#bulk wedding flowers

[fabulousflorals]

The History and Diversity of Tulips

Tulips, originally found in an expansive region from Southern Europe to Central Asia, have captivated hearts worldwide since the 17th century, emerging as one of the most sought-after flowers.

Historical Roots: Tulips flourished wildly across Eastern and Central Asia. By 1055, they were cultivated in Constantinople. Persia embraced tulips from the 10th century, elevating them to coveted status by the 15th century. The introduction of tulips to Europe sparked "Tulip Mania," with these blooms adorning Dutch still-life paintings and forever linking them to the Netherlands.

Netherlands' Tulip Reign: The Netherlands claimed the tulip bulb throne for global markets, thanks to its ideal sandy soil and cooler climate. The 17th century witnessed "Tulip Mania" reinvigorated by the Tulip Breaking Virus. This virus fashioned mesmerizing variegated patterns, rendering tulips highly valuable. Although true broken tulips are extinct, Rembrandt tulips harken back to that era when the Dutch master painted their mesmerizing beauty.

A Spectrum of Colors: Tulip enthusiasts adore their diverse colors, excluding pure blue. Ongoing breeding programs yield a kaleidoscope of hues. Yet, the quest for black tulips posed challenges, culminating in "The Queen of the Night," resembling deep maroon or purple. In 1986, the first true black tulip emerged from Boven-Karspel, Netherlands, an outcome of cross-breeding the Queen of the Night and Wienerwald tulips.

Tulips Across the Atlantic: In the USA and Canada, local tulip supplies mainly hail from Washington state and British Columbia. Millions of tulip bulbs journey from the Netherlands annually, enriching gardening, potted plants, and cut flower production. Fabulous Florals enhances this diversity by importing cut tulips from Holland and sourcing high-quality American Grown tulips from certified flower growers.

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[chaosandmarigolds]

Teehee-

Simon planned the wedding, sure he let you do your little thing with the flowers and seating arrangements but he took the bulk of it- he didn’t want you to worry about anything

(He technically begged Price’s wife for help, almost got on his hands and knees because that woman is STUBBORN)

Now, best man? Psssh, it was either Price or Johnny (Sorry Kyle) but he chose Price because he knew that if he gave Johnny that title he might do something crazy

Price helped the morning of, reading the newspaper as Simon paced on the porch of the venue

And it was sworn between them that they would never mention (more like Simon forced the man to never speak of it) the words that were spoken

Obviously, Ollie was the ring bearer- took that very seriously, little sunglasses and a nerf gun (yes that was Johnny’s idea, and Ollie loved it.)

For the most part the ceremony went beautifully (he didn’t cry, how DARE YOU MAKE- yeah he got all weepy because he doesn’t believe this would ever happen to him)

Johnny had a tissue in his breast pocket, and like a chain reaction it got passed up to him- it was funny, so much so that you were giggling when you reached him

Now, Simon and emotions? Ha that’s so funny. He can’t speak when it comes to love, he can’t express it well.

So the vows were a bit broken up with shaky breaths and his eye contact was unwavering, and he didn’t begin to panic when you teared up BECAUSE WHY ARE YOU CRYING

The reception though- ahem

Ollie and Jane are dancing (Simon taught Ollie how to dance)

Johnny is flirting with one of the bridesmaids

Kyle is being lovey dovey with his partner

Price is helping the Mrs. With some obscure wedding thing (she’s having the time of her life helping with the wedding, you and Simon might as well be her actual children she loves you both so much)

Price’s speech was short and sweet, very basic, throwing a little joke in there along the lines of, “Don’t know how you got that one, yadda yadda…

Then it was your family’s speeches, and they were a bit awkward, they were baffled by all the military men and they don’t entirely like Simon but it was kind and cordial

Johnny’s speech?

Ohhhh no no no, presentation

“Ladies and gentlemen-“

You look up from Ollie, fixing the little suit tux and then to the Scott man who stood on a chair he had pulled to the middle of the ‘dance floor’ microphone in hand. With a tilt of the head you look to Simon, who was staring at the man with a unamused expression. So you then look to Johnny, he gave you a smile as he motioned to you.

“Now I didn’t like you at first, at all. Though’ you were ditz, a you didn’t do any good for my boy.”

You blink slowly, watching him and then he pulls out the clicker, which was connected to the projector.

(I could spend the next forty minutes showing you his speech but I’ll make the power point he did make. It’ll be posted later. <33)

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Five Long Years (Chapter 1)

aemond x niece!reader

A/N: i've been wanting to do age gap aemond with his niece for a while so when someone requested it, i was going to do a smut oneshot but it turned into this so weee new miniseries

WARNINGS: angsty, there will be incest and future smut

WORD COUNT: 1,059 words

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Five years since you saw him last. Two years since the death of his wife, Cassandra Baratheron and he is now finally coming home. He has travelled much, or at least that is what he says in his letters. Aemond Targaryen is a man of few words in everything but his letters to you, his dear niece who has spent the majority of her life doing no less than adoring him. Seeing him has been the thing you have spent the last month looking forward to and the day has finally come as you make your way to the courtyard.

“Ñuha rūs mandianna, look at how you’ve grown.” (my baby niece) 

You hear the voice from behind you, whipping around to meet his eye. Oh, and grown you have, into your name and into your body.

You hold in your squeal of delight as you walk up to him. “I have missed you, Kepus. I didn’t think you had already arrived.” You breathe out as he takes both your hands in his and brings them up to his mouth for a kiss. You feel your cheeks flush.

“I missed you more.” He murmurs, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. He must have noticed your blush by now.

“Tell me everything. I want to hear all about Pentos and Naarth and Lys.” You take his arm, leading him forward for a walk so you don’t have to look him in the eyes.

He smiles at how flustered you are. “You would have loved it, darling. There was so much to learn, so much history in every city.”

You listen to him with such interest as he goes on about each city, their people, their clothes. He’s pleased about how you want to hear it all. You’ve walked through the gardens twice by the time he had gotten through the bulk of it but even so, you can feel that he hasn’t told you everything.

“Tell me more, Kepus.” You beg him, never wanting to leave his side again.

“Not all things are for your ears, sweetling.”

You pout. “What do you mean?”

“You are still just a little girl in many ways.” He holds your hand, his thumb drawing small circles on your knuckles.

“I will be married soon. I won’t be a little girl after that.” A hint of emotion flashes through his eyes as you speak the words.

“I’m not so sure you’re ready for that.” He murmurs, looking at your soft hands before you yank them from his grasp.

“How should you know what i’m ready for?” He’s surprised by your sharp response. He never would have expected you to use such a tone with him.

“Because I know you.”

“You knew me. We have not seen one another for years.” There’s hurt in your voice, in your eyes.

“I had a wife to attend to… a child.”

Both who are now dead.

“A woman grown would be able to understand that.” He says, patronizing you.

“I do understand that.” There’s such jealousy in your voice. You just want to be seen by him, in a way that is different from a little girl who is only now slightly less little.

“You have flowered, yes and you have gotten so beautiful but your petulance has yet to escape you.” He speaks so tenderly as he lifts your chin to force you to look in his eye, but you find his words cruel.

“I’m not petulant.” You protest, pulling your face from his hand. You hate his gentle touches when he’s being mean.

“A well-mannered girl wouldn’t speak to her uncle the way you do.”

“I am well-mannered, just not a pushover.” You say back to him.

“If that were true, you wouldn’t have looked at a man on his wedding day the way you looked at me.” It stings when he says it. You didn’t even realize he noticed the way you gazed at him when he said his vows, all your longing wrapped up in a single look.

“Will you truly hold me to a look I gave you five years ago?” You want to scoff or say something mean but you hold your tongue instead.

“I was too old for you then.” He sympathizes. You didn’t even realize he knew. Men aren’t unusually so perceptive, especially ones who are barely twenty years old.

“Eight years isn’t so long. Daemon and my mother are sixteen years apart.” You murmur, knowing there’s no point in pretending.

“Her Grace wasn’t twelve when she married him.”

“Lots of girls get married at twelve.” You think of your grandmother who married even younger.

“Yes, lots of girls do get married at twelve… and then they die in childbirth at thirteen.” He states seriously. Aemond has little interest in fucking children, whether they have bled or not. “It was not because I did not like you, mandianna.” He reaches for you again to bring you demeaning comfort that you do not want.

“Stop touching me.”

“I didn’t know it would hurt you so. I had assumed it would pass.” He knows you still yearn for him.

“You think I still desire you? I want a man who will treat me like a woman, not a babe!” You’re angry and humiliated and you lash out, wanting that childhood crush to finally die, because that’s all it could have possibly been, frivolous and childish.

“I apologize. I should not have assumed.” You know he’s saying it just to calm you because a man like him is not so stupid, just arrogant enough to think he could never be wrong.

“I don’t want your purportless apologies.” You say with venom.

He sighs. “Then allow me to give you the gifts I brought for you-”

“You wish to distract me with trinkets?”

He isn’t too sure of what to say. You were much meeker as a girl, easily won over with pretty things and kind words. You’re more confident now… more Targaryen.

“I just do not wish to argue when it’s been so long since I saw you last.”

“And whose fault is that? You’ve had two years to see me… I’m starting to think it’s now too late.”

And with that, you stomp off, leaving Aemond dazed and confused… and slightly impressed. Maybe you aren’t just a little girl anymore.

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[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Congrats on passing 5k followers, you really deserve every one of them!! I'd love to see a little blurb about reader finding out former bf/husband Graves didn't actually die. Whether she was 141, shadows or just a civilian doesn't really matter too much to me, whatever strikes you with the most ideas haha! Thank you! 😁

—Sleeping On The Porch

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╰┈➤ ❝ [As it turns out, your husband never really died. It's safe to say you're not overjoyed.] ❞

You stare at him from the entrance of the door, eye twitching at the bouquet of flowers as the night air settles in. 

Phillip’s face is tight with tension. 

“C’mon, Sweetheart,” he chuffs a fake laugh through his accent. “Surprise.”

Your lips don’t utter a peep. 

The man is worse for wear—his face patched with bandages and his clothes showing the bulk of wrappings underneath. He’d been gone for months; gone from you, your home, your bed. You had thought he had died.  

Seeing him here now didn’t have the same effect you thought it would. Your eyes spark with pure rage. 

“Hey, now,” Phillip tries to move forward but stops himself when your face contorts into a snarl, blinking quickly and holding up his free hand—your wedding band still wrapped around his finger. No word or calls…does he think you’re just going to forgive him for this? “Don't…don’t be like that, now, Doll. I’m home! How about you let me in and we can talk it all out over some dinner, alright? I’ll do all the cooking, you don’t even worry about it.” 

Your body is utterly stone, and his silver tongue won’t work on you this time. 

Without a kiss or a word to him, you slam the door right in his face. Locking it deftly, you wash your hands of it and turn on your heel as the pounding on the wood starts up, the delicate calls of your name before the handle is tried and found immobile. 

“Sweetheart?!” His voice is muffled as you walk up the stairs to your bedroom—because it was your bedroom now, and it would be until that man knew how to grovel properly. He’s lucky he’s sleeping on the porch and not the street. “I…It’s cold out here, y’know!” A pause before the man hears the echo of a shutting door from far inside. The shadow of his boots shifts. “...I brought you flowers…”

In the early morning, you sneak down, still in pajamas, and your feet bare to the hardwood below you. Padding over, you quietly unlock the door with the intent to peek out to see if your husband is still there. 

Peeling the door back just a smidge, you blink at the absence of anyone. For a moment you wonder if it was just a dream, but then you step outside and spot the sleeping figure on the porch swing. 

On his back, Phillip rests, your flowers atop his chest like a child as the bend of his elbow covers the man’s eyes to allow him a longer sleep. You bink, sighing long and low as your head shakes. 

Walking over, you look down at him as his chest slowly rises and falls—the slight shiver from the early morning chill. You don’t feel back about this; about making sleep outside like a dog. By your accounts it was the least he deserved and, in fact, a very merciful fate.

Looking at his broken body, you shift your gaze away before the pain in your chest comes back. Damn him. 

But it’s only when you look back that you notice that his arm has shifted farther up his head—resting now on his hairline as he looks up at you softly. 

“M’sorry,” he breathes, face open and lips being bitten for a moment before he looks away from you. Your hands wrap your waist. 

There will be no warmth from you—not now. 

“You’re going to have to do more than just say that, Phillip Graves.” His blue eyes are heavy with guilt, but he nods nonetheless. 

There was a long road to go.

[bamtorin]

⋆˚࿔ 𝑻𝑿𝑻 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𓍢ִ໋🀦 genre: headcanon, fluff, crack, comedic death

𓄃 wc: 800 approx

𓃶 note: new acc, im still unhinged.

𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑛 /ᐠ ̥ ̣̮ ̥ ᐟ\ﾉ

"Do you think my tie looks too tight?"

"Do you think beige napkin goes well with our food?"

"Do you think it's the perfect tempature in our guest's bathroom?"

"Should we go for turquiose blue or ocean blue for the cushion?"

"Would it be too much if I french kissed you after the vows?" -yeonjun

Hyper concious about everything. Nothing goes without him double checking, sniffing and nagging how it could be more perfect if you guys did something else.

Stressing about you, your mom even your dead great great uncle if he could.

Fixing the bedsheets you two will be fucking on later. Anxious, fidgety. Writes the wedding script 78 times but still isn't satisfied. Treats the wedding like a diablo final boss.

Finally when the venue is all set, you walking down the aisle with your beloved father's hand in your hand, you find... Yeonjun's missing. He eloped with his guy friend he told you not to worry about (happy pride month yall)

𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑛 (=˘ϖ˘=)

You had to console him thrice on the video call not to panic so much and everything would go well. But that man is shivering. Had a nightmare about the day about a month ago. Can't shake that feeling off his chest. He saw that his dead grandma is dancing on a bar, repeatedly telling him he would have 30 years of misfortune if he married you.

"Soobin? Listen to me? It's gonna alright bby"

"Yeah.. I love you.." *cuts the video call*

Still nervous and shaky. His gaze lingers upon that one champagne his friends bought him for the wedding and decides one sip wouldnt hurt.

And another sip.. yet another sip. Till he gets completely wasted on the 7th sip.

*phone buzzes with 127 missed call and 35 texts*

Arrives half a day late to the wedding.

𝐵𝑒𝑜𝑚𝑔𝑦𝑢 ʕ º ᴥ ºʔ

Your relationship with beomgyu has always been makeshift. Not in a bad way. Everytime a trouble comes, you guys power through it by laughing. You broke your nose? He gets you nasal spray as a joke. He lost his apartment due to bankrupcy? You get him a minecraft house. You both got a F on the assignment? You two still have a competition of who got the lowest mark on math. It's great, you guys got each other's back all the time, even in joking the love is present.

The wedding was reflection of this as well when you saw 2 adult bulked up men with beards and black suit spreading flowers from their cute mini buckets at everyone in the spot of your flower girls. Beomgyu whispers "The flower girls cancelled the last moment, so I got my workout jjang friends to fill in.. I swear this was our only option" You laugh, so did everyone.

But another problem rose as you cut the cake. The color looked amazing for a lemon cake. Bright, yellow..wait yellow? Then you taste it and it's durian. You ordered the cake and they completely messed up the order. You become instantly sad, eyes brimming with water threatening to fall with the bitter exotic flavour going into your mouth but Beomgyu gets a brilliant idea. "$100 for anyone who eats the most cake!" He shouts. So boy does everyone jump that cake and it was soon finished in moments. The fastest any cake has been devoured. Your face changes to a bright smile and a big laugh when beomgyu takes up on the challenge himself, and the day gets memorable.

𝑇𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛 ( ⓛ ﻌ ⓛ *)

The picture perfect wedding. Everybody clapping, you happily walking down the aisle. He looks up at you with the most breathtaking watery boba eyes. Flushed cheeks and sweet smile. The vows he wrote in his one hand. You stand in front of him, giggling that the dream has come true. The priest asks you to recite your vows,

"I love that you let me think I'm the funny one in the relationship. And I love that you always help me find my keys, my wallet or phone; anything after I misplaced it. I promise to grow alongside you and I vow to love and cherish not only who you are but who you will become" -you

He looks shocked for a moment and then he starts reciting his own with a giggle,

"I'll start by saying something obvious. Between the two of us, you're the funny one in our relationship" He looks up at you to see your reaction, how your vows matched even though no one had it planned from before. He starts again with a smile,

"I promise to always find your keys, your wallet or your sunglasses" mouthing after how it's exactly the same. "And I vow to always cherish you for who you are and stand right beside you"

After a long day of everything going well, you bid farewell to your parents and the guests. The moment you try to get in the car, a bus crashes right into Taehyun who was leading the way. Surprise! That's the canon.

𝐻𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑎𝑖 (๑ŏ⋖⋗ŏ)

You might wanna sit down for this one. Everything that can go wrong will go wrong.

First of all he messed up the venues for the wedding and went to southwest 34 instead southwest 35. Then didn't notice it because there was another wedding happening there at the same time. He arrives several hours late, again finding the right address. Much furious arguements and cries later, you two finally get down to business.

Finding he lost the wedding rings. It was right in his pocket, could've left in the car or something.

He goes back to the car, he grabs it and closes the door but right then a part of his tuxedo gets stucks in the car door and it rips trying to get it out.

Your patience runs really low seeing him in that state, making puppy eyes at you. You stare at your clock, anxiously thinking why the caterers and photographers aren't here yet.

Well, hueningkai the man he is, texted the wrong address to them as well... then there's an unexpected typhoon that's making them impossible to arrive at your place. Several hours later, it's almost 9pm when the cateres arrive. Food cold and half drenched. You are counting down the ways you could've said no when hueningkai first proposed to you.

All's well that ends well, you chant this golden mantra and try to girlboss it, wait.. you didn't notice this before. IS THAT HIS FUCKING EX WEARING WHITE TO YOUR WEDDING?

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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt III the wedding dress: crowley's shirt's ruffles (the brainrot is in terminal stages only palliative care is possible now)

OKAY. I'M SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR A WHILE BUT I AM HERE MAGGOTS (WHILE YOU'RE ALL BEING SO FUCKING LOVELY AND AMAZING ON THE COLLEGE POST WHICH TERRIFIES ME).

The last update was the shirt (everything related to aziracrow wedding brainrot is on my blog with the tag weirdly the nightingales wed) and I talked so long about the shirt and the Regency influences and the Jane Austen part that I realised I'd need a separate post for the ruffles. So. Here we are.

THE RUFFLES OVERVIEW: I spent too much time on this, but let's go. The ruffles were taken from that 1805-10 Regency evening gown that inspired the entire neckline, and they're the same material, muslin. They're overlaid with Alencon lace, the reason for which shall be stated below. I stopped the ruffles at the edge of the square neckline rather than going around the neck because given how the coat will be buttoned, it's not necessary and would just add bulk. For the same reason the ruffles would be sewn down at the edge with a French seam (it won't add lines to the silhouette or bulk, a maggot recommended that stitch) to prevent it from getting displaced.

THE LACE OVERVIEW: Oh, the fucking lace. Okay. So, this part of the dress was supposed to represent Shakespeare's time, the Edwardian era, from the Shakespeare/Hamlet scene in the season 1 episode 3 cold open. So I wanted to choose a lace that was popular in England at that time. I looked up the types of laces and their history, and found that Alencon lace best suited my purposes. It is the most popular lace for wedding dresses now. The lace would have motifs of birds (nightingales), leaves (Crowley's plants), angel wings (self-explanatory) and flowers (traditional for this lace).

THE NICE AND ACCURATE HISTORY: Ah, textile trade in the Edwardian era, exactly how I thought I'd be using my brainpower in the year of our Lord and Saviour Bildaddy 2024. Okay, the reason I chose Alencon lace was that during the end of the 16th century (which was around the time when Hamlet was written, 1599-1601, a direct reference to the episode), French lace was most popular in England. There were other popular lace imports, from Belgium, italy etc, as well as lace made in Devon (which wasn't as popular), but Queen Elizabeth had maintained ties with the French court and used lace on her gowns and that's how lace became fashionable. So I picked French lace.

Now the other types of French lace, Chantily lace and Argentan lace, weren't invented at the time Hamlet was written, so I was left with Alencon. The wedding thing was a bonus, honestly. Alencon lace originated in France in the 16th century, was called "Queen of Lace" and was a luxury. I do believe Aziraphale of the infamous I have standards would approve.

Soooooo. There you have it. The detailed real history behind the real lace on the ruffles of a fictional character's fictional dress for their fictional wedding that's not canon.

*contemplates life choices* Well, this isn't the very worst choice I've made, at least.

...that honour would belong to the cufflinks. Next update.

[paprikalover]

we're getting flowers from a farm near ben's studio for the wedding and had decided to get these bulk buckets of bunches that are cheaper because it's just a mixture of whatever types they have a lot of, and then we'd just use whatever they give us to make our own little arrangements. we're not really picky about flowers and wanted to save some money so it seemed like the best option

we went there today to confirm and pay and see if we could get an idea of the kinds of flowers they think they might give us. the woman who runs the farm was so sweet so we ended up talking for a while and i showed her a photo of the tights and tie my friend made us, and she asked me to send it to her so she could base the flowers they give us around those colors! it ended up turning into a really sweet meeting and now the flowers feel like the most "official" wedding thing we've got going on. + right now they have tons of different types of dahlias which are my favorite flower. also she gave us two cucumbers.

obviously i'm excited for the wedding but this year has gone so horribly that i've been assuming that something unfortunate is going to happen despite how organized and prepared we are. not like, stuff that doesn't matter but, more like a biblical flood... a plague... etc. so i guess what i'm saying is that it feels good when little things like the flowers seem to be working out even better than expected

[oneforthemunny]

I am curious to know, do you think rockstar!Eddie gave nepo!baby push presents with all of the girls and if so what would they be👀👀

yes and I haven’t elaborated much besides a few things bc here’s the thing: as much as yes, he’d spare no expense like the more expensive it it doesn’t mean it’s better for her. like shes got everything, grew up with everything she ever wanted, and money just isn’t gonna impress her. out buying or stupid shit like that she’ll just be like… ok???

it has to be something sentimental ya know? so I’ve said eddie started getting the flowers pressed and framed from the three wedding bouquets and then kept it going with the baby shower ones too. I really think each girl would have a different flower and then eddie gets it pressed bc he’s sappy and sweet and she decorates her office with them. they just mean the world to her bc they’re preserved and just remind her of the important dates.

I think he’d get her something unique after they decide to start naming the girls after places that they were conceived.

like he’s insane so he bought the ‘return of persephone’ painting bc some art gala person told him it signified a bond between a mother and daughter so he was sold pretty easily lmao. proudly told you that and it’s hung up in your living room (bc I really picture the house to have like a dark art deco kinda vibe a little eclectic).

for kensington, the inspiration came later. you were always saying you wanted to remodel the backyard and have it look brighter. more homey now that you had babies. so he learned that kensington palace was famous for its gardens, and he found the plants that they had and had it replicated (on a very tiny scale) in the back yard. forget me nots, tulips, dahlias, lavender all planted in rows that mimicked the gardens and lining a little path. it’s still there today even as the kids are grown.

for the twins… it was fucking hard lol. bc italy is gorgeous but it’s really difficult. he ended up getting a gold necklace with four tiny pendants (added two more for the other girls later) each with their birthstones made in italy. it was a finer and pricier item but you loved it. you still wear it a lot.

zahra was easier bc eddie quite literally bought the egyptian perfume for you in bulk lol.

vega was the hardest for eddie bc it was your last baby. he decided to take your wedding band, and have the birthstones of the girls added a long with diamonds to fill in the rest. it wasn’t the best, in his opinion, but you thought it was sweet bc it was more symbolic and touching.

those are just a few 🫶

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[f1-disaster-bi]

omg wag au is my favorite thing you’ve ever written are you having thoughts about it???!!! it’s genuinely my ideal fic like all the tropes and dynamics that i love r there, and norstappen is my fav it’s my happy place!!!! i love the idea of lando visiting max at a race and engaging in typical wag behavior bc i think he would think it’s fun and he does not hate women and respects WAGS (😠😠) so it wouldn’t be a demeaning vibe but just a very joyful vibe lmao, or max commenting on the quadrant promo posts w/lando being thirsty, or lando having to deal w the bulk of wedding planning bc max is always off working (even tho lando has his own work to do, i can see some possible angst/hurt abt the fact it’s assumed lando will do all the work and lando being stressed about the workload,, but also lando tryna be like it makes sense i have to do all this he’s off jetting about the globe and being super busy, but then also his reality of lando does have to work and wedding planning on top of that he’s stressed and upset but feels like he should be able to manage), i love this au it’s perfect i would love to hear about any thoughts or ideas or future fics or snippets you have for it!!

I absolutely love all these ideas and the love for this au! It's one I have wanted to go back to, along with Accidental Kidnapping, but just haven't had the chance to!

Lando absolutely loves being a WAG when he gets the chance. He loves supporting Max, and aside from that one now ex-wag that told him to get a side-piece for the lonliness, he gets along with a lot of the other partners on the grid. He would do like "day in the life as an F1 wag", and post a reel/tiktok of him getting ready for the track, giving Max good luck kisses or bringing him coffee/red bull, clips of him at the back of the garage watchign nervously during quali and then celebrating. He'd just give it 100% cause he knows Max gives 100% to any events Lando brings him to for Quadrant or gaming tournaments he is in, and he loves him so why wouldn't he be proud to be there?

He'd definitely get some negative comments because "you're shoving your life choices down our throats" or called "a distraction" but Lando ignores it. He just focuses on the friends he's made on the grid and hanging with the other partners like Lily and Alex or messing with Daniel cause Daniel easily became one of his favourite people after he started dating Max.

Max definitely comments quickly whenever Lando posts anything. Normally it's hearts but when Lando posts some more teasing pictures for Quadrant drops or merch, Max might say a little more. Or when Lando feels a little lonely and decides to take one of Max's cars or his boat (again) for a little joy ride, and Max can't help but laught at his antics because he loves Lando and knows this is his way of saying "come home soon dickhead" 😂

As for the wedding planning....Lando would get frustrated by the fact that after the engagement, everyone just assumes it's him doing all the planning because "well, Max has racing, and you're jsut at home most of the time". It's more the fact that people that ask seem to value his career and Quadrant as less than, like it's just a hobby and not something Lando has been tirelessly working on for years, that he doesn't spends hours every day planning content and streams, looking over merch drops and talking to people about profits and subscriber numbers and everything that comes with running a business.

Max does help. He does try pitch in with ideas, or dealing with booking things when he has time between races, because he knows its a lot and he can see Lando stressing, especially when their families seem to be also going with the idea that Lando is planning everything and are constantly messaging Lando about wedding ideas and venues and flowers and party favours or destination.

Seeing how stressed Lando is, Max would absolutely gently tell people to back off and then message Max F to see about Lando's schedule. He sneakily arranges time where he and Lando have a little over a week before they're needed for something, and whisks Lando away somewhere private where they can turn on DND and just relax and destress and where Lando can admitt it's a little overwhelming and that he feels bad bringing it to Max cause Max has a championship to win, but Max would just reassure him that he comes first. Racing is his career, and he loves it, but Lando is going to be his husband and the person he spends his life with and that will always come first to Max

[crguang]

Hi dear!! How are you these days? Hope you are well. Welp, I've never interacted with anyone on the ask box so pardon me if I make some mistake. I realize ur event has ended, but I just wanna share my thoughts hehe, hope this makes your day brighter.

Imagine that Reader is a florist, and Acheron shows up everyday to ur flower shop just to buy a mini flower bouquet. She said that she loves flowers and wants to put fresh flowers in her living room. *Ofc she lies to you, she just wants to meet you and support ur little business*

One day she bought a big bouquet, no- HUGE BOUQUET. you're asking innocently "ohhh what's the occasion? Do you want to give it to someone? Ur friends graduation? Wedding?"

Once you hand the bouquet to her, she immediately gives the bouquet back. You're so confused, but after a long silence, Acheron finally has the courage to speak, and she asks you to be her girlfriend. AW HOW LOVELY *cough* anyway, that's all from me. This is very Acheron behaviour... Welp, at least for me. It also suits Kafka tho-

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HELLOOOO i love getting asks and answering them, im always up for people sharing their thoughts with me so dont worry about the event ending! this idea is so wholesome😭

i think acheron would only know a thing or two about flowers and the rest she learns from you whenever she comes by. she’d learn flower language with how frequently she’s asking for bouquets and you’re telling her that different occasions mean different bouquets, yadda yadda— she takes notes, asks for a bouquet one day that is clearlyyy meant as a confession of love and when you compliment her knowledge, asking her who it’s for, she just hands it back to you. she’s holding her breath and getting slightly worried the longer the silence stretches between you but your brain cant compute that this hot, considerate, absolute puppy of a being basically just confessed to you. you take the bouquet with a flustered smile and of course you’ll go out with her she couldve just asked… acheron singlehandedly boosting your sales cause shes pining is so cute i love her so much

also please do not let me get started with kafka and flowers. that woman knows them and she knows them WELL. she loves flowers like are you kidding? they fit her definition of beauty perfectly and she’s associated with red roses everywhere— she almost knows as much as you do, she just buys them in bulk to watch you carefully assemble each bouquet with that pleased little look in her eyes. you kinda hate her at first because shes working you to the BONE. but it’s not often you get to talk about plants with someone and shes hot and seems interested in whatever you have to say so you start looking forward to her (very irregular) visits… her bouquet is a lot more subtle, unlike acheron she wouldn’t put flowers like honeysuckles or daffodils that mean unparalleled/everlasting love because she can’t guarantee that and, well, it’s kafka. she’d never be too on the nose, she’d put flowers that remind her of the qualities you have and hand you the bouquet with a self-assured smile, watching intently for your reaction. at first youre a little confused because it’s a very personalized bouquet, so what it’s meant to convey isn’t obvious. you know the meaning behind every flower, you just dont immediately associate them to you until she says something like “it’s you.” …….ERROR 404. i’d die on the spot

[abowlofpetuniasandawhale]

took one look at the cost difference between bulk flowers and wedding arrangements and, well let’s just say that i will be studying how to make floral arrangements for the next six months