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#Fresh Flower Balloon Bouquet

pupkashi · 3 months

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satoru asks you to be his valentine every year without failure

he will do the whole routine of buying you balloons, writing you a love letter, giving you a plush holding a pink or red heart, a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers, boxes of chocolate and a nervous smile on his face as he asks you.

“will you be my valentine, sweets?” his heart pounds in his chest every year, eager to see you smile widely, roll your eyes at him and tell him yes.

“you know I’ll always say yes, angel boy” you grin, throwing your arms around his neck and pressing soft kisses to his cheek. “you don’t have to do so much every year y’know,” you assure him, struggling to find a place for the newly acquired gifts.

“oh but i do,” he defends, “need to show you that my love grows only stronger for you every year,” you can tell by his slightly puffed chest he’s proud of how eloquent he sounded.

“and I’m thankful for it every year,” you reply, following satoru to the kitchen as he puts the flowers in a vase, throwing out the ones he’d bought you only two weeks ago and replacing them with the fresh valentines bouquet.

he’s be sure to make plans for the two of you, be it a cozy afternoon in with your favorite takeout or a home cooked meal, or a reservation at a restaurant or a picnic he’d set up, he would always find the time for you.

and every year satoru would have the same blooming feeling in his chest and in his stomach, face flushed when you said yes and pressed kisses over his face, telling him you love him.

“my forever valentine” you’d mumble at night, smiling as you watched your lover giggle at the words.

“i like the sound of that, sweetheart,” he whispered, “my forever valentine.” he places a kiss to your forehead before you cuddle into him closer, the smell of his body wash filling your nose.

gojo would live up to the nickname; always making sure you were his valentine before the 14th came along, never missing a year since the two of you got together. it wouldn’t matter if he was across the world on the 13th, he’d be in your arms by the 14th, eyes full of love and heart thumping to same beat as yours.

a/n: something short and sweet before Valentine’s Day <3 hope you guys enjoy :3

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zanarkandskylines · 1 month

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₊✩‧₊ ⇢ birthday boy yuuji!

『 ♡ 』 yuuji x fem!reader (18+ under the cut!) -`✧ yuuji itadori masterlist

✩ you wake yuuji up right at 12:01am by smothering him in kisses and softly singing happy birthday, his sleepy giggles filling your bedroom as he's mumbling "aw thank you baby!"

✩ when the morning comes, he's greeted with an entire living room full of pink and gold balloons accompanying the biggest bouquet of pink roses and tulips that he's ever seen. he didn't even know that you knew he loved flowers! (he literally stops to take pictures of every single flower you pass by - how could you not know?)

✩ you spoil him with a mountain of fresh pancakes for breakfast, topped with all the sweets he desires. you're not shocked that he devours at least 3 whole stacks himself, whipped cream and syrup covering his toothy smile.

✩ megumi and nobara text you throughout the day to keep you posted on the status of his surprise party, giving you the signal to bring him by when they're ready.

✩ yuuji is completely shocked when you stroll into the park and surprise him with all of his friends! streamers hung up between pavilions, buffets of snacks and cakes, presents stacked on a table in the corner and plenty of warm smiles from his found-family. he's teary-eyed when they all yell "happy birthday yuuji!" in unison.

✩ yuuji is nothing but smiles all day long as you snap endless pictures of him with everyone - your favorite being nobara and megumi smearing icing all over his cute cheeks while singing happy birthday. they all had silly party hats on and smiles brighter than the sun.

✩ after cleaning up the party, you have a few more presents hidden up your sleeve for yuuji when you get home - he's oblivious to it all.

✩ when you return home together, you ask him to go start running a bath. he doesn't ask questions, just obeys your simple request. once it's full, you can't help but playfully pull him in with you - fully clothed - soaking you both water and bubbles.

✩ wet clothes are stripped from your bodies in succession, relaxing in the warmth of the bath together. you wash his back and hair for him, refusing to let him lift a finger on his special day. he accepts, blissfully enjoying all of your pampering with a smile.

✩ it doesn't take long for him to start quietly panting with need as you massage his whole body from behind, tracing your fingers over and working every muscle you could get your hands on. his hands grip at the plush of your thighs under the water, head rolled back against the top of your breast with his eyes closed. he gasps each time you "accidentally" let your hand brush against the tip of his semi-hard cock.

✩ when you kiss him from above, his cheeks are rosy - enamored with all the tender love you've served to him throughout the day. he turns and picks you up out of the bath, wrapping a towel around the two of you as you make out against the bathroom counter, dripping wet. the kisses are sweet and sloppy, tongues tangling as both of your hands roam each other's bodies. you can still taste the birthday cake on his tongue.

✩ you finally have enough willpower to part from his kisses - long enough to scoot out of the bathroom with a wink and telling him to stay put. he wraps the towel around his waist, attempting to mask his excitement through the tented fabric while he patiently waits for you.

✩ "come and get it, birthday boy!" you call from your shared bedroom. he makes his way down the hall and can smell a multitude of different candles, light flickering against the bedsheets as he sees you splayed out in his favorite pink lingerie set. "you have one more present to unwrap, better hurry."

✩ and by hurry, you mean "treat me like an all you can eat buffet." so he does - sweet and purposeful. he doesn't bother to remove the lingerie from your body, preferring to work around it because it just looks too pretty on you to go to waste. he sucks your nipples and massages your clit through the mesh fabric, loving how it soaks up every drop of your slick to tease himself. he dips his tongue in and out of you between orgasms, drinking up all of your arousal like honey off a spoon.

✩ he doesn't fuck you until you've given him at least two full orgasms, relishing in all the pretty moans and sounds you make for him. and when he does? it's full of love, soft and slow, the drenched mesh panties pulled to the side as they massage his shaft every time he thrusts in and out of you.

✩ between his own moans, he can't help but keep saying "i love you" against your lips, thanking you for being such an angel to him, and how much he adores you. it warms your heart as you melt into him like ice cream on a hot summer sidewalk.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — happiest of birthdays to one of the sweetest angel protags!! shoujo-coded baby who's forced to shonen. he deserves the world! happy birthday yuuji~ this one's for you both @kweenkatsuki-fics & @yuujispinkhair 💖🎀

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lumiconic · 1 year

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“ i’ll call you home ”

✧ diluc, thoma, zhongli, eula, mona, lumine, kazuha, yoimiya ; domestic fluff

✧ recently i’ve been really into two hearts by nzca lines :3

… diluc brings flowers home every single day. soft curls of light purple honeysuckle and padisarah that tickles your nose with its sugary scent. strings of primrose that he weaves into dainty crowns with surprising tenderness. exotic and bright hibiscus and glaze lilies, bouquets of bright yellow forget me nots, and a stunning arrangement of apple blossoms, white clover, and dahlia. every blossom has eons of meaning behind it, the academic kind of which you could barely begin to fathom; but his gentle smile when he presents you with a freshly picked red rose is enough, you think, to understand it all.

… thoma takes care of every chore around the house, with the kind of speed and skill that makes you look amateurish in comparison. though he’s an expert at every chore, your favorite will always be when he does the laundry, because no matter how much sweet-smelling soap he uses, he is always wreathed in the sharp scent of smoke that seeps into the fabric itself. maybe he doesn’t notice because it’s so constant, but you do, and you love it. you can close your eyes, press your nose to your favorite shirt and take a deep breath and imagine that he is right there, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

… zhongli remembers how you take your tea, whether you prefer sharp mint or sweet black or bitter matcha. he always makes sure to choose the most perfectly decorated pot, studded with gemstones in your favorite color or swirled with elaborately opulent metal shavings. when you arrive home, the moment you close the door behind you, he’s there holding a freshly brewed pot and all the honey or sugar you could want, and the curls of steam rising into the air from the ornately carved lip of the teapot frame his understanding and calm look as he asks how was your day?

… eula is always practicing her dancing, whether in the tiny, unconsciously imperial tapping of one heel against the floor, or a real performance where she throws her lithe frame into each move with all the force she can muster. in the privacy of her own home, she enjoys music, and loudly. the kind of thumping volume that brings a grin to your face. because, no matter what room you’re in you can hear the sound of it pulsing through the floor and follow the noise to find her, performing for an imaginary audience with her eyes closed tight and a beautiful smile spread across her icy, regal features.

… mona knows her apartment is small and desolate, can feel it in the cramped edges of her bedroom where dust collects quicker than she can wash it away. but she is prideful, and refuses to have the person she loves living with her in a place that feels empty or ugly. she throws herself into decorating, exchanging star readings for vases of fresh cecelias, taking money saved from her astrology column to purchase cheap tapestries that she adorns herself with hand woven tassels and specks of glimmering stone, and making it hers. making it yours. in the end, it looks as beautiful as any regal palace.

… lumine’s true home is among the stars, but for now she resides in an enchanted teapot, with you as her most special tenant. with a wave of her hand, she summons anything you could possibly want; a game of popping balloons, a bed with pillows as soft as clouds, entire hot springs. you would ask her to slow down, to stop exerting herself on extravagances like this just for you, but she looks so excited, blushing bright red and smiling shyly, whenever she presents you with a new gift, and there’s something flatteringly magical about how she offers you these things crafted with nothing but love.

… kazuha has had no desire for a physical house, because every gathering stormcloud, glimmering dewdrop, whisper of wind that gusts through his hair is home to him, the expanse of beauty that can be found in every inch of teyvat. so if he were to show you his home, it would be from underneath a silk umbrella he traded a hand written poem for, holding a melon he sliced with his iron sword, sweeping his fingertips out over the plains of inazuma with a serene smile on his face as he awaits your response to his eager joy at showing you, the person he loves the most, the things he considers the most beautiful.

… yoimiya loves the bliss of waking up every morning to find you beside her. she loves that you are a permanent fixture of her life now, someone who’s there whenever she needs. if she could make you a holiday, an official cause to celebrate and roar her favorite songs over the hills and set off fireworks in the sky every single day, she would. maybe she can’t officially, but no one can stop her from celebrating on her own; baking lopsided cakes and carving your likeness out of wood and whispering your name into the wind with a giggle and cupping your face in her hands and planting kisses on your forehead and cheeks every night before you go to sleep.

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uncsukuna · 3 months

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boyfriend! yuuta hcs for valentine's day!

happy (early) valentine's day y'all! if ur single, buy urself some chocolate<3 anyway, i hope y'all like this. the ending is rushed... whoops. pls enjoy & here is a song i think fits yuuta :3

boyfriend! yuuta who asks you to be his valentine on the first of feb with a handmade card. he even gives you a little bag of heart-shaped candy.

boyfriend! yuuta whose face flushes when you smile so sweetly at him and agree to be his valentine. he's pretty sure his heart stopped for a good three beats.

boyfriend! yuuta who spends the next thirteen days trying to come up with the perfect gift. of course, he knows you like the back of his hand, so finding a gift shouldn't be difficult. and, well, it isn't. but yuuta wants you to have the perfect gift.

boyfriend! yuuta who buys all of the typical gifts: chocolates, a cuddly teddy bear with a heart, a heart-shaped balloon, and roses.

boyfriend! yuuta who, ever the dutiful lover, asks maki and nobara for advice. both say a hard no to the roses.

"they're so stereotypical. makes it seem like you don't really care, y'know?"

they're tempted to say no to all of his other options, finding them a bit... corny, but the crestfallen look on yuuta's face when they boo the flowers kills any thoughts of disapproving his other options. plus, knowing you, you're bound to like it.

boyfriend! yuuta who takes maki's and nobara's advice to heart. he never wants to neglect you or make you feel unwanted.

boyfriend! yuuta who does his research on the different types of flowers and their meanings. he jots down some on a sticky note, but the second he comes across the forget-me-nots, his decision is made.

boyfriend! yuuta who scrolls through forums and social media posts to find an idea of what the perfect gift for you should be.

boyfriend! yuuta who buys you this necklace. he thinks it's beautiful, and it's not as forward as a promise ring.

boyfriend! yuuta who perfectly wraps and bags your gifts. he wraps the heart-shaped box of chocolates, places the teddy bear into a gift bag with red and pink tissue paper, and ties the box holding your necklace with a red ribbon.

boyfriend! yuuta who makes sure the bouquet of forget-me-nots are fresh and cut.

boyfriend! yuuta who can't stop bouncing his leg while waiting for you to show up. the waitress has asked him if he needed anything about three times.

boyfriend! yuuta who smiles nervously when you enter the cafe and take a seat at the somewhat secluded table.

boyfriend! yuuta who tries his best to ignore the knots in his stomach as he places his gifts on the table. there's already an apology ready on his tongue if you don't like any of the gifts or if you're allergic to chocolate, despite yuuta asking you numerous times beforehand and seeing you eat chocolate before.

boyfriend! yuuta whose anxiety instantly disappears once he sees that beautiful smile bloom on your face and the grateful twinkle in your eyes.

boyfriend! yuuta who decides right then and there that he'd do anything to continue seeing that big, bright smile.

note: sorry i haven't posted... writing has been difficult lately + skewl has been ass SOO yeah! sorry y'all :( umm i have sumn for bff! sukuna but idk if anyone would actually like it? like i don't wanna ruin the og post by posting some sequel (prequel?) that nobody gaf abt. also try for 400+ notes on that post omg!!! also also i swear i haven't forgotten abt daycare attendant! nanami i just have no ideas n the ones i do have are rotting in drafts... anyway i've rambled long enough ENJOY UR DAYYYY GUYS <333

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daaydreamy · 10 months

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Waking subrry up on valentines day like its always the man that does this but with subrry its her like him waking up seeing heart Ballons flying over him and him covered in roses and then she comes in and gives him gifts and breakfast in bed and he thinks he looks bad since he just woke up but her telling him how beautiful he is :( and afterwards her pleasuring him and her priority is that he gets to cum and he feels bad after since she didnt finish and then she says how important he is for her :( PLS WRITE THAT IM BEGGING U

darling, i will always cherish you

summary: it’s valentine’s day.

warnings: coarse language, handjob

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

As Harry slowly stirred awake, he reached out to the other side of the bed, where Y/N usually laid, a frown making his way to his face when he realized it was cold and empty. He rubbed the remaining sleep in his eyes before stretching his arms out over his head, letting out a big yawn. As he was yawning, Y/N suddenly came into the room, holding a tray of food and two red heart balloons that were floating up in the air.

“Happy Valentine’s day.”

“What? You didn’t have to do this…” He chuckled softly, feeling his face heat up when she placed the tray down on his lap after putting the glass of water down on the nightstand, letting the balloons hit the ceiling when she let them go. She only smiled brightly in return and leaned in, giving him a big kiss.

“Shit, wait… I forgot something.” She said urgently and started rushing out of the room once more, leaving Harry a little dumbfounded with his lips parted, no words coming out of them. He looked down at the food in his lap while waiting for her to come back, finding himself smiling as he stared at the fluffy pancakes with syrup and berries spilled over them, a small tab of butter sitting at the top.

He lifted his head back up when he heard her footsteps and saw a bouquet in her hand this time, making Harry’s face flush even more.

“Y/N-”

“They’re your favorites.”

“I…” Harry took the bouquet from her hand, inhaling the sweet and fresh smell of the flowers, too flustered to even make up a sentence. “Y-you didn’t have to do this, you know.” He chuckled softly, hoping to god that blood would stop rushing to his cheeks.

She shrugged, picking a blueberry off of the pancakes she made, popping it in her mouth. “I wanted to. It’s Valentine’s day, Harry, of course I was gonna do something. There’s a huge bear in the living room.”

“I… Thank you. I love you. I love you a lot.”

She smiled, “I love you more.”

•••

“You’re like my own personal little angel.” Y/N murmured softly against Harry’s neck, listening to Harry’s sweet little moans and gasps. She had been mouthing at his neck while stroking him slowly, teasingly, working him up and making him squirm. She had left a few marks because she thought it looked a little too bare, and when she was done, she pressed her lips against his with a small, pleased smile.

“F-fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you…” Harry whimpered into her mouth, tightening the hold he had on her hips, gasping wetly before he spilled all over her fist, making a mess on his stomach while unable to do nothing but gasp and moan.

“You’re so cute.” She commented after Harry let his head fall back against the headboard, eyes closed with soft pants leaving his wet lips. She ran a thumb over his lower lips, groaning quietly when he sucked it into his mouth in return, running his tongue over the pad of it.

“Come on, I have another surprise for you.” She suddenly said and Harry’s eyes widened.

“What—what? Wait, no, what about you? I’ll-”

“I’m making today all about you, H. Whether you like it or not.”

a/n: sorry it’s a little longer than my usual blurbs but i hope it was alright! :-)

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geminijade · 5 months

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A/N: I'm so excited to post my first request from @reelovesbuckybarnes !! I hope this helps you feel better 💕 💓

Trigger warnings: language, smut, absentee parents, underage drinking, light angst and sex. P in V, oral and fingering. Minors are not allowed. All mistakes are my own and I am so very sorry that it took me this long to deliver but I'm excited for you to read it. As always likes, hearts, comments and reblogs are absolutely appreciated. Happy reading! 📚

Hot Summer in the City

"Welcome back, everyone. It's officially the first day of summer in NYC. It's shaping up to be one of the hottest summers on record..." Y/N groaned and rolled over to turn off the alarm. Today's the day. The day that's supposed to be dedicated to you. Your birthday.

You slowly opened up one eye and sat up in your four poster queen bed and threw the covers off and made your way to the bathroom, grabbing your phone on the way. You sat down and started going through all of the birthday messages and reacted accordingly. Not seeing any messages from the one person that you've been waiting for you put your phone down and make your way to the kitchen, expecting to see your parents but the only person who you see is one of your parents staff. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and saw a note from your mom telling you that your dad had an important business meeting in the Hamptons and couldn't reschedule and to use your father's Amex Black Card and celebrate your birthday in style. "Happy Birthday to me."

You went back to your room and flopped onto your bed and brought up the menu from your favorite restaurant and ordered the most expensive breakfast item. While you were waiting for the food to be delivered you got a text from your boyfriend Carter. It immediately brought a smile to your face, he told you that he'd be stopping by to spend the day with you. While you waited for your food to be delivered you decided to book a dinner reservation at the most expensive and exclusive restaurant in the Upper East Side for your birthday dinner. A romantic dinner for you and Carter, all on Daddy's dime.

As you were on hold with the restaurant you heard a knock on your bedroom door, figuring it was your food being delivered you told whoever it was to leave it by the door but the knocking persisted. You huffed and rolled your eyes, putting your phone on speaker in case the restaurant picked up. You opened the door to find Carter standing there holding your food and a bouquet of your favorite flowers with balloons that said Happy 18th Birthday! You squealed and threw your arms around your boyfriend and started peppering kisses all over his handsome face. "You just made my day infinitely better, you know that?" You took the flowers from Carter and waltzed into your en suite bathroom looking for a vase.

Carter followed you into your room and shut the door. You filled the vase halfway with water and rearranged the flowers to your liking. You set them on your desk as it got the most sunlight, you looked over and saw Carter laying in your unmade bed. He looked so handsome in a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, grey slacks and designer shoes. He had a tray of your favorite blueberry crepes with fresh fruit and jam drizzled with chocolate and cream cheese with a whip cream topping but the best part of it all was the candles Carter stuck in the whip cream.

Carter was looking at you like he wanted to eat you for breakfast and you felt the weight of his stare on you. "You look beautiful, birthday girl." His words causing you to blush because you probably had bed head. Carter patted the space next to him and you crawled into bed next to him and he kissed you gently on your lips. He tenderly cupped your face bringing you impossibly close to him and you smiled into the kiss whispering "You taste like coffee. "

That made him laugh "I had meetings all morning but I told them that something more important came up. Go ahead and blow out your candles and make a wish, Princess. " You closed your eyes and thought about what you wanted to wish for and you blew out the candles. You picked the candles out and set them to the side as Carter fed you a piece of the crepe and it had you moaning as it practically melted in your mouth. You dipped your finger in the whipped cream and put some on his lips.

You gently pushed Carter down on the mattress and straddled him. He put his hands behind his head and you kissed him again, the intoxicating mix of whip cream and Carter had you gently rolling your hips over his and his hands settled on your waist guiding your movements. You began unbuttoning his shirt and kissing your way down his chest, the sound of your harsh breathing mixed together as it filled the quiet morning air. You lightly dragged you fingers down his abs and started to unbuckle his belt and he lightly took your hands in his. "What'd you wish for?"

You sat up and looked down lovingly at him as you took his hands in yours, interlocking your fingers "I can't tell you otherwise it won't come true but I will say that you just being here with me means everything. " Carter sat up and caressed your cheek and chased your lips for another kiss. You played hard to get but ultimately let him win because he was just too damn tempting. His lips were so soft and you opened up so that he could taste you, tongues chasing each other as it grew heated. Carter started kissing your neck and you rocked your hips against his and he let out a throaty groan.

"Baby, we gotta stop." He moaned against your neck, he kissed the tender part of your throat and you whined as he pulled away. You looked at each other with lust in your eyes and you placed your hands on his shoulders. "Party pooper, " you pouted down at him and he kissed your lower lip. "Today is your special day and I want to take you out and celebrate you and everything that you mean to me. " You felt your eyes well up with unshed tears and you felt your throat tighten up so much that you couldn't speak.

"How's that sound to you?" You nodded your head enthusiastically and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I love you, Carter Baizen. " A megawatt grin appeared on his face "I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N. Go get yourself ready, we're going to spend all day together. Doing whatever you want. " You clapped your hands together and gathered your stuff together and jumped in the shower.

Carter waited until he could hear you shut the glass shower door and the water start to run. He watched as you stepped under the spray of water and he turned his back to you and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He made a couple of phone calls and set up the latter portion of your date night. He wanted it to end on a high note because you deserved every second of it. You stepped out of the steam filled bathroom wrapped in your fluffy purple bath towel with a matching towel wrapped turban style over your wet hair.

He watched as you walked across your room to your walk in closet. You turned on the light and stood there with your hands on your hips. It was already scorching outside so you decided to wear something light and airy. You pulled a white cotton sundress off of the rack and laid it on your bed. You then went to your shoe closet and found the matching pair of espadrilles and set them at the foot of your bed.

You sat down at your vanity table and turned on the mirror lights. You started to moisturizer your face and apply a light coat of makeup, keeping it summer appropriate. You turned to find him watching you with a weird look on his face. "What's the matter?" Carter shook his head to snap himself out of his thoughts. "Nothing. I just realized that I have the prettiest girl in all of New York. "

You blushed as you grabbed your dress off your bed and went to your bathroom to change. Carter couldn't help himself as you walked past, he reached out and slapped your ass. His big palm stinging you. You gasped at the sensation and turned around to look at him he shrugged sheepishly. "One down, 17 to go."

You tenderly rubbed the spot and playfully stuck your tongue out at him and locked yourself into your bathroom so that you could get ready in peace. You carefully pulled your pajama shirt over your head so that you didn't mess up your hair and makeup. You slid into the dress but couldn't reach the zipper at the back. Giving yourself a once over in the mirror to make sure that nothing was smudged, you opened the door and called out "Could you please help me with my zipper?" Carter came up behind you and brushed your hair off of your neck, his fingers causing goose bumps as he lightly grasped the zipper. He kissed your neck just under your ear and pulled the zipper along the track.

"Up, not down." You felt him smirk into your neck as he brought the zipper all the way up. "Now you're being the party pooper Y/N." You turned in his embrace and his hands slid down and he gave your ass a quick squeeze.

"Anticipation makes things better." You sat on the edge of your bed and put your sandals on. You stood up, running your hands down the bodice of your dress checking for wrinkles. Finding none, you were ready to begin your birthday. "What's first on the agenda for today?" You asked as he took your hand in his, interlocking your fingers.

"I thought that we'd start with a gondola ride in Central Park, how does that sound?" Carter ushered you outside and into the waiting town car. He leaned forward to let the driver know where to go. As the partition rolled up, you kissed Carter on the cheek and rested your head on his shoulder, he dropped a kiss on your forehead. You rode together in comfortable silence and arrived at Central Park and you went to open your car door but Carter beat you to it. He held out his hand for yours and you gently placed your hand in his and let him help you out of the car.

He placed his hand at the small of your back and steered you towards the waterfront. Carter payed the gondolier and he got into the boat first and then helped you in. You sat down next to him and he placed his hand on your exposed leg. You smiled at him as the boat ride started and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. "Thank you. "

"For what?" He asked as gently squeezed your shoulder. "For this" you motioned to your surroundings. "For today. For getting me out of the house. For everything. "

"It's your day and as long as you're happy that's all that matters to me." Carter brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "You make me very happy." The gondolier steered the boat back into place and Carter helped you out and you watched as he tipped the man for his services. You linked arms and started walking down the shaded path.

"Are you ready for your next surprise?" You nodded your head and let him guide you further down the path to where there was a horse and carriage waiting. You gasped and turned to him and he knew that he had succeeded. "Can I pet the horse?" You asked the gentleman who was standing next to them. "Of course you can, I even have some sugar cubes that you can feed her." You held out your hand and he placed the two cubes in your outstretched palm.

Carter watched as you fed the horse it's treats and he held out his hand for you. "Your chariot awaits." That got a giggle out of you and you let him help you into the carriage and he placed a light blanket over your knees. "I can't wait to see what else you've got up your sleeve." You waited until Carter got himself situated and he sat down next to you.

"I hope that it lives up to your expectations, we've got the whole day and night ahead of us." You looked up at him and kissed him not caring who could see. "I'm the luckiest girl in all of New York." You whispered against his warm lips and he felt your smile and he deepened the kiss as he wrapped you in his arms. "That must mean that I'm the luckiest guy in New York."

He helped you down from the carriage and you had some extra sugar cubes for the horse. You thanked them both for the ride and watched as Carter tipped the man and walked towards you. He led you to a quiet, secluded spot by the water and saw that he had a picnic all set up. A blanket layed out over the grass with a picnic basket set to the side. He took your hand in his and led you to the spot.

He stretched out over the blanket and you sat down next to him. He popped the champagne; your favorite Strawberry Moscato and handed you a glass. The bubbles tickled your nose and you took a sip of the fruity drink. You watched as he laid the food out. Freshly cut strawberries with chocolate to dip them in.

Watermelon, southern style potato salad, mini cold cut sliders, pasta salad, strawberry lemonade, peach cobbler and a cupcake with your initials on it. "Carter, this is an insane amount of food, there's no way that we can eat all of this." He shrugged nonchalantly and popped a strawberry into his mouth and saw you watching him. You watched as he took another strawberry from the glass dish and brought it up to your lips and you opened up for him and moaned as some of the juice from the fruit trickled down your lips and Carter leaned in and licked it off. He kissed your lips and you let him deepen the kiss, your tongue clashing with his.

He smiled into your lips. "Good enough to eat." You felt the blush creep up your neck and you hope that no one saw or heard you. You glanced around and saw that it was just the two of you. "I can't wait to see what you have planned next. The boat ride, the carriage ride. You definitely brought your A game."

Carter started packing up the food and you folded the blanket. "Nothing but the best for my girl." He slung his arm around your shoulder and you held his hand as he kissed your forehead. You walked towards the waiting town car and he opened the door for you and handed the food and basket to the driver. Carter joined you in the back as the driver put the food and blanket in the trunk of the car.

You let out a yawn and rested your head on his shoulder. Carter chuckled as you shut your eyes. "Worn you out already? It's not even 2 o clock yet." You opened one eye and peeked up at him. "I'm just recharging for the rest of the day, I promise."

You dozed comfortably until you felt Carter gently shaking your shoulder. You rubbed your eyes and sat up as Carter opened his door and you slid out on his side. You held his hand as he dismissed the driver until later tonight. He talked to the doorman for a few seconds and then led you inside his apartment building and into the elevator. It opened up on the top floor to the penthouse.

You stopped in the foyer to remove your sandals and with bleary eyes you could see that he had arranged for a masseuse to give you a hot stone massage. Candles were lit and placed around the apartment, and you could faintly smell lavender as the masseuse handed you the fluffiest robe to change into. You looked for Carter and saw him leaning against the door, "Inga is the best at Swedish massages. You enjoy your massage and I'm going to make some phone calls. After I have some people coming over to do your hair and makeup for tonight. And they'll have some dresses for you to choose from."

You squealed with happiness and threw your arms around his neck and leaned into him. "You definitely will be rewarded handsomely for spoiling me today." His hands settled on your waist and he gave your hips a gentle but firm squeeze. He kissed the tip of your nose and looked at you lovingly. "Enjoy your massage, I'll just be in my office if you need me for anything."

You nodded and made your way into Carter's bathroom to change into your robe. It felt like heaven on your skin and you neatly folded your dress and left it sitting on his bathroom sink. You walked back into the living room where Inga was waiting with a white linen sheet held up so that you could take the robe off and lie on the table. She adjusted the sheet so that it covered your lower half, leaving your back exposed. Inga poured some baby oil onto your back and began rubbing your back and neck.

You didn't think that it was possible for you to be any more relaxed but you felt yourself melting into the table as she released all of the tension from your back and shoulders. You must have fallen asleep because the next thing that you knew was that there was a knock on the door and Inga was blowing out the candles and cleaning up. You grabbed the robe and tied it around your waist as Carter entered the room and answered the door. As Inga was leaving the makeup people were setting up to do your hair and makeup and the apartment doorman rolled in a rack of designer dresses and shoes. Carter was instructing them on where they could set up.

He went to your side and you leaned into him. "I'm going to take a quick shower and wash off the baby oil. Is that ok?" He kissed your lips quickly and smiled at you. "Of course it is. Take as long as you need to. I'm going to get changed and finish up some calls. I can't wait to see what you pick out for tonight."

After your shower you put back on the robe and sat down in the makeup chair as the young lady stepped behind you and began to blow dry and straighten your hair. "I'm Miranda and I'll be in charge of your hair and makeup tonight. You tell me what you want done." You introduced yourself as well, "I'm Y/N and I honestly don't know where he's taking me tonight so I think that we'll keep it simple. I'd like some loose curls and I think that I'll go with a smoky eye and nude lipstick."

Miranda nodded her approval and began to work her magic on you, asking you what the special occasion was and you filled her in on today's activities. "Well, happy birthday to you Y/N." She finished curling and styling your hair as she moved onto your makeup. "Thank you. It's been a really good day. I feel like that's not an accurate description but I don't have the words to describe how wonderful it's been. "

She applied the makeup and spun you around in the chair so that you could finally see the finished product. You couldn't believe that it was you staring back in the mirror. You loved how you looked and thanked Miranda profusely. "You're so very welcome and I'm happy to be a part of making your day special." You hugged each other and she began to pack up her makeup and supplies.

You walked her to the door and thanked her again. The apartment was empty besides for Carter who you could hear talking on the phone behind his closed study door. You went to where they left the rack of clothing and started looking at the various dresses: some long, some short, some mid length. All different colors: vibrant reds, charcoal greys, pretty purples, too much to choose from. You felt overwhelmed and hesitantly knocked on his door.

You heard Carter end the phone call and he opened the door to see you standing there looking beautiful in your bathrobe. "I know that you want everything including tonight to be a surprise but can I get a little hint about what we're going to be doing so I kinda have an idea on how to dress." You finally got a good look at him and saw that he had changed into a nice pair of designer jeans and a black button up shirt. "Something that you can wear a jacket with. It might get a bit windy. " You took that into consideration as you settled on a navy blue Herve Leger bandage dress that you paired with a pair of Louboutin stilettos and a tailored jacket.

You put the finishing touches on your look by spraying some Chanel No. 5 on both of your wrists and behind your ears. Carter slipped on a black leather jacket that matched his designer motorcycle boots and took your hand in his as he led out of the penthouse apartment and you got into the service elevator that took you all the way up to the roof. You gasped as you saw a helicopter waiting with the door open. You were speechless as Carter shook hands with the pilot and beckoned you over. Carter helped you inside and handed you the headset as you buckled yourself in.

The megawatt grin on your face made it all worth it. "We're going to have a romantic flight over New York and have dinner at the best steakhouse in the upper east side. " The pilot started the helicopter and took off over the city. You were mesmerized by the city lights and you couldn't believe that this was your life currently. You leaned over and kissed him as a thank you and couldn't help but pointing out things in excitement.

15 minutes later the pilot landed on top of the building where the owner of the restaurant was waiting to lead you inside. You held onto Carter's hand as you followed him down the dimly lit stairwell. Inside was a lone table with two chairs and candles on every imaginable surface. Carter pulled out your chair for you and sat across from you. The waiter brought over the most expensive bottle of champagne and poured two glasses and handed each of you a menu.

"Cheers, Baby. I hope that everything has lived up to your expectations." You clinked the glasses together and both of you took a sip. "Do you remember when you asked me what I wished for?" Carter nodded and waited for you to continue. "Everything has been pretty much what I wanted. Just to be with you. It wouldn't have mattered what we did."

Carter winked at you as the waiter brought out the hor d'oeuvres. Everything smelled delicious as you helped yourself. The next course was a caprese salad and prosciutto wrapped melon that had you salivating. The main course was a pork tenderloin that was cooked to perfection with grilled vegetables and stuffed cherry peppers. You couldn't take another bite and thanked the owner for everything.

Carter settled up on the bill and led you outside the restaurant to a waiting stretch limo that would take you back to his penthouse apartment. Your feet were killing you and Carter pulled your feet into his lap and took the heels off of you and gently started massaging your feet. You let out a moan as he rubbed the bottom of your feet. "That feels really amazing, I can't thank you enough for everything. The whole day was everything I could have wanted and more."

"I can think of one way that you can thank me." He gave you a cheeky grin and you lightly slapped him on the chest. The driver pulled up to the building and Carter stepped out first and turned to pick you up and carry you bridal style as your heels dangled from your fingertips. He carried you inside until you were in the elevator. He pushed the PH button and the elevator began it's slow ascent. You were beginning to feel the effects of the champagne and couldn't wait until you got to the apartment.

You started kissing his neck and he smelled like Calvin Klein and tasted even better. He let out a low moan and tipped his head back to give you better access. His hands tangled in your hair and brought your lips to his as he deepened the kiss. He spun you around so that your back was against the wall and he gripped your hips, bunching up your dress as he slid his hand up your thigh, he was almost at the junction of your thighs when the elevator doors opened and you jumped as if struck by lightning. The only sound was both of you breathing heavily.

He lightly grasped your hand and led you into the dark apartment. The only light source was coming from the huge picture window that looked over the city. He set your shoes down in the foyer and helped you out of your jacket and took his off and tossed it on the back of the chair. He toed his boots off and picked you up and put you over his shoulder. You gasped and swatted at his back.

He pushed open the bedroom door and gently set you down next to the foot of the bed and you felt yourself sink into the plush carpeting. He made his way around his California king size bed and took his Rolex off. Your breathing was coming in rapid bursts and you watched him as eyed you hungrily and stalked back over to where you were standing. He stood in front of you and began rolling up his sleeves so that you could see his tan, toned forearms. He sat down on the bed and motioned for you to come over.

You did as he asked and he ran his hand up the back of your thigh. "What are you doing?" He could barely hear you and he leaned forward to whisper "I'm delivering on my promise to give you the rest of your birthday spankings. Come here, sweetheart." He took your hand in his and pulled you forward and helped you lay across his lap. You nervously complied, gulping as you laid yourself across his long legs.

He gently and reverently ran his hand across your plump backside. "I want you to count for me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?" You nodded your head yes and bit your bottom lip. He saw your hesitation and pulled your lip out from in between your teeth. "What's your safeword Y/N?" You looked over your shoulder at him and whispered "Daisies. "

"Good girl." He praised you and it went right to your core. You moaned out and he began rubbing your butt. "I bet you're fucking soaked for me." He lifted his hand and you winced in anticipation.

He brought his right hand down on your ass with a sharp crack. "One." You whispered. He smacked you again and again, you counting out each time. By the time he was finally finished both of you were breathing erratically.

He helped you stand up on shaky legs. "Lift your arms for me." You did as he asked and he knelt in front of you. He ran his hands up your long legs, bunching up your dress as he went. He noticed the wet spot on the front of your white lace panties and he groaned at the sight of you.

"I fucking knew it. Goddamn." He leaned forward to kiss your mound and your hands automatically dropped down to his hair and pushed him to where you needed him most desperately. "Ah ah ah," he tsked. "Good girls keep their hands up."

You whined and reluctantly did as told. He stood up and pulled your dress over your head. He tossed it to the side and looked you up and down. You shivered, partly from the central air conditioning and partly from the anticipation. You nervously played with the lace edge of your panties.

He reached out and hooked a finger in the edge of your underwear. He pulled them down your legs and you held onto his broad shoulders as you stepped out of them. He kissed your lower abdomen and stood up, "lay down for me on the edge of the mattress and spread those pretty thighs for me baby girl." You did as he said and he groaned at the sight of you glistening in the psle moonlight that was filtering in the room. He dropped to his knees with a heavy thud and his tongue shot out and he licked a strip up your core.

Your back arched off the mattress and you pulled his hair in an attempt to control the out of control feeling as he devoured your pussy. "So fucking sweet." His dirty words had you gasping for air. He sucked on your clit and gently inserted one finger, and then another. All in search of your sweet spot.

He curved his fingers and hit that exact spot. It had you thrashing your head back and forth as he mumbled against your pussy lips," fucking found your sweet spot, I feel you gripping my fingers so fucking tight. You wanna cum for me?" You couldn't speak it felt so good you just barely nodded your head yes. That sent him into overdrive, adding another finger and sucking your clit like it was his last meal. You gripped his head with your thighs, not caring about anything else except your release.

You came all over his face and you collapsed into the mattress a sweaty mess, your hair plastered to your forehead. Your chest rising and falling as you came down from your high. He groaned at the sight of you like that, he began unbuttoning his shirt and he whipped it to the side. You heard his belt buckle as he undid it and tossed it to the growing pile of clothes on his bedroom floor. His jeans came off next, his black boxer briefs barely containing his rapidly growing length.

He shucked his underwear off and spit in his hand as he began to rub it up and down his length. His breathing matching yours as he stroked himself. "Carter, please. I need you." You practically begged him.

"Fuck, " he muttered under his breath. "You sat up on your elbows as you looked up at him. "What's wrong?" You asked hesitantly, hoping that you didn't do anything to make him mad at you. He saw the worried look on your face and quickly assured you that it has nothing to do with you at all. "I don't have any condoms, " he looked down at you sheepishly.

You smiled at him sweetly, "is that all? I'm clean. I'm on birth control. I'm ok with it if you are." You held your breath as he let his breath go. He grinned down at you and crawled into the bed with you.

He kissed your lips and you could taste yourself on his lips. You moaned and he stuck his tongue into your mouth and you met him halfway. You gently guided his massive length to your entrance and he dropped his head into your shoulder and groaned. He gently pushed his full length into you and bottomed out. He began to thrust lightly as you gripped his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his back as he began to pick up speed.

The headboard was bouncing off the wall and you were both grateful that he has no neighbors. He brought his right hand down and found your sensitive bud, he had you gasping against his lips as began to play with you. His hips began to stutter erratically as he was getting close. "I need you to cum for me, Y/N. Cum on my cock. "

You felt yourself getting closer to the edge and he could feel it as you gripped him as tightly as you could and he was pounding into you. Sweat dripping from his forehead onto your bouncing chest. "Give it to me, fucking cum on my cock baby. " You felt yourself fall over the edge and he came quickly after you. He collapsed onto you and he kissed your forehead.

You looked up at him with nothing but love in your eyes for him. He gently brushed the sweaty hair off of your face as he whispered quietly to you in the still of the night, "happy birthday, Y/N. I love you so fucking much. "With tears in your eyes you whispered back to him, "I love you too. With everything I have. "

He rolled you over so you were laying on top of him, he covered you with the blanket and you snuggled into his chest as he wrapped you up in his arms. You put your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat as it lulled you to sleep. You faintly heard him whisper that he loves you and you let the darkness claim you, knowing that he loves you. You drifted off just having had the best birthday ever.

~fin~

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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i'm not trying to prioritize this ask above your others or anything, i promise, but wednesday is my birthday and I was wondering if you could write something about celebrating your birthday with tangerine? 💓

hii angel!! absolutely no worries!! I always do fics first if they’re needed by a certain time (ie if someone is sick) thank you for helping me with it :) thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

also a big fat happy birthday!! hope you have a lovely day my sweet🎉❤️ @dynamitehacke

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tangerine x f reader

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warnings || none

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Tangerine is the kind of guy to go above and beyond for the special people in his life, going out of his way for his loved ones. With you, it was no different.

He had you to himself for the entire day, wanting nothing other than to spoil you and make you smile. He had spent weeks planning for your birthday, organising everything to the second so that he could give you the special day that you deserve.

This morning he had treated you with a home-cooked spread in bed, a tray of all your favourite breakfast foods with a beautiful bouquet of fresh-picked flowers. He was always very prompt with timing but even more so with the day he planned for you, so the next thing on the agenda was gifts.

He had his hands clasped over your eyes as he lead you down the stairs, ushering you into the living room where you were surprised with a floor full of presents, balloons and banners. He slowly removed his hands, watching your expression as you gazed around at the decorated room, taking in his sweet grand gesture.

He lead you to the sofa where he handed you your first present, placing the neatly wrapped gift box on your lap, waiting patiently to see your reaction. His tender blue eyes followed your every movement as you made your way through the many piles of presents, watching in anticipation as you tore the paper.

He really spoiled you, he got you everything you could possibly want and then some; the bag you had your eyes on, the series of books you hadn’t yet got around to buying, the full-length floor plant you were saving up for, that sweater you really wanted, the lip gloss you were running low on. Anything he thought you needed or wanted, he got it all.

After the presents you both snuggled on the sofa where you thanked him endlessly, littering each other's faces with kisses until he shared the next part of the plan of today.

He had taken you to lunch at that little restaurant by the river where you indulged on whatever it was that you were craving, chatting and laughing the whole time as you both enjoyed a couple light alcoholic beverages.

On the way back home, he had stopped by the bookstore, leading you inside with his hand in yours, swinging in unison. He slipped his hand from yours and into his pocket, reaching for his bank card, instructing you to “go crazy.” He followed you around the shop, holding the numerous books you had picked up, balancing them in his arms as you continued to search through the sections, seeing what would catch your interest.

The rest of the day was spent at home, enjoying each other's company as you found new homes for all of your new gifts.

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There was one more thing Tangerine had planned for the night, but he wasn’t able to do it with you around. So he ran you a bath, filling the tub with bubbles, rose petals and bath salts, lining the surrounding area with candles and incense. He allowed you some alone time to soak in the warm ambience-filled room while he set up for the next portion of the night.

After a short while, you left the tub, wrapping yourself in the towel he had been warming on the radiator for you. Upon exiting you notice arrows placed on the floor, following the directions, you see a neat pile of his pyjamas on the bed that he had laid out for you. Drying off, you dress yourself in the checkered bottoms and baggy tee. Applying a shortened version of your skincare routine before continuing after the trail of markings.

Following the arrows downstairs and into the living room you see a bed made up on the floor with mountains of blankets and pillows, the cosy space lit with fairy lights. “No fucking way.” You whisper, far too stunned to muster actual words.

“Surprise,” He grins, kneeling on the covers, holding a basket of snacks. “Come sit.”

“You did all this?” You quietly ask, looking around in astonishment at the decorated area.

He boyishly smiles, placing the basket aside, slinking his arms around you and flopping you both back onto the makeshift bed. “Mhm. Ya like it?” He cutely questions, kissing your temple.

“Uh-yeah. It’s beautiful, thank you.” You smile, cosying into his side.

“Alright give me a minute,” he smiles, slowly removing himself from your grip.

“You leaving me already?” You playfully whine, sitting up as you follow his gaze

“Hm… yeah. Park ya arse there.” He grins, patting at the edge of the blow-up mattress. “Will only be a minute.”

“Can’t believe you’re leaving me again… on my birthday, too.” You smirk, watching him leave.

“Yeah well, shut up.” He calls out from the other room, chuckling earnestly. “Alright, close ya eyes.” He instructs.

Particularly doing as he says, you cover your eyes, separating your fingers so you could see through the gaps.

“I see that,” he grins, poking his head into the room. “I knew you’d do that, close ‘em.”

He slowly makes his way over to you, lightly humming the tune of ‘happy birthday’ as he walks towards you. Stopping once he gets to your feet, kneeling in front of you with a homemade cake in hand, smiling at you with admiration as you open your eyes. “Make a wish.”

Beaming at him, you blow out the candles as you silently made your wish. “Did you make that yourself?” You ask as your eyes darted over the icing and decorations. “No way you made that.”

“Why? Is it bad?” A playful expression spreads across his features.

“God, no. It’s incredible… thank you.”

“I watched a couple videos online.” He chuckles, sitting beside you with the cake in his lap. “Go on…” grinning as he pulled two forks from his pyjama bottom pocket.

“Not got a knife?” You laugh, eyeing him as he passed you the utensil.

“Nah… actually, you know what. Dinner is on its way.”

“Nah, cake first,” you waft your hand, dismissing him as you picked up a fork. “What’d you get for dinner?”

“Surprise.” He wryly grins, avoiding your questioning.

For the rest of the evening, you ate dinner from your favourite takeout spot as you binged on shitty reality tv and junk food. Appreciating one another’s presence as you enjoyed your quiet birthday night-in with your charming boyfriend.

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer.

Valentine's Day was one of those occasions that were fairly easy to forget about when one did not make plans for the day. Busy with your mundane, daily life you realized the date only when passing a store that advertised a "buy one get one free" sale on bouquets.

Some time ago maybe you'd felt lonely or insecure but having grown up, you learned that it was just another day. Not even all couples celebrate it. So you just went home, thinking about the discounted flowers and chocolates you'll be able to buy tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

The apartment building was quiet as usual - no one unexpected coming in, no party-goers leaving. Sometimes it felt like you were living in a ghost town in the middle of Gotham City, as strange as it may sound.

At the end of the hallway was the door to your apartment. To your surprise, something was placed in front of them as if a package of some sort. You didn't remember ordering anything... Maybe the delivery guy couldn't get ahold of one of the neighbours?

Approaching the door, it became clear to you that it wasn't just a misplaced package; somebody meant to place it there:

Your first thought was that some lovesick fool got the address wrong but you had to change your mind upon further inspection of the envelope taped to your door - there was your name written on it.

"Weird," you calmly whispered to yourself. You weren't sure what to make of it so far.

Having ripped the envelope away from the door, you opened it to see the secret it held and it wasn't in any way surprising, especially in the given context: a card.

Its front was about as typical as Valentine cards get: red colour, a teddy bear holding a heart-shaped balloon and a cringy rhyme.

"A love so precious, a love so true, a love that comes from me to you," you read out loud. Why were supermarket cards always so cheesy? "What on Earth...?"

Naively, you looked around the hall in hopes of catching the smallest trail of the secret admirer. However, the corridor remained as before - quiet, deserted. Ghosts don't leave gifts for the living, so whoever left the flowers and card for you to find, must have done it shortly before your arrival.

Inside the card was another rhyme, although that one was actually a riddle:

"I have freedom from hate, but not from lies. I'm usually seen through clouded eyes. I come unexpectedly, though you wait for me all your life. I can't be bought yet some people try. What am I?"

"Wait all your life?" you repeated quietly to yourself. There was only one thing that fit the fairly vague description. "True love?"

With a weirdly mixed feeling in your chest, you put the card back inside the envelope and picked up the beautiful bouquet that lay at your doorstep:

Fresh sunflowers, gerberas and carnations - an array of warm colours that reminded one of the unbearably carefree lightness of summer days. Taking into account that it was Valentine's Day, roses would have been the more obvious, if not stereotypical, choice so whoever bought those flowers for you wanted to come off as thoughtful.

Among the orange, yellow and powdery pink flowers was another card, although this one was much smaller and had only one sentence scribbled on it in shabby handwriting:

"I can't fight this feeling any longer," you read. "REO Speedwagon fan, huh?"

A smile crept unto your face. You couldn't decide whether the mystery was creepy or heartwarming. Maybe both? In any case, you opened the door to your apartment and went inside, the flowers and the envelope in hand. Then, you couldn't help but quietly giggle to yourself - since when was your life a chick-flick?

He watched the whole scene play out, hiding in plain sight and none could be the wiser. It was a great risk on his part, really. Had you just looked out the window adjacent to your door, you would have been staring right into his dreamy eyes, clouded with an obsession for so long. You could have thrown out his gifts but no, you took them with you. Goodness gracious, you smiled at them! You obviously loved his offering of devotion! Now he knew he was able to have your heart the same way you've had his for weeks.

Eddie was gloating, triumphantly laughing at the unbelievable notion: that someone like you accepted love from someone like him.

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summerswinter356 · 2 years

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laurenairay · 7 months

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Matt Martin with cute kiss! Please and thank you!

Cute Kiss – Matt Martin

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Thank you for choosing Matt Martin for this last one, anon! I hope we can end this round of blurb prompts with a smile!

“Matthew Bryan Martin, what is all of this?”

“Uh oh, full name Marty. I’m out of here,” Barzy snickered.

The younger player hopped up from the stool in the kitchen, kissing your cheek in passing with a wink, making you bat at his arm and laugh. Once he’d left the house, front door shutting behind him, you turned back to face your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow.

“Not that I meant to chase Barzy from our home, but I’ll repeat – what is all of this?”

Matt smiled at you a little sheepishly.

“It was meant to be a surprise?” he offered.

Your eyes ran over the six giant bouquets of fresh flowers lining the kitchen island, the pastel balloons decorating the spaces in between, and the box of what you could smell was your favourite lemon bars in the middle of it all.

It was definitely a surprise, definitely the sweetest thing that he’d done in a while – but why?

“Why the surprise?” you asked, walking over to him.

Matt seemed to hesitate for a moment as he wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you slide your hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders before he spoke.

“I didn’t feel like I’d been treating you like you deserve,” he finally said.

What? No.

But whatever protest was showing on your face, Matt shook his head.

“I mean it, sweetheart. You’re always so good to me, and in the past month I’ve barely put any effort in. It’s not okay,” he said seriously.

“You’ve been busy. With your career, just as you should be. Hockey is always going to be your priority, and I know that,” you replied, smiling softly.

“Hockey may be my priority but it’s not my only love. And I’ve been basically neglecting you when I should’ve been treasuring you,” Matt said, shaking his head, “I never want you to feel like you aren’t as loved as you are.”

Your heart started to beat that little bit faster at his words, cheeks heating up a little.

“I don’t feel unloved,” you said, smiling as he parted his lips to protest, “I promise to tell you if I ever truly feel like you love me any less than you do, okay?”

Matt pursed his lips slightly at the compromise but nodded, trusting you as much as you trusted him.

“Let me love you now?” he asked hopefully.

“Oh?” you mused.

Matt pulled one of your hands away from his chest, and lifted it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Pink roses, to express my appreciation of you and everything you do.”

He shifted your hand to expose your inner wrist, kissing the sensitive skin there.

“Pink carnations, to say sorry for missing our date nights.”

He placed your hand back on his chest, leaning his head down to gently kiss the side of your neck.

“Red tulips, to say that I truly love you.”

His lips trailed up to the corner of your jaw, placing a kiss there to make you shiver.

“Red dahlias, to say that I am committed to you.”

He lifted his head only briefly to kiss your cheek before looking back into your eyes.

“Balloons in your favourite colours.”

With a soft smile he rubbed his nose against yours and kissed the tip of it gently before lifting his head for the final time.

“And lemon bars because they are your favourite indulgence. All of this is but a token to show you how much I love you, how much you mean to me, and I never want you to forget that,” Matt said softly, smiling down at you with so much love in his eyes that your heart felt like it was going to burst.

“Matt, stop being so cute and kiss me like you mean it,” you breathed.

He just grinned. “Yes ma’am.”

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palmtreesx3 · 3 months

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i have flu and strep and i need a Stevie over here in my bedroom forcing me to drink water 💔

-🧱

Oh no!!

Stevie is getting in his car right now to come over and check on you. He's not good at soup, so he's stopping for some cans of chicken noodle on his way to make sure you're getting something in you. He grabbed a box of crackers, too. When he gets there, he uses the spare key you have tucked in your flower pot to let himself in. He starts warming up the soup, putting the other cans he got for later away in your cabinet and while it's cooling, he finally comes into your room with a glass of water, delivered with love.

He whispers Baby. I got you some water. Drink this and I'll be back with your soup. And you're still blinking the crusties out of your eyes when he comes in with the tray of soup, a pitcher of water and a fresh box of tissues.

He sits across the room in your chair, cozy under a blanket while he watches you eat before coaxing another sip of water from you. When he's happy with your progress, he leaves a stack of crackers on your night stand and tops off your glass before telling you I'll be back in a little while to check on you. Gotta go do some errands. And you hum because that's about all you can get out, and you doze back off to sleep.

Later when you wake, you force yourself up and shuffle out of your room despite being achey. He's back in the kitchen, heating you up a warm tea, bouquet of flowers with a Feel Better Soon balloon tied to a soft and fluffy teddy bear sitting on the table next to him. Watching him find his way around your kitchen, working quietly to take care of you...Your heart grows ten sizes knowing just how big his love for you is.

You tell him I told you not to come.

And he says I couldn't stay away.

Feel better soon 🧱

#🧱 anon #anon asks

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Mothers Day Love:

Happy Mothers Day to any mothers following me!

Luda Mae:

You and Thomas had been working tirelessly into the night, carful not to make too much noise. You didn’t want to wake anyone in the house, certainly not Hoyt, the grumpy bastard. Recently you’d been given more freedom, as the family trusted you, well at least 3/4 of them did. So you’d gone into town to gather some stuff from the market.

You’d picked out a pretty new dress for Mamma Mae, and you and Tommy got matching outfits in her favourite colour. You had decorated the whole house while she was sleeping. With Banners and balloons. You’d worked on making the cake and other sweets while Thomas did all the dirty work. As a finishing touch you wanted to put some of Mae’s favourite flowers on the chandelier, but even Thomas was two short to do so.

“Hey Tommy, can you come here for a second baby?”

He approached behind you, placing a hand on your waist to grab your attention. He looked down at you quizzically. You held a scattered and messy bouquet of flowers in your hand.

“Think you can give me a boost?”

Thomas was hesitant, and a bit confused, but he trusted you. So he easily lifted you into the air, letting you prop yourself up on his hand. Then you placed the flowers delicately on the light. You were about to fall, but Thomas was quick to catch you. You nuzzled into his chest with a small squeak, not wanting to make too much noise.

“Sorry Tommy, should have been more carful.”

The man glared down at you, but his look softened when he saw how sincere you were.

“Come on, let’s get some rest, gotta be up in a few hours to make breakfast.”

When morning came, the two of you snuck back into the kitchen. You were set on cooking, and Thomas was set to clean. You made pancakes and fruit salad, biscuits and gravy, bacon and some fresh squeezed orange juice. The table was set and everything was perfect, but something was missing. You heard the house inhabitants stir, and you quickly discarded your apron, fixing your shirt and reaching up to smooth out Tommy’s hair.

“Ready?”

He gave a nod. Hoyt and Monty were the first to stumble into the kitchen.

“The hell is all this?” Hoyt grumbled.

You glared at the man, the man, thinking he should be more greatful.

“Now don’t tell me you forgot old man” Monty joked.

“Go get mama.” You whispered to Thomas.

He brought he into the kitchen, hand over her eyes, and gently lead her to her seat at the table. The woman chuckled softly.

“Smells nice in here. What did you two get up to?”

She suddenly felt something he placed on her head, and Thomas removed his hands. The flower crown you made looked lovely on her, bringing out her hair and eye colours. You watched as he eyes lit up at the spread before here. Thomas left her side to grab the cake. As he placed it down in front of you, you declared loudly enough for the both of you.

“Happy Mothers Day mama!”

Luda looked stunned, nearly tearing up.

“You did all this for little old me?”

Thomas nodded ecstatically, wanting his moms approval.

“Oh come here you too.”

The woman pulled you both into a bone crushing hug, and kissed you each on your forehead. A silent declaration of her love and appreciation.

“Now sit, enjoy the fruits of your labour”

The rest of the day went off without a hitch, and you’d never seen Thomas happier.

Margaret White:

You ran you hand over Carrie’s thigh, stroking it lightly in comfort. She had been high strung since the start of the month, knowing what holiday was coming up. You knew she dreaded this holiday, but at least she had you. She had her favourite person, and that’s all that mattered.

“Remember, we can always leave if she says anything, ok. We can come right back here.”

The two of you got dressed in simply, yet comfortable outfits. Not wanting to put too much effort, but not wanting her mother to make a statement on it. You held her hand and she gripped yours tightly in return. You walked into her mothers house with your head held high.

“Oh children, come in, come in!”

You heard from the kitchen. You made your way around and greeted her as kindly as you could muster.

“Happy Mother’s Day Miss Margaret.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.” Carrie muttered.

“What have I told you about mumbling? And stop slouching.”

I bit back a glare, watching as Carrie straightened instantly. God you hated this woman.

“Need any help finishing the dinner?”

“You’re far too kind child, if you could just set the table. And Carrie, could you bring my my bible from the prayer room”.

This time you visibly stiffened. This woman had the audacity.

“Actually I can-“

“It’s alright sweetie, I’ve got it.” Carrie assured.

You knew she was strong. But I hated seeing her have to face her trauma like this. If only she had killed her mother that night, instead of just injuring her. Stubborn woman should have stayed dead. You set the table with her in silence and waited for your love to return. She looked paler but you quickly gave her a soft smile. As you prayed over the meal, you sent a secret prayer that tonight would go well. But apparently god had other plans.

“Carrie, dear don’t you think you should have worn something a little more modest?”

You rolled your eyes.

“I do believe we are wearing the same dress Miss White, if the dress doesn’t look immodest on me, how could it possibly on your daughter?”

She couldn’t respond, and you smirked at that, feeling that you’d one. But one after another the comments came, and you could tell it was wearing down. It wasn’t until you were alone in the kitchen with her, cleaning the dishes when she said something you’d never forget.

“You know, you’re a sweet kid- but I can’t get over the fact that what you’re doing is wrong. You shouldn’t be with my daughter, especially not after she’s already been with a man. You should pray on it, and hope you don’t burn in hell.”

That’s when you lost it. How dare she be homophobic, and to her own daughter none the less. Before you could stop yourself, you punched her square in the nose, breaking it.

“Carrie!” You called.

She was by your side in an instant, looking confused when she saw you cradling your fist and her mother babying her nose.

“Tell your mother goodnight, we’re leaving.”

“Goo-“

The words didn’t even finish leaving her mouth before you pulled her outside. The second you were on the porch you pulled her close, kissing her deeply.

“Happy Mothers Day my love, really wish you had a better one”.

You leaned her head into hers, breathing her scent.

“Now let’s get you home, yeah?”

Norma Bates:

Norman had kept you far away from his mother. It was something you never understood since he always spoke so highly of her. But you couldn’t help but notice the Mother’s Day signs around town. And the endless chatter at the shops, and in the motel.

This made you antsy, your own mother was no longer around. So this holiday didn’t hold much meaning to you until now. You wanted to celebrate, to celebrate Norman’s mother for raising the gentleman you knew and loved today. He was kind, attentive, sensitive, passionate, everything you ever dreamed of. And if Norma raised him, you wanted to thank her for doing so.

But you couldn’t go behind his back. So you asked him, at dinner the day before.

“Norman, my sweet…”

“Yes, Love?”

“I know it’s a sore subject, but- do you promise not to get upset?”

He turned his attention fully to you now. Leaving his post at the sink and drying his hands. He gently placed them on your hips.

“I promise to keep my temper, now what is bothering you.”

“It’s about your Mother… Norman I really want to meet her. I mean tomorrow’s Mother’s Day-“

“How kind of you. You want to wish her a Happy Mother’s Day.”

“I really do Norman. Why won’t you let me meet her?”

“It’s complicated, but I will ask if she’s ready to meet tomorrow ok?”

You kissed him on the cheek.

“Ok. Thank you.”

But everything started to make sense the next morning. You awoke to the smell of a fresh breakfast being made, and lazily made you way downstairs. You expected to see the love of your life, but where caught off guard when you saw a woman.

“Mrs. Bates?”

She hummed lightly. You grabbed the glass of water from your side of the table and took a sip.

“I’m so glad you decided to meet me finally. Oh and Happy Mother’s Day! You did a fantastic job raising Norman.”

“We’ll thank you Dearie, you Mother did a good job with you too. Or so my Norman tells me. Please sit, eat.”

It wasn’t until she turned around that you finally understood. There was no Norma, at least not how you’d think. There you boyfriend stood, dressed in his mothers clothes, smiling like there was no tomorrow.

“Sorry Norman couldn’t join us for breakfast, he was busy down at the motel. It will just be us today Darling.”

You indulged his fantasy.

“We’ll I’m happy to get to know you Norma. We’re family now.”

Pamela Voorhees:

Jason was out in the Forrest, dealing with some unfortunate trespassers. He was always tense on this day, at least that’s what Pam explained to you. He wanted to be the best Mama’s boy there is, and he was, no competition. But sometimes he needed a little reminder.

So you did the only thing you knew that could help him. You cleaned the entire house top to bottom. Decorating the inside with every flower you could find within walking distance form the house. Jason didn’t want you out when victims could be around to hurt you, and you respected that. But you wanted everything to be perfect. You brewed the morning tea, made the cupcakes, slaved over lunch. Everything was perfect.

Of course you knew Pam was watching, she was always watching. But never in a malicious way. She wanted you safe, just like her sun did. But she knew better than to ruin the illusion of surprise. So she waited for the right time to come say hello. And that’s when you heard the trip wire bells go off. Jason, your Jason, was home. You ran to greet him, not much caring that you got blood on you in the process. Jason was confused when you beamed up at him happily. Normally you weren’t this touchy when he got back from a kill, he never wanted you seeing him like this.

“Come on handsome, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You lead him to the bathroom, helping him undress, and undressing yourself in the process. The two of you stepped into the warm shower you had ready. You helped him wash up and gave him an outfit to match yours when you were done.

“Is the prettiest boy in the whole world ready to visit his Mama?” You asked.

Jason’s eyes light up at the mention of his mom. How could he have forgotten what day it is. But that’s when you saw the panic.

“Don’t worry My Love, I have everything set and perfect.”

He gave you a small kiss on the cheek to show your appreciation. Leaving his mask on the bed as it would only be family tonight. You brought him into the kitchen and sat him down for lunch. Well now it was almost closer to dinner, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were all here. Pamela entered shortly after.

“Good Evening Pamela, Happy Mothers Day! I hope you’ll enjoy the food your lovely son prepared for us.” You said.

Pam gave you a knowing smile, she knew you made everything, but she wasn’t going to correct you. Jason on the other hand was bewildered. He had forgotten about today and you saved him. He adored you for that.

“Isn’t that right Lovey, you wanted to show your mother just how much you appreciate everything she does for us?”

He nodded, smiling up at you.

“We’ll thank you, you two. This is truly the best gift I could have asked for.”

Pam gave each of you a kiss on the forehead before sitting down to join you for the night festivities. There was just enough love in her heart for the both of you.

Wendy Torrance:

You and Danny sat on the edge of the bed. You helped your little brother put on his shoes, and straighten his sweater vest.

“We’ll aren’t you a handsome boy?”

He giggled as you tickled into his sides. You lifted him up off the bed and set him straight towards the door.

“Danny!” You shouted after him as he excitedly left the room.

He came skipping back towards you.

“The flowers.” You pointed to the nightstand.

“Oh right!”

He grabbed them and went running down the stairs to where your mother was inevitably waiting. She’d be unready for his surprise attack. You followed suit, fixing your outfit and carrying the small box in your hands. As you made you way to the kitchen you heard the infectious giggle of your brother. He ran from your mom, hiding behind you.

“Little monster got apple juice on my dress”. She laughed

“Oh did he now?”

You picked up your brother, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Then you made your way to your mom, doing the same to her and sliding her her gift.

“Happy Mothers Day Mama!”

“Oh My Sweets, you didn’t have to.”

“But Daddy always got you gifts Mommy” Danny said.

“He did, didn’t he. Well what did you get me?”

“That would ruin the surprise, silly.”

So you watched as your mom ripped into the gift, her eyes practically sparkling when she saw it. It was a silver bracelet with a charm that had each of your initials on it.

“Oh I love it, but not as much as I love my two most favourite people in the whole world.” She pulled you two into a hug.

“Now, let’s eat!”

An: I wrote this so quick so sorry if there are a a few “I’s” where “you’s” should be. I didn’t have time for editing.

#happy mothers day #mothers day #jason voorhees x reader #jason vorhees imagine #pamela voorhees #carrie white #margaret white #danny torrance #the shining #slasher boyfriend #slashers #wendy torrance #Luda mae #thomas hewitt imagine #thomas hewitt #luda mae hewitt #Norma Bates #norman Bates #Bates motel

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bonniebird · 1 year

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Theo insisted that you get a lie in and hurried out of the room quite early. A while later you could hear him thumping around the house and then a long silence.

Taking it as your cue to get up you got ready and went to see what Theo had done. Every inch of the walls was covered in handmade paper strings of love hearts.

The bathroom had a massive love heart made of sticky notes on the mirror that were made up of every note you’d ever left Theo since the last valentines day. Showing that he had kept every one of them.

The living room was so filled with floating heart balloons that you couldn’t see the kitchen until you waded through and escaped the red foil cloud.

Theo had made you fresh heart-shaped pastries for breakfast decorated with red fruits and icing sugar. He served them to you on a special heart-shaped plate that he had bought specially.

You could see on the side he had been making a card which he presented to you. You’d done the same thing last year and he’d said that he felt bad for buying one from the store but he wasn’t artistic enough to make one. So this year you’d gotten him a store-bought card.

He informed you that he’d have to go to work but he had booked a seat at the restaurant you both liked. He was a bit nervous that he couldn’t get a seat at your favourite place but you were more than happy with the surprise.

He left you with a jar filled with his favourite memories that you’d shared folded into little hearts for you to go through while he was out.

In the afternoon a large bouquet of pinky-red roses was delivered to the house.

Along with the roses, several delicate pink heart macaroons were delivered in a glossy box and sealed with a white ribbon with tiny polka dot hearts.

Theo texted you asking you to head outside shortly before you were planning to leave for the restaurant. When you went outside every stepping stone down the garden path had a large chalk heart drawn on it.

Theo was waiting in the car for you. You arrived at the restaurant which had set each table with pink roses in glass jars of water and large arches made of pink and red flowers.

You spent the evening slowly enjoying a three-course meal as you spent the evening together.

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narratingvoice · 6 months

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Shoot, it's that time already? I wanted to get that fanfic done by now... Oh well, the Ultra Delux anniversary will be around eventually.

A quick bouquet as a gift:

Have fun on your vacation!

Thank you very kindly. I had the Curator pick up the flowers while I was away. The flowers are lovely, and the best part is that because time doesn't flow in a linear fashion in here, they will take a very long time to wilt. You know, we really don't have enough splashes of bright colour around the office, and these purple ones especially really pop out against the beige walls. It gets me thinking, perhaps it's time to do a little redecorating. Not for some grand stunt to appease the fans, no no, not this time. Just to reinvigorate things a little bit. When you stare at the same interior decor for a decade it just grows stale and you stop noticing it altogether. A fresh coat of paint could lead to a fresh perspective, a renewed appreciation for what we've got.

We don't even have anything on the walls to look at except for some very generic artwork of leaves and mountains. I think I'll replace them with something cute, something to bring a smile to your face whenever you look at them. Like those classic motivational posters with the little kitty. You know the ones, like this. Aww, look at it, it's trying so hard to hang on! How adorable!

Yes, that's it, I'm going to take Stanley shopping for new office furniture. Some tables that aren't so serious, some decorations more permanent than balloons. We shall spend a whole day at Ikea, getting lost among the affordable bedroom sets and eating cheap meatballs. By the end of the day we will be able to transform a vacant office into a cozy mid-century modern breakfast nook. I hear Ikea has their own Line to follow; I hope it's not as rambunctious as ours.

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downtoearthmarkets · 10 months

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As a farmers market shopper, you are most likely familiar with the ‘Slow Food Movement’ that emphasizes the mindful consumption of unprocessed, seasonal foods that are locally grown and prepared using culturally traditional cooking techniques. It goes without saying that our farmers markets act as hubs for connecting people with all the ingredients they need to foster a healthy, slow food lifestyle and its thoughtful approach to eating. But did you know that this concept – and the larger ‘slow living’ umbrella that it is part of – has extended into many arenas of everyday life, including the purchasing of decorative, cut flowers? In fact, the very same principles that apply to the consumption of ‘slow foods’ also apply to the intentional choices we make when selecting fresh flowers to buy for ourselves and others.

Adorning one’s living space with colorful, sweetly scented flowers or gifting someone with a beautiful fresh bouquet is one of life’s simple pleasures that is accessible to most everyone. But behind those innocent-looking blooms sometimes lies a little-known dark side. Just as with modern-day industrial overproduction of food, the large-scale production, shipping and packaging of commercially grown cut flowers exacts a huge environmental toll that most consumers are generally not aware of. To address these issues, the slow flower movement encourages the sustainable, responsible and mindful consumption of decorative flowers. Along those lines, here are some things to keep in mind the next time you are looking to replace the desiccated, wilted stems in your hallway flower vase (hint: head directly to your local farmers market this summer).

Seasonal flowers When you purchase fresh flowers in the dead of winter here in the northeast, such as buying a dozen red roses for your Valentine in mid-February, it’s a safe assumption that those blooms were not grown anywhere nearby. In fact, the majority of cut flowers sold in the U.S. are grown in far-flung warmer climates that allow for year-round production, such as California and South America. Happily, the arrival of summer to this region brings with it an influx of fresh produce into our farmstalls along with displays of fresh flowers, from sweet posies of wildflowers to sturdy bunches of sunflowers. Unlike industrially grown flowers, farmers market flowers are only available when the growing conditions allow for their production in harmony with nature’s rhythms. Whereas commercial growers routinely spray their crops with copious amounts of chemicals such as pesticides, herbicides and fungicides to ensure a constant yield, the seasonally appropriate production of local flowers requires fewer inputs and synthetic applications.

Refrigeration and transportation After industrially grown flowers are harvested from fields and greenhouses, they are stored in chilled warehouses to preserve their freshness before being transported via refrigerated trucks to the airport where they are then flown to their various destinations via cargo planes. Upon arrival, they are transferred back into refrigerated trucks and driven to retailers and other commercial distribution centers. The long-haul transportation and extended refrigeration of these flowers before they reach their point-of-sale requires an enormous expenditure of energy that balloons the size of their carbon footprint. Alternatively, the farmers market flowers that you see have been grown locally and have made only a short trip from the field to the marketplace. They’ll be fresher by the time you get them home and your purchase helps support a small farm or flower vendor versus a large faceless corporation.

Native flowers The range of exotic blooms you’ll find at a commercial florist or supermarket are typically not indigenous to the northeast, having been grown in different countries and warmer states. Amongst the cheerful posies of fresh flowers populating the farmstalls, you’ll find a preponderance of native plant varieties that have been growing in this area for thousands of years. These native flowers are uniquely adapted to thrive in the specific growing conditions of this region and have co-evolved alongside our local pollinators and wildlife forming a beneficial symbiosis and helping to promote biodiversity. For instance, Rudbeckia (aka black-eyed-susan or coneflower) is an herbaceous perennial native to North America that is prized for its showy golden yellow flowers that are being sold in our farmers markets right now. The nectar and pollen its flowers produce feeds native bees, butterflies, and other pollinators and it is also a larval host plant for Silvery Checkerspot (Chlosyne nycteis) caterpillars. Sticking within the yellow flower theme, all 52 varieties of sunflowers (Helianthus) are indigenous to North America while their seeds have formed a staple part of the American Indian diet for thousands of years.

Packaging Unlike the bouquets sold by commercial florists and retailers that are often heavily packaged in plastic cellophane, when you purchase a bouquet in the farmers market, it may come wrapped in kraft paper or simply bundled up, ready to be tucked into your shopping tote. Whereas plastic film is hard to recycle and adding to our planet’s ongoing plastic pollution problem, paper is biodegradable and can be tossed in the compost along with your cut flowers once they have reached the end of their useful life.

And there you have it! We wish you a very happy summer season of ‘slow food’ AND ‘slow flower’ shopping in our Down to Earth farmers markets.

#downtoearthmkts #farmersmarket #farmersmarkets #eatlocal #shoplocal #localfood #buylocal #eatdowntoearth #local flowers #slow food #slow living #native plants #native species

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