moral of the story (tom holland x reader)
summary: you and tom both realize that the timing just wasnโt right
warnings: champagne without the cham, language
edited: this blurb is based off the song, moral of the stroy - ashe (give it a listen while reading this woosshh the emotions) i feel like this was written poorly, its super cringy im sorry omgsdfkjn
a/n: for some reason i canโt rlly follow through with requests atm, plus i havent written an angsty blurb in forever sooo sdifhdukfjย
Felt we could really do this
โW-When was the last time we went out, huh!? You know what, i-itโs not even about that. W-When was the last time you said you love me. When was t-the last time you- you kissed me like, you meant it? When, Thomas? When!?โ you sob, your voice beginning to ache from all the previous screaming.
โEnough! I get it, I f-fucking get it!โ Tom raises his voice, running his hands through his hair. His words echo through the hallway and you feel yourself shrink at the feeling of tension rising of the building.
You let out a hiccup, โIโm sorry. Iโm s-sorry. I shouldnโt have y-yelled.โ You sniffle and wipe your nose with your rolled-up sleeve. You glance over at Tom whoโs leaning against the wall with a pained expression painted on his face.ย
โN-No, I shouldnโt have either. Look, Y/n,โ he says quietly, looking at you with eyes full of emotion. You avoid his gaze and swallow a lump that began to form in your throat.
You open your mouth to cut him off but nothing but a quiet whimper falls from your lips. Tomโs heart clenches at your quiet response and stands up straight, opening up his arms hesitantly.ย
Your eyebrows knit in confusion but you fall into his embrace regardless, wrapping your arms around him tightly as if it were going to be the last time. Though, that might just be the case.
โI-Iโm so f-fucking sorry, I-I donโt know. Iโm sorry,โ you stammer incoherently, your voice muffling due to your face in his chest.ย
Thatโs alright, thatโs okay
He places his chin on to your shoulder and sighs, โDonโt be d-darling, I get it. I-I really do and Iโm sorry. Itโs not your fault either. I-Itโs no ones.โ
You sniff, โB-But Tom,โ you whisper, โI r-really have been trying to l-love you lately. Y-You make it so hard for me to do so a-and itโs- itโs not the same anymore, y-you know?โ you tremble in his arms.
You can think that youโre in love
When youโre really just in pain
You notice him tense as you let the words slip out of your mouth. โI know and itโs okay. I-Itโs okay, everythingโs going to be okay, w-we can work this out,โ he feels himself tear up, rubbing gentle and slow circles on your back.
โIs i-it? C-Can we?โ you whimper quietly, clenching his shirt between your hands. His heart pounds harder as you let out your cries.
โI donโt know,โ he mutters painfully, his tears beginning to stain your shoulder.
โS-Some people. Just- Just arenโt meant t-to be, or so it seems, huh?โ you barely speak out, your breathing becoming more unstable as you choke on your cries.ย
โLove, breathe. B-breathe with me,โ he sniffles, breathing in and out slowly. You rise up and down with his chest and begin to follow his breathing patterns.ย
You let out another cry, โT-Tommy, I canโt. W-what happened to us? Y-Years, goddamn years. All wasted, for what?โย
He inhales deeply and pulls away for a moment, cupping your face. He wipes away your tears with his thumbs, โMaybe, s-some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes,โ he says in a hushed tone.
โB-But what if youโre right for me? Y-You just havenโt been yourself lately, r-right?โ you look into his eyes that were equally as teary as yours.
โYeah, I-I guess I havenโt,โ he trails off, avoiding eye contact with you. He blinks away some tears that slipped out of his eyes, โI havenโt been the person you needed, or wanted, Y/n. I-I wish I could make up all those times I left you when you needed me most. I-I wish I made you m-my priority and n-not my bloody work,โ he speaks as his lips quiver.
You place your hand by his cheek and brush your thumb against his lips, โI-Itโs not your fault. Itโs nobodies, remember? I-Itโs just.โ
He closes his eyes and nods in acknowledgment, placing his forehead against yours. You slightly flinch feeling a teardrop from his face onto yours, โW-Weโre going to be okay, Tommy.โ
They say itโs better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
โYes?โ you whisper, your hands on his arms as the two of you held onto each other.
โC-Can I kiss you? F-For the last time, please?โ
You sniffle and nod against his touch, bringing your arms up and wrapping them around his neck.
He looks down at for you a moment, taking in all of your features.ย
โD-Donโt look at me like that,โ you bite your lip nervously, averting your eyes down.
โLike w-what?โ he leans in slowly, causing you to feel his breath against your lips.
You gently grab the back of his neck and press your lips against his, kissing him deeply. His hands fall to your waist and pull you close, returning the favor.ย
Then in that exact moment you knew, this would be the last time youโll ever kiss him.
In the end itโs better for me
Thatโs the moral of the story babe
