#comin to get youuuu

[ralfmaximus]

The agency is focused on how Apple has used its control over its hardware and software to make it more difficult for consumers to ditch the company’s devices, as well as for rivals to compete, said the people, who spoke anonymously because the investigation was active. Specifically, investigators have examined how the Apple Watch works better with the iPhone than with other brands, as well as how Apple locks competitors out of its iMessage service. They have also scrutinized Apple’s payments system for the iPhone, which blocks other financial firms from offering similar services, these people said.

Anybody heard of this 'Apple' company? They seem pretty shady.

[pinkmirth]

nfl reiner braun tears his alc and requests the best surgeon to work on it. he gets, youuuu, sweet smelling pink doctor coat wearing you and he can’t even take you serious when you’re going over his chart or requesting to feel the muscle with those pink gloves on. you even look younger than him and he’s telling you: “darlin’, listen… im a big deal around here and i need someone to help fix me not give me a boner.” or something like that and you almost don’t have the heart to tell him that you’re the best that there’s ever been at this hospital.

RECOVERY, reiner braun !

୨୧ — pairing: footballer!reiner braun x fem!reader

୨୧ — synopsis: this doctor’s got a hardheaded patient! it’ll take some effort to convince him of your effectiveness . . .

୨୧ — contains: ( 1.4k words of . . . ) modern au, slight nsfw (more like suggestive!), footballer!reiner, surgeon!reader, fem!reader (black coded), reiner has an ACL tear, reiner’s touch-deprived/sexually frustrated, rei’s kindaaa conceited (just a little bit!), palming, minors shoo!

୨୧ — mira’s note: ramona, my love! i adore all your reiner concepts, they’re always sooo perfect 🎀 thank youuu for sharing your rei-rei thoughts with me :) now here’s a lil drabble for my gorgeous man! (not really proofread thoroughly, i apologize for any typos or mistakes!)

isopropyl.

it’s all that reiner can smell. he’s a healthy man, he hardly belongs here— in this chilled surgeon office with the most pale, unflattering lighting. the parchment-like exam table paper rustles beneath him with every stretch and maneuver he makes, and his weight is enough to pry a creak out of the treatment table every now and again.

a recurring clack of footsteps and the whine of the door lets reiner know that you, the ‘sexy doctor lady from earlier’ has returned from reading his screenings. he wasn’t able to catch your name amidst the splitting pain from his acl tear, so that’ll make do in the meantime.

you set down your clipboard and turn to face him. your dear patient appears a bit mussed from the big game that took place earlier— his golden hair’s all fluffy and wild, that red football uniform of his is streaked with the green of the field, and his left cheekbone got a little scratch somehow. you’ll make sure to dab that with rubbing alcohol later.

“your vitals are well above average.” you commend. his reply’s a mere grunt. he can’t bring himself to take you seriously. just fucking look at you; pink latex gloves pulled over manicured hands, welcoming eyes all doe and shiny, with a sweet glossed smile that he won’t forget for days to come. he hates having to meet such a beauty under these grim circumstances– after all, you’re the kind of woman he’d take out on a date.

“lucky for you, mister braun, your injury isn’t a complete tear . . . so your recovery time shouldn’t be too long. it’ll last about six months, give or take.”

he isn’t listening.

reiner isn’t even sure of when he began to space out; your lips are just so plush, so alluring. his surname sounds sweeter than it should when falling from your mouth. before long, you clear your throat. it’s enough to snap him out of it. “i’d appreciate your undivided attention, sir. we’re currently going over your healing plan— ”

“lemme ask you, sugar,” he interjects with a low rasp. reiner braun’s well known around these parts, and you can only assume that being such a big deal has gotten to his head. what he says next throws you off, “when’s the real doctor comin’ in, hm?” it’s hard to remain professional, but you do. no furrowed brows, no scrunched up face— nothing but a tight, forced smile.

you suck in a breath through your nose, maintaining composure. “what makes you think it isn’t me, mister braun?” he can hear the tinge of vexation in your voice. clearly, this footballer has struck a chord or two.

“you’ve got pink gloves on, barbie.” he snarks out a laugh, just a bit mean. he’s much too handsome for such a condescending tone.

you bring a gloved hand flat to his chest, pushing reiner back into the examination table. his breath catches in his throat when you knead your fingers into his thigh, right where the tear resides beneath firm muscle. you’re assertive, and goddamn, does he love it.

“i’m your doctor.” you assure, voice firm. he groans out at the calculated pressure; it feels good. makes the throb of pain fade, just a bit.

“you’ll have to put some faith in me, hm?” your tone is warm, words soft and patient in a way he doesn’t deserve. reiner can’t lie, it was crass of him to have undermined you that way.

“my apologies, doc.” he addresses you in the rightest way he can. it’s his tiny little way of making amends.

“so, how long— fuck, how long did ‘ya study for?” reiner tries for small talk, voice low and shaken. you’d like to believe that whatever left his lips just now wasn’t a moan. no, it was more like . . . a groan of pain, perhaps?

“about six years. graduated early,” no wonder you look just about his age, if not younger. all his previous doctors were just as old as his parents.

“smart and pretty, huh?” he graces you with a feeble grin, a white gleam of teeth surrounded by neatly trimmed stubble. it’s safe to say that he’s your hottest patient up to date.

you continue on with prodding into the thick meat of his left thigh, and those throaty whines of his make you feel a way you simply shouldn’t.

it’s been a while since reiner’s been touched this way. he knows it’s just a regular inspection for his stupid injury, but he can’t recall the last time a woman’s splayed their hands on his body. he’s always busy with football this, training that. there’s never any time remaining for hook-ups, talkless of a relationship. that being said, it isn’t long before he begins to grow excited.

“m— mister braun,” you call out, voice airy, “you seem a little, um . . . worked up.”

“huh?” his eyes flit up to meet yours. you lock onto his honey-brown pools of desperation.

nothing else is uttered. you wordlessly direct your gaze towards his crotch, and give him a knowing look. reiner finally catches on— he fucking knew he felt his bottoms getting tight. hesitantly, the blonde lifts his head to peer down at his pants. surely enough, a boner’s prodding at the centering cloth of his football shorts.

“goddamn,” he drops his head back onto the examination table, bashfully throwing his forearm over his eyes. humiliation eats at the proud man, reducing him to a jumble of hormones.

you can hardly bring yourself to contain your chuckle, which makes his reddened cheeks burn further. it seems that his bodily reaction to your skilled hands has given him a sense of humility at best, and embarrassment at worst.

“i’ve never been appointed to a lady before . . .” is his hushed excuse. he’s still got his eyes shielded with his arm— he can’t even fucking bear to look at you. it’ll only spur him on further.

‘i turn you on?’ is what you’re just longing to question him. you know that you do— he’s been looking at your lips with bated breath since he got here. not to mention the peeks he’d taken at your ass whenever you turned around to read his chart or grab a cotton ball.

it’s quite bold of you— more like dangerous— to bring your ministrations upwards, closer to the ache under his pants. you’d tell yourself to stay on task, but professionalism has long been thrown out the window.

your gloved hands trail mischievously, placed directly atop reiner’s hard-on. warmth radiates from your palm, and you squeeze. his eyes blink shut, hips gently bucking upwards. his tear burns from beneath his skin, but he doesn’t fucking care. he bets he could cum from your hands alone.

reiner eventually manages to pull his arm away from blocking his viewpoint, chest heaving with every passing second. if you were to use your stethoscope on him, his heartbeat would be nothing short of erratic.

“trust me, mister braun,” is your reassuring whisper, “you’re in good hands.”

[teddybeartoji]

it’s time for my pre-bed Mickey word spiel 😣

mickeymickey imagine comin home from a long day at work and you go to the bedroom and Satoru’s there’s all prettied up for you, with some soft baby pink makeup and matching lingerie (I couldn’t pick just one they were all so cute so imagine a pretty combo of them all!!)

and he’s just so excited for you to be home, looking so cute and handsome as he grins up at you !! Beckoning you over so that he could kiss you all over in the soft pink lip gloss he’s wearing !!!

“hiii, pretty boyyy! i missed youuuu!!!”

“i just wanted to get dressed up pretty for you, give you some lovin’!”

“shhh, don’t bring up the fact my dick doesn’t fit in the bottoms, we can address that later, tell me about your day while you change into your matching outfit!”

“yes we have to match makeup too!! i practiced all day in the bathroom. at least put the lip gloss on? it’s strawberry flavored !!!”

he literally just wants to get pretty with you and call you all kinds of sweet names because handsome boys deserve to feel pretty too 🥺🥺 !!!

I– AH! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! WHAT!!!!! THE FUCK!!!!!! LUNAR MY LOVE YOU HAVE. NO IDEA. HOW THIS MADE ME FEEL AND I'M AFRAID THAT I SIMPLY DO NOT HAVE THE VOCABULARY TO EXPLAIN IT EITHER. UDJEKFVFKDBDKFJDKSJDKEJEKWNFKDNGKKDKFKDKGKDKGKKDKCOSNGLWBRKWBGKWKGKWKNGKENFJW

HE WOULD LOOK SO FUCKING GOOD IN ALL OF THESE FUCKING OUTFITS. AND THEN THE MAKEUP?????? HIM PRACTICING IT FOR MEEEEEE????????????? I AM 1000% TAKING THIS ONE VERY PERSONALLY AS YOU CAN TELLMMMMMMMMMMMMM YEAH NO HE WOULD LOVE TO CALL HIS BELOVED A PRETTY BOY WOULDN'T HE? AND HE LOVES IT IF YOU CALL HIM THAT TOO!!!!!!!

pls..... he'd help you put on the outfit and then sit on your lap, applying the lip gloss to your lips before just pressing his mouth to yours bc he caaaaaan't wait. he's so fucking excited to have you under him, he's soooooo excited to make you feel good🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴MMMMMMMM LUNARRRRRR I FUCKING LOVE YOU I'VE THOUGHT ABT THIS EVER SINCE YOU SENT ME IT LIKE I CAN'T GET HIM OUT OF MY HEADDDDDD MY BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BOY<333333333

[foolshoujo]

Happy birthday, Farllee! You're always an absolute delight on the dash, and I love seeing the shenanigans you and Minako get up to. Incredible writer and character both. I hope you have a wonderful day! <3

ahhhh thank you icy 🎉💜 that means a whole lot comin' from youuuu 🥺 ur paris is so fab & ur the best at chattin' with min/ako loves her puppetpal !

[iheardarumorthings]

Hiiiiiiiiii!

I have become with another request for you to interpret and write perfectly-

literally anyone (your choice, surprise me :)) x reader, where the reader just joined the crows and feels lonely and outcast but that person helps make them feel more at home?

thank youuuu! <3

HI AGAIN!! I MISS YOU!! I HOPE YOU LOVE IT!! it's really short and all and i'm not sure if it's absolutely amazing, but i really hope you love it. <33

Why Don't You Talk?

Is it possible to feel alone in a crowded room?

You were asked this as a child quite a few times. You, being an optimist for at least that once, had said “No. You have everyone around you.”

You wanted to tell that kid the truth, prepare them for the real world. Prepare them for whatever lay ahead. Your loneliness. Lack of friends.

It was times like this that you missed the Little Palace, you had friends there.

Kaz Brekker, being ever interested in people that could help him get money, had recruited you for your Squaller abilities. Eventually, you worked your way up to the top six. They didn’t look at you like they looked at one another, though.

But that was fine. They had been through hell and back together. But you couldn’t help but feel left out, outcast.

Abandoned.

~*~

Once again you were alone. If anyone looked inside the window, some apparition or ghost, they’d see camaraderie. They wouldn’t see the puzzle piece that came from another box. They wouldn’t see you.

You raised the bottle to your lips, taking a swig.

“And I said, ‘better watch it pal! Dirtyhands is comin’ to town!’”

What were they talking about again? It was time to laugh, you supposed. Time to look like you were having fun, maybe let them see that you could be likeable.

If that was what they were even thinking.

Hell, they even liked Kaz. You, no offense to Kaz, were at least a little more approachable than he was. But Kaz has done so much for them.

What have you done?

Nothing. They had no reason not to like you, nor to like you. You were just the seventh wheel.

“Hey, I’m going to call it a night,” you announced, turning toward the door.

“Be ready for tomorrow night, (Y/N).”

You turned to Kaz and nodded your assent just before you bid everyone goodnight and walked out the door.

~*~

“Why don’t you talk?” a voice from the window asked. You jumped, turning toward it. Inej. The Wraith. The Queen of the Barrel.

Kaz’s Queen of the Barrel.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I think you do. You sit there, laughing when appropriate, polite. You don’t talk. I’m curious. Why?”

“No one asked me any questions. No one talks to me.”

Understanding flashed in her eyes. “Ah. An introvert.”

Yes, you supposed so. The general rule, so you didn’t embarrass yourselves in front of the Crows, was that you don’t talk unless you were talked to.

“You’re here for a reason, you know. Kaz thinks that you could fit into the dynamic, he wouldn’t just throw you in with us without a reason.”

Did they talk about you?

“And, no, before you ask, we have not talked about you. And when we have, it was all good things, don’t worry,” she smiled. “Hey, are you available tomorrow morning? Nina and I grab waffles sometimes and we would like you to join us.”

You smiled, “I’m free.”

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

HeLLoOoOoooo

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO

* puts infinite more o's *

I misssshhhh youuu

Why did you move awayyyyyyyy?!

Do you realize the pain and trauma this has caused me?!

INCONSIDERATE TOAD

AWWWWW

I can never stay mad at you for longgg

I love youuuu

I have an idea

As we're both single pringles, will you be my friend-valentine? Ik 14th Feb is a long time away, BUT STILL?!

I can already picture us on a friend date

Hey Adri! Happy friend-valentines!

Hi Princess!

......

What?

Where's my gift, Adri?

.....we were doing gifts?

* sighs * yes

Did you get me anything?

Oh, honey

???

You get me store bought gifts, and give you homemade ones

Heh?

For example, you get me a Mercedes

Oh, yeah that sounds easy

Glad to hear it. I give you a hug

As my gift?

As your gift

.......

Dafuq is this

Jk! Ily Princess! Ik you'd never do this!

But

Speaking of awesome vehicles....ma birthday's comin up

Just sayin

[coweggomelet]

volume 6 lads

from what i remember this one is similar to 4 in that it gives us a bit of an emotional break

don’t get me wrong i know there’s some stuff but i think overall it’s a little less intense

- ahhhh they’re all fighting together againnn it feels so right

- hey. hey yang and blake. i’m gonna need you to stop. cause my little heart can’t take it

- this dude really was challenged once and had a full blown murder tantrum. that’s fragility my guy

- ruby is SO CUTE look at her little happy face

- oh yeah. take a train. you guys have a great track record with trains

- i also keep getting like three versions of the same ad about getting vaccinated and it’s got all these workers from tv & movie sets and it’s so awkward this one guy looks so annoyed during his whole part

- it’s not just the turrets y’all oz is withholding shit once again

- don’t fuckin shove my boy!!

- i love that qrow immediately steps back when ruby comes forward. like he 100% respects not only her authority as a team leader but also her ability to solve situations and talk to people. he knows man. he knows his niece is something else

- MARIAAAAA MY GIRLL YES

- uh oh the train crashed. who could’ve seen that coming

- cinder really is just too angry and spite filled to die isn’t she

- hehe maria you’re funny

- it’s so funny that oz is still refusing to tell them everything knowing that everything is revealed in the next episode

- oh oz. i know he was your friend. but all these kids saw was the insane amount of harm and death he caused. trying to defend him to them is not gonna go well

- oscaarrr i love you!! you’re so good!!

- oooo chills

- uuugghh i love jinn she’s so cool

- oz. my dude. the ship has sailed. you can’t stop this anymore

- this, my friends, is what we call a lore episode

- this whole sequence gives me chills it’s so gooood

- eurgh i hate how the god of darkness moves like i get it it’s part of the aesthetic but you really don’t need to do that it’s creepy

- salem was so smart to use a super powerful sibling rivalry to get what she wanted

- she really didn’t deserve to watch the love of her live just get revived and killed over and over again

- jeez the gods are assholes. they’re all oooohh maintain balance and then they torture a woman who just wanted her husband back by making her live forever. for what??? for daring to be smart?? ugh

- c’mon gods you gotta respect the hustle

- you think that making someone immortal will make them realize the importance of life and death?? idiots

- god her face

- she’s so smart what the FUCK

- “the hearts of men are easily swayed” really reminds me of galadriel’s “the hearts of men are easily corrupted” in lotr

- a couple hundred humans attack them and the god of darkness decides “you know what? i’m gonna eliminate all of humanity. that feels like the right choice. yeah. i feel good about this.”

- the fact that salem wasn’t even like… a real villain until she tried to kill herself in order to escape her torture and suffering and the grimm juice made her Big Mad

- like it wasn’t even her, it was the grimm juice. i really do believe that without that she wouldn’t have become salem the Villain

- i’m sorry i don’t know a ‘deathly hallows’ i only know the relics

- ohhh fuck i forgot about this!!! oh rwby’s totally gonna end with the gods judging humanity when the relics are brought together. maybe not end end but it’s definitely gonna be close to the end and it’ll be a Big Thing where they strategize about how to convince the gods that humanity is good

- obviously the first maidens weren’t their kids but boy is there a theme going on here. and maybe even something plot relevant cause their kids could do magic

- all the main characters being able to witness this and us seeing their reactions is such a good touch like god, the impact of this reality is so much heavier because we get to see the characters actually affected by it react to watching it unfold before them

- ohhh my boy. you didn’t deserve this burden before but now that you know fully what it means you really don’t deserve it. i mean look at him!!!

- oh qrow!!! you are doing good! i mean i get it, your whole world’s been shattered and the man you gave your life to lied to you about a lot of important shit but you are doing good i promise!!

- fuck yeah maria use your sassy wise old lady authority

- oh god emerald you poor thing you’re just a babey— oh god i felt salem’s hand on emerald’s shoulder fuck dude this show is so effective

- truly, this is a master class in manipulation

- uh oh salem your ex is back

- UH OH ITS THE FARM RUN YALL

- i like that weiss is wearing what looks like very thin tights, a strapless dress, a lil jacket thing, and the animators said “here she’s got a scarf she’s warm now”

- ruby didn’t kill torchwood y’all, he got chomped. like a lil bitch

- oh god this episode

- yaaaayyy

- before this episode my friend went “you ready for some horror?” and was grinning

- oh yeeeaaah the corpses. lovely

- god as soon as they opened the door to where the cellar entrance is it immediately started affecting weiss

- oh the DOOR nope no thank you get the fuck OUT

- watching this show with my friend was also the origin of me being sad cause this shit is sad and her going “oh i’m having a great time” and this episode in particular she was enjoying herself WAY TOO MUCH if you ask me

- little jump scares kept getting me and she LAUGHED and said “that got you?!?” YES it DID i’m a WUSS

- oh the journals!!! the way they incorporated that was so interesting and added SUCH good creepiness and suspense without giving it all away or ramping it up too fast

- ruby’s so good i love her!!

- uuugghh it’s getting them already how haven’t they noticed???

- the eyes got me good the first time

- their weird fuckin attitudes were the creepiest part of this episode

- ruby said not my friends you bitches

- mariaaaa i love you you’re so smart

- god when they’re reading from the journal at the very end…

- neo’s so tiny!!

- talk about some girlbosses 

- MARIAAAAA YOURE SUCH A BADASS i love her backstory

- love her outfit too

- OOOO THE FUCKIN CROCODILE CLOCK LADY ooooo this is so cooooool

- the ticking!!!!

- oh maria you poor thing. but also you’re so smart like that was such a good move

- aww haha qrow’s a fan. awww he based his weapon off hers!! we love a fanboy

- “i wanted to be as good as the grimm reaper.” “well, im nothing but a disappointment, so you’re well on your way” DAMN MARIA SAVAGE

- oh nice they made to argus! NOW SHOW ME THE BABY

- “CUTE BOY OZ” me too nora

- THE BAAAABBYYYY

- and jaune’s sister and her wife!! I LOVE THEIR GAY LIL FAMILY

- yang is good with kids. marry me

- YOURE GODDAMN RIGHT THATS A BABY AND I LOVE HIM

- HUN!! god i love saph and terra

- “shut up there’s food!” heh me too ruby

- aahhh cordo

- she and maria are totally exes who had a bad breakup and now they hate each other. a tenzin/lin situation if you will

- jaune… my boy… i know you’re angry but oscar is really trying his best

- “i don’t know anything” me neither ruby

- wait cinder didn’t have her grimm arm yet so how did ruby’s ability trigger?

- uh oh my boy’s missing

- remember when you were having fun being the bad guy emerald. remember that. it’s almost like… it was only fun for you cause cinder was there

- it makes me so sad that not only did emerald actually believe that cinder cared about her, but she actually considered cinder family and her emotional health was so connected to cinder being there

- “all you ever learned was pain and violence and now you’re too afraid to leave it” tyrian excuse me i’m the one with the commentary and analysis that’s rude stay in your lane

- oh god oh fuck. the pyrrha statue is comin up isn’t it

- AH FUCK THE LEAF

- oh there she is. my love

- i still wanna know who this lady is. like she’s even the same voice actor as pyrrha. and she’s got red hair. i don’t think pyrrha ever talked about family members, but my money’s on her mom

- this moment fuckin got me dude. i was doing the full tearing up, lil sniffles, choked up thing. uuuuggghh

- god they love each other so much

- i am NOT gonna cry again

- oh qrow. you poor thing

- THE BABYYYY HI ADRIAN DO YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU

- young man!! you scared us half to death! do you know what time it is??

- his lil outfit i i looovveee hiiimm

- oscarrr!! you’re so sweet!!

- THE CASSEROLE

- FUCK YEAH RUBY TELL HIM

- qrow’s like… damn. ruby’s right

- here we goooo infiltration time

- oh FUCK yeah they kill adam soon

- adrian what a smart babyyyy i love youu

- hehehehehe maria is luggage

- honestly this is such a good plan it just goes to shit cause these kids can’t catch a fuckin break

- y’all need. to stop. looking. at each other. like that.

- qrow stop being emo

- mariaaaa i love youuuu you’re such a great old lady

- uh ohhhh problems with blake

- i would love it if they used qrow’s semblance strategically. like in some sort of heist/infiltration situation, sending him behind enemy lines to fuck up their luck

- ruby’s so good at speeches

- depressed? feeling bad about yourself? feeling emo and riddled with guilt? just get a Ruby Speech(TM) and you'll be cured!

- qrow’s face

- oh yeaaaahhh big metal guy

- cordo

- hey cordo

- are you uh

- maybe takin it a lil too far

- why are so many atlas military people so fuckin intense with maintaining order and big shows of power and controlling other people???

- ADAM YOU BITCH YOURE GONNA DIE

- yeah you’re a source of trauma for her but GUESS WHAT SHE HAS A SUPPORT SYSTEM

- at this point dude it’s real pathetic how obsessed with blake you are

- thank god for auras or falling damage would be a much bigger problem

- cordo can you maybe chill

- weiss earthbended!!

- jaune you’re so smart

- ren said things may be complicated but boy oh boy do i care about that strong lightning lady

- “rightfully in charge??” shut up cordo and go be gay with maria

- noooo her fun coat!!

- oooo Dramatic waterfalls

- YES BITCH IM SO PROUD OF YOU YOUVE LEARNED SO MUCH

- adam i’ll kill you

- YEEEAHHHH WHAT AN ENTRANCE YANG MARRY MEEEE

- aaaaggghh the music holy shit

- i love how the fight scenes progress through the volumes it’s so cool

- the parallels between yang and adam are also really interesting. like their semblances, their tendency to lead with strong emotions. interesting

- ooooo he doesn’t like when they look at each other hehehehehe SHE HAS A GIRLFRIEND NOW BITCH HAHA

- HOLDING HAANDSSS THEYRE SO GAY

- he’s so basic too. like he looks like a frat boy.

- y’all do your jobs. there’s a big water boy coming but you don’t know cause you’re too busy being goddamn bootlickers

- oscar is so smart and ruby is so brave i love themmm

- uh oh cordo it’s a ruby speech watch out

- ya she is nuts

- THEYRE GONNA WIN CAUSE THEYRE IN LOVE

- ya but you’re a bitch adam and yang is fuckin amazing

- I LOVE THIS FIGHTTTT

- yeet the blake

- FUCK YEAH YANG GET HIM

- i fucking love that they killl him with the pieces of blake’s weapon. like there’s something to that. they kill him with the pieces of a thing he destroyed

- if he wasn’t dead enough he got crunched too

- I LOVE THEM

- hahahahaaaaa cordo they got you

- yeah cordo!!! argus is danger cause you were more worried about fucking “proving the might of atlas” or whatever against some teenagers you fool

- ohhhh shiiiittt cinder’s atlas outfit!! they’re going to a super cold snowy place and cinder said you know what i should wear short shorts and a sleeveless top with super tall boots and a lil cape. that’ll work. and she’s right. it does. have i mentioned i love cinder?

- uh oh big boy swims watch out

- cordo shut up this your own fuckin hubris

- god cordo’s desperation is so heartbreaking

- when are people gonna learn to trust ruby and her friends man

- their willingness to keep fighting and risk their lives and also a Ruby Speech(TM) made cordo believe in them which i love

- i love jinn she likes lil ruby and her friends

- hi summerrrr

- cordoooo i’m so proud of you. she gave up part of this insane symbol of atlas’s power to help ruby and her friends. like she put aside her own ego and i’m so proud of her

- fuck yeah!!!

- awww such a good uncle

- damnnn atlas is gorgeous

- even mercury is terrified by salem’s weird grimm shit

- the fuckin wicked witch with her flying gorillas

[vangoddamn]

Quarantine shenanigans

Requested Bondy Quarantine fic! Anon I love youuuu and I got your hint so hot Bondy it is <3 ‘Disclaimer’ tea is dinner btw cause I know you southerners say it wrong..... tehe luv you tho!

Warnings: Smut...tehe But like genuine I’m going to hell because of this

He sat in the corner of the room. Happily reading some odd novel you’d bought him when you stumbled across an old bookshop a while ago, a look of concentration on his face that you always found cute. Now he had the time to catch up on his reading he had fished this one out, making you pleased that he was enjoying it.

The past weeks had been similar to this. Johnny lazily sprawled out on the couch reading up about something profoundly weird. Every so often breaking the comfortable silence, reading a passage of confusing text which made you both laugh. Sometimes he’d surprise you with a mug of tea or a serenade on the guitar or piano and tear you away from your own pass times.

You’d been annoyingly bored, finding consolation in your Nintendo switch or novel you had been attempting to write. You switched between the two resorting to annoying Johnny when you became increasingly restless. He was fun to tease and even more fun to spend quarantine with and you were glad you were with him.

This particular afternoon was sweltering and you could feel the sweat dripping from your forehead. You didn’t know if you were most annoyed with the heat or that Johnny seemed to be blissfully unaware of it. So with a huff, you gave up on the words in front of you, setting your laptop down.

“I’m bored” You moaned, dragging each word out, stealing the book out of your boyfriends hands, placing it on the cabinet to your left. You positioned yourself on top of him, straddling him with your arms crossed and brows furrowed in annoyance.

“Ah come on sweet cheeks” He chuckled, now with a look of amusement. His hands went to your waste, rubbing up and down your thighs, giving you tingles. “how about we make tea?” He looked hopeful to relieve your boredom, but now with his soft caressing, you had other plans in mind.

You flashed him a cheeky grin, moving your hands to either side of him, now looking down into his eyes. The big brown orbs melting you further into him. Discretely you started moving your hips, grinding ever so carefully into him. You moved to kiss his neck trailing up, along his jaw, to the corners of his mouth which was now slack. When your lips finally aligned with his your kiss was open-mouthed and messy. Tongues rolling, slow, hot and easy.

Still grinding painfully slow you started to feel his ever-growing bulge which you could imagine was getting more needy by the second. You giggled moving your lips back to his neck, kissing and sucking, most definitely leaving a mark. His hot breath was now tickling the hairs on the back of your neck. But you were in control so mulled over your next move.

Deciding quickly you moved your kisses to the nape of his neck, kissing slowly down following your fingers which were now unbuttoning his shirt. You breathed him in, filling your senses, heightening your arousal. Soon enough you were smiling down at his bare chest, fingers trailing up and down, catching in the little chest hair.

“I’m guessing your not hungry” his laugh was full of cheeky sarcasm which made you need him more.

“Oh, I’m hungry alright..” You whispered to his surprise, his eyes widening, the pupils dilating, anticipating your next move. He wasted no time in lifting you up bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom, placing you down carefully on the sheets as if you were the most precious thing to him.

He towered over you with the same hungry smile as you, one arm holding him up the other caressing down the side of your face. his touch was soft and sensual but you needed to be in charge. Biting down on your lip, hiding your smile you forced your weight on top of him, gaining dominance once more.

He looked shocked for a second, slightly off guard at your want for control, turning you on even more. His shirt had now been discarded along the way to the bedroom and he lay beneath you shirtless. You smiled at the effect you had on him, looking down at the tent that had been created in his pants. You didn’t linger long though, Johnny tilting your head towards him.

“ay ay ay, Let’s get rid of this before you get any more ideas yeah?” He smirked devilishly, fingers looping through your joggers, inching them down.

“Alright, impatient much” you giggled, sitting back up pulling your t-shirt over your head to reveal your favourite black bralet. Johnny’s eyes fixed on your now open chest, mouth slightly open before he helped you wriggle out of your bottoms.

With him satisfied at your level of undressed you got back to where you were. Moving your body down at the edge of the bed. With a coy smile, you unbuttoned his jeans pulling them down along with his boxers. You bit your lip when you saw his cock slap against his stomach after being released. You trailed your fingers up the inside of his thigh, noticing him twitch ever so slightly when you moved over a sensitive area. You knew his body off the back of your hand, each pressure point, every curve and every tickle.

Itching to feel him, your fingers reached the base of his member, one hand staying there as the other traced lines up and down. It wasn’t long before you had your mouth around him, tongue flicking his tip every so often gaining a satisfying reaction. You could hear him moaning and swearing like a sailor, his hands reaching out to hold onto something, one finding your hair the other the bedsheets. The grip was light, hardly even pulling but it showed you where he needed you most. 

“Fuck y/n” He let the words slide out of his mouth before a sharp inhale when you spend up. Now swallowing a mix of cum and gags, your hand massaging his base quickly and the bobbing of your head increasing. it didn't take long to feel his cum and letting him unload. You swallowed it down, smiling down at him as you wiped your mouth, legs around him and shaking slightly.

He was in awe and you could see his love for you right there, “You're a goddess” He said under his breath rubbing your thighs, bringing you closer to his hips where you sat.

You kissed for a while, tender and full of love, still sat on top of him in your underwear. His hands went to the back of your bralet undoing the fasten and pulling over your head with a warm smile. Of course, you felt him twitch under you, the sudden exposure of your chest exciting him. You leant back into the kiss, purposefully chest to chest, knowing your hard nipples would agitate him more.

"doll, are you trying to kill me" he murmured between the kisses, making you smile. That quickly turned to a gasp when his hands trailed down your body to your heat. To say you were wet now would be an understatement of the century and you were gagging for it to be relieved.

Johnny's face turned into one of shock "fuck y/n your dripping" he chuckled, eyes still wide making you giggle. Your smile suddenly changing once his fingers pried your panties off and where now circling your clit.

He started off slow, though he didn't really need too, inching himself further slowly. Your head was now leaning back, eyes closed and a moan escaping once his fingers slipped in.

Still, in circling motions he carried on, until he found your g spot making you cry out his name. "Ther- oh fuck Johnny!" You tried, if your eyes weren't closed you'd see the pleased smirk on his face as he pleasured you.

Your body started bucking into his fingers, his left hand going to your hip to steady you. Moving it soon after to find your clit, helping you along. His calloused fingers on the bud of nerves sent you into immense pleasure as he carried on hitting your g spot over and over until the only word you knew was his name.

"Are you gonna cum for me angel" he whispered in your ear, pushing you to the edge when his warm breath hit you neck.

With his instruction you let go, feeling pleasure in every nerve in your body, letting it wash over you. The power of your orgasm was unimaginable, his fingers the work of God you thought to yourself.

It was times like these where you were most grateful for Johnny. He was always so open to sex, you felt safe knowing you could ask for just about anything and he wouldn't even bat an eyelid. He was the first person to ever give you an orgasm and you were glad you had him in quarantine.

He cleaned both of you up, returning to the bed and wrapping himself around you. Your body felt content and relieved of any anxiousness it may have had previously. Your head snuggled into the nook of his neck and arms wrapped around his waist, hands roaming his back.

"ok so, I'm actually hungry now" you whispered causing him to laugh deeply.

"come on" he dragged his body away from yours, pulling a hoodie he found on the floor over your head. Calming your hair down and offering a hand to guide you to the kitchen, legs still slightly wobbly and a satisfied smile on your face.

A/N: thanks for the lovely request, it was so cute to write but I hope it wasn't too cringe eek! I'm loving the requests you beautiful people are sending in, genuinely makes my day tehe! Keep em comin' my lovelies xx em

[senashenta]

5 8 and 15 budddyyyy

NERD COMIN' THROUGH FOR ME THANK YOUUUU!! I already answered #5 for Anie, though, so I'll just do the other two. :3

8) Where do you take your inspiration from? AHAHAHA more like where DON'T I take my inspiration from! Seriously, I get inspiration from dreams (shut up I know it's cliche), from conversations with my friends (as you know firsthand lol), from the little things around me, from the big things happening in the world! The world is FULL if inspirational stuff and I take FULL ADVANTAGE, trust me. <3

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names? Well, I DO write a lot of OCs, in my Heralds of Valdemar fics as well as my original writing. When I first started writing back when I was like 8-12ish, I used names like "Natasha" that I thought sounded mysterious and interesting. Then I went through a phase where I named all my characters after my rl friends (I still occasionally name a character after a friend, actually.) THEN I used babynames.com like it was my BIBLE. Right now I have a running list of unique and interesting names in my phone that I add to whenever I hear one or think of one that I like. As for actually ASSIGNING A NAME to my characters, that can be a drawn-out process and any given character can go through several name changes before settling with a permanent name, depending on their personality and how they behave when I'm writing them. Haha.

[soulnottainted]

if you wanna write some fluffy family stuff, how about a Christmas party with your star wars family? :D or if ur feelin more soft, tell me abt copia at Christmas!! (or both if u feel like rambling a lot!! 👀) ~soft-spooks

@soft-spooks

Oh my gosh aLL of these!! I’m really soft for all of the SW fam right now so....fLUFF!

Introducing hot chocolate to Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Anikin is the GREATEST thing ever. 

“Wait a second, you’ve nEVER had chocolate???”

Why did I just think about the scene in Thor where he slams a mug and shouts “Another!!” but it’s Qui-Gon firmly setting his finished mug on the table. 

Anikin becomes obsessed with marshmallows.

We end up watching Rankin Bass’ Santa Claus is Comin to Town and Kris Kringle that grew a beard comes on screen and both Qui-Gon, Anikin, and I just sTARE at Ob-Wan and at the same time are like “obi-wan thAT’S YOUUUU”

We make Obi-Wan wear a santa hat because of this. 

I of course got the three of them gifts. Anikin I got a whole bunch of flavored hot cocoa mix, Obi-Wan I got a new set of robes just in case his gets damaged or something, and I got Qui-Gon a picture with all of us in it (because he is the dad after all)

We also watch some Trans Siberian Orchestra and Qui-Gon is in awe the entire time. He definitely cries at the story that plays throughout it.

I also can imagine Qui-Gon doing a lot of research about traditions and asks me if we can bake gingerbread cookies

[ptersparkers]

Heeeey, idk if you are taking requests at the moment but i love your writing and could you make a peter x fem! reader where peter falls for mj’s best friend who is super smart but also a rebel? thank youuuu

i love this very much. also idk when i wrote this i just wrote the reader to be nonchalant n stuff!!

add yourself to my taglist! 

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For the duration of his friendship with MJ, he just assumed that she didn’t have many friends other than him and Ned. That was partly true, but MJ hadn’t introduced the pair to you, her long time friend who went to science-based another school.

Peter was astounded when he saw that you were almost a spitting image of MJ. Black Converse high tops, a tucked in t-shirt, minimal makeup, and hair put into a high bun with strands of loose hair framing your face.

He looked between the two of you.

“I got my style from her,” MJ said, pointing at you. “I usually wore sweats until she convinced me to quit looking like a slob.”

You winked at Peter and he felt his cheeks growing hot. MJ has invited Peter over to her house to work on a chemistry project and they had been working on it for thirty minutes when you entere her house. Peter, not expecting MJ’s parents to be home, looked at her with a confused expression.

He watched as you walked into the kitchen where they were working and you didn’t spare either of them a glance. MJ didn’t look up and Peter was confused.

“Sup,” you said to Peter with a single nod, popping a grape in your mouth.

“Uh, who are you?”

“That’s Y/N,” MJ said, not looking up from her worksheet.

“Again, who?”

“I’m MJ’s best friend,” you said, taking a seat in front of them and munching on snacks you had gathered. You stuck your hand out and he shook it hesitantly.

“Peter,” he replied.

“She goes to Winston,” MJ said. “I’m tired of working on this project. Do you guys wanna get some smoothies or something?”

“I’m always down for a smoothie,” you said. “I brought my new skateboard and I’m eager to ride it.”

“Let’s go!” Peter didn’t move and packed his stuff slowly while you and MJ were already walking out.

“You comin’?” you asked. Peter nodded and rushed to grab his wallet from his backpack and put it in his back pocket as he jogged to catch up with you.

You rode beside MJ and Peter slowly, matching their pace and casually talking to her about kids in your classes that, in your mind, didn’t deserve a spot in the high-paced classes.

“I don’t care about how much money a person has,” you said. “If you can’t complete simple trigonometric derivative problems then you shouldn’t be in the class. Evedyone wants a spot but not everyone gets it.”

“Same,” said MJ, rolling her eyes. “I’m not saying people shouldn’t try hard but there are so many dumb rich kids who go here just because their parents can afford it. It sucks.”

“Anyway, Mrs. Paddington and I were talking about the multiverse theory and she showed me this article from a German scientist that theorizes a wormhole that could be created if a strong enough vacuum-”

“Is this what you two talk about in your spare time?” Peter interrupted.

“Yeah. Got a problem?” you asked without malice but with assertion in your tone.

“N-No! Not at all,” Peter said frantically. “I just didn’t think you guys would talk about that at all.”

“And what kinds of things should we talk about?”

He shrugged. “You know, girly stuff. Like boys and makeup.”

“So is our worth boiled down to two topics of discussion?” Peter mentally facepalmed and blushed out of embarrassment.

“Forget I said that. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.”

You chuckled, remembering all the stories MJ had told you about Peter meaning well but saying it in the wrong way.

“It’s chill,” you said. “Anyway, I managed to get three free drinks at Starbucks after this barista tried hitting on me.”

“No way. Did you get three free drinks then or do you get them when you go next?”

“Whenever I go next,” you said. “But I’m avoiding that store until I know that barista gets fired.”

“Gross,” MJ commented with disgust.

Peter walked quietly and listened to you and MJ talk. He couldn’t help but think that you were the polar opposite of his personality but thought that you two would be pretty good friends if you stuck around.

By the end of the day, you three had spent more time hanging out than doing homework. Before you left, you ended up helping Peter with his part of the project and tutored him in a few chemistry subject before telling MJ you had to leave.

“Bye, Y/N,” he said as MJ left to use the bathroom.

You grinned at the shy boy and winked at him before leaning in to give him a kiss, barely missing the corner of his mouth.

“Bye, Peter. Have MJ give you my number.”

You winked once more and left.

[themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy]

I was wondering if you took requests? If you do, can I request a Bucky Barnes x starks!reader? The reader is Tony Stark's 20 year old daughter and she has had a secret relationship with Bucky for awhile. It started off when he first moved in and came to her after every nightmare. And they have to sneak around and one day Tony catches them? Thank youuuu💕☺️

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You felt like you were in a detective movie. You ducked around corners, peering out from behind the wall to ensure that there was no one in your vicinity. You tiptoed into Bucky’s room, shutting the door behind you as silently as you could. He was buried under the blankets, twitching ever so slightly as he laid there. There was a frown etched on his face and he sighed every once in a while. You padded over to him, sliding your hand into his hair and smoothing out some of the tangles.

He sighed again, leaning into your hand as he slept. The frown on his face slowly melted away as he was able to relax under your touch. You reminisced as he slept, thinking of the day you fell in love with your current boyfriend.

A bloodcurdling scream ripped through the silence of the tower, waking you up and making you bolt upright, eyes blown wide with fear. It was a man’s scream and you knew that the only other man living on your floor was Bucky, Steve’s old friend. You slid on your slippers, grabbing a small pistol from your bedside drawer before creeping out from your doorway.

You didn’t see anyone in the hallway so you crept around to Bucky’s room, turning the handle quickly and gripping the pistol again, aiming it into the darkness.

“Jesus woman, are you trying to kill me?” You jumped at the gruff voice of the soldier that lay in the bed, blinking furiously as he flicked on a light. You looked wildly around the room to find that, yes, it was just Bucky.

“Why the hell were you screaming?”

“I…” His gaze fell to his lap, “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh. Uhm, are you okay now?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. G’Night Y/N.”

You turned to leave, hesitating at the threshold of the door.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can stay, if you want.” Your voice nearly cracked at the end out of nervousness.

“I- Okay. Stay.”

You hadn’t realized that while you were stroking through Bucky’s hair, two things had happened. One, he had awoken, soft smile on his face as he moved his head from your hand and pressed a kiss to the palm instead. The second, being the frantic footsteps pounding through the hallway that had you skittering to the door to hold it shut. But Tony was stronger, accidentally slamming you into the wall as he threw the door open.

“Y/N? Why the hell are you in-. Y/N? Where are you? Oh.” Tony peeled you from off of the wall behind the door and stared at you, hard.

“My wonderful daughter, why are you in his room?”

“Because I’m twenty years old and I’m not eight anymore and I can make my own decisions?”

“Nice try, when you were five you pinky swore to me that you wouldn’t ever touch a boy until you were thirty-six.”

“Dad, I also ate an ant when I was five. I wasn’t the best decision maker back in the day.”

Your father snorted at your dry humor and set a withering glare in Bucky’s direction.

“And you? What’s your excuse?”

“I was having a nightmare?”

“Was that a question or a statement, Barnes?”

“Whichever one will get you out of here the fastest with your blessing for us to date.”

“Statement.”

“Then there you have it.”

“Fine, but we’re discussing this in the morning!” Tony stared at both of you, one brow raised.

“Fine dad, goodnight.”

“Goodnight daughter, goodnight man I don’t want dating my daughter because she’s not thirty-six and a pinky swear is a pinky swear.”

“Goodnight Tony.”

The door swung shut and the second it did you heard a, “You ate an ant when you were five?!”

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[strawnarrries]

Could you do a tfln of Niall texting y/n to see what kind of tampons he needs to buy because there are so many different types?

niall / you 

Y/N

yes?

What. The. Fuck.

Why didn’t you tell me here’s so many different kinds!!!

Y/N !

i figured since we’ve been together for so long you’d know what i use dumbass

I don’t pay attention to that shite!!

Help me!!! People are staring

you’re cute 

and i doubt they’re staring. you’re being paranoid

Y/N if you don’t tell me what to get I’m leaving

okay pissy pants. i see them. they’re on the left. they’re called tampax pearl. it’s in a blue box and make sure you get regular 

Regular???? 

yeah, it’s the flow size thing, it should just say regular on the box

I can’t find them!

Wait I got them

you’re the best! i love youuuu 

You better because I just had to take a picture with a fan in the tampon aisle and now the picture’s gonna be all over the internet . 

aw now everyone can see what an amazing boyfriend you are!!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m comin home 

did you get my chocolate?

I got your chocolate . 

thank you my love 

send in TFLN ideas!

[quitetommy]

Valentines’s day

this is literally the worst crap ive ever written and i absolutely hate it but i hope you enjoy. i was gonna do a sad one bc i hate valentines day but i made it somewhat happy so enjoy i guess. sorry ive been gone so long. love youuuu

Tom reached his hand out across the bed, groaning. Morning sounds and breath escaping his small lips. The brunet boy half expected his hand to meet warmth; to meet his girl. He lifted his head, a soft pout on his lips when his hand met nothing other than the cold sheets on the other side of the bed. He sat up fully and pulled his knees to himself; he was sad. Maybe if he could just wrap his limbs up together, he would feel whole again. His brown eyes fell onto her side, the side she should be. Her beautiful hair should be sprawled out, mouth open and snores and little words leaving it. She should’ve been his first sight on that cloudy London day. He shouldn’t have felt so stupid for the things he said.

He really couldn’t remember the argument now. It had to have been something silly, stupid.  That’s how it always went, right? He wished his pretty girl was with him. He just wanted to wrap his arms around the smaller girl, smell her hair and kiss her head until she squealed away from him. He missed her laugh and the way her eyes crinkled when she did so. He missed how insecure she got with her smile and how she would cover her mouth as if trying to keep all the sounds in. It was no use though, they always escaped. He just wanted to call up his girlfriend and tell her how sorry he was, how stupid he is. He wanted to feel her tiny arms wrap around his larger, muscled, body. Everything that she hated about herself, he missed.

Standing up from the sad droopy bed, he slipped on some sweatpants and shirt. It was cold in the tiny apartment. He was always warm with her around. He was able to carry himself into the kitchen, passing by the picture that was put up on the white wall. It was Tom and Y/N; smiles on both their faces. God, he loved his girl. How could he fix this, was the question picking at his brain while he made his morning tea.

His heart ached as he ignored her cup. The ghost of a smile pressed into his features, thinking about when they first bought that mug- her mug.

Y/N was standing next to a shelf in the store and Tom was growing annoyed. It was late and he was tired and hungry and he wanted to be home. Y/N was all giggly and she was happy to be out with her man. With a pout and a false glare, he said to her, “Y/N, darling, put that back. You do not need another mug. We have enough at home.”

Home. That felt good to say. The two had moved in together a month prior to then and they both loved it more than anything in the whole world. His darling picked up the yellow sparkly mug anyways. She put on her best cheesy smile and gave her best puppy dog eyes. She knew Tom couldn’t resist. And her assumptions were right, because only seconds later he was caving and taking the mug from her and buying it.

He almost pulled it down too, but then quickly realized that she was only a ghost now. There was no more love within this household, right? No, he loved the pretty girl. And she loved him- they were just in a fight. They would get over this, right?

The front door opened, his heart jumped. Maybe it was-

“Aye, Tom. You up, mate?” Harrison’s voice rang out, Tessa letting out an excited bark. Haz shushed her and made his way through the flat, stopping when seeing his mate leaning against the counter. The blond boy took in his mate’s stance; sadly leaning against the counter as he sipped his hot tea.

Tom sighed after taking a sip of his awfully bitter tea (Y/N always made it perfectly), “Haz, you alright?”

“Yes, but you sure don’t seem it. Mate, you can’t keep doing this.” Tom sighed again at his friend. He was just so mad. At himself? The mystery man? His girl? He didn’t know anymore. All he knew is that he wanted her back. It had been over three days since he had seen his girl and it was now valentine’s day. You know, the day you're supposed to spend with your significant other?

“Have you seen ‘er?” Another sip of the bitterness. He was tired and lonely. All he wanted was a hug from his pretty lady. Harrison opened his mouth but then hesitated, it wasn’t much but the sad boy caught it. “You have, haven’t you? How does she seem? Ask ‘bout me?”

Harrison frowned again and placed his hands on the island in front of him. “Once or twice.”

“You know, she should be ‘ere with me. Not at yours.”

“Well, this is your fault, mate.” Harrison nodded, knowingly. Tom frowned and set his tea down. It was gross and he didn’t want it anymore. He would settle for one of the waters in the fridge.

After taking a long needed sip, he nodded too. “I know. Has she said anything about comin’ home?” Tom walked across the room and his emotions flipped when he saw the empty bag sitting near his friend’s feet. “She sent you to get her things?”

“I-I’m sorry, mate. She’s just not ready to come back home yet.”

“That’s bullshit!” Tom was a new kind of angry. He could feel his anger boil up inside of him and squeeze at his throat. “I’m coming back with you. Given ‘er enough space. This ends now!”

After ten minutes of arguing with the angry man and then another fifteen of driving, the boys were finally at Harrison’s flat and Y/N’s safe house. Harrison was pulling his car to a stop in the parking lot and Tom was out before the engine was even stopped. His legs carried him to the front door and let himself in. He was angry and sad and more than over this whole hiding out thing. He just missed his girl.

Once the boy made it into the colorful home, he spotted her. She was on the couch, looking out the window, sadly. “Y/N!”

His voice was a shock to her. She really wasn’t expecting to see him for at least a little while more. Harrison had completely failed at his mission and she was pissed. Harrison could tell that as soon as he walked into the room, her surprised eyes shifted to his and instantly turned to anger. Harrison could feel the anger that was in the room, so he opted out of staying and said, “I’ll be in my room if you need anything. Please don’t.”

Y/N didn’t speak until she heard the boy’s room door close. She let out a sigh, “Tom, what are you doing here?”

“What am i doing here? What are you doing here? Y/N, please come home.” His voice was broken, tired. He wanted her back in his arms so badly, he would do anything she asked.

“Tom,” she had sighed again and Tom felt himself break. He walked towards her and knelt before her. His eyes filled with tears as he looked up at her. His arms were wrapped around her waist, hers on his shoulder. She didn’t want to look at him because if she did she knew she would cave. His voice came out small, filled with sorrow and regret. He was broken without his girl, “Please. Please don’t. Just listen, please.”

She pulled back, eyes close, tears threatening. “You kissed ‘er, Tom!!” Y/N’s voice was loud and angry. It wasn’t any of the things that Tom loved. It wasn’t happy to see him, or happy to be with him or telling him that she loved him. Instead it was yelling at him. This was a different kind of anger. This was way worse than anything he had ever seen. She was hurt. Her eyes were wide, filled with rage and her hands were thrown out in exasperation.

Tom was on his feet now, “No, I didn’t!” And that was the truth. He hadn’t, he wouldn’t ever cheat on his girl.

“Then what happened?! Why was she there then?!” Y/N was crying now. The her that had ruined things between them was a friend of Tom’s. This friend was in the picture way before Y/N had entered it, and she had the biggest crush on Tom. It was obvious, or so Y/N thought. Y/N has come home a week ago, tired from work and ready to see her long-time boyfriend. She had just wanted to curl up next to him and talk about her day, but when she opened the door she had been met with her boyfriend kissing said girl.

“For you!” He was screaming too, tears rushing out. Y/N was stunned. Her mouth opened a bit and she took a confused step back. “W-What?”

“Y-Yeah,” he was angry at himself. He hadn’t wanted to tell her. He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to her. “This is why she was there. I was asking her if it was something you would like.”

Y/N took the little black box from her boyfriend with pain and love in her chest. Opening the top, she let a cry out. It was a ring- an engagement ring. “. . .Tom,” she was shaking her head, closing the box softly, “this still doesn’t explain why you two were kissing. You want to get married, but- but, you’re off kissing other girls? That makes no sense.”

“I told you she kissed me! I was askin’ for her opinion on everything and she started sayin’ that I should be with her and not you and when I told her that you were the one for me, she kissed me! And then, you walked in! Darling, I swear. I’ve never lied to you and I’m not going to start now.”

It was quiet for a moment. Tom looking at his girl, wondering what was going to come next; Y/N looking at the box in her tiny hands, hating herself for not listening to him.

Before Tom knew what was happening, Y/N was kissing him. Without missing a beat, he kissed back. God, he missed her lips. He missed kissing her and holding her, he missed just about everything about her. He could taste the salty tears that was streaming down their faces and he was breathing hard and fast.

Y/N pulled back and Tom whined at the lost contact, his eyes closed, mouth open with small breaths leaving it. Y/N was on her tiptoes, her face pressed into Tom’s neck. “I’m so sorry. Tommy, I’m so sorry.”

Tom pulled away and placed his hands on her face, “It’s okay, darling, it’s okay. ‘m just glad to have you back.” She kissed him again, mumbling against his lips, “I missed you.” She pulled away from him again, smiling this time. “Think you have somethin’ to ask me, no?”

Tom laughed and nodded, he took the box from her hands and opened it. “Darling, would you do me the honor of making me the luckiest guy ‘round and marry me?”

“Yes. yes, of course, Tommy.” She laughed as he placed the beautiful ring on her left hand. He then pulled her in for another kiss, “I love you.”

“Hey,” Y/N tapped his shoulders and he hummed happily, “Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Happy Valentine’s day.”

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