Sucker Punch || Boxer!Tom Holland {seventeen}
Warnings: mentions of a break in, language, more teasing of Harry lol, mentions of cops, mentions of drugs, a little bit of pushing to move in with someone, familial issues, sappy dream and content
Word Count: 6,200
Author's Note: I always use the same excuse but life has been hectic 😅 but here it is and it's longer than usual so you're welcome lol. I hope you guys enjoy!
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The dream is vivid. Tom can tell it's you, by the way you smell, the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips.
"Look who it is. It's daddy huh?" He hears you say, turning to reveal a tiny baby clad in a little blue onesie. The smile on your face is wide and you lean up to kiss his cheek,
"You wanna hold your son Mr. Holland?"
It jolts Tom awake, a cold sweat across his brow. From where you are, draped across him, you bolt upright as well, hand coming up to caress his cheek,
"What's the matter? Was it a nightmare?" You ask him, frown etched into your features. He looks to you, reaching up after a moment to brush a stray hair from your eyes,
"No… no, it wasn't a nightmare it was… just a dream. A really good one actually but it was just a little startling." He admits. Your frown doesn't disappear as he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your palm, "It's alright babe. I'm alright." He reassures, laying back down. You prop yourself up on his chest,
"You're sure?" You ask. He nods, staring up at you. The way your hair hangs in your face, and the way you're illuminated by the moonlight makes Tom's heart skip a beat. He reaches up and brushes your hair behind your ear,
"I'm alright beautiful. C'mere." You lay your head over his pounding heart. He kisses the top of your head, binding his arms around you. You hum,
"You know you can tell me anything." He smiles,
"Course." Before he can say much else, he feels your body melt, hears your soft snores. He kisses the top of your head again, closing his eyes and letting your weight guide him back to sleep.
The next morning, he's up before you, but his sudden movement jolts you awake. He leans in and kisses your cheek,
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you love." You squint in the light and glance at the clock on the bedside table,
"No it's okay. We should be getting up for the flight anyways." He nods, pulling his belt through the loops on his jeans. You stand and stretch, squeaking as your joints pop and your bones crack,
"I think I'm gonna quickly rinse off." You murmur, moving closer and kissing his shoulder. He leans his face over his shoulder to kiss your forehead,
"Okay." Grabbing clothes, you turn and look at him, eyebrows furrowed,
"How are you feeling after last night?" You ask him. He nods,
"Fine. It was just a very vivid, odd dream." He murmurs. Moving forward and reaching up to caress his cheek, he staresdown into your eyes,
"You wanna talk about it or…" You stop when he shakes his head,
"No it's alright. I'm fine. I don't even remember most of it." He assures. You nod after a moment, turning to head out of the bedroom door. He sighs, waiting until he hears the water before he heads downstairs, following the smell of coffee and bacon. He ducks into the kitchen,
"Hey mum." He murmurs, glancing around him. Nikki looks up and smiles but the look on Tom's face has her giving him a second glance,
"What's the matter? Are you really that upset to leave us this time?" Tom smiles,
"Course. But uhm… n-no, that's not… what's on my mind. Uhm… how do you feel about Y/N?" He asks. Nikki continues to fold eggs over in the pan she cooks in as she nods,
"Course. She's great. She's adorable and she's sweet, she's the greatest girl I've met that you've brought home." Nikki explains. Tom nods again, chewing his thumbnail. She glances up after another moment of silence, "what, are you breaking up with her?" She asks, rather disappointed. Tom shakes his head, eyebrows furrowed,
"No, no, no, quite the opposite." He glances over his shoulder, checking the doorway of the kitchen before he swallows and heads towards Nikki again, "Mum I had a dream. She… she had my baby and we were married and I just… seeing her hold a little one of mine… I-I really want that. I think I'm gonna marry her mum." He admits. Nikki continues her cooking for a moment before she looks up again,
"I've never heard those words leave your mouth. I don't think I've ever heard you be so passionate about something ever." She admits. He hums,
"I've never been. I… I love her so damn much." He admits. Nikki nods,
"Good. She's a great girl and I'm glad you'll have someone like that to tie you down." She explains. He nods,
"Me too. I just… I don't know what to do. I just want to never let her leave and never leave her."
"So don't," Nikki poses so simply, "you already live next door to her but… I'm sure it'd be easy for the two of you to come to an arrangement of living together." She assures him. There's a moment of silence before she turns and looks at him, really studies him before she sighs, turning the stove off. She wipes her hands on her apron and heads for the hutch in the dining room,
"My mother always told me that I was to pass this down to my eldest daughter but… seeing as that never happened, I think she'd be alright with me giving it to you to give to that amazing girl upstairs." Tom frowns as she slides open a drawer as she talks and pulls out a small box, "It's actually from her mother but… nonetheless." She turns back to Tom and pops it open, revealing an old golden ring with a beautiful oval diamond surrounded by a spare like halo of smaller diamonds and smaller diamonds lining the band,
"You can imagine how expensive this was but… it's to be passed down, prove its timelessness. I want you to have it to use when you're comfortable to finally pop the question. But, if it's not Y/N, I expect this back. I want to know about every girl before I make any judgment about where this ring goes." He stares at the shining ring, mouth agape,
"Mum… I-I can't take that."
"Yes you can," She waves away, closing the box and shoving it in his jacket pocket, "I think that a love as whirlwind and intense as yours calls for something like this." She offers no room for argument as she heads back into the kitchen. He follows, rolling the box between his fingers.
Soon enough, you come downstairs, smiling as Tom pulls a mug from the cupboard and whips you up a quick coffee. You lean chest to chest with him, kissing him when he tips his face down. He smiles,
"Feel better?" You nod, leaning back to sip your coffee,
"Yep." Turning your back to him, he chews the inside of his lip, glancing at his mother who wears a knowing smile. He sighs before he's following you around the island, sliding onto the stool beside you. He glances down at your phone where you text your eldest brother,
"A and Willa wanna meet sometime soon. I told them tomorrow might be good." You explain to him, glancing up. He nods,
"Sure. Whatever you want." You smile, leaning in to kiss him again,
"Can we get pizza when we get back? I miss Antonio's." You mumble, laying your head over his shoulder. He scoots your stool between his legs, hands pressed over your lower back,
"Yep. We can make a pitstop on the way in." You hum before Nikki is turning and setting two plates in front of you,
"My cooking not good enough?" You giggle,
"Of course it is, but I can't fit you in my carryon so… other people's cooking it is." You tell her, sitting up and reaching for a fork. She hums as Paddy, Sam, and Harry come into the kitchen, collecting plates and heading into the dining room. Tom watches you pick at some eggs and eat them, glancing up at him and then down at his untouched plate,
"What's wrong? Are you sure you're okay after that dream last night?" You ask. He nods,
"I'm fine, you're just… something else. You can literally roll out of bed and just be fucking stunning and it drives me up the wall." He purrs. You smile up at him,
"Wow… aren't you a charmer."
"Yeah, I try my best." Rolling your eyes playfully, you pick up your plate, carrying it to the dining room. He follows, sitting on the other side of you when you sit next to Sam. Harry sighs from across from you,
"Off so soon then huh?" He murmurs. You shrug,
"Some of us have lives to get back to Harry. Big girl and big boy things to do." Tom snickers as Harry's cheeks go rosy,
"I think he's got a thing for you Y/N. Maybe a little degradation kink huh Harry?" The eldest brother poses. Harry gulps visibly,
"No… I just… have never had a woman so brazen this close to me before." Tom hums,
"So it's an authority thing. Noted." You giggle as Harry glares at Tom. He picks at his eggs as Tom bites into a crispy piece of bacon,
"What's the first thing you're gonna do when you get back?" Sam asks. You hum,
"Force your brother to buy me pizza." You mumble. He smiles,
"Good, take him for all he's worth." He teases. Tom rolls his eyes as you giggle, leaning your head on Tom's shoulder,
"Course notttttt. Heaven forbid I use him for too much." You murmur. Tom hums,
"Sure, sure." For the most part, you eat in silence, Nikki and Dom joining you shortly. Before long, you and Tom are back upstairs, packing the rest of your stuff up. When you pause to take a breath, you glance up to find Tom staring at you,
"What?" You ask. He shakes his head,
"Just… really love you and I'm glad we're doing all of this." He mumbles. You smile, walking around the bed slowly. He sighs as you wrap your arms around his torso and his bind around your shoulders. You breathe him in, closing your eyes,
"I've had fun. Your family's really cool."
"My brothers have been pains in the ass the entire time."
"Hey, I have brothers too. I grew up with shit just like that. It was like being at home." You assure. He hums, kissing your forehead,
"I'm just glad you're happy. I would hate for you to have been stuck here."
"My god no." You look up at him, "Course not. Your family is pretty great. I'm glad you brought me." He nods, leaning down and kissing you,
"Aaaaaand now we've gotta get on a plane for hours." You groan,
"You can't snap your fingers and transport us back home?" You ask. He clicks his tongue,
"Sorry baby-" You groan,
"No fairrrrr." He chuckles,
"C'mon you. Let's finish up so we can catch that plane." He pulls away, turning back to his luggage. In only a few more minutes, you're both fully packed, dragging your suitcases down the stairs. Nikki smiles from her place at the foot of the stairs,
"Ready?" You nod, turning to Tom's brothers and father,
"Thank you guys for making this little trip so fun. I grew up with boys so it was a very welcoming experience. I had a lot of fun and I hope to be back in the not so distant future." You tell them. All four of them give you a wide smile, Sam stepping forward and pulling you into his arms. He squeezes you,
"Keep up whatever you're doing with our big brother yeah? I've never seen him so whipped." You giggle as you hear Tom's knuckles collide with Sam's head,
"Div." The younger brother chuckles before he pulls back and Harry takes his place, giving you a quick hug. Paddy follows as Dom joins Nikki,
"Alright you two, let's get you dropped off." He extends. Wheeling your suitcase out, Tom follows, followed by his parents who climb in the front seat of their car while you load your luggage. Tom holds the car door open for you, sliding in beside you and taking your hand. It rarely leaves yours, except when he uses both arms to hug both parents and when he shows off both your tickets to an airline attendant and when you each walk through TSA. But even when you board the plane, and it takes off, your hand is clutched in his, squeezing when the lights on Heathrow twinkle below you,
"You okay?" He asks. You nod,
"Yeah… a little depressing that vacation's over but… I do miss my own boys." You admit. Tom smiles and nods,
"Yeah. Hey… I've got matches coming up. You get to watch me win 'em all." You giggle, laying your head on his shoulder,
"Sure, yeah. I guess… now we can bring Atticus along since… he and Willa are together." Tom hums, pressing his lips into your hair,
"Yeah, I can make it happen." He says with a gentle shrug. You sigh,
"I just wish I could be on a permanent vacation." You admit. Tom chuckles,
"Well you know, if you-"
"Don't."
"What?"
"If I hear you say that I can quit and you'll support me, I'll scream." He chuckles again,
"Fine, I won't. But it's true. I'd always support you." He reassures. Closing your eyes, Tom lays his head over yours, sighing,
"I am glad that it's gonna be you and I. Finally we'll get some fucking quiet." He murmurs. Smiling, it isn't long until you're asleep.
—
He keeps true to his word when you land, telling the cabbie that picks you up to take you to Antonio's. He places an order on the way over, leaving you in the cab to pick it up and come back, handing your pizza over,
"Don't say I've never done anything for you." He jokes. You smile, laying your head over his shoulder and keeping it there until your cab pulls up in front of your building. Tom climbs out first, thanking and paying the cabbie when he helps your boyfriend pull your luggage from the trunk. Tom carries most of the luggage, leaving you with the pizza and a duffel of his. He presses a hand to your lower back when you stand a little too long, staring up at the building,
"You okay?" He asks. You nod, hefting the duffel further onto your shoulder and taking a few steps forward,
"Yeah, fine. Just… surreal I guess." You murmur. He nods before he's ushering you forward, following you into the elevator and up to your door,
"God, I'm so glad to be home. You don't have to be quiet now." Tom grumbles as you stick your key in the lock on your door. You chew your lip, and quirk an eyebrow as you glance over your shoulder,
"Wanna try it out before or after pizza?" You click the light on, shoving the door open. Tom's eyes dart over your shoulder after a moment before his smile fades and he brushes you aside,
"Stay here." When you glance back, poised to ask him what's the matter, you see your living room trashed. He quickly searches the apartment, coming back to you and glancing up and down the hallway,
"There's no one here, but your whole place is trashed. Look… let's check my place and we'll stay there, call the cops." He explains. You nod, following him to his door. He unlocks it and clicks the light on, surveying the apartment quickly. He nods to you,
"It's fine. Come in and sit down, I'll call." You do as you're told, setting your pizza down and dropping your head into your hands once you're sat on his couch. The shock is too much. It makes you feel like you should be reacting more, but you genuinely don't know how to react. Tom comes back quickly, sitting beside you,
"They're on their way. Wanna call anybody? Want me to get you anything?" He asks, rubbing your back. You shake your head, glancing up at him. His eyes are soft, pity churning through them, "I'm sorry darling." You nod, tossing your arms around his neck and climbing into his lap. He holds you close, cradling your body to his as silent tears fall, soaking through the soft, familiar smelling flannel he wears. He holds you like that until two officers arrive, Tom leading them through your apartment where furniture is flipped and things are destroyed, strewn all over the place. Tom allows you to offer up if anything's been stolen before the police are telling you they'll file an official breaking and entering form, but not much else can be done.
Tom watches you collect some personal belongings to join him next door, heading straight for his shower when you duck back into his apartment. He lets you shower alone for a few minutes, beckoning you forward when you step out in a towel. He softly dries you off before he's watching you slowly pull yourself into clothes you'd brought over,
"We can eat in here. I'll bring some pizza in." He doesn't offer any time for argument, returning shortly with two plates, one of which he hands to you. He hums as he climbs in bed with you, biting off the tip of one of his slices. He chews, staring at the comforter as you pick at one of the pepperoni's. You sigh, pressing the tip of your index finger into your mouth and sucking the grease off. Tom swallows and glances up at you,
"You can… talk to me. Don't hold back on how you're feeling." You shake your head,
"Just… shocked. I'm a very… chill person. I don't get in fights with anyone, I don't instigate drama, and yet it was me that was targeted." You murmur. Tom hums and nods,
"Should've been someone like me."
"That's not what I mean-"
"No, I know, but you're right. You don't deserve anything like that. I do instigate some drama in my life though. I mean, I have opponents that hate me and there's all kinds of people around me on drugs and shit that makes them paranoid and all that so… if it should happen to one of us, it should've probably been me." He explains. You stare at him for a moment before sighing and laying back against your pillow,
"I'm just glad nothing was stolen." You mumble. He nods,
"Yeah." Laying an arm over your face, you sigh, "All the more reason to move in together." He adds eventually. You cluck your tongue,
"Yeah, so there's twice the shit to steal."
"No, it isn't like that. I wouldn't keep living here if you moved in with me. We could live somewhere with higher security."
"Tom-"
"No, Y/N, you're not listening. This place isn't safe anymore. Somebody broke into your apartment while we were on vacation and trashed the place."
"No, I am listening. And I get what you're saying but I can't afford to move out right now."
"Let me pay."
"Tom!" All noise ceases to exist as you sit at the side of the bed. You rub your temples, "Just… stop. Like I said, I get it, but I'm not letting you pay for this shit. It'll be too expensive." He shakes his head,
"Like I don't make enough fucking money."
"Okay, think about it like this. Let's say that we sign a lease on an apartment and we break up, and you stop paying for everything, what am I supposed to do?" He frowns,
"First off, I'm not going anywhere and neither are you. We're fucking rock steady. But, I also wouldn't do that to you. I promised I would pay, I'd continue to pay."
"Yeah, and if we were to break up, one of us is out a place. Either I'm sleeping on someone's couch or you're rooming with a buddy."
"I'd do it for you." He murmurs. Finding his eyes, you can feel the lump in your throat swelling. Tears well in your eyes and before you know it, you're sobbing. Tom rushes around the bed, collecting you into his arms. His lips press to your forehead and he doesn't say anything, just lets you cry. He sighs when you're reduced to whimpers and babble, "I could never tell you that I get it but… I wanna be there for all of it. I want to protect you always and I can't think of any other way to do that but to move you in with me." He holds you,
"I'm sorry for pushing."
"No," You sit up, his hands locked behind your back, "I feel safer with you but… I just… can't afford the apartments that you can."
"I get it. I just hate the idea of you paying for an apartment you're not in because you're here every night." He reasons. You nod,
"Maybe one of us can just… move in with the other."
"Well this place is a little bigger but I'd really love to get you into a safer area." You whine before you lay your head over his shoulder. He rubs across your back,
"This is so fucking tedious. Why couldn't you be broke?" You ask. He chuckles,
"I have never had a woman so upset that I have money."
"Well I am. I mean… it would be so simple if you were offering a fucking high rise because you can afford it. If we want to go through with this I don't want just you paying. I want to help with expenses and I can't if it's that expensive."
"Look… you're a waitress with a side hustle. You're a fucking artist Y/N. And a damn good one. Sahid is looking to sell some of your other art so… why don't you just let me worry about costs for a little while and then you can make a few payments every once in a while." You sigh, avoiding his eyes. He reaches up and brushes tears from under your eyes. You glance back up at him,
"We can look but… I want to decide." You confirm. Tom stares up at you for a moment,
"Wait… you're actually agreeing?" He asks. You nod softly. He almost misses it,
"Yeah, we can start." You confirm lowly. He leans in and kisses you softly,
"You have no idea how happy that makes me. From the moment you agreed to go out with me I've been wanting to keep you around me." He admits. You hum,
"Yeah, yeah, I gotta meet with Sahid. If we do this I want to split the first and last month's rent." You tell him. He nods,
"Whatever you want." He tells you. Sighing, you lay yourself against him, letting him lay back against the bed. He sighs, running his fingers through your hair,
"You really have no idea how relieved I am that you agreed to move in with me."
"Nothing's final yet Holland. I said we'd look." He hums,
"No, you're mine now." Rolling your eyes, you slide down beside him, laying your hand over his chest and your head over it,
"I love you." He tells you. Staring up at him, you sigh,
"I love you too." He hums,
"So… do you want the pizza you made me pay for or do you wanna sleep?" He teases. You smile,
"I'll take the pizza." It's silent as he moves aside, fetching the plate he'd made for you, and leaning in to kiss your forehead. He sits beside you,
"We'll be alright, promise." You nod, leaning into him, chomping off a piece of your slice of pizza.
—
You're quiet when you wake up and it sets Tom on edge. He figured that last night would've been good enough time to give you some clarity about life decisions, but the vibe he gets off of you isn't calm and it isn't exactly nice either. Your vibe seems to be pissed. Tom walks to you in the kitchen, sliding his hand across your lower back and kissing behind your ear. He wraps his arm around you,
"How do you feel love? You wanna spend some time in your place cleaning up?" He asks, watching you stir cream and sugar into your coffee. You sigh softly,
"I don't know. We're meeting up with Willa and Atticus tonight and I just… don't wanna think about it." You admit. He hums,
"I get that. I can go grab some more of your stuff and bring it here so you don't have to deal with it right now." He tells you. You're quiet for a moment before you turn to him,
"You don't think we're… jumping the gun living together?" You ask. He frowns,
"Baby, we've been living together for months." He tells you,
"That's different-"
"Is it? I mean… you have serums and shit in my bathroom." He tells you, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter. You sigh,
"I just really don't want to get fucked with this living arrangement."
"You won't." He stands straight, walking over to you. He slides his hands around to your lower back, "stop. Stop worrying. Neither of us is going anywhere and I think this is the best, most effective and efficient idea. I love you so so much and I'm telling you right now, we're getting married. You don't have to worry at all about any of this." He lectures. You stare up at him, cradling your coffee in both hands against his chest,
"How can you be so sure?" You ask quietly. He stares down at you for a moment,
"Because I haven't run out on you yet now that I've been between your legs. I stayed." He means it to sound cutesy but it makes you roll your eyes,
"Such a feminist." He chuckles,
"I know, I know, but I'm serious! I've never loved someone like I love you. I can feel it babe." Staring up at him, you chew the inside of your lip,
"Fine, but we test run it here. I'm telling the landlord I'm moving out of that apartment and into here. And I need to meet with Sahid." You tell him. He nods,
"Sure, course." He murmurs. Holding you a little tighter, he smiles wide,
"I love you. I'm so fucking excited to do this." He murmurs. You roll your eyes,
"Yeah, yeah, you're making breakfast." He shrugs,
"What sounds good?"
"Chocolate chip pancakes and bacon." You immediately respond. He nods,
"Got it. I'm on it. Go sit down." He guides. You hum, kissing his cheek before you do as you're told.
—
After breakfast, you and Tom spend the day cleaning up your apartment and making calls to your landlord and Sahid. He moves a lot of your stuff next door, choosing a nice dress for your date with Atticus and Willa.
Only a few hours later, he's driving you to a nice restaurant, Willa and Atticus climbing out of his car when you pull into the lot. When they meet around the back of his car, he takes her hand, watching Tom fix the collar of your (his) jacket that you're buried in. His heart skips, grateful that finally, you've found someone worth your time. Tom leans in and kisses your cheek as you lean into him, his hand resting on your shoulder,
"I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful." Willa teases, giggling as you roll your eyes,
"Shut up." She drags you into her arms, leaving Atticus and Tom to greet each other. Willa then hugs Tom as Atticus drags you in, kissing the top of your head,
"Glad you're back." He murmurs. You give him a good squeeze before you turn back to Tom. He gestures you towards the restaurant's front door. You wrap your arms around one of his, leading your brother and best friend to the door. Tom offers up information to the hostess, who leads you to a booth at the back, distributing menus and departing with a kind smile. Tom's hand slides down beneath the table to rub your thigh. You smile up at him, flipping through the menu until you're sure of what you want. You hold Tom's hand in both of yours, watching Willa and Atticus go back and forth. You don't think you've ever seen him as happy as he is with Willa, now. Soon enough, he closes his menu, slinging his arm around Willa's body across the top of the back of the booth. She leans further into him,
"So… how was London?" He asks. Willa glances up briefly before her eyes dart back down to the menu. You nod, glancing to Tom,
"It was nice." You tell them. Atticus nods,
"Thinking about leaving us behind now?" Tom scoffs,
"Yeahhhh, I'm not letting that happen. There is no use trading in one shitty country for another. We can save money and make a decent life for ourselves right here with her nephew and her brothers and her friends. I've been away from my friends and family long enough to make it work, but I won't do that to Y/N." Tom explains. You stare at him for a moment before you look to Atticus who nods,
"Interesting… yeah, that'd suck." He murmurs. You raise an eyebrow,
"What, did Ben starve without me?" Atticus snorts,
"Yeah… right… he's been fighting with that bitch ex of his since you left."
"Really?" Atticus nods, "why didn't he tell me?" Your eldest brother frowns,
"Seriously Y/N, you were on vacation. Why would he do that to you? I told him absolutely not and he agreed even though he knew you'd be the voice of reason in any situation like that." He explains. You sigh,
"You two can't go five minutes without burning the place down." Atticus shrugs,
"He lawyered up and they're talking about drug testing her so he'll get full custody." He adds. You nod,
"Good. It'd be nice to have more time with Danny." You tell him. He nods,
"Definitely." He shakes his head after a moment, "enough about that, tell us more about London."
"Yeah, how was his family? Are they a red flag?" Willa teases. Tom frowns at her,
"Excuse you, my family is the best." He defends. You smile,
"They really are. His mom is the best and his brothers are so welcoming. I literally spent a lot of my time out there just having them let me win uno."
"So essentially you're just the universal baby sister?" Atticus poses. You nod, leaning into Tom,
"They're genuinely so sweet. I loved every second with them." You admit. Tom hums, rubbing your thigh. He glances up as a waitress approaches, taking your food and drink orders before she leaves you to yourselves again,
"So how is London though? Is it really pretty?" Atticus adds. You nod,
"So gorgeous. It's so fucking pretty. We got up early and went out exploring and it's just so fresh and new and beautiful. I loved it." You tell him. He nods,
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
"God… I needed that vacation."
"You deserved that vacation." Willa tells you. You smile, nodding. Tom sighs,
"If only we could still be on that break. Especially with what we came back to." He murmurs. You nod, laying your head on his shoulder,
"Oh god, what happened?" Willa poses, a frown etched into his features. You sigh, staring at her for a moment,
"Someone broke into my apartment and trashed the place while we were gone." You admit. Her eyebrows shoot up,
"Whoa, what?! Are you okay? Did they take anything?" You nod,
"I'm fine. As far as I can tell, nothing's been taken but… it's hard. It's fucking tiring trying to get through all these hurtles in life at the same time." Both your brother and best friend nod,
"You should've called me. I would have dropped everything and come distract you." Willa tells you, reaching across to hold your hand. You smile,
"I had one." You glance up to Tom who smiles and leans in to kiss your forehead,
"She's fine." Tom teases. You hum, letting two of the three people at the table coddle you,
"However, I will require a girls night." You murmur. She nods, smiling softly,
"Course. Whenever you want me." You nod,
"But anyways… I don't think I'll need to like… find places for everything again." Both your brother and best friend frown,
"What do you mean?" Atticus finally asks. You smile, glancing up at Tom while you play with your earring,
"We've been talking about moving in together. I think we're gonna do it." Tom smiles down at you, reaching for his water after a moment when Willa speaks up,
"Babes that's huge! Congrats." You smile shyly, looking to Tom again. He glances at you,
"Yeah… he's excited, I'm nervous."
"Why?" She asks, "that's awesome. You two are attached at the hip." She defends. Tom points to her,
"Thank you, thank you."
"I just… I'm afraid of him having to pay for everything. I don't… make money like he does."
"Bitch," Willa murmurs, "You work your ass off both in the diner and not, on all those paintings. You have a fucking savings account. How often does that happen with waitresses? Especially with how much you have. Babes… if anyone can manage an apartment with the love of their life, it's you." She explains. You stare at her for a moment before sneaking a glance at Tom. He stares at you, a cocky smirk on his lips, one eyebrow raised. You sigh,
"Shut the fuck up." You grumble. He chuckles,
"She's right and you know it. You're so fucking organized that I can only imagine you paying for everything just to flex on me. But stop thinking about it. Let's just… live in the moment and we can have these conversations when the time comes." He tells you. You stare at him, chewing the inside of your lip. When you glance at Willa, she shrugs,
"He's got a point. You panic about everything, no matter how serious it is. Just… let him take some of the burden off of you." She murmurs. Glancing at Tom, his eyes sparkle in the low light, showcasing everything he's ever felt about you. You sigh through your nose, nodding,
"Yeah… I guess so." You murmur.
The rest of dinner is calm, a lot of silent eating and small talk and soon enough, Atticus checks his watch and looks to Willa,
"Ready to head out?" He asks. She nods, leaning into his side. You smile at Tom, running your hand down his thigh,
"I'm ready to get in my pjs." You tell him. He smiles and nods and both he and your brother stand, helping you and Willa out of the booths. Him and Atticus follow you both out. When Tom senses your brother's eyes on him, he glances up. Atticus smiles,
"I know you'll take care of my sister but Ben and I are here for you both if you need anything." He tells Tom. Tom nods, slapping his hand into Atticus's when it's offered,
"I appreciate it and I know she does too." He tells your brother. Atticus nods, watching you hug Willa before you turn to him. He wraps you up, holding you tight as your nuzzle into his warmth. He kisses the top of your head,
"Call me if you need anything." He murmurs. You nod,
"Course." Separating from your brother, you wave to both before you part ways. Tom rubs up your arms, pulling the passenger side door open,
"Ya know," You turn as he leans against the door, "I like the way Willa worded that. You are totally set eith me and no one could do what you do. We've got this ya know." He tells you, reaching out to brush his thumb down your cheek. You hum, staring up at him,
"Yeah sure."
"We do. We're both very smart."
"Well…" Moving in, he wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck and nipping at the skin while you squeal and giggle, "no… you're all right. Of course." He stands up straight, staring down at you,
"You and I are the most capable people and I feel safe with you around." You admit. He nods,
"Course. I'll always keep you safe love. You're it for me." He tells you. You stare up at him for a moment before you reach up, caressing his cheek as you lean in and kiss him. He holds you close, humming into it. You peck his lips once more for good measure,
"I love you." You murmur. He smiles,
"I love you too. Now you better get in that car so we can go home and start packing up your apartment." You giggle, climbing into your side, sighing and laying your head back against the headrest and wondering how the hell you got roped into this situation.
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