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Wardlow 👑 😍

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We still giving passes to his supporters separating them from their art or nah

Five months into Trump's presidency, and we are in a war.

Did his supporters have that on the bingo card?

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Congrats Wardlow and the rest of the cast. So excited this is coming back

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Finally!!!! Yay

There’s something Big E would say about this…

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Can we make "Thank you Paul" a thing cause you did the Lord's work. Although you could've left Punk out of it😂😂

Great job, Seth!

Awesome job, Punk

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Listen i wanted Punk to win buuuuut I'll take it!

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What funny about it is ... yall would (and did) cut off friends and family for that same shit 😂😂😂😂😂

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Reblog if you’re black tumblr

and yes you have to be black, this isn’t an all access typa club

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I tried y’all.

But going on twitter and even hearing him speak, I couldn’t do it. First of all not only am I a black woman, I am a Haitian woman. Do you know how ridiculed I got when his president insulted my people?!?? People barking at me at the gas station bc their president said my people were eating your regular neighborhood cats and dogs?? And Joe ass turned around and said, “One of them gave information, the other answered questions.” WHAT QUESTIONS!?!?!?? And after all that, the choice was EASY!?!?

You know how hard it is to live in my skin, comfortablely!? How hard we protested for our rights just for it to be snatched from us in a certain way? AND HOW MAJORITY OF THIS MANS POLICIES HAVE A HUGE AFFECT ON PEOPLE WHO LOOK LIKE ME? WHO LIVES THE LIFE US REGULAR JOES HAVE TO LIVE?!?!

Imagine having to go through all that and then going home saying, “Let me turn this on because it brings me comfort.” Just to find out, (which essentially, maybe thats my fault for thinking he had a difference of opinion seeing how he grew up JUST LIKE ME DAMN NEAR) just to find out that if I were to have met this man and sat at a table for conversations, this is the shit he would say? Thats the bullshit you agree with? “I don’t agree with everything but…” stfu.

Lmao yall… I CANNOT rn😂😂 I wanna fade him just to do it.

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Disregard that question about that man. I've seen some dense ass responses from ppl who can't read or think he fine enough to look pass it.

While he is fine.... he ain't that damn fine.

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no but wait fr: what’s the logic of saying fuck dt but not drawing the line at Roman??? 😭🤣 is it cause he’s hot? 🤪 if the answers yes: you’re a goofy bitch 🫵🏽 but fr: why yall giving him a pass? dimé. 🤕

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𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 - Tom & Candice

Characters: Tom Hardy & Candice Swanepoel Setting: London, England Triggers: N/A Summary: What started as a seemingly ordinary date night turned into one of the most unforgettable moments of their lives when Tom led Candice through the rain-soaked ruins of St. Dunstan in the East, only to drop to one knee and ask her to marry him. Surrounded by candlelight, ivy-covered stone, and a whole lot of love, she said yes to a lifetime of adventure with the man who feels like home. / @tcmhcrdy

CANDICE: Candice lingered in the doorway for a moment after saying her goodbyes to Ariel and Dani, a warm smile still playing on her lips as she watched Tom’s mum drive off with them. Turning back inside, she let out a soft breath, closing the door behind her before walking toward her boyfriend. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in close. “One of the best things about London?” she mused, tilting her head with a playful smirk. “Having built-in babysitters for free.” She pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his lips before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “Your mum is too good to me,” she added, a touch more sincerity in her tone now. “And I love how she is with Ariel. The way he calls her ‘Grandma’ like she’s been in his life forever? It gets me every single time.” A happy sigh escaped her as she rested her forehead lightly against his for a moment, soaking in the quiet before her smirk returned. “Now that we’ve got a couple of days kid-free…” she teased, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “What’s on the cards for us, Hardy? Because I plan on making very good use of this rare and precious freedom.”

TOM: Tom let out a small chuckle, his hands settling naturally at Candice’s waist as he gazed down at her, his blue eyes flickering with something just a little different—something deeper—though he tried to play it cool. “Well, love,” he murmured, his voice laced with that familiar London drawl, “I had a few things in mind.” His fingers traced slow circles at her lower back, a telltale sign of nerves, but he covered it up with a lopsided smirk. “Figured we could have a nice dinner, maybe take a walk, enjoy the quiet for once.” He leaned in, brushing his nose against hers before dropping a quick kiss to her lips, lingering just enough to make it count. His heart was racing, though. If she knew him any better—which, of course, she did���she might’ve picked up on the slight tension in his shoulders, the way he held her just a little tighter than usual. His mum had taken Ariel and Dani for a reason. And Candice… well, she had no idea what was coming. Clearing his throat, he tilted his head, feigning nonchalance. “But before we do all that… fancy getting a bit dressed up for me? Something about seeing you all done up does things to me,” he teased, flashing her that signature grin, though the weight in his pocket made it harder to breathe. He needed a bit more time to set things up because tonight was the night. And if he could just keep it together for a few more hours, he’d be asking her the most important question of his life.

CANDICE: Candice narrowed her eyes slightly at Tom, her lips curving into a smile as she felt the subtle shift in his energy. The way his fingers moved against her lower back, the way he was holding her just a little closer than usual, didn’t go unnoticed. But instead of calling him out on it, she decided to play along, letting her fingers trail teasingly over his chest. “Dress up for you?” she mused, tilting her head slightly, her gaze locked onto his with a playful glint. “Well, when you ask so nicely, how could I possibly say no?” Her smirk deepened as she leaned in, pressing another slow, deliberate kiss to his lips. “Give me 30 minutes” With that, she slipped from his grasp and headed upstairs, throwing a teasing glance over her shoulder as she disappeared into the bedroom. True to her word, exactly thirty minutes later, Candice reemerged, stepping into the room with the kind of effortless grace that made it impossible to look away. The black dress she had chosen was the perfect mix of elegant and sinful; sleek, hugging her curves in all the right places, with a daring thigh-high slit and a low-cut back that left little to the imagination. Her blonde waves cascaded down her shoulders in soft, glamorous waves, her smokey eye makeup accentuating the piercing blue of her gaze. And her lips, bold, red, and kissable, were the final touch. As she reached him, she let her fingers trail up the lapels of his jacket. “Now,” she said, her fingers still resting against his chest, “where exactly are you taking me? Because if you’re going to keep me in suspense, I might need another kiss as a distraction.”

TOM: Tom swallowed hard, letting his eyes rake over her as she stepped toward him, every movement effortlessly smooth, every detail of her appearance designed to drive him to the brink. Jesus. He had known she would look stunning—Candice always did—but somehow, she still managed to knock the air straight from his lungs. His hands found her waist instinctively as she trailed her fingers up his lapels, her touch light, teasing. He could feel the smirk tugging at the corner of her lips before she even spoke. Does she know?, he thought. Not exactly what he had planned, but could she sense the shift in him, the tension beneath his usual bravado? Tom exhaled, forcing himself to regain some semblance of composure. His grip tightened just slightly at her waist as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over her lips. “You’ll see soon enough, love,” he murmured, his voice low, teasing, though the edge of nervous energy still pulsed beneath it. “But keep this up, and we’ll never make it out the door.”

With a reluctant chuckle, he stepped back, slipping his fingers through hers as he led her toward the car, keeping the details of the night locked behind a smirk. The ride through London was quiet in the way that wasn’t really quiet at all—Candice watching him with that knowing gaze, Tom gripping the wheel a little tighter than usual, his mind running a hundred miles an hour. Every streetlight that passed cast soft golden glows over her, and he had to remind himself to breathe. By the time they pulled up to St. Dunstan in the East, the rain had settled into a steady mist, the kind that turned the city into something out of a dream. The ruins stood dark and empty ahead, just as he had planned. The candles had been carefully hidden for now, his mates tucked away where they wouldn’t be seen, the photographer waiting for just the right moment. Tom cut the engine and turned to her, a smirk playing at his lips despite the tightness in his chest. “Bit of a detour tonight,” he said, his fingers drumming lightly against the steering wheel. “Thought we could take a walk before dinner.”

He climbed out first, moving quickly around to her side, ever the gentleman—though if he was being honest, he mostly needed the extra second to gather himself. The ring was still burning a hole in his pocket, his nerves twisting tighter with every step. He took her hand again, guiding her into the ruins, the cool rain misting over them as they stepped beneath the towering arches. The city noise faded into the background, leaving only the soft patter of rain against stone, the distant hum of life beyond the walls. For now, the setup wasn’t visible—just the quiet, almost ethereal beauty of the place. Tom glanced at her, his jaw tightening slightly as he fought the urge to reach for the box too soon. Instead, he let his fingers brush against her back, grounding himself in the warmth of her, in the moment before everything changed. “You ever just think about how some things last, even when they shouldn’t?” he mused, his voice quieter now, more thoughtful as he glanced up at the ivy-clad walls. “Centuries go by, storms hit, but somehow, this place is still standing.” His lips quirked slightly, though there was something else behind his eyes now—something raw, unguarded. “Bit poetic, don’t you think?” The rain dripped from the edges of the stone, catching faintly in her hair. Tom let the silence settle between them for a second before exhaling, shaking his head as if shaking off his nerves “Come on,” he said, tugging her hand gently, leading her deeper inside. “There’s something I want to show you.” Because in just a few minutes, everything was going to change. And God, he hoped she was ready for it—because he had never been more sure of anything in his life.

CANDICE: Candice let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as Tom led her further into the ruins. “A detour?” she mused, her fingers lacing through his effortlessly as she stepped in closer beside him. The cool mist of rain kissed her skin, but the warmth radiating from him kept her from feeling the chill. There was something about the way he was acting, calm, but… not. Like there was a current running beneath his usual confidence, a tension he wasn’t acknowledging. But if he wasn’t going to bring it up, she wasn’t about to ruin the mystery. Not yet. Her eyes lifted to the towering walls, the ivy draped over the timeworn stone like nature reclaiming something that had once been lost. The dim light from the city barely reached them here, turning the space into something almost dreamlike. She let her fingers trail along the cool stone as they walked, her heels clicking softly against the damp ground. “You know,” she murmured, glancing at him as his words settled in her mind. “I’ve never really thought about it like that. But you’re right, it’s kind of incredible, isn’t it?” She tilted her head, watching the way his gaze lingered on the ruins, something unreadable in his expression. “All the things this place has been through, and yet… here it is. Still standing. Still beautiful.” Her voice softened as she gave his hand a light squeeze. “Kind of reminds me of you.” Her lips curled into a teasing smirk before he could take that too seriously. “Or maybe me. I mean, let’s be honest, I’ve been through enough fashion week chaos to withstand a hurricane at this point.” She let out a light laugh, trying to shake the unexpected weight of the moment, though she couldn’t ignore the way he was looking at her. But if this was just another one of Tom Hardy’s infamous surprises, she was more than happy to let him have his fun.

She exhaled, turning in toward him slightly, her free hand reaching up to adjust the lapel of his jacket, smoothing it out without thought. “I will say, you’ve got a habit of taking me to the most interesting places. Candlelit dinners? Predictable. Strolling through an ancient ruin in the rain? Now that’s Hardy charm.” She grinned, eyes glinting with mischief as she tapped a finger against his chest. “So, tell me, what exactly am I meant to be seeing here?” Her voice was light, teasing, but there was something else beneath it. A flicker of curiosity, of anticipation. The way he was holding her hand just a little tighter, the way his jaw had set just a little firmer, made her pulse quicken, though she couldn’t say why.

TOM: Tom smirked at her words, that ever-present mischief flickering in his eyes, but there was something deeper beneath it tonight. A quiet intensity. A purpose. His fingers tightened ever so slightly around hers as he led her forward, weaving them further into the heart of the ruins. The air smelled of damp stone and rain, the cool mist kissing their skin, but warmth pulsed between them, unspoken, electric. Candice’s laughter still lingered in the air when they turned the next corner. The ruins, once shrouded in shadows, were now illuminated by a soft, golden glow. Dozens of candles flickered along the crumbling stone, their flames dancing in the light drizzle, while delicate fairy lights were strung between the ivy-laced pillars, casting a dreamlike shimmer over the space. The ancient walls stood timeless and strong, bathed in warmth, in love. In intention. Tom didn’t say a word at first, just watched her, his expression unreadable—but his eyes… his eyes told her everything. Slowly, he turned to face her, bringing their joined hands up to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles before sinking down onto one knee. “Candice,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion, his accent wrapping around her name like a promise. “You talk about this place—how it’s stood through the ages, weathered storms, time, chaos… and still, it’s here. Beautiful. Strong.” His lips curved slightly, his fingers tracing circles against her skin. “But you, love—you’re the most incredible thing I’ve ever known. Stronger than any ruin, more breathtaking than any city skyline.”

His throat bobbed as he exhaled, steadying himself, though his hands never wavered. “You walked into my life with all your fire, your wit, your maddening ability to make me laugh when I shouldn’t, and you changed everything.” His voice dropped lower, more intimate. “You make me want to be better. You make everything—everything—feel like home.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, velvet box, flicking it open to reveal a ring—elegant, timeless, perfect. The candlelight caught the diamond, making it glisten like the stars barely visible through the rain. “I don’t want a life where you’re just a part of it, Candice. I want a life with you. Every adventure, every storm, every ridiculous, impossible, wonderful moment. If you’ll have me.” His smirk flickered for just a second before something softer, truer, took its place. “So, what do you say, love? Will you marry me?” The rain whispered around them, the candles burning bright despite the mist, but in that moment, there was only her. Only them.

CANDICE: Candice stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat, lips parted slightly as she stared down at Tom, her Tom, kneeling before her in the middle of the rain-kissed ruins, his voice still echoing softly in her ears. For a split second, she couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. The candles flickered around them like stars come down to Earth, and the city sounds faded until it was only the steady patter of rain, the soft thrum of her heartbeat, and the man looking up at her like she was his entire world.

Her hand slowly came up to cover her mouth, not to stifle a scream or a gasp, but to hold in the swell of emotion that suddenly took over. Her eyes glistened with tears she hadn’t expected, and a laugh, small and disbelieving, bubbled up from her chest. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “You’re actually doing this.” She took a single step forward, then another, before dropping to her knees in front of him, uncaring of her dress, the damp ground, the drizzle that clung to her hair. Her hands found his face, palms warm against his jaw, thumbs brushing over the stubble she loved so much. “You absolute menace,” she whispered, her voice trembling with affection, wonder, and just a little awe. “You’ve been acting weird all night and I still didn’t see this coming.” She laughed through a teardrop as it slipped down her cheek, shaking her head at him fondly. “You want every storm, every adventure, every beautiful mess with me?” Her voice softened, but the weight of it landed right in her chest. “Tom, you are the adventure. You are the reason my heart feels full when I wake up in the morning. You are home.” Her hands trembled slightly as she touched his face, her eyes never leaving his. “I didn’t know I could feel this safe with someone. I didn’t know I could have this much joy just by hearing your voice in the next room. You’ve changed my life, Hardy. Completely. And yes… yes, I’ll marry you.” Her lips curled into a smile that was all love and no hesitation. “I’ll marry you a thousand times over if you’ll let me.” She kissed him then, deep, emotional, soaked in everything unsaid, her arms wrapping around his neck as if she never wanted to let go.

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ohhhhh i just know the harry da souza fics are gonna be so good, there's so much to work with 👀👀 can't wait to read themmmm

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This still cracks me up , he was so pissed

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I love the internet 😂😂😂

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𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 - Tom & Candice

Characters: Tom Hardy & Candice Swanepoel Setting: London, England Triggers: N/A Summary: What started as a seemingly ordinary date night turned into one of the most unforgettable moments of their lives when Tom led Candice through the rain-soaked ruins of St. Dunstan in the East, only to drop to one knee and ask her to marry him. Surrounded by candlelight, ivy-covered stone, and a whole lot of love, she said yes to a lifetime of adventure with the man who feels like home. / @tcmhcrdy

CANDICE: Candice lingered in the doorway for a moment after saying her goodbyes to Ariel and Dani, a warm smile still playing on her lips as she watched Tom’s mum drive off with them. Turning back inside, she let out a soft breath, closing the door behind her before walking toward her boyfriend. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in close. “One of the best things about London?” she mused, tilting her head with a playful smirk. “Having built-in babysitters for free.” She pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his lips before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “Your mum is too good to me,” she added, a touch more sincerity in her tone now. “And I love how she is with Ariel. The way he calls her ‘Grandma’ like she’s been in his life forever? It gets me every single time.” A happy sigh escaped her as she rested her forehead lightly against his for a moment, soaking in the quiet before her smirk returned. “Now that we’ve got a couple of days kid-free…” she teased, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “What’s on the cards for us, Hardy? Because I plan on making very good use of this rare and precious freedom.”

TOM: Tom let out a small chuckle, his hands settling naturally at Candice’s waist as he gazed down at her, his blue eyes flickering with something just a little different—something deeper—though he tried to play it cool. “Well, love,” he murmured, his voice laced with that familiar London drawl, “I had a few things in mind.” His fingers traced slow circles at her lower back, a telltale sign of nerves, but he covered it up with a lopsided smirk. “Figured we could have a nice dinner, maybe take a walk, enjoy the quiet for once.” He leaned in, brushing his nose against hers before dropping a quick kiss to her lips, lingering just enough to make it count. His heart was racing, though. If she knew him any better—which, of course, she did—she might’ve picked up on the slight tension in his shoulders, the way he held her just a little tighter than usual. His mum had taken Ariel and Dani for a reason. And Candice… well, she had no idea what was coming. Clearing his throat, he tilted his head, feigning nonchalance. “But before we do all that… fancy getting a bit dressed up for me? Something about seeing you all done up does things to me,” he teased, flashing her that signature grin, though the weight in his pocket made it harder to breathe. He needed a bit more time to set things up because tonight was the night. And if he could just keep it together for a few more hours, he’d be asking her the most important question of his life.

CANDICE: Candice narrowed her eyes slightly at Tom, her lips curving into a smile as she felt the subtle shift in his energy. The way his fingers moved against her lower back, the way he was holding her just a little closer than usual, didn’t go unnoticed. But instead of calling him out on it, she decided to play along, letting her fingers trail teasingly over his chest. “Dress up for you?” she mused, tilting her head slightly, her gaze locked onto his with a playful glint. “Well, when you ask so nicely, how could I possibly say no?” Her smirk deepened as she leaned in, pressing another slow, deliberate kiss to his lips. “Give me 30 minutes” With that, she slipped from his grasp and headed upstairs, throwing a teasing glance over her shoulder as she disappeared into the bedroom. True to her word, exactly thirty minutes later, Candice reemerged, stepping into the room with the kind of effortless grace that made it impossible to look away. The black dress she had chosen was the perfect mix of elegant and sinful; sleek, hugging her curves in all the right places, with a daring thigh-high slit and a low-cut back that left little to the imagination. Her blonde waves cascaded down her shoulders in soft, glamorous waves, her smokey eye makeup accentuating the piercing blue of her gaze. And her lips, bold, red, and kissable, were the final touch. As she reached him, she let her fingers trail up the lapels of his jacket. “Now,” she said, her fingers still resting against his chest, “where exactly are you taking me? Because if you’re going to keep me in suspense, I might need another kiss as a distraction.”

TOM: Tom swallowed hard, letting his eyes rake over her as she stepped toward him, every movement effortlessly smooth, every detail of her appearance designed to drive him to the brink. Jesus. He had known she would look stunning—Candice always did—but somehow, she still managed to knock the air straight from his lungs. His hands found her waist instinctively as she trailed her fingers up his lapels, her touch light, teasing. He could feel the smirk tugging at the corner of her lips before she even spoke. Does she know?, he thought. Not exactly what he had planned, but could she sense the shift in him, the tension beneath his usual bravado? Tom exhaled, forcing himself to regain some semblance of composure. His grip tightened just slightly at her waist as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over her lips. “You’ll see soon enough, love,” he murmured, his voice low, teasing, though the edge of nervous energy still pulsed beneath it. “But keep this up, and we’ll never make it out the door.”

With a reluctant chuckle, he stepped back, slipping his fingers through hers as he led her toward the car, keeping the details of the night locked behind a smirk. The ride through London was quiet in the way that wasn’t really quiet at all—Candice watching him with that knowing gaze, Tom gripping the wheel a little tighter than usual, his mind running a hundred miles an hour. Every streetlight that passed cast soft golden glows over her, and he had to remind himself to breathe. By the time they pulled up to St. Dunstan in the East, the rain had settled into a steady mist, the kind that turned the city into something out of a dream. The ruins stood dark and empty ahead, just as he had planned. The candles had been carefully hidden for now, his mates tucked away where they wouldn’t be seen, the photographer waiting for just the right moment. Tom cut the engine and turned to her, a smirk playing at his lips despite the tightness in his chest. “Bit of a detour tonight,” he said, his fingers drumming lightly against the steering wheel. “Thought we could take a walk before dinner.”

He climbed out first, moving quickly around to her side, ever the gentleman—though if he was being honest, he mostly needed the extra second to gather himself. The ring was still burning a hole in his pocket, his nerves twisting tighter with every step. He took her hand again, guiding her into the ruins, the cool rain misting over them as they stepped beneath the towering arches. The city noise faded into the background, leaving only the soft patter of rain against stone, the distant hum of life beyond the walls. For now, the setup wasn’t visible—just the quiet, almost ethereal beauty of the place. Tom glanced at her, his jaw tightening slightly as he fought the urge to reach for the box too soon. Instead, he let his fingers brush against her back, grounding himself in the warmth of her, in the moment before everything changed. “You ever just think about how some things last, even when they shouldn’t?” he mused, his voice quieter now, more thoughtful as he glanced up at the ivy-clad walls. “Centuries go by, storms hit, but somehow, this place is still standing.” His lips quirked slightly, though there was something else behind his eyes now—something raw, unguarded. “Bit poetic, don’t you think?” The rain dripped from the edges of the stone, catching faintly in her hair. Tom let the silence settle between them for a second before exhaling, shaking his head as if shaking off his nerves “Come on,” he said, tugging her hand gently, leading her deeper inside. “There’s something I want to show you.” Because in just a few minutes, everything was going to change. And God, he hoped she was ready for it—because he had never been more sure of anything in his life.

CANDICE: Candice let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as Tom led her further into the ruins. “A detour?” she mused, her fingers lacing through his effortlessly as she stepped in closer beside him. The cool mist of rain kissed her skin, but the warmth radiating from him kept her from feeling the chill. There was something about the way he was acting, calm, but… not. Like there was a current running beneath his usual confidence, a tension he wasn’t acknowledging. But if he wasn’t going to bring it up, she wasn’t about to ruin the mystery. Not yet. Her eyes lifted to the towering walls, the ivy draped over the timeworn stone like nature reclaiming something that had once been lost. The dim light from the city barely reached them here, turning the space into something almost dreamlike. She let her fingers trail along the cool stone as they walked, her heels clicking softly against the damp ground. “You know,” she murmured, glancing at him as his words settled in her mind. “I’ve never really thought about it like that. But you’re right, it’s kind of incredible, isn’t it?” She tilted her head, watching the way his gaze lingered on the ruins, something unreadable in his expression. “All the things this place has been through, and yet… here it is. Still standing. Still beautiful.” Her voice softened as she gave his hand a light squeeze. “Kind of reminds me of you.” Her lips curled into a teasing smirk before he could take that too seriously. “Or maybe me. I mean, let’s be honest, I’ve been through enough fashion week chaos to withstand a hurricane at this point.” She let out a light laugh, trying to shake the unexpected weight of the moment, though she couldn’t ignore the way he was looking at her. But if this was just another one of Tom Hardy’s infamous surprises, she was more than happy to let him have his fun.

She exhaled, turning in toward him slightly, her free hand reaching up to adjust the lapel of his jacket, smoothing it out without thought. “I will say, you’ve got a habit of taking me to the most interesting places. Candlelit dinners? Predictable. Strolling through an ancient ruin in the rain? Now that’s Hardy charm.” She grinned, eyes glinting with mischief as she tapped a finger against his chest. “So, tell me, what exactly am I meant to be seeing here?” Her voice was light, teasing, but there was something else beneath it. A flicker of curiosity, of anticipation. The way he was holding her hand just a little tighter, the way his jaw had set just a little firmer, made her pulse quicken, though she couldn’t say why.

TOM: Tom smirked at her words, that ever-present mischief flickering in his eyes, but there was something deeper beneath it tonight. A quiet intensity. A purpose. His fingers tightened ever so slightly around hers as he led her forward, weaving them further into the heart of the ruins. The air smelled of damp stone and rain, the cool mist kissing their skin, but warmth pulsed between them, unspoken, electric. Candice’s laughter still lingered in the air when they turned the next corner. The ruins, once shrouded in shadows, were now illuminated by a soft, golden glow. Dozens of candles flickered along the crumbling stone, their flames dancing in the light drizzle, while delicate fairy lights were strung between the ivy-laced pillars, casting a dreamlike shimmer over the space. The ancient walls stood timeless and strong, bathed in warmth, in love. In intention. Tom didn’t say a word at first, just watched her, his expression unreadable—but his eyes… his eyes told her everything. Slowly, he turned to face her, bringing their joined hands up to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles before sinking down onto one knee. “Candice,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion, his accent wrapping around her name like a promise. “You talk about this place—how it’s stood through the ages, weathered storms, time, chaos… and still, it’s here. Beautiful. Strong.” His lips curved slightly, his fingers tracing circles against her skin. “But you, love—you’re the most incredible thing I’ve ever known. Stronger than any ruin, more breathtaking than any city skyline.”

His throat bobbed as he exhaled, steadying himself, though his hands never wavered. “You walked into my life with all your fire, your wit, your maddening ability to make me laugh when I shouldn’t, and you changed everything.” His voice dropped lower, more intimate. “You make me want to be better. You make everything—everything—feel like home.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, velvet box, flicking it open to reveal a ring—elegant, timeless, perfect. The candlelight caught the diamond, making it glisten like the stars barely visible through the rain. “I don’t want a life where you’re just a part of it, Candice. I want a life with you. Every adventure, every storm, every ridiculous, impossible, wonderful moment. If you’ll have me.” His smirk flickered for just a second before something softer, truer, took its place. “So, what do you say, love? Will you marry me?” The rain whispered around them, the candles burning bright despite the mist, but in that moment, there was only her. Only them.

CANDICE: Candice stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat, lips parted slightly as she stared down at Tom, her Tom, kneeling before her in the middle of the rain-kissed ruins, his voice still echoing softly in her ears. For a split second, she couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. The candles flickered around them like stars come down to Earth, and the city sounds faded until it was only the steady patter of rain, the soft thrum of her heartbeat, and the man looking up at her like she was his entire world.

Her hand slowly came up to cover her mouth, not to stifle a scream or a gasp, but to hold in the swell of emotion that suddenly took over. Her eyes glistened with tears she hadn’t expected, and a laugh, small and disbelieving, bubbled up from her chest. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “You’re actually doing this.” She took a single step forward, then another, before dropping to her knees in front of him, uncaring of her dress, the damp ground, the drizzle that clung to her hair. Her hands found his face, palms warm against his jaw, thumbs brushing over the stubble she loved so much. “You absolute menace,” she whispered, her voice trembling with affection, wonder, and just a little awe. “You’ve been acting weird all night and I still didn’t see this coming.” She laughed through a teardrop as it slipped down her cheek, shaking her head at him fondly. “You want every storm, every adventure, every beautiful mess with me?” Her voice softened, but the weight of it landed right in her chest. “Tom, you are the adventure. You are the reason my heart feels full when I wake up in the morning. You are home.” Her hands trembled slightly as she touched his face, her eyes never leaving his. “I didn’t know I could feel this safe with someone. I didn’t know I could have this much joy just by hearing your voice in the next room. You’ve changed my life, Hardy. Completely. And yes… yes, I’ll marry you.” Her lips curled into a smile that was all love and no hesitation. “I’ll marry you a thousand times over if you’ll let me.” She kissed him then, deep, emotional, soaked in everything unsaid, her arms wrapping around his neck as if she never wanted to let go.