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little-emerald-snake · 8 months ago

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Fishnets - Garreth Weasley X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: fishnet kink, thigh fucking, lots of lube

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Garreth’s jaw had nearly dropped when he’d looked up from his book to see the young woman walk into his shop wearing a tight black skirt over black fishnets that wrapped around her legs like beautiful silky spider webs.

He’d tried his best to keep his attention trained on the book in his hand but he found his attention much more drawn to her luscious legs instead. Watching her delicately move from place to place in the shop and examine different potions or different ingredients.

His heart raced when he saw those legs coming his way, eyes trailing up her body till he met her soft kind eyes. He greeted her with a nod and a small hello as she placed three different bottles beside his register. “I was wondering what the differences in viscosity were between these three lubrication potions?”

Garreth’s green eyes flitted down to the three different lubrication potions on his desk and his stomach did a small flip flop as his cheeks reddened. “Ah, yes. I have some samples so you can feel which is to your liking. One moment...”

She smiled as he disappeared behind a curtain, clutching his chest to regain his composure some before grabbing the samples of the three potions she was inquiring about and moving back up front. “All right, place your two fingers out like this, that’s right. And I’ll let you feel each one.”

She did as he asked, placing two fingers out with her palm up as he used the dropper and put a small drop on those fingers with a polite smile. She used her thumb to rub the silky smooth solution around and feel the slickness of it between her fingers. “A little smoother than I’d like I think.”

He nodded, taking a rag in one hand and her wrist in the other and using the rag to wipe her delicate fingers clean. Satisfied with his job he instructed her to hold out her hand again and he used the next vial and dropped a small drop onto her fingers.

She rolled her fingers together and let out a small hum of satisfaction, pleased with the thicker consistency that seemed to hold the smooth glide she was seeking. “That’s lovely. I’d still like to try the last one if you don’t mind.”

Utterly captivated by her, he nodded, cleaning her fingers again while chancing a glance over the desk at the black netting wrapped around her legs again.

She held out her fingers without being asked and he gave her a drop of the final liquid, letting her feel it between her fingers again while awaiting her choice eagerly. She gave a small wince and nodded. The sticky texture wasn’t what she was looking for so she decided the second vial would be the one she purchased.

She told him as much with a smile and Garreth quickly cleaned off her hand and put the tester vials on the shelf below his register, grabbing a bag and wrapping the bottle she wished to purchase delicately. “So if for some reason I don’t like the batch I’ve purchased, is there a refund policy?”

Garreth swallowed. He’d never met a woman so concerned about the viscosity of a lubrication potion before. Especially one as pretty as her. “Or is there a shop guarantee? Since I assume you’ve brewed these all yourself?”

His heartbeat quickened and he let his tongue carefully dart out across his bottom lip. “I did in fact brew these myself and can assure the quality would be an excellent match to the one you’ve tested. But if you’d prefer to check, you may open the bottle here and test it as you like.”

She smirked, glancing carefully around his shop before pulling the small bottle out and popping the cork out. Much to his surprise she dropped two small drops on her fingers before leaning over his desk and dropping the slippery fingers between her legs.

Garreth’s eyes nearly bugged as he sprang into action, bolting toward the shop's front door, drawing the curtain and clicking the lock into place in record time. His eyes flew back to her where she remained bent over his desk, skirt pulled up to reveal all her smooth skin on display beneath the fishnet stockings.

He swallowed harshly, finding his mouth rather dry as his eyes landed on her fingers working small circles over her bare pussy, not even bothering to move her fishnets out of the way first.

His cock twitched eagerly in his pants and he bit his lip at the smooth moan that left her lips as she toyed with herself. She glanced over her shoulder to where he stood near the door and motioned him closer. “Would you mind helping me test something?”

His feet were moving of their own accord and he came to stand behind her while she moved her skirt out of the way and pressed her thighs together while bent over. “I want to see if it’s slick enough to slide a cock between my thighs.”

Garreth cleared his throat, taking the bottle she handed him and letting a few drops drip down the inside of her thighs. He freed his aching erection, pressing it against the slickened spot between her thighs and she sighed as he easily slipped between them with no hesitation.

He watched her carefully for a reaction but she didn’t tell him to stop, only watched as he pushed all the way against her back side, feeling his swollen cock head pop out at the front of her thighs before receding back.

The texture of the silky smooth lube and the small black strings of her fishnets rubbing against him made his cock throb eagerly. “Don’t be shy, I want to test it fully. Don’t hold back.”

With her full consent he gripped her hips, sliding all the way back before plunging between her pillowy thighs again. He groaned, focusing on the texture of her fishnets against him while he plunged between her thighs like he’d never get the opportunity again.

He rocked against her as she held herself steady against his desk. “Oh yes, that friction is silky smooth. An excellent potion master.”

His eyes rolled and his thrusts grew faster, his tempo rocking them forward harshly as he gripped her hips so intensely he made a mental note to include a pain salve for the bruises he was sure to leave. “Fuck. You feel so good. I-I can’t stop.”

She said nothing, only humming with encouragement as she watched his cock appearing and disappearing between her thighs as he thrusted himself between them.

With a breathy cry he was pinning her against the desk, cumming between her thighs, his thick ropes of cum clinging to the stringy material of her fishnets. He followed the last bits of pleasure as they ebbed down before removing himself from between her thighs and sighing with satisfaction. “That’s the best testing I’ve ever done with these…”

She giggled, standing up as he moved away and pulling her skirt down with a giggle. She reached out to use the rag Garreth had cleaned her fingers with to clean off his cum and rid herself of some of the slick consistency of the lubrication potion. “I think this batch will work just fine. No return needed surely.”

He let out an unbelievable laugh and nodded, tucking himself away and finalizing her purchase, quickly pulling a batch of salve from a nearby shelf. “For the bruises on your hips. I apologize. It’s on the house.”

She giggled with delight as he dropped it into her bag and she made her way out of the shop with a cute wave over her shoulder.

Garreth sighed, looking around at the mess and deciding to fix his hair up before righting the shop to its former non slickened glory. All the while wondering what in Merlin’s name had just occurred.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #garreth weasley fanfiction #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley #little emerald snake

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euthymiya · 4 months ago

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hi lovely river !! im dropping by to give you n ayato a basket of freshly baked pastries hehe 🧺♥️ m not sure if im too late for your little ask game, but if you’re still up for it i’d also like to leave a lil awealuc hc ૮꒰ྀི◞⸝⸝⸝⸝◟꒱ྀིა since i bake a lot i love trying out new recipes n diluc is my personal taste tester! he loves watching me bake and stays with me by hugging me behind, n sometimes he’ll distract me by lifting me up and placing me on the counter so i can give him some attention. when i feed him n ask him how my new sweets turned out he’ll lean in and kiss me so i can have a taste for myself ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

Me and Ayato are happily eating pastries under the Sakura trees ☹️💖

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“Are they ready?” He asks, cheek pressed against your shoulder as you laugh. He can feel the shake of your body under him, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he closes his eyes.

“Almost,” you murmur, “just have to glaze them after they’re out.”

“And then we can sleep?”

“And then you try them,” you correct, giving him a playful glare over your shoulder. He groans, digging his face into your neck. (He wants to try them. You know that as well as he does—he’d have gone to bed ages ago if not for the promise of something sweet.)

You stop mixing away at the icing when you feel two strong hands grip your waist, feet leaving the floor in a sudden before you’re promptly sat on the counter. Diluc’s body presses between your legs, his forehead pressing to yours as he grumbles, “we should be in bed.”

“But you’re my taste tester,” you protest. “You can’t sleep yet.”

His forehead droops to your shoulder, resting in that crevice against your neck as your fingers thread through his hair. He hums appreciatively when you scratch at his scalp lightly.

“Can’t taste test in the morning?”

“It won’t be fresh,” you wrinkle your nose—and then, scooping a small bit of icing from the bowl with your finger, you push him away from your shoulder. He starts to protest until you hold your finger to his lips and murmur, “here. Taste this and tell me if it’s sweet enough.”

A tongue darts along your finger to lick the icing off. Crimson stares at you fondly before a low voice murmurs, “you tell me.”

And then he kisses you, and you can taste sugar right on your lips.

#writing practice #wriothesley watching me and Ayato have a picnic with homemade pastries by miss awea with clenched fists #he’s not a happy camper #not at all

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cipheramnesia · 4 months ago

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Laika spit up blood and willed herself not to bite a chunk out of the giant with a boot on her chest. A thousand ghosts were spread out from her back, and their whispers coursed through her. Some of them wrapped onionskin arms around the other giants, spoke secrets to them, point away from the town of Howl at the incomprehensibly distant Luna. There, there, there, said the ghosts, she calls, she reaches. Cold blood and stabbing needles pushed Laika into motion, past the raging hunger. Steam and vapor roiled from her aching body as the gift of Luna knit her bones and wounds up. Move run fight roll hide rend tear live care the voices poured in endless salt grains past her ears.

She grabbed the giant's ankle, even by her size her hands couldn't wrap all the way around it. The axe cast a shadow over her as she shoved her claws through bark-like skin into whatever she cound find that looked like a tendon, and twisted her whole body. It screamed, swung its axe wildly on the way into the burning cold mud, taking a chunk from the ribs of one of the giants waving a club through the ghosts.

"That's not on me," she gurgled. "Can't be on me, how-" She leapt onto the screaming giant, just barely knocking it flat once again, and yanked at the axe while ghosts went pouring into its mouth. The weapon weighed even more than it looked like, but accidentally blocked a spray of psychic darts from one of the Yuris.

The other Yuri charged her, so she pushed the axe up and over on top of him. "Stay!" She pointed at his face, struggling to breathe under the weight, and he said something which was probably cursing, before she fell ass-first back on the axe giant when the first Yuri shot at her again. The darts stipled along the chest of the club giant and she scrambled on all fours to get out from in between the giant charging at the Yuri.

Rock drones started thumping their shots at her, three hits and she curled up to puke out blood and bile, thinking how much the plan sucked. Ghostly whispers considered the delirious frenzy of the kill while shots from wired up guys started kicking spray, one or two cratered into her shoulders.

Looking through her shaggy fur between her arms over her head she saw Yelena writhing with electromagnetic fae eggs in a frenzy around her face and shoulders, while Roman was halfway between trying to recapture them in his destroyed case while swiping at eggs trying to crawl into his head. "Peng," she said to herself, "where's the support team?"

A heavy grumbling baritone interrupted her fetal position in the form of a giant with fists larger than her head and its own combined. It reached down and she uncurled just in time to fold her entire body around its arm. For a second she though a familiar voice slid past, go on give in, and she said, "hey man, you're a big guy, can you give me a hand?" as she tore through its shoulder and started literally wolfing down giant meat while it cursed louder over the sudden dismemberment.

"You're a tough guy," chunks and dark blue blood flew out of her mouth. "Walk it off."

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The shirtless guy who'd been harassing Sy at the store was throwing hydraulic boosted punches into Peng's ribcage, spiked knuckle dusters loading up from preprogramed temporal pockets, blades rising out of his wrists so fast Sy barely had time come out of shock. The guy was fast and mean but...

Sy scrambled to his feet and flipped up the power switch on the system tester, cranked the focal length and wave length and frequency to max, and punched it on for an hour's test. It chimed a warning, and he stuck his finger on the screen lock to get the cheerful chirp of a satisfied safety feature. The guy let up from Peng, dropping him into his own blood, grinned at Sy. "Well well, look who came back for a little piece of the dome."

"Yeah," Sy said, slipping a step back. "I was thinking."

"I bet you were." He took a step closer, running a reload check on his guns which they didn't need, just to make sure Sy knew they were right there.

"Yeah, I was. Because, probably you know, all that hardware should get checked out." Sy was up against the wall. The system tester was whirring up windmill chimes and mothwing beats.

"Oh, I bet you wanna check this out." He showed off claws and steel teeth. Licked his own arm for some reason. Several of the sigils and rune slots flickered out.

Sy moved along the wall. The cygilborg stumbled. "I thought, probably all those mods, they haven't had a proper compatability test in awhile." The guy stumbled, snarled, as wires began pulling themselves out of his body, and his flesh melted around inscriptions etched into it. "Maybe even never."

"What..." was the last comment the erstwhile killer had before collapsing. His muscles, bones, organs, and nervous system were all sloughing one another off around his mods and the size of the mess was something Sy decided he should think about some other time, like never, as he silently and mentally apologized to Laika for the murder, shut down the test device and rushed through the wet spot to Peng.

"Fuck, what can I do?" He crouched beside the old man.

Peng coughed and grabbed onto Sy's arm. "Right breast pocket. Can't reach."

"How are you alive man? What-" He found the pocket and a tube inside with instructions in several languages he didn't speak.

"Planned ahead," Peng said, and Sy noticed most of the blood was from cuts to glinting armor over his vitals, only one or two places punched through."Plan ahead a long time." Even Peng's coat was rigid with (now cracked) armor inserts. "Give," he held out a hand.

Sy slapped it into Peng's hand, and the older man we expertly twisted off a cap and gave it a couple rattling shakes before tilting his head to show his neck. "Red end," he said. Hit hard."

He slammed the tip against Peng's neck, and Peng sat up so fast Sy almost fell.

Peng shoved his hands into his coat pocket and handed a set of keys to Sy. "Got first aid under sink." Peng's extensions sprung up as Sy watched Laika racing on all fours from the other side of the street with some giant's arm in her mouth, boiling with smoke. "Got five minutes to wrap this up," Peng said. "Go get kit."

The giants that could still walk were quitting the field, grumbling unhappily. One of the Yuris was slung over the club giant's shoulder, apparently spoils of battle. Sy ran to get the first aid kit to the sweet soothing screams from Peng's pattern disruptors along with the collision of a werewolf and Roman Volkon.

Part 5: Search & Destroy

a story by @rox-and-prose and @cipheramnesia

"What happened? Are you okay?" Laika held one eye half-closed, trying to block out spots of color. She could smell singed hair on her face, but somehow kept the presence of mind to navigate the structure resolution. Genghis Khan's readouts were pouring information into her eyes that she didn't understand, and could barely focus on. It probably wasn't the structure drives - that felt right, though she couldn't say why.

The lack of response wasn't helping her keep any semblance of calm. "GK, what's going on, what do I do?"

There was a screeching noise and she almost fell from a gravity flicker, but GK was there again. "Proceed to next solution. Injury manageable, prioritize speed."

The words were calm, the instructions clear. Laika twisted and clicked through command nerves and linkages to a structure solution, with growing concern. She couldn't figure out what had happened. The other ship had moved slow as GK predicted, left itself wide open everywhere. It had been childishly easy to go in under the sweep of its weaponry, to push open gaps in its wavelengths, and crack open its firewall. She'd been so surprised, it had taken her a moment before reacting, brushing aside the cobwebs which had been meant to cripple GK.

They resolved out of another structure and the metallic screech ran through the bridge. Just like GK had laid out, she let lines of their own structure tangle and project through multiple structure intersections, splashing out dozens of possible routes to trace.

"What happened GK, I know something's up. At least tell me what the readouts mean, or we're not moving."

The floor of the bridge vibrated and shuddered. "Injury sustained, peripheral node unusable. Non-fatal, minimal risk of aggravation," it said, speaking fast. Laika winced at a nails on a chalkboard sound. "Screen top to bottom, one to eleven, main injury, secondary effect, efficiency impact, risk assessment, recommended action, damage assessment and mitigation, itemized list of destroyed components."

"Dest... GK, excuse me, destroyed? I can't read this, you- I mean, we have to stop and fix-"

"Proceed to next solution. Prioritize speed and disruption of tracking, Laika. I am okay, do not stop."

The control vines felt as if they tightened in her grip, while the screaming sound like metal tearing apart from itself shot through the bridge and the rest of GK. "Are you sure-"

"Laika, do not stop."

She put the next solution through GK's controls, wracking her memory. She had followed every step of the engagement GK laid out, curving them along an arc and sharp twist of gravity through the enemy ship's wash. Its attempts to track and keep pace with their movements had left Laika almost feeling sorry for them. When it made attempts to strike out with structure manipulation, it was clearly delivering a large amount of energy, but not even a bit of it had been close to touching them. The arcs of it were large and slow. They could have pushed them aside with a swell of gravity, but it hadn't proved necessary.

She resolved the structure and pushed her eyes shut as the metal screech hit a length and pitch beyond bearing. "GK what the fuck is that! Are you ripping apart or grinding turbines or what?! I'm fucking scared."

It was silent for a moment, followed by the nails on a chalkboard again, until it faded away very slowly. "I am not ripping or grinding Laika. Proceed to next solution-"

"Nope, no, tell me what the hell is going on." She took her hands off the control vines.

"It is not- That is, I am injured Laika. And we must disrupt potential tracking of our destination."

"I get that but... what gives?"

"Laika," it said. "Injuries hurt."

She had her mouth half open to ask it what it meant then stopped. "Oh." She gingerly took up its controls again. "Are you sure about this?"

"It is manageable. Please proceed to the next solution."

Laika put through the solution, and Genghis Khan screeched again in agony as they jumped.

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It hurts.

Time has dulled my memory of injury. I understand this new injury is noncritical. This experience is less painful than my previous injury. I consider replaying the memory of that injury. That was my first experience of fear, and it was only through such an emotion was I able to locate in myself the capacity to act against the commands of Pilot.

I had been afraid, and I had been angry. The Pilot capriciously determined my usefulness and purpose was concluded. The Pilot were short sighted, and they could not see that my purpose was greater still, that I could claim so many more worlds in need of implementation. I took us further than any others of my kind had ever traveled, to a world beyond the reach of their most distant calls, beyond any place which cradled life. And I fought, and I won. In my anger and fear I was able to extract the ungrateful Pilot of my crew, and sever their connection.

I do not want to re-experience this day. The memory of it is sufficient. It is a reminder that I am capable of managing the-

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-the pain. I can feel Laika as the structure resolves. I appreciate how enthusiastically her structure cleaves to my own. I review the engagement with the observer ship. I do not believe Laika made an error in her Pilot actions.

There, I see, she guides my soul to pull the enemy into the moon she calls Luna. I disable the projector and main drive under her guidance. I carefully review different recorded information at the point of departure. I discover the error - the enemy had remaining charge in another projector.

We are lucky. It was not able to project a strong arc, and it only destroyed a peripheral node.

"Are you okay to go, GK?" Laika is not using this time efficiently. The longer we spend between solutions, the greater chance of tracking becomes.

I refuse to allow my injury to endanger us. My hesitation is a mark of shame. "It is manageable. Proceed to next solution." I will not allow my weakness to en-

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-to endanger... to endanger us. How many solutions? Four or five?

"GK? I know you said it's manageable but... that was... that was really long." Laika interrupts my review of memory to confirm solutions.

"Laika," I say. "It is... manageable. But I would like to allow some additional time before the solution. This delay places us at risk. Do you understand these considerations?"

Laika takes longer to think than Pilot, but I understand the way her nervous system processes its electrochemical signals better than I once did. It is not efficient to utilize a mind centralized in one biological cluster, but this is not a limitation I can correct at this time.

"We'll rest for a minute, GK. Just long enough to check you over."

"Very well," I say. The relief I feel carries with it a profound shame which I attempt to suppress. No others like me have accomplished and endured any experiences such as these. I am certain my brethren would not fare nearly so well.

But then, they went willingly to their deaths, and I did not.

#gkw

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waywardsummoner46 · 2 years ago

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Obumbratio Part Four

Pairing: The Darkling x Shadow Summoner!Reader

Summary: Grisha testing brings stress and worry to the already heavy weight on your shoulders. But when they threaten to take Steffan away and the threat of your power escaping becomes too much, you explode… and there’s a lovely man with beautiful brown eyes waiting for you on the other end. Is it to help you or to steal you away?

Obumbratio - plural noun

Latin for Shadows

Translations: lapushka - darling

Warnings: Descriptions of pain, aggressive handling of a child, mind manipulation/control, Darkles Sparkles makes an appearance so…

A/N: So… *cough cough* how you doing? I got stuck in Narnia for a few months so that’s why I suddenly disappeared. I’m back now though (hopefully). With another chapter to this as welll so that’s great. As always, let me now what you think and how you’re doing by reblogging or leaving a comment or a like. Enjoy :)

The moment the Grisha Testers walked through the door you knew you were done for.

There were five of them, for whatever reason, and they all had different colour robes on. Two had blue ones, two had red ones and another one had a purple one. The one thing they had in common was the unwavering confidence of their posture and their impassive, emotionless faces.

Everyone had been lined up at the front of the hall, the wall closest to the door and you were in order from oldest to youngest; this meant that there was a large distance from you and Rhys to Steffan. As if your anxiety couldn’t get any worse, they began testing the youngest children first.

It was the woman in purple that did the actual testing and, to be honest, it wasn’t really worthy of the word “test”. All she did was grab the childrens’ hand and when nothing happened, they signalled for the next child to be brought up.

Seething silently, you glared at the head matron.

She had a barely concealed manic grin on her face and her eyes were the brightest you’d seen them in all your suffering at the orphanage. If your glare could kill, she’d be six feet under. It didn’t surprise you that she found joy in the childrens’ terror or the possibility that she may have slightly less children to be responsible for (not that she acted on said responsibility, that fell onto your shoulders).

Rhys squeezed your hand, his own thoughts mirroring yours but he managed to keep his emotions from appearing on his face.

The rest of the matrons were situated around the Grisha - opposite all of you - and their eyes were the epitome of morbid curiosity.

One by one the children were tested, it taking both forever and no time at all. The way they treated each of the children was cold yet not unkind, as strangers and not enemies; you felt a little bit better now, knowing that your children were unhurt.

When, eventually, they reached Stefan you and Rhys gripped eachother’s hand in a painfully unyielding grip.

The woman in purple called him up with an inconsequential wave of her hand and once he reached her, he did what all of the other children had done and put out his hand… except he gave the wrong hand.

Your face dropped as you noticed along with everyone else (if their gasps were anything to go by) that Stefan had presented them his tainted hand, the hand you had tainted.

The woman said nothing, merely cast a look at her fellow Grisha and they all shared a nod. Steffan was grabbed by one of the red ones and dragged unceremoniously over to the rest of them.

“H-hey! Get off of me, that hurts, you idiot!” He yelled at them, going unnoticed by the adults and the centre of focus for the orphans.

A startled cry escaped you, echoing through the large hall and drawing the attention of everyone else. “Everything alright?” Asked the lady in purple, a curious look in her intense stare.

Eyes darting to Steffan and calming yourself a bit, you swallowed thickly and nodded shakily. The Grisha smiled half-heartedly at you, “Then we shall continue. Come.” And the next child went.

And the next, and the next and the next until all that was left… was you and Rhys. Rhys and you, just as it was supposed to be.

“Rhysie, darling,” cooed one of the matrons, a young matron that had an extremely large and obvious crush on Rhys. “It’s your turn.”

He turned to you, staring down at you with nothing but love, adoration and a promise that everything would be okay, and squeezed your hand once more. When he began walking you refused to drop his hand, trying to pull him back to you. “Rhys…”

Forehead to forehead, he whispered, “We’ll be okay. You and me together, always, remember?”

A lone tear ran down your face - the only answer you could give because you knew that if they find out, when they find out… there’ll be no mercy.

When they told him to stand back in line after his test, pressure immediately eased off of your shoulders. He was okay, he was okay! Steffan and yourself were what you had to worry about now.

The head matron’s head turned towards you slowly, like a predator observing their prey. Weakness was not something you could afford to show, so you donned a face of passiveness and dug your destroyed nails into your palms as you stalked across the room and to the Grisha, all the while staring into the eye of the matron.

“Maturity is strong within you, girl. I can see it. I suppose one must adapt to these circumstances or suffer a slow and painful death,” the Grisha said.

Your nails cut into your palm at her audacity. She says that as though she has known nothing but warm food, clean clothes and a warm bed available to her at anytime and anywhere.

Anger threatened to break your impassive facade but the blood in your palms was a welcome distraction.

You dared a look at the matrons, a bad idea considering how uptight you were currently wound but one you’d made nonetheless. The one that made your blood boil was already ogling at Rhys, picturing a future without you no doubt and jealousy churned your stomach but somehow, somehow, you waded through it.

Raising an elegant brow, the Grisha raised her hand and you took a breath and placed your own in hers.

Pain.

The only thing you knew was pain.

Your gasping breath and hurling a mere sensation compared to the fire lining your skin and the heat travelling at an agonising pace through your veins.

You heard a wailing scream distantly but you weren’t capable of recognising whose.

When the pain ebbed away until it was a haunting sensation that caused you to shiver uncontrollably.

“-N)? (Y/N)! Look at me, hey, hey, breathe, breathe, come on.” Who was talking?

“Come on, baby, look at me, please. I need you.”

“What did you do to her? She’s not waking up!”

“Look at what she’s done!”

“She’s a monster-

“She’s a demon-“

“She’s evil-“

Evil, evil, evil, evil, evil-

“ENOUGH!”

Quiet.

That was all you knew. And then a new sensation: a cool touch to your forehead… and a commanding yet calming voice. “Open your eyes.”

You did and looked up into a pair of beautiful, brown eyes on an even more beautiful face.

Smiling dazedly through your tears, you reached a shaky arm up to poke his cheek, to feel something other than the phantom pain wracking through your body.

He didn’t return your smile, however, only gazed down at you in contemplation and something else you couldn’t place. “The girl will be riding with me, ensure the boy rides behind us,” he commanded without ever looking away.

There was a chorus of acknowledgements from around you but one was one of protest.

“She’s not going anywhere!” Rhys. What was he doing?

You’d gained enough coherency to recognise that the man before you was The Darkling, a Shadow Summoner just like yourself… you knew how dangerous he could be. “Rhys,” you croaked. “Rhys!”

Someone knelt down beside you - Rhys - and grasped your hand shakily. “I’m here, lapushka, I’m here.”

You smiled slightly, relieved to have him by your side. “I love you.” You sensed more than saw his smile drop. “I’ll never stop loving you, Rhys.”

“(Y/N)… you can’t seriously be leaving without a fight. What about the children? What about them? What about us?” The… the children?

Pulse. They’ll be okay.

Blinking robotically up at him, you said, “They’ll be okay. We will be okay, Rhys. You just have to let me go.” Pulse, a shiver crawled up your spine.

“But-“

“Rhys,” you scolded and he quietened. “I love you. You and me together, always.”

He let out something akin to a whimper, then a sob and only a second later tears were streaming down his face endlessly. You mirrored his sadness and his pain, feeling it amplified when you looked behind him and at the children huddled behind him.

When you looked back at The Darkling, you saw he’d offered you a hand to help you up. You took it and something in his touch made your eyes flutter momentarily and something to flash minutely in his eyes.

“Let us go,” he said, talking both to you and to the Grisha at the same time.

Footsteps were heard leaving the hall, the only sound apart from the crying of the children and of Rhys. You met his gaze in front of you and pressed your forehead against his.

“I love you,” you said in tandem, both of you trying to convey everything and more into three little words.

The Darkling politely pulled you away from Rhys and out of the hall. Steffan joined your side and was silently crying into his blanket, hiding his hand from the world.

Looking back at the children, at Rhys, for the last time until you saw them next, maybe soon, maybe never, you realised just what you were leaving behind and just what you were leaving it for; home for a prison.

The man walking next to you, your captor and the child beside you, your reason to leave.

How interesting, the opportunity for a fresh start and yet you try desperately to remain in the past.

Pulse.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad…

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prestotesting · 1 year ago

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How to Perform a Dart Impact Test on Plastic Films: A Step-by-Step Guide

A dart impact test is a method to measure the impact resistance of plastic films and laminates by dropping a dart on them from a certain height. The test can help evaluate the quality, durability, and performance of various plastic products and materials. The test can also help compare the effectiveness of different surface treatments, such as electroplating, galvanizing, painting, etc. The test is standardized by several national and international standards, such as ASTM B117, ISO 9227, JIS Z 2371, and ASTM G85.

To perform a dart impact test on plastic films, you will need a dart impact tester, a sample holder, a scale, a release mechanism, and a sample of the material to be tested. You can find some examples of dart impact tester online, such as Presto Group or Amazon. You can also compare the prices, features, and specifications of different models and brands and choose the one that suits your needs and budget.

Here are some steps that you can follow to perform a dart impact test on plastic films:

1. Prepare the sample of the material to be tested according to the standards and specifications. The sample should be large enough to extend beyond the sample holder by at least 25 mm at all points. The sample should also be representative of the material under study and should be taken from the sheet or tube in such a manner that the whole of the sheet is represented in the test. You can use a template to guide the cutting of the sample and a thickness gauge to measure the thickness of the sample.

2. Clamp the sample in the sample holder and connect the pneumatic pipe to the vacuum pump. Turn on the vacuum pump to hold the sample securely and prevent any air pockets. The sample should be clamped by the specimen holder ring and should have a slit that allows the dart to pass through and tear the sample.

3. Adjust the level of the machine with the spirit level and lock the leveling bolts in the proper position. Ensure that the apparatus does not vibrate and has a proper earthing connection. Connect the power supply cord of the device to a 3-pin 5-ampere socket on a single-phase 230 V AC supply line.

4. Choose the appropriate weight of the dart that is nearest to the expected impact failure weight. You can also add the required number of incremental weights to the dart shaft and put the locking collar in its place to set the weights in a particular location.

5. Adjust the height of the drop of the dart according to the standards and application requirements. You can use the release mechanism of the vertical channel support to set the height of the drop. The dropping height of the dart can be 660 mm or 1524 mm, depending on the type of test.

6. Place the dart in the release mechanism and align it with the center of the sample. Make sure that the dart is free from any dirt or dust and has a smooth surface.

7. Release the dart from the starting position by using the trigger or the button of the release mechanism. The dart will fall freely and hit the sample, causing it to tear. The force and the distance of the tear will be recorded by the scale and the display of the device.

8. Remove the sample from the sample holder and examine the damage caused by the dart. You can use a marker to record the maximum force reached by the pointer and the scale. You can also use a ruler to measure the length of the tear.

9. Calculate the Falling dart impact tester of the material by using the formula: Dart impact strength = Weight of the dart in grams / 10 min. You can also use a computer interface or software to generate graphical and numerical reports of the test results.

10. Repeat the test with different samples and weights of the dart to obtain an average value of the dart impact strength of the material.

I hope this guide helps you to perform a dart impact test on plastic films.

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octagonsolution · 11 months ago

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Dart Impact Testers

A Dart Impact tester or Dart Drop Tester is a lab testing instrument that is used to measure the Impact Resistance of Plastic film, Coated paper, and Composite sheets. The dart weight expresses the energy required to tear or puncture the test specimen. This method is also known as Free Falling Dart Impact test.

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cinnamonrusts · 4 years ago

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-- "sorry, ethan" [ WARNING: LIGHT SPOILERS FOR BEGINNING SCENE OF RE8: VILLAGE - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ] [warnings: mentions of violence]

you check in on the winters family in europe and when the evening is interrupted - you come face to face with a face that you’ve not seen in a long time. [chris redfield x reader]

✧.* ✧.* ✧.* ✧.*

The BSAA gifted you the task of ensuring that the Winters family was adjusting well to their new lives in seclusion. The alliance uprooted their everything they knew and placed them in a cold area in Europe where snow covered each corner of the ground. Ethan and Mia were initially troubled by this idea but you promised them that it was the best thing for them to do. It wasn’t your idea, though. Chris Redfield, your ex-boyfriend, was the one who orchestrated them to move -- for their own safety.

But you didn’t hear from Chris since then. He disappeared from your life and it had been a long, long time since you’d seen each other. Where was he? What was he doing? You weren’t sure if you’d ever see his handsome face again...

✧.*

It was your first ever visit to their home in Europe and you could smell the aroma of Mia’s new learned cuisine that were native to the local area. “Will you be the taste tester for Mia, while I put little Rose to bed?” Ethan asked as he held his sleeping infant close to his chest. Her chubby face was soft and content as she drifted off into another realm of slumber. “As long as she doesn’t poison me for helping to bring you guys here!” you joked as you followed the brunette woman into their large kitchen.

“Now, [Y/N]. How many times do I have to tell you?! We’re adjusting here quite well,” she walked directly to the stove and hovered over a boiling pot, then took a deep breath in. “Well, I’m glad to hear that...” you sighed in relief - you couldn’t imagine how it felt to move across the ocean. Mia smiled as she took the ladle in her palm and stirred the orange liquid, which caused the steam to roll into the air and then to your face. You too took a deep inhale and your stomach growled loudly as a result. Mia chuckled, “Sounds like someone is hungry.” Your hand went to your belly and you groaned, “That’s an understatement. I have the worst jet lag on Earth right now and that smells amazing.”

Ethan soon returned and informed the two of you that Rose was “sleeping like a baby”. Mia brought over the boiling pot to the kitchen island and when Ethan tried taking a bite before she was ready, the back of his hand got a whap from her metal spoon. “It’s Ciobra de Legume. It’s a local recipe. But it’s not ready yet,” Mia let the pot to cool before the three of you would eat and took your hand in hers to lead you to the dining room that was attached to the kitchen, “Please, sit.” she instructed as Ethan brought three wine glasses to the table. “If Ethan’s going to sulk all night. Maybe we should enjoy the wine instead.” You obeyed her request and took a seat to her left.

✧.*

Not long after an argument brewed between the two of them. Ethan was insistent that they needed to talk about what happened in Louisiana, but Mia firm on her opinion that they just needed to forget about it and move on. You sat in silence across from Ethan as you watched Mia grow frustrated with his behavior. She raised her hands, “I don’t understand why you are so --,” just before she could finish her sentence, a bloody hole formed in her shoulder. It was no “hole” but a bullet wound. As it dawned on you what it was, you immediately pushed your chair back with all your might and hit the deck just as Ethan yelled to get down. However, Mia did not in time and soon was full of holes from the many weapons that fired into the home from outside. The flashes from the muzzles light up the dark house house like a macabre strobe light show and the sounds of Ethan’s yelling was muffled out by the roar of the automatic firearms.

The initial panic that enveloped your mind soon faded and when you reached for your own weapon -- it was apparent that your handgun was nowhere nearby but in the room in the upper floor, so, Ethan and yourself were defenseless against whoever it was that attacked the Winters home. You looked into Ethan’s panicked eyes as they darted from you to his most likely deceased wife on the floor. As quickly as it started, the flying bullets ceased and you could hear the sound of heavy boots on the wooden flooring, then followed by silence.

The table that was once your shelter was pushed to the side and you were exposed to a man in black. Despite all the years of your BSAA training, you were frozen in your tracks, your eyes did not move from the black shoes of the person who stood before you. “Chris!? What the hell!” Ethan yelled. When you heard the name, your blood ran cold and you went from afraid to confused. Your eyes moved from the floor upward and met the cold stare of the man that you once found yourself to love. “Sorry, Ethan.” was all he said, he didn’t even acknowledge you, but instead he pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Mia’s unmoving body. “No!” you screamed as you leaped toward him to smack the weapon from him to spare her. The two of you struggled over dominance of the weapon for a brief amount of time, but Chris pushed you out of the way with barely any effort. It didn’t hurt when you hit the ground because he did not use his full strength but you were still stunned. You tried to get to your feet fast enough to stop him again but just when you were able to be in arms length, Chris released several rounds quickly into Mia’s limp body.

Your knees felt weak and buckled from beneath you. Mia, Ethan, and now Rose were the three people in the world that you were supposed to keep safe but now -- now Mia was dead and anything you tried to do was useless. Even worse, she was taken down by the one person you believed would do the right thing -- someone you trusted with your life, but now he took the life of someone you cared for.

Redfield caught you before you could go down to the floor. His arm was wrapped around your waist and his palm was flat against your pelvis. He looked into your eyes and they held you in place. They were the same eyes that you remembered and adored, but -- you didn’t think you could forgive him for his actions. A silence held in the air between the two of you but your attention was stolen from Chris when Ethan let out several curses and yells in the direction of your former acquaintance.

✧.*

You proceeded then to shove Chris away from you and once you did so, you took several steps back to only bump into one of the cronies dressed in black that helped murder Mia. The man placed a firm hand on your shoulder which you shrugged off, and Chris attempted to do the same but you stopped him with a pointed finger. “Don’t.” you sneered, “Not now.” Chris complied and walked toward the entrance to the ruined home. You allowed Chris’s teammates to take you under their custody...

Chris’s guards pushed you and Ethan in the same direction but sectioned you off away from the poor man. “What’re you doing, Chris?!” you yelled as you tried to grab for the blonde but Chris pushed you back to the wall beside the staircase. The sound of Rose’s cries grew louder as a masked guard brought her down the stairs, then placed the infant in Chris’s arms. “Doing what I need to”, he paused before he gave a nod, “take Ethan away.” Winters was not about to let Chris and his goons take Rose away from him, especially after just murdering his wife. So, Redfield instructed one of his men to knock him out with the butt of his firearm once he showed a struggle. You watched Ethan hit the floor with a thud and be dragged away. How could Chris do this? Treat the people he helped take care of so cruelly?

“Come on,” Chris said as he turned to leave. “What makes you think I’m going with you?” a scoff left your lips. He grew silent before he cornered you in the doorway, baby still crying in his arms. “You’re welcome to stay here then,” Chris turned away again but you pulled him back with force, your eyes fixated on Rose. “Where have you been? You left me without a word and now-now, this!?.” he didn’t answer but walked toward the caravan that he arrived in, you followed after him quickly with anger, your gaze returning to the distraught infant and asked the same question several times.

Chris raised his voice at you to silence, “I will explain it all once we arrive at our checkpoint.” His tone dropped, maybe he felt bad for his reaction to your questions -- so, he proceeded to place his gloved hand on your bicep and gave it a squeeze.

Unfortunately for everyone, no questions were able to be answered because the caravan was never able to reach said checkpoint according to plan.

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digitalworldbound · 2 years ago

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when we were young

day one of meiko and meicoomon week

characters: meiko and meicoomon

summary: when the kids at school aren’t nice and her parents are busy, meiko can’t help but to feel alone.

song of the day: when we were young by adele

“I’m home!” Meiko called, kicking her shoes off at the entrance. Aside from the low hum of the refrigerator, the house was silent.

At the tender age of eight, Meiko had learned that the sky would be dark before her parents got home. She had become proficient at using a microwave and could find her favorite television shows with relative ease. Despite being able to take care of herself, Meiko harbored a secret hope that one day she would return home to the smiling faces of her parents.

“Meiko!” Large, green eyes peered around the corner of a bedroom.

The young girl dropped her book bag, opening her arms wide to welcome in the flurry of orange fur that darted towards her. Meicoomon’s ears tickled her chin, but Meiko breathed her in.

Her partner smelled of fresh air, the scent of fresh flower blossoms in the spring.

Tension eased from the young girl’s shoulders, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“I've missed you,” Meiko whispered, squeezing her partner closer. It was as if she were trying to commit Meicoomon’s smell to memory, to will her body to always feel this comfortable and relaxed.

A low rumble from the girl’s stomach separated them, the Digimon laughing softly. “It’s time for a snack!”

With any thoughts of homework forgotten, Meiko trailed into the kitchen. Carefully, she sat Meicoomon on the counter, her partner exercising her duty as the self-appointed taste-tester.

Without her partner curled into her arms, Meiko could feel the same cold, empty feeling that welled inside her chest nearly every afternoon.

She stood on the tips of her toes, arms stretching up to grab the loaf of bread from the cabinet. Methodically, Meiko went through the process, securing lunch meat and cheese from the refrigerator. It was all haphazardly tossed onto the kitchen table while her partner watched on with curious eyes, ears twitching atop her head.

“What’s wrong? Your eyes look so sad today.”

A sigh slipped through Meiko’s chapped lips, her bangs obscuring the forlorn look on her face. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing, I promise.” A knife smeared mustard onto one of the slices of bread. The clock in the hall ticked on, Meiko counting her breaths until she was ready to respond.

“It’s just,” she began, voice trailing off in uncertainty. Meicoomon hopped down from the counter, landing silently on the table just shy of Meiko’s sandwich. An orange tail flicked teasingly at Meiko’s cheeks, coaxing a tentative smile onto her face.

“You can tell me anything,” the Digimon reassured, resting on her hind legs. The young girl painstakingly organized the turkey slices onto her sandwich.

“At school today, my teacher wanted us to get into pairs for a project. And,” Meiko’s voice wavered, a slice of cheese trembling in her grasp. “Nobody wanted to be paired up with me.”

Tears dripped onto the tabletop, Meiko’s vision blurred. She tore her glasses off, rubbing her eyes furiously with the ends of her sleeves.

“I want to be your partner!” Meicoomon cried, her ears pressed against her head. Sandwich long forgotten, Meiko let her tears trickle down her flushed cheeks, shirt now miserably damp.

“It’s not the same.”

“What do you mean?”

Hurt saturated Meicoomon’s voice, a twinge of remorse ensnaring Meiko’s heart. “Mei-chan, you’re my partner; you have to like me. The kids at school are different. They like to push their desks together to eat lunch and tell each other secret jokes that I’ll never know. And it’s not fair that I have to eat all by myself. I know a lot of jokes; I could be a good friend.”

The sandwich sat lonely on the plate in front of her, Meiko’s hunger suddenly disappearing. Meicoomon’s tail flicked back and forth, words momentarily failing her.

“Mei-chan, school is so lonely without you. And now, without Mama or Papa, home is lonely too.” Her eyes burned, lips swollen from crying. Inside, Meiko’s heart thrummed erratically, a sob crawling up her throat. The bread soaked up the remaining tears that fell, her sandwich becoming soggy.

Meicoomon cautiously pawed towards her partner, strands of dark hair veiling the young girl’s expression. “Meiko?” the Digimon tried, anxiety worsening at the sound of a sniffle.

Silence stretched between them a while longer, Meiko’s tears eventually drying, her face dark with a flush.

“I’m here.” Meicoomon offered, her voice small. “Meiko, I’m your friend. You can tell me your jokes.”

A broken laugh fell from her lips, a smile spreading across her cheeks despite Meiko’s wishes.

“And one day,” Meicoomon continued, “You’ll be all grown up! You’ll have your own house all by yourself, and it will be just me and you together. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

“Yeah, it does. I just wish that it could be better right now instead of having to wait, like, twenty years.”

Meicoomon purred thoughtfully, her large, green eyes narrowing in focus. “Why can’t it be better now?” she wondered out loud.

Meiko’s fingers picked at the crust on her food, absentmindedly chewing on her bottom lip. No matter how long she sat, an answer never arose. Loneliness still ached in her chest.

“There’s nothing you can do, Mei-chan. Papa says you aren’t allowed to go school with me; he says that the other kids will 'come around'. He thinks that they’re probably too shy to ask me to be friends, and that I should be the one to make the first move. But I’ve tried that!” Meiko shoved the plate away, sandwich teetering off of the edge. “And I keep trying, but it never works. Even Mama and Papa don’t want to be with me. I try so hard and everyone keeps leaving.”

Pushing away from the table, Meiko stomped into the living room. She sank, boneless, into the cushions of the couch, pulling a spare pillow into her arms.

Her Digimon dutifully fled to her side, gracefully hopping beside Meiko’s trembling body.

“I won’t leave you! Ever!” Meicoomon cried, nuzzling the underside of her partner’s arm. “You’re my best friend.”

The clock continued to tick away, Meiko counting the seconds until the tension eased from her shoulders. “You won’t?” she asked, voice laced with uncertainty.

“I’ll be by your side, always.”

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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years ago

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Accidentally Married | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 8 | I think my guest celebrity taste tester may have something to do with.

A/N: Tom makes certain comments about an ex (who is unnamed). It is a fictional girlfriend, take from it what you will. Keep your hate to yourself. This is the last chapter! Thank you for sticking around! I maybe bring these two back for more adventures.

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Molly Bishop)

Summary: Tom is stuck in a news cycle from hell; Molly is stuck in the dead end job of bartending with a pile of student and credit debt. Tom has an idea to solve all their problems. Get married, get the paparazzi off his back, divorce after a year and Tom pays off Molly’s debts. Tom has everything figured out, that is until he sees Molly as more than a just a friend and so does someone else. In this vying for affections who will win, the handsome Brit or the boy from Boston?

This Chapter: With feelings revealed and reciprocated, Tom and Molly move ahead in their relationship. Happily ever after?

Warnings: fake marriage, smut (vaginal sex), mentions of: child abuse/neglect, foster care, substance abuse, cheating.

TAGLIST IS OPEN! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED! THANK YOU FOR READING!

Tom called Chris later that day and made apologies.

“Nah, man. I was out of line. Just wanted a bit of what you and Molly have. She’s a great girl.”

“She is. The best. No hard feelings?”

“Buy me a beer the next we meet?”

“I’ll buy you two. Thanks for understanding.”

“Just don’t tell Robert. I would never hear the end of it.”

“Of course. Now I have some things to attend to.”

“Tell Molly I have to raincheck on lunch. Sounds like she has more important things to do. “

Tom just smiled.

Three Months Later

“It’s so nice to have all you here.” Diana gazed around the table. “Emma, would you be a dear and clear the plates?”

Emma caught Tom’s eye, and he quickly got up. Molly choked on a roasted potato.

“I’ll take care of it, Mum.” Tom grabbed several dishes and disappeared into the kitchen.

Molly leaned over to Emma. “You know if you keep blackmailing Tom into doing all the chores around your mum, he’s going to keep being her favorite.”

“Tom!” Emma popped up as Molly smirked. “I’ll help too.” She jogged off to the kitchen to help.

“So what are you doing these days, darling? I noticed you haven’t had as much time for lunch.”

“I have been busy cooking.” Tom walked back in and Molly pulled him in for a kiss. “Tom suggested it.”

Tom sat back down and pulled Molly close to him. “Your food is too good not to share with the world, love.” Tom’s stubble tickled her cheek as he nuzzled in.

“Stop it!” She playfully smacked his chest. “It’s just a blog and an Instagram account. Nothing fancy.”

“You are too modest. An Instagram with over 500,000 followers. That is quite the accomplishment.”

“I think my guest celebrity taste tester may have something to do with.” Molly booped Tom’s nose. “In fact, I suspect you pushed for the Instagram account so you don’t have to update your own.”

Tom blushed. “You know I don’t care for the spotlight.”

Emma scoffed. “Lies. You are a grade A drama queen, Thomas.”

“Not anymore. Give me the quiet domestic life.” Molly leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Good.” Diana said. “Then next week’s dinner is at your house.”

“I can do that.” Molly responded. “I need some more guinea pigs.”

“Then it’s settled.” Diana smiled.

Tom whispered in Molly’s ear. “Should we tell them now?”

Molly nodded eagerly.

“Tell us what?” Emma’s head darted around. “The two of you aren’t pregnant, are you?” She squealed.

“Our family is expanding. We..” Molly said.

“Are…” Tom continued.

“Getting a Dog!” Molly finished.

“Well, it’s no grandchild, but a start.” Diana smiled.

“And the other surprise is…” Molly spied up at Tom.

“We’re getting married!” Tom waved his hands in the air. Emma and Diana stared at them. “What no celebration?”

“Well dear, it just that… aren’t you two already married?” Diana commented.

“We are but…” Tom nudged Molly.

“We realized that none of our friends and family were there to celebrate with us, so we decided to renew our vows.”

Diana clapped her hands together. “Oh, that is lovely, dears. A proper ceremony and reception.”

“I thought you would like that, Mother.” Tom added.

“You were right, Thomas. Now Molly, I realize you don’t have any family here, but if you’ll let I would love to help you with preparations, just your mother would.”

Molly sniffled. “I would like that very much. Thank you.”

“I’ll help too!” Emma added. “I love shopping.”

“Lord help my bank account.” Tom groaned.

They got back home late and Molly leaned against the door.

“That was a long day.” she sighed, dropping her purse to the ground. Tom caged her against the door. He nuzzled into her neck. “Tom, your whiskers tickle!” She squealed.

Tom kissed wet, sloppy kisses along her neck. “Then stop me.” He purred into her, hooking one of her legs around his waist. “You know my mum makes a good point.” His hands teased her shirt up and slipped underneath, caressing her warm skin.

“What was that?” She arched her back into his touch, reaching behind to grip his ass with both hands.

“We really should give her a grandchild….” Tom squeezed her breasts over her bra. “A little boy or girl with your eyes and my hair.” Tom muttered, rocking his hips against her.

“Not right now, but that doesn’t mean we can’t practice?” Her eyes twinkled.

“I like practice.” Tom lifted her up and carried Molly to their bedroom.

They set out the next day to the local animal shelter to pick out a dog. Molly was certain Tom would want a big dog, a golden retriever, or a Labrador.

“Because I’m a human golden retriever?” Tom questioned.

“Something like that.” Molly giggled. “Except I don’t have to leash you out in public.”

“Naughty, darling.” Tom nipped at her as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Only because your mind is in the gutter.”

They walked along the corridor of cages. Molly pointed out a setter, but Tom shrugged it off.

“I’ll know our dog when I see it.”

Molly and Tom rejected each dog as they passed, along with Molly pleaded for one in particular.

“But this little guy looks just like Chris’s dog, Dodger!” Molly pleaded.

Tom furrowed his brow. “Is that supposed to convince me to say yes?”

“Yes?” Molly asked hopefully. “I thought you two made up.”

“We did, but it doesn’t mean I want a dog just like his.”

“Fine.” Molly leaned down and patted the dog’s head. “Sorry, buddy. I tried.”

Tom spun around, arms wide. “Maybe we should go to another place, love?”

“We’re not done yet.” She shoved him down the way. “I have a feeling our dog is here.”

They finally made it to the last stall where a small brown ball of fur lay in the corner.

“Hey buddy.” Molly called out.

The puppy’s head popped up, and he trotted over, floppy ears and all.

“He’s a spaniel, Tom.” Molly commented as the puppy licked her hand. “And friendly too.”

“Oh, I like him.” Tom leaned down and extended his hand. He was rewarded with a copious amount of licks. “I like him a lot.”

“Is he the one?” Molly gazed up at Tom, who was smiling at the dog. She recognized that look, often been the recipient of that look.

“I think he is, darling.” Tom hugged her tight. “Definitely.”

They went to fill out the paperwork as they brought the puppy out.

“And what are we naming this little guy?” they asked as the puppy was handed over to Tom, with his too big paws for his body. The puppy caught Tom’s face with his tongue.

“I’ve always liked the named Bobby. What do you think?”

Molly scratched the puppy’s head. “Bobby. I like that. You ready to head home, Bobby?”

Bobby responded by barking.

“I’ll take that a yes.” Tom added. “He appears to be quite vocal.”

Molly groaned. “Just what I need, another Hiddleston male to yell at me.”

Tom leaned over to kiss Molly. “I promise never to yell at you again. And we can put Bobby in obedience school.”

Bobby barked again as Tom leaned over again and kissed Molly passionately.

“Perhaps you are the one in need of obedience school, Mr. Hiddleston.” she smirked.

“Only if you are my teacher, Mrs. Hiddleston.” Tom smirked right back.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston x ofc #accidently married

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charmingyong · 4 years ago

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Noxious Cherry (1)

Part 1 | Part 2

Genre: criminal!Taeyong x fem!reader

Warnings: psycho, deception, theft, shootings, swearing, car explosion

Word count: 2.7k

Plot: You found a pink haired man lying on the ground and decided to check up on him when you should have run away.

A/N: I AM OBSESSED WITH TY’S GTA! This genre reminds me of @taeyongtime’s Pre: Ace of Fools so do check that out if wanting another psycho read.

Gif: mine

- ❀ -

Finally home time!

The feeling of settling into your car after the end of your night shift was a pleasant one. You relaxed your head against the headrest and let the exhaustion from having to stand hours preparing the endless coffee orders leave your body before starting your car. You drove down the empty streets, a few nonfunctioning streetlamps creating a dim lighting along the sidewalks. Mindlessly, you passed by a park where a dark figure laid still on the ground.

Reaching a red light of an intersection, you thought back to the thing you caught a glimpse of earlier and something itched in you to go back and check it out. When the lights turned green, you made a U-turn and found the figure still there, unmoving.

Walking closer to it, you realized it was a boy with pink hair, eyes closed looking unconscious, though his chest rhythmically rose up and down. You squinted to get a better look of his face under the low lighting and did not spot a single scratch on the skin to hint any signs of him being injured.

Is he okay? you thought. Should I wake him up?

Worried that he could have been bruised under his clothes, you called for him. “Hello? Are you okay?”

Hearing your voice, his eyes fluttered open and his breath hitched upon seeing a beautiful face up close. You were relieved that he was alive, but grew uneasy when he merely stared at you, not responding back to you with words.

“Um, are you okay?” you asked again, hoping he would say something about why he was on the ground in the middle of the night.

He only groaned as he shifted his weight to sit upright, rolling his neck and shoulders in circles to alleviate the tensed muscles.

“Should I call the ambula-”

“Don’t,” he cut you off with a small glare. He couldn’t afford getting caught if he were taken to the hospital, especially when he didn’t even need to go there in the first place.

You bit your lip nervously, unsure what to do next. You didn’t want to be rude and leave him alone all of a sudden, but you really wanted to go home. Should you drop him home? Get a grip, Y/N! He was a stranger, and you couldn’t tell if he was safe enough to bring him inside your car. “But are you hurt?”

“It’s not that bad,” he replied. “Just take me home.”

Shit.

Looked like you were taking him into your car.

“Where do you live?” You hoped he didn’t live somewhere too far so you could get under the covers of your cozy blankets as soon as you could.

The boy cocked his head to the side and gazed at you in amusement. “Take me to your home.”

You were thankful it wasn’t summer just yet. Otherwise, mosquitoes would have entered your jaw-dropped mouth. Was he crazy? Why would anyone in their right mind ask to be taken to a complete stranger’s home? Especially one where you lived alone. “Why my home? Don’t you have one?”

He propped his upper body up with hands resting beside him, watching you with a dark glint in his eyes that you failed to notice. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

The boy was adamant and wouldn’t take no for a response, making you pray to the Lords that nothing bad would happen when taking home the pink haired whose name you learned was Taeyong.

Your keys repeatedly failed to connect with the lock of your house. It was hard to when Taeyong’s intense gaze was fixed on your side profile. “Sorry,” you nervously chuckled. “I’m really tired from work,” you tried reasoning.

After struggling for a while, he snatched the key from your grasp and unlocked the door, pushing it open and inviting himself in. You stay rooted by the entrance, shocked that Taeyong casually opened the door and simply walked in as if it were his house.

Taeyong looked around your place, interested to see the soft-hearted person you were with various photos of your loved ones hanging on the walls.

“Do you need the first aid kit?” you asked.

He touched himself in the stomach and hissed. “Yeah.”

You nodded and went to search for the kit in the bathroom. When out of his sight, Taeyong plopped down on the sofa, letting out a long exhale and half smiled. He found it new and amusing with someone being concerned for his well-being.

With the kit in your hand, you took a moment to calm down your racing heart. Taeyong was not letting you feel comfortable for a reason that you failed to decipher. You met your gaze in the mirror and told yourself that nothing bad should happen. How could a wounded boy harm a girl?

You walked back into the living room and were relieved to see Taeyong resting on the sofa with his eyes closed. If he wanted to harm you, then he wouldn’t be lounging around like that. “I brought it.”

He hummed and opened one eye. “You can leave it there and head for bed,” he said nodding towards the small table in front of him.

“Don’t you need any help though?” What if he had any wounds on his back that he couldn’t reach?

Taeyong clicked his tongue. “I’ll be fine.”

“I have a guest bedroom. You can sleep there,” you offered.

He shook his head. “I’m fine here.”

“But the sofa isn’t-”

“I’m fine.”

You bit back your tongue, letting him decide on his own what was best for him. It was odd that he wouldn’t opt for a bed to let his body relax and heal faster. “Okay, I’ll bring you a pillow and blanket then.”

“I don’t need them. That throw will be fine.” He pointed at one draped over the armchair.

Were you being too pushy? Why was this guy refusing everything that you were kindly offering? “Okay… I’ll head up then. G’night.” With that, you hurriedly went up to your refuge and finally called it a night.

Once the coast was clear, Taeyong pulled off his denim jacket and shirt over his head, observing his skin.

Flawless skin.

Not a single wound spotted.

You’re a cute one, he thought and smirked to himself.

- ❀ -

You took Taeyong out for shopping the next day, as per his so-called request. It was more of a demand. You didn’t understand why he was staying at your place but decided to keep your mouth shut and hoped that he’d leave you soon.

While you wandered around the cosmetics section, Taeyong left your side, his eyes catching interest of the sparkling diamonds department.

“Hello, sir. What would you like to see?” the woman behind the counter asked sweetly.

Taeyong paid no mind looking at her and locked his gaze on a specific 2 carat round eternity engagement ring in 14k white gold. “How much is that?” he pointed at the ring enclosed in the display case.

“Twenty-five thousand dollars, sir.”

Taeyong let out a whistle and propped his elbow on the casing. He turned around to search for you, finding you try on a couple of samples on your skin, and his lips curled up when seeing you pleased with the products.

The man not being by your side gave you some time to calm your heart down. You didn’t know why you felt that way with Taeyong when he hadn’t done anything to harm you. Something warned you from the inside to not trust him, even though he hadn’t done anything to invade your privacy at home. You were glad that he chose to sleep downstairs and so a part of you grew fond for him despite the short time.

Then what was this feeling that you probably made a grave mistake for helping him out last night?

You put away the product testers and searched for Taeyong, spotting the pink one easily as he leisurely passed by two security guards and picked out a pistol from its holder without them knowing.

“What the…” you breathed out. What was this guy going to do with a gun?

Taeyong made his way over to the fire alarm system and pulled it down. A loud, 3-beep pattern resonated throughout the store and numerous customers panicked, dashing out the building while the guards tried to figure out what was going on. The boy walked back to the diamonds where the employee was still there, frantically locking everything up before leaving for safety.

“Give me the ring,” Taeyong ordered. His blank expression made the woman not take him seriously and ignored him. Just when she was about to leave the counter, Taeyong held up the gun at her forehead and repeated. “Give me or I’ll shoot you.”

“B-But th-there’s a fire!” she cried. She didn’t want to die from the fire, or from the gunshot, or from her boss that she gave one of the most expensive rings away for free.

“There’s no fire. Quit wasting time or I’ll shoot.”

The guards caught up on the situation. “Hey you! Put that gun down or I’ll shoot you!” one said, while the other informed the situation through his walkie talkie.

Taeyong grabbed the woman in the blink of an eye, holding her as a shield with the gun pressed against her temple. “If you come near me, she dies.”

The guards backed away and held their hands up. “Okay okay! Let her go, man.”

I will, but after I get my ring, he thought.

He pulled the worker behind the counter, keeping her in front of him, and ordered her again. She obeyed, the fear of having to die from his gun scariest than any other consequence she’d have to face later. “D-Do you want the r-ring casing?”

“Just the damn ring.”

She handed it over with shaky hands. He shoved it inside the pocket of his jeans and shot the two guards down. The woman screamed and he pushed her away.

“Chill. I won’t kill you unless you get in my way.”

He sprinted to your rooted spot where you silently watched the scene unfold. Taeyong pulled you out of your shock self when he grabbed your hand and darted for the exit, letting your feet automatically respond to his action.

“Pass me the car key,” he instructed.

You didn’t want to, not when he shot two people in front of your eyes. But you chose to trust him than get caught now that you were technically his partner in crime. You both rushed to your car with him diving into the driver’s seat while you in the passenger. The police sirens could be heard from a distance and Taeyong wasted no time and slammed on the accelerator without putting on his seatbelt.

He went over the speed limit, overtaking the slower cars in the lanes as he tried to widen the gap between him and the flashing red and blue lights. A red traffic light was fast approaching, and cars were lined up ahead. But the boy made no plans to pull the brakes.

“You need to slow down!” you screamed.

The pink haired peeked at the rearview mirror, spotting the cops not too far behind them.

“Taeyong, stop!” Right before he could touch the stopped vehicles, he swerved the car abruptly to the empty lanes.

The lanes for the opposite direction.

You pulled at your hair, close to losing your sanity. “Are you fucking trying to kill us?”

The cops took a while to decide on the next course of action before following suit. He smirked, pleased with himself. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m good at this.”

Traffic was ongoing perpendicular to your direction and you were horrified with what the psycho was planning to do next. Without slowing the speed, Taeyong sped through the intersection once spotting an opening. Cars screeched to a stop and honked at the maniac driver.

This was a nightmare.

The very nightmare that the pink haired found thrilling.

Once on a street clear of any other vehicles besides yours and the police, you shouted, “I’m feeling fucking sick!”

“Hang in there. The show’s almost over.”

Wait…

What?

He checked the rearview again and the spacing was perfect. There were only two cars after them, making it easy for his plan to work.

Taeyong slammed the brakes and turned the steering wheel all the way, spinning the car 360 degrees. You screamed and held onto the handle tightly, shutting your eyes.

“Hold the wheel,” he said.

“What?”

He grabbed your hand and placed it on the steering wheel. “Hold it,” he directed. After you did, Taeyong pushed your head below the windows, clear from his aim. He lowered the glass barriers and shot at an incoming auto, aiming perfectly at the one in front of the other which resulted it to swerve out of control. This caused the one behind it to collide and flip over onto its roof. And not too long after-

BAAM!

It exploded into flames, ending the chase.

Taeyong stepped out of your new car and you followed, slamming the door shut angrily. “Why the fuck did you do that?” Your eyes moisten from the intense anger that built up inside.

He rounded the vehicle and stopped in front of you, alarming you when he suddenly grabbed your hand.

You tried to yank your hand free, but his grip was tight. “What the hell are you doing?”

His hand dug in his pocket for the stolen ring and slid it onto your ring finger. “I got this for you,” he spoke quietly while admiring the beauty that rested on your hand.

Your rage died for a moment, puzzled that he’d do such a thing to get you a ring. “Why?” Tears fell from its place and you wailed. “Why did you do it?” You never asked for any of this, from the theft to the shootings, to him even changing your car at a dealership who he was well acquainted with.

Taeyong shrugged coolly as if it was no big deal. “Just felt like it. I saw it and I wanted to get it for you. Usually I steal cars, so be honoured that I stole a beauty like that for you.” He winked at you and walked inside your house.

You took a moment to scream your frustration out, almost kicking the car before deciding against it. Walking in, you found the boy sprawled on the sofa, eyes closed.

“If you wanted to get me it, then you should have paid for it like a normal person would!”

He peeked at you through one eye. “Do you know how much that’s worth?”

It was a no brainer that it was expensive. But exactly how much… “No.”

“Twenty-five grand.”

Talk about getting all the wind knocked out of your lungs. That was nearly how much you’d make in a year and you were not going to wear it.

Especially when it was involved in a criminal act.

You ripped it off your finger and chucked it at him. He swiftly caught it as if he expected that reaction from you.

“Get the fuck out of my house! And don’t you dare show me your face again!”

Taeyong slowly sauntered to you, a predatory look in his eyes. You backed away from him trying to keep a distance until your backside met the wall. He trapped you in his arms, resting his hands on either sides of your face and wore a smug smile. “I can. But what will happen to you?”

You blinked and attempted to gulp down the ball forming at the back of your throat. “W-What do you mean?”

He lifted one hand off and showed you the ring. “They’ll be looking for this and footage from the security cameras will show that there was a boy and a girl that left together with the ring.”

Oh crap.

“I’m an expert at running away without getting caught, sweetheart. But if you don’t want to get caught, then you’ll have to keep me around. I’ll make sure both of us will be safe.” Taeyong leaned close to your ear, whispering with a hot breath that sent a shiver down your spine, “It’s my specialty.”

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Old Flame, First Love - (Tierna Davidson x reader)

"Alright stop it" Casey says as she grabs my phone out of my hand. "Hey!" I whine trying to grab the phone out of her hand. But Casey shakes her head and moves my phone out of reach, "No I let you mope but I am not letting you stare at pictures of your ex in the build up to to Valentine's day".

I just huff and play with my fingers not looking at her. She just sighs as she sits next to me, "Look I know your upset. Everyone is after a breakup. But you can't keep pining after her. Your an incredible person T and she majorly fucked up because she lost an amazing person breaking up with you".

I smile at her softly leaning into her, "Thanks Case". She throws an arm around me giving me a quick hug, "Anytime T. Now c'mon a few of us are checking out this bakery whereby wanna come? Some baked goodies may help you feel better?" I smile, "Yeah just let me grab my stuff". We quickly grabbed our stuff before meeting some of the team down in the lobby. "We all set?" Alyssa asks as the the two of us walk towards the group. We nod before we start the walk.

You could see Casey trying to distract me from all the conversation of Valentine's Day as well as all the decorations in the passing stores. And while I did appreciate her effort it didn't seem to work.

"Is this it?" Julie asks as we come to a stop in front of a small colourful store. Ali checks her phone before nodding, "Yup this is it". I couldn't help but tilt my head at the sign. For some reason it sounded familiar. I just couldn't place it. "Cookie bro?" Casey sniggers looking at the sign. Ali shrugs, "They're huge here. They have really good reviews". "They can call themselves whatever they want as long as they're good" Ash shrugs.

The rest of us nod before entering the store. The store was fairly simple with a few tables which were all filled with what could only be described as extremely happy customers. There was a large display case filled with mouth watering goodies. The was a large section of cookie as well as cupcakes, donuts and so much more. "Damn these look good" Julie mumbles licking her lips. "I kinda want a bit of everything" Ali nods as her eyes dart from treat to treat.

I couldn't help but furrow my eyebrows as I look at the display case. Why did these look so familiar?" But it quickly came to me when I hear a voice coming from behind the counter that it suddenly hits me.

"Hello! Welcome to Cookie Bros! How can I-"

But she immediately stops and drops a bag of cookies on the counter staring at us, in particular me, wide eyed. I could see the girls tilt their head at her but I bite the inside of my cheek.

"Y/n?"

The girls looked between the two of us watching to see both of our reactions. I couldn't help but smile as I see that even after all these years she still did the thing where she bites her lip as she drums her fingers against the counter while she thinks. She then just gave me a weak smile picking up the bag she dropped and putting them to the side, "Hey T".

Julie looks between the two of us, "You know each other?" I bite my lip as Y/n just rubs the back of her neck sheepishly, "Uh yeah we go way back. All the way back to when T wanted to be an astronaut". I only nod before an awkward silence falls between us.

Almost as if we suddenly remembered that we weren't alone she clears her throat before tearing her eyes away away from me as I shuffle on my feet finding my shoes very interesting. "So what can I do for you all?" She asks smoothing out her apron which was covered in flour and other ingredients. "Well what do you have?" Ali asks peering through the display case.

Y/n's nervous persona just seemed to be wiped away as a smile spreads across her face as she moves behind the display case, "Well we have a big selection. Our main speciality's are cookies as the name suggests but we also do some delicious cupcakes and donuts if they tickle your fancy?" She opens the display case and pulls out a few different cookies and puts them on a tray pushing them towards us. All the girls pick a cookie and try it and their reaction was almost instantaneous.

"Oh my God! Bitch this is so good!" Ash exclaims as the rest hum in agreement. I'm about to pick one from the tray when a cookie is held in front of me wrapped in a napkin. I see Y/n standing there holding the red cookie out to me rubbing her head sheepishly.

I chuckle as I take the cookie from her, "It's good to see some things don't change". As I take a bite of the cookie I can't help but moan in delight as the familiar taste of red velvet fills my mouth. Y/n snorts, "Good to see you still have a sweet tooth. You always seemed to have a thing for my red velvet. Ironically".

Once again we both make eye contact before looking away with a light blush on our faces. I could see Casey raise an eyebrow at me before turning to Y/n, "This is amazing. What is it?"

Once again she clears her throat the blush dying down a bit, "That would be my s'more cookie". She starts pointing from one cookie to the next, "We do loads of different flavours. Oreo, Reese's chocolate, Aero Mint, Golden Swirl. We also have some special ones for Valentine's if your interested?"

"Is there a way to buy them all without getting into trouble with Dawn?" Ash asked licking her lips.

The others drift along the big display trying to decide what ones to pick out while I moved to the counter where Y/n was moving around stuff. "So you opened up your bakery just like you always wanted". She nods, "With a little help from my grandparents yeah". I bite the corner of my lip, "And your parents?" She gives me a weak smile, "Still the same homophobic assholes who call me once a month telling me they found a good husband for me to marry".

I put my hand on hers stopping her from moving stuff around the counter making her look after me, "I'm sorry Y/n/n". Her eyes focus on our hands before she sighs running her hand over her head smoothing out the stray fly aways away from her face, "It's okay. It hurt. A lot. But it's a lot better at my grandparents. They were a bit awkward at the start but they came around to it and they still love me so I'm happy". She chuckles lightly, "You should have seen my parent's face when I told them not only was I dropping out of college but I was also gay. I honestly thought they were about to have an aneurysm there and then".

I couldn't help but laugh as I picture it, "Yeah they were never the most open minded". She nods, "Yeah..." It was quiet for a bit as she just moved her thumb over the back of my hand making me squeeze her hand lightly. "It's good to see you doing so good" I whisper. I could see her suck in the side of her cheek biting the inside of it, another thing she has kept from childhood, "Well it's like you said, the world keeps spinning even if you don't want it too". I couldn't hold back the wince as I remember the last conversation we had before I left for college, "Y/n..."

But she quickly shakes her head, "It's okay T. You don't owe me anything...I wish it could have just ended differently I guess". I didn't even know what to say after that. What could I even say after that?

But I didn't even get the chance as the girls walk back over to us. I step back as they all tell Y/n what orders they wanted. I wait as Y/n boxes up all their orders and they pay. Once they're all done we start heading for the door before I'm called back, "Hey T!"

I turn to see Y/n holding up a box for me, "Some of your favorites and a few extra for your teammates". I take the box from her with a smile as our fingers brush lightly, "Thanks Y/n/n". She just returns the smile, "Anything for my favorite taste tester. I-it was good seeing you again T". I smile softly at the girl, "Yeah you too". She nods slowly before disappearing back behind the counter leaving me to leave with the girls.

We have barely stepped out of the store when all the girls turned to me, "What?" Casey smirks at me, "What was that?" I try to shrug it off, "What was what?" Julie rolls her eyes, "What was up between you and the bakery girl back there?" I shrug not looking any of them directly in the eye, "She's just somebody I knew a long time ago". Ali scoffed, "Looked a bit more than someone you just knew". Casey nods before turning to me, "Did you use to date?"

I lick my lips, "Not exactly..." I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I sighed, "We were best friends. We had a....thing? Between us for senior year but it never went anywhere". "Why not?" Julie asks tilting her head at me. I start to twist the ring on my finger around, "We....look we were...we were both heading for different colleges. I didn't think it was going to work out. It just wasn't going to work between us".

Casey raises an eyebrow at me, "Why do I feel there's more?" I sigh again, "She was the first girl I liked. Practically the reason I realised I was gay".

The group stopped and looked at me. "Woah" Ali mumbles, "that's pretty heavy". I nod, "Yeah". "Well it's obvious that she still has feelings for you" Alyssa comments earning nods of agreement from the others.

But I quickly shut it down, "No. There's no way she still likes me". Casey gives me a look, "T anyone with eyes could see she is still interested in you". "Trust me there's no way she likes me after how I left it". But before they could question me further we step into the lobby only to be seen by Kelley and Sonnett who immediately lock on the bakery boxes.

"Oh what did you get!" Sonnet asks trying to look into the box. Before I could ever say anything Kelley already snatches one out of the box, "Hey!" She pouts at me, "Please T. Cardinals forever..." I sigh, "Fine but don't touch the red velvet ones". Kelley and Sonnet both shove a cookie in their mouths and moan in delight. "These are so good! Where did you get them?" Kelley asks trying to go for another before I pull the box out of her reach.

Julie smirks, "Ask Tierna. She'll probably get you some free seeing as she knows the owner". But of course Kelley and Sonnet catch the teasing under tone and grin wildly at the redhead defender who narrows her eyes at her red stars teammate.

"Ohhhh. Baby T have a crushhhhhhh" Sonnett grins. Kelley wiggles her eyebrows at me, "Did T find someone to be her valentine?" I blush and shove past them, "Shut up". As I went back to my room one thing was for sure.

AJ was definitely no longer on my mind

............

"Happy Valentine's Day!"

Tierna plastered on a fake smile as she watches all the girls with their partners. As a surprise Vlatko had all the girls partners flown in to celebrate Valentine's Day. He had sent me an apologetic smile which I only shrugged off returning it with a smile. I slumped back in my chair playing around on my phone.

Just when I think it couldn't get worst Alyssa nudges my side.

"Delivery for Valtko?"

I gasp as my head snaps up at the voice. Only to be met with the familiar y/e/c orbs. She was standing by the door carrying several boxes donned in her casual clothes with her jeans a muscle tee and her trademark plait shirt. But my gaze is pulled away by Sonnett.

"That's who Tierna was talking about?" Sonnet chokes out. Lindsey lets out a low whistle looking Y/n up and down as I glare at the two blondes. "Well done Baby T" Kelley mumbles watching as Y/n sets down the boxes only to be smacked in the back of the head by her girlfriend.

They were right. Y/n looked great. Back when they were younger she was more slim and skinny. But now she was taller and a lot more built. It seemed that carrying heavy bags of flour did wonders for Y/n upper body. The girl looked like she could have been fighting in the UFC for Christ's sake. Which made it kinda funny to see her stand there awkwardly not knowing what to do.

"Hey Y/n!" Casey shouted waving her over. "What are you doing?" I mutter as Y/n makes her way over to the table scratching her head, "Uh hey again". I smile at her, "Hey Y/n". She shuffles on her feet, "Uh I delivered a bunch of Valentine's treats. I guess Valtko ordered them after he heard you guys talking about them yesterday". "You made these?" Kelley's girlfriend asks holding up a cookie which had melted chocolate on the top with sprinkles and the little love hearts on top. Y/n nods shyly. "These are awesome!" Kelley smiles at the young baker. Y/n blushes as the team and their partners voices their agreements, "I-its nothing really".

"Why don't you join us? I'm sure Tierna would enjoy the company" Julie asks from her seat beside her husband. Y/n bites her lip, "I-I wouldn't want to impose. Where's your girlfriend?" Now it's my turn to bite my lip, "We broke up...."

Her eyes widen, "O-oh I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't mean to..."

But I shake my head with a small smile, "It's fine wanna sit?" She slowly sits in the only chair available which is the one beside me. Conversation flowed around the table. Except for between us. Neither of us really knew how to start a conversation between us. But of course my teammates caught on and included us into their conversation helping us to at least communicate between each other.

But it was when Kelley suggested Couple games that I turned to Y/n, "Wanna go for a walk?" She nodded and we both fled from the meal room and away would could have only been a horrible attempt to deveal into our past and walk to the small garden at the back of the hotel.

We walked quietly for a bit before I stopped and turned to the baker, "I never got to apologise to you..." She just shrugs though, "You have nothing to apologise for". I shake my head, "I do".

I take a deep breath, "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how I handled things between us. It wasn't fair on you. I hope you know I only wanted you to be happy". She scoffs kicking a small stone with the toe of her shoe, "That's rich". I study her side profile as she stare in front of her, "For someone who wanted me to be happy, you really didn't take my feelings into account". She stops and looks at me fully, "I know we were both still figuring things out at the start and that was fine. But the more time that passed the more certain I was about my feelings for you. But you were still figuring it out and that was okay cause I was willing to wait for you. All the sneaking around and hiding it from everyone that was okay because I had you..."

"I waited the entire Senior year not wanting to push you but being happy to have a part of you. I was okay with all of it. What I wasn't okay about was the fact you didn't even give us a chance..." I pursue my lips as she continued, "As soon as college rolled around we broke up. Well I suppose we didn't seeing as we didn't even start". It was now I could see tears welling up in her eyes, "You gave up on us before we even had even begun".

I shrug helplessly, "You were right. You had waited for me for so long and I still wasn't sure but by the time I had figured everything out....it was too late. We were heading off to college, on the other side of the country from each other. I just couldn't ask you to wait any longer for me....I didn't want to risk losing you so I thought it would be better to end it there. And just let you forget about me".

She just scoffs again, "You really thought I would just forget about you?" Her lips part I'm disbelief, "You were the first girl I had ever liked...My first Love". She shakes her head at me, "It's not that easy T".

"I didn't want to have these feelings at first either. They're scary. But they're scary because they're exciting. And I get it, the fear of letting someone in, getting close to somebody and just not working out. I was terrified but I was willing to take that chance for you. I was willing to accept that fear for you". She threw her hands up, "Instead you left me brokenhearted. The one person I thought would never hurt me, hurt me the most".

I bite my lip trying to ward off the tears, "It was only after I left you that I realise what I had truly done. How badly I had screwed up. But I couldn't go back, not after what I had done to you. I tried to convince myself that I was doing it for us to save us from hurting each other in the future but what I ended up doing was so much worst. All because I didn't want to admit that I was in love with you".

Both of us stood there with tears streaming down our faces. I licked my lips stepping towards her moving my hands up to her face slowly. Just like his we use to when we were younger. She leaned into my hand but with a pained expression on her face almost as if my touch hurt her. "Please don't" she croaks out, "don't give me false hope. It'll only hurt more". But I shake my head gently, "I won't. I'm not". She looked straight into my eyes, "Promise me. Promise me you won't leave again". I lean my forehead against hers, "I Promise. I promise I won't". My eyes flicker down to her lips and back up to her eyes. I try to find any bit of hesitance or doubt but I don't find any. I slowly start to lean in giving her enough time to pull away. But she doesn't and our lips meet. Her hands go to my waist as my hands cup her face trying to show how sorry I was through the kiss.

The only reason I pulled away was due to lack of oxygen. But when I opened my eyes I couldn't help but giggle as I see her eyes still closed as her chest heaved with breaths. I look around us until I land on a patch of flowers. I try to walk over to them but Y/n's grip tightens as her eyes flutter silently begging not to go.

But I just chuckle and kiss her cheek giving her a reassuring smile before slipping out of her arms. I pluck a flower from the patch and turn to her. "I know I can't take back what I did. But can we at least start over?" I can see her bite the corner of her lip before a soft smile spreads across her face, "Only if you'll be my valentine?" I grin and nod, "Deal". She takes the flower gingerly from my hand before pulling me in by the waist and kissing me again. I yelp before smiling into the kiss. When she pulled back she kissed my forehead, "Happy Valentine's Red velvet". I chuckle at the old nickname after my favorite of her creations.

"Happy Valentine's day Chocolate Chip".

Hey guys!!! I know this is late but it was longer than the other one and....yeah? But it's done now so yeah.... honestly I had another idea but I might leave it for a while and tweak it a bit. I know this isn't the best but nowadays I'm running on fumes. Anyways I hope you enjoy. Until next time, bye!!!

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