Omg I forgot about Tom so maybe “and where do i go?” with him
and they lived happily ever after ... or whatever // Tom Holland
Warnings: language, kissing, implied smut? angst? tom’s being kind of an ass, OC being a whiny bitch (bruv idk i was in a mood y'all) lmk if i missed some, the schedule doesn’t 100% match Tom’s schedule during the pandemic and while it’s really bugs me, i do not have the energy to make it accurate so. it's also, very bad, like i don't understand. I wouldn't be insulted if y'all said this had some After vibes because I thought about it. It's bad-bad.
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The schedule, the distance, the time difference, the time spent in two different countries, the lack of communication ... All of it had taken a toll on Tom and Sophia’s relationship. They had been the “will, they won’t they” couple of secondary school, they had grown up together, their siblings were all similar in ages and every Holland kid had had a Martin friend or best friend at one point in life.
So, when at nineteen they had become a couple, no one in their lives were really all that surprised, the perfect story of the boy and girl next door. Fast forward in two thousand and twenty-one and everything had gone to shit. For years they would be together a few months of the year and the rest they would be apart, Tom would be filming some project and Sophia was traveling all around the world as a photojournalist and reporter. She would always arrange to travel whenever he wasn’t in London. The pandemic started out as a second honeymoon phase, they would never leave each other’s sides, they almost never left their apartment, they were basically teenagers again, deeply and madly in love. By Tom’s birthday he was starting to get calls and meetings with his agent, but Sophia couldn’t go back to work since traveling had been banned, most of the time she’d grab her camera, phone and music and would just go document the pandemic in London, collaborating with different magazines and news outlet, trying to get some money in and occupy herself.
It had been tensed for a few days, since Tom had come back from filming Uncharted. They were both very independent beings, but they loved each other, and they loved being together. They would hang out with their friends and a lot of them were single and focusing on their career while Sophia and Tom had been together for the past five years and their career and relationship had been so publicized.
“We should go on a date sometimes this week.” She said at breakfast.
“Baby, we’re in a pandemic, there’s not much that’s opened right now.”
“Yeah, I know, but we could grab some take out, bring it home, put on a movie.” She said with a smile. She put her coffee mug down on the kitchen table and sat on his lap. “I missed you, that’s all.”
A few weeks went by and the more it went on the more they just felt like roommates. The romance fizzled out, and it was becoming more and more a well-rehearsed routine, sometimes deviated by a fight or two.
“Tommy?” she said one afternoon sitting next to him on the couch. “Yeah?”
“Do you still love me?” she asked and it took him by surprise.
“Yeah, of course.” The few extra seconds it took him to answer broke her heart. He sounded like a broken record. She nodded slowly, playing with the jewels decorating her hands.
“Do you want to break up?” his head snapped to hers and a mix of emotions could be seen in his eyes. “Because, it’s not working right now and I can see that. I’m not blind.”
“Soph…”
“It’s okay, Tom. I’m not mad. Just disappointed I guess. I really thought we were it for each other.”
“We are.”
“Really?” she scoffed. “Tom, I love you. I really do and i’ve loved you for so long but we aren’t the same as we were five years ago or even a few months ago. Something changed.”
“Maybe we should live separately.” he mumbled and she stood from the couch, walking back and forth behind it.
“Okay.” she nodded, biting down her bottom lip, tears trying to make their way out. “I’m sorry we aren’t working anymore.”
“We work better when we’re on different continents.” he said quietly and her head snapped to where he sat on the couch. “C’mon Soph. You can’t deny that.” She shook her head.
“No, I know, it just hurts to hear it.” she sniffled. “So, it’s over?” he stood up and rubbed his hands, his eyes never leaving her face. “Yeah…” he breathed out. “I leave on Thursday for Spider-Man.”
“Okay.” she said, her thoughts were running wild and all they had planned together fell apart in front of her.
“Just leave your key downstairs before I get back, yeah?” he said quietly and she gasped.
“Oh, huh, yeah okay.” she said, a quick to-do list materializing in her head of the things she had to do.
“Soph, I’m so sorry.” he said and she took a step back when he took one forward.
The rest of the week, Tom slept on the couch and she spent all of her time looking for a new flat, which was harder to do in a pandemic. She got angry, at herself and at him, she couldn’t understand how they had arrived at their current situation.
“I don’t understand.” she mumbled one night. She was at the kitchen table, working on her computer and he was watching a show on the television.
“What?”
“How we got here. It was going well, we spent the last few months together and- and we were happy.”
“Yeah, because for the first time in almost three years we had time to spend together, but it was because of the pandemic.”
“Oh. Nice to know that you didn’t want to spend time with me, Tom.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“No, you said that the only reason we spent time together this year was because of the fucking lockdown, as if, if the pandemic hadn’t happened we wouldn’t have spent time together.”
“Things wouldn’t have changed if there hadn’t been a pandemic. We would’ve done our own things, meeting up a few days here and there throughout the year.”
“Fuck you, Tom.”
From then on, the fight only grew out of proportion. Both saying things they didn’t really mean but that came out in the heat of the fight.
“I really think you should leave.”
“You told me I could stay while you were gone.” she replied dryly.
“It’d be better if you went now.”
“Where do I go? Where am I supposed to go Tom? In the middle of a fucking pandemic.”
“Your mum’s or maybe your sister’s but, you can’t be here right now.” he said.
“Okay so, you decided that since your name’s on the lease, because we never got mine on it you get to just kick me out?”
“Stop making this more difficult. I’m going for a run,” he said, leaving the room. He came back a few minutes later, in different clothes. “Be gone when I’m back. Take what you need for the next few days.”
“Who are you?” she asked him once he reached the door.
“What?”
“Who am I? Tom that’s not right. That’s not us and I understand that we’re not used to being together twenty four hours per day but, you just kicked me out!” he shook his head but opened the door and left. “FUCK!” she screamed before kicking the back of the couch.
She truly did not understand what had just happened. Where did all these doubts and thoughts come from? She had friends whose couple had gone through some rough patches during the pandemic but they had made it through. The door opened and before she could react, Tom had grabbed her waist and his lips were on hers. Teeth clashed, lips were bitten, hair pulled and his hands held on very tightly on her waist. They pulled away, their foreheads resting against the other’s.
“I’m so sorry.” he said and she shook her head.
“No, don’t. Shit just got to us. We’re not the best communicators.”
“Never have been.” he chuckled. “We really gotta talk though.” he nodded before kissing her again. “We can’t have a repeat of the start of the pandemic.”
“No?” he asked, his mind going over the images of her marked body.
“C’mon, you know what I mean.” she sighed when his lips attached themselves to her neck.
“Can we start communicating tomorrow?” he asked and she pulled his head away for a few seconds.
“You’re leaving tomorrow.” she remarked.
“Okay. Then, I’ll be quick.” he said and before she could reply he had thrown her over his shoulder.
The next day, very early in the morning, they sat down and they talked for hours. She drove him to the airport and they promised to work on their relationship while he was gone and when he’d come back because “five years can’t be thrown out like that and the pandemic won’t make more victims.”
