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midnightmelodrama · 4 years

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the way your skin shines under the moonlight

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader

Summary: You never thought you were going to be a runaway bride, it sounded so cliche, but when you finally have enough of your fiancé, you become one, leaving all the heartbreak behind you. Until your ex and first love, Tom, chases after you.

Word Count: 8.6k

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, typos I didn’t catch,

A/N: it’s here, my bebes. thank u to everyone who reached out to tell me they liked it. pls, reblog if u like this so others can enjoy it too. I hope this lives up to the expectations, boo boos. I love y’all.

Life had moments that just sucked. Usually they are created by the universe to allow a person to grow and mature, but fuck that. Those moments hurt too much to think about the positive side of the situation. This was that moment and today was your wedding day. When you looked around to examine the room, you felt a ray of anger and hatred because this was the life you had always promised yourself you wouldn’t live. You didn’t even want to get married, but you were doing this because you made promises you were too scared to break. You hated everything from your dress to the snotty bridesmaids who had been picked out for you. It was ridiculous because you couldn’t even remember their names, but the monster in law had iced out everyone you cared about, including your mother. You wanted to cry as your reflection in the mirror in front of you stared back at you, so miserable and unsatisfied, but at the same time you wanted to smash the piece of glass into a thousand shards to cut off your fiancé and his family from your life.

The bridesmaids soon left the room to head over to the church, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Just as you were about to stand up to start the next most wretched part of your life, your mother entered the room. You stared at her for a second, feeling tears well up in your eyes. She looked so beautiful in the blue dress you had gifted her for the wedding, and yet she looked so sad and disappointed, but the look of sadness that was painted across soon turned into a concerned frown as she saw you let out the most broken sob she had heard in her life. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She asked softly, walking over to you before embracing you in the warmest hug you could have ever asked for. To be honest, she did not need to ask because she already knew what you were thinking, a mother always knows.

“I can’t do this.” You said, voice cracking as tears slipped down your cheeks.

“I-I thought I could do this, mama, but I can’t. I hate Darien. I hate him and his disgusting family. I don’t want to change my last name. I don’t want to marry him.” You sobbed softly, the sadness you felt digging at the heart’s core mold into wild rage, and you could no longer contain what you had been holding back for three long, exhausting years. “I only agreed to going out with him because it was dad’s last wish before he—before he—“ you paused, feeling more tears begin to cut off the air flowing throughout your lungs. “Before he died.” You ran a hand through your disgustingly styled hair as your mother watched slowly spiral down into insanity.

“Baby, your father might have been a stubborn and at times nasty man, but I know for a fact that he wouldn’t have wanted you to marry Darien if he knew he made you unhappy. You were his treasure. If he knew Darien made you miserable, he wouldn’t hesitate to send the kid on the next plane out of your life.”

It was such an obvious answer, a simple solution to your complicated problem. It had been right front of you this whole time, but your mind had always brought back the memory in which your father told you to marry a nice boy like Darien, except he wasn’t as nice as he appeared to the outside world. The words of advice that rolled out of your mother’s mouth awoke something in you, something that had been dead, but it was now renewed; alive. Adrenaline began to kick in as the tears finally stopped flowing. You refused to live in loveless marriage and let all of your hard work and independence slip down the drain into hell. You weren’t going to settle for the life you had always feared you would end up living.

“Screw this shit.” You whispered.

Your mother cheered loudly as she realized the fire you’ve had since you were a toddler had finally made a comeback. The two of you laughed before you began to rid yourself of the disgraceful garments the monster in law had forced you to wear. The heels, the hair, the ugly, nasty dress, everything.

“I always hated that dress.” Your mother said as she unzipped you, helping you slip out of the dress to change into something more comfortable. “It’s ‘cause the monster in law picked it.” You said, laughing slightly. You grabbed a pair of jeans, a simple white T-shirt, a jacket, and a pair of sneakers. When you came out, finally looking like yourself, your mother let out a breath of relief because you didn’t look like the plastic Barbie doll Darien and his family had been trying to force you to be. Your mother handed you a plane ticket as you finished up your new makeup and hair.

“What’s this, mama?” You asked, surprised.

“I cancelled your honeymoon trip while you were changing and booked a trip to Cancun for you. You loved it there when your father took you. It leaves at eleven fifteen, so hurry ‘cause we have a wedding to crash.” You smiled widely, pulling your mom into the hug she had always dreamed of. She had always been there for you, even when you didn’t want to admit you were miserable, she had endured seeing the pain in your eyes for the past three years of your life, hidden underneath all the dresses and extravagant makeup, and you wouldn’t know what would’ve happened to you if she hadn’t shown up here today.

“Thank you, mama.” You said before leaving for the car that was waiting to take you to the church. When your beloved driver, Alfredo, saw you without your dress and a suitcase rolling behind you, he grinned, nodding in approval of your choice.

“Crashing your wedding or running away?” He teased in his old British accent. You simply giggled, stepping into the car, responding with a simple answer. “Both.” Alfredo nodded, waiting for your instructions.

“Alfredo, when I come out of the church take me to the airport, please. Also, don’t tell anyone.” Alfredo nodded, knowing how much you needed to take back the control over the way you lived your life. Not to mention he also hated not only Darien but his family too, especially the monster in law. He found them annoying and repulsive, they were too stuck up for his own liking, but he had kept his mouth shut for your sake, even though he would never miss a chance to give you advice whenever you needed it.

Back at the church, everyone was waiting anxiously since you were quite late all while Darien was getting more angry by the minute, impatiently checking his watch every other second. The monster in law was crying and sobbing loudly, fearing that you finally had enough and decided to leave her dearest son hanging at the altar. The bridesmaids were rolling their eyes and sighing loudly, earning a glare from the priest. He hated the family too, he was simply doing this for your family since he was the one who married your parents.

Tom was sitting in the crowd with Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine, smirking. He was milking this moment. Darien looked so frantic and pissed off, which is what he lived for. He hated Darien because he was an asshole to you and he was only using you for money, he hoped you would see that because he desperately wanted you to leave Darien. For not only your sake but his too, he couldn’t handle seeing you married to a man who wasn’t him, especially if they were as toxic as the man standing at the altar. This was the day he had dreaded the most for the past year, but watching Darien get left at the altar would be the highlight of his year. However, his thoughts were soon interrupted by Harrison snapping his fingers in front of him.

“What?” Tom asked defensively.

“Wipe that grin off your face, Tom. If Darien sees you grinning like that, he’s not going to hesitate to fight you because Y/N’s not here to stop him.” Harrison scolded as Tom chuckled.

“No, I don’t think I will. Besides, if he wants to fight me because Y/N finally realized she doesn’t have to be with him, then I’ll do it.” Harrison rolled his eyes. He was annoyed because they had been having the same conversation for the last year, but Tom had always been too stubborn to listen. “Tom, we’re here to support her. Remember, it’s your fault we’re even here in the first place. Everyone warned you against breaking up with her. Did you listen? No. Look where it got us. Had you not been so stupid, that would be you waiting at the altar. So, if she shows up in that white dress, you better be on your best behavior.” Tom scoffed, but his frown soon disappeared when he heard the church gates open. His heart was beating rapidly in fear of seeing you in the ugliest white dress he had ever seen, a dress he knew you would love to burn, along with Darien.

Instead, he saw you in simple blue jeans. Your hair was pulled into a slight half ponytail, and there was less makeup on your already gorgeous face. You walked with the confidence he hadn’t seen since you accepted Darien’s proposal. To top it all off, you looked effortlessly beautiful.

A goddess had risen, sisters.

You walked towards the altar, hand wrapped around a large water bottle. Your eyes were boring into Darien’s dark ones until you finally reached the altar. Without blinking or hesitating, you slid the cap off the water bottle, pouring the liquid over Darien’s head until he was completely damp. Precious blonde hair drenched and tuxedo ruined. Everyone in the church gasped in astonishment as you felt sweet, sweet joy watching Darien stand there looking absolutely helpless. Your moment of victory was interrupted by the monster in law beginning to wail and scream harder than she already was, you rolled your eyes, annoyed with the satanic woman’s questionable behaviors.

“Oh, shut up and get over it you whiny, old boomer.” You hissed, making her stop putting up her waterworks show as you felt the raging wildfire you had been hiding growing bigger by the second. You turned your attention back to Darien who was about to yell at you, but you beat him to it.

“Listen up, goldilocks. I’m done with your abuse and your control. I know you were just using me for money, and not only that, but you had actually been stealing money from me and my family too. So, I’ll be pressing charges for that.” You said nonchalantly as you fixed your jacket, throwing the water bottle to one of the bridesmaids. “You no longer control me, sweetie. My father would have never wanted me to marry your pathetic ass if he knew what a horrible excuse of a human being you truly were.” You laughed, seeing Darien’s face fall dramatically. “I’m taking back my life. Thank you next, gold diggers!” You screamed before running out of the church, smiling and laughing, looking happy and strong. Darien’s family sat in speechless shock as they saw their ticket out of bankruptcy slip out of their dirty hands. However, the people who were there to celebrate you and only you began to cheer and laugh, happy to see you let go of the people who had been hurting and tormenting you. When you reached your car, you saw Alfredo laugh while opening the car door for you. Alfredo high-fived you as you stepped into the car before driving off, leaving the church behind.

Tom was laughing loudly, watching your beautiful figure leave the church. His moment of glory didn’t last long though, because Darien was now staring straight into his soul, rage written all over his face. Tom, Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine all ran out of the church before Darien could even touch them and cause a bigger scene. Tom was still laughing as they stopped running. Harrison rolled his eyes, frustrated.

“Tom!” The boys yelled, gaining the brunette’s attention.

“How dense are you?” Harry asked, looking at him like he was missing something.

“What?” Tom asked obliviously, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.

“Go after her you dumbass!” Tuwaine yelled.

Tom’s eyes widened as the realization washed over him. You were single, he could finally win you back without someone else interfering, that is, if you still wanted to be with him, of course. He looked around anxiously to see your mother waving towards your car that was driving off into the distance. He ran towards your mom, desperate to know where you were running off to.

“Mrs. Y/L/N!” Your mother turned to see Tom running towards her. “Mrs. Y/L/N, where’s Y/N going?” He asked, hoping he could catch her.

“Oh, Tom, she’s going to Cancun.” Tom was about to run after you until your mom stopped him, handing him a piece of paper; a plane ticket.

“W-what?” He stuttered, struggling to believe there was a plane ticket to the place of your dreams on his hand. Your mom knew what he was thinking but began to explain before the question could even leave his mouth.

“Tom, I know that you love my daughter. I hope you’ve learned from your past mistakes. I trust you not to break her heart again because I’ve seen how much you have matured and changed. I know you now know better than to break her heart. It’s not my place to tell you how she feels about you, but now that she's not tied to the biggest asshole on this damned planet, you can make her happy. I trust you’ll keep my baby happy.”

Tom stood frozen. He wasn’t sure of what to say, and whenever he tried to speak, the words would not come out of his mouth. Your mother was too kind and it only pushed him further to make things right with you.

“Quit acting so surprised, I would do anything to make my daughter happy, Thomas. Now, get out of here, your flight leaves in an hour, so you better hurry before Darien takes his mental breakdown outside.” She shooed him away before Tom could even mutter a simple “thank you.” He smiled at the older woman before running towards his car. Tom drove to his house to grab a suitcase, only taking a small amount of clothes and essentials he would need.

Tom was nervous to say the least, he was fiddling with his hands as he anxiously stared at the clouds by his window. He wasn’t sure if chasing after you to Cancun was the best course of action because, if he was being honest, he was scared you would reject him again, and this time he would lose you permanently. Regret washed over him as he remembered he was the reason there was a large void between the two of you. You and Tom had been best friends since diapers, but it soon developed into something more than friends during high school. Tom could vividly remember when he had kissed you for the first time. He was driving you home after your date had blown you off. His heart took control before his head could warn him as he stared into your beautiful eyes, so he kissed you. From then on, you and Tom lived in a happy relationship, but it was soon shattered to tiny pieces, along with your heart, when Tom broke it off with you, saying he couldn’t be tied down anymore since he had girl after girl chasing him and praising the ground he walked on.

You and Tom were sitting on the couch watching Tangled. His arm rested on your shoulders while your hand was on his stomach, and your head was laying on his chest. His leg was bouncing up and down like he was anxious and his heart was beating a thousand miles per hour.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” You asked him softly, placing your hand on his thigh as you turned to look at him, a concerned expression on your face. He shook his head, standing up as if he had something to say.

“Tom?” You tilted your head, trying to read him.

“I wanna break up.” He said dryly.

You felt your heart stop, thinking this was a sick joke or the worst nightmare you could have ever envisioned.

“W-what?” You stuttered in disbelief.

“I-I wanna break up.” Tom repeated.

“Why?” You frowned. You had been together since you were sixteen. Why was he trying to break up now? He was always happy with you, or at least you thought so. Everyone had always told you that he was whipped for you because the look in his eyes gave it away whenever he looked at you. Guess everyone was wrong, including you.

“I just—well, I wanna see other people, you know? We’ve been together since high school, we haven’t seen anyone else, so I just wanna try new things. And you know there’s plenty of girls hitting on me, so I just wanna try it.” He spoke honestly, waiting for your reaction.

You didn’t know what to feel. On one side you felt pissed because he was breaking up a five year long relationship because he wanted to sleep around with other girls? What an asshole. And on the other hand, you felt your heart break into tiny pieces because he was breaking up with you because he wanted to get laid with someone other than you? Were you not enough? Had you not satisfied him enough? You wanted to cry, but you had too much pride to let an asshole see that he was hurting you.

“Y/N, please, say something.” He pleaded.

“Well, what do you want me to say, Tom? ‘Hey, it’s cool, go sleep around as much you’d like it’s not like it feels like my heart is being stabbed over and over again? Yeah, man, let other girls fuck you senseless so they can get you off the way I couldn’t.’” You responded sarcastically, voice breaking the more you spoke. You paused, staring at the white walls blankly. “Did you cheat on me?” You asked, eyes narrowing, anger lacing your voice.

Tom shook his head frantically. “No! I would never I just—“ you shook your head, holding your finger up, silently telling him to stop talking.

As you began to gather your things to leave and never come back, Tom wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as you let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the pain become increasingly overwhelming. He buried his face in your neck, breathing in your lemon scent for what would most likely be the last time.

“Baby, come on, I still love you.” Tom spoke softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Just not enough to stay.” You snapped, wiping the tears that had managed to escape off your eyes before shoving him away from you.

“I’ll always come back to you, okay? I want to marry you and grow old with you. I just wanna try other things.”

“So, I’m just supposed to wait around for you alone while someone else lays in your bed?” Tom stayed quiet, tears clouding his vision. You scoffed, completely livid. “Unbelievable.” You muttered. You always took care of him, loved him, supported him and he couldn’t even love you properly? Coward. You knew better than to stay or wait around for someone like him because you were smart. You knew better.

“You know what, Thomas?” Oh, shit. It was at this moment Tom knew, he fucked up. “I don’t care. Do whatever you fuckin’ please, but just know that you could get laid as many times as you would like, you could have all the hoes in the world at your feet, but none of them are going to know you like I do, none of them are going to please you like I do. No one--I promise you--no one is going to love you like I do, ‘cause ain’t nobody like me, boy. You would know that if you knew better, but you don’t know shit, so I’ll do better.” You sneered at the boy in front of you, throwing your engagement ring at him.

With that, you left Tom to stand alone and frozen, feeling his heart stop before slowly and painfully sinking to the bottom of his stomach. He knew that he would regret his actions later by the way his heart was aching. The pain was suffocating him, so he did what he had wanted to do, the reason he lost you. He drank his sorrows away before starting a new life of pleasure and hidden heartache.

Tom winced as the painful memory replayed in his mind. God, he was so stupid. He had forgotten your words, and one day he had enough of his lifestyle, so he ran back to you, only to have his heart broken when you told him someone else was now your forever, you were engaged to a man that wasn’t him, Darien. He felt his blood boil at the thought of the bastard. Seeing Darien belittle and torment you made his stomach bubble with anger. So, Tom made it his job to interfere in your relationship with Darien whenever he could. Stealing you from his arms during slow dances at his lavish parties and your wedding rehearsal, sitting next to you, interrupting your conversations; he loved watching the entitled asshole hold his tongue to stop himself from yelling and embarrassing his family in front of the high class society you were forced to live in was the highlight of Tom’s day. You would roll your eyes or scoff, but Tom could see the relief in your eyes, your body language was also a dead giveaway that you were glad someone had stepped in before your fiancé became too much for you to handle all by yourself. Tom would grin as he wrapped an arm around your waist, leaving Darien behind all alone.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Tom dug around his pocket, looking for the ring you gave back to him all those years ago. You hadn’t talked to him during the time you spent apart, and everytime he tried to reach out, he was left on read, that is until you blocked him on every platform you could think of. Missing you was the worst punishment he could have ever gone through, but he knew he deserved it. When you walked out the door to your old apartment, he was left with nothing but pictures to remember you, until he found the ring once again after a night of drinking his pain away. He had it turned into a necklace, he wanted to keep it until he was able to win you back so you could marry him and grow old with him. Tom placed the silver chain around his neck, feeling a wave of nostalgia and sadness take over him. There were too many emotions swirling throughout him, and he wasn’t sure he would be able to take them on for much longer. If he couldn’t convince you to love him again, even after he broke your heart, then he would lose you forever, his hopes and dreams would be shattered and he would live the rest of his life miserable. He was exhausted so he let his head rest by the plane’s window before falling into a deep slumber.

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You couldn’t be happier. You hadn’t felt so free in what seemed like forever. The chains that were tying you down were now broken, left decay. Walking down the coast as the sun began to set reminded you of the time your father took you to Cancun, shortly after your parents’ divorce. It was a happier time, though it was bittersweet. You dug around the pocket of your shorts, finding the seashell he gave to you. He didn’t say anything meaningful or life changing, just that you would always have a seashell to remember him by. It was meant to be a joke to make you smile, but the small seashell was one of the only things you could take with you everywhere and smile at the memory of your father.

This was all you could have ever asked for. Running away sounded so cliche and straight out of a troubled teenager’s mouth, but it was all you had been longing for since Tom broke your heart. After your relationship with him ended, things only got worse from there. For one, you met Darien, who was at first nice but didn’t hesitate to show his true colors once money was involved. Then, your father got sick and passed away, leaving everything to you and only you, including his company, which in term caused you to leave your art career behind. You had been trained to take over the company since you were little, but your father had promised you could live your life the way you wanted until he retired, but shit happens and it happened too early. Giving up art to pursue a life of business was one of the hardest and scariest decisions for you, but you knew what you had to do. Then, Darien proposed and the wedding nightmare began. In summary, life hadn’t been easy these past three years.

For the first time in three years, you felt the way you were supposed to feel. Young and free. You spent the entire day by the shore, listening to the calming sound of the waves moving towards your feet while taking pictures with your Polaroid and playing with the sand. As you laid on the soft sand, you stared into the night sky. There were so many stars and the sky was clear. You breathed in the scent of the beach, so clear and vivid. It was beautiful. You felt like you were floating, so light. Nothing was weighing you down, and you couldn’t get enough of the feeling. It was addictive. You forgot about everything that had happened in the last couple hours. Everything went by so quickly, it was all a blur. Soon, you began to feel tired, and your eyes became droopy and heavy. Carrying yourself away from the beach, you stepped into your small beach house, taking one last look at the beauty in front of you.

You walked into the small house, placing down your things on the kitchen counter. You felt exhausted, the day was fun, but it had been physically exhausting, instead of being mentally tiring. Stripping off your clothes, you stepped into the shower, feeling the warm droplets of water trickle down your skin. Everything was going perfectly until a ring at the doorbell snapped you out of your blissful night. Turning off the shower, you slipped a shirt and shorts on to open the door quickly. You put your best fake smile on before opening the door to see one of the people you didn’t want to see.

Thomas fucking Holland.

Panicking, you shut the door in his face before he could even say hello.

“Y/N, please, open the door.” He pleaded as your breathing became uneven. Your heart was pounding out of your chest.

“I love you, dammit!” Tom cried as he pounded the door with his hand.

This was supposed to be a getaway from everything and everyone who had hurt you, including Tom. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss Tom during the time you spent apart, having him back in your life after he found out about your engagement with Darien was one of the best things that could have happened to you at the time, not right now. You wanted to forget, nothing else, or was too much to ask for. He had broken your heart, but he was the only true love you had ever experienced, the only you wanted to experience, but you didn’t trust him the way you once did. When he slipped back into your life, you had agreed to be friends, nothing else, but you had never really taken the time to talk about your history, and maybe he did want you back, but it didn’t matter because trust isn’t something that’s just easily won back. Your heart isn’t something you’re willing to give to anyone you see. Tears began to fall out of your eyes, heart beating faster and faster as you heard Tom’s pleas and cries to let him in. A part of you was tempted to turn the door knob and open the door to let him have you back, all to himself, but the more logical and rational side of you stopped you. The situation was too overwhelming and hearing Tom scream and profess his love for you didn’t make this any easier for you. Sitting down on the couch, you grabbed a pillow to hug it against your chest, finally letting out sobs as Tom cried out for you until you felt your eyes get heavy.

It was still nighttime when you woke up abruptly. Tom wasn’t knocking on the door anymore, nor was he asking for you to let him in. You wondered if he had left. Emotions were weird, you wanted him to go away and leave you alone, but at the same time you secretly wished he would have stayed. Walking towards the door, you felt anxiety bubble up, scared that he would be there, waiting for you because deep down in your broken heart you knew, you would let him in. Opening the wooden door, you saw him, laying on the ground, peacefully sleeping. His brown hair was curlier than it usually was because of the humidity in the air. You felt the walls you had built up around yourself, slowly melt with your heart. It was infuriating. All this curly haired boy had to do to have you falling again for him was look cute.

Tom’s brown orbs fluttered open to see your angelic figure hovering over him, hand on his cheek. His heart began to speed up at an alarming rate.

“Tom?” You asked softly as he just about died. “You wanna come inside? I don’t want to leave you out here alone.”

Once Tom came into the house, he sat on the couch as you gave him a cup of tea. There was an awkward silence between the two of you, the tension thick in the atmosphere. You knew he was at times spineless and nervous, so you decided to be the one to break the ice.

“Why are you here, Tom?” You asked softly. You were never one to yell, Tom knew that. He knew you held in everything you felt until you let it all out once you were alone, or you’d hold it in until you finally broke. He took a deep breath, looking into your eyes before speaking.

“I-I love you.” He whimpered out, staring into your eyes. If this had happened three years ago, you would have taken him back in a heartbeat. You would have probably jumped into his arms before telling him you loved him. That would have happened three years ago, but it didn’t. It’s no longer three years ago, it’s the present. You’ve changed, and you weren’t going to let him in as easily.

“Tom, I just broke off my engagement.”

“But you didn’t love him like you loved me.”

You paused, your breath hitching because you knew he was right. “No, I didn’t, but you shattered every bit of trust I had for you when you left me.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I can’t blame my actions on anything else because there’s no excuse as to why I did what I did, but I love you. I never stopped. I was always thinking about you.”

“Then why were you out every night with a different piece of arm candy everyday?” You snapped, anger bubbling up inside you.

“I was in pain, okay?” He yelled, making you flinch. “I-I was depressed because deep inside I knew you wouldn’t wait around for me. I missed you and I could not stop thinking about you. So, I drowned myself in alcohol, but you were right.” He paused, letting a couple of tears out. “You were right no one knew me like you did, no one could please me like you did. No one loved me like you did. I should’ve known better, and I realized that after the first couple times, I didn’t sleep with anyone else after that. I just drank a lot. I’m sorry--” Before he could say anything else, you pulled him into a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. Tom was surprised, he thought you were going to tell him to get lost, but you didn’t, you did the opposite. He breathed in the scent of your hair; lemons, you always loved lemons. It was nice to have you so close to him, he had missed you, feeling absolutely lost without you. Tom let himself cry into your shoulder as you rubbed his back soothingly, something you used to do whenever Tom would come to confide in you, or when he needed comfort.

“I love you.” He whispered, looking into your angel eyes, enchanted by your endless beauty. Tom started to lean in, eyes flickering from your gaze to your lips. You felt a magnetic pull, luring you towards him, temptation strong, but you stopped yourself, knowing it wasn’t the right time yet. You backed away as Tom snapped out of his blissful trance.

“I’m sorry.” He said, nerves rising back up again as he turned his stare somewhere else.

You shook your head. “It’s okay, really.” You spoke, an idea popping into your head. Maybe you weren’t ready to be with him again, but you were willing to give him a chance. “How about this?” The question gaining Tom’s attention, eyes focusing back on you. “Stay and prove to me you’re ready to love me the way I needed you to.” Tom’s glowed as bright as the stars in the sky.

He beamed at you. “Yes!” He yelled, startling you. “Sorry. I’ll prove to you I’m ready to love you the way you deserve to be loved.” He stated, still smiling.

The two of you sat silently on the couch, sleep beginning to take over your physically and emotionally exhausted bodies. Before you could even argue, Tom had fallen asleep on your shoulder. Choosing to not wake him up, you let him sleep on you while you ran your fingers through his hair, easing him into a profound sleep.

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The sun shined through the glass windows as the waves slowly crashed into the shore. It was the next morning. You had forgotten last night’s events until you felt a head of brown curls tickle your neck. Tom was laying on your chest, your legs tangled together as you laid on the couch of your house. He looked so peaceful, there was a small smile painted on his face, which in turn made you feel like you were falling for this British white boy all over again. It was so easy to forgive him, but there was still a nagging thought in the back of your mind, warning you against giving him your love again. Your thoughts stopped pouring down like rain when Tom groaned softly into your neck, making you laugh.

“You still ticklish, love?” Tom muttered, purposely blowing air into your neck. You giggled, slightly pushing him away, but he had a tight grip on your hips, refusing to let you out of his arms.

“Yes, now, please, get off me. I’m hungry.” You whined. He shook his head, pouting and pulling you closer to him.

“No.” He huffed like a child.

“No?” You asked in a baby voice.

“No.” He responded with his own baby voice.

It was something you used to do with him. He would whine and cling onto you like a baby, so you talked to him with a baby voice to humor him, and it just stuck. You would always start it and he would just follow along. He would never show it to anyone but you. He loved it when you spoiled him with cuddles and talked to him in your baby voice because he knew he had all of your attention, even if he wouldn’t admit it to anyone else that he liked it.

Deciding your stomach was already pissed at you, you pushed the curly haired boy off you, causing him to fall on the floor, a loud thud bouncing off the walls as he groaned in pain. You giggled as you walked into the kitchen to start breakfast.

“Come on, boy. If you really want me back, you’ll have to earn it.” You called out from the kitchen as Tom laid on the floor, mind still hazy from having you so close to him after what felt like an eternity.

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The night before, you had listened to a broken Tom rant about how miserable he was without you. You listened to him apologize endlessly as he led all the pent up emotions he had been hiding for the past three years. You listened, and that was the part he loved most about you. You comforted and helped him through. He had tried to kiss you when everything got quiet and he felt peace in your arms, but you stopped him. You weren’t ready to jump into a relationship with him after everything you went through. Tom would have to earn your trust. That was the agreement, and he was determined to make you his again, show you he loves you more than he did last time. He knew it would take time, but he was willing to wait for you for the rest of eternity because he wanted and needed you, badly.

Later that day, you took Tom to a local cenote. His face was priceless, he looked like a small child entering a brand new candy store. It was a beautiful sight to see, the warmth in the air made you feel like someone was taking care of you from afar, something like an angel. Maybe it was Tom’s presence that made you feel so safe and happy, or maybe it was the memories you made here with your father, you didn’t know which one it was but you loved the emotions it brought you. There was no one else around since most people were working and the tourists didn’t really come to this town. You began to strip off your shirt and shorts as you felt Tom’s brown orbs trailing up and down your body. Tom’s eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets as he saw the bikini you were wearing, it was simple, but enough to make Tom more desperate to have you falling back into his arms. Your facial features were enough to make him weak to his knees, but whenever he saw your body, the boy was practically ready to love you religiously.

“You done staring or nah?” You teased, a smirk plastered on your face. Tom gulped and nodded, still mesmerized by how much more inhumanly gorgeous you had gotten over the last three years. Your laughter rang throughout the cave as he felt his heart beat out of his chest. He had not made you laugh since he came back into your life. He didn’t have time to appreciate the sound because you were already diving into the deep water before his brain could even register what was going on. Tom was going to laugh at your antics, but he stopped himself when he didn’t see you come back up to the surface. Fear and adrenaline coursed through his veins as he slipped off his shirt before jumping into the water, only to get his leg pulled literally by what he knew was your hand but was too scared to actually look. He swam up to the surface to see you laughing hysterically. Tom pouted, looking like a small bean who just got told they can’t have candy for a week.

“Not funny, Y/L/N.” Tom muttered, still frowning and pouting.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, still giggling. “I’m sorry, it’s just--you actually thought I was in danger. It’s cute.” You beamed.

“Yeah? Well, am I getting close to making you mine?” He wiggled his eyebrows, mood switching drastically when he heard you call him cute.

You pinched your fingers together, scrunching your nose up as you giggled. “Little bit, Thomas. Just a tiny bit.” Tom groaned in frustration until he saw you laugh once again, that lovely sound. It was at this moment, Tom knew he loved you too much for his own good.

For the next few weeks you and Tom went around the town shopping and learning from the people. You took pictures in your Polaroid, wanting to capture the memories you were creating together. You took him to your favorite restaurants and showed him the best places to swim in. As you spent more time together, you realized how much you had missed him. His smile lit up your day and his touch made you feel as if the sun was burning inside you. The two of you stayed by the shore watching the sunset everyday as you felt yourself fall for him once again. As each day passed, you would get physically and emotionally closer to him. The bond between you had become unbreakable and he had been gaining your trust back, slowly but he was close. There were days in which Tom would take you to the center of the town to dance to the music filling the void in the streets, and that was when you knew that even though life sucked sometimes, there was still light at the end of the tunnel. The love you had for not only Tom but yourself too was that light you had been anxiously waiting for.

It had now been a month after you had crashed your own wedding and you and Tom were still in Cancun, enjoying the blissful sunset. His arms were wrapped around your shoulders as you sat between his legs, your back leaning against his broad chest. The waves were softly crashing against your feet. The sky was painted a bright shade of yellow which faded to a coral color, then a bold purple shade until they faded into the blue night sky, full of small stars that were millions of miles away. You felt a sudden overwhelming feeling of anxiety at the thought of leaving this place where you had finally found your happiness. You were so free and happy here, knowing that at some point you and Tom would have to come back home, terrified you. Your biggest fear was being hurt and miserable all over again, and you dreaded coming back. The quickened pace of your breaths didn’t go unnoticed by Tom, he knew your thoughts were tormenting you because they always did.

He circled his arms around your waist, turning you around to sit on his lap. Teardrops were slipping down your cheeks and you were gasping for air. Tom brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead to calm you down. Your arms snaked around his neck, holding onto him for dear life. “It’s okay, love. It’s okay.” He cooed, his heart breaking when he heard your broken sobs. Tom felt tears prick his eyes as he watched the love of his life cry like a fallen angel, he hated himself because he was once one of the reasons you cried in pure pain. Tom held you in his arms until you calmed down, letting your sadness wash away.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, pulling away from the embrace to look into his brown eyes as he stared in your bloodshot ones. Tom frowned, his heart clenching in his chest.

He shook his head. “No, darling, don’t apologize, just tell me what’s wrong?”

You inhaled, looking up to make the tears go away before turning your gaze back to Tom’s concerned expression. “I just--I’m so scared of going back, Tom. You know we can’t stay here forever, we have lives to take care of back home.” Your voice cracked as the lump in your throat began to rise up.

“Listen, love, when we go back things will be different. I promise I won’t break your heart. I won’t let Darien hurt you either. Please, believe me when I tell you everything’s gonna be okay.” He pleaded, you stared at him with wide eyes. Tom had changed. Your tears had now dried and your breaths weren’t uneven anymore. Without thinking, you pulled Tom into a tight hug. Tom let out a sigh, a wave of relief traveling through his body, his mind was at ease.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered into his head of brown curls.

He frowned, confused as to why you were apologizing. “Why?” He asked as his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your waist.

“I’ve been pushing you away. All you’ve been trying to do since you came back is help me, and I’ve just made you feel like you weren’t welcome into my life.”

Tom shook his head, not believing the words rolling off your tongue. “No, darling, you had every right to be wary of me. I hurt you and you were just trying to protect yourself. It doesn’t matter now because we’re here now, right? And maybe I haven’t stolen your heart again, but when I do, you’ll be the happiest woman on this planet.” You giggled. You knew he had already stolen your heart, now it was just a game of chicken. Who would make the first move?

You and Tom stayed like that for a while, not letting go of each other. Your hand ran over his chest until you felt something under his tank top. Tom’s eyes widened as he noticed your hands touching his necklace. You slightly stepped back, still sitting on his lap, to pull the silver chain out of its hidden place. Your eyes were curious as your finger pulled out the chain until the ring he had proposed to you with all those years ago appeared in front of you. Your eyes widened, seeing the simple diamond ring once again. How had you never noticed before? You were quiet for a good minute, you were left speechless. Tom couldn’t read your expression, he was scared you were going to push him away again. His grip on your waist tightened out reflex, refusing to let you go again. He’d already made that mistake once, he wasn’t about to make it again, but your expression was just too unreadable for his heart to take it, he felt like he was about to break right then and there.

“Y-you kept it?” You asked, voice quiet. Tom nodded, still internally panicking. You beamed, kissing his cheek before wrapping your arms around his waist. Tom felt relief wash over him as his cheeks began to feel hot and flushed. The small peck you gave his cheek was enough to have his heart soaring into the sky.

“I missed you.” You whispered, breath fanning over the skin of his neck. Tom felt an overwhelming amount of joy, happy that you were letting him back into your life.

“I missed you too, love.”

After a while, Tom pulled away from the hug, his body instantly missing your warmth. “Come on, let’s go somewhere for the night.” He spoke before standing up, extending his hand out to you. You took it with no hesitation, Tom felt his heart skip a beat because maybe, just maybe, you trusted him. He pulled you towards him before he started to run, fingers still tangled together. The two of you laughed as you ran, giggling like two love struck teenagers.

“Where are we going?” You asked, giggling as Tom pulled you towards what looked like a small cliff.

“Alright, do you trust me?” Tom asked, you nodded, making him grin. He picked you up, placing you in his arms before jumping into the water below. You let out a scream, clinging onto Tom’s broad shoulders as the two of you fell into the clear water. You closed your eyes, holding your breath as your body made contact with the water. Everything in that moment felt different; freeing. Your hair danced in the water as your entire body felt itself being consumed by the ocean’s waters. When you came back up to the surface, you felt new, cleansed. It was as if all of your worries and insecurities were washed away to be lost in the depths of the ocean.

You laughed as Tom wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling you close to him. A beaming smile broke out into his face as he saw how beautiful you looked, hair wet, bathing suit stuck to your perfect skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, turning to see him staring at you.

“What?” You giggled. Tom shook his head, still smiling.

“You make me weak, Y/N.” He whispered. Your lips were so close to his, making it impossible for him to keep his eyes away from your mouth.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly, you nodded, feeling your body being pulled towards his in an addictive way. You closed your eyes Tom placed his lips on yours, pecking them softly before the kiss became deeper and more intimate. It was a beautifully blissful moment. Your hands tugged on his curly wet hair. Your lips molded together as his tongue teased your lips. He let his hands explore every curve of your body, remembering the times he had touched like this, made you squirm in his arms. Finally giving in to his touch, you let his tongue glide over yours. Tom gripped your hips, pulling you inhumanly closer to his body. You ran your hand over his chest, you could feel his heart beating a thousand miles an hour. He knew that after all this time you still made him nervous. The water began to move violently as your bodies crave for more. The small waves crashing into your entangled bodies. Your breaths mixed together as you felt your cheeks become flushed. You pulled away, gasping for air. Tom leaned his forehead against yours, lips swollen.

“I love you.” You whispered, eyes trained on his brown ones.

“I love you too.” Tom sobbed before pulling you into another kiss, this one more desperate but softer than the last one.

You and Tom were walking back to the house after your trip to the ocean, hands intertwined, giggling like two lovesick teenagers. The moonlight was shining brightly as the universe finally gave you the happiness and satisfaction you had been desperately craving for. Tom couldn’t stop staring at you, it amazed him how much of a sucker he was for you. You noticed his stare, giggling softly.

“What?” You asked as you stopped by the shore, turning to face him.

“Nothing. I just like the way your skin shines under the moonlight.” He smiled, and that was when you became certain that he would never leave you again, not even for the moon.

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Legends Recap

Because while I was determined not to (I was three episodes behind!), sometimes a girl's just got to scream into the void: "HOW DO THESE WRITERS KEEP THEIR JOBS?"

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Raiders of the Lost Art: Wow, I don’t care about Rip. Also, you had the fucking spear of destiny through all of season 1? Fucking incompetent.

I’ve seen the Mick scene before. *hugs Mick*

…Nate is such an annoying frat boy. 3AM blasting bad music? In a small space near other people’s sleeping quarters? And just “oh, yeah, sorry, I needed to do a thing” as an explanation? We have a name for those people: assholes.

Again: Indiana Jones is an archeologist. Not a historian.

“Anyone would have made the call to save Grey!” “Would Rip?” Answer: no, because Rip doesn’t care about the team. Remember how he did that repeatedly last season? Why is this show trying to push Sara’s weird (and out of nowhere) crush on Rip?

I have literally no interest in Rip’s issues. Zero.

Fear of giant toads, somehow related to Mick’s mother (reference to “mommy talk”). Dragon!Mick confirmed?

Mick’s expression of “you’ve got to be kidding me” is going to be the highlight of this episode, I can tell.

I’m pleased they remember that Mick can knock someone out without harming them. I’m less pleased that they seem to have forgotten that Sara can do the same?

“Oh now, our way out is block! Pity we didn’t bring Jax, so that we could literally Firestorm fly our way out! That would have made sense, but cost precious CGI money!”

Mick’s tradition of carrying people continues.

Oh god, this episode’s only halfway over. Make it stop.

Goody, Stein insulting Mick to his face. Also, emotional problems leading to hallucinations are a serious problem??? Even if it’s just “emotions”, there are hallucinations?

NOTE TO AUDIENCE: Not having 4 PhDs or a history degree = total inability to read words!

NOTE TO AUDIENCE: Not being an inventor or a historian makes you useless!

Also, apparently getting mugged once can cause a change of career after dropping money and time into it.

Why did they move the chair into Mick’s room? HOW did they? (Why were we, the audience, deprived of the glorious scene of Mick and Stein hauling it down the hallway)

Also, Mick has been interpreting Stein’s academic technobabble without a problem the whole episode, and yet, everyone on board thinks he’s stupid…

I’m incredibly pissed at this episode for raising hopes of Len and then destroying them. Both for Mick, and for the audience.

I’m also not here for the Rip/Sara thing. Also the fact that this show seems to assume people will be super disbelieving despite being on a goddamn spaceship.

Oh, my bby! Mick’s head is literally SLICED OPEN in that scene! WTF?

I get all the Star Wars references, I just…don’t care…

George Lucas is holding the spear of destiny, which makes him a great director…or, at least, married to one. He’s a good tech guy, at least.

In which the Guy Who Has Never Been In A Fight Decides Not To Run From Evil Bad Guys Because…Plot.

Mick’s little smile when he says “ghost” and the heartbreak after it is just…unnecessary. Also, wtf, Stein, hallucinations are not a usual response to grief, okay?

Ugh.

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Legion of Doom:

Damien’s intro is more interesting than 95% of the normal Legends’.

Okay, why is Merlyn having Feelings about Darkh dying? (Also, wouldn’t removing Darkh from the timeline mean that that timeline no longer happens? Why do G. Lucas’ ~~feelings~~ about filmmaking have an immediate impact but literally removing the person who doesn’t go on to do any of the shit he later does not?)

Fucking writers. This could be such a good show if they cared even a LITTLE.

I do enjoy the sheer bitchiness of the bad guys. Pity they’re Nazis. Also, do we need all the scenes of tortures?

ALSO: why the hell would his daughter help with a mystical artifact? Like, I see that she does because of plot, but couldn't they have put any effort into explaining why her specialty is required? Also, why does she have a radiation detector in her pocket when she goes to get coffee?

Bad guys: bitch-bitch-bitch.

Bad guys: bitch about each other.

Bad guys: yet MORE bitching!

Bad guys: worst bank robbers ever?

Mick’s difficulty thinking of the word is adorable. And yeah, she deserved to know. Everyone acting super weird about her, and she doesn’t know why? She would have wanted to know. It was clearly deliberate, too (I love how he goes to “asphyxiation”!)

Bad guys: going back to bitching. With swords! (See, I’d like them, but: Nazis.)

Stein is moping because Mick “spilled the beans” on a secret he shouldn’t be keeping. So sad.

Both sides figure out Eobard, finally. Also, can’t Eo just phase out through the wall?

Speedster: not…use…speed…force? I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand?

Eo’s terror face is hilarious. Also, did everyone just forget about phasing?

Stein’s family drama, yeah, yeah. Stein: Can’t you stay? Lily: No, the budget can’t afford another regular. I mean, I have protein-folding to be doing instead of LITERAL time travel with future science! Because that’s totally how normal people/scientists make decisions!

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Turncoat:

Mick’s intro is lovely.

Interesting mention about “time travel” being fun – I assume not all the memories are back in place. That, or being a Time Master is even more dull than I’d previously imagined.

I’m in for Gideon killing everybody! *notes down fic idea*

Go Mick! Use your skills! (Ray deserves all the arm twisting.)

Nate and Amaya – boring. And seriously, with the ‘falling into his arms’ thing?

Good lord, someone actually makes a plan that includes the line “and then if there’s trouble, Firestorm”? I thought I’d never see the day.

(Ray should totally go as a toy. And Ray, stop making faces at Mick – you’ve been a dick to him all season, only fair he gets some licks back in.)

“Oh you’re married to a black woman! Don’t you know we were racist back then!” says the man in late 18th century New Jersey, where rich black women could still vote. (No, really, in a handful of states black women could vote as long as they owned property. This was one of the rights that was lost when the US got itself a federal government. But the past was always racist! because we didn't make this joke enough when Kendra and Ray were dating!)

Ray’s “Mer-ry Christmas!” is amusing.

Mick identifies the problem faster than anyone else, as usual. Mick disapproves of Rip’s behavior – and Rip’s attempt to compare the two of them. For shame, Rip; as usual, thinking the worst of Mick.

“And Rory.” “That was implied.” Yeah, sure. At least Jax gets next Captain after Sara goes! First time I’ve seen any reference to Jax’s leadership skills in…the entire series…

Really. Twice. That doesn’t make it funny.

“I’ll bet a hundred yous you’re wrong” = Mick is the best. Georgie isn’t wrong about there being rules of war, but Mick is still the best.

Jax. Jax. I love you, but there is a DIFFERENCE between “wow, I’m in charge of a handful of people and need to make decisions” and “I’m going to do a potentially life threatening activity involving literally digging into my friend’s stomach (which is filled with organs that, if nicked, could cause sepsis and death) with a knife, and I’m going to do it without a guide or any experience”. Stein wins this one hands down.

Okay, let me just be clear: somehow, Amaya has been on this ship for months and months and never heard the term ‘dating’ and is instead using ‘courting’, which is the most formal of formal terms used in the past. Because obviously a man – to use old-fashiony language like this show wants to – “called on” or “stepped out with” a woman a few times before officially declaring a courtship. Because the past didn’t have one-night stands, because people only developed libidos around the time of the internet. SERIOUSLY SHOW? People have been fucking for fun since forever. The whole “sexual revolution” thing was a revolution because women could have sex for fun WITHOUT RISK OF PREGNANCY.

Before then, they still had sex, they used what contraceptives they had and hoped for the best. There’s a reason shotgun weddings were a thing. And why

And I was told they went with the “huddling for warming -> sex” thing, I knew it was coming, it’s just…disappointing. Boring.

Jax Home Alone looks like it’s going to be fun.

Rip – the most ahistorical haircut, or the most ahistorical haircut? Ugly, too.

Georgie: “Don’t punish Mick! He’s not guilty!” Mick: “You bet your ass I am! Possibly not at the moment, but of many other things! And also, just generally speaking!”

Still bored with Nate/Amaya.

Jax Home Alone is not anywhere near as fun as I was hoping. Boo.

Mick: So I’m getting you out of here. George: No. Mick: *tries insults* *it’s not very effective* George: *stirring speech* Mick: *stirring speech* *it’s super-effective!* George: …

“Oh, no, what about George Washington and Rory!” says the person happily having sex and napping instead literally five minutes before.

Awwwww, Ratigan! That is some terrible CGI.

Why are they selling the Rip/Sara? It’s icky. (This is me: totally believing that Sara’s dead. Really. Totally. Even for five seconds.)

First, the historical critique: they shouldn’t ALL be standing around at a hanging with primed guns, that’s a recipe for disaster.

Second: I don’t even care this is glorious. Mick saves everyone! Mick tackles four people! George uses his superior height!

Also, if Mick convinced him early in the evening, then they literally spent all night talking.

First instance of Georgie-boy! (though poor Mick is still suicidal, oh dear)

George: …yeah, Americans out, stage left, pursued by bear.

Jax, Jax, baby, just shoot him in the kneecap. What the hell is with these heroes? Sara’s back and decides to use Christmas against everyone because…no, I have no idea why. Is it just me or does it feel like these episodes are massively out of order?

Awwww, Georgie and Mick drinking together <3 Mick and the criminal justice system! And then they hug! Mick finally has a good friend!

“Rebel spirit, steadfastness, crass yet effective use of language, you’re the best of what our new nation can be” – Mick is now officially embarrassed and hiding. Man, if I hadn’t already written that Barry/Mick fic, I would now.

Sara and Jax bro-ship is perfectly okay. More of that.

Mick in a hat! Mick with his new rat! <3 Mick kissing his new rat!

“We have nothing to celebrate – including Mick getting a statute!” – why, guys, why?

(Mick’s face of “yeah I still got nothing” whenever the statute is mentioned is adorable)

“Because the League may have everything – smarts, beauty, cunning, charisma…wait, where was I going with this?”

#dc's legends of tomorrow #lot liveblog

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