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ladylooch · 10 months

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 3

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A/N: Smoooooth operator turning into a sweet, vulnerable boy 😍

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: swearing

The next afternoon, I’m sitting at the island in the kitchen, watching as Alex and Felicia grab their bags for their stay over, date night in Stillwater. Alex is stuffing his phone in his pocket before he turns to me.

“We should be back tomorrow after lunch. I think Mom and Dad might bring the kids back before so Serena can nap at home. She said she would call you.” Alex tells me.

“Sounds good.” I nod my head in understanding.

“Are you doing anything this weekend?” Felicia asks innocently. She doesn’t know Kevin and I made plans for tonight, so I don’t believe she is knowingly trying to stir the pot.

“Nope.” I shrug.

“You’re more lame than us and we have two kids.” Alex laughs. “Might be time for some friends.”

“I have friends.” I mutter to him. “I’m going out with one tonight.” I instantly suck in a quick breath, wishing my annoyance at my brother didn’t create holes in my filter. Al doesn’t seem to care though as he shrugs his shoulders. He leaves the kitchen quickly after hearing a big thump come from the direction of Sawyer’s room.

“So, you going out with Kevin?” Felicia asks once Alex has disappeared down the hall. I widen my eyes at her. “Oh come on. It was pretty obvious you two were flirting at the bar yesterday.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Luckily, Alex had a steady stream of fans asking for his attention. He didn’t notice.” She assures me. “So where are you two going?”

“5-8 Club. I told him he had to try a Juicy Lucy if he’s going to stay here long term. We are going to try Matt’s at some point too.”

“Excellent choice. Well, have fun and make good choices.” She gives an amused look before exiting the kitchen to finish packing.

Two hours later, the house is empty as I patter around getting ready for our night. I’ve opted for dark wash jeans, a cream and light pink sweater with light tan, ankle booties. My hair is curled to perfection and my make up is naturally light. I’m just fastening my diamond studs into my ears when I hear the doorbell chime. My heart jumps in response and I suck in a steady breath. I walk slowly up the stairs and into the entry way, glancing out the window to see Kevin standing with his hand in his pockets. I open the door slowly and take him in. He’s wearing black jeans with a black Givenchy sweatshirt along with black sneakers with white stripes. His hair is covered with a backwards, black baseball cap. He looks expensive and decadent just like the chocolate from his native country.

“Hey.” I smile widely at him. “Come in, I just have to grab my purse.”

“Take your time. I’m a little early.” He informs me as he steps into the house. “I am not sure how long it takes to get anywhere here.”

“Better early than late.” I tell him, leading the way to the kitchen where my black, Michael Kors purse is sitting. Normally, I don’t buy expensive things like this, but Alex got me it for Christmas as an extra thank you for all the help around the house.

“That’s what my mother taught me.” Kevin says, leaning against the wall and watching me across the kitchen. I grab my Apple Watch and strap it to my wrist, then I’m ready to go.

“You must have a great mom.” I tell him.

“I do. She moved with me to Sweden when I was 16 just so I could play hockey. The next year I returned by myself and lived alone. So, whenever I saw her, she had to cram all the lessons into the summer.” He laughs as I step towards him.

“That must have been hard for her to let you go.”

“It was. That’s why there is so much pressure to be successful. And why it sucked when I was not in Nashville. I do not want her sacrifices to mean nothing.”

“Good thing you have a fresh start here.” I am surprised at his immediate openness. Previously, he had been so cocky and sure of himself in our interactions. This softer, more vulnerable side of him has me wanting to curl into him like a cat and hear more. “I can drive if you want.” I hold my car keys up and he shakes his head no.

“Just tell me where to go.” He reaches his hand out for me and I lace our fingers together, tugging him from the kitchen and out the door. When we get to his Black Audi, he reaches for the passenger side and opens the door for me.

“Also from your mom?” I wonder as I step in, clicking my seatbelt into place.

“Yes.” He laughs before shutting my door and going to his side of the car. I instruct him which way to pull out of the drive way and then pull up Google Maps so a professional can direct him where to go. Once we enter the freeway, I ask Kevin to tell me more about his family.

“Well, it’s my father, mother, and sister. My sister is older than me by a few years. They all still live in Switzerland, close to where I grew up. I go see them when I can, but prefer to stay in Sweden in the off-season. They come to see me here and there at different points throughout the year.”

“Do you miss them a lot when you’re gone?”

“Yes and no. I’ve been living on my own since I was 17, so it’s just changed our relationships over the years. It’s hardest to be away from my sister I would say. We were close and with the distance, it’s been hard to stay as close as we would like over time.” I nod my head in understanding.

“What are their names?”

“My dad is Jan. My mom is Renata and my sister is Laura.”

“Will they come see you in Minnesota now that you’re here?”

“Probably. My mom was actually visiting me in Nashville right when I was traded. So, she helped pack some things and sent them to me here.”

“Oh! But then she had to go back probably?”

“Yeah, I pretty much was able to say goodbye and had to catch my flight to meet up with the Wild in New York.”

“That kind of sucks. You finally get to see her and it’s cut short by a trade.”

“A lot of things sucked about that trade.” He admits as he changes lanes. “Meeting you hasn’t though.” I blush in response and look out the window smiling.

Kevin exits the freeway and we wind our way down Cedar Ave until we pull up to a small building that looks strikingly like a church. He gives me a questioning look and I nod my head assuringly. He places the car in park.

“Hold on, I’ll get your door.” I laugh as he quickly jogs around to my side, opening my door again. He reaches his hand out for me and helps pull me up.

“Thanks.” I murmurs. My hand tingles from his touch as we head into the restaurant.

The inside is nothing to write home about, but the food is stellar. Delicious burgers, crispy fries, and an ice cold beer. I can’t think of anything more American for Kevin to experience. He has been here for a couple of years, but I wonder how much of the culture has really infused into him. We are shown to a high top table at the bar and we sit across from each other. A hockey game plays out on the TV by our table and Kevin grimaces.

“Ugh, St. Louis.” I glance at the score seeing they are playing in Missouri and leading the Detroit Red Wings by a goal.

“Not a fan?” I ask.

“No. I got hurt there. It’s still hard for me to play there.”

“You got hurt? Was it bad?” My brows furrow in response as I look at the unease on his face.

“It wasn’t great. I broke my femur and tore an artery in the playoffs two years ago.”

“Oh my god! That’s pretty serious.”

“Yeah being stretchered off in an arena full of people was a lot. But, I pushed through the rehab and was there with the team at the start of the season.” His voice has a confident edge that seems a little fake to me.

“Wait what!?” I exclaim. “You broke your femur in the playoffs and played at the beginning of the next season? That must have been some intense rehab.”

“It was.” He nods, taking a sip of his water. “A lot of pool time.”

“So, if it was the semi-finals, it must have been on national TV?” I wonder, grabbing my phone.

“Yeah, there is still video out there of it, but I’ve never seen it. I’d like to keep it that way.” He tells me.

“I understand… Is it okay if I watch it?” He nods in agreement and I pull it up. Something about his fake confidence has me wondering just how difficult this injury was for him.

I watch on my phone as Kevin barrels down towards the net with the puck on his stick. The Blues defensemen comes from his right, guiding him towards the boards. Kevin leans into the defensemen who pushes back against him. Close to the net, the Blues defensemen shoves at Kevin’s upper body and he loses his footing far enough from the boards that he slams into them hard, feet first. I grimace in response as he writhes around on the ice in pain, gripping his left leg in agony. Then, NBC gives the audience the courtesy of seeing it in slow motion. I gasp and flip my phone down so I don’t have to see anymore.

“That was terrible.” I look into his face with worry. “I can’t imagine how scary that was to be injured like that, in an away game, in a foreign country.”

“It wasn’t great.” He confirms, “They told me I might not be able to play again. That was probably harder than the injury. There was a lot of concern that even if I could play again, it wouldn’t be at a high level anymore. I couldn’t live with either of those things so I proved them wrong and rehabbed hard.”

“Yeah you did.” I told him, holding up my hand for a high five. He grins and slaps it. My hand buzzes still even after his touch is gone. “What was that like mentally though? I mean, hockey is a game that can be won in board battles.”

“The physical stuff was hard, but the mental aspect was the toughest part for me. I was timid. Then I had to act like I wasn’t. I ended up speaking to a sport psychologist and we worked through what she called the trauma of the injury. It got better after that. I only think about it in St. Louis these days.”

I take in his features- his hard set jaw and shoulders, determined for me to see that he’s made it through. Something about this toughness still feels a bit fake to me. I reach for his hand that’s sitting on the table and give it a squeeze.

“It’s okay if you still think about it in other places too.” I being to pull away and he grabs my fingers again, holding them in his hand.

“Thanks, Sam.” His eyes hold mine and I feel the connection between us become deeper. “So what should I order? A salad?” He jokes with me.

“Oh gosh. I don’t think they have those.” I laugh, flipping the menu over and glancing at it. We grow quiet for a moment before Kevin’s mouth drops open and he looks at me.

“They have to be kidding right?” He points under the Juicy Lucy section at the PB&J burger. It’s a patty that its stuffed with peanut butter and American cheese, then topped with strawberry jam. “Nobody would actually eat that right?”

“Truthfully, my brother Nick LOVES that burger. It sounds gross but apparently it’s good.”

“Wait, you have two brothers?” Kevin asks me, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, Nick is the oldest, Alex is the middle, and I’m the youngest.” I confirm to him.

“How is that with dating?”

“Not great!” I confirm. “They are both old enough that we never went to school together, but that didn’t stop them from instilling fear in the high school boys I tried to date.”

“It’s a brother’s job to keep his sister safe.” Kevin nods. “I do the same thing with my sister.”

“Disagree.” I say simply, looking back down on my menu. If I allowed Alex and Nick to do what they think keeps me safe, I wouldn’t be here. Plus it’s 2019, women are strong, capable, and don’t need men to look after them.

“Why is that?” Kevin tilts his head looking at me.

“Honestly, Alex doesn’t know I’m here right now. And if he did, he would probably be having a heart attack. Alex asked for me to stay away from you. As you can see I’m a great listener.”

“Stay away from me?” He asks, innocently putting his hand on my chest. “What’s wrong with me?” He jokes, putting his menu down and looking at me expectantly.

“It’s nothing personal about you. It’s that you’re my brother’s teammate.”

He pauses to consider that and nods in agreement. “ I guess I can see that. I’m not sure that I love the idea of lying to your brother about hanging out though.”

“Then I guess this is our last friend date together.” Kevin lets out a slow and low chuckle, giving his head a shake.

“It’s funny to me that you still think we are here as just friends.” His brown eyes turn a bit darker. “I said I didn’t love the idea, not that I wasn’t willing to do it to see you.”

I hesitate in responding to him. Did I really just ask Kevin to lie to my brother so we can hang out? I certainly don’t want to stop doing whatever this is. The idea of seeing him again excites me, but is it worth the repercussions to the team and my relationship with my brother? I sigh heavily. I’m not sure why I’m struggling with these questions now, but didn’t when I agreed to this “friend date” to begin with.

“I don’t know.” I tell Kevin honestly. “I probably shouldn’t have agree to come here with you in the first place.”

“Sam, are you having fun?” Kevin asks me. I nod in response. “Good because I am too.” His voice has grown softer as he speaks. “I want to see where this is going, but I don’t want to come between you and your brother. So, if this is it, then this is it.”

The thought of never doing this again makes my throat tighten uncomfortably. I don’t want that. Not in any cell in my entire being. I want to hear more about his life. I want to know what makes him happy. What he looks like on Saturday mornings when he wakes up. What he misses the most about home. I want to know him like the back of my hand. So I tell him.

“I don’t want this to be it.” He gives me a big smile and nods his head.

“Then this isn’t it.” He confirms. I smile in response, taking a sip of water to steady the butterflies in my stomach. The way he looks at me across the table has my head spinning in response. Damn.

The waitress brings over our order and I watch as Kevin studies the little piece of paper that comes with each Juicy Lucy. It’s a standard warning that the cheese in the center is basically boiling lava and will burn every tastebud in your mouth if you don’t let it cool off.

“This thing comes with a warning?” He laughs to me, holding the paper up.

“Welcome to America where we sue because we are too impatient to wait for our food to cool.” I shrug.

“How do I eat this?” He wonders, looking at me for direction.

“I usually wait a few minutes, then cut it in half. That way the cheese has solidified a bit so it won’t spill all out of the burger before you can eat it.”

“I’ll let you do it.” He pushes his basket over to me and I accept it. I cut into it and grimace at the hot steam that comes rushing out at me. “Geez, is this thing going to kill me?” He exclaims with an incredulous look.

“Not if you respect the cheese.” I give him back his basket and he looks at it expectantly.

“You first.” He motions for me to take a bite. I grab half of my burger and carefully place it close to my mouth. The steam has settled after cutting it open so I bite into it. I give Kevin the thumbs up that it’s okay while I chew. “Respect the cheese.” He repeats before taking a bite. I laugh in response and watch his face. “Oh wow, that’s good.” He confirms to me as he swallows.

“I told you!”

“You’re making a believer out of me, Sam Stalock.” He takes another bite. “Is the other place this good?”

“Yeah it’s very comparable. Some insist that Matt’s is better, but I think they both are equally delicious.”

We chat more as we eat our burgers about the history of the Juicy Lucy and all the other places it can be found over the metro. By the end of our meal, we have a list of ten different restaurants that we need to try. We are doing our own version of the burger battle and my heart is warm at the idea of spending more time with him. Talking with him, being with him like this is so natural. It doesn’t feel like work or pretending to be someone else. I’m comfortable with him. Kevin and I stay long after we finish our meals until we are the only patrons within the restaurant. I glance at the bartender who looks like he is itching to leave for the night. Kevin pays for our tab and I thank him as we walk back into the cold night.

“How is this in the snow?” I wonder to him, noting how low his car is to the ground.

“Not great.” Kevin laughs. “I’m trading this in for an SUV in a few days. So, fingers crossed we don’t get any snow.”

“That’s pretty risky for Minnesota in February. Sometimes we can get up to 12 inches of snow.”

“Well, fuck me.” He laughs. “We get snow in Switzerland and Sweden, but the temperatures are a lot more mild than what Minnesota has been so far.”

“Yeah, it’s unpleasantly cold these days.”

“Good cuddling weather though.” He gives me an easy smile. I rub my hands together. He reaches for my left hand, lacing our fingers and pulling it to his thigh. As he drives, he pulls my hand up to his lips and kisses it sweetly. His eyes don’t leave the road but his lips spread wider into a smile. I watch in awe, completely dumbfounded that this is our first date. It feels like we have been together for weeks, months even. We have settled into this natural flow of touching, laughing and sharing sweet looks.

When we climb the front steps of the house 30 minutes later, I feel sad that our night has already ended. Everything about him pulls me in. From his eyes, his smile, his personality- damn even his cologne gets me. I have this sense that what is happening between us is the start of something real, something I’ve never experienced before.

“Thanks for a great night.” I tell him, turning to face where he is standing by the stairs, hands stuffed into his pockets. His shoulders hunched a bit from the cold breeze.

“I had a great time. I’m glad it won’t be our last.”

“Me too.” I admit, my lips turning up into a welcoming smile. I bite my lip in response, not sure how to end the night. I know what I WANT to do. Smother him with kisses and pull him inside to see what this hockey player can do with those thighs. But that might be a bit too forward for a first date and truthfully, the thought of having sex in Alex’s house gives me a bit of the creeps- whether he is home or not.

Kevin makes the first move, stepping forward and extending his arms for a hug. I step between his outstretched arms and wrap mine around the middle of his body. I rest my nose against his shoulder, trying to hide the dumb huge smile that is stretching across my face. My temple touches his cheek and I can feel him lean slightly in to caress my head. I lightly breathe in the scent of his cologne, closing my eyes and savoring the crisp, manly scent.

“We leave tomorrow, but maybe I can see you when I’m back?” He asks as we continue to hold each other close.

“I’d like that,” I tell him, pulling away and looking up into his face.

Our eyes meet and I know he’s going to kiss me. My lips drop slightly apart as he dips down, our lips connecting. When they touch, fireworks explode around us and I have to hold my body still in order to not shiver in response. Damn, he tastes and feels as good as he looks. His tongue questioningly slides along my bottom lip and I allow him in. Our tongues touch delicately and it takes everything in me not to moan in response. Instead, I settle deeper into his chest and his arms tighten around me instinctively. When he pulls away, I keep my eyes closed for a second longer. When they flutter open to meet his, we both smile largely in response.

“So much for keeping your hands to yourself.” I whisper to him.

“I said hands. I never made any promises about my lips.” He laughs, leaning down and capturing my lips again.

Thank God for that.

When we pull apart again, he gives my hand one last squeeze before walking down the stairs of the front porch. I watch him stride confidently to his Audi, pulling the door open and pausing, with his hands against the top of the car.

“I’ll see you soon.” He tells me with a small wave.

“Bye.” I call to him as I step into the house. Once inside, I turn and look out the window next to the door.

As I watch his Audi pull out of our driveway, I know instantly, without any doubt.

I’m falling for Kevin Fiala.

#letters in your last name au #kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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brielle-of-the-notions · 2 years

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@fairytalearista was talking about Felicia and the Potted Pinks and about Cinderella and now my Cinderella retelling of instead going to bring in elements from every fairytale that has a resemblance to Cinderella. I think this is a good thing.

#i already didn't have stepmother and sisters #instead there was a brother #and the girl is a little closer to a princess than a servant #i was unsure what to do with the shoe #still it was definitely Cinderella

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sussexnature · 2 years

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Garden Rose Catalogue

June 2022

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I think I’ve finally solved my quest to catalogue the roses here, including the ones with missing name tags.

These two near identical pink ones have caused me a lot of research, but on all the evidence I’ve settled for the first one being the Mary Rose variety

It’s a medium sized bush, with medium sized blooms that go through various shades of pink as the flowers age. It’s twiggy with small thorns, startrd to come in to bud in early June this year, just slightly before its sister. This bush carries more than one bloom per stem and from memory, has a long season of repeat flowering.

The adjacent bush, planted to its left, is a very similar size but slightly narrower, I’d call it upright and compact. On this one a stem holds just a single flower. The stems are very sturdy and the thorns large and vicious. The colours are near identical though in both bushes and open to a very similar shape (see below)

Mary Rose on the right hand side of these photos

I’ve decided that this rose is called Baroness Rothschild.

Another pink scrambling through the huge shrubs at the side of the garden is Rosa Canina, the common dogrose. You can read about it Here at Plantlife Org

Absolutely excellent for pollinators and wildlife

We have two other tall rose bushes just along from the Dog Rose and I thought they were ramblers, but it seems both are, in fact, very large shrubs

This white one is called Prosperity, but when the buds are new and tight it has a soft shell pink blush, which is really pretty. The new stems are a deep burgundy which tones nicely and the flowers have a lovely fragrance gained from its hybrid musk parentage.

We really need to improve the soil around these two large bushes, although I have been watering with a rose feed added. The Felicia rose is carrying lots of blooms already

I probably wouldn’t choose either of these varieties again, firstly as they both seem badly affected by rain and secondly because the stems are soft and weak for the weight of all the flowers , although, that said, growing them against a backdrops of conifer trees and larger shrubs, the effect is softer than a more structured plant would give and I am adding some natural supports where necessary.

Felicia is very highly scented, quite a delight to pick just one or two and let them perfume the whole room without overpowering it.

My big favourite, Susie, is still in last year’s pot. I need to move her on at the end of the season. She’s being fed though and looking good. She’s a very pretty and compact climber, great for small spaces and great value on the leaf, flower and fragrance scores.

In the front garden, against a fence we have two roses which straddle both back and front gardens. Both are very well known varieties

The large white Madame Alfred Carrière and the tiny and delicate rambler, Debutante as seen above and below with a sprig of Elderflower.

I have no decent photos as yet as I’ve neglected these two plants and need to give them an awful lot of TLC to get them back on track.

I have a couple more ‘also rans’ in pots and one transplanted rose by the two huge shrubs which is reduced to a single puny stem sprouting from an almost dead base. If I ever find out what they are, I’ll edit them in. The two in pots I think were originally house plants - one’s done incredibly well and is blooming and the other, like it’s shrub twin, is a sorry looking single twiggy bit.

Aaah well, as they say, where there’s life, there’s hope.

Who am I? Could I be Ruby Wishes?

#roses englishgarden flowers

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sussex-nature-lover · 2 years

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9 June 2022

Roses

Alternative small nature photo blog updated HERE

From the Garden

From what I read the roses in our E Sussex garden seem to be behind the rest of the country, but now they’re coming on.

I had an accident and cut down some dog rose branches that I really didn’t mean to attack, so, I put them around the new pond with the branches just dipping into the water. They’ve survived so far and blossomed beautifully.

They’re so delicate and pretty and have been attracting lots of insects, excellent for a wildlife pond, especially as there’s hardly any planting there as yet and we need to choose water friendly and dragon/damsel fly friendly foliage so they have somewhere to lay their eggs.

I’ve been writing this blog for over two years now and around this time I tend to wax lyrical about the Susie climbing rose which is a real favourite of mine. The leaves are sturdy, deep, glossy and attractively shaped and the blooms change from this deep reddish pink when in bud ...

to this glorious peachy pink full flower

as you can see, the transformation is quite dramatic.

Counting up we have eight or nine rose bushes and I’ve realised they’re all either creamy white or pink. They’re the only flowers in our garden that you can cut for the house. These two are large climbing bushes that we can see out of the side kitchen window and they both have the most beautiful fragrance. Sadly, like most here, the names are lost and if I want to criticise at all, the number of flower heads on thin stems lends for a rather droopy appearance. I intend to prune them hard at the end of summer, although I’m not sure that will make any difference.

A couple of small roses are in pots and one is much better than its twin

There is a named variety - Mme Alfred Carriere straddling the fence between the front and rear gardens - that’s gone a bit crazy because it had been swamped by some bamboo, which I’ve now given a very thorough thinning, and then in the flower bed opposite the kitchen door, two different, but very similar pink bushes

The one above is definitely lagging behind as I’ve already deadheaded a couple of spent blooms from this one. In these photos they look the same variety, but they’re not.

There’s a strong theme in my rose choices, repeat flowering, medium to strongly scented and what’s sometimes termed a ‘blowsy’ appearance - old fashioned and frilly, almost peony-like petals. It makes sense as I’d say peonies and roses are my favourite flowers. Selecting these photos made me think back too. My late mother in law’s favourite colour was pink. I’ve never been a fan really and there’s nothing pink in our house. I do have some pink clothes, but not many, and yet the colour theme in the garden is dominated by soft pinks. Apart from daffodils in spring, the colour palette is soft pastels and the only vibrant colour comes from the lawn, currently dominated by buttercups and bright jewel feathers.

If we had lots of garden ‘rooms’ I would like to have a contrasting theme, but the way it is, I think the pinks, lilacs, blues and creams are here to stay, at least in the beds...pots are another matter.

‘Hot’ spring shades in Sissinghurst’s Cottage Garden

Footnote:

The unknown white shrub rose is potentially Prosperity and the salmony pink one is definitely Felicia I remembered as soon as I saw it.

#roses English garden flowers

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cartoonwriter1blog · 6 years

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Favorite Fairytales

Sorry for the long absence but here is a AWESOME list for fairytales i and the gang like very much. Enjoy, also comment on what is your favorite ones.

1. Goldilocks & the Three Bears

2. Little Red Riding Hood

3. Jack and the Beanstalk

4. Beauty and the Beast

5. Puss in Boots

6. Cinderella

7. Aladdin and his wonderful Lamp

8. Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves

9. The Three Little Pigs

10. Sleeping Beauty

11. Rapunzel

12. Rumpelstiltskin

13. The Twelve Dancing Princesses

14. Prince Hyacinth and the dear little Princess

15. Bluebeard

16. The Terrible Head (The Story of Perseus)

17. Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

18. Hansel & Gretel

19. Felicia and the Pot of Pinks

20. The White Cat

21. Prince Darling

22. Snow-White and Rose-Red

23. The Brave Little Tailor

24. The Steadfast Tin-soldier

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adelphe · 5 years

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Felicia or The Pot of Pinks from In Powder and Crinoline

Kay Nielsen with an introduction by Keith Nicholson, 1975

#vintage #kay nielsen #in powder and crinoline #felicia or the pot of pinks #1913 #1910s #illustration #vintage illustration

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prof-peach · 4 years

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I saw the picture of your Bellossom garden, would you mind telling us more about them? I've always adored Bellossom

Sure!

This ones the newest. She got sent to us by a lovely trainer, and has moved in with the others, getting on really well with the general lot of them. We’ve had a look at her and can deduct that she’s got some Hoppip family traits in her, and by her third evolution has shown the noted puffy balls like Jumpluff instead of flowers. Seems to be quite evasive, a slight hover to her jumps, and loves open bright meadows the most.

Bellossom and a Shiftree variant, tough, usually acts like a guard to the others, a noble fighter, female, has some surprisingly good dark moves under her belt, must be her genetics. Likes shady dappled forests.

A ‘Felicia’ Daisy variant, delicate flowers, many petals, ranges from soft pinks, baby blues, to pastel purples. Enjoys the flower garden. Randomly evolved this way due to living on the edge of quite a windy cliff face, surprisingly durable. Smaller form than average.

Belossom and Ludicolo hybrid, runs our islands dance classes for Pokemon. A real doer. Sweet natured and enjoys chilling with her feet in the water, can be found at the docks greeting visiting trainers. Bigger than average belossom.

Comparatively tiny, needing little to no special care at all, the Buttercup Bellossom is dainty, somewhat fast yet resilient. Better in groups, feels safer. Loves sunny open fields, heaps of patience.

Oddish seeds grown coated in morelull spores resulted in this hybrid, she’s fabulously fussy, and a bit of a pot stirrer, likes to meddle in others business, knows all the secrets. Actually very caring but hates it being brought up. Prefers cool forest shade, deep woodland, and even some boggy conditions. Seems to have a good handle on poison based moves.

Vileplume and Bellossom hybrid, poison-grass type, can be sweet, can be mean. Bigger than an average belossom, likes boggy marsh like spaces, bright sunlight. Bred on the island.

A phantump and a Bellossom hybrid. Very VERY odd conditions need to be met to achieve this Pokemon’s creation, and the ethics are questionable if you do this purposefully. It was sheer coincidence this even happened, we found it wandering around in a state, brought it home, and have since seen it adjust to life with vigor. It was quite timid, even somewhat aggressive at times, but now is very proud, mellow, and quite level headed. She’s who folks go to for advice in the Bellossom pack.

The Queen. A Variant Roselia and a Bellossom hybrid, showy, way larger than average, commands the room, is actually very kind and patient, overseeing the greenhouse affairs with the aim of redusing fights, keeping peace over territory and food disputes, and generally making sure Pokemon are happy. If there’s issues beyond her control she brings this information to Peach, for further help on these extra tough situations. A lot of people try to buy her off me, unfortunately for them she’s happy, her life is full of purpose and she takes a lot of pride in her work, and loves her family.

The others in the image are either minor variants, pure breed Bellossom, or a shiny. Nothing out of the ordinary there save for a few extra petals or markings.

#pokemon #prof.peach #peach talks

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love bites | ksj

*written for the FWL luv library project*

⇥ pairing: kim seokjin x reader

⇥ genre: non-idol au, co-workers to lovers, smut, fluff

⇥ summary: you’re stuck working the evening shift on valentine’s day at bangtan bistro. as the city’s most expensive and exclusive restaurant, the bistro draws in couples both old and new with partners looking to propose or to impress. your tolerance for PDA and cringey lovebirds has never been lower. throw a flirty chef into the mix and you’re in for a bumpy ride that might just conclude with a happy ending.

⇥ word count: 5.4k

⇥ warnings: 18+, smut, cursing, bad puns from jin, numerous health-code violations (from fraternizing all up in that kitchen), oral (m + f receiving), protected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it, folks), workplace romance, threats of violence from yoongi

⇥ beta'd by the amazing @shadowsremedy (thank you, heath! could not have done this without you, your feedback, and your general support!)

“Will you marry me?”

I screech to a halt, completely astounded at the goddamned audacity of the man kneeling before me. Did he really just ask that? At a time like this?

I shift my weight from one foot to the other as I try not to outwardly show my disgust over the scene unfolding before my very eyes.

“Oh my god, Chad!” The date of this Chad finally launches herself from her seat and into his arms, “Yes!”

The restaurant breaks into applause. My forehead breaks into a sweat.

My left arm feels like it might snap at any moment under the weight of the tray of food that I’m meant to be serving this goddamn theatrical couple. The thought of quitting crosses my mind for the umpteenth time that evening.

A camera flash temporarily stuns me, and I feel a tiny twinge of satisfaction. My looming presence in that commemorative photo will hopefully be a reminder to let servers do their damn job before launching into a whole ordeal.

God, I must have been off my fucking rocker when I agreed to work the Valentine’s Day dinner shift. At least the tip money would be worth it.

Gritting my teeth, I flash my best fake smile and offer words of congratulations to the sniffling couple who finally reclaimed their seats.

“Enjoy your meal,” my mouth says with a smile.

“I wish I could sear you like that filet mignon you ordered, Chad,” my glare says with promise.

Thirty seconds later, I’m in full whisper-rant mode at the corner server station. My friend and fellow server Tabby half-listens as she punches in an order at the kiosk.

“And then this Chad in his fucking khaki suit flails to the ground to pop the question like he didn’t see me walking towards them with all seven entrees they ordered. So then I’m stuck hovering over their table with a giant-ass tray of food while they cry and hug and kiss until, finally, finally, they park it back in their seats so I can serve them.”

I groan, hitting my head against the wall, “What did I do in a past life to deserve this?”

“Kill someone, probably,” a voice pipes up from behind the station’s kitchen window, “Oh wait, you would do that in this life, too.”

Kim Seokjin, head chef of Bangtan Bistro and my partial employer, is leaning over the window’s counter, eyes full of mischief as he watches me.

“Oh, what’s this? Are you volunteering to be my very first victim?” I mirror his position leaning over the window’s counter and give him my best side-eye, “I’ll send you my application for victims on Google Docs.”

“Sounds kinky,” Seokjin grins, “Count me in. My Gmail username is Hugh Chefner. No capitals or spaces.”

“I despise you,” I say biting back a smile.

“You lo-o-ove me!” He sings, heading back into the depths of the hectic kitchen.

And, unfortunately, he’s right. Damn Kim Seokjin and his insane level of gorgeousness, charisma, and dramatics.

Against my better judgment, Seokjin has shimmied his chaotic self right into my well-guarded heart. Despite all of the prickliness my typical demeanor displays, I can’t help but melt under the warm gaze of such a handsome man.

Seokjin is the first person that has ever been able to pique my interest lately and keep it. Yes, it might have something to do with his extreme attractiveness; but, it more-so has everything to do with his genuine kindness and weird sense of humor.

Shit, I’ve gone soft. If we’re arguing Nature vs. Nurture here, this is totally Nurture’s fault.

Bangtan Bistro is co-owned by seven men - each as fine as the next. Being surrounded by good-looking and kind-hearted men day in and day out will definitely fuck with your brain, your body, and eventually even your fucking heart.

Kim Namjoon, a tall, dimpled sweetheart of a man, acts as general manager. Namjoon typically resides in the back office of the restaurant running numbers and going over other business ventures. He used to frequent the front of the restaurant to check on customers, but Jimin has since banned him from that activity after the infamous Spaghetti Incident of 2019.

Park Jimin, as the overseer of staff and servers, commands the restaurant floor with a crinkly-eyed smile and a ferocious temper. Fortunately for his direct subordinates (READ: me), his temper is most likely to be focused on rude customers and his messy business partners. Jimin honestly is the ideal boss because he has our backs and will never hesitate to help anyone out.

Late one Saturday evening, a man refused to leave the restaurant after being cut off from his bar tab. Jimin full-on squared up with him in defense of the poor server who had to break the news to the drunk patron. Luckily, the Bistro’s head of security, Jeon Jungkook, took over before Jimin actually popped off.

Jungkook, as the youngest partner, is shockingly tall and muscular. He definitely provides the intimidation needed for those types of escalating incidents. Despite his tough exterior, Jungkook is a complete softie.

I once caught Jungkook in the kitchen after close attempting to make cookies for a girl he had a crush on. I walked in to see Jungkook standing over a tray of the unidentifiable charred monstrosities and pouting in the most ridiculous way. Needless to say, I helped him bake a new batch with the oven not turned up to 500 degrees so that “they would cook faster”.

Min Yoongi had found the pair of us bickering and had just rolled his eyes and scooped a mouthful of raw cookie dough. As the head bartender, Yoongi is the absolute best at mixing drinks and the absolute worst at customer service. I swear the man gets far too much pleasure from getting people thrown out. He’s also notorious for watering down the drinks of customers he doesn’t like. He’s petty like that. I live for it.

Once, Jung Hoseok tried to take a picture of Yoongi for the restaurant’s website, and Yoongi threatened to shove a sharpened cocktail umbrella through Hoseok’s eye. I had never seen the Bistro’s head of marketing and resident sunshine flee so fast. Hoseok later ended up using an old picture of Yoongi in retaliation; rumor has it Yoongi is still plotting his revenge to this day.

Kim Taehyung often grumbles about how he’s going to be put out of a job since the restaurant naturally provides daily entertainment. As the head of entertainment and events, Taehyung helps to secure live music and special guests. He’s also the most handsome man I have ever seen - with the exception of one Kim Seokjin.

Seokjin, as head chef, is responsible for planning the seasonal menus, overseeing the kitchen staff, and preparing the more challenging dishes. He’s even taken it upon himself to be the resident comedian, which the other six partners vehemently and openly detest. Still, that backlash has not stopped him from naming each evening special with puns. His last Seokjin Special was called “Chicken Pot Bye Felicia”. It had resulted in Yoongi banning Seokjin from the restaurant for a full week. He still hasn’t dared to make another pun, but I can tell it will only be a matter of time.

Basically, Seokjin is an entirely goofy and beautiful mess of a human. Yet, I can’t stop myself from falling deeper and deeper into the trap that is loving someone outside of your league.

When I first arrived at the Bistro for my inaugural shift, I was greeted enthusiastically by Jimin, who I’d met previously in my interview. Jimin had introduced me to each of his partners - each as handsome as the last. Honestly, my eyes and nerves had been exhausted after meeting almost all of them. Then Jimin had ushered me into the kitchen.

“Hey, Jin-hyung!” Jimin had yelled over the cacophony of sizzling pans and murmured conversation. I had watched in awe as the hottest man I’ve ever seen entered my line of vision and stopped before me. Tall and broad-shouldered, he had a face that could inspire priceless works of art with full pink lips, high cheekbones, and devilish dark eyes.

“You summoned me, Jiminie?” The man had laughed in a slightly squeaky manner before he noticed my presence, “Ah, who might this be?”

I had cleared my throat in hopes that my voice wouldn’t crack under the sheer weight of this man’s attractiveness, “Hi, I’m (y/n). I’m starting today as a server.” and thrust my hand out with a shy smile.

He had blinked. Slowly, a smirk eased onto his face as he grabbed my hand. Instead of shaking it, he had brought it to his lips. “A pleasure. I’m Seokjin,” he had murmured, lips brushing against my knuckles. My cheeks had felt like they were on fire as Jimin screeched at Seokjin for harassing me.

“It’s her first day, Jin! Lay off the theatrics,” Jimin had turned to me, “Sorry about him, (y/n). He’s a desperate flirt.”

“Desperate? Me?” Seokjin gasped, “Worldwide Handsome does not do desperate.”

“Did you just refer to yourself as ‘Worldwide Handsome’?” I had gaped at his open arrogance.

Seokjin proudly had puffed up his chest, “Yes. What else could I possibly be called?”

“Well, definitely not Worldwide Humble,” My mouth had said before my brain caught up.

The room had seemed to pause before Jimin erupted in peals of laughter as Seokjin spluttered, “Yah, Jiminie, you can’t let her talk to me like that!”

Still laughing, Jimin had choked out, “(y/n), you officially have a job here until you die.”

Ever since that first encounter, Seokjin and I have established a working relationship based on banter or what Tabby refers to as ‘flirting’. I refuse to believe that ridiculous notion.

Tabby finally finishes entering her order into the kiosk and turns to me, “So, any hot plans for tonight?” Her eyebrows wiggle up and down suggestively.

“Does solo Netflix and chill count as hot plans?” I deadpan as I peer around the server station divider to covertly check on my tables. I lock eyes on Chad and his fiancé, who already seem to be arguing, and I make an executive decision to not go check how their meal is going.

“No!” Tabby’s whisper-yell commands my attention, “That definitely does not count, (y/n). Why didn’t you find someone on Tinder? I even made you that bomb-ass profile.”

I pointedly look everywhere but at her.

“You deleted the app, didn’t you,” she glares at me, arms folded, “I slaved over that profile! There were only so many tasteful cleavage shots of my best friend that I could stomach in one sitting!”

“What the fuck, Tabby! Since when do I have any—”

“Tasteful cleavage shots?” Seokjin’s elated voice practically shouts from the kitchen, “Let me at ‘em.”

His hands launch towards us through the kitchen window and make grabbing motions.

“Seokjin,” I tsk mockingly, “Are you trying to grab my tits again?”

“Again?” Tabby cries, whirling on Seokjin, who looks at us in horror.

“I wasn’t! I swear! I just wanted to see the pictures! I didn’t want to grab your boobs…” He trails off, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like ‘not any more than usual, anyway’.

“Seokjin-hyung! (y/n)!” Jimin blazes into the service station, “I’ve had it up to here with your bickering. You’re both on closing duties tonight - alone.”

“What?” I exclaim as Tabby slinks away. Traitor. “We’re just joking with each other! Right, Seokjin?”

Jimin’s gaze swings from me to Seokjin, who is suddenly suspiciously calm. My eyes narrow. A silent conversation is definitely happening without my participation.

Finally, Seokjin just shrugs with a grin, “Sounds fair to me, Jiminie! (y/n) and I will work hard all night if we have to.”

“Fair?” I choke, “All night?”

Jimin, following Tabby’s lead, scurries away as my attention is diverted by Seokjin’s idiocy. “Scared to be alone with me, (y/n)?” Seokjin’s lips break into a sly smile, “Don’t worry, I don’t bite… much.”

With that parting remark, Seokjin winks at me and disappears back into the kitchen.

“Fuck me,” I breathe out. How would I survive this?

Five hours later, the last patron has been ushered out of the restaurant with the staff right on their heels. I curse as Yoongi waltzes out the door, fanning himself with a crisp fifty-dollar bill and winking obnoxiously. “Have fun!” He cackles, locking the restaurant doors behind him.

“No, please don’t offer to stay and help,” I grumble, sweeping stray pieces of lettuce out from under a table, “I am more than happy to stay here until the ass-crack of dawn with the biggest idiot on the face of the earth.”

“The biggest, huh?” The voice chuckles right in my ear, “How did you know?”

“Goddamnit, Seokjin!” I slap a hand to my heart, “Don’t sneak up on me like that, you oaf!”

Whirling to face him, I stutter to a halt. He’s taken off his heavy chef’s coat and is now left in a tight black t-shirt that clings to his body in a manner that has to be illegal.

I swallow hard, and for a split second, I swear Seokjin’s gaze latches onto my throat.

“Is it hot in here?” I mutter distractedly, tugging at the collar of my stiff white button-down.

“Yes,” Seokjin practically purrs, “It’s scorching.”

Choosing not to acknowledge him, I spin on my heels, grabbing the full dustpan of debris I collected and head towards the back of the restaurant.

Emptying the dustpan in the trash, I walk over to the supply closet to return the broom. The restaurant floor is finished. Now, I just had to see how much of the kitchen Seokjin actually cleaned.

Pushing through the swinging doors of the kitchen, I screech to a halt as I’m faced with a complete and utter miracle.

“What in tarnation?” I gasp, taking in the pristine kitchen full of glistening stainless steel and sparkling countertops. “Kim Seokjin!” I yell, “You damn wizard! How the fuck did you clean everything this fast?”

“You could say I was motivated,” his reply sounds entirely too close. I spin to face him and gape as I notice the bouquet of red roses that he’s holding out to me.

Taking in my speechless appearance, Seokjin smiles smugly and opens his mouth to continue.

I cut him off, “Tell me those aren’t the roses from the fucking table centerpieces... I threw those in the trash, Seokjin!”

His ears turn an alarming shade of magenta, “Yah, just accept the gesture, (y/n)! This is peak romance, you know!”

“They are covered in filth, dude!” I squint, peering closer, “Is that a piece of spaghetti in there?”

Seokjin yeets the makeshift bouquet back into the garbage, “Why can’t you just appreciate my efforts?” He pouts excessively, “Don’t you like me?”

Red alert. Red alert, my mind whirs.

“Sure,” I let out a nervous laugh, “We’re friends. Of course, I like you.”

He steps towards me, “Sure, we’re friends, (y/n), but friends don’t usually want to fuck each other.”

That bitch said what now?

“Did you inhale too much Clorox?” I panic, “Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?” Thrusting three fingers in front of Seokjin’s amused face, I widen my eyes as he suddenly grabs my hand.

“Baby,” he says lowly, sending a delicious shiver down my spine, “If you keep being so adorable, I may just have to keep you.”

Well, shit, okay. “Say less,” I breathe and then immediately slam my mouth shut.

I receive a classic Seokjin grin in return for my idiocy, and my knees shake. Honestly, who the fuck allowed him to be that devastating?

Slowly, his grin slips away, and his eyes ignite with raw desire, “Tell me what you want from me, (y/n).”

My mind short circuits, automatically reverting to my default mode of sass, “Uh, peace and quiet?”

“Really?” Seokjin murmurs, stepping even closer still, “So you don’t want me to kiss you? You don’t want me to turn you over and fuck you until you scream?”

My breathing is ragged. His eyes burn with a hunger I had never seen before, and I’m crumbling.

“Answer me,” Jin demands, desperation seeped in each word, “Please.”

“Seokjin—” I gasp, dumbfounded, “Where the hell is this coming from? We’re coworkers! You’re my boss!”

His eyes flashed darkly as he moved his head closer to mine, “That’s all irrelevant, baby.”

“Irrelevant—!” I stab a finger into his firm chest, “Oh, you little shit, you can’t just say that you want to fuck me and then say that our working relationship is irrelevant! I could get fired. You could get fired!”

“That’s highly unlikely given the fact that everyone else knows my plans to ask you out right now.”

“Hold on a second,” I narrow my eyes, “Are you saying that you purposefully planned for us to stay late tonight to clean the entire goddamn restaurant just so you could ask me out? Are you fucking insane?”

“I prefer the term ‘quirky’,” he quips, “But, yeah, I may have paid everyone $50 to leave us alone for the night.”

“Well, that explains Yoongi… that shady motherfucker,” I internally make note to plot my vengeance. “Why couldn’t you have just slid in my DMs like a normal person, Seokjin?” I groan, “I would have responded to a ‘you up’ with a ‘yes, come over’.”

Seokjin whips out his cell phone. “Does this apply to right now?” he asks, typing furiously.

My phone dings with several Instagram notifications.

hughchefner: u up

hughchefner: wyd

hughchefner: date me?

(y/n): bet

Seokjin’s eyes shoot up to mine after he reads my response, “Really? You agreed to date me by saying ‘bet’ in an Instagram DM?”

“Yup,” I shrug, “No take-backs. Also, to answer your previous questions: Yes, I do want you to kiss me with your insufferable mouth, and, yes, I do want to sit on your dick. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Say less,” Seokjin echoes my earlier statement and captures my mouth with his. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back with equal fervor.

“(Y/n),” he groans right as my tongue swipes teasingly against his lower lip.

His hands slid down my body, pausing only to squeeze my waist gently before settling firmly on my ass. His fingers dig in hard and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

“You like that, baby? You like when I’m rough?” Seokjin pulls his lips off mine and murmurs sinfully, “God, I want to devour you.”

I lift my chin up and challenge, “Do it, you won’t.”

His eyes flare, “Oh, babygirl, you were made for me.” Seokjin’s lips return to mine, moving at a slow but ravenous pace.

Still kissing me, he picks me up and places me on one of the kitchen’s stainless steel counters. His hands grab my thighs, tugging them apart to make room for him to stand between them. A harsh groan rises from the depths of his chest as our bodies align.

I hook one leg around his waist and tug him closer still. Pulling my lips away, I lean my head back as I slowly trace his muscles through his shirt. He watches me with his puffy lips parted, his breathing hard. His eyes are wild and I’m loving every second of it.

The room suddenly feels too hot. My hands dart up to shakily begin undoing the buttons of my shirt. Seokjin’s eyes follow my movements with fascination. “Let me,” he purrs and proceeds to rip my shirt from my body. Buttons scatter on the floor with sorrowful little bounces.

“You bitch,” I yank his hair, “That was my good work shirt.”

“I’ll buy you ten more,” Seokjin’s voice is rough and full of desire as he takes in my lacy white bra. Suddenly, his mouth descends to suck at my nipple through the thin lace.

“Damn, you are so fucking sexy,” he pulls his mouth away, “Can I take this off?”

I nod like a bobblehead in 60mph winds, reaching around my back with one hand to undo the clasp and then throwing my bra clear across the kitchen. It lands on top of one of the fridges and I shrug. I’d retrieve it later.

Seokjin tugs off his own shirt, revealing planes of tanned skin. I don’t hesitate to run my hands up and down the definition of his abs and watch in fascination as his muscles constrict under my touch. I run my hands lower, tracing his defined v-line.

No wonder they call it the Adonis belt, I muse, pondering if he’d let me lick it.

Huffing in impatience at my slow exploration, Seokjin returns his mouth to my nipple and sucks hard. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head. He bites down gently and then blows on my nipple slowly. I moan at the sensation. I watch him through unfocused eyes as his hand slides down the front of my body. He reaches the button of my pants and pauses.

Seokjin pulls his mouth away from my nipple, his lips swollen and pink. “You have to say yes, baby.” His breath hits my ear, making me shiver.

I hold out my hand for a high-five and declare, “We stan a man who asks for clear consent.” Chuckling, Seokjin slaps my offered hand and then links his fingers with mine.

“Also,” I continue, looking into his eyes, “It’s a fuck yes.” I pull our linked fingers close to place a kiss on his knuckles.

“Cute,” he grins, “Now, can I take off your pants?”

“Take off yours first,” I order.

“So eager,” he laughs, making quick work of his black jeans. My mouth instantly waters at the sight of his hard cock straining to be released from the confines of his bright red Versace boxer briefs.

“Why am I not surprised that even your underwear is extra?” I mumble, flicking the button of my pants open.

Laughing, Seokjin takes over, tugging my pants down my legs. He then pushes my matching white lace panties aside and cups my pussy, applying pressure. I roll my hips into his hand.

His fingers trace lightly up and down my pussy, before one dips inside me. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groans.

“Always,” I breathe out. Suddenly, he pulls his hand away from me. I pout. Seokjin laughs at my expression and then licks his finger.

“Jesus fuck, (y/n), you taste so sweet. Let me eat you out,” he pleads.

I smirk, saying, “I thought you’d never ask,” and then gasp as he kneels before me, grabbing my hips. Seokjin moves to tear my underwear off, and I’m quick to place my foot on his forehead to stop his approach. “I swear to god, Seokjin, if you rip these, I will get Namjoon to permanently ban Seokjin Specials.”

“You’re evil,” he grins, “I love it.” He makes a show of slowly taking my panties off before throwing them carelessly behind him. He then yanks the same leg I had used to thwart his panty-tearing plans and throws it over his shoulder before returning his fingers to my pussy. Seokjin’s thumb circles my clit while two of his fingers thrust into me at a maddening rate.

My fingers grip his hair when I finally feel his tongue licking up the juices that have started to run down my thighs.

After sucking what will probably become a massive hickey onto my left inner thigh, his tongue licks a path straight up my folds until it circles around my clit maddeningly. “Goddamnit, Seokjin, stop teasing,” my voice cracks in desperation, but my plea works. His tongue flicks at my clit lightly before his lips close over it and suck.

“Fuck,” I moan, “I think I like you eating me out more than I like eating your cooking.”

He pulls back to briefly land a light swat on my pussy and I choke on air as painful pleasure shoots through me. “Take that back,” he growls, “My cooking is second only to my handsome face.”

“God, I fucking hate you,” I drawl. The emphasis in my words portrays the exact opposite.

Seokjin sends me a shit-eating grin before his tongue returns to lick at my swollen clit, up and down, and then in a slow circle. His fingers brush open my folds just enough for him to sink his tongue into me. “O-oh,” I throw my head back, one hand moving up to pinch one of my nipples while the other latches back into Seokjin’s hair.

“I’m s-so close, baby,” my words slur as I shamelessly beg, “Don’t stop.”

He immediately pulls away.

“Oh, fuck you,” I seethe. I yank his head back by his hair until his neck is stretched in a long line. His hair is a mess, and I’ve never seen anything hotter.

“I just want to feel you come when I’m inside you, baby,” he smiles, my wetness glistening on his lips.

“Fine,” I shimmy off of the counter onto shaky legs, “Two can play at that game.”

“What?” Seokjin’s brows furrow in confusion.

It’s my turn to drop to my knees. “Oh, shit,” he curses as I tug his boxers down to reveal his hard cock. It’s silky and gorgeous, and I can’t stop staring at it. Seokjin, of course, notices. “You like my cock, babygirl? Take it. It’s yours.”

It already was, I think, as my gaze darts up to meet his.

Without breaking eye contact, I lick his reddened tip, almost moaning at his taste. “Fuck, babygirl,” Seokjin throws his head back. I smile wickedly. I could definitely get addicted to ruining this beautiful boy. “Look at me,” I command, feeling so powerful when he immediately listens.

Slowly, I suck down on his length, hollowing out my cheeks. My eyes stay on his as he groans, and I can tell he’s straining to keep from thrusting into my mouth.

“Please, baby, fuck—!” He moans as I swallow around him and then release him from my mouth with a pop. My hand darts up to grip him tightly, pumping him. Moving slowly, I suck one of his balls into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it gently. Seokjin chokes, “Fuck me.”

“We’ll get there, baby,” I tug my mouth away and grin up at him.

I suck him as far down as I can. His control snaps and he begins to thrust wildly into my mouth, panting.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” his eyes scrunch up as he chants, “I’m gonna come.”

I release him ruthlessly.

“Goddamnit,” he cries, “I knew that was coming, but it still hurts.”

“Well,” I wiggle my eyebrows at him, “If only you had a pretty little pussy ready for you to fuck… Oh, wait.”

Seokjin chuckles, “I see I wasn’t able to fuck some of the sass out of that mouth. We might have to try that again later.”

“Gladly,” I grin back at him, “You have a condom?”

Seokjin picks up his discarded jeans from the floor and digs around in the back pockets. “Aha!” He yells, hoisting up the glimmering gold foil in triumph.

I roll my eyes before snatching the condom from the idiot. Tearing the foil packaging open with my teeth, I grab Seokjin’s length and pump him a few times in preparation.

“Stop being a tease,” he mumbles, thrusting shallowly into my hand.

“Stop being so hot,” I challenge, leaning down to lick his pre-cum dripping from the reddened tip of his cock.

“Impossible,” Seokjin smirks before tugging me back up to face him.

He drops his lips to mine and sucks on my bottom lip. Pulling away slightly, he tugs at it in a stinging bite. Withdrawing his mouth from mine, he spins me around and bends me over the counter.

I feel the head of his cock running teasingly over the folds of my pussy and I gasp, “Please, baby, I need you inside me.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He thrusts into me in one sharp movement. We both gasp as he fills me, gliding in and out.

“Harder,” I moan.

“Fuck,” he mutters, “I’m trying to last over here.”

“Why? We have all night,” I pout before an idea pops into my head, and I taunt, “Wait, are you telling me you’re a one and done type of old man?”

“Oh, you’re going to regret that,” Seokjin mutters darkly.

His hard cock fills and stretches me, pleasure emanating within me from every sharp thrust of his hips.

“Your pussy is mine,” he growls, “I’ll fuck you from against the wall after this. I’ll fuck you until you can’t sass me anymore. And I’ll fuck you all night, baby, and every night after that.”

I clench around him as his dirty words wash over me. “Those are all great ideas in theory,” I gasp out, “But I really want to ride you first.”

“Oh, babygirl wants to fuck herself on my cock?” Seokjin slaps my ass before pulling out, “Well, come on.”

I stand upright and turn to see him walking towards the large island in the middle of the room. He hops onto it and lays down, placing one arm behind his head, and the other one slowly strokes his cock.

“You better get that hand off your cock before I decide to never let you into my pussy again,” I say darkly as I move towards him.

His hand flies off his dick at the speed of light, his eyes wide as they focus on me.

When I get close enough, I climb up onto the island and kneel with one leg on each side of his tapered waist. I slowly sink down so that just his tip is inside me and squeeze.

A garbled moan escapes Seokjin, his hands shooting out to grab my waist in an attempt to push me down further.

“Someone’s eager,” I whisper, bending down to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“I’ve been fucking eager since you were hired.” He smacks my ass and then groans as I reflexively sink down another inch.

“Yeah?” I question, sinking down another inch as his eyes squeeze shut, “You should have said something sooner, baby. I could have been riding you hard for months.”

Seokjin pouts, “Well, there’s no time like the present?”

“God, you’re such a dweeb,” I grin before taking him to the hilt. We both let out strangled breaths as I shift slightly, before placing a hand on his neck.

Keeping my hand there, I lift up and begin riding him hard. My body slides up and down onto his cock at a fast pace. Sweat drips down my back. Seokjin grabs my ass, his fingers gripping my skin, and pounds up into my pussy with brutal and possessive force.

“O-oh, fuck.” There’s something about riding Seokjin that just feels so good. My hips swivel and roll against his. The pleasure steadily builds, and I try to distract myself by biting down on Seokjin’s neck.

“I’m gonna come,” he moans, “Are you close?”

I pull away from his neck and sit up, arching my back to give him a deeper angle. He thrusts up into my g-spot and I gasp, “Shit, yes, I’m close. Come with me, baby.”

I clench my walls around him. Seokjin’s eyes are scrunched shut as he continues to pound into me with harsh strokes.

He shifts one hand from my ass to gently circle my aching clit, and I light up. My walls clench and pulse, locking down on Seokjin so tight that he comes, his hot seed filling the condom as he shudders.

I collapse against him and shove my face into his sweaty neck.

I can feel his laugh bubbling up from his chest before I hear it. “What’s so funny?” I ask, lips brushing his skin.

“Namjoon’s going to kill us for the number of health code violations we just committed,” his laughter causes his cock to shift within me, and I bite back a moan.

“Well,” I lift my face up from his neck to look at him, “We have nothing to lose at this point then, huh?”

I slowly lick my lips, and his eyes drop to them. The only noise left in the restaurant is our heavy breathing. “Round two in Namjoon’s office?” he suggests.

“Bet.”

a/n: this was so fun to write :) hope you all enjoyed it! happy valentine’s day!

#fwlproject #luvlibrary #bangtanhq #bangtanarmynet #btsbookclub #btswriterscollective #btswritingcafe #hyunglinenetwork #ksj #ksj x reader #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #bts #bts smut

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princess-ibri · 1 year

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Fairy Godmother Backstory for the og Fairy Godmother!

Real name is Joy

She's another half fairy, like the Three Good Fairies, but one who's much younger then them, and who didn't come into her powers till later

She was raised by her human father for several years in a simple cottage in the woods, along with a human half brother, who often tormented her for her strangeness, such as her snow-white hair and forgetfulness

She began to manifest her powers after her father died, leaving her under the power of her cruel brother

She kept her powers secret and used them to help herself survive under her brother's cruelty, until one night she couldn't take it any more and ran into the depths of the woods, unleashing her power in burst of grief

This called her fairy relatives to her, and they took her into the Fairy Court, helping her to grow her powers

Her experiences living as a human and experiencing the cruel conditions of being under the thumb of someone who should have cared for you made her want to help those in similar situations

So she becomes a force for Hope, wandering the world searching for the deserving and showing up at the moment her charges face the end of their hopes and dreams and awakening them once more.

#my art #fairy godmother #disney #Cinderella #Godmother Backstory #(based her story very loosly off Felicia and the Pot of Pinks fairytale)#DisneyVerse

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 4 years

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Vivienne looking at MC’s childhood photos for the first time and sharing a few of her own childhood memories with her. Fluff. Either HC or fic. 👧🏽❤️👧🏻

MC’s bedroom was simple and plain; the walls were cream white, and the door brown. It wasn’t as personalised as how you’d expect someone’s room to be, not pink and red like Vivienne’s room, or blue and gold like Nikolai’s, it was average, but it was home.

It wasn’t huge, but big enough to put everything MC wanted in there. A king single bed sat at the corner of the room, it’s bedhead surrounded by too many plushies. There was a desk beside it with a swivel chair that was stolen from her dad’s workplace. It looked incredibly out of place compared to the rest of the room, but then again, kids didn’t care whether a room fit an aesthetic, and older MC certainly didn’t bother enough to change anything. The chair was comfy and big, and that was all MC needed. Books and pieces of paper lined the walls in a built in shelf opposite the bed, and if you looked closely you could see some of MC’s primary school artworks peeking out in between books.

On another wall there was a mounted shelf with trophies and picture frames neatly decorating it. There were certificates, pictures of MC and her family, artworks and a few prize ribbons hanging from the shelf, weighted in place by other trophies.

“Welcome to mi castillo!” MC gestured to her room.

She let go of Vivienne’s hand so Vivienne could wander around, and rummaged through a box underneath her desk while Vivienne checked the room out.

The room was messy, but that only proved how much it was lived in. Everywhere you turned, it was as if you could watch MC growing up. From the plushies on the bedhead to the potted cactuses beside the window.

Vivienne looked at MC’s trophies, most of them were of colouring contests, and of course only first place trophies had a spot on the shelf. There were a few participation ribbons to sporting events, probably ones held by MC’s school that she was forced to join. There was a picture of young MC, smiling so bright you couldn’t even see her eyes, and in her hands were a certificate.

Vivienne smiled at the picture.

Who knew this simple a Cuban girl would grow up to be one of the world’s most renowned thieves?

“Vivienne!” MC called out. She was sitting on the floor with a box of full of stuff beside her, and lightly pat the space beside her for Vivienne to sit.

Vivienne sat, and MC scooted into Vivienne’s lap before pulling a photo album out from the box.

The album opened with a crisp sound, the plastic cases stuck together and some of the photos yellow.

“What’s this?” Vivienne asked.

“Me!” MC chirped and pointed to a picture.

MC looked like she was just starting primary school in the picture, her school uniform oversized and her long brunette hair tied in a braid. She smiled with both rows of teeth visible and stood beside her trolley backpack, ready to take on the world.

“I was so chubby!” MC shifted closer to Vivienne, giving her a better view of the picture. “And also, I was pretty sure I had the coolest backpack in school. Look, there were dinosaurs on them!”

MC shoved the album in Vivienne’s face. “Dinosaurs!”

Before Vivienne could react, MC had already flipped to another page. This time it looked like a class picture. MC’s caramel skin stood out compared to the other students, but she looked happy to be there.

MC pointed at a black haired girl who sat in the front row beside the teacher. “Her name’s Felicia. She used to be my best friend but after grade six we kinda drifted apart. I still talk to her sometimes, but ever since I, well, become a wanted thief, my social life hasn’t been thriving.”

MC went on about her friends in school, and what happened to them. She talked about one of her most tense colouring competitions, when her pencil lead went blunt and she didn’t have a sharpener. She talked about her school excursions and how her parents accompanied her on her first one because they were too worried. She talked about her friendship problems when she was young, and how she wanted to apologise to some of her friends for making the decisions she made. She talked about everything, and Vivienne listened. And she listened. And she listened. And she listened.

At this point, MC had already closed the photo album and was sitting sideways in Vivienne’s lap. She flailed her arms around, seemingly more indulged in her own story than Vivienne. Vivienne placed a chaste kiss on her shoulder, which caught MC’s attention.

“Baby?” MC asked, turning to look at Vivienne. And then she gasped. “How long have I been talking?”

“Not long enough, mon chéri.” Vivienne gave MC a quick peck on the cheek to reassure her.

MC turned and leaned in to give Vivienne a kiss. She placed a hand on Vivienne’s neck and stroked Vivienne’s cheek with her thumb, earning a soft sigh from Vivienne. Vivienne shifted MC closer towards her and hugged her by the waist, deepening their kiss.

MC pulled away before giving Vivienne another tiny kiss. “Thanks for listening. Also, this part of the story is crucial to my character development!”

Vivienne laughed.

And MC continued on with her story.

And Vivienne continued listening.

Vivienne couldn’t help but smile, not because she now knew more about MC, but because MC let her know more about her.

MC knew opening up was hard for Vivienne. Her past relationships failed all because Vivienne tried to open up, and MC didn’t want her to feel like she had to hide herself ever again. So, she opened up first. She wanted to let Vivienne know that she felt comfortable with her, and that Vivienne could feel that way with her as well.

MC felt safe in Vivienne’s arms, and there wasn’t a second thought at all while she told Vivienne her stories. There wasn’t anymore second guessing, no more being afraid that Vivienne would run away, or maybe that she would run away. She knew what they had was real, and she knew Vivienne was in it for the long run.

Every now and then, Vivienne would pepper soft kisses over MC’s hands and neck, reminding her that she was still listening, and that she was happy to do so.

Who knew this world renowned thief would grow up to fall so madly in love with this simple Cuban girl?Written by @wonder-falcon

#Anonymous #lovestruck #women of lovestruck #lovestruck headcanons #vivienne tang #vivienne x mc #queen of thieves vivienne #qot vivienne #queen of thieves #fluff #miscellaneous monday

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averythesmolbutmighty · 3 years

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I found my old "Big Blue Book of Fairy Tales" while cleaning up my room and I forgot how cool it is. Seriously, even as an adult it's still as cool to me as it was when I was a kid. The big water color and pencil illustrations, the stories; dude it's so nice. It has stories like Puss in boots, Felicia and the Potted Pinks, The Princess on the Glass Hill/ Cinderlad, Why the Sea has Salt and a few others. Besides Puss in Boots I don't think I've ever seen any media associated with them outside of my book.

My top 2 favorite stories are:

Felicia and the Potted Pinks: Farm girl finds out she's a princess and breaks a curse placed on the Fairy Queen's son that turned him into pink flowers. They live happily ever after. I promise the actual story is way more exciting than the very basic summary I've given.

Princess on the Glass Hill/ Cinderlad: Farm boy (Cinderlad) is tasked with watching and protecting a field on the eve of a Solstice from a magic beasty who eats all the crops. Turns out it's a horse that's fully outfitted with jousting gear and a matching set of armor. Cinderlad befriends it and leads it to a safe place to stay. The cycle repeats for another two years just in time for the King to decree that there's going to be a tournament to decide who gets the princess' hand. Whoever can get to the top of the glass hill where the princess will be waiting to give the knight three golden apples. If a knight gets all of them, they get to marry the princess and half the kingdom. Cinderlad uses the three horses he befriended and the different suits of armor to disguise himself and compete in the tournament. He was able to get all three of the golden apples over the course of three days. After the third day, the king made every citizen of the kingdom come to the castle to find the knight who had managed to get all three golden apples. Cinderlad then revealed himself to be the knight and got to marry the princess.

Seriously, I highly recommend finding the actual stories and reading them.

#fairy tales

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nanigma · 5 years

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Leon Fanbook Translation: Leon Corp Presents + Cooking Showdown

Link to the Takumi Fanbook

Introduction

Profile

Famous Lines

Relationships

Leon&Kamui + Words of Love

So here we are again. Sorry it took a bit longer than planned. Despite my internship ending almost two weeks ago, I’ve had a rather busy time of it still. First there is getting back into studying Latin, which is quite a challenge. Then I had to prep for my first ever museum tour (as tour guide). Thirdly, and most importantly imo, I am still looking for another part time job. I hope this changes soon, since the search adds incredible amounts of anxiety to my daily existence.

Also this “chapter” was very hard to translate. The recipe part I mean. I have never translated Japanese recipes before, so all the terms were entirely new for me. But anyway let’s get this show on the road:

Before we continue, here is the same note as usual: As I am still without a real income, I would very much appreciate it if you could throw me a couple bucks via my ko-fi account. It doesn’t have to be a lot, just what you think my translations are worth really. My financial situation is currently stressing me out a great deal and it has affected work on this project for which I am sorry, but I sadly can’t do much more than I already am..

My comments in italics

I am using the Japanese names

Page 26-27

Page 26

Leon Corp Presents

Team Leon presents 1) Leon's daily routine

The two people who spent the most time at Leon's side present his daily routine. We get a peek at his daily life accompanied by the opinions and biases his retainers' point of view brings with it.

A close-up of the elegant lifestyle (?) worthy of the younger prince of Nohr!!

Mornings

Waking up

Odin: “Past dawn, while being showered in the light of the high-standing sun, Lord Leon makes his sparkling appearance. He looks as if he has descended from the heavens! Except... his collar is inside-out.”

But there is no sun in Nohr, Odin. What are we even supposed to believe?!

Breakfast

Zero: “The sight of him putting a small tomato between his full lips is so suggestive. So tantalizing...”

Noon

Reading in his room

Odin: “It must be said that my amazing Lord is a wise sage of darkness, or rather „A Dark Wiseman“!“

Lunch

Zero: “His glossy lips after drinking soup are so captivitating. So tantalizing...“

Sending his retainers on patrol

Odin: “Me and Zero leave for patrol at this time. It is a great honour. However, I yearn for missions that make my blood boil and my heart jump...“

Evening

Dinner

Zero: “The sight of the meat juice dripping from his pink lips is so sensual. So tantalizing...”

Magic Training

Odin: “In order to release the full extent of his power, he trains shrouded in the deepest darkness of night. As is expected of the intelligent and self-possessed person I call my prince!“

Going to Bed

Zero: “He spends his time passionately reading in bed until very late. Tomorrow as well, I will devote my life to him.”

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Team Leon cooking showdown

Which of the dishes his retainers came up with will Leon prefer..? Using his favourite ingredients, the two gave it some serious thought.

Recipe + Cooking Process: Yuri Sato

Disclaimer: I am not 100% sure about the accuracy of all the terms I translated here. So if you plan on cooking any of these dishes, please be careful! And if you burn your house down or get food poising, please don’t sue me. You won’t get any money out of me anyways... (I take no responsibily...)

Zero's Cooking (Assistant: Felicia)

Sauteed salmon with spicy tomato sauce

Zero: To make something worthy of a retainer to Lord Leon, I simply have to use at least one or two of his favourite ingredients. I shall tighlty seize his belly..

Ingredients:

2 slices of Salmon filet 180g of canned tomatoes (pre-cut) One half each of a red and a yellow paprika 2 garlic cloves Pure Olive Oil 30cc 1 teaspoon of chili flakes A proper amount of salt and pepper A proper amount of dill

1. Cut the paprika mouth-wide (?)

2. Spread oil in a frying pan. Keep it on a medium flame until it’s time to add the garlic

3. Then add the chili flakes and paprika before lightly frying them, adjust the taste to your liking with salt and pepper.

4. Add the canned tomatoes and let everything simmer for a while.

5. Season the salmon with salt and pepper

6. Spread oil in another frying pan and fry the salmon on both sides.

7. Set the salmon on a plate, add the sauce and place a dill leave as decoration in order to complete the dish

*Take care not to add too many chili flakes. Also, having the salmon heated for too long will make it grow bitter, so caution is advised.

Ugh.. I have no idea why the image shows up so small

Odin's Cooking (Assistant: Joker)

Tomato Stew

Odin: “Please feast on my masterwork as soon as you can! The sacred blood which burns crimson hot like lava, „Tomato Stew“!”

Ingredients:

1 garlic clove 1 table spoon of pure olive oil ¼ of an onion About 1 potato 1 piece of chicken leg 300 ml water 250g of canned tomatoes 1 ½ table spoons of consommé granule A proper amount of salt and pepper Powdered cheese Parsley

1. Cut the onion into pieces about 5mm wide, then spread about one table spoon each across the potato and chicken leg (?)

2. Heat the olive oil in a pot, then add the thinly sliced garlic and let it simmer on medium heat until it releases it's aroma.

3. Add the chicken and potato. Once the chicken has been added, season it and the potatoes to your liking before frying them.

4. Once finished, add the water and consommé granule, then make it boil.

5. Add the tomatoes before letting everything cook on low heat for about 10-15 min. (the potatoes should be done once you can puncture them easily)

6. Adjust the flavour through seasoning

7. Serve in a bowl and add the cheese and parsley as a finishing touch.

*If you like, you can also add about 100ml of fresh cream when seasoning to give it a creamier texture.

Leon: “Since both recipes include tomatos, the dishes couldn't be anything but delicious. It is... difficult to determine the winner. I wonder if I can just call it a draw?”

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Leon should check his priorities..

I have no idea when the next update will be. I’ll try putting in some work whenever I have a little time to spend. It should be a bit faster, since I don’t have to deal with all that unfamiliar cooking terminology, but I can’t make any promises.

Until next time.~

#nanigma translates #fire emblem fates #fe14 #leo #leon #leon fire emblem #fanbook #odin #niles #zero

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