𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄, 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐭

⋆⋅ valentines day special ⋆⋅

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Valentine's day special
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Not me leaving yall on a cliffhanger for 2 days—

Dw because next chapter is very very very very important, wink wink

Um anyway enjoy valentine's day fluff (which also counts as 40k views special, just wait until the end)

Also this is like 2k words so appreciate the grinding I did for you lovely lot

Scene: 2ish months after the trip takes place, (valentines day) Tommy is back in England, and Molly is in America.

"wassup Tomathy!" The time was 10:08 (6:08 his time), which was the exact time Tommy would call me every morning no matter what. He never told me the real reason why, but I had eventually excepted it.

"hello Molly, how are you on this fine valentine's day— oh I just rhymed call me PHILIP HAMILTON" He proceeded to sing the entire verse from "take a break" while I beatboxed,
After we finished, the conversation went back to normal dialogue,

"I'm doing good, how are you?"

"eh, kinda stuck on this video I've been editing"

"do you want me to help?" I set my phone against the kitchen counter.

"its fine, but thanks for offering"

"thanks for offering?! Tommy are you ok?" I grabbed a tea bag from one of the cabinets,

"what are you on about?" he asked confused.

"Tommy—have you started cleaning again..." I asked warily,

"I swear to god if you make fun of me for that one more time I will—"

"you will what?" I raised my eyebrows and leaned over to see him clicking away on his PC.

"I will fly over to America and actually kick you"

"tommy that's so sexist" I gasped in sarcasm.

"NO IM NOT—THAT'S IT WOMAN—YOU HAVE MADE FUN OF ME CLEANING BECAUSE I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU," he started counting on his fingers, "YOU HAVE ACCUSED ME OF BEING SEXIST WHEN I LOVE WOMEN, I LOVE YOU—" he stopped himself as I was nearly on the floor laughing,

"tommy—I love you too but—this is taking me out" I said in between breathes.

"I'm so sorry that I cleaned for you when you were missing. Y'know next time you get kidnapped; I WILL NOT CLEAN FOR YOU"

"n-next time?" I barely could whisper it because I was bursting with laughter, but Tommy went on,

"MY OWN MOTHER STILL MAKES FUN OF ME FOR THAT" he yelled into the phone.

"y-your own m-m-mother" i winced,

"YES, MY OWN MOTHER"

"TOMMY PLEASE I CAN'T ANYMORE—"

"ok fine—you win, but just remember that I won't hesitate to fly over and non-abusively kick you," he convinced,

"that's not very nice" I pouted.

"what about I push you," he went on,

"that seems fair—" I nodded,

"Into the ocean" he finished,