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jenomark · 5 years ago

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➔Summary: For many reasons, you haven’t had sex in a long time. Though you love yourself and your bigger body, you’re always aware that other people might not. After a bad night with someone who didn’t want to be seen in public with you, your best friend Ten offers to set you up with his friend Taeyong.

*This is very body positive, but it does deal with a lot of negative things that are very close to reality for most people. I tried to portray things as accurately as I can, given my own experiences. I know not everyone’s experience is like mine. It’s a very honest outlook on having a one-night-stand or FWB relationship while being a bigger girl.

Mr. No Name. He hit all the right notes and strokes. He was attractive and mildly interesting. More importantly, he said he didn’t care what you looked like, or that it had been awhile since you’d had sex. His clothes flew off mid-air, and you watched them land here and there. Mistakes never landed in one spot, you thought. They peppered your life like seasoning, and even so, life had been tasteless, as of late. You still found yourself craving the morsel that would poison you.

“Can you give me a moment?” you asked.

Nameless stretched across your bed like a God, his arms draped out in what he must have pretended was satin. IKEA might have felt honored. When he spoke, he told you to hurry back quickly. He said he didn’t have that much time, but you suspected he was the type to fuck and leave.

“Okay.” you said.

You left your bedroom, not really thinking that you’d just left a stranger to rummage through your personal belongings. You went into the bathroom and turned off all the lights. You didn’t want to look at your body stuffed into the lingerie you carefully picked out for the occasion. You didn’t want to know what he saw when he looked at you. You hated that you were that girl, but old habits die hard, or rather, they come back from the dead and pick you apart until you’re just bone.

Sex. It never mattered much to you. You would consume it when it came, just a notch above feeling grateful that someone would stick themselves inside of you. You didn’t know if it didn’t matter because it didn’t, or because you couldn’t fathom caring so much about someone that didn’t care for you back. It was easier to skip the hurt altogether and go straight for the parts where you ate the ice cream without the excuse.

“Get a grip.” you told yourself in the darkness.

It had been awhile since you’d had sex because, despite being happy in your own skin, you were still terrified of someone seeing you naked. It was hell to explain how fulfilled you felt as your own person until a man looked at you and diminished your worth by calling you the most unfuckable person in the room. It was so easy for someone to tear down years of hard work and self-reflection for a two second shame fest by a stranger in a passing car, yelling about your weight, or what you should and shouldn’t be eating. And, yes, you hated that you cared what people thought of you, even after all this time.

Enter: Mr. No Name. You called him that because he gave you an alias to call him by, and the fake name didn’t sit well with you. You wanted to ask him why he didn’t want you to know him, but deep down, you already knew. No one wants to be seen with the fat girl. You knew you were completely right when you asked him for coffee, and he looked as if you’d asked him to march around town with a parade float tied to his leg. Not everyone would look at the straight-sized man and the plus-sized girl and think negatively, but there would always be people who were still looking. Maybe you didn’t want to be seen as much as he didn’t want to be seen. Maybe you were also the problem.

Still, you were horny and touch starved. After all, all you wanted from him was sex. That was the agreement. And you loathed yourself for briefly wanting more, for looking at him and his desire for you, and thinking that it could extend beyond the bedroom. Silly you for wanting what some people had. You had to forgive your own poor self-esteem and hope that others would, too.

When you went back to your bedroom, he had passed out on your pillow. He was hugging the other one, his naked body smooth against the fabric. In his sleep, the prospect of him didn’t seem as scary as you thought. You wouldn’t hold it against him. You woke him and told him to put his clothes back on.

“So what?” he said. “Things don’t work out. It wasn’t meant to be.”

You looked over at Ten and felt that he was completely missing the point. It was your fault. You were never honest about how you felt because you didn’t want to bring attention to it. He knew your lingering insecurities as well as anyone, but there were things he could never truly understand. Last thing you wanted was for someone to pity you, or worse, think you’re just making it all up in your head.

“I want sex,” you said. “I think I’m drying up down there.”

“Dating apps.” Ten said, as if his genius idea would save you.

“Absolutely not.”

“You have to start somewhere.”

“I’m not a fetish,” you said. “Dating apps make me realize why I don’t date in the first place.”

“If you wait for things to happen organically, you might miss out,” Ten said. “Do people still do newspaper ads?”

“Are newspapers even a thing?” you asked.

You and Ten looked at each other and shrugged. There were so many things you understood about each other. You sat down and wiped sweat from your forehead. You were supposed to be cleaning your apartment. There was something about deep cleaning that soothed you. And Ten was supposed to be helping, but he was sipping his hot tea and playing around on his phone.

“Can I be honest with you?” you asked.

It felt like now or never. He didn’t need to know everything, just a little bit where you were coming from. There were sirens going off in your head telling you not to say anything to him. Your big mouth couldn’t stop once you were dead set on something.

“Always,” he said, putting his phone down. “Is this about the date?”

You nodded. “It’s about me, too. I’m..I don’t love the body I’m in..sometimes..other times, I love her. She gets me from point A to B. She makes me feel sexy. Forget what makes you healthy and what doesn’t. I don’t listen to anyone else but my doctor. All I know is that I love myself, from my ridiculous long second toe, to my double chin. All of it. And I think that scares people away, and I think I let them scare me away, too.”

“Was he that bad?” he asked.

“He didn’t want to be seen with me. Before we entered my apartment, he asked if anyone knew he was there,” you said. “ I would have cried if I was any other person. You know, I’m not even mad that he was like that. At this point, I expect that more than I don’t. I’m mad that, for one moment in time, I really expected him to be different. He kept saying how much he loved my body, and I didn’t get fetish feelings from him. I thought, “Wow, he could really be the one. He could be the fuck buddy of a lifetime.” Despite fucking it up in so many other ways, he made me feel like a person. I felt wanted.”

“He sounds like a dick.” Ten said.

Slowly, you nodded in agreement. At the same time, you and Ten sipped your drinks, lost in thought.

Then, as if he remembered something important, Ten tilted his head and said, “I know a man.”

“That’s great,” you said, dryly. “I know a lot of men, too.”

‘“No,” he said, slapping the table. “I have a friend.”

You raised your eyebrows. You thought about being sarcastic, but Ten wasn’t paying attention. It was no fun if he didn’t play back. He was excited by his own thought process, the wheels in his head spinning.

“You just want sex!” he said.

“Correct.”

“With someone who will be seen with you in public,” he continued. “So they don’t kill your lady boner. I know a friend who will do that for you.”

“No.” you said, flatly.

“Why not?”

“I’m not a charity case,” you said. “I don’t want a man to fuck me just because he feels bad.”

“This guy isn’t like that.”

You wanted to say that all guys were like that, but that way of thinking didn’t help anyone. It wasn’t true. You knew there were men out there who were what you wanted, you just didn’t know why they were halfway around the world. You thought of Ten’s friends, which were also your friends, by default.

“Which friend?” you asked. “All of them are with someone. Besides, I wouldn’t have sex with any of them. It would be too weird.”

“You don’t know him.”

“But I know all of your friends.”

“Not this one,” Ten said. “He’s in my art class. You’ll love him. Come to Saturday’s class. I’ll introduce you.”

They say fat girls shouldn’t wear overalls. You looked at your tummy in the reflection of a car and pressed your hands against it. Your thighs looked like they were bulging in the little shorts. You shook your head to rid yourself of the thought demons that tried to make you think you were anything less than sexy. Whenever it came to the opinion of men, unfortunately, they liked to show up and rear their ugly heads. You looked adorable in your overalls, and you’d look smokin’ hot out of them.

You weren’t good at art, so you didn’t know how to dress up, or how to behave. You showed up and stood by a bunch of people smoking cigarettes and gossiping. You thought the atmosphere would be more like the movies, and you thanked yourself you didn’t show up in some ridiculous scarf and a beret.

“You’re earlier than I am,” Ten said, hugging you from behind. “That’s not something I can get used to. You look like an art ho.”

“What is an art ho?” you asked.

Self-consciously, your eyes started going towards your reflection. Ten took your arm and led you inside, past the smokers, and right through a door into a cool and brightly lit studio. Ten came every week, and you could see why. The place had a cheery vibe, and everyone around you was smiling and sitting down at an easel. There was food in the corner of the room and all of these prints on the wall that you could look at for hours.

“So,” you said, sitting down. “We just...paint things?”

“Yes, “Ten said. “We get a theme for the day. No rules. No stress or worries. It doesn’t matter what it looks like. All that matters is that you have fun.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re a great artist.”

Ten blushed. “I try my best.”

Taking your place and watching everyone slowly trickle into the class, you noticed how attractive everyone was. You didn’t know what Ten’s friend looked like. You didn’t even know his name. You imagined him in your head, building him up like a clay figure. He had eyes and a nose, he was tall and resembled a beautiful marble statue. You looked around the room and realized there were mostly couples, their eyes finding each other wherever they went. Your eyes kept swimming around the room, too, even as the class began. And that’s when you saw him.

“Whoa.” you said underneath your breath.

He was beautiful. He was tall, like you imagined. So much of his broad shouldered body peeked out from behind his easel. He had black hair, which he swept back from his forehead. He had a smile permanently fixed to his face, and the warmest brown eyes you had ever seen. You physically gulped before nudging Ten.

“Who is that?” you asked.

Ten smirked. “That’s Johnny. All the girls love him.”

You were all the girls. You couldn’t stop staring at him. You wondered if painting him would be too creepy. As class began, you tried focusing on the project at hand, but your eyes kept going back to him.

“I need to get laid, “ you whispered. “I need to get laid so badly.”

“Will you relax,” Ten whispered back. “I don’t need you climaxing in front of my class. I think that’s frowned upon.”

You forgot about Johnny as best as you could and painted the sexiest fruit bowl of your life. You were proud, tired, and most of all, itching at the chance to talk to Johnny. You were thankful for Ten in that moment, so thankful that you could have kissed him. But, your attention was not on Ten. You were thinking about Johnny’s big body slamming you down onto your bed and fucking the still life out of you.

“I want you to meet him now.” Ten said.

You stood fast, your knee knocking into the easel. Several people looked your way because of the loud noise. You waved and tried to shake off the embarrassment. Johnny stood too, his face a model of perfection. He was so happy that it was infectious.

“He’s a little too attractive.” you said.

“Johnny?” Ten asked. “I guess so.”

Ten ushered you forward. As you were getting ready to extend your hand out to Johnny, Ten kept pushing until you were in front of the easel at the end. A man stood up and wiped his hands on his jeans.

“Hello, “ he said. “I’m Taeyong.”

You were speechless. You cursed yourself for automatically thinking it was Johnny. The look on your face must have said it all, because Ten needed to cover for you. He told Taeyong your name after fixing you with the longest side-eye in human history.

“Taeyong,” you said. “Right. I’m sorry. I’m just...so..in love with your painting.”

You looked at his painting. It was chaotic. The fruit were different colors and they were all smashed, the seeds ripped out, and the juices flowing. He had more paint on his hands and arms than what was on the canvas.

“This?” he asked. “Thank you. Painting gives me energy.”

Ten put his hand on your shoulder and said he was going to clean up his station. You couldn’t recover from the initial embarrassment, so you offered to go help him.

“It’s okay if you don’t like what you see,” Taeyong said. “I understand.”

Ten gave you one last “I will fuck you up if you ruin this for yourself” glance before disappearing. Everything in you felt apologetic towards Taeyong. It wasn’t even about him.

“It’s not you.” you said.

Taeyong laughed. “That’s usually how the saying goes.”

“No!” you said. “Really, it’s not you. You’re wonderful.”

And you meant it. Though he was different from Johnny and different from what you expected, Taeyong was very handsome. In your mind, you didn’t judge the way he looked because you didn’t want him to do the same to you. You knew how it felt too well, which is why it hurt you that he was feeling that way.

“Can I be honest?” you said. “I think I fucked this up. Ten didn’t tell me anything about you, and I thought you were someone else.”

“Ahh,” Taeyong said. “Imagine the disappointment.”

You could feel yourself growing dizzy. You took a seat in the chair next to Taeyong. When you stood, you were a little taller than him. When you sat, your body felt massive in front of his smaller frame. You looked into his face, into his eyes which didn’t look as upset as they should have been.

“I’m an idiot,” you said. “All these years wanting people to censor themselves for me, and I end up doing it to someone else. Can we start over?”

Taeyong sat. He placed his hands between his thighs and nodded. The way he moved was so cute that you couldn’t help but smile.

“Taeyong,” you said. “Would you like to come home with me?”

“Y-e-eesss.” he said, drawing the world out cutely.

You found yourself back in your bedroom, in a role that seemed too familiar. You were starting to feel scared that Taeyong only came back because of some fat fetish. He had been seen with you in public, had even reached for your hand on the walk back to your apartment, but fear had a way of resurfacing in intimate spaces.

“This is nice,” Taeyong said, gesturing up at the painting above your bed. “I draw on my walls, but this is much more sophisticated.”

You couldn’t seem to talk. Your mouth was dry. You asked him if he wanted a drink so that you could have one to loosen up. He said he didn’t drink much because his neck got all splotchy and red. You skipped the drink and disappeared into the bathroom, like a coward.

“We’re here again,” you said to yourself. “Just fuck him al-”

There was a knock at the bathroom door. You turned on the lights and opened it slowly to see Taeyong standing there.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m good.”

“It’s just that,” he said. “You’re talking to yourself. I talk to myself sometimes, too. Do you want to do this another time?”

He looked so sweet that something in you just toppled over the edge. You didn’t say no. You didn’t say yes. You crossed the threshold and kissed him, grabbing the back of his head. The kiss itself was so soft and tame that you kept trying to make it more aggressive. Taeyong released his lips from yours and rubbed his mouth. He laughed nervously and looked down at the floor. His lips were red and swollen, his eyes more lustful than before when he finally looked back up at you. He stepped forward and kissed you, pressing his body up against yours. Normally, feeling someone's tummy against yours would make you retreat, but you were so lost in the moment that you didn’t notice.

“Bedroom?” Taeyong asked.

“Yes.”

It was Taeyong who guided you to your own bedroom. Your eyes went straight to the painting above your bed. There was a new appreciation for it. When you looked back to Taeyong, he was looking at you like he was looking at art: admiring, questioning.

“You’re nervous,” he asked. “Why?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone.” you said.

You and Taeyong sat on the edge of your bed. You were itching to kiss him, but you felt that the questions on the tip of his tongue would get in the way.

“Being nervous is okay,” he said. “But I want you to know that I’ll take my time and make it enjoyable for you.”

He leaned in to kiss you, his hand pushing your hair out of the way so that he could rest it on your cheek. Your hand was on his thigh. Things started escalating, like you were both trying to one-up the other. Taeyong’s hand was on your breast, trying to figure out the machinations of the overalls. You were rubbing his leg a little too much. He had to ask you to stop or he'd explode. You laid back on the bed and let him hover above your body. Your thighs felt extra jiggly when his hands caressed you. You felt yourself clamming up, and Taeyong sensed it and stopped.

“I’m not entirely comfortable with my body sometimes.” you admitted.

“Do you want to stop?” Taeyong asked. “We can watch movies or play board games?”

“Board games?” you asked.

He shrugged. “I like games.”

You wanted to laugh. Taeyong was much different from Mr. No Name. Being with him felt less like a performance. It was like you were being intimate with a friend, only intimacy looked a lot like awkwardness.

“I don’t want to stop,” you said. “Do you?”

“No.” Taeyong said.

He sloped down to kiss you. His hand continued moving up your thigh and into your shorts. Having someone's fingers inside of you after not having anything for so long felt like an epiphany. You moaned and stopped kissing Taeyong. Not because you wanted to stop exploring his mouth, but because you couldn’t contain your excitement. You opened your legs and let him finger you, his skinny and long fingers jerking in and out of you with zeal.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned. “Don’t stop.”

You came around his fingers quickly, your hand reaching out to grab his wrist. He delicately kissed the side of your neck, double chin and all. You took a minute to catch your breath, but Taeyong was all over you. He unhooked your overalls. He lifted up your shirt to reveal your stomach. Checking to see if it was okay with you first, he kissed your soft flesh. You moved further up the bed so that his face was down below. He helped you remove the outfit, and you finished it off, sitting up on your bed naked and fighting the urge to cover yourself.

“Don’t tell me I’m beautiful,” you said. “Don’t say anything at all about my body. Tell me about yours.”

Taeyong smiled in understanding. He yanked his shirt over his head and pointed at his scar. The pink jagged line was shiny. You yearned to place your lips against it.

“A scar,” he said. He brought his hands up his body, his ribs noticeable. Seductively, he brought his hand back down until his fingers caught on his zipper. It didn’t take much for Taeyong’s baggy pants to fall to the ground. He slipped off his briefs to reveal his soft cock. “Can I show you my body?”

“Yes.”

He was going to come to you, but you scooted to the edge of the bed. You didn’t love the way your body looked while you were sitting, but your attention was saved by Taeyong’s cock. You took over, working him in your hands, and watching as he came to life. You leaned down to suck him, enjoying how he whimpered from the warmth of your mouth. You stopped momentarily to kiss his scar before you were back at it, drawing him closer and closer. Before he could spill, you let him go and climbed back onto the bed on all fours, your ass facing him. The position was easiest for you. You didn’t have to look at men when they fucked you, your fat moving rabidly, and your mind wondering how distracted they were by your body. You waited for him to come to you and thrust his cock into you from behind, but Taeyong didn’t.

“I want you on top,” he said. “I want to see you.”

You watched Taeyong lay on your bed, his body just below the painting. He was relaxing in a bunch of pillows, and he was smiling. If you went on top of him, his small frame seemed like it would disappear underneath you. The thought of your thick thighs rubbing against him made you queasy. Yet, there was something so sexy about him wanting you that carried you forward. It was an interesting situation.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

Taeyong lifted his arms behind his head. “Ride me.”

You gripped his thighs and climbed on top of him. You were hyper aware of your body touching his. You lifted your ass up and tried to situate yourself. As you did, Taeyong’s hands were all over you. He poked and prodded you, smoothing his fingers over your skin and exploring everything there was to see and not see. At first, you froze in place. You had never had anyone feel your body like that, like a painter painting a canvas. You could feel his brush strokes as you closed your eyes, his fingers moving over your nipples, and the way he touched you when he went between your legs.

Lowering yourself down onto his cock, you had to slowly let him in. Every inch was felt, moving inside of you so intensely that every time you moved back up just a little, you wanted to lurch forward in pleasure. Taeyong held your waist and kept his hands there as you rocked over him slowly.

“I forgot how good this felt.” you said.

You hadn’t ridden someone since university. It was the second time ever, and the first time with someone you could actually see yourself liking. You tried pushing the L-word thoughts out of your head. You and Taeyong were only having sex, not dating.

“Faster.” Taeyong said, the words coming out of his mouth surprising him.

You rode him faster, trying not to think too hard about the way your body bounced, or how it looked. He touched you as you fucked him, his hands getting increasingly more desperate. The way he looked up at you made you feel bold. You pressed down on his chest and started fucking yourself on his cock with a new pace, your body slamming down on him hard. The sounds of your bodies slapping together was loud, and at one point, you slowed down because you were scared you were hurting him.

“No,” he moaned. “Keep going.”

You fucked him until you came, throwing your head back and riding the wave. Taeyong watched you with awe, even when you didn’t stop moving. You wanted him to come, wanted to finish him off the way he deserved.

“Give it to me,” you said, fucking him. “I want it, Taeyong. Come for me.”

You pushed your breasts against his chest and kissed him. The moan that broke free from his lips was loud and whiny. You kissed his neck and kept taking his cock until he came, his body stiffening before relaxing. You let him stay inside of you long after he had come, his fingertips drawing love hearts on your skin.

“I was thinking,” Taeyong said. “Tomorrow we should get that drink.”

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weirdestsweetheart · 4 years ago

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(It's for you all to imagine how Iwaizumi looks after time skip in this story ^^)

16 November

4:47 pm

The shuffling of papers, clicking noise of mouse, rustling of folders on the table, whirring of printer somewhere far, the working of coffee machine had filled this place for years. Amidst it, a clink sound rolled in to Iwaizumi's ears and he caught a glimpse of the cup that was placed on his table before looking back at his workstation.

"Aren't you going to take a break?" The man dragged one chair from the other table and sat next to Iwaizumi, "You are over doing it again."

"This is last anyways." Iwaizumi squinted his eyes, focused on the screen. "Sarukui did you finish editing those pictures of the Fukurōdani Model Agency's?" He asked to the man, eyes still focused intensely on the screen.

"Yeah, just finished it in the morning." Sarukui yawned, "Had to stay awake all night to do it."

"Good." Iwaizumi said, "And printed?"

"Not yet, though I have send them the final product." Sarukui's eyes started getting watery, lack of sleep was now coming to him.

"You sound more tired than me." Iwaizumi chuckled, "Why don't you go home early today?"

A relaxed smile crossed Sarukui's face, "I'd appreciate that, thanks."

"It's not a-"

"OH GOSH IWAIZUMI I HAVE A REALLY GREAT NEWS FOR US!" A very loud shouted approached them, the voice of that person was known to Iwaizumi, ofcourse he would know, he heard them everyday but the this big excitement was new. This finally made Iwaizumi to look away from his work station.

"What is it Komori?"

"WE JUST GOT THIRTY NEW REGISTRATIONS!" He said with clear exhilaration, his hand repeatedly flipping the papers in his hands as he couldn't contain the excitement.

"Man, and here I thought someone big happened."

"Oh shut up Ennoishita." Komori smile didn't waver at all and looked at the man who was on the table beside Iwaizumi's doing his own work in his workstation. "You don't know anything."

"Yeah yeah." Ennoishita kept doing his work.

"Isn't that great Iwaizumi-san?" Komori asked, Iwaizumi himself thought it wasn't that great of a news since they were getting more registration lately but thirty registerations together was for the first time. Instead of saying his first thoughts he just smiled and said yes.

"See even Iwaizumi-san agrees." Komori had a smug smile and looked over at Ennoishita who rolled his eyes completely having that idea in which perspective Iwaizumi said yes.

Iwaizumi shook his head and resumed his work on editing the final piece for his portfolio. He did have this in the back of his mind to start his portfolio which was six years ago, he even had his few photos ready to put in it but after what happened at that time, he just gave up since the photos he had were of someone he didn't even want to see the face of. But he decided to make one after being able to again find his interest in photographing, capturing someone particular's life that meant the world to him.

He saved his last edit and cracked all the stress from his fingers and smiled at the picture.

'You are so beautiful.' He mouthed and put his computer in stand by mode. He took the coffee which had turned cold and drank it in one sip.

"Woah, woah, slow down." Sarukui said, he was now standing and ready to go home to get some rest. "That's not a shot."

"I am not a big fan of cold coffee." Iwaizumi put of the mug on his table and stretched his body hearing more cracking of his bones. He felt a lot relaxed and sleepy after stretching. "Never liked drinking one."

He also didn't like it.

He shook his head and took his phone and made his way to the hall to check upon the others while dialing a call to his home.

"Hello?"

"How's Tori doing?" He asked as he walked upstairs, he couldn't spend a lot time at home these days due to his thought of starting his portfolio. "I hope she is not troubling you a lot."

"Nope, I am having a lot of fun today. Right now she is sleeping."

Iwaizumi smiled to himself, he stood outside the hall and had his hand placed on the knob. He really wanted to go home but he knew he had to do his job also.

"When she wakes up tell her to be ready for dinner, tell her we are going out for it."

"Oh she will be so excited, afterall you finally got some time to be with her after so many days."

"Yup." He said popping the "p" for emphasis, "Alright, call me if there is any emergency all right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Bye."

Iwaizumi twisted the knob while keeping his phone in his pocket and entered the room. The hall's roof was pretty low, the cabinet's were filled with photography equipment which were used mostly by the people who were learning photography but didn't have cameras. The floor shined under the light that fall upon it from the ceiling, Iwaizumi had once slipped on the very same tiles.

"How's everything going?" Everyone's attention fell upon him as he walked and looked at them making everyone's face to light up.

"Good afternoon Iwaizumi-san." They all said in unison, voice expressed how they like the spiky haired's presence. Iwaizumi smiled and walked to one person who was demonstrating a new person - a boy - about the fundamentals of working with a camera.

"Akaashi." Iwaizumi called out and the raven haired boy looked up who patted the boy's shoulder and walked to Iwaizumi.

"Yes Iwaizumi-san?"

"About the Inarizaki Model Agency, that new person had gone for the photoshoot, what his name was?" Iwaizumi tried recalling that person's name, hand placed on chins thinking hard, he snapped his fingers, finally remembering the name, "Suna! That guy, I saw his work and they were pretty good and I heard he got his degree from California."

Akaashi nodded, "He's a very talented guy, Iwaizumi-san. No wonder Inarizaki hired him as their photographer for the shoot."

"I was stunned too, Inarizaki Model Agency is pretty fastidious in terms of hiring a photographer." Iwaizumi stated, "So, about the photoshoot, it was about to end today, right?"

"Actually they extended their photoshoot due to which they did inform us and I am sure you might have got the email but if not then I got one and was just about to come to you and tell that." Akaashi replied, "They said they will pay for the over time, as their agent told on the call."

Iwaizumi nodded slowly. This means he won't have extra work of editing the pictures, he can finally go home now and have some time with his family. "Is that so, alright then."

"And yes." Akaashi's spoke up, remembering something, "There was this person, his name is Hanamaki Takahiro, he is a travelling photographer and he is pretty famous in social medias."

Iwaizumi nodded telling him to continue.

"Today I got his email and it said that he wanted to join our agency telling that he want to learn about fashion and potrait photography, he will be here tomorrow." Akaashi told him making Iwaizumi mind to fill with many questions.

"Why does he want to change his style all of a sudden?" He asked.

"Dunno, I think it's related to some model that is coming in Japan next month."

"Who?" Iwaizumi asked.

"I really have no idea what is the name of the model but just heard that he is pretty famous one, he is Japanese though."

Iwaizumi frowned, how come he didn't know about this famous Japanese model but then it struck to him. After how much had happened in his life in these past years he got so preoccupied with his work just to forget this one person resulting him to live a life that wasn't connected with the world where he also belong.

He sighed, thinking it was now time to start connecting with the world, maybe start by downloading some social media apps.

"If that person comes tomorrow, tell him to meet me in the office." Iwaizumi moved his body towards door, "I will be there whole day tomorrow."

Akaashi nodded and Iwaizumi walked out of the room. Today it was a lot colder than other days that Iwaizumi had to wear an extra jacket before going to his car. When he stepped out he realised how much colder it was outside. He catiously walked to his car, trying not to fall on the frozen ice. When he got on in his car he removed extra clothes and put his head on the headrest and closed his eyes.

Iwa-Ch-

He opened his eyes before he could hear the whole word in his mind. It's been six years and it still feels like it was yesterday when he disappeared, but Iwaizumi also didn't try to find him knowing that it won't change a thing.

He started the car and drove off to his home.

6:34pm

Iwaizumi parked his car and took his clothes and stepped out of his car, carrying the keys and his clothes he trudged to the main door and opened it and removed his shoes after closing it.

"I am home." He said as he placed his shoes in the rack.

"Papa!"

Iwaizumi's all exhaustion vanished as he heard the small footsteps of his little girl.

"Come here." He opened his arms and caught her in a hug as she jumped on him with a chortle that turned into a giggle when Iwaizumi started tickling her. "How was my princess' day at kindergarten?"

"It was amazing!" She pulled away from the hug and smiled brightly at him, "We did dancing!"

"Really?" Iwaizumi picked her in his arms and walked in the home, "What did you do?"

Iwaizumi could see how excited she was to tell everything to him which made his heart swell with happiness, he saw Emiko standing against the door frame of the kitchen. Iwaizumi waved at him and bowed his head to show his gratitude.

"Save that for later Hajime." She took his coat and wore it, "Treat me with something later." Emiko waved at Tori before walking out of the house.

Iwaizumi sat on the couch and Tori climbed out from his arm, jumping with excitement to show what she learned today.

"See, see, see, see." She jumped.

"Yeah, yeah, show me." He laughed seeing her enthusiasm. Tori got in the position and started doing some steps, Iwaizumi tilted his head trying to understand what she was trying to do? It was until the next move that made him realise what she was doing when she did a pirouette or tried doing one.

"How was it!" She stopped and looked at him with big eyes sparking with anticipation.

"You did great." Iwaizumi said, "What is the dance, ballet?"

Tori shook her head, "That lady said something else also."

"So it's not ballet?" He asked, Tori walked to him and sat on his lap and again shook her head.

"She said the word ballet but she said a big word before that." Tori said and Iwaizumi wondered what would it be. He is fully sure that she tried doing pirouette, but isn't that in ballet?

"It started 'C'." Tori added which made Iwaizumi to hold his breath.

"Was it..." He started, "... contemporary?"

Tori started nodding furiously, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! That word, contenpory." Tori tried the word, "Contempory." She again felt like it was wrong.

"Papa! What was the word!" Tori asked making Iwaizumi to come back to present.

"Yeah!" He looked at her daughter who had a small pout on her lips, brows furrowed as she stared at him.

"What were you thinking?" She asked not breaking the eye contact. Iwaizumi blinked and looked away, he took a deep breath and put up on a facade. He looked at her and smiled.

"Just thinking what we will have for dinner."

Tori jumped and hugged her dad and ran.

"Where are you going?" Iwaizumi asked, concerned that she would trip and hurt herself.

"I am going to change Papa!" She shouted, "I have to appear all lady like when I pull the chair for you!"

Iwaizumi blinked and was shocked, from where did she learn all that, he asked himself. He looks at the direction and tells himself that he doesn't want her to grow up that quickly.

8:17pm

"I would like a table for two." Iwaizumi said and the lady on the reception looked at him and he knows what she was thinking.

"Papa! Pick me up!"

The receptionist looked down and she fought back the urge to coo at the sight.

Tori was wearing the frock Iwaizumi and she bought when they went for their little shopping. Iwaizumi had his suit on, he has always liked this type of dinner with her daughter where he teaches her how man should treat her, already keeping the bar too high for anyone to break, he doesn't want his princess to leave him with some guy.

The receptionist had a big smile before she showed them their seat.

"Papa, put me down." Iwaizumi did so and Tori ran to the seat the lady showed and pulled the chair, "Today you sit first."

Iwaizumi smiled widely before sitting on the seat and watched Tori as she walked to her chair and tried her best to sit. Iwaizumi got up and Tori stopped her.

"I am a big girl Papa, I can do this." She said and jumped on her seat and wiggled to sit comfortably and flashed a grin to his dad who laughed at her cuteness.

"Oh god," He breathes, "I love you so much."

Tori blowed kisses with her both her hands, "I love you too Papa!"

Iwaizumi took a deep breathe, no matter how tired he is, or how frustratingly life becomes, his princess is always there for him to light up his world.

"Let's order then." Iwaizumi said.

"I'll order!" The waiter hands Tori the menu and smiles. "Usual?" She looks up at her dad and tilts her head, Iwaizumi nods.

"We'll have one oyakodon, two miso soup, one udon and one soba noodles and, and two ice creams!"

Iwaizumi chest swells with pride and the waiter notes everything with a smile, "We'll get your order."

"No hurry." Tori says and the waiter and Iwaizumi both broke into a fit of laughter which they had to control because the other people were giving them looks.

Iwaizumi bowed to apologise and looked back at Tori and smiled widely.

"Aren't you a lot lady like today?"

"I was always lady like Papa." She says and Iwaizumi chuckles.

"About the dance, Papa. I want to learn that." Tori started doing those poses and Iwaizumi almost let his smile fell but he regained his tranquility.

"Contemporary dance?"

Tori nods.

"Sure." He drinks the water to soothe his dry throat, "I'll get you registered in a nice dancing school, hmm?"

"Thank you Papa!" Tori smiles widely and Iwaizumi melts.

"Anything for you my princess."

Iwaizumi feels happy to see his daughter smiling but something in his heart makes him feel wretched. He knows where this is coming from, he really wishes something could stop this. He wants to forget everything about him but everything reminds him of that person who he detest the most and sadly loves the most.

No.

He loves his daughter the most. Yes, he can't possibly love that bastard, can he?

He tries to efface all those thoughts and concentrates only on his dinner with her daughter.

She is her world now, only she.

But every night Iwaizumi finds himself thinking about that man before closing his eyes to sleep, and sees him in his dreams whenever he closes his eyes.

The world just seems to remind him of that person.

#iwaizumi #angst #iwaoi #angst with a happy ending #haikyuu angst #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuufanfiction #iwaoi fanfiction #iwaizumi x oikawa #model au

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onebangtanstan · 4 years ago

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Power Style - Chapter Eleven : The revenge

A/N : Ok this is shorter than the previous chapters but DYNAMITE CAME OUT so that's what I've been doing. GO STREAM! 💜

He notices me staring him down. He scoffs before coming my way. We lock eyes and start an unspoken staring contest, just like the other day. As he's getting closer to me, I feel the muscles in my body tense up. His presence is enough to piss me off.

"You're late Namjoon." He's now standing right in front of me, forcing me to look up.

"It's M.Kim to you." His eyes are shooting bullets at mine, and so are mine, but neither of us looks away. We're both way too proud to do so.

"I don't have time for this." I turn away from him, starting to feel dizzy from keeping my head up to look at him. "Go get your make up and fitting done, we're all waiting for you Namjoon." I refuse to give into his twisted game, we're here to get a job done, whether we like it or not.

He executes himself, but I sense he's not happy with that. We can all see that he's stalling, and trying to annoy us. Thank God my team knows what they're doing and isn't giving into him either.

We can finally start the shoot an hour and a half after the original time. He stands in front of the camera, and I don't recognize the man posing right now. He turns into this extremely professional guy. The harsh lines he usually wears on his face have completely disappeared, making him look even better than usually.

Even though he annoys the shit out of me, I have to admit that he is a beautiful man. He's the stereotype of the ideal guy : tall, well-built, perfect amount of muscle, a jawline that could cut you. Even when he's the biggest asshole, his clenched jaw and frown make him look good.

To my surprise, we actually finish the shoot quite quickly. The team packs up and starts heading back to the office. I'm about to do the same when I'm turned around by a firm hand on my arm. I am facing Namjoon once again. I mean, I am being towered by him once again.

"Listen to me" He spits, talking only a few centimeters from my mouth. "It's the last time you talk to me like that, do you understand me?"

I set myself free from his grip by throwing my arm down. "No, you listen to me." I feel the fury raising in my body. "We have to work together, and I couldn't care less if you don't like me. The thing is, I am in charge of this campaign so you're on my turf now. You listen to me and do what I say. Am I making myself clear enough for your tiny brain?"

It looks like he wasn't expecting this reaction from me. He's about to answer but I immediately turn around and start storming out of the room.

I walk back to the office, feeling the need to clear my mind. I can't have him disturbing my schedule, and I most definitely can't go into the meeting with the mindset he put me in.

By the time I get back to work, the whole team is already sitting in the conference room, working on the editing. We do that all afternoon and plan the group shooting for the next day. We're going to have to take unit pictures, group pictures and shoot the commercial. We will be there all day, so I let everyone go early to get enough rest for tomorrow.

I decide to chill at home for the evening. I still have a bit of a bad mood because of today, so I put on yet another cheesy rom-com.

Just as I sit down with a bowl of popcorn, I receive a text from Jin. For once, I don't have that tightening in my stomach. I open it :

J : Hey, how are you doing? We haven't talked lately..

G : Hi! I'm good, how about you? I know, I'm sorry, I had a lot going on..

J : No worries, I've just been thinking a lot about you..

We end up texting the whole evening, catching each other up on our lives, and it feels really good. We eventually start talking about deeper stuff. Jin tells me that he really likes me and can't stop thinking about me, making me blush. Thank God he can't see me right now. I start typing and send a text without thinking too much about it. I have to give him something.

"Jin I need to tell you something. One of the reasons I have been distant with you is because I have issues with relationships. I'll explain it to you eventually but not by text. I hope you understand that it has nothing to do with you, and that I appreciate the time we spend together."

A few minutes -that feel like an hour- pass before he answers, making my heart pound.

"That's okay Gina, I understand. I'll go at your pace." I smile at his text.

We say our goodnights and I end up falling asleep with a warm feeling inside of me.

I wake up in a good mood, but the group shot pops into my mind, bringing my mindset down just a bit. I feel very pressured and anxious about it. Everything has to go perfectly, because we won’t have time to redo it.

I do the usual, get ready and head to the set. I stop on my way to get a cup of coffee and also get a big bag of french pastries for everyone. We'll be needing a bit of sugar before the day starts.

The boys haven't arrived yet, but we are already going through the schedule for the day. I talk with each person to make sure they know what they're supposed to do. Of course they do, I'm just doing that to calm my nerves.

Tae and Kook are the first to arrive. They're very clingy towards each other which makes me smile at them.

"Hey guys" I say as I hug each of them. "How are you guys doing?"

"We're very good." Tae tells me, making Jungkook blush. My heart could burst, they're so cute. I haven't gotten to a point where I can talk to them about whatever is going on between them, but I feel like that will be coming up sooner than later.

"Perfect. I need you all in a good mindset today."

"Well, we'll see about that." Jungkook starts, making me raise an eyebrow. "Yoongi is riding with Hobi and Jin, he spent the night there. And to be honest, we never know what to expect from those sleepovers, especially about where their minds are set."

Tae elbows Jungkook in the arm, making him realize he spilled something he shouldn't have. He opens his eyes wide.

"Shit" He says, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"It's ok, I had figured something was going on there. I won't pry, don't worry." I wink at them.

I notice relief on their faces. I offer them to get something to eat before getting their makeup done, making Jungkook run towards the bags of pastries.

While they're picking out what to eat, I hear the door open. Jimin enters the room and boy, does he make head turns. He has that je ne sais quoi about him that makes his presence noticed. He barely looks at anyone, heading straight for Tae and Kook. I see him take a pastry, only eating a few bites, and leaving towards the toilet straight after. "JIMIN" Tae starts running after him.

I quickly look away, feeling that I shouldn’t be witnessing whatever is going on, and notice the door open. Yoongi, Jin and Hobi enter. Jin is first, and comes straight to me, giving me a warm hug. It feels good to be circled by his big arms. He breaks the hug with a peck on my forehead. There must be an army of butterflies in my stomach at this point.

Hobi comes in for a hug next, being his usual charming self, but something is off. The spark in his eye is not there. It almost looks as if he's cried? I hold on tight to him, sending some love through my arms. I feel him sigh.

"Fancy a drink tonight?" I ask him. He needs someone, I can feel it.

"I would love that." He speaks in a low, appreciative voice. I can see his eyes twitch for a second.

"Your coat is amazing!" I quickly change the subject, sensing he's about to breakdown. He smiles back at me and goes to say hi to the boys.

Yoongi, who was already with them, came towards me as Hobi arrived. Shit, there's going to be tension today.

"Hi Gina" Yoongi is near me now, and he looks.. Well, he looks like himself. Nothing is being let through by his face, nor his eyes.

"Hey! How are you?" I ask, trying to hide the fact that I know something is wrong.

"Okay, I guess.."

We both turn our heads as we hear Jimin's voice coming from the other side of the room.

"V, I said let it go!"

Tae walks behind him, arms hanging on each side of his body, a powerless look on his face. All the boys turn around to him with an empathetic smile, almost as if they were telling him « it’s okay, you did your best ». They seem know the struggle he’s just gone through. The whole crew is looking at them too, which is exactly what Jimin wanted. He knew that by coming in here, the conversation would stop.

"The only one that could talk to him right now is Joon" Yoongi tells me. I scoff, having trouble seeing Namjoon comforting someone. Yoongi turns to me "He's actually lovely to the people he cares about. He helped me through a lot."

"Yeah, well he made it clear that he doesn't care about me or even about making my life easier."

Yoongi is about to answer, but a loud bang resonates. It's the front door.

Namjoon appears with his leg still in the air. Everyone has stopped what they were doing to stare him down for kicking the door open.

But I couldn't care less about that. I've noticed something else. Something that could fuck up the entire shoot.

Seeing it sends me in a state of rage so intense that I clench my fists, feeling my nails press into my palms. He stands tall in the doorway, his hands in his pockets. He's proud of himself, and he's now looking at me with a defying smile.

HE IS FUCKING SMILING AT ME. I am dumbfounded by the nerve this man has.

It might not seem like a big deal for everyone else, but I know that he did this on purpose to delay the shoot as payback for what I said yesterday.

He dyed his hair white.

A/N : White-hair Namjoon is back. Hands down his best era, no argument on that (second best, now that we have Blue Namjoon)

I mean LOOK AT HIM.

#bts #btsfanfic #fanfic #jin x oc #jin #rm #rm x oc #seoul #kpop #fila #bangtan #hobi

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hollandroos · 6 years ago

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Run To Me; Part Ten

Summary: Dad!Mob!Tom. Sequel to BAK but you don’t have to read that one first.

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Warnings: Violence!! This also isn't’ very edited because I’m really sick and just wanted to get this up & go back to sleep lmao

Tom looks over, the blanket- more specifically the white duvet hung around your waist while the rest of you were bare. All except the band that sat on your finger and bralette covering your chest, the sunlight that crept in from where the blinds were left a crack open hitting the diamond directly. It shone brighter than any star, making his heart pick up faster then he swore it did when you were sat on his lap in that office chair.

“What are you looking at?” You ask, though Tom had seen that you were the one staring down at him lovingly first. He wasn’t about to argue.

He hums gently, looking over at you. Your head was tilted on a weird angle, sheer chiffon bralette comfortable for any size- the rosewood side ties for closure hanging below your breasts and he reaches up, toying with one of the straps. A gentle hand runs through his curls, fingernails carefully scratching his head and he sighs with content, something rare for the mobster.

“You, I’m looking at you.” His voice was still thick with sleep, eyes still fluttering open and shut every few moments and you’d admit that it was adorable. But in an instant, Tom would disagree.

Your cheeks heat up and it wasn’t because the bed was growing increasingly warm thanks to possibly Toms’ body heat, nor the fact that you’d been sitting up in the same position for at least ten minutes.

You smile, bare feet stretching out across the covered mattress and eventually over his thighs beneath the sheets. “You were stirring a lot in your sleep.”

“Was I?” He rearranges himself until his left ear was against the pillow, face towards you.

You nod, fingers running from his scalp to his jaw. “What were you dreaming about?”

The mobster, the king of lying and all that follows hesitated for a single moment. “I can’t remember.”

“Tommy��” You inch closer, one arm going around his bare bicep. Tessa stirs at the end of the bed, somehow managing not to be caught by Tom- either that or he let it pass. “C’mon tell me.”

Tom sighs, knowing you weren’t going to give up until you got it out of him and looks across the pillow, hues of white in the corner of his vision, blurred by you and he most definitely wasn’t complaining. “We had a family, you and me. And we were really happy together.”

The dream replayed in his mind and Tom presses to remember what he got to see, from the little boy with Y/H/C hair and his smile, lips stretching up as a giggle passed his lips- a reasonably tooth laugh at that. The boy's teeth were just beginning to peek through, gums still on show, however.

You let out a hum and blink when your eyelids grow heavy again. “We are happy together.”

“Not like this- it was more. We had a little boy, and a house- not as big as this but it was nice. And it was Christmas time too.” Tom brings your hand up to his lips and plants a gentle kiss on your ring finger, the diamond cool against his lips.

“You’re starting to sound soft.” A small laugh falls from your lips and Tom shakes his head, curls becoming static against the pillow. “I like it, ‘is normal.”

“Our life will never be normal,” Tom tells you truthfully, a hint of regret in his words.

You shake your head against the pillow as best you can, fully believing that his statement was a just untruthful, “It can be.”

“Do you want that?”

He wouldn’t admit it but he felt nervous as he waited for your answer, because Tom didn’t want to be the one to hold you back from a normal, safe lifestyle. With him you could be provided with money, possible but not promised security and a life of luxury- gifts pooling around your feet. Tom didn’t know that the only thing you needed was love and a little affection every now and then.

“Not really, I like this. It’s not perfect, but it’s us, you know?” You smile lopsidedly as the sun begins to stream in more vibrantly then before, pulling Tessa from her sleep.

You squeal as he pushes the sheets back before rolling over on top of you exposing the comfortable night bra as the sheets collect around your hips. He holds himself up using his hands, face was torn between serious and humoured as he sees you below him, messy hair sprawled over your eyes and cheeks.

One of his hands moves to trace the diamond cool against the bed sheets.

“This is our perfect and as long as you’re here with me then I’m okay,” Tom admits, voice just above a whisper so only you could hear it. They were words for you only. “You’re not getting cliche Tom again until our wedding day so take it all in while you can.”

“Believe me, I’m appreciating every second of it.”

Tom leans down but doesn’t have to move too much before his lips are on yours in a reasonably gentle, slow- yet loving kiss. They’re slightly chapped, the gentle stubble that was growing above his lips scratching your upper lip but you didn’t mind at all, sinking into the kiss. One of your hands reach up and wrap around his wrist where his hand was planted face down on the bed as his support, one leg creeping up until it crept around his waist.

They say that when you were angry, you saw red, when you were calm it was a pale blue. With Tom when you were happy and jumping around on cloud nine, you saw bright, contented yellow. He made you sunny, vibrant even, and left you with a fuzzy feeling in your chest that could only be described as the colour yellow.

The room was dimly lit by an overhanging light that barely worked, fuzzing in and out every few moments but Tom could still make out the man on the chair as clear as day and the bruises that speckled his face, near close to entering the final stages of healing and shook his head, agreeing with his brothers when they said that the damage he’d done last time wasn’t anywhere near what the man deserved.

He was surprised he didn’t slip on the floors, concrete that lined his warehouse basement wet with water that had slipped through the cracks during the storm. The mobster cracked his knuckles, something he’d made a habit of doing lately as a pure threat.

“Now, Aiden.” He taunted, not even finding the strength to grin wickedly at the man handcuffed to the old, rusty table. “Do I need to tell you what you’ve done or do you know?”

“What part?” Aiden sat on the edge of his seat, cuffs digging into his wrists and Tom would admit that he made sure Harry left them tighter than he usually wood. A thin layer of blood begun to settle around the outside of the cuffs, red hot.

The dealer was reasonably aware of his fate and he wasn’t planning to go out crying, or begging the man for his life.

Tom plants his hands on the side of the wooden seat, the thing creaking as he places most of his weight on it. “Planting drugs in Rosies’ fucking backpack.”

He was dangerously close to the man, eyes blown with anger as his hands grip the seat, knuckles turning a shade of white as he abuses the wood when in reality- he was dying to wrap his hands around the neck of the man in front of him. But good things take time.

“Was a pretty good hiding place, wasn't it?” the man grins. “I loved that kid and she definitely came in handy- I’d love to go back and pick up the rest of what I left there.”

“You’ll never, ever, go near my daughter again, or Y/N for that matter.”

“So you’re the reason she’s so fucked up?” Aiden laughed, despite the pain erupting from his wrist. “So that friend that died- it’s all connected to you? Should’ve seen it to be honest. What was his name again? Harrison?”

Tom swung his fist back, bringing it back around until it hit the expecting mans jaw with an explosive crack. It sent waves of satisfaction through him but just as quickly as it came, it was gone again and Tom wanted- no, needed more.

“You don't even deserve to say his name!” Tom boomed, ignoring the pain that erupted from his fists. “You’re thinking too highly of yourself here, remember where you sit.”

“I’ve been a better father then you’ll ever be.” Aiden spat, attempting to lunge forward in his seat only to be held back by the handcuffs. “You’re insane.”

“She almost got separated from her own mother and nearly died because of you!” Tom yells, words hitting each of the four walls. “If you really cared about Rosie- my daughter, then you would’ve looked after her instead of risking her life like that. What if she found the shit you left in her bag and thought it was something else?

“At least I was there. She knows me, does she know you? Or at least that you’re her father?” Tom stayed silent, stalking circles around the guy. “Her fourth birthday; we went to the movies and I paid for her ticket. Three weeks ago we went out for dinner and she told me all about her day and daycare and eventually asked me to go in for careers day-“

Tom clenches his fists as Harry watches from the corner with a raised brow as the scene unfolded before him.

“Shut the fuck up.” The mobster threatened, power slipping through his teeth.

Aiden tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the already reasonably grotesque floor. “Y/N’s birthday, Rosie and I went shopping for her and I helped her pick out a gift because Rosie asked me too. I may not have liked Y/N that much but that little girl was a blessing.”

“I swear to-“

Another mistake. Aiden cut Tom off. “You’re going to kill me so just do it already, but when Rosie asks where I am you’ll be the one to answer.”

Tom laughed, not believing the words that escaped the man's lips. “That girl doesn’t like you anymore then y/n.”

The music that slipped through the door made everything more intense, adding to the violent scene as the walls vibrated softly. Toms black shirt was stained with gentle splotches of crimson red as he wiped the blood off of his hand, the violent act making a shiver run down his spine- and it wasn’t a good one either.

“I was the one that put her to sleep some nights and made her breakfast when her own mother couldn’t even get out of bed.” Aiden falls back in the seat, back hitting the concrete wall and Tom took one last mental photo of the guy with his hair thrown around messily, matted together thick with blood and jaw bruised and bloody. That didn’t even begin to describe his injuries, however. Because that was all that Tom had caused.

The cuts that littered his bare chest were swollen, blood pooling around the guy's lap and Tom had to hand it to his brother. Still, Tom wanted to do worse- god, he wanted to put the guy through masses of pain before he even thought about ending it but he couldn’t. Series of guilt hit like waves and not because of what they’d done to the dealer- but instead how it would impact his daughter's life.

He had to think- what girl would want that kind of man for a father?

Tom spins around on his heels, sticking a bruised fist into the pocket of his sweatpants. “Harry, see to it. Call me when you find out who was behind the wheel.”

Harry kicks himself off of the wall, cocky smirk taking over as Aiden's eyes harden, back straightening as he tries to exert confidence but the mobsters could see right through him. He was petrified and so he should be.

“It’s not just me you know!” Aiden yells as Tom begins to walk towards the door, his back facing the dealer. “There’s more and he’s watching you- more so them, that little family of yours.”

Tom stops, hand gripping the door handle tightly, cool metal stinging his hands that were stained with the guy's blood. “Who are you talking about?”

Aiden felt satisfied knowing that he’d caught Toms attention and wanted to continue taunting, using very little information and dropping vague hints that he knew would pester the guy for days- weeks until something else happened. Then it’d eat him alive.

“He’s proud, but sees you changing for them and wants to help.”

Tom turned back to the door, tearing it open to be met with the sound of music blaring, pestering laughs and doesn’t even turn back to look at his brother as he mutters the words.

“Harry- do it.”

Your phone sat quietly on your lap and you’d admit that you’d pressed the on button more times then you can count- despite knowing that if someone rang the screen would flash a picture of Rosie.

To say that you were feeling tense and anxious was an understatement, still finding yourself paranoid that maybe Tom hadn’t done what he could’ve and police officers were waiting on your front porch- choosing to use that to express how upset he still was after everything that had happened. Or that you’d asked for too much and he simply couldn’t comply.

He had been genuinely nice, staying until the very last second last night, talking to Rosie about daycare and her favourite tv shows and he didn’t get annoyed when Rosie rambled on about why Mulan was better then Cinderella, despite the fact that halfway through her debate she began to make absolutely no sense. He even let Rosie colour in one of his tattoos- the same tattoos that you were only seeing for the first time but already spotted a favourite, tracing the gentle lines with your eyes while Rosie stuck her tongue between her teeth and used a felt tip to doodle.

Now, however, children bounded around the waiting room, laughs and cries simultaneously causing your head to ache and you were almost thankful that your little one was sitting beside you quietly- for the most part. She was dressed in merely a simple grey sweater that was a size too big, causing it to fall around her thighs and covering her cast for the most part and a pair of black leggings with stars on them that clung to her legs. Her feet were protected by a pair of yellow booties, double knotted at the front.

The words on the paper seemed foreign to you, containing information about her diagnostics, the incident itself and the names of her doctors. You tried your best to make sense of the information the doctors had given you but it was still processing, even with your daughter littered in injuries which were mostly just cuts and bruises.

“Roo, you know you can’t play with that.” You scold your daughter as she fiddles with her cast, her light blue painted nails picking at the plaster. You’d painted them last night when she couldn’t sleep after she demanded that if she had a hot pink cast on, that she needed something to match.

“Bored.” She mutters, kicking her feet around as you sign the discharge forms.

There were plenty of children she could’ve played with, toys she could of figured out how to use scattered around the hospital floor but instead the little girl wanted to sit next to you and play with your phone- not on, with. She never did show much interest in toys that weren’t stuffed, only ever using them as a coping mechanism when it came to stressful situations- like right now.

You swore the stuffed animal hadn’t left her side or her hand more then once- and that was the time that it rolled off of the bed while you were asleep and she almost injured herself even more trying to jump off of the bed to grab it.

You see a pair of legs stop in front of you and look up to see Tom staring back down, wearing a simple pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. His hair was still wet and he smelt thickly of cologne and you smile, placing the pen back onto the paper- a clipboard holding it together.

“Hey, you made it?” You say, cringing lightly at your awkwardness. Tom would be lying if he said that he noticed.

“Couldn’t miss out on seeing this one get released.” He moves down, ruffling Rosies’ curls and she giggles happily, pain medications working. “Plus, you’ve gotta get home somehow, right?” Tom holds up the car keys and shakes them creating a gentle ringing sound and Rosie tugs on his pant legs.

She points to the cast, already riddled with small scribbles from hearts to flowers that your daughter had attempted to do while you napped this morning. The girl was independent for the most part, brain always turning with a hundred and one new ideas that she’d eventually act on while you were asleep or busy.

“I’ve just got to finish this then we can go.” You continue to work your way through the paperwork as Tom gets down on two knees to admire Rosies scribbles that she seemed fond of. “Thank you again, this means a lot.” You couldn’t even look him in the eyes as you spoke to him, instead of keeping your gaze focused on the paper.

You were grateful because Tom taking you home meant not relying on an uber or taxi. Two things that were hard to even think about but he didn’t know that. Even thinking about sitting in a car with a total stranger- You had the feeling that you’d look like a weirdo with your hand gripping the door handle the entire ride, back straight as you tensed with every bump and turn. So when Tom offered, you weren’t going to turn down the offer. Despite still worrying that this was all an act- because his forgiveness was almost too good to be true- or was that just your mind playing tricks?

He nods, taking out a black vivid and drawing a heart on Rosie’s cast beside the one that you’d drawn. “Of course. Besides- I doubt Rosie would’ve wanted to wait outside in the cold for a taxi.”

Tom picks her up, Rosie squealing lightly as he does so and she immediately wraps her non-broken arm around his shoulder. You stand up as Rosie wriggles around in his arms and Tom savours every second of it before he gets hit with guilt, Aiden's words replaying in his mind like a merry go round and suddenly he wants to hold her tighter, to prevent her from ever getting hurt again.

“There’s more and he’s watching you- more so them, that little family of yours.”

It could’ve easily been the words of a soon to be dead man trying to taunt his killer- a way of him leaving his mark but Tom was paranoid and had been ever since he slid into his car, hands gripping the wheel with a deathly grip as he almost sped to the hospital.

He tightens his grip around Rosie until she stops moving and just settles happily, pleased to be getting some attention and Tom slips his bottom lip between his teeth. “Look, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?” You ask, pen tapping against the clipboard. You wet your lips as children barge past, toy dinosaurs in hand.

Tom opens his mouth to tell you- most definitely not in the best setting nor best time but luckily for you, you’re interrupted by a nurse.

“Ms Holland?”

“Y/L/N.” You correct her for the third time since you’d arrived at the hospital and Tom has to grit his teeth as you say it like second nature, chest tightening.

“Right- sorry,” the nurse apologises, removing his hands from the front pocket of her scrubs. “Did you finish filling out the forms?”

“Yeah.” You hand them over to the waiting nurse and he sends you a smile, tucking it under his arm and the pen in his upper pocket.

“There was one more thing I had to talk about with you, and that’s these-” He moves to Rosie, sending Tom a smile before reaching over to Rosies non broken arm, sliding her sweater up that was previously covering her little hands and makes the little marks- more so on her upper arm clear. They were healing and while you were proud of Rosie for not hurting herself lately, you sent the nurse a glance as he looks back to you, waiting for him to talk. “Can you tell me who did this? A few of the other nurses are just wondering because Social se-”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business-” You snap, defensively standing next to Tom whos eyes harden. If you were any closer you could’ve taken his hand. Your heart was beating erratically and it was partially due to your proximity that was closer then it had been in years, and partially due to the nurses question that had struck a nerve.

“It sort of is when we see a patient with injuries like these that occurred prior to her incident.” He takes a step back as Tom eyes him, sending a threatening gaze that made him tense, previous demeanour forgotten. “We just need to make sure that she’s okay and not in any trouble at home.”

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish and you grip the ends of your shirt for support, Rosie's’ eyes falling from you to the nurse to Tom as the question rakes your brain and the little girl feels too drowsy to answer, so only rests her head on Toms' shoulder, curls tickling the side of his neck.

Tom sticks a hand into his back pocket, pulling out a card and handing it to the man who takes it hesitantly.

“I-” You start.

“If you have any issues then you can call me here- our girl is fine and if you or your co-workers don’t believe that then I know someone that can help.” He interrupts, feeling Rosie begin to drift off in his arms, gripping the teddy beneath his arms to keep it from falling to the floor as she sticks her thumb between her teeth.

The nurse's lips curl up in a smile and he suddenly looks uncomfortable, rocking back and forth on his heels as he sticks the card in his pocket. “Thank you Ms Y/L/N and…”

“Mr Holland.” He mutters.

He seemed like a nice guy but as tired and paranoid as you were and after the events that Tom had experienced that day, he was on his last nerve, brain ticking down like a bomb ready to explode- but not at either of you. His fist ached slightly as it held Rosie up, memories of earlier events haunting him.

The nurse sends you both a wave as he begins to walk away, form beneath his arm. “Mr Holland.” He corrects. “Have a nice day.”

The second he’s out of sight, you turn to Tom who still held a sleeping Rosie, her lips parted slightly and fingers hanging between her teeth. Her sleeve had been pulled back by Tom and you were thankful considering you were about to walk out into the cold and the last thing Rosie needed now was to get the flu again.

“What was on that card?” You say, hands resting on your hip.

“Just a few important details.” He shrugs.

You take his word, partially not wanting to know what was on it and ask; “So, what was it that you wanted to tell me?”

Tom shakes his head, suddenly not wanting to talk about it. But he knew he’d have to deal with it somehow and he wasn’t willing to leave everything to the last second this time.

“I forgot.”

Toms life was a neverending rollercoaster ride- with ups and downs that he never asked for. But this... the sleeping girl in his arms was an up and for a mere moment he was allowed to sit at the just relax, but just as soon as he was able to take a breathe he was flung back into chaos that he fought to control, his strong demeanour begging to collapse.

Something tugged at him, whether it be Aidens words or a hunch but things were about to get worse.

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