, responsible for their free gas, free food, free rooms and ehem... ari does it too, but isn't as good ☺️ plus people are intimidated by him. she hooks up with people on the road, going on dates and being 'the one that got away' for all those poor souls. Steve is the certified mechanic and bartender, he’ll usually pick up a job at a bar if they’re staying long. jake is the sweetest fella on the planet, ofc a tech head but he’s also the cook !! Perhaps ari does a bunch of stuff, usually working at the most obscure places who are desperate enough to hire some guy (florist, music shop, bakery).

I’d write this with an endgame, meaning it would be centred on two characters getting together in the end, no gang bangs here. Me thinks ari would be perfect for a friends-to-lovers/idiots in love. Similar to erotica but a completely different storyline, I’d add a tad of ex’s-to-lovers bc yes, reader and ari went on a few dates, they still do, but it just never works out. Definitely blue balling the rest of the friends. The vibes would be more like a photo album, lots of Polaroids, watching the sunrise/sunset, sharing beds in crappy motels, using fake names for fun in different cities, and just about a group of friends who are each other’s safe place.

now this is not the horny thot any of you were expecting but a road trip au is on my bucket list !! i must look away from all my wips... while adding this one to the never-ending list

#sonnysprompts #road trip au

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windfighter · 11 months

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Was thinking about florist!kouji and my brain just cannot accept that so it moved on and here's some headcanons for another AU

When Kouji is 36 he returns to Japan. Being one leg short (sorry Kouji you'll be losing that leg to a snake in all my future AUs (except maybe the one where you become a cop)) makes traversing tough terrain harder and he retires from his work as a nature photographer. Well, mostly at least.

At this point Takuya has joined a Japanese football team and moved back home and Kouji moves in with him despite having his own apartment over there (his younger sister is living in it though so it's being used and he doesn't want to disturb her)

Kouji is... not great at just staying home to wait for Takuya day after day. He still writes an occassional article for a magazine, but most time is spent twiddling his thumbs and he can't stand it. So...

Kouji finally starts studying at a university! His dad is very proud about Kouji deciding to stop chasing childish dreams and becoming a...

Therapist! :D Wait, what? Kousei had raised him to become a lawyer what is this?

Yeah, Kouji starts studying psychology, much to the horror of literally everyone around him. Except maybe Sueko, his sister.

He studies part-time because his body is literally against him working any harder than that, which means he doesn't graduate until he's 45. Could have taken even longer, but he's also a big fan of pushing himself past his limits and just because he's retired from one job does't mean he has gotten that much better at it.

So now he's a certified therapist. Somehow he gets a (part-time) job working with kids. His sister is happy for him, everyone else are worried for the kids

With all right! Sometimes Kouji is absolutely not the person the kids need, but he's very quick to help them find the person they DO need which is more than can be said about a lot of other therapists. Sometimes not being a people person is a good thing???

Occassionally he ends up being just the person the kids need to talk to. He's just as surprised as everyone else about how he ended up in that situation, but really all he's doing is treating the kids as fellow humans instead of... kids. They're the experts of their own issues and Kouji listens, because he can tell no one else did before the kids met him

Seeing how well Kouji's handling the kids make Takuya start talking about them getting a few of their own. Kouji thinks they're a bit too old at that time. But Takuya is retired and bored and Kouji is only working part-time so... when two people love each other very much sometimes they go to the government and asks if there's some kids that need a loving home and that's how they eventually got two

Kouji is finally forced to learn how to make food x3

#windy wrambles #digimon frontier #headcanon #kouji minamoto #I don't have a lot of thoughts about this yet #just that Kouji as a therapist would either be an absolute disaster #or a surprisingly good combo #apparently there's people who became mothers at the tender age of 74 #so kouji and takuya can get kids at 46 as a treat :3 #don't worry sueko is becoming a lawyer so Kousei gets one kid who follows his footsteps :3

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faunandfl0ra · 1 year

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TIMING: Current

LOCATION: Tír na nÓg PARTIES: Conor @faunandfl0ra and Bridie @itzbridiebitch SUMMARY: Conor hand delivers flowers to Bridie’s club, but she seems more excited about him being here than about his work. It soon turns into a game of 20Q which he somehow manages to lose at. CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions of suicide

“You’re the florist?”

Conor stared at the other person. Most of his interactions with others made him question if life was some sort of episode of Happy Days where they removed the cameras and forgot to add the laughter track. An armful of flowers and foliage before him, he was silent for a moment longer before answering the pointless question posed to him. “Yes, I’m the florist.” His tone matched how uninspired he felt in this instant, and as he shuffled to the venue, his old worn out leather shoes scuffing the floor, tried to ignore that unpleasant feeling he’d get anytime other faes were around. It wasn’t even unpleasant, but he didn’t like it.

The feeling dissipated, and his shoulders relaxed, while he returned to the van to get his hands on the crates of flowers he’d brought along. This was quite a big event and he’d have to deliver.

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Bridie would take any reason to throw a party. Of course, every night at her little slice of Wicked’s Rest was a party, but it got boring sometimes. The same faces, same music, same drink orders. When the monotony of it got to be too much, that was when she decided to hold an event. In the past, she’d held simple ones. On Wednesdays We Wear Pink (anyone who showed up in pink got half priced drinks) and Margaritaville (all beach drinks half off of you showed up in beach-themed attire) were some of her favorites. But a song had stood out to her recently. A song from some old musical about King Arthur. The Lusty Month of May, it was called. And it gave Bridie an idea.

Getting a pole in the middle of her club hadn’t been too difficult. Not when she pawned the task off on the bouncer. “You’re just so much stronger than me,” she’d said, batting her eyelashes. Bridie had covered every inch of the place with brightly colored ribbons and streamers. It was a certifiable May Day festival. All she needed now was…

The new kid (what was his name again? Brady? Brandon? Brett?) appeared before her. “Some guy saying he’s the florist is here?” Brad said, shifting from foot to foot as though he wanted to get away before Bridie gave him something else to do. Noting the movement, she dumped a heap of streamers into his arms. “Get these attached to the pole.” She instructed as she turned to go find the flowers. “Thanks Bill!” the faun called in a sing song voice as she skipped off.

Bridie walked outside and saw a van with heaps of brightly colored blossoms stuffed inside. She let out a delighted squeal as she made her way over. “Hi, I think we spoke over the phone. Those are fabulous! I love it, this is going to be totally amazing!”

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And there was the owner, or maybe the one in charge of events, who knew? Conor knew he’d have to make an effort. It wasn’t in his habit to pretend. He always felt like a liar when he did, and lying always made him so terribly uncomfortable that he preferred to entirely avoid it. Even pretending to smile was demanding a lot, and he always ended up looking like he was trying to smile, rather than like someone genuinely warm and sunshine-like.

“We did. I recognize your voice,” she sounded even happier in person. The thought caused him to frown, internally. His blank slate of a face stared at her while she fantasized about how amazingly fabulous and fantastic it was all going to be. In the meantime, Conor wondered how painful being shot in the face would be, compared to all that positive energy. He had just arrived here and he was already exhausted with the bright sunny attitude of that woman. Well, there was that, and this feeling he got around other fae.

Perhaps this explained that.

“I need to get to it, it’s a lot of work,” he eluded her compliments, and grimacing a smile at her, moved away with his crate in hands.

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The work the florist had done really was fantastic. All pinks and blues and yellows- pops of bright color positively everywhere. It was going to look incredible. Bridie tried not to grimace at the mention of work, and her smile matched his own attempt at one. “Yeaaah…” she drew the word out, staring at it for a moment. God she needed to find another person to do stuff for her. Setting up for parties: boring. Partying at the party: fun! “I’ll get Bennett-Blake-Benjamin to come lend us a hand. He should totally be done with the streamers by now.” It had been what, two minutes? Two minutes was enough time to attach streamers to a pole, wasn’t it?

She was so distracted by the gorgeous flowers and the prospect of awful terrible work, she almost missed it. But once Bridie noticed the buzzy sensation that zipped over her skin, it was hard to ignore. That inimitable tingling sensation of being in the presence of fae. Her eyes narrowed and her grin quadrupled in size. “Ohmigod,” the three words rushed out in one hushed jumble. She decided to test something. If Mister Flower Power Grumpy Guts was fae, he’d know how this particular little game worked.

Bridie followed closely after him, not bothering to pick up a crate. The tingles persisted, and she figured it was worth a shot. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught it- can I have your name?”

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"Bennett Blake Benjamin?" Conor wasn't one to humor anyone but that sure sounded intriguing. His eyes scanned over her face while he tried to decide whether she was taking the piss out of him here or serious about the guy's name.

Certainly, if she smiled like this, she must have been joking. It wasn't funny and he was happy to have an excuse to stride away from her.

It was a shame she seemed to have one to follow behind.

"You didn't catch my name ? It's on the invoice I sent you the other day," because people always seemed to be shocked with how much he charged for something they could grow in their garden. Right, like these people who struggled to keep their boring lawn clean would be able to make anything interesting grow.

"My name's Conor," he made it a point not to ask for hers, not that he remembered it, but because he simply didn't care. He didn't remember names on the long term anyway so why bother. "I'll need a ladder or a step stool to install the flower arches," he commented, returning to the van to get the other crate.

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Bridie groaned . “His name was something boring and I cannot for the life of me remember what the hell it was. Brandon? Brendon? Bartholomew?” She huffed in annoyance, shaking her head. “It would have been so much easier if it had been a cool name. That might have to be my new prerequisite for hiring people. Must have a cool name, or else they will be assigned one upon employment.” She looked pleased with herself for how utterly professional that last sentence had sounded. Maybe she was getting better at this whole business thing.

“Well I can’t catch what isn’t thrown.” Her grin grew wider, if that was at all possible. She was beginning to look like a demented version of that smiling cat from that children’s story… what was it? Albert in Nowhereland? No, that wasn’t right. She supposed she should have known about the invoice. It was probably sitting in her email with the other one hundred-and-something unopened emails, or the stack of mail that was collecting dust on the corner of her desk. She’d get to it eventually. Probably. Maybe. Someday. One day.

And just like that, her smile deflated like a popped balloon. Well boo. It was no fun if he didn’t ask to have hers. Bridie decided he could keep his name. She didn’t think she looked like a Conor anyway. And maybe that bit about him having sent it over already negated the deal. “Well, you can call me Bridie.” She offered. Her face scrunched up, trying to figure him out. She knew the tingles weren’t from any of her employees, and he was presently the only variable. Bridie continued following Conor as he headed back to the van, shouting over her shoulder as she went “Barnaby! Go grab a step stool!”

Once they were outside, her eyes narrowed. Why wasn’t he saying anything. She was definitely fae, so he should be picking up on it…”Why didn’t you ask if you could have mine?” Bridie asked.

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“I see,” maybe she has the same issue he did with faces, but with names. "Bartholomew, I think you would have remembered." It was hideous. It was fit for the idiot who greeted him, he supposed, but the name was special enough you could remember it. Conor thought a few seconds more about it, before letting his eyes stray toward the crate in his hands. "You want to hire people because they have cool names?" The joke flew above his head and he furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't have a cool name, but I'll do a good job," because he was a lot better at this than he was at getting jokes, clearly.

"I didn't throw anything," he agreed, although he wasn't sure what it was they were talking about here. Oh, right. She didn't catch his name. He gave her a sympathetic smile, a grimace to the observer and was incredibly relieved when she stopped smiling herself. He wasn’t a funny person, and he didn’t want to share playful banter with her even if he was starting to spiral and wonder if this wasn’t what she expected from him, from one fae to another. Fucking faeries, I swear to God. “Bridie?” He scoffed. Of course.

Barnaby? And Conor thought he was rude. He glanced over at her, stacking chicken wire on the dolly next to his tools, then putting the second flower crate on top. “Why?” His brows furrowed while he stared down at the plants. Why was she asking him this? It surely wasn’t the first time someone showed a lack of interest in her name. “I don’t need your name to do my job, do I?” And now she was wasting his time. He pushed on the hand truck, heading back inside without further explanations.

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“Oh, I know it’s not Bartholomew.” Bridie chirped, a wide grin on her face. “I figure eventually I will get it right, and the look of shock and joy at hearing his actual name on Bertrand’s face will be amazing and totally worth having called for ‘Bartholomew’.”

“Well, I mean, having a cool name helps.” Her name was cool. It was sing songy, and fun, and you wouldn’t forget a name like Bridie. Paired with her amazing personality, her name would never leave people’s minds once they’d partied with her. Billy-bob, however… “No one wants to party with someone who has a lame ass name. Or worse, an old person name. Could you imagine shaking your ass in a club with Gertrude, Harriet, and Old Man Jenkins? I don’t think so. Those names sound like they’d sooner bust their hip than bust a move.”

Bridie’s disgruntled expression grew into a certifiable scowl. Why was he pretending he didn’t know what she was? She blinked, watching him push his little hand truck away, before darting ahead of him and standing directly in his path. “Why are you acting like you don’t know?”

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Her explanation was quite exhausting to listen to as it made absolutely no damn sense. Be courteous he thought to himself, as he listened to her brag about how cool her name was. Names were just names. You didn't even pick them, most of the time. There really was no reason to brag about how cool one's name was. He certainly didn't think his name was worth bragging about. He liked it but it was just a name. This being said, he did hate the name Bartholomew because it half sounded like a cat tried to come up with a plausible human name and failed.

"Your name makes me think of the song bye bye birdie," he commented. It wasn't a song he liked. The singer's voice was shrill and you couldn't exactly call it a bop either. "Conor could fit an old man," he added. He knew that, because his great-grandfather was called Conor. Bless his soul. He had a girl called Harriet in his class, back in 3rd grade. He kept that to himself.

She gave him the dirty eye. He didn't pay much care to it, until she strode to come stand in his way. "You're in the way," there was something lazy about the way he said it. He could have rolled around her, yet here he stood, looking at her. "Like I don't know what?" He knew what she meant. You're one of us, she'd say. He didn't like the implication. Most fae he met didn't care for killing humans. His mom was human. His brother too. That wasn't fair.

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The faun’s face crinkled. “Um, only you say it wrong.” She squiggled a finger through the air, as if signing her name. “B-r-i-d-i-e. Emphasis on that first ‘i’. Like a bride. Then add an e. See? Bridie.” She drew her name out, over enunciating it as if that would somehow help her get her point across. “And I’ve met just as many college frat bros named Conor as there probably are old geezers named Conor.”

“Yeah, I know I am, that’s kind of the whole point.” Bridie crossed her arms impatiently, eyes narrowing as she stomped a platform shoe that sounded suspiciously like a hoof into the pavement beneath her foot. “Listen babes, I was born at night, but it wasn’t last night.” She looked him up and down, taking in the sight. “So what’s the sitch? What are you? We’re the only two out here, so it’s gotta be you.”

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"I say it wrong?" Maybe he hadn't paid enough attention the first time around. Like he said, he didn't care to remember her name. "It still sounds a lot like birdie," he persisted. Conor didn't mind if young or old people wore his name. Like he said, it was just a name. "Then it fits everyone. Like your name. When you're old, an old lady will be called Bridie." What did it matter? Old people were great. They were his age. The old man who lived across from the flower shop and he were getting along well already.

He glanced down as she hit the floor with her shoe. That sound wasn't new to his ears. That peculiar note, he'd heard it before. "I'm not a babe," crossing his arms, he leaned his weight on the handles of his hand truck and looked at her with an ever so bored look on his face. Quickly, his eyes were darting away. "I'm just the fucking flower guy," he didn't mean to swear. He didn't seem too worried about his slip of words however. "I don't know what the fuck you mean," ow. Why did he lie? He winced quietly, a clenching in his stomach forcing him to take a deep breath. "Can you let me through?"

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“Yeah, it’s not birdie. Do I look like a bird to you?” Bridie gestured to herself. “Note the lack of wings. I don’t do feathers. It’s not a good look on me.” She curled her lip in disdain. “No. Old person energy is like… a state of mind, or whatever. I will never be an old lady. I don’t have it in me. I’m not gonna be sitting at home making granny squares or baking cookies. I’m gonna go sky diving.”

Bridie grinned. “Oooh, so he does play word games! Good, good, good.” He looked bored, and that made this all the more entertaining for Bridie. What would it take for him to get annoyed enough to give in? Or even better, what would get him to loosen the hell up adn have some fun? “No can do, babycakes. You still haven’t said the password. Especially since lying isn’t gonna be fun for either of us.” She pouted dramatically, before batting her eyelashes. “Come on, you know it would be way more fun if you told me.”

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"You don't look like a bird, no," but that wasn't what he said, was it? Conor followed her hand with his eye. When she described her featherless state, he didn’t reply. He wasn’t going to discuss something that wasn’t there, was he?

Of course, he disagreed with her. Old person energy? What was that? “If you’re old, you’re old. You can like skydiving, you’ll still be old. That’s factual,” why would someone want to skydive was above him. He didn’t get it. It sounded atrocious. Conor would have rather stayed at home. He often preferred to stay at home, he didn’t like new things. “Cookies sound better if you ask me. I’d rather eat and bake cookies.”

He frowned, and that only seemed to enhance the disinterest . Why was she smiling? What did he do? Word games? He did like word games, sometimes. “I’m not babyca-” He sighed. Lying wasn’t going to be fun for either of them. They were the same. He didn’t like that. Covered his eyes with the heel of his hands, he mumbled some insult in Irish beneath his breath. He didn’t know much Irish, but those had been fucking easy to remember. “You think this is fun?” What the actual fuck. “Fuck off, this isn’t fucking fun, it’s a bloody nightmare is what it is.”

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Bridie paused, frowning. “I…” she was confused. Why did he seem upset. The fae were a community- sure they were all different. All needed different things. But in Bridie’s experience, she’d never dealt with someone like this. “Well, yeah, of course I think it’s fun.” Her voice was softer now. Like a scolded child who wasn’t sure what they’d done wrong.

“What do you mean a nightmare? I don’t trade in scary things. Not unless someone else gets a kick out of it, and then it’s fair game if I think it’s fun… wait do you mean me? Do you mean I am a nightmare?”

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Well at least she wasn’t yapping about how fun everything was, skydiving, calling people the wrong name until you remember the right one, being a folklore monster… “I don’t mean you.” Conor didn’t know her. Sure, she was irritating him so far but he tried not to be unfair to people. He was rude, but he wasn’t unfair. At least, he thought so. “I mean me,” his eyebrows furrowed. Tilting his chin up, the faun started to glance up at the sky, if only not to have to look at her at all. He knew she’d look at him now. “You seem to be perfectly happy being whatever it is you are. Good for you,” he didn’t get it. How could you possibly be satisfied living that sort of life? Maybe she was a different kind of fae. He knew it wasn’t just fauns. “I really need to get back to work, Bridie.”

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Her frown deepened. “You’re not a nightmare.” Bridie crossed her arms. “You’re cranky as anything, but you’re not a nightmare.” Bridie took a step closer, desperately trying to put the puzzle together.

Then it occurred to her that there was an easy way to answer her question. It wasn’t nice, exactly. Lies weren’t something they traded in, so yes or no questions complicated thing’s immensely. And Bridie wasn’t about to wander back inside without an answer. “Yes or no: are you fae?” She asked. “Answer my questions and I will let you go back to work. You have my word.” She held out her hand. It was a small deal. A trivial one really. But she made sure to say questions instead of just a single question. She was figuring this thing out.

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“You don’t fucking know me,” his tone usually oscillated between flat and irritated. It was nothing like this. His voice was tainted from those words being something he’d thought about too many times. People didn’t know him, and when they did, they didn’t like it. How could it have been any other way? Who would want to know a bloody goat man. Conor glanced back down, at her feet. He didn’t want her to step closer.

Her question made him turn his back on her for a second. The fucking witty motherfuck’ She knew he would have no way out. “That’s not nice,” he commented. It was terribly black and white of him to say, but some things weren’t more complicated than that. “Fuck,” Conor exclaimed himself. “Yeah,” while he spat it out, he made it a point to look anywhere but in her direction. “Now you let me go back to work,” he shook his head, all too unaware of the weight of her words

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“Of course I don’t, that’s why I’m asking you questions to get to know you.” Bridie sighed dramatically. “Duh. That’s how meeting new people works.” She noticed him look down at her feet, glamoured to look like sky high pink platform heels. Grinning, she took one tiny step closer.

“I never said I was nice, honey.” Bridie clapped her hands together, delighted. She waited, staring at him with wide eyes for the answer she knew was coming. At the confirmation, the faun let out a squeal, bouncing back and forth on her feet. “I knew it!” She crowed. “Annnd, no. Because you agreed to questions. Plural. Implying more than one. So what kind of fae are you?”

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“Of course,” Conor pursed his lips until they looked like a line. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t usually talk to people long enough to make conversation.” She moved forward, again, but he didn’t move. If she got too close, he would step away, but he didn’t want to appear as easily scared.

“Good, because you’d be lying then,” Conor decided then that he really preferred her ten seconds ago, when she looked miserable. Decidedly so. “Do you have to be so loud all the time?” Pressing his fingertips against his eyelids, the faun sighed. What was that about? So what if he agreed to questions? “We didn’t shake on it,” he took his hands off his eyes and gave her a smile. “But then I suppose that makes two questions. I’m a faun, now kindly fuck off,” he didn’t smile often, and there was nothing warm about the one he had on his face.

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There was a moment where Bridie was stood preternaturally still.

Wide eyes got wider, and an overjoyed expression broke out across her face like a firework exploding.

“Oh my god!!!” She squealed, launching herself at the other faun in a hug. “Oh my god, I haven’t seen another faun in so long! How long have you been in town? Are there others like us? How many other fae do you know? What do you look like without the glamour? Do you want to hang out with me?”

It was a barrage of questions as the young faun bounced up and down in excitement. She simply couldn’t help herself.

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He froze. What was she doing. Was she going to ever let go? What was going on?

He barely registered what she was saying, focused as he was on whatever it was he was supposed to be doing with his hands. Conor currently held them up in the air, like he was getting arrested. The look on his face matched that sentiment : bewildered, wide eyed and really wishing he was some other place. “I answered two questions. I need to get back to work now,” his tone remained unchanged, however. “Please? Can you let go? I…” Fucksake. He closed his eyes for a second, shutting them tightly while he tried not to think about all her questions. This was just his luck, wasn’t it? Just his fucking damn bloody luck.

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Bridie frowned. This was not what she was used to. Then again, she’d grown up surrounded by fae she’d known and not random faun’s she’d only met moments prior. Maybe this just wasn’t his idea of fun. She relinquished her hold on him, taking a few steps back.

“Right, you did.” She said sheepishly. “I just got excited, is all.” A shoe that sounded more like a hoof scuffed the pavement as she swung it back and forth. Finally, she stepped out of his way, holding out an arm for him to proceed. “If you ever do want someone to hang out with, just hit me up, okay? There’s another club downtown- The Mushroom Circle. It’s a little more… Comfortable. To hang out at.”

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Conor frowned. The scowl didn’t go away as she stepped away, as if permanently carved into his face. He remained still for a few more seconds, as he listened to her. He knew she wasn’t a bad person. Bad people didn’t want others to be happy. “It’s fine,” he mumbled.

“You want to hang out with me?” That didn’t make sense. She just met him, and even if she and he were alike, if she was anything like his father, she’d just let him down. Conor knew he let down people too. He never meant to, but maybe fauns were like that. “I like mushrooms,” he finally added. “I’ve been trying to make terrariums for mushrooms, but I need to figure out the humidity to make sure they don’t thrive too much, but also don’t die, and there’s also the right pH in the soil. It’s a bit complex, I don’t know if I’ll eventually manage, but I have good hopes. Plants usually end up listening to me,” he glanced at her. She was bored, wasn’t she? “I don’t know if I can go to that place. I don’t hang out with people,” he hummed to himself and took a hold of the handles again. “I have work. I… yeah.”

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She nodded. “Well, yeah.” she hadn’t made many far friends since being in town. She’d been so caught up with getting her little once stop shop of euphoria up and running, and she desperately missed the community she’d had back home. Bridie pawed a heeled shoe into the ground.

She looked a bit confused as he continued on about mushrooms. She knew… well basically nothing about growing plants, much less mushrooms. So humidity and pH meant literally nothing to her. But mushrooms could be snacks- maybe he grew food in addition to flowers. “The Mushroom Circle is a bar- but maybe they’d want an actual faerie ring… could be fun.” She frowned a little at his excuse, her mind already spinning for a workaround. “Okay… where’s your shop?”

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“Yeah?” The faun fell silent. What were the odds that this ended poorly? Statistically high. Most of his relationships ended poorly, if not all. The only stable thing in his life right now was the letters he sent his mother every month, the ones he received every month.

"Maybe. Maybe," he didn't have to get his hopes up. He just had to keep his hopes on the floor. She spoke of faerie ring and he just looked away. He had no idea what that was. Conor knew that he didn't like many things about his species. He fed off people, he looked like an animal hybrid, he could kill people, he had killed people. Was this going to be another disappointment? Most likely. Fun. That word, again. "I'll get the decorations inside. You'll get my address with the invoice," reaching into his apron, he handed out an envelope to her. "You can stop by. I'm sorry, I just… I'm not great at this whole thing." With a light frown, the faun nodded his head at her in an attempt at being somewhat polite or apologetic.

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“Yeah.” She confirmed with a smile. Yeah, she did want a friend. Yeah he was grumpy, but he was the first faun she’d seen in a while.

“Okay, I’ll take maybe.” It wasn’t a deal. She wouldn’t ask for a deal, no matter how badly she wanted to. She’d already played this little game too long, and he didn’t seem fond of it. “I’ll let you finish your work- if you need anything, let me know. I’ll get Billius to help you finish.” Bridie turned to go inside to tend to whatever needed to be done. “It was nice to meet you, Conor.” the young faun grinned before walking back inside. He might not have been great with this sort of thing, but making friends fell squarely in Bridie’s wheelhouse. She had this under conntrol. Whether or not Conor realized it, he had gained a new friend that day.

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Valerie!

She’s a satyr who works as a florist and is a certified bimbo. When she starts to play on syrinx flowers start to grow faster.

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Deplorably Devoted To You: DEMO RELEASE

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Blossoming Choices: Comparing Flower Delivery Services from M&S, Waitrose, and Next

In today's fast-paced world, the convenience of online flower delivery services has become increasingly popular for gifting, celebrations, or simply adding a touch of nature to one's home. Among the myriad of options available in the UK, three prominent retailers—Marks & Spencer (M&S), Waitrose, and Next—stand out for their floral delivery offerings. This article explores the distinctive features, variety, and overall service quality of M&S Flower Delivery, Waitrose Flowers Delivery, and Next Flowers Delivery to help you decide which service might be the best for your floral needs.

M&S Flower Delivery

Marks & Spencer is renowned for its high standards and quality products, and its flower delivery service is no exception. M&S Flower Delivery offers a wide range of bouquets and plants, tailored to suit all occasions, from birthdays and anniversaries to seasonal festivities. The flowers are sourced from trusted growers and are known for their longevity and freshness. M&S also offers free delivery on all flowers and plants, which includes next-day delivery if ordered before a certain time. This makes it a convenient option for last-minute gifts. Additionally, M&S often includes little extras, like a free vase with some of their bouquets, adding a special touch to their service.

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Waitrose Flowers Delivery

Waitrose has a reputation for providing customers with premium quality products, and their flower delivery service lives up to this ethos. Waitrose Flowers Delivery is distinguished by its commitment to sustainability, offering a range of bouquets that are British-grown and sourced from LEAF Marque-certified farms, which support environmentally responsible farming practices. Their collection includes seasonal flowers that are selected based on what is available and fresh at the time, ensuring both variety and quality. Waitrose also offers same-day delivery in partnership with local florists, which is a boon for those needing immediate delivery.

Next Flowers Delivery

Next, primarily known for fashion and home goods, also offers a competent flower delivery service. Next Flowers Delivery stands out for its stylish presentation and range of options that cater not only to personal gifting needs but also corporate events. They offer a diverse selection of flowers and plants, including exotic varieties, which are arranged by skilled florists. Next provides various delivery options, including next-day delivery for orders placed before a certain time and even a subscription service for regular flower deliveries at a reduced price. Their service is characterized by a flair for contemporary styles and trends in floral arrangements.

Conclusion

Choosing between M&S, Waitrose, and Next for flower delivery depends largely on your individual needs and preferences. If you value longevity and traditional styles, M&S might be your best choice. For those who prioritize eco-friendly options and local sourcing, Waitrose offers a compelling service. Meanwhile, Next could be ideal for someone looking for modern and trendy floral arrangements. Each service offers unique advantages, ensuring that no matter your choice, fresh and beautiful flowers are just a click away.

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satanspunk · 23 days

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Flourishing Blooms: Navigating the Best Flower Delivery Services in the UK

When it comes to expressing sentiments through the timeless beauty of flowers, the UK boasts a range of top-tier flower delivery services that cater to every occasion and taste. This article explores the offerings from Tesco, Marks & Spencer (M&S), and Waitrose, while also touching on other notable alternatives such as Next, John Lewis, and the innovative Flowercards.

Tesco Flowers Delivery

Tesco may be best known as a supermarket giant, but its flower delivery service is equally impressive. Offering a variety of affordable floral arrangements, Tesco caters to customers looking for both convenience and value. The flowers are available for both collection and delivery, which includes same-day options through partnerships with local florists. This service is particularly convenient for those who are already shopping at Tesco, allowing for a seamless addition of a bouquet to a regular grocery run.

M&S Flower Delivery

Marks & Spencer flowers continues to uphold its reputation for quality with a luxurious flower delivery service. Known for their long-lasting and fragrant blooms, M&S offers a range of sophisticated arrangements perfect for any special occasion. Their service includes free delivery, with options for next-day and nominated-day delivery to ensure timeliness. M&S often includes little extras like chocolates or champagne, making their bouquets a favored choice for those looking to make a grand gesture.

Waitrose Flowers Delivery

Specializing in ethically sourced and exceptionally fresh flowers, Waitrose’s flower delivery service emphasizes quality and sustainability. With a selection that includes Fairtrade-certified blooms and seasonal options from local growers, Waitrose caters to eco-conscious consumers. Their commitment to freshness ensures that each bouquet is vibrant and lasts longer, providing more value and enjoyment to the recipient.

Exploring Alternatives: Next, John Lewis, and Flowercards

While Tesco, M&S, and Waitrose offer excellent choices, there are other services worth considering. Next Flowers is known for its wide variety of floral gifts suitable for any budget, with reliable next-day delivery that makes it easy to send a last-minute gift. John Lewis, on the other hand, provides premium, stylish bouquets that are perfect for those looking for a touch of elegance.

For something a little different, Flowercards offers a unique blend of greeting card and bouquet in one. These innovative gifts feature fresh, miniature bouquets housed within designer cards, offering a personal and creative way to convey your message.

Conclusion

Whether you're drawn to the convenience of Tesco, the luxury of M&S, the freshness of Waitrose, the variety of Next, the elegance of John Lewis flowers, or the uniqueness of Flowercards, the UK's flower delivery services provide ample choices to express your feelings through flowers. Each service has its own strengths, making it easier for you to find the perfect match for your floral needs.

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trinitydigest · 26 days

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Grand Junction Farmer-Florist Sydney Garvey, of Garvey’s Gardens LLC, Represented Colorado on the Certified American Grown Floral Design Team at the 2024 First Lady’s Luncheon

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