Warnings: sexual comments, a threat at the end with a knife, language, Harrison being creepy, an issue with Financials and someone secretly paying for someone else

Word Count:5,250

Author’s Note: Here’s a new parttttt! I’m hoping to get a lot of writing done now that I’m out of school, let’s see how this goes.

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For the next few days, waking up in California with just Tom by your side, most times draped over you, his bare chest to your bare back, makes you feel less and less like returning to New York. The responsibility that lingers in that city is crushing when you’re there and going back doesn’t sound as pleasurable as staying in paradise. 

The night before your flight out, you find Tom out on the deck, legs dangling over the side. He glances up as you come to stand beside him, squirming between his legs. He wraps his arms around you, draping his chin over your shoulder. You reach up, rubbing his hands before drawing his hands up to your lips to kiss his knuckles, 

“I don’t wanna go back.” You murmur, pouting at him when you glance up. You lay your head against his shoulder, watching him smile. He chuckles softly, glancing down at you,

“I know… me either. Like… all that responsibility. I just wanna be here with you.” He explains. You nod, 

“I’ve always dreamed of escaping somewhere with someone I love more than anything and then you offered to bring me to California for the weekend.” You half tease. Tom smiles down at you, 

“Yeah? Someone you love more than anything ey?” He asks. You nod, 

“Yeah. I’ve never had anyone this caring before. It’s refreshing.” He hums, 

“Dunno that I’ve ever had anyone like you either. Sweetest little thing ever and I get sex whenever? Perfect.” You snort, 

“You’re such an asshole.” He rubs up your arms as he presses his lips into your hair, 

“I just wanted someone uncomplicated and then I found you.” He murmurs. You smile, holding his hands, 

“Yeah… wish I could say the same.” He tickles you until you nearly fall from the deck, 

“Who’s the asshole now little lady?” He growls. Relaxing in his arms for just a moment with a few solitary giggles, you hold his hands, 

“Just wish we didn’t have to leave. It’s so peaceful here. What if… what if we just… move closer to the coast. I like the coast.”

“Are you actually talking about moving in with me?”

“It’s just a thought. I’m trying to not… be in a depression." 

"Aah, don’t tell me that. I don’t wanna know that.” He murmurs, nuzzling in your hair. You smile,

“Like… you make me feel better but… I just hate the idea of going back to work and all that, ya know?”

“No… because I love my job.”

“Sure, yeah, I also love watching you almost die.” You tell him with a roll of your eyes. He chuckles softly, 

“I know.” He sighs, 

“Whenever you want, wherever you want, I’ll follow.” He murmurs. You smile, turning your head to lay on his shoulder so you can look up at him, 

“Yeah? So if I moved here you’d come?" 

"Course,” He tells you, eyebrows furrowed together, “not only is it gorgeous here, but you’re here. There’s nothing keeping me in New York. My family’s in London anyways, and my job doesn’t care where I’m at. There are just as many rings here as there are in New York.” He explains. You stare up at him, 

“You’d really just… relocate for me?” You ask. He nods, 

“Absolutely." 

"Crazy, lovesick fucker.” You grumble. He cackles loudly, 

“You’re right and that’s sad. I’d literally follow you to the ends of this earth if that’s where you chose to go because I love you that much.” He confirms. Rolling your eyes, you hold his arms around you, 

“You’re insufferable. It makes me sick.” He hums, 

“You wanna see how insufferable I am?” He asks. You sit up, turning to him as he roots around in his pocket, swiftly pulling out a case and snapping it open to reveal a small, heart shaped diamond ring. The biggest diamond is a simple, heart shaped cut and the row of diamonds around it follow the shape. The band is silver, and more diamonds line it until the curve into the circle, “Its just a promise ring, nothing to phone home about but… when I went to run some errands back home, the other day I passed a jeweler and saw it and had to buy it. It was calling me.” He explains as he slides it from it’s pillow and onto your finger. You’re rendered speechless and Tom hums, 

“Take it you love it and that’s why you’re speechless.” He adds with a soft chuckle, 

“My god Tom it’s beautiful. This is… the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” You tell him. He smiles, staring down into your eyes when you look up at him. You twist your hand in the setting sunlight, “God I could send this to Willa with no context and give her a heart attack.” Tom cackles as you move back in his arms. He kisses your temple,

“That sounds like something you’d do.” You giggle, twisting your hand to make the diamonds sparkle, 

“Holy shit. Wow. You really are a romantic then huh?” He shrugs, 

“I try my best.” Leaning up to kiss his plush lips, you lay your head back against his shoulder, 

“Let’s just elope and stay here forever.” You mumble. Tom chuckles,

“Whatever you want… it’s yours." 

                                                          —

Just like the flight out, the flight back into New York is pretty tame. Tom holds your hand just the same, carries your luggage just the same, leads you up to his apartment and ducks inside after, 

"Home sweet… home?” He asks. You smile up at him, 

“I’m exhausted, that’s all I know. I need a shower and a good night’s sleep.” You tell him. He hums, 

“Can I watch?” You giggle as you trail into the living room, but something’s off. You see something in his armchair shift and you give a gasp, 

“Tom there’s someone in here!” You squeal, bouncing back into his body, 

“What?!” He wraps an arm around you protectively as he flicks the light switch on and a blonde with a sharp jawline blinks at the light. You hold Tom’s arm tight and the second his shoulders relax, you squeeze his arm tighter, 

“Harrison…” He murmurs. The blonde give a slight smirk, 

“You’re right… she’s hotter in person." 

"Fuckin ‘ell mate you almost killed her. I’d'a fucking ended you.” Tom mumbles as he nears the man that stands from his armchair, toothy smile on his face as he nears your boyfriend. They embrace and you can’t help but continue to cower in the corner. Tom turns to you, 

“Uhm… Y/N, love, this is Harrison, one of my best mates from home. Harrison, Y/N.” You nod, loosening up just a little, 

“Hi." 

"Hello darling. You don’t have to worry… I won’t bite." 

"Not harder than I do.” Tom quickly chips in. He chuckles after a moment, before he’s reaching for your hand, holding it out to you reassuringly, 

“Let him look at you baby.” He purrs. After another moment, with another weary glance at Harrison, you take Tom’s hand and let him drag you in,

“Whoa…” You both glance up at Harrison and then down at your finger where your ring rests, 

“It’s a promise ring, don’t lose it.” Tom murmurs as he wraps his arms around your body. Harrison swallows, eyes caught on the jewelry as you hold Tom’s arms, 

“Thought none of us had ever met the girl and you were already engaged.” He murmurs. Tom shakes his head, 

“I’d do it but… I think that’d scare the poor thing.” He coos in your ear. Glancing up at him, you shake your head, 

“I would’ve said yes. You’re my best friend." 

"This… I’m so sorry in advance but… this is the same girl that heard you fucking through the wall right?” Harrison asks. Tom nods, 

“Yeah, why?" 

"I’m just… curious… you’ve been together, what, five months?" 

"Yeah just about.” Tom confirms. Harrison nods, 

“Dedication. She’s very dedicated mate.” Tom hums,

“You have no idea.” Kissing your temple, Tom sighs and looks to his best friend, 

“What are you doing here?" 

"Came to surprise you. I knew you’d be in Cali until today so I thought I'd…come sit in here.” You frown,

“Does he have a key?” Tom’s reaching the same conclusion you are, shaking his head, his eyebrows furrowed, 

“No, he doesn’t. Did you really pick my lock?”

“You should move to a safer neighborhood. Your building has no cameras.” Harrison chides proudly. You giggle as Tom reaches up to press his fingers into the corners of his eyes, rubbing softly, 

“Fucking hell.” Pressing a hand to his stomach, you kiss his cheek,

“I’m gonna take a shower and then we can order in and chill and you guys can catch up okay?” Tom nods,

“Yeah, okay.” Smiling at Harrison, you head for Tom’s shower, craving the need to wash off the flight from California. 

Nearly two hours later, you’re sat beside Tom, Chinese in your lap. You eat as the two converse, Harrison catching Tom up on issues back home while Tom, in between conversations, fills you in on what all of Harrison’s information means. You nod along and soon enough, both boys are drawing you into conversation, starting with your time in California, 

“Yeah, it was good. It was peaceful." 

"I wasn’t allowed at the match.” You start, side eyeing Tom. He glances at you, tsking,

“See if I ever try to protect you again.” Giggling, you lean into his side, 

“I’m kidding. It’s cute when you’re protective." 

"Wait,” Harrison leans forward, “You didn’t let her come to the match?”

“California’s a really bad gang area and the opponent I was up against was really into all that shit. I didn’t want her there by herself. I can’t focus on the fight if I know she’s just in the crowd alone.” He explains. Harrison hums, 

“Smart I guess.” He murmurs. You trace your finger over the rim of your wine glass, 

“He’s all sentimental. It’s cute.” Harrison chuckles as Tom leans back against the couch, rubbing his eyes, 

“Go next door, you’re on timeout the rest of the night.” You squeal as he takes your wineglass from you, gripping your arms and jokingly trying to force you to stand. You flop into his lap, binding your arms around him. He cradles you, “little brat.” Stroking up your arm, he sighs, staring down at you. When he looks back up at Harrison, his eyebrows furrow, 

“What?” You look to his best friend, who shakes his head, 

“Nothing, you two are just really pretty together. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this with a girl before.” He explains. Tom hums, 

“She’s my whole world.” He murmurs. You rest your head against his forearm, smiling up at him,

“You’re the best.” He chuckles, 

“You don’t know who I used to be with this div.” He mumbles, gesturing to Harrison. You giggle again before he’s drawing you up to sit in his lap. You reach for your wine and Harrison watches Tom watch you for a moment. He’s genuinely never seen his best friend so enraptured by a woman before. You’re different. You’ve changed Tom in ways the man across from you can’t imagine. When you meet his eyes again, you lick your lips, 

“So yeah… the views were great. California’s really beautiful.” You tell him, cheeks flushing. He nods with a smile, 

“Yeah… I bet.” Tom hums, 

“You wish you had what I do.” He grumbles. Harrison smiles, 

“I often do, yeah. You’re out here living your dream, raking in the ladies and I am a little jealous. She’s beautiful mate and I’m proud of you for who you’ve become. Quite the little boxer.” He smiles, 

“Always knew I’d be better than you at everything.” Tom teases. Harrison scoffs, 

“And on that note, I’ve got jet lag and will go back to my hotel and die.” Harrison grumbles. You giggle, watching Tom roll his eyes. Harrison checks his watch, 

“Despite my best efforts it actually is getting late and I’m whooped. We can get back together and hang out some more.” Tom stands just as his best friend does and tucks his hands in his pockets,

“Mate… you don’t have to stay at a hotel. I’ve got a spare." 

"No, no, no, you guys need your privacy and I’ve already paid. I’ll just meet up with you later. It uhm… it was nice to meet you Y/N, sorry for scaring you.” You smile up at him, 

“That’s alright. It was nice to meet you too. Stop by any time.” His smile widens before he’s nodding and heading for the door. You half listen as him and Tom murmur back and forth before Tom is closing the door and heading back to you. You hum when he comes into view, leaning over and kissing your cheek, 

“You okay?” You nod, 

“Yeah. He seems nice. That’s the best friend you always talk about?” You ask. He nods, 

“Yeah.” He rounds the couch, watching you sip from your wine glass, 

“I’m still the pretty one huh?” He poses. You nod, 

“Oh yeah… definitely.” You murmur. He smiles, 

“So I get to stay?” You nod, 

“Well yeah. Gotta get sex somewhere and you’ve been doing decent.” You tease. He rolls his eyes, 

“Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night babe.” You giggle, moving closer to him. His fingers dance along your leg, eyes cast down to the place on your skin, 

“You were well behaved." 

"Well I’m not a dog so… yeah, I can play along well with others.” He hums, 

“He’s decent. My brothers are the nightmares. Whenever you meet them… I’ll have to hold your hand so they don’t chew you up.” You smile, staring at him. When you don’t say anything, he glances up and cocks his head, 

“What?” You shake your head, playing with your earlobe, 

“You just… didn’t say if I met your brothers, you said when.” You tell him. He hums, 

“Well I gave you a promise ring sweet girl, of course I intend for you to meet my family and be in my life forever. You’re gonna have my babies.” He confirms. After another moment of just staring at each other, he snags your glass from your hand, setting it on the table and leaning over you. You giggle as he crawls between your legs, yours wrapping around his waist. He leans in and kisses you, his hand slipping up under your top to caress your bare skin,

“Hope that doesn’t scare you off beautiful."  He murmurs huskily. Threading your fingers through his hair, you shake your head, 

"Not even close.” He smiles before his lips are covering yours and he’s grinding his crotch into yours, bringing just enough pleasure from the pressure of himself. You let out little breathy gasps as he continues until he’s jumping up, and a squeal is leaving your lips as Harrison clears his throat. He raises an eyebrow when you both sit up, 

“Hopefully that’s the first time you’ve tried that on that couch. I sat there.” Tom sighs, 

“Harrison… what the fuck now?” He chuckles, 

“Forgot my coat on your hook. But… I was a little intrigued by Y/N, and then I felt bad if she would’ve gotten naked. She’s beautiful but… I’d feel cruel.” You smile up at him shyly, 

“I appreciate it." 

"Yeah me too,” Tom starts, standing as Harrison shrugs on his jacket, “that body’s mine.” Harrison chuckles, 

“Fully aware mate. Just… keep it PG." 

"No such luck. You ruined something very valuable to me.” Rolling your eyes, you lean over the back of the couch, watching them bicker before Tom offers a shove to Harrison’s shoulder, bidding him goodbye a second time and slamming and locking the door behind him. He sighs as he starts to near you, 

“Are you even in the mood?” You shrug, 

“I’d do it to help you." 

"I’m fine. I can get off in the shower." 

"Nooooo, that’s not how this works. I’m your girlfriend and-" 

"Not to be held accountable for just being beautiful and making me hard. It’s my brain making my body react like that, not yours so you’re not accountable. If you don’t want sex, we won’t have sex." 

"Yeah but I can still use my mouth.” You purr. He’s leaned in, his face inches from yours. You stare up into his eyes before he’s closing the gap, lips pressing to yours. You thread your fingers through his hair, dragging him closer. His hands skate up your hips, 

“On second thought…” You giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist again when he presses you back against the couch. You kiss along his jaw, hands slipping beneath his shirt,

“I could get used to this everyday.” You murmur. He chuckles,

“As opposed to chilling in your own apartment all lonely… yeah, I hope so.” You giggle again and nod, 

                                                           —

A few nights later, Tom sits across from you as you tell Willa all about your time in California, a waffle laid out before her, at her place beside Tom, on her break, 

“I’d kill for a hot boy to take me out there. Jeez, why are you living every dream I’ve ever had?” She poses. Tom smiles, laying his head over his arms on the counter, 

“Especially since she woke up more than one day with some form of me between her legs.” Tsking, you swat his head, 

“You don’t have to give details of our sex life to every person we know.” You tell him despite your best friend turning to you wide eyed, 

“Please tell me that mouth was one of those things between your legs one morning.” She says. You roll your eyes, turning your back to them, but you don’t miss the squeal that leaves Willa’s lips when she glances to Tom and he nods without batting an eye. He chuckles as you sigh and fill his coffee cup, 

“Anyways… moving on to more important things, I got an offer for a piece from Sahid.” You tell her. She stares at you, Tom’s eyes flicking between the two of you from his spot, 

“What?” She poses finally, “how much? Which piece?” You smile, 

“Ten thousand. The piece of Tom in bed.” You tell her. Her eyes widen and she leans over the counter,

“What?! Ten thousand dollars? S-so what did you do, did you accept?” You shake your head, 

“I’ve been in such a shock I haven’t been able to do much of anything.” You admit. She scoffs, 

“I bet. So… you’re going to accept it right?” You shrug, 

“That’s like… my favorite piece. I loved doing that one-”

“Yeah, but you have the model if you ever want to do it again. It’s not something that is like a one time thing. He’s always in your bed.” She defends. You sigh, 

“I know but I just… I always get emotionally attached to my paintings. That one means a lot to me." 

"And you’ll never forget how it made you feel. What else were you going to do with it?” She snipes. You hum, 

“Dunno… hang it over my bed like a dreamcatcher.” Tom snorts, turning his face from the two of you. She sighs, 

“Look… I get it. Certain, sentimental pieces, you’d like to hold near and dear to you. There’s nothing wrong with that, but… this is the opportunity of a lifetime Y/N/N. Two thousand or so dollars worth of work that came from you. From your fingers. That’s amazing. Ultimately it is your decision but… I think that this is that door that you need opened to get the fuck out of here.” She lectures, glancing around the diner. You sigh, 

“I knowwww. It’s just a hard decision." 

"You don’t have to tell me that. I get it. But this is your shot babes." 

"Who’d'a thought I’d’ve given it to her?” Tom jokes, glancing up at you. You sigh, holding his eyes, 

“You are so fucking conceited.” He chuckles before watching you make your rounds to the remaining customers. When you return and focus on a particular sticky spot on the counter, you sigh, 

“I do need to get better at paying my rent on time. I definitely have a late fee." 

"No you don’t.” Tom quickly pipes up. Glancing up at him, you stare for a moment, 

“What does that mean?” He shrugs,

“I figured since I was the reason you were in California and you weren’t here so any money spent wasn’t being recouped, I’d just pay for this month. So… you’re fine.” He explains. You lean a little closer and Tom’s heart pauses at the pissed look in your eye, 

“And when exactly were you going to tell me this?” You ask as Willa stands to clock back in, leaving the two of you to have this private discussion. Tom flinches slightly at the venom in your voice. He swallows, 

“When you went to pay and the check came back? Or when you realized you were a month ahead every month?” He poses sheepishly. You sigh, turning your back to him, 

“Wait, you really are upset with me?” He asks with a chuckle. You shake your head, 

“I just… I never asked you to do that.”

“That’s the point. I’m your boyfriend. It’s not supposed to be said specifically." 

"To me, it is. I didn’t ask you to pay my rent.” You whisper yell. He scoffs, staring up at you, 

“You’re really pissed that I paid for your fucking rent?” He poses. You wipe the counter, eyes locked on him, “Y/N-" 

"I didn’t ask you to.” You quickly reiterate. After another moment of being flabbergasted, he scoffs and stands, tossing cash on the counter, 

“Fine… guess I’ll see you later.” He grumbles before he’s turning and heading out. Willa eyes you as he leaves, 

“You okay?” She asks. You nod, collecting his money and cashing him out. You sigh, 

“I love him to death, I really do, but he just… he doesn’t communicate this stuff with me. I don’t like him doing stuff like that.” You defend. She nods, 

“I get it.” She rubs your shoulders, 

“I’ll get the dishes.” She tells you. You nod and watch her collect the dirty dishes from the tables, toweling them off. You sigh as she slides the bin over, tossing Tom’s dishes inside, 

“He won’t stay mad at you long babe. You’ll be back in his bed before you know it.” She tells you. You offer a feeble smile before you’re hoisting the bin from the counter and walking it to the back sink. You dump the dishes inside, tossing the bin in its cubby and coming back into the lobby. You smile as an older gentleman smiles and hands his ticket over. You quickly total him out before bidding him goodnight. Willa meets you at the counter, leaning on it, 

“Ya know, maybe you should just let him pay your rent every once in a while. He’s definitely got cash to spare and you need to save. Your apartment scares me." 

"Yeah, I know,” You start, “he doesn’t tell me because he knows I’ll say no, but then it pisses me off more because he doesn’t tell me. He’s just not vocal when it comes to money issues.” You murmur. She nods, 

“Are any of us ever?” You shrug, 

“It’d just be nice to know that he’s doing something behind my back. Especially since he’s paying twice the rent. If he hadn’t, he’d be furthering his point of me moving in with him. He just doesn’t think about this stuff.” You mumble. She smiles at you, 

“Just put him out of his misery already and move in with him. He basically proposed.” She teases. Rolling your eyes, you turn your back, 

“He doesn’t deserve me.” She giggles, turning to the door to tell someone who’s just walked in that you close in five minutes. The second your eyes meet your new guest’s, your heart stops. You swallow, hand stalled in your pocket from collecting the checks that need to be cashed out, 

“Shit..” You mutter, coming forward, 

“Wha- what the fuck?!” Willa squeals as the brunette before her reaches over and swipes a steak knife off a deserted table. She thrusts it towards you as Willa backs behind you, stumbling over her own feet. The patrons that are left over all collectively gasp and you can feel multiple pairs of eyes on you as they watch her draw nearer, 

“You think he loves you?” She growls as you hold up your hands. Willa whimpers as you back further up, her hands pressed to your shoulders, “He probably tells you the same thing he told me, told the rest of us. It’s just empty words. He doesn’t care about you!” She screams. You nod, your body shaking, 

“I’m sure you’re right. In a few years it’ll all be over and you can have him.” You try to defuse, 

“Years?! Years?! I don’t have years. I want him now!” She screams. You nod, 

“Okay, okay-”

“Halle!” Tom hollers from behind her. When she turns, you see that he has his eyebrows knit together. She drops the knife, both you and Willa jumping as it clatters to the floor, “Get the fuck out here.” He growls. When she doesn’t move fast enough, he grabs her bicep, dragging her outside with him. You swallow down the lump in your throat, turning to look at the nearly empty diner. Willa moves quick, taking the tickets from your pocket and informing those left that the meals are on the house, an apology for the inconvenience. Most relax, but you’re still shaky, sitting at the bar as she cashes everyone out, 

“What the fuck was that?” She asks once she’s turned back to you. You shake your head, 

“She's… been on him for a while I guess. She’s the same girl that confronted us the night I got into it with Ben.” You tell her. She squeezes your shoulders,

“You still have that taser I got you don’t you?” You roll your eyes, 

“I think that’s still a crime Will." 

"So was her coming at you with that knife but she still did it didn’t she?” Sighing, you stand again, needing to make yourself useful. You count out the two tills, watching Willa let the last of the customers out, apologizing for the disturbance, and let Tom in. He wanders over to you, rubbing his hand over the top of his head. He waits for you to finish counting before he speaks, 

“You alright?”

“Why’d you come back?” You ask, ignoring his question. He cocks his head, glancing around for a moment. He chews the inside of his lip, 

“I uhh… I believe in that whole… not going to bed mad thing. I know you’re upset but… I couldn’t just let you go home and go to bed and we hadn't… talked about this.” He explains. He swallows, staring down at the counter for a moment, “and if I’m honest… I had a weird feeling. Glad I came back.” He adds. You smile, 

“I don’t know how much damage she could’ve done with our chintzy little steak knives… but yeah, I can’t imagine that would’ve ended well. ” Tom nods, 

“You’re okay though? You’re both okay?” He directs the second half at Willa who nods and pats his shoulder as she passes, 

“Yeah, fine.” You nod too when he looks at you, 

“Yeah… just a little shaken.” He nods in return, swallowing as he sits, 

“She had this false sense that we’ll get back together. Comes with the idea of doing drugs.” He explains. You nod, 

“I get it. I try not to take that kinda stuff to heart.” You explain. He nods, 

“Good… yeah.” You nod again nervously, 

“Yeah. It’s hard though. I mean… I didn’t know you before this. How do I know that you really didn’t tell her you’d be with her forever.”

“Swear on my whole career I’d never.” He tells you, his eyes wide and there’s no doubt he’s telling the truth. You nod, slowly moving around the counter. He spreads his legs just enough to accept you between them. You hold his shoulders, laying your head over his shoulder and him laying his over yours. His hands lace behind your back and when you turn to look at him, he presses his forehead to yours, 

“I’m sorry alright. I’ll stop being such a good boyfriend.” You roll your eyes again, kissing him gently,

“I’m trying not to be ungrateful but… I would’ve made ends meet.” He nods, bringing your knuckles to his lips, 

“I know baby, I know, but I’d rather be sleeping in your bed than in a box between buildings.” He teases. You giggle, 

“You could always just let me move in.” You tease back. He gapes at you, 

“Oh you little bitch.” You giggle again, taking your hand from him and walking around the counter to collect the tills to lock in the safe. Ditching your apron, Willa collects her stuff, the same as you, and follows you out, Tom standing from his stool and dragging out his car keys, 

“Ready? We’re gonna walk Willa to her car and then we’re gonna get in mine.” He tells you. You nod, looping your arm through Willa’s as she shuts the building lights off. She smiles up at Tom, 

“Wow… where do I find a guy like you?” Tom frowns, 

“Russell’s decent.” She scoffs, 

“Yeah, the sex is great but there’s no British gentlemanliness in him.” He snickers then, 

 "Could set you up with my best mate but it’d be quite the commute.“ You smile up at him, 

"Harrison? He was sweet. A cutie too.” Willa growls, 

“I’m so sick of cuties. They distract you.” Giggling, Tom walks you, hand in hand, to Willa’s car. You both bid her goodnight and Tom nods as she locks her doors before he guides you to his passenger side, pressing you to the side of his car, 

“She’s right, you know? There’s nobody like you. You’re in the wrong and you still came back to apologize and save me.” You joke. He snorts, head dropping to your shoulder,

“You’re so fucking dumb!” He hollers. You giggle, holding his sides. Leaning up, you kiss him softly, giving his lips quick little pecks. He cages you in against the side of his car, 

“Thank you… I guess I’ll just say it because… you did pay a lot for me.” You tell him. He brushes his nose along yours, 

“You’re welcome baby. I’d do anything for you.” He murmurs. You don’t know if it’s the stress of money, the exhaustion from work, or just the fact that you were threatened, but there’s tears in your eyes. You trail your knuckles across his cheek, 

“I love you.” You mumble. He smiles, 

“I love you too. And don’t let anyone ever try to convince you otherwise.” He reminds, stroking down your hair after a moment. You nod, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth before you’re climbing in the passenger seat and swiping at tears, Tom climbing in beside you. You sniffle and he reaches out to take your hand, kissing your knuckles, 

“You’re the love of my life forever now, no matter what anyone says.” He confirms. You nod, smiling at him before he’s pulling from his spot, and starting towards home. 

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Warnings: smut (18+), further warnings below the cut, sexual references, sappy shit, language, mentions of extensive money

Word Count:7,414

Author’s Note: sorry to keep you guys waiting. Yes, I know that picture of Tom is old lol. I hope you enjoyyyyyy.

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Smut warnings: brief oral (m + f receiving), slight voyeurism, unprotected sex, continued orgasms, near choking, rough sex, fingering, dirty talk

Nearly a week later, Tom has you over for dinner, home-cooked, before you’re heading to your apartment to pack for California, and back to his apartment so you can get up together. When his alarm inevitably goes off at four in the morning, you’re both rolling out of bed, dressing in sweats and sweatshirts and carrying your luggage out to a taxi and heading for the airport. 

You snuggle down into Tom any moment you can, feeling the warmth radiating off of him when his arms wrap around you and he presses his lips into your hair. After a nearly six hour flight and a few short naps with lots of hand holding and shared kisses, you and Tom are deboarding, walking hand in hand to baggage claim. You can tell that the air here is warmer, and the area is much different than New York. You’ve never really had a vacation, so it’s exciting to be here with the man you love the most in the world. As if Tom can sense it, he squeezes your hand as he tosses your duffel over his shoulder and wheels his suitcase out to an Uber. The drive from LAX to Malibu, is relatively short. There’s a row of small beach houses along a deck, and after checking in, Tom leads you to a little blue one, 

“Wow…” Is all you mutter as you walk inside the smallish beach house. It’s cozy enough for you and Tom, a bed in the center of the room, complete with a couch, coffee table, and a small kitchenette. The bathroom is off to the side, one wall consisting of a huge open shower, skylight above. Tom hums, 

“Nice little place huh? I was thinking of getting a huge house in the middle of LA but… I really like how these look. Get to look at you in a little bikini for a whole weekend. Shit… yeah, this was the better choice.” He mumbles. You roll your eyes, 

“Its gorgeous. And look at that view. Ugh…” Tom chuckles as you walk to the sliding glass door that leads out onto a balcony, shaded by palm trees, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. You stare out at the water for a moment until his arms wrap around you and he sighs, 

“You’re the best view ya know?" 

"Oh so cheesy… are there two bedrooms in here?” Tom chuckles, kissing your cheek, 

“No such luck love.” You hum, rubbing his arms, 

“Its nice to be alone. That’s for sure." 

"Oh definitely. I like having you to myself, not worrying about Sal calling you in to work cause they’re short or having Willa call for a girl’s night. Love it.” You smile, 

“Me too.” He unwraps himself from you, leading you back inside and to the tiny bedroom, another balcony with Adirondack chairs in each corner showcasing the same bright blue ocean. You hum as he flops on the bed, dragging you with him. Tom sighs as you lay chest to chest, your head cradled over your arms. Soon enough though, you rest your head over his chest, sighing yourself. You stare out at the water crashing against the sand as Tom reaches up to play with your hair, his heart skipping a beat. You move your head to look at him, 

“What’d you just think about?” You ask. He frowns, 

“What do you mean?" 

"I just figure… your heart skipped a beat and when mine does that I have a really… soft thought go through my head about something I love.” You admit. He stares down at you for a moment, 

“You’re a witch huh?” You giggle and shake your head,

“Just observant.” You admit, waiting for him to do the same. He swallows, fingers threading through your hair as he stares out at the water for a second longer. He glances down at you,

“Its just… peaceful here. It’s just the two of us. We haven’t touched our phones, there’s no neighbors below us fighting, no friends or kids bugging us. It’s just you and me and… this place… I dunno. I guess I was just… thinking how nice it’d be to fall off the grid. Start over. Live together somewhere where our nearest neighbors were twenty miles away and we could just be us. Do us.” He explains, rubbing up your arms. He stares off over your head as you process what he’s told you. You hum, 

“You’d get sick of me. I only show you a little bit of what I want.”

“No, no, there is no getting sick of you. I… I hate when you go to work or you go over to your apartment. Its… it kills me. I’m like a fucking dog, I don’t know what to do.” He admits. You smile, 

“Yeah?” He nods,

“I just… I’ve always wanted to live with a girl I’m in love with but… I’ve never been in love like this. I’ve always been hesitant because I’m not sure if she’ll be around but… I know you will. You agreed to come here, you can’t stay away from me.” He adds. You giggle,

“I don’t wanna stay away from you.” You admit. Laying your ear over his chest again, you stare up at him, “I’d willingly clean up your socks off the floor if it means I get this forever.” You tell him. He chuckles, 

“I’d have to go in halves on chores with you. I can’t stand the idea of making you do everything.” He admits. Giggling, you crawl up, hands resting on his shoulders, lips covering his, 

“We could just… fake our deaths, stay here.” You tell him. He smiles,

“That… morbidly sounds nice.” Kissing him again, you sigh into his mouth, 

“I’m so exhausted. Do we have like a week to sleep and then your boxing weekend?” He chuckles, 

“Unfortunately not. Just the weekend and then we fly back Monday. But… after tonight’s match, and after we go back to New York, I’m all yours for a few weeks.” You smile, 

“Just… ignoring all of that… we’re totally taking a nap before your match huh?” You ask. He nods, smile still covering his lips, 

“Absolutely." 

"Oh thank god.” You grumble, standing from the bed and stripping naked. Tom licks his lips, watching you climb into bed as he strips from his own clothes. You snuggle down into him, his arms wrapped around your body. He yawns, 

“Absoutely in love with you.” He murmurs. You hum and smile, closing your eyes, 

“Feeling’s mutual.” You murmur. He hums, stroking over your hair, 

“Such a beautiful girl.” Giggling, you nuzzle into his side, 

“Stop. I’m exhausted and you’re not helping me get any sleep." 

"Oh gosh, sorry.” He mumbles dramatically. Giggling again, you push at his shoulder, letting him roll onto his side. Snuggling up behind him, you bind your arm around his middle, your legs curling into his, 

“Love you.” You murmur. He hums, 

“Love you too beautiful." 

Hours later, the both of you are up, and he’s ordering takeout for you, making himself a small, healthy meal for his pre-match. He at least needs something in his system. The both of you are fully dressed but when Tom watches you reach for your purse, he nibbles his bottom lip, guilty eyes meeting yours, 

"What?” You ask, 

“I don’t… I don’t want you there.” He admits, grimacing softly, “God that sounds fuckin terrible.” He mumbles,

“Why?” You ask as he nears you and his hands come to rest at your waist. He sighs, 

“There’s just… there’s a lot of gang activity around the ring out here. I can’t… i-if you had someone with you, I’d think about it but… not with all of this shit that goes on out here. The opponent I’m against is involved in all of this shit and I can’t risk it with you being alone here. I… I’ll be back before midnight but… I’m sorry, I can’t chance it.” He explains, his eyes softening as he rambles quickly. You shake your head, reaching up to caress his cheek as he rests his forehead against yours, 

“Its fine, I get it.” You tell him. He sighs, shoulders relaxing. He digs in his pocket before drawing out a credit card, 

“Go get dessert, go shopping, my treat. I just… I feel so fucking bad and I don’t want you to be stuck here." 

"No, no, no, keep this, I don’t want it.” You tell him, eyes widening as you try to hand the card back to him, 

“I want you to have it. Look…” He sets the card being hot potatoed down on the side table, “I’m gonna leave it here. Use it if you’d like, but just… if you leave this room, take it with you at least. So it doesn’t get stolen. Okay?” He poses, cradling your face in his hands. You nod,

“Okay, yeah.” He nods, kissing you softly before he’s standing back and sighing, 

“You’re not mad are you?” He asks as he stoops to pick his duffel up. You shake your head, following him to the door, 

“No, I get it. You need to focus on the match, not if I’m okay.” You explain. He nods, 

“Good, yes, thank you.” You nod again, holding the door open for him. He leans up and kisses you, 

“I’ll be back soon love. Do whatever you’d like, no spending limit on that thing.” He tells you before he’s retreating down the pathway, you rolling your eyes at his back. He makes it nearly to his car before you speak again, 

“Hey!” He spins, staring up at you. You smile, “I love you… and good luck.” You call. He smiles wide, nodding, 

“I love you too. I’ll be back.” He climbs in the rental and you watch him drive away.

—

In the time Tom is gone, you’ve explored the cabana, sitting out on the deck and sunning just a little, listening to the waves crash against the shore. You shower and dress in some sleep shorts and one of his tees, hair tied up on top of your head. You find a book amongst your luggage, sitting in the tiny living room, the back door open. The crashing of the waves is soothing and it distracts you for a few moments. The peace you feel is unlike anything else and it reminds you that this is what you could have with Tom. All you’d have to do is say so. 

The crunch on gravel pulls you from your thoughts and let’s you know Tom’s back. You stand from the couch, walking to the door and opening it, waiting for him to climb out of the car, walking up the path. A smile covers his face through scrapes and bruises as he looks at you and it makes your heart flutter,

“Hello gorgeous.” He purrs, leaning in to kiss you when he’s close enough. You hold his head, 

“Hi… how did it go?” You ask. He hums as he enters the house, kicking his shoes off as you close the door behind him, a hand still lingering on your lower back,

“That was a rough one. But… I still made it. Still the best in the league.” He tells you. You smile and nod, wrapping your arms around his waist, 

“You really did it huh?” He nods, eyebrows furrowing, 

“Course. Undefeated.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you again. Once it deepens, he hums, 

“Maybe we shouldn’t." 

"Why?” He gestures to his face, 

“As always, I haven’t had a proper clean up so… you’ll probably end up with my blood in your mouth which is… so not sexy.” He tells you. You giggle, reaching up to slide your fingers through his hair. He hums before you reach for his hand, taking it gently, 

“C'mon you, I’ll do it.” You murmur, leading him to the bathroom. You close the toilet lid and pat it, “Sit handsome.” You murmur. You don’t miss the way he glances at your bikini tossed on the bathroom floor or the way he licks his lips, 

“Gone for a swim already?” He asks. You shake your head, admiring his cuts and scrapes, leaning under the sink for the first aid kit, 

“No… just used the last little bit of sunlight to sun a little. Can’t you tell?” You ask. He smiles and nods, 

“Yeah… sun-kissed. Beautiful. Perfect.” He mumbles. You roll your eyes, wetting a washcloth in the sink and lathering some soap into it. You gently rub it across his face, having him rinse it off before you’re leaning over him, dabbing antibiotic ointment across cuts littering his skin silently. He hums, watching you put a bandaid over the one above his eyebrow. He stares up at you, 

“What’s the matter?” He asks. You glance down into his eyes for a moment, 

“What do you mean?” You quip back. He hums, 

“You just have this look in your eye. Like you’re… far away.” He explains. After another moment, you shrug, 

“Dunno. Just… was thinking about how tranquil this place is while you were gone. Not having to adult for a little while. No bills, no urgent calls about some stupid bullshit.” You explain. He hums again, 

“Yeah?” You nod, “As you clean me up from the fight of my life. You’re not worried?” You roll your eyes, 

“This is different. This isn’t me getting called into work because some eighteen year old just decided she didn’t want to show or me worrying if my rent’ll get paid this month. This is just me doing what I love.” You explain to him. He smiles, 

“Oh yeah, cleaning me up like a five year old.” He murmurs. You sigh, brushing more ointment along a cut across his jaw, “No, in all fairness, I know what you’re saying. I don’t have Shannon asking to take the kids, I don’t have my managers on my ass. I’m kinda just doing my thing. It is nice. I get it.” He defends. You nod, 

“Its just us and it’s peaceful.” You add. He nods in agreement, 

“Definitely.” Once you’ve finished, he stares up at you, watching you hold his face in your hands for a moment longer, double checking he’s attended to before you sigh, draping your arms over his shoulders, 

“I really missed you.” You tell him. He smiles, rubbing up over your hips, 

“I missed you too. I missed seeing you in that bikini. I was getting decked in the face and you were nearly naked.” Rolling your eyes, he snickers, standing and leaning his face down to kiss you. He hums against your lips before he hops in the shower, quickly cleaning himself and hopping out again. He sighs as he wraps a towel around his waist, backing you against the counter and lifting you onto it. He smiles as you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. He grabs a smaller towel, draping it over his head. You swat his hands aside, scrubbing the water from his hair. He hums, staring up at you from under the towel when you draw it from over his eyes. 

Leaning in, he kisses you softly, one of your hands holding the back of his neck. Grasping your hips, he tugs you from the counter, backing you into the bedroom. Laying you down in the bed, he climbs over you leaning in to kiss the expanse of your stomach that’s exposed from under your shirt. After a moment, he draws your shorts down over your hips, kissing each one, his eyes flickering up to your face when you let out a little breathless gasp and arch your back. He hums, crawling up and laying his head over your stomach. He holds your hips, sighing as you thread your fingers through his hair, 

“I’ll one hundred percent be dreaming about peeling your fucking bikini off.” He murmurs, cheek squished into your abdomen. You giggle, 

“Yeah? I’ll let you do it tomorrow. Promise.” He hums, crawling up your body until he’s laying beside you, drawing your arm over his torso so you spoon in behind him, lips pressed against his spine between his shoulder blades, 

“I love you.” He murmurs, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You kiss his warm skin, 

“And I love you.” You reply. He sighs, his body melting in your arms as relaxation kicks in and he succumbs to deep sleep. 

—

You wake to a steady stream of light filtering in through the open French doors leading out onto the balcony. Your body rests on Tom’s side of the bed, his pillow cradled to your face. When you finally blink the sleep from your eyes and they’ve somewhat adjusted, you raise your head, glancing out at the deck where Tom sits in one of the chairs, his phone in his hand. As you watch, he lifts a mug to his lips, sipping the steaming contents inside. 

He’s put just boxers on since last night when he climbed in bed naked. Of course, he wouldn’t go out on the deck like that and risk any part of California seeing him. Not only is he adamant about him being yours physically and mentally, but he’s very conscious of who sees what, when. Standing from the bed, you quickly use the bathroom, washing your hands and heading out to see him. He glances up from behind his sunglasses as you move to stand between his legs. He opens his mouth to greet you before you’re crouching, rubbing up his thighs, 

“Well… good morning to you too.” He mumbles, showing off a toothy smile as you giggle, 

“Good morning.” He hums, watching you tug on his boxers. He licks his lips, glancing around, 

“Wouldn’t you uhm… wouldn’t you prefer we do this inside? I mean… we do… technically have neighbors.” He mumbles. You shake your head, freeing him from his confines and stroking him hard, 

“Nope. The weather’s nice and you look amazing. There’s no time for us to go inside.” You explain. His eyebrows knit together, 

“Bed’s just inside-”

“No!" 

"Okay.” You slip your mouth around him, his head immediately tipping back and a moan slipping from between his lips, “Fuck that is so good. Who needs a trophy or a belt when you get celebratory head?” He poses. You hum, quickly bobbing your head, stroking what doesn’t fit in your mouth. 

You drape your arms over his thighs, taking him deep in your mouth with each pass. He groans, head tipping back. He reaches up, humming as he brushes a hand through his hair and you gag around him. He glances down as you drag him from your mouth, stroking him. He licks his lips again, 

“You… are so fucking perfect and I’m so goddamn lucky I get to call you mine.” He murmurs. You smile up at him, 

“I’m so lucky I get to call this dick mine.” He chuckles, watching you stand, your hand never faltering around him as you untie your shorts. He jumps up, your hand falling from his cock as he swaps places with you, laying you back in the chair he was previously occupying,

“Fucking… gorgeous.” He mumbles, leaning in and sliding your shorts and the underwear beneath them off. He licks his lips as you pull your top up over your stomach, watching him lean in and slip his tongue through your folds. You reach down and slide your fingers through his curls, 

“You’re so fucking perfect.” You murmur as he holds your thighs, tongue sliding between your folds, figure eighting around you. He hums when you give a good tug of his hair before he’s leaning up, sucking on his bottom lip and watching you sit up to tug your oversized shirt over your head. He licks his lips at your breasts now exposed to him and clears his throat, glancing around before he’s sliding his boxers the rest of the way off and watching as you turn your back to him, as he finally takes the seat again,

“Are you sure?” He asks. You nod before you’re maneuvering between his legs, sliding down on him. Your heads tip back in tandem, 

“Fucking hell babe.” He grumbles as his hands come up to grasp your hips in a tight grip. You moan, bumping his arms aside to lean on the arms of the deck chair. You slowly move your hips up and down, Tom’s hands sliding around until his hands mostly rest on your stomach, aiding in bringing you down around him, “you really love this position. I think you’re just a little naughty girl, always thinking about me cumming inside of you.” He grumbles in your ear. You giggle letting him reach up and grip your hair in one hand. You press your lips together, 

“Fuck.” He grumbles. He digs his teeth into his bottom lip, digging his fingertips into your hips, “You’re so fucking sexy. Who would’ve thought you were so into almost getting caught?” You hum, 

“I like the idea of some nosey neighbor watching you cum inside me.” You admit. He grunts beneath you, 

“Naughty fucking girl." 

"Yeah well… I like people knowing I’m yours. Especially since you’re a big bad boxer.” You tease. He chuckles darkly before he’s thrusting his hips up into you, drawing a cry from your lips. You reach up and cover your mouth before Tom chuckles, moving with him still nestled inside of you as he stands from his chair and pressing you to your knees and thrusting inside of you quickly. You cry out, reaching back to hold Tom’s forearm, 

“Thought you wanted people to know you were mine.” He coos. Your eyes roll back in your head as he pounds into you, nimble fingers holding your hips,

“Fuck…" 

"I know right… fucking spectacular. You are so fucking wet.” He grumbles behind you. You grasp the back of the chair, chewing your bottom lip as he squeezes your hips, 

“Fucking hell. You are so fucking good darling.” He grumbles. You reach back and grasp his wrist, holding onto him as he pounds into you. Glancing over your shoulder, you watch unruly curls fall in his eyes, 

“You’re so sexy.” You gasp out. His eyes find yours and he leans in after a moment to kiss you softly. His tongue slides between your lips as one of his free hands slips between your legs and strokes your clit. You moan into his mouth and he chuckles, 

“I hope there’s some creepy old neighbor watching you get fucked. Hope he’s jealous I get this whole fucking thing all to myself.” He growls, rearing back and swatting your ass with his free hand. You whimper, holding the arms of the chair as you rest on your knees, 

“You feel so good.” You moan. Chewing your lip, silence permeates between the two of you as he rocks into you quickly, his hands slipping up to pull on your shoulders, but they hold you in a way that his fingers are practically wrapped around your throat. You hold the arms of the chair, eyes rolled back in your head, a low whimper slipping from his lips. After a moment, he’s shoving himself deep, pulling out and stroking himself, curls falling in his eyes,

“Alright… to bed, now.” He grumbles, stumbling out of his boxers as you move to the bed, “Bend over it.” He adds. You climb on your hands and knees, glancing over your shoulder at him as he follows you inside, reaching out to swat your ass again. You wiggle your hips back at him, a growl slipping from his lips as he swats at the other cheek, leaning in to quickly slide his tongue through your folds. He stands straight, hand pressed to your lower back as he guides himself back inside of you. His head falls back once he’s fully sheathed inside you, 

“There are few things in this world that feel fucking amazing time and time again. You’re one of them darling.” He grumbles. You hum, 

“Yeah… what else?” He chuckles softly, grasping your hips as he slowly moves himself inside of you, 

“No condom is spectacular too. But you’re one of maybe… three women to feel that with me. I can guarantee you’ll be the last.” He taunts. You giggle, working yourself back against him, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You cry out when one of his hands slips to your shoulder, the other remaining on your hip. 

You move back against him, grasping the ruffled sheets in your hands. You let out a choked cry as he reaches out and smacks your ass, sliding his hand down across your stomach to stroke your clit. You cry out, back arching. At this, Tom grabs your hair, tugging you back against his chest. His free hand grips your throat as he pounds into you, stroking your clit soundly, 

“Fuckkkkkk.” You groan. Tom chuckles darkly in your ear, 

“You just really fucking love being manhandled huh? Who’d'a known?” You chew your bottom lip, 

“Willa. She’s known.” You quip. He grunts, drawing out of you after a moment. You whine before he’s collapsing onto the bed. He drags you into his lap, holding your sides as your mouth falls open and you work back against him gently once you’ve slid onto him again, 

“So fucking beautiful darling. Such a good girl.” He murmurs. You hum, threading your fingers through his hair and leaning in to kiss him. He holds you, hands pressed over your ribs, gently tugging down on you. He grunts softly into your mouth, watching you tip your head back. You lean back on his knees, moving quickly. He leans in and sucks at your nipple, 

“So great. God you’re perfect.” He grumbles. You grasp his curls in your fingers, his back rested against the headboard, 

“Don’t think there’s any better view than you with the fucking California coast at your back.” He adds. You sigh, 

“I dunno… I’m looking at you.” He chuckles as you tug his hair to draw his lips back to yours. Your tongue slips into his mouth as his hands slip down to your ass, guiding you along him. You whimper, arms draped over his shoulders, his eyes cast up into yours. He reaches down between you, strumming your clit softly, 

“Gonna cum for me?” He asks. You nod, chewing your bottom lip, 

“Yeah.” You can hear how your wetness has coated your bud as Tom’s fingers rub across it. Tom growls as your walls fluttering around him and your head tips back, 

“Such a naughty fucking girl. Really can’t get enough of me can you?” He poses. You shake your head, 

“Never.” He hums as you lean back on his legs once he’s stretched them out your hips meeting his in quick succession, his thumb pressed to your drenched clit. You moan and whine, Tom’s free handle squeezing your hip, 

“Make yourself cum darling… c'mon, give it to me.” He growls. You head stays tipped back, his hands firm on you until you cum, a cry slipping from your lips as you throw yourself into his arms, arms wrapped around his shoulders again. He holds you close, thrusting his hips up into yours to finish you off. After a moment, he’s dumping you onto your back, forcing your knees up and standing between your spread thighs to cum on your stomach. You whimper, watching him paint you, grunting as he tips his head back. But he doesn’t stop there. When he’s finished, he crouches between your legs, sucking at your pussy. You practically scream, back arching off the bed as your hands slip down to hold onto his hair. He slides his fingers inside of you, pumping them quickly, curling them to brush against your g-spot,

“Fuck, fuck, T!” He growls again before he’s ripping another orgasm from you, holding your thighs as you shake. Once he knows that you’re finished, he stands, watching you breathe for a moment before he’s finding tissues and wiping you off. He leans over you, kissing you softly, 

“You okay?” He asks. You nod, rubbing up his arms, 

“Course. You’re amazing.” You tell him, stroking his cheek softly. He smiles, 

“Funny… I was thinking the same about you.” You giggle before he’s moving to lean over you. You hold his shoulders, bringing your lips to his. He hums, rubbing your sides as he presses himself chest to chest with you, moving his lips along yours. He draws back after a moment, 

“Who knew you were so into voyeurism?” You click your tongue, 

“No one’s out there.” You murmur. He hums, moving to lay on his side, propping his head up on his hand and tracing his fingers over your stomach, 

“You really just woke up horny then huh?” You shrug, 

“Not the first time. But it’s one of the first times I’ve had someone to sate me.” You tell him. He smiles,

“So I’m just a tool you use to get off?” He asks. You nod, shrugging, 

“A pretty good one too.” He chuckles, 

“Thank you.” Staring up at the ceiling, there a moment of silence before you ask him,

“Have you been looking at houses?” You ask. His brows knit together for a moment before he shakes his head, 

“No… should I?” You shrug, 

“Ya never know. Think we can fake a whole tsunami?” He chuckles again before he’s shaking his head and rolling onto his back, 

“Don’t think so darling. Unless you’ve got some magic hold over California.” You sigh, 

“I wish. Where would be your ideal place to live? Like… if you could choose anywhere in the world, where would it be?” You ask. He hums, 

“If I’m honest… London. Back home. It’s gorgeous out there, good enough place to raise a family.” He tells you. You giggle, 

“Yeah?” He nods, 

“Yeah.” He trails his fingers up your side, “What about you?” He poses. You sigh, smoothing over his pec as you lay over him, 

“Mmmm, probably… Australia or… the Netherlands. Something like that. Somewhere beautiful.” You tell him. He nods, eyebrows raising,

“Good choice.” Kissing your forehead, he sighs and stands, leaving you laying in his spot again for the second time this morning. He returns shortly, laying beside you, 

“So… we get some breakfast in town and then we come back here and sun and swim and then tonight, you’re mine and we’re going on a fancy date and as weird as California people are, we won’t get stared at like we did back home.” He proposes. You hum, pressing your lips into his chest, 

“Well that sounds more like a command than a request so… doesn’t really matter what I say.” You murmur. He chuckles, leaning in to kiss your forehead, 

“No, not really.” You shrug, 

“Sounds fine to me anyways.” You murmur. He nods, holding your body to his. You sigh, 

“I really do like this. Just the two of us. We don’t have to have a filter. We can do whatever we want whenever we want without being interrupted.” You explain. He hums, 

“Yeah. Can fuck you whenever without being interrupted.” He confirms. You giggle, standing on the bed. He rubs up your calf as you bounce just slightly, 

“My bed is fucked up too. Maybe that’s what I’ll do with any money I make from the museum.” You pose. He hums, 

“Could move out of the apartments. We should move in together, share the expenses.” He mumbles. You shrug, 

“Probably wouldn’t be half bad considering we’re always together so someone’s apartment is being abandoned.” He hums again, 

“You should just move in. We could still split expenses now." 

"I wouldn’t want to move in and then us move out. It’d be useless to move around twice. It’d just be annoying." 

"Well maybe I just wanna say that my roommate is my girlfriend. Besides… Ben and Atticus are big guys. If we had a date I could probably trick my brothers into coming down, helping us out.” He explains. You sigh, 

“God it sounds nice but I don’t want tooooo." 

"Fine, I’ll just move us out of those apartments. Then you can’t escape me.” He teases. You smile, leaning your chin on the back of your hand over his chest, 

“You just might have to. Ben and Atticus will definitely help move though. My mom too.” You explain. He nods, 

“I probably could get my brothers down. With a lot of begging. My best mates too.” He explains. You nod, 

“Yeah. That’d be nice.” You murmur. He trails his fingers through your hair with another sigh, 

“Suppose we should get up. Get ready for breakfast because I am starving.” He tells you. You smile and nod, rolling to your edge of the bed. He watches you stand, head propped up by his hand. He licks his lips as his eyes roam your bare body, watching you root through the closet where both of your clothes hang, 

“Please don’t wear panties at all today. I will fucking cum at both meals just thinking about you.” He purrs. You glance at him over your shoulder and smile, 

“I’m sure you will.” You murmur. He watches, frowning as you pull lacey black panties up your legs, slipping jeans on over them, 

“You can have no bra but I’m not going commando in jeans.”

“You brought dresses. Thought you’d go with that.” He grumbles as he stands, squeezing past you for boxers, jeans, and a t-shirt. He watches you button your blouse, licking his lips again as you cover your bare breasts, “Probably still cream my pants.” He murmurs, finding socks amongst his luggage. You roll your eyes, slipping your feet into your sandals, 

“Drama queen.” You mumble. He huffs, tying his shoes before he’s grabbing his keys, phone, and wallet, 

“Just for all of that you should have to pay for your own food.” He mumbles. You roll your eyes again, 

“Oh please. After this morning and with you knowing you’re getting more as the day goes on, you’d kneel at my feet and worship me.” You tell him matter-of-factly. He stares down at you for a moment before he blinks, 

“Keep it up and you’ll definitely go over my knee.” He threatens. You swallow, but spit back at him, 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time." 

—

Upon returning from breakfast, Tom watched as you stripped again, picking a black bikini from your luggage and slipping into it. When you’d turned to look at him, his swim trunks hanging low on his hips, the look in his eye had possessed you to run squealing for the water, jumping in with him following right behind you, arms wrapped around your torso after a moment. You squeal again as he lifts you out of the water, your head laid on his shoulder as he squeezes you around the middle, twirling the ties of your bikini around his finger. You chew your lip, 

"You better not untie those. I do not want to risk one of these neighbors seeing what’s so rightfully yours.” You tell him, half joking, half serious. His eyes sparkle mischievously, 

“You better fucking remember that.” He purrs. His hands abandon the ties, sliding down your back. For a while, the two of you float around the area of your little cabana. He watches you climb up onto the deck, water pouring down your body and rolling down in droplets across your skin. He follows, licking his lips as he watches you lay on the towel you’d laid out. When he lays beside you, propping himself up on his elbow, you lay your head on your crossed arms, 

“It’s really beautiful here.” You tell him. He nods, 

“Nothing’s as beautiful as you but… yeah, it’s decent enough.” You roll your eyes, 

“Such a charmer.” He shrugs, 

“I try my best.” You watch him stand again, finding his phone just inside,

“Do you ever think about how we came about?” You ask, “like… I literally hunted you down and then you came into my work the next day and then you felt this weird need to protect me from toxic men and… now here we are… vacationing in California together.” You add. He nods with a smile, sitting cross legged, his back to the wall,

“Pose for me.” He commands. You heart stutters, 

“What?” He rolls his eyes now, 

“Lay on your side, kinda… drape your arm over your side, lemme get a picture.” Your cheeks burn, but regardless you do what he says, watching him stare at you through his phone, a hunger in his eyes, 

“Fucking gorgeous.” He grumbles. You hum, crawling to him, watching him add it to Instagram, captioned: “Beauty beyond words.” with another black heart. He pings your location before he’s posting it, leaning in to kiss you when he locks his phone. You gesture to the spot you were just occupying, 

“Over there mister… now.” He does as he’s told as you find your own phone, snapping a few pictures of him with his back to you, legs dangling over the side, one of his legs drawn up on the deck, and his face turned to you, cocky little smirk covering his lips. You post all three with the caption: “Always my champion.” with a white heart instead. His phone dings and he leans back between your legs, opening his phone to flip through your photos, liking the post and Willa’s instantaneous comment of heart eye emojis and quips about the two of you being her OTP and offering a light chuckle before he sets his phone aside, rubbing you arms and watching the sun disappear into the ocean miles from you, 

“Yes I do. I was infatuated with you that night. I remember… going back to bed and just thinking about you as I finished my civil duty to Morgan.” You snort, 

“Charming.” He laughs again, 

“No, but I’m serious. As bad as it sounds you’re all I thought about the rest of the night and I think right before I fell asleep I prayed to see you again." 

"And then the next day you came in the diner?” You pose. He nods, 

“Yeah… I… dunno if you believe in fate but after that, I do.” He murmurs. You hum, 

“I do, yeah." 

Silence reverberates between the two of you and once the sun has mostly set, Tom stands, drying himself, and you off and collecting your personal effects from the deck before he’s taking your hand and leading you inside. He puts both phones on their chargers before he’s tossing the towels in the hamper and turning to you, dragging you into his arms. He hums as his fingers slip around the ties of your bikini and he backs you into the bathroom. You giggle, looping your arms around his neck, 

"So what… is this like a multiple rounds kind of day? Are you imposing I fuck you again?” You ask. He chuckles, 

“I mean… it wouldn’t be so bad to be inside you again. We are in paradise and you’re… just as stunning as the beach. Besides… you look better with no clothes.” He explains, finally pulling the knot loose. You giggle, letting him pull your bikini top over your head, 

“Beautiful.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss your chest. You giggle, tipping your head back as his chest presses to yours, his arms bound tight around you. He slips his hands inside of your bikini bottoms, holding your ass in his hands for a few moments before he’s sliding the material from your hips as his lips cover yours. His tongue slips into your mouth after a moment before your phone dings on the beside table in the bedroom. Tom growls, trailing kisses down your neck, 

“You better fucking ignore that until I’m done with you." 

"That could take years.” You joke. He nips at the skin, drawing a squeal from you. You giggle, holding his shoulders as he reaches behind him and turns the water on. He draws back for just a moment, stripping from his swim trunks. You glance over your shoulder as your phone dings again, 

“Y/N…”

“Hey… it could be important." 

"It isn’t. Leave it alone and join me in the shower.” He warns. You giggle, 

“I will. Let me just make sure it isn’t important and I’ll be right there.” Sighing, he climbs in the shower and immediately grabs his soap, lathering it over himself, 

“You’re really going to miss this… for that goddamn phone?” He threatens. You lick your lips, 

“One quick peek, I promise.” You hear him growl as you hurry back into the bedroom, picking up the phone and finding texts from Sahid. The first one alone is enough to stop your heart. But the ones that follow draw tears to your eyes. You gasp for air, heading back into the bathroom once you’ve set the device down. You watch Tom for a moment longer, sudsy water running across his tan, toned torso before he’s opening an eye, catching sight of you, 

“What’s the matter?” He asks. After another moment, he rinses the rest of his body off and comes to stand in the shower doorway, worry etched across his face at the tears in your eyes, 

“Y/N/N, what’s wrong baby?” He asks again. You sniffle, nearing him. He collects you into his arms, 

“The piece I did… of you in bed… Sahid has an offer for ten thousand.” You explain to him. He stares down at you, pulling your head into his chest after a moment as you hold his shoulders, tears mixing with the water that graces your face as he holds you close, 

“Yoy have no idea how fucking proud of you I am.” He murmurs, pressing his lips into your shoulder. Drawing back, you stare up at him for a moment, 

“I just… don’t get it. It’s not that good." 

"Are you kidding me? It’s fucking amazing.” He tells you. Sniffling again, Tom holds your hips, “I told you, I don’t know anyone who does better art. Your stuff is fucking amazing babe. Especially that one. It’s me love.” You giggle through tears, pulling away from him for a moment,

“Stop.”

“No, I won’t. You’re amazing and you don’t seem to understand that.” He tells you, reaching up to cradle your face in his hands, “I’ve told you before how blessed the people around you are because of your presence alone. You are fucking spectacular and I know your brothers and your mum and your nephew and your best friend know it and I want you to stop doubting yourself. You’re an amazing fucking artist and an amazing girlfriend, and I love you. And you deserve more than ten thousand for your art. I can guarantee you that.” He assures, his own tears clouding his eyes as more of your own slip down your cheeks. 

You wrap your arms around him, listening to his heartbeat when you press your cheek over his chest. You sigh, closing your eyes, 

“I will never… ever deserve you.” You tell him. Drawing your eyes up to his with his fingers under your chin, he kisses you softly, 

“You, darling, deserve more than this world.” He tells you. You sniffle, 

“I don’t deserve you.” Leaning in, he kisses you soundly, 

“You’re right… I’m not good enough for you.” He implies. Laughing softly into his chest, you hum, 

“We will never agree will we?” You ask him. His chest rumbles, 

“No… probably not. You think too highly of me." 

"And you think too low of yourself. You’re the best decision I ever made.” You tell him, glancing up again. He smiles, 

“I guess I am a ten thousand dollar decision huh?” He poses. You nod, pressing your lips into his chest, 

“Always.” Smiling, he rubs your shoulders, 

“I’ll always support you. You know that right?” He poses. You nod, “if you wanna keep it or argue for higher or lower, it doesn’t matter to me, I’ll support whatever decision you make.” He assures. You nod, closing your eyes and resting against his chest again, 

“I know and that’s why I love you.” You tell him. He hums, 

“And I love you. Always, my little artist.” He teases. You giggle, kissing him again, before you’re sighing and reaching for the soap, lathering yourself up to try and distract from the life-changing decision you need to make.

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Todd Hewitt collaborative playlist!

I noticed that there wasn’t a collaborative playlist for Todd Hewitt yet and i think any fandom needs one because it’s fun to discover new songs to daydream to.

So add any song that reminds you of the movie Chaos Walking and/or Todd Hewitt, a song that you’d show him if you were in the movie, or just a song you like to daydream to about him.

I can’t wait to see what songs will be added!

If it’s not out in your country yet, you can watch it for free in HD on popcorntime! Do this at your own risk since it’s a pirated version!

Todd Hewitt collaborative playlist!

I noticed that there wasn’t a collaborative playlist for Todd Hewitt yet and i think any fandom needs one because it’s fun to discover new songs to daydream to.

So add any song that reminds you of the movie Chaos Walking and/or Todd Hewitt, a song that you’d show him if you were in the movie, or just a song you like to daydream to about him.

I can’t wait to see what songs will be added!

Chapter 12

Word Count: 1,897

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing.

Summary: Euphoria goes to comic con with Sebastian because he didn’t want a recap of the last time when he left for a press conference to happen.

A/N: I saw a TikTok with them rude-ass girls and decided to add it to the series for Sebastian

I was at ACE Comic Con in Seattle with Sebastian because he didn’t trust me from last time. Right now I was backstage with Anthony joking around, just wasting time while also watching Sebastian interact with fans.

“You ready to go on stage?” Anthony asked looking for a working microphone. I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Me? I’m not going out there. This something you guys do. I’m just going to stick to instagram and modeling.”

“Nope you’re going out there.”

He found one and smirked at me. His lil evil ass.

“Anthony he’s trying to talk to a fan on hold!!” I tried to stop him but it was too late, Anthony had grabbed the microphone. He used his best movie voice which made me shake my head at his stupidity.

“And now for the best superhero in the Marvel Universe!”

You could literally see Sebastian’s smile dropped which made me laugh so hard I couldn’t breathe.

“The guy that gave you such lines as on your left. The guy who gave you such likes as cut the check. The guy who saved Captain America’s ass from Bucky Barnes for most of his Marvel Universe life. We give you…” Anthony tapped his hand against the microphone.

“Sam Wilson aka the falcon aka hot chocolate aka Chocolate-chino aka every fans best friend. Anthony Mackie everybody!”

He walked out leaving me back there by myself. So I sat down, getting on my phone. Without him back here, it was kinda boring.

“Ladies and Gentlemen give it up for the one and only Anthony Mackie.”

“Oh wait I’m not finished!”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “You’re not finished?”

“Nope! I told her she’s coming out here. She does the best makeup ever. One of the best models on Instagram. She is known to be Sebastian Stan’s girlfriend!” I raised my head up in shock.

“Is he for real right now? Omg !”

“Euphoria Luv everyone.” Still shocked I swiftly got out of the chair grabbing the first working microphone I see. It was a bunch of girls screaming for me but it also sounded like some guys too.

“It better be only girls screaming for my girlfriend,” Sebastian said lowly in the microphone making the audience laugh but I knew he was serious. “Heyy everyone!”

I waved sitting down in the middle of them but closer to Sebastian. He looked at me as if he was saying ‘what are you doing out here.’ I shrugged my shoulders pointing at Anthony.

“When did you first learn that there’d be a falcon.” The interviewer asked but Anthony ignored scooting closer to me. He wrapped an arm around me and Sebastian.

“He wants to be close.” Sebastian joked as we three cuddled up together. While the interviewer asked them questions, I drowned them out playing with my fingernails and whatnot. I’m not a celebrity so I’m not used to this.

“You alright?” My boyfriend whispered in my ear, taking me out of my daze. “I’m okay baby.”

“I think it was Iron Man, I got to meet RDJ ball out of control. I call him a ball of control Rob, that’s his nickname. First man introduced me to caviar ball out of control Rob. If you ever get the chance, eat caviar with RDJ. Just do that for yourself.”

Anthony explained and I agreed nodding my head. “Yes he’s right. If you ever get the chance, do it. It will be a fun time.”

“You’ve ate Caviar with RDJ before Euphoria?” The interviewer asked and I sat up on the couch, engaged in the conversation.

“Yes. We went for lunch one day, he didn’t have film. It was me, his girlfriend and him. He had me laughing the whole time. I really enjoyed myself that day.”

———-

More screams came from the crowd as Tom walked out on the stage. He was so excited to sit between us three. I gave him a big hug since I haven’t seen him in like 3 weeks.

“Bestieee!”

“Bestieee!”

“I can’t wait to come back to LA Euphoria. I’ve missed you and everyone else.”

“Me too. You’ve been gone for so long!” I smiled kissing his cheek. He gave me one back. I moved closer to Sebastian starting to get tired.

“You sleepy baby girl?”

“Yess I am. I don’t see how you guys do this.”

The interviewer spoke to us.“Let’s open to the audience guys. We got a bunch of people lined up starting with you.. What’s your name?”

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During the whole questions thing I noticed at the fans wasn’t fond of Anthony and I wasn’t going for it. I’m going to try to keep my mouth but this getting on my nerves.

“I need to see this movie.” Anthony held out his hand. Tom looks at him in disbelief.

“You’ve never seem Spiderman homecoming?”

“Pft no.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, I didn’t know Anthony ain’t ever seen it before. “For real Anthony?”

“ I haven’t seen the falcon- oh no there isn’t one.” Tom placed his hand on Anthony shoulder. I covered my face, laughing so damn hard. More people went and I kept quiet until 2 girls talked into the microphone. One girl had on a green shirt while the other had curly hair.

“Okay take it away ladies you’re going to bring us home.”

“Okay so I didn’t really have a question, just my friend ruthy back there has some fan art of Tom and Tessa and also.”The curly head pushed her hair behind her ear. “I just wanted to say that um, I have a pit-bull and so since Tessa is a staffy that’s just super cool and I love Tessa so pet her for me.”

Tom smiled, “I will thank you so much.”

Sebastian spoke up confused. “Who’s Tessa?” I leaned over speaking lowly.

“Babe it’s Tom dog.”

“His dog! Omg educate yourself!” The curly head basically yelled in the microphone. I sat up, glancing at her like she done lost her damn mind. I brought the microphone to my mouth.

“Girl who is you talking too?”

Everyone was laughing but I was dead the fuck serious. Tom pinched my side but covered it up with a laugh,“Euphoria chill.” Sebastian and Anthony shared a glance at each other. I just knew Tom felt embarrassed. I kept my eyes on her while the interviewer did some loud talking.

She began apologizing. “I’m sorry. I apologize I’m so sorry.” but I didn’t believe that fake ass apology.

“I get that you’re nervous but you need to calm it down. It’s just Tom.” I made known, feeling Sebastian’s hand on the small of my back.

“You’re making me look really bad guys.” Tom scratched his neck nervously.

“You have fun on the internet tonight.” Sebastian said slowly in the microphone to show how serious he was. Seeing this unfold, Anthony spoke up.

“Time out , time out. How do you know who Tessa is?”

She held her hands out, “He post Tessa all the time.”

“Oh he’s posting pictures of him and his dog?”

They both perked up.“Yeah!”

“He’s just hanging out at home with his dog?” Anthony egged it on with they rude asses.

“He posts her all on the time on instagram!”

“Baby I’m adult.” Anthony corrected her. She laughed out loud in nervousness.

“Yea I see her all the time so that justifies it.” I said and Tom nod his head towards me.

The green shirt girl speaks in the microphone “Okay so before I say anything uh I promise my friend Iris that I..” Anthony cuts her off.

“Y’all got a lot of friends.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Where yo friends at?” Anthony looked around for them.

“I’m sorry, friends maybe a term that you don’t know but.” Everyone in the crowd gasp at her little comeback. Sebastian looked at the curiously with his microphone underneath his chin. Yeah they finna get this clap back. I looked at Anthony and he shook his head basically saying he got it.

“I don’t know the term friends. I know the term family, when stuff get tight lemme see where your friends at. But grow a little bit, you’ll get there.”

The girl waved him off , “anyway, wow this is crazy. Okay I’m on your team Tom. I don’t care… about Mackie.” She waved him off again like he was dust. That was the most disrespectful thing she said. I just stared at Mackie, practically begging him to let me get her ass . He nodded his head indicating me for to do it.

The crowd was still oohing as I parted my lips to talk. “Look sweetcakes, the comebacks isn’t cute, it’s just plain-“

She scrunches her face up, “Who are you again?”

I leaned forwards placing my elbows on my knees. “I’m Euphoria Luv honey. Look me up on instagram before you call yourself trying to check me.” I tilt my head to the side, plastering a petty smile on my face.The crowd went wild ay my comeback but I wasn’t finished.

“ I’m not them, I don’t have a contract. Nine times outta ten this going to be my last time on stage with them. Honey I get that you nervous and trying to make the crowd laugh but you not going to disrespect my boyfriend and my brother plus embarrass my bestie.” I stood up smoothing out my skirt. “It ain’t cute so don’t think it is. Before you disrespect anyone else you need to stop disrespecting yourself with that too little shirt you got on and ya bestie too with them dry ass curls. Good bye.”

I drop the mic as it was so much commotion going on in the crowd. It was a mixture of laughter and ooing .All I heard was Anthony say “Mic. drop.” before I completely walked off the stage. I saw my manager stand there with her arms folded.

“You know that’s your last time on stage with them right?”

“I know and I don’t have a single regret either.”

“Good job for taking up for them though.”

“Thanks.” I kissed her cheek going into the break room.

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I felt a smack on my ass waking me up out of my nap. I went back to the hotel early because I was annoyed with being a comic con. I groaned rolling over to see my boyfriend taking off his shirt.

“How you sleep sassy pants?”

“I wasn’t going to let her disrespect you nor Anthony babe.” I sat up in the bed watching him undress. Sebastian picked up some black pants from his suitcase.

“I’m not mad babe, I just wanted to know how you slept.”

“But I know you have something to say Sebastian.”

“Alright fine, babe even though it was wrong, I’m glad you took up for us. Thank you.” He came over to my side of the bed. My worries of him being mad washed away. “That showed me you really care about me.”

Sebastian kissed my lips, and I grabbed his neck deepening it. He saw that I was turned on so he pulled back.

“Nope, we are expected to be at dinner with Chris,Mackie and Tom.”

I pout my lips,“But I want some dick.”

“You’re in time out.”

“For whatt??”

“For saying that girl had on a too little shirt!”

“I mean it’s true!”

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That’s all. Nobody should be offended of this cause that comic con is old so yeah.

they were being rude that day and thought it was cute. man sometimes people take being obsessed over celebrities to the extreme. that shit is not cute!

plus never be rude to celebrities that wasn’t rude to you first!

stay slutty my friends.