Moving On - Thomas Jefferson x Reader
Request- 184, 169, 132 with Thomas Jefferson??
Word count- 1150
Warnings- swearing, cheating, idk what else
Notes- sorry this took a while, I have no excuse other than my mind wasn’t great and I had a bit of writer’s block, oops
Prompts- “I waited and waited, but you never came back!” “I just wanted you to know that when I picture myself happy… It’s with you” & “Go on then, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”
You sat on the couch in your living room, curled up in blankets and watching the tv alone. Tomorrow was the day. You were finally going to be married to your soulmate.
You were perfect together. It was clear. Both of your families thought so, your friends thought so. There was nothing that could come between you two.
The two of you had met shortly after you’d gone through a kinda bad breakup. Well, it wasn’t really a breakup. You were never technically together in the first place, but you were still incredibly cut up about how the whole thing was dealt with. They’d helped you get through the worst of times and, after a time in which you were able to regain your trust in people, you’d managed to fall in love with them. Luckily for you, they reciprocated the feeling and you’d soon got together. They’d proposed to you in a quiet secluded spot after a year of dating. Some may say that was too soon but you were both so sure with each other. They made you happy when no one else good and you felt that it was a good enough reason if anything.
You’d both decided to be equally cheesy and spend the night before your wedding together, and so you claimed the apartment you both shared and they went off to be with their wedding party, ready for tomorrow.
You knew it was getting late, and you didn’t want to be tired for tomorrow, seeing as you’d probably be up at an ungodly hour to get ready anyway. Deciding to watch the last few minutes of the episode before resigning yourself to bed, you settled back down in your blanket fort before hearing a knock at the door.
“That’s odd,” you muttered to yourself. It must be somebody just checking that I was okay, or something about the wedding. You stood up and walked over to the door, praying it wasn’t a serial murderer or something.
“Hel-” you started to address the person standing in the doorway but stopped immediately once you’d realized who it was. You looked into his brown eyes, before flicking away your gaze, and took in his unkempt and rather messy appearance.
Every memory that you’d tried, and temporarily succeeded, to erase came flooding back to you.
Every moment you’d shared together, the good and the bad. From the moment you met, drunken shenanigans which occasionally led to more than just friendly banter, the laughs you got when your friends tried to figure out what you were to each other when neither of you even knew yourselves, all the way down to the arguments and the way that he had just left without another word, leaving you in the dark for ages. You were never officially together, or so you thought. He’d never asked you and you’d never asked him. All you knew was that once he’d left your life as soon as he’d entered it, you were not happy, not one bit.
“You can’t marry them,” Thomas blurted out, now.
“Nice to see you too, Thomas,” you replied coolly, looking back into his eyes.
“I mean it.” he said, gesturing with his hands to ask whether he could come inside. You nodded your head, and moved out of the way so he could enter. “You can’t marry them.”
“Why not?” you said indignantly. As if he had any right to tell you who you can and can’t be in a relationship with. Especially with your history.
“Because,” he started. “We weren’t finished. There was still a ‘we’.” You opened your mouth to start talking but he quickly stopped you. “I know, I was an idiot and I cut off all contact with you but- but- well, I don’t have an excuse for that but I was a dick. A massive dick. And I know I hurt you. But we weren’t finished. Whatever it was we had, whatever there was for us to finish, I was willing to fight for it. But I come back to contact you again and find out from a friend that you were seeing somebody else-”
“Are you actually trying to blame me for this?” You asked him quietly, but enough for him to hear you.
“Are you actually trying to say that the reason we 'broke up’ was because I found somebody who treated me right? Because, you may not have realized this Thomas, but perhaps you were the reason why I met this dear person. I tried to get you back. I waited and waited, but you never came back! So I gave up, found someone new, moved on from you. So don’t fucking tell me that you expected me to come back to you straight away. Because you and I both know that I’m not the type of person to do that.” You told him, ending up right in his face.
Stepping back, he tried to defend himself but he knew immediately that he was in the wrong. “I just don’t understand how you could throw away what we had as if it was nothing!”
“What do you mean, 'what we had’? It was nothing but an on and off fling!”
“Oh, come on, I know I wasn’t the only one who thought that the relationship was pointless. That whatever we had between us was something to work on, not dismiss.”
“There was nothing between us!” You defended but you weren’t entirely sure if you meant the words you said.
“Go on then, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.” He looked straight into your eyes, trying to figure out whether you were cracking or not.
“You heard me. If there truly was nothing between us then why would it be so hard for you to say?”
“Thomas, I- you know that I’m-” But you never got to finish your sentence. You were cut off by Thomas crashing his lips against yours. For a second you thought about pulling away but before your brain made the decision, you involuntarily kissed back, tangling your fingers in his hair. He smiled slightly and pulled you closer than to him. It took a few moments for you to come back to your senses, but you soon regained control of your thoughts and you pushed him off you, refusing to look him in the eyes.
“Shit,” you whispered. That shouldn’t have happened. That definitely should not have happened.
“(Y/N),” he tried to say, but you only silenced him.
“No, just… Just leave- please,” you said, not looking at him, lost in your own thoughts.
“I just- I just wanted you to know that when I picture myself happy… It’s with you. Your head snapped towards him, but he was no longer looking in your direction, instead at the ground, not meeting your gaze.
"Thomas, please,” you said almost begging. “Just leave.”
(Part 2?? Maybe??)
thank you for reading -millie