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hope-to-hell · 2 months ago

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I like you a latte. Agent Stone x Ivo Robotnik. Pre-canon, pre-relationship, yearning, idiots in love,the whole shebang. This is a story about how the Doctor and the Agent finally got their heads out of their respective asses and got together-- or something like that, told with a little help from our Agent friend.

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This is a story about a time long ago and far away. (No it’s not.) Okay. This is a story about a very recent time, right in this very spot. Is that better? (Mmm, I guess so. But don’t make it out to be one and done. It’s not one of those stories. It’s more like–)

This is the beginning.

This is a story about Robotnik-who-was-not-yet-Ivo, and his wide-eyed lackey. (Now wait just a minute.) Okay. Okay. For heaven’s sake. This is a story about Robotnik-who-was-not-yet-Ivo, and his devoted henchman Agent Stone, who has no first name because he lost it in the wash. (Smartass.) Oh, cry me a river. Who’s the one telling this story? Anyway, it doesn't matter because he is and was and always will be Stone, with or without the title. He chose the name himself so it’s his own damn fault if he’s only got the one. (Just get on with it.)

Okay, moving on. This is a story about a discovery that will change their world. It’s not a giant death machine or some unfathomable power source– they’ve got plenty of those. Probably got them from Villains-R-Us. Lord knows they go through enough of them with how often they get their asses handed to them by those furry little– you know what, we’re getting off track. This is a story about Doctor Ivo Robotnik and his long-suffering assistant, who’s clearly a masochist having the time of his life. Don’t tell me he doesn't love poking his finger into the bruises the Doctor leaves behind. ‘Course, now he’s not the only one who gets to enjoy it.

Got you there, eh? (hmph.)

The good Doctor’s a certified genius. Ph.D.s out the wazoo, technological wizard, all that jazz. He even has a sweet gig at MIT before making the jump to government work, which was probably a good thing in the long run, at least for his students. You know those professors who are only teaching because it’s part of the contract? The ones who have stupid weird office hours and reply to frantic emails with a bold and italicized “not my problem?” That’s Dr. Robotnik, but he turns it up to eleven like he’s sustained by students’ tears. He probably doesn’t even notice the guy sitting in the front row of lecture with his giant liquid-brown eyes: the guy whose TA doesn’t even bother reading his exams anymore because they always come back with perfect scores. It’s no secret who mister front row is. You know what this story is about. Yeah, Stone’s smart as fuck and he knows it– at least academically. That doesn’t always translate to real life, though, because after graduation he’s foolish enough to land a gig at G.U.N. and work his way up the ranks til he can cherry pick his own assignments. How’d he get from engineering to agent-ing? Don’t ask. It’s not important to the story, and probably required at least one federal crime.

I said Stone is foolish– because he immediately finagles a spot on Robotnik’s security team. Yes, that Robotnik, who is finally free of insufferable wailing students and their endless emails. Now he’s got a state-of-the-art lab where he only has to deal with the rabble when a new contract comes in. He’s just got to occasionally listen to boring generals and their boring ideas for nauseatingly pedestrian war machines, draw up the plans (or rather, make the latest terrified intern do it), take a long lunch and then get to work on his personal projects. Only now there’s a handful of Guys just standing around by the door in case he needs to go anywhere without being shot at, stabbed, or otherwise inconvenienced. That’s the tradeoff for being an internationally-recognized genius.

There’s this one guy who stays nameless and unnoticed for the longest time but creeps closer and closer until one day Robotnik turns to grab some pliers and finds somebody already holding them out for him. You. What’s your name? The guy stares at him with those giant liquid-brown eyes— sound familiar?-- and speaks in a voice that’s far too chipper for someone who’s been standing there motionless for approximately one gazillion hours.

Stone, sir.

Stone, then. Get me a coffee. And that’s how it starts.

One day the coffee tastes a little different. Not poison, though that’s been known to happen. No, it’s more– is that goat milk?

Yes, Doctor, imported from Austria. I thought you might like it.

And now Robotnik has a coffee guy. Not just a coffee guy, though– this guy– what’s your name again? No, wait, I don’t care. Get me another latte, we’ve got a long night ahead– This guy is devoted. Like a seriously, totally, “protecting the Doctor is my life’s work” kind of guy.

Yes, Doctor. We. That’s the first time Stone’s been included in Robotnik’s plans, however unconsciously. Glorious, glorious We: the king of pronouns. (Now you’re just making fun.) Yeah, yeah. Look, if I’m gonna tell this story it’s gonna be my way. Besides, we’re just about to the part where he gets you up against the wall for the first time. That’s a good one. Anyway, The Doctor’s making some adjustments to his control gloves, refining the gestural commands. He’s hunched over a magnifying lens, neat little mustache twitching as he frowns and scowls and thinks terrible violent thoughts at the microcircuits he’s working with. He’s about eight lattes deep and positively vibrating in his seat.

Fucking supplier cheated me with the cheap shit, thought I wouldn’t notice. I’ll nail him to the floor by his balls so I can kick him every time I walk by. Agent Stone. Another latte. I can feel my blood vessels constricting. You’ve got eleven minutes until I develop a headache.

Doctor. Maybe it’s time to take a break? You haven’t slept much, and it’s late–

That’s the wrong thing to say– or maybe it’s just right, depending on your point of view. Robotnik sets the glove down slowly, carefully, as gently as laying an infant in its bassinet. He turns and slides off his stool, unfolding to his full intimidating height. Pin yourself to the wall. The words are soft, like velvet over razorblades. It shouldn’t be as– enticing– as it is to be on the receiving end of a tone that most people only hear before running home in tears to mama. But Stone is built different. His compliance is immediate and total, moving so fast he knocks the wind out of his own self as he slams up against the wall. But if you could be a fly on the wall somehow, if you could see Stone’s face, you’d see that there’s no fear there whatsoever. But curiosity, interest, burgeoning arousal– he’s got those in spades. He even goes so far as to grab a fistful of his own shirt, wrinkling his tie, digging his own knuckles into his chest.

And what does Robotnik do? Honestly, he only half expected to get this far; faced with the same situation, the previous guy spluttered out something inane and went to write his resignation letter. So it’s a little surprising and a lot interesting for him to see Stone like this. He’s just the perfect height for Robotnik to glower menacingly down at him without straining his neck, too. Agent. I lead, you follow. I get shot at, you take the bullet. I say get me a latte, you get me a fucking latte. I love the way you make them. Oops, did his inside thoughts become outside thoughts there? It’s probably fine; in this state it’s doubtful Stone can hear anything that isn’t a direct order. Look at him: glassy-eyed, lips parted just a teensy-weensy bit, and you know what’s going to happen when Robotnik reaches up and yanks Stone’s head back by the hair? He fully intends to snarl something menacing, something that will play off the vulnerability of Stone’s exposed throat and distract him, but here’s the thing.

Stone moans. This was supposed to be an intimidation bit, one of those “put you in your place”type deals. It wasn’t supposed to be the traditional boss- and- lackey “do what I tell you/ yes, sir” thing ripped open to reveal a surprise “mean boss pounds desperate horny employee after hours” dynamic. (It’s not like that and you know it. Quit trying to cheapen it.) Okay, fine. It’s just getting a little warm in here, you know? Anyway, as I was saying, Stone moans. It’s quiet, but keep in mind he’s about half an inch from Robotnik’s ear. And Robotnik– suddenly faced with the knowledge that his security detail wants him carnally– freezes.

Now let's pause for a moment to appreciate this tableau: Stone, up against the wall, breathless, throat exposed, one hand fisted in his shirt. Robotnik, still gripping Stone by the hair, mouth agape, looking like he’s about to either tear Stone’s throat out or kiss him stupid. It’s a gorgeous sight, so take a moment to let it soak in. It’s not the last time this happens– we pretty clearly went over that at the beginning of our story– but it’s definitely one of the most memorable. As they say, you never forget your first. (I’m not quite sure that’s what they meant.) Ready to continue? Very good, off we go.

Neither one of them really knows what to do at this point, so they just stand there until finally Robotnik drops his hand and Stone coughs a little. I’ll just– I’ll just get that latte now. So they’re pretending it didn’t happen? That won’t last, but they’re going to make a go of it anyhow. Doctor Robotnik doesn’t really want to lose his best agent– especially one who knows exactly how he takes his coffee and seems to have some basic understanding of his work– and Stone is totally infatuated.

The next day, they carry on like usual: coffee, work, coffee, coffee, lunch, work, coffee, and so on. Robotnik chases off the rest of his Guys, which is a little weird, but he’s eccentric enough that his scale of weirdness is a little different from everyone else’s. Maybe he just wants to think without a bunch of goons hovering around. He keeps Stone around though, which Stone is pretty smug about. Must be nice to be the favorite, even after yesterday’s encounter. Now, we could go into excruciating detail about the long days that pass in between that “pin yourself to the wall” business and the next interesting thing that happens, but let’s skip it. Stone makes coffee and yearns for the Doctor’s touch (Hey! Rude), and Robotnik pretends he doesn’t want to push things a little farther next time. That’s basically it for a while.

But, like, Robotnik’s always on, mind always tick-tick-ticking, and when he’s faced with new data he pokes and prods at it until he can see every little detail. And right now he’s got this new thing with Stone taking up most of his processing power. Does he want me? Of course he does, but what for? Seems he’s doing his damnedest to not remember the one little fact he knows perfectly well. So, Robotnik being Robotnik, he’s going to start pushing. In the name of science, of course.

This is the part where it gets good again, so pay attention. Stone. Come here.

Yes, Doctor? Agent Stone scuttles over so quickly he nearly pulls a hamstring. He’s expecting a coffee order, or maybe he’ll be passing tools to the Doctor while he works. He takes up his position beside Robotnik’s chair, hands at his sides, utterly attentive, ready for anything.

Good boy. Stone chokes on his own spit. What’s the matter? Did you swallow a fly or something? Zip it, you’re distracting me. That’s how it goes on and off for far too long, Robotnik maintaining plausible deniability and Stone trying desperately to keep his shit together. He’s a professional, so he can do it, but he’s having a hell of a time. What do you bet he goes to his bunk at the end of the day and treats himself to a little fantasy? He’ll wad up his tie and stuff it in his mouth to keep quiet; who gives a fuck about the silk when he can think about his Doctor manhandling him, making him feel for once like he can give himself away, like he can be taken? Think about it. A handsome, whip-smart young Agent like that could have his pick of jobs or lovers. But he’s here. Lovesick fool. But, you know, this is only going to work if the wanting is reciprocated.

Anyway. One of the Doctor’s signature moves is a hit right to the stomach. It’s calculated, of course: hard enough to hurt like a bitch, but not hard enough to be lethal. He’s already tried stepping on Stone’s toes, pushing his chair back into the man’s shins, calling him all sorts of ridiculous names. None of it seems to be a deterrent at all. So the next time he stands up to find Stone waiting beside his chair with that adoring smile, he makes a fist and jabs it into the Agent’s belly.

This is a story about a story. It’s about two people standing in front of a window thinking it’s a mirror. This is a story about what happens after Stone straightens up and wheezes out I’m fine, and about how he takes his place beside the Doctor once more with his hands behind and posture open. This is a story about how Doctor Robotnik shifts in his seat and says what the hell is wrong with you?

This is, fortunately for everyone involved, also a story about how genuine Stone’s answer is: Not much. Mild lactose intolerance, maybe. Cheeky.

And your behavior?

Speaks for itself, I think. The thing is, he’s just so damned confident. My job is to be here for whatever you might need. But I came here because I wanted to. And since you haven’t yet thrown me out, I think maybe you want me to be here too.

This is a story about how, the next time he brings coffee, Stone brushes his fingers over Ivo’s for one brief moment. This is a story about how Ivo grabs Stone’s wrist, latte falling forgotten to the floor. He pulls Stone down so that they’re nearly nose to nose.

I am not a pleasant man. I’ve been told I’m abrasive. Selfish. Sadistic. I will behave terribly toward you. I will hurt you. I will– he grasps at straws, trying to shut the agent out, trying to patch the cracks that have been forming in himself.

Doctor. Ivo. I don’t. fucking. care. And as for the sadism– I’m really quite into it. Thought you would’ve noticed.

This is a story about two people who are not in love– not yet. But it is a story about how they begin to slot into one another’s lives. It’s a story about the Agent and the Doctor, and the pleasure they take in their rapport. It’s a story about how Ivo just happens to walk by when Stone’s prodding at the bruises from his latest sucker punch. And most of all, it’s a story about how Ivo finally dives into the unknown, after an eternity of dancing on the edge.

Looks good on you. Would you like some more?

This is a story about Stone’s beatific smile as he turns, posture falling open, hands relaxed. Yes, oh god. Please. Yes.

#stobotnik #ivo robotnik #dr robotnik #agent stone #agent stone x robotnik

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prettyboy-parker · 3 months ago

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tony gets out of rehab.

tws for addiction, substance abuse, vomiting, angst.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

It’s day 73 when the call comes.

Peter is technically on the clock, hunched over his notebook in one of the staff laboratories. He’s supposed to be working on the project proposal he was assigned over a month ago, but he shoved those papers somewhere in his office when he hit a mental roadblock. He’s thinking about the various applications he saved on LinkedIn, about how his time at Stark Industries is creeping closer and closer to being over, when his phone lights up and vibrates on the desk.

Tony, the screen reads.

Peter feels like he could throw up, cry, scream, and throw something all at the same time. But instead he very calmly picks up his phone and answers the call.

“Hello?”

“Oh, Pete,” Tony breathes, and hearing his deep voice for the first time in months makes Peter’s heart ache. But he reminds himself to stay neutral; he knows how Tony can sweet talk. “How are you? I told Pepper to wire you enough money to keep you okay for now, but I don’t know if she actually did. I heard about the whole penthouse thing, I get it’s a liability but god, I wish I could’ve done something to help-“

“Hey.” Peter interrupts, grabbing his keys and heading into the hallway to take the call. “I’m fine, Tony. When did your program end?” He knows when the program ended. He’s been counting the days on his calendar.

Tony is silent for a second.

“A couple weeks ago. My therapist told me it would be best to wait a bit until I called you. I’d rather not have her boss me around but I know she’s probably right.”

Tony laughs dryly, and they fall into an awkward silence.

“Look, Pete-“

“It’s going to take time, Tony,” Peter says softly. “You sound like—you sound good. But I don’t know if I’m ready yet.”

It hurts him to say. He loves Tony with his entire being, but he wants to cry and cuss him out and curse him for something that he was never totally in control of. It would be so easy to say nothing, pretend like nothing ever happened, to go back to how everything was. But Peter can’t do it. He can’t do it all again.

“Yeah, that—yeah. Okay.”

Peter stares at the white wall in front of him. There’s a vinyl graphic printed on it in black: Everyday is another step towards shaping the future. A mouthful of a slogan if you asked him.

“I’m going to go, Tony. I’ll call you later.”

“Sure, yeah. I lo—I’ll talk to you soon.”

Peter ends the call.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

“Make you a drink, Pete? It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.”

Peter looks up from his textbook at Tony, who’s standing behind his personal bar. It’s a bar so impressive he’s sure it rivals the most exclusive clubs in New York. Tony looks good—dress shirt sleeves rolled up, tie loosened around his neck from a long day of work.

“No thanks,” Peter says with a smile.

“More for me, then,” Tony replies.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Tony Stark went to rehab for the first time after he graduated from MIT.

His dad said he’d either get clean, or he’d be completely cut off from any future involvement in Stark Industries. If it wasn’t for the contract presented to him, Tony would’ve thought Howard was just bluffing.

He was sent upstate to some egregiously expensive rehabilitation center, away from the prying eyes of the press. He jerked around and didn’t take it seriously, but it was enough to convince his father that he wasn’t going to end up dead off a bender. He still drank a lot after that, but he saved the coke for special occasions.

And then—well, and then his dad died, and it was his turn to run the company, and he almost died in a cave in Afghanistan, and then there was the whole Iron Man thing.

So, he drank. When being Iron Man started wearing down his body, the alcohol helped ease the pain. He’d show up to board meetings with a drink in hand and get trashed at his own charity events. Everything became impossible to do on his own. And then the coke came back, making him pull all-nighters in the lab, so wired he could barely keep his hands still. And that’s just how Tony was—how he became.

But then he met Peter.

Tony’s never changed for anyone. He’s stubborn like that; too caught up in his own habits to ever want to change them. But Peter fell into his life in a whirlwind of eagerness, wits, and a heart too big for his own good. Years went by, they saved the world, and then Peter walked away.

He tried picking a fight with him. Probably over something stupid, he can’t remember. He said mean things. Loving someone means you know all their insecurities, their fears. He knew which buttons to press to make Peter really hurt. Tony has always gotten a thrill out of riling people up, whether at press conferences or company meetings. And then he did it to Peter. He was crying so much, could barely form a sentence as he hurriedly packed an overnight bag. Goodbye, Tony, he had said, stepping into the elevator and asking FRIDAY to take him downstairs.

Tony can’t remember much of the week after. He completely cleared out the cabinet where he keeps his good liquor and made the mistake of reaching out to old acquaintances from his 20s. Once a bad influence, always a bad influence it seems.

As soon as he was conscious enough to listen, Pepper flipped out on him. She screamed and cried a little and turned bright red, before telling him he needed to go to rehab or she’d get the board to vote to remove him as a shareholder.

There was a lot of back and forth. He would almost ask FRIDAY to wire over the tens of thousands of dollars treatment would cost, but then back out at the last second. He’s Tony Stark, he can do whatever he wants. He doesn’t have to listen to Pepper or the board, they’re not his parents.

He thought he’d made up his mind. That was until Peter wanted to come by the penthouse to get the rest of his stuff, but requested Tony to be vacant during the time he was there.

He flew to California the next day.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

Peter smiles, sighing happily as he leans in to press his lips to Tony’s. Tony licks along his lower lip, but Peter winces when he tastes the whiskey on Tony’s lips. He’s lowered gently onto the bed, sinking into the soft, silken sheets as Tony climbs on top of him.

“Tony,” Peter breathes, the scrape of Tony’s facial hair against his neck making him shiver. Peter jerks his hips upwards, searching for the friction of Tony’s cock against his own.

“Just give me a bit Pete, I promise I’ll be ready for you soon,” Tony murmurs between kisses against Peter’s flushed skin.

Peter is just about to ask him what he means when he’s flipped over onto his knees.

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They see each other for the first time in three months at a coffee shop.

Tony is standing outside awkwardly, waiting for Peter to arrive. He has his hood pulled up over his head and his hands are shoved into his pockets. He looks anxious, continuously looking back and forth across the street. Peter watches from afar as he mutters something under his breath, most likely to FRIDAY.

Peter exhales deeply as he turns the corner for real (he was not stalking, okay?) and clears his throat to get Tony’s attention. The older man whips off his sunglasses, hands shaking ever so slightly as he tucks them into his pocket.

He looks good. Better, most definitely. He’s gained some of the weight back that he’d lost, and the circles under his eyes are much less dark than before. He still seems unsure of himself, missing that signature Tony Stark charm.

“Peter!” Tony calls out. On instinct, they both move to do something—hug? Shake hands? Kiss? But Peter decides on a shy wave instead.

“Hey, Tony. Good to see you made it in one piece.”

Tony smiles. “I’m lucky I didn’t get jumped the moment I stepped out of the tower.”

Peter laughs, genuine this time. Tony holds the door open for him, gesturing to him to go inside first. They find a small booth in the corner of the cafe, tucked away from prying eyes.

“You look nice,” Tony says once they sit down, looking at Peter’s layered top and sweater. “Very librarian chic. I like it.”

“Ha. When do I get to tell you you’re being too loud?” He snorts, and that makes Tony laugh.

It’s so easy. Being with Tony is so easy, it feels so right. It makes him feel good, especially since Tony’s jokes feel softer around the edges. He’s being careful, obviously, but he so clearly wants Peter to be pleased. Tony has never been subtle.

They stay in the cafe for another hour and a half. When they leave, Tony gives him a warm smile and waves him goodbye.

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He can barely look when he does it.

He can hear the tap tap tap of Tony’s metal Amex card on the lab table, the soft scrape of the metal against the steel. Peter tightens his grip on his pencil, trying to focus on scribbling out whatever note he started to write. He doesn’t know what’s worse: pretending not to care, or watching with disdain. Peter hates watching Tony when he does a line. Hates how his hands shake while cutting it, hates how he scrambles for his handkerchief as his nose begins to bleed. It makes Peter feel sick.

“You okay, baby?” Tony asks from behind. He's still sniffing.

“Yeah,” Peter replies quietly. “I’m fine.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Peter’s filling out an application for a bio engineer position at a new medical startup when his phone buzzes.

Tony: Hey Peter

Tony: If you’re not interested, no problem, but what do you think about a picnic on Saturday?

Tony: I can rent out the park

Peter snorts as he unlocks his phone. Renting out a public park is as Tony as it gets.

Peter: Sounds fun. I’m not that spoiled, I can exist with other plebeians in public

Tony: haha very funny. Be ready at 2

Peter feels like he has butterflies in his stomach as he adds the date to his calendar.

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Their alarm clock says 2:03 AM.

Peter is staring at the ceiling. The warm light from the master bathroom spills over into the bedroom. He hears Tony heaving, groaning into the toilet bowl. He’s already thrown up what little contents were in his stomach—now he’s just dry heaving.

Peter’s been listening.

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“I think all my problems are solved when I lay in the sun.”

Peter’s sprawled out on the picnic blanket, their finished meal pushed to the side. Tony’s looking at him through the tint of his sunglasses.

“You’re telling me.” He chuckles softly, taking a sip of his sparkling water. “Maybe they were right about Vitamin D.”

They sit in silence for a while. Peter listens to the chirping of the birds, the fluttering of their wings. The wind rustles the leaves of the trees above them. In the distance, a child squeals in delight as their parent kicks a soccer ball to them. He listens to the soft rise and fall of Tony’s breathing.

“Hey Pete?”

“Hm?” Peter asks.

“I’m sorry. For everything—for the voicemails, for it all. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“I know, Tony.” Peter replies. “Thank you.”

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“You embarrassed me, Tony.”

Peter shucks his suit jacket off, tossing it onto the couch. He’ll get it tomorrow morning. Tony sinks into the big leather chair across from him, loosening his tie.

“I didn’t embarrass you.” Tony barks out a laugh, but it comes across more bitter than it should. “Get me a drink, will you?”

Peter scowls, shooting Tony a look. His partner is staring at him expectantly, eyes bloodshot.

“You almost got into a fight with Osborn. You insulted an attendee’s mother. You made a scene when I said I didn’t want to dance with you. Of course I was embarrassed.”

Peter feels frustrated tears prick the corners of his eyes. He toes off his shoes while Tony gets back up and heads to their drink cart. He doesn’t even bother getting a glass, just grabs the bottle of bourbon.

“If anyone should be embarrassed, s’me,” He slurs, nearly tripping over Peter’s dress shoes as he approaches the other man. “M’sorry. I can make it up to you.”

Peter tenses with anger when Tony grabs him by the wrist and kisses the top of his head.

“No, Tony. I’m going to bed.” Peter wrenches his wrist out of Tony’s grip. His eyes blur with tears. He tries to wipe them away with the back of his hands; he can’t look Tony in the eyes.

“Fuck you,” Tony spits, and Peter cringes. The coke makes him so, so mean. “Refusing to dance with me, even after all I’ve done for you, un-fucking-believable-“

Peter’s shoulders shake as he disappears into the guest room.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

A month later Tony takes him out to dinner to celebrate his new position at a private lab, working for a researcher named Dr. Reed Richards.

It’s extravagant and familiar. The menu has no prices on it, and most of the dishes Peter can’t even pronounce. The waiter keeps calling them sirs.

Tony’s cleaned up nicely. He’s wearing a three piece suit in a dark grey, his beard and hair freshly trimmed. Peter likes Tony like this: healthy. He likes when Tony laughs at his jokes, smile lines wrinkling around his mouth and eyes. He likes catching Tony listening intently as Peter describes the new projects he’s working on.

They’re leaving the restaurant as they discuss Peter’s prototype for a regenerative bandage based on his web fluid. It’s so normal, this intellectual back and forth. God, he misses working with Tony in the lab.

Peter is in the middle of describing a possible equation change for a prototype when he realizes Tony has stopped listening. Peter trails off, meeting Tony’s heavy gaze.

“Can I kiss you?” Tony asks softly. He waits for Peter’s answer, but he doesn’t have to wait long.

“Please,” Peter murmurs, reaching out to grab Tony’s waist, and—

They kiss.

#omg heyy five years later #starker #tony stark x peter parker #ironspider #starker fic #starker fanfiction #tw: addiction #tw: substance abuse #tw: vomit #angst #ah #hey hows everyone doing #ive always loved my boys never stopped thinking about them. doing a marvel rewatch and felt really angsty and somehow wrote this in a night

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weidli · 28 days ago

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@keo6323 i'm starting a new post because i don't want to bother the original op with my legal ramblings aber ich habs nachgeschaut aus gwunder und tatsächlich ist bei euch im sexualstrafrecht v.a. die rede von "sexuellen handlungen" einfach allgemein mit keiner unterscheidung zwischen beischlaf und beischlafähnlich bzw. beischlaf/beischlafähnlich und andere sexuelle handlungen - EXCEPT in these cases (continued under the cut because this involves discussion of csa and other types of sexual assault):

paragraf 173 (incest)

paragraf 176c:

paragraf 177:

the incest one deckt sich eigentlich mit dem schweizerischen in dem sinne dass da NUR der beischlaf strafbar ist:

which makes sense considering dass inzest eben eigentlich kein delikt gegen die sexuelle selbstbestimmung ist und dort wichtig ist ob schwangerschaften passieren können oder nicht

the other two are interesting in that they mirror VERY closely the formulierung in the brand new version of the swiss rough equivalent to your 177, nämlich:

up until last year this article, along with the rest of the delikte gegen die sexuelle integrität, looked quite radically different; this was abs. 1 & and 2:

now the gender thing is obviously fucked and i'm glad they changed it both to not be gender specific and to include beischlafsähnlich, but one fucked thing about the new one (besides the fact dass der neue absatz 1 in der systematik überhaupt kein sinn ergibt und niemand inklusiv der gesetzgeber so richtig erklären kann welche fälle darunter fallen sollen, but that's a whole different discussion) ist diese formulierung "beischlaf oder beischlafsähnliche handlung, die mit einem eindringen in den körper verbunden ist" which may SOUND sensible, but is really odd considering that beischlafsähnliche handlung has up until now been widely understood to mean any other act of penetration that doesn't involve penis -> vagina. so adding that clause about eindringen in den körper is either (1) unnecessary and can be ignored or (2) a hinweis by the gesetzgeber that the new sexualstrafrecht is working with a definition of beischlafsähnliche handlung that includes both acts that involve penetration and ones that don't (but, critically, are NOT erfasst by the usual definition of andere sexuelle handlung, because the gesetzgeber still uses that term at other points in the exact same way they always have), which begs the question (a) what the FUCK beischlafsähnliche handlungen DON'T involve penetration and (b) WHY. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT. WE HAVE WORDS FOR THAT ALREADY

.... tl;dr weil diese formulierung so fremd ist im schweizer konzept der qualifizerung von verschiedenen sexuellen handlungen und so genau gleich im deutschen stgb vorkommt i'm starting to suspect someone writing the revision copied germany's homework and didn't realize they didn't have the same assignment. unfortunately gesetze-im-internet is less helpful than fedlex and won't tell me when the relevant german texts date from but it's pretty likely that they're older considering how new the swiss ones are

#any german stgb understanders wanna weigh in please do #i'm just speculating based entirely on wortlaut #no id #i don't think i'll ever work in strafrecht but by god do i like to get mad at it #the perfectly good Systematik!!! you've ruined it!! Look at it it's got completely unclear potential konkurrenzsituationen!!

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hand-written-dreams · 7 months ago

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CRIMSON SHADE

Chapter 18

Monsters stuck in my head

You've got no place to hide.

And I'm feeling like a villain,

got a hunger inside.

One look in my eyes

And you're running 'cause I'm coming

Gonna eat you alive

- ( The song of this chapter is 'Monster' by Ruelle.)

A steaming cup of coffee slides into view, the rich aroma pulling her from her intense focus. She blinks, realizing how long she’s been staring at the screen of the bullet-riddled laptop.

She looks up, startled, to find Mr.Mathur’s smiling face.

“You’ve been at it all day,” he says, nodding toward the laptop. His gaze flickers to the disarray of cables and tools scattered across the desk.

Khushi sighs, stretching her arms. She pushes the laptop aside, satisfied that most of the data has been extracted. The rest still need more work. “Thank you, Mr.Mathur. You’re a lifesaver,” she says, reaching for the cup.

“Please, call me Aman,” he replies with a light chuckle. “Mr.Mathur sounds too formal. Makes me feel ancient.”

She smiles. “Only on one condition… call me Khushi.”

She can see why someone like Mr.Raizada is friends with Aman. He carries an aura of comfort, a natural ease that draws people in. Everyone within his radius seems to instinctively relax, their guard lowering without even realizing it.

For someone like her, who’s spent the better part of her life building walls, it’s a bit disarming.

“Deal.” He leans against the desk, folding his arms. “So, you graduated from college with honours, huh? I was dragging my ass just to pass my computer science course,” Aman says with a chuckle.

Khushi arches an eyebrow, momentarily surprised by his candidness. “The Harvard course must’ve been tough, no?”

“I actually graduated from MIT,” he corrects, his smile easy and relaxed.

“Oh.” She blinks, caught off guard. “I thought you graduated from Harvard with Mr.Raizada.”

Aman shakes his head, a soft laugh escaping him. “Oh no, that man went to Harvard for business studies, all high and mighty. Meanwhile, I was at MIT, knee-deep in code and circuits. We were in a…long-distance friendship.”

There’s a playful lilt to his tone, but Khushi catches a subtle fondness beneath it. The contrast between him and Mr.Raizada intrigues her. They couldn’t be more different.

She chuckles, "I don't have that much knowledge in geography, but I believe both these universities are situated in the same city in Massachusetts... Cambridge, right?"

"To me, it seems like you have pretty good knowledge of geography."

"I searched all things about MIT. I wanted to go there." She doesn't know why she shares this with Aman.

"Your father didn't let you, did he?"

Khushi keeps sipping her coffee. Not responding to him.

Aman sighs, settling into the chair in front of her, letting the matter drop. “So....Arnav didn’t really explain what ‘special task’ he’s assigned to you. Something about finding a hacker? What’s all that about?” he says, his tone turns slightly curious.

Khushi takes a careful slow sip, the heat of the coffee settling in her stomach. “Someone stole some important documents from me,” she says, her tone clipped. “And made it look like Mr.Raizada was behind it.”

Aman tilts his head, his brows furrowing slightly, his eyes scanning her face. “You know I’m not really into the whole dark web hacker business. But let me know if you need my help with anything. By the way… mind telling me the hacker’s ID? Just curious.”

For a moment, she hesitates. Her hand tightens around the mug. “TheShadowMonster,” she replies.

Aman stares at her, deep in thought and what looks like confusion, as his brows furrow. Then, his lips quirks into a half-smile. “Huh, that sounds like something a kid would come up with.” He gives a short, quiet laugh, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, yet his tone struggles to contain his amusement.

Khushi watches him closely, something in his reaction unsettling her. “It actually was,” she responds, deadpan, her tone colder than before.

Can it be him?

BSc in Computer Science from MIT.

But, but, but..

Why would he frame his best friend?

And why didn't Mr.Raizada share this information with Aman?

Does Mr.Raizada not trust him fully?

Does he suspect Aman or what?

If that was the case, then sharing this information with Aman would be dangerous. But it could also open new doors for her.

If he is indeed that hacker, the one pulling the strings from the shadows, she could play him. Mislead him.

Just like he did to her.

Aman’s gaze sharpens, just for a moment, before his expression softens again. “Excuse me?”

“He created the account when he was twelve. He’s older now…I guess.”

“And how do you know that?”

“He told me.”

Aman studies her for a second, his brow furrowing further. “He told you? When? How? I mean, I’m happy to help you find him if you need, but I don’t want to get tangled up in some… lovers' spat.”

“It’s not like that,” her voice sharper than she intended, her eyes studying him. She then quickly looks away. “We bumped into each other.....talked from time to time. He's intriguing, kind of a genius...he taught me many online spying techniques. With that, I collected lots of evidence. Evidence that he ultimately stole.”

“So… you were friends?” The way Aman is looking at her now makes her uncomfortable. It’s as if he’s studying her, dissecting every word, every movement as if she’s some specimen under a microscope.

She shifts uneasily, wishing she could retreat from his probing eyes.

She feels the knot in her stomach tighten. “I don’t know,” she murmurs, staring at the screen but not really seeing it. “Can you even call online acquaintances friends?”

His gaze softens, and he nods slowly.

“I think you can. And I think you’re upset because, online or not, you considered him as a friend....or at least a confidant. You trusted him.” He pauses, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. “And he betrayed you.”

She doesn’t know why his words feel like they’re cutting deeper than they should. She looks at the laptop, forcing herself to focus on the work that still needs to be done.

It doesn’t matter.

But it does. She doesn’t know why, but it does.

All her life everyone just did that.

Betrayed her.

Her parents betrayed her.

Her best friend betrayed her.

TheShadowMonster betrayed her.

It's the new trend.

Betraying Khushi Sen Gupta.

“Can I have a word?”

She pauses at the threshold of the lavish office, her steps faltering as her eyes land on him.

Seated in the high-backed, leather chair, he exudes an almost unnatural stillness, his sharp features illuminated by the faint glow of the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Mr.Raizada looks up, “Isn't that why I am here?”

She rolls her eyes. She texted him yesterday after she recovered all of the data from that laptop. That was some highly encrypted CBI laptop, and it took almost two days for her to decrypt it.

"Glad that your sarcastic tongue didn't fall off. But I want to talk about something else."

"Hmm, take a seat."

“We got interrupted discussing our deal terms that night,” she says, her voice steady but her hands fidgeting at her sides. “We didn't settle actually what I want from our deal." He remains silent, so she continues, "I want you to make me disappear. New identity, new address…somewhere far away from here...anywhere, as long as it's not here.”

He leans back in his chair, his sharp gaze scrutinizing her. “Done.”

Her breath hitches at his quick agreement. “I have it open,” she says, turning the laptop screen toward him. “What do you want me to do with it?”

“That was fast.”

She smirks faintly. “Was that a test?"

He chuckles, "No."

"Why are we looking into a CBI agent’s laptop? And I know you took it from my father’s study, don't you dare deny it.”

"Good morning, Boss," Aman enters the room and takes the chair beside her, "Good morning, Khushi."

It doesn't escape her eyes how his eyes narrow, and his browns darken at Aman's calling her by her first name. But he quickly drapes his stoic mask over his face.

"I promised you evidence against Mr.Gupta, didn't I? Consider it a token of appreciation for you to accept my deal." His lips curl into a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. “And...I’m not entirely sure about the CBI agent part. Either he was an undercover mafia operative in the CBI, or an undercover CBI agent in the mafia, doubling as a dealer in the Triad Tribe.” He leans forward, his tone low and pointed. “You know about the Triad Tribe, right?”

She stays silent, nodding faintly.

“Anyway, Mr. Gupta killed him,” Mr.Raizada continues, his voice growing colder. “The owner might have used the laptop as a shield to protect himself from getting shot.”

“There are multiple IP addresses of warehouses,” she says after a moment, her fingers flying across the keys. “Information about shipments… What’s in these warehouses? Arms? Drugs?”

“Humans.”

Her fingers freezes mid-typing. She looks up sharply, her face pale. “But human trafficking was shut down…”

“The Serpents are trying to reopen it,” he says, his voice dark, his jaw tightening. “They’re exploiting their special privileges with the border in West Bengal and the influx of Rohingyas in Bangladesh. They’re collecting people, trying to strike a deal with the Chicago Outfit as a test run. If it works, every other family will jump at the chance to restart it.”

She stares at the screen, her throat tightening. “I looked into all of them. Only few of them have CCTV cameras. I hacked into them yesterday. They were empty."

"They'll probably fill up the warehouses a few days before the shipment. To avoid suspicion." Aman adds.

She looks at the dates of the shipment and sees the warehouse with a CCTV camera has the closest date, two days from today. "Let me look into it again." The feed appears instantly. Her voice trembles as she continues. “They’re all kids… boys mainly. What, six or seven years old?”

Mr.Raizada's face darkened. “The Chicago Outfit has an assassin-making organisation called the 'League of Shadows',” he says, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “They train children into killers and sell them to clients....or use them to eliminate their enemies. Kids that young are more impressionable. Easy to mold. Loyal....they might be in storage of children to train.”

"This shipments can't happen...I don't want to empower the enemies any further. Tomorrow, they could send one of these boys to slit my throat in my sleep. Who knows?" He adds with a shrug.

“Can’t we do anything to stop it?” she asks as she glances back at the screen.

“I hope you can,” he says, his tone softening for the first time, though his expression remained grim. “Alert CBI about the shipment discreetly, not the police. The police are in Mr.Gupta's pocket.”

She nods her head faintly

"Are you guys up for an outing this evening?" Mr.Raizada asks, his voice low and calm, but his eyes glint dark.

"Excuse me?"

"A celebratory outing to welcome you in our company. We are going to a casino." Aman says with fake enthusiasm.

"What do you mean?" She asks utterly bewildered.

"You will see," Mr.Raizada says in a grave voice.

That’s what she’s seeing.

A tablet screen.

It is balanced precariously on her lap as she sits on the lid of a commode in a restroom stall. The underground fighting arena roars to life just beyond the walls, the sound vibrating through the tiled floor beneath her feet.

Such a celebratory outing.

“Khushi, are you done?” Aman’s voice crackles through her earpiece, his tone strained but calm.

“Almost,” she whispers back. “Just ten more seconds.”

The chanting from the arena grows louder with each passing moment, a relentless tide of sound pressing against her nerves. Her disguise feels stifling. The jet-black straight-haired wig with its blunt bangs and the large black-rimmed glasses perched awkwardly on her nose, that was all she could come up with to hide her identity. She shifts uncomfortably, hoping the disguise is convincing enough.

They are all on an undercover mission, Aman and her. Mr.Raizada tasked them with hacking the Triad Tribe database stored in a server room of the casino above this underground arena. It could only be accessed from close proximity, forcing them into this chaotic labyrinth, or should she say restroom. She is sure two people in her next stall are having sex.

She closes her eyes, taking some deep breaths. She instantly regrets her decision. It smells like something have died in here, something probably have.

She taps rapidly on the tablet, installing the undetected virus into their system. Once successful, they’ll have full access to the Triad tribe’s sprawling empire... casinos, resorts, hotels, and more.

Finally, the screen blinks in confirmation. Mission accomplished.

“Done,” she whispers.

Minutes later, they make their way toward the main hall where the fights are taking place. The moment they step inside, a bell rings, and the crowd erupts. A massive, burly man thumps his chest like a gorilla, roaring in triumph as his opponent lies unconscious on the floor. The crowd is mostly men and a few women, with some bouncer-type scary men standing around the ring and against the walls keeping an eye on everyone.

She adjusts her glasses, keeping her head low as she and Aman take their seats in the gallery overlooking the fighting ring. She has never been in places like that before.

The cacophony of the crowd swallows them, the metallic tang of sweat and blood sharp in the air. And despite the overwhelming chaos, her focus zeroes in on the centre ring.

The announcer's loud voice echoes in the space, "NOW TAKING THE STAGE...THE LEGEND, THE ALL TIME WINNER...THE STOWSTOPPEEEERRR, AT 225 POUNDS, 125 VICTORIES, DHRUUUUV RAO."

Dhruv Rao steps into the ring. Shirtless except for his boxing shorts with all of his muscles in full display. The crowd goes crazy at his arrival.

Her nose crinkles in disgust like she smells something rotten. Well, she won't mind watching Dhruv Rao taking some punches tonight.

"AND HERE COMES OUR ANONYMOUS GUEST TONIGHT. AT 200 POUNDS, AND 0 VICTORIES."

A roll of "haha's" and "boos" ripples through the crowd as the man in question steps into the circle of harsh fluorescent lights.

A predator in disguise among his prey.

A wolf in a black coat.

Well literally in full black.

He’s dressed in a black full sleeved t-shirt that clings to his defined, muscular frame like a second skin, paired with dark combat pants. Thick white gauges wrap around his knuckles.

His face is obscured by a simple black mask, covering the top half of his face, leaving his eyes and his already damp-with-sweat hair exposed. The strands falls back over his eyes in tousled disarray. His mouth and jaw below the mask are visible, highlighting the tension in his clenched teeth. Yet he seems utterly unaffected by the roaring crowd. His calm is unnerving.

"Are you disappointed that he'll fight like that?" Aman asks, his eyes carefully scanning the arena.

"What do you mean?" She leans slightly closer.

"I mean, he’s fully clothed," he gestures toward the ring with a subtle nod. "I came to my first underground fight expecting flesh, blood, and sweat. Instead, I get a guy in a tactical black outfit. Feels like I’ve been cheated."

She smirks, her tone teasing. "You wanna see him shirtless, huh?"

"What?" Aman scoffs, though the corner of his mouth twitches. "Don’t act like you don’t. After all the pain that bastard put me through, I at least deserve the satisfaction of seeing him beaten black and blue." His tone is almost affectionate, almost.

"You know very well why he can't be shirtless."

Aman sighs dramatically. "Yeah, yeah. It’s not like I forgot." He pauses, his expression shifting to one of mock pride. "But let me tell you about that shirt...it’s a polymer blend. Practically indestructible. I pitched the idea, of course...That guy is very particular about what he puts in his body."

Her brows knit slightly, and she glances back at the figure in the ring. "I noticed…" shit, "I mean, not noticed. Please forget that I said anything," she fumbles, immediately regretting her words as Aman chuckles under his breath.

He shouldn’t be here, same as them.

None of them should be here.

If he went shirtless, his tattoos would be visible. People would know who he is.

"If they could’ve seen just a glimpse of that bird tattoo on the back of his hand, this arena would be dead silent right now," Aman chuckles, more to himself than anyone else.

The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air. She finds herself staring at the man in the ring again, wondering how someone can command this much power without even lifting a fist yet.

"Does that tattoo mean anything, or only for aesthetics?" She asks feigning nonchalance.

"Probably, I don't know."

That man is a vault. Ever his best friend doesn't know everything about him. She chuckles internally.

"He got that in his first year of college. He trademarked it in his name. Nobody in the Triad is allowed to have this tattoo." Aman finishes with a low chuckle.

"That's pretty early. How many tattoos does he have other than that?"

Aman smirks, tilting his head as if to taunt her. "Wouldn’t you like to know? Though I haven’t seen him shirtless in a long time...but not much. He’s got his Eagle on his back and a Bratva tattoo on his chest."

"The Bratva? As in the Russian mafia?" Her eyebrows furrow.

"He is an honorary member of that mafia family, particularly a captain."

"How? Is he going to marry the Russian mafia princess," she says teasingly, but the expression on Aman's face turns sly, so she adds bewildered, "He is, isn’t he?"

Aman chuckles, shaking his head. "That’s his personal matter. You have to ask him."

"Why would I? Not that I care," she mutters quickly, crossing her arms. Heat rushes to her cheeks as she quickly looks away.

"Of course not," he quips, biting back a laugh. "Why should you?...Anyways, Dhruv Rao’s about to regret ever stepping into that ring....I am waiting for this crowd to go pin-drop silent when Dhruv hits the ground."

She arches a brow, "Confident much?"

"That’s what best friends are for," Aman said lightly, though his gaze lingered on Arnav, a glimmer of something deeper flashing in his eyes. "Cheering through life...and making sure the world knows who’s boss...and besides do you know who trained him."

She shakes her head.

"The league of Shadows. Dhruv Rao doesn't even stand a chance. But we have let him think that he does. It's fun, isn't it?"

The league of Shadows.

The assassin organization he was talking about in the morning. That explains all his wall climbing and all.

Her attention shifts as the crowd erupts in cheers. The arena turns into a brutal, chaotic world of sweat, blood, and adrenaline. The roar of the crowd echoes off the concrete walls, deafening and relentless. Harsh fluorescent lights cast an almost theatrical glow over the bloodstained mat.

And there he is.

The man in black.

The sharp angles of his face are illuminated under the stark lights, his expression unreadable. He looks entirely out of place in this savage setting yet utterly at home.

A loud bell rings, signalling the start of the fight. Dhruv charges first, roaring, fists flying, hoping to overwhelm the masked man with sheer force. But the vulture is faster, more precise. He sidesteps, the rush of Dhruv's attack barely grazing his side.

Dhruv charges again, throwing wild

punches. This time, his blow connects. A brutal hook to the jaw that sent the vulture stumbling. The crowd erupts in cheers.

Her heart leaps forward as she winches as well. The crowd’s cheers blur into white noise as her focus narrows to the man in the ring. She doesn't like the idea of him being hurt.

What's wrong with you, Khushi?

He's the enemy.

He straightens up slowly, his expression unreadable at first as blood trickles down the corner of his mouth. He drags his thumb from the corner of his mouth across his chin, smearing the blood along his jawline before spitting

a crimson glob onto the ground.

Slowly, he turned back to Dhruv, his lips curling into a sinister smile. The crowd hushes seeing this menacing aura. Dangerous, dark, and unsettling.

It sends a shiver down her spine.

He tilts his head, wiping the blood by the backside of his hand as if savouring the taste of his own pain.

She hates the helpless awe curling in her chest. He is as sinister as the devil and twice the pretty. He is all seven of the deadly sins wrapped in a tall, alluring frame.

She can't comprehend how something as menacing as this moment can be so maddeningly captivating and so utterly mesmerising.

He cracks his neck, and then, in a fluid motion, the devil delivers a brutal elbow to Dhruv's ribs before Dhruv can block them. The sickening crack of bone echoes in the arena. Dhruv stumbles, gasping for breath. The vulture delivers some quick jabs to Dhruv's shoulder and a spinning kick to his knee, making Dhruv kneel on the ground.

Still Dhruv stands up and lunges again, this time with a knee aimed at the gut, but the vulture catches him mid-air, twisting with brutal force, slamming his body to the ground with a brutal thud. The sound reverberated through the arena. The crowd's roar falters, and their cheers turn into stunned silence.

Blood drips from Dhruv's mouth as he groans, struggling to lift himself. The vulture circles Dhruv as he pushes himself to his knees. With a sharp twist of his torso, the man in black delivers a punishing uppercut to the kneeling man's jaw. The force of the punch snaps Dhruv's head back, his body collapsing back to the ground.

But the devil doesn't stop. He's relentless, almost animalistic. He takes hold of Dhruv's hair as his fist slams into Dhruv's face once, twice, three times, each blow raw and brutal. His knuckles crack and bleed, but he doesn't stop.

A few more strikes and Dhruv is barely conscious, his face a mangled mess of bruises and cuts. He stands over Dhruv, breathing heavily, eyes wild as his opponent lies sprawling on the bloodstained mat.

And the arena falls into the pin-drop silence Aman wished before. And all she does is watch, watch and watch him. His breathing is ragged, and knuckles are raw and bleeding, but his face remains impassive, a mask of icy composure.

But his eyes, they tell different story.

Dark. Unyielding. Wild.

And they meet hers, the same time the crowd erupts again. This time in a roar for him.

Yet, his eyes hold onto hers, unwavering, through the chaos around them.

They pierce through her with a force that causes goosebumps to erupt in her skin. His browns darkest she ever saw.

Raw. Untamed. Feral.

And that leaves her utterly undone.

It feels like an eternity.

There's a dangerous intimacy in his gaze, an undeniable claim.

She should be afraid. But she's not.

The animal in him calls to the animal in her, and she can’t look away.

He is a weapon.

There's a raw, primal violence in him.

The violence that paints the floor with his opponent's blood. Each strike is devastatingly precise, his strength terrifyingly controlled. She's captivated by the way he stands untouched by the brutality he's just unleashed.

lt's terrifying.

It's magnetic.

It's beautiful.

It's making her feel alive in a way she’s never felt before. A raw monsterous hunger consumes her, burning through every nerve, every inch of her skin.

And the answer to that hunger terrifies her. The beast in him, the predator in him, the monster in him that calls to her, but it’s also the thing that could destroy her.

And she has a frightening feeling.

This beauty won't survive her beast.

If Arnav Singh Raizada ever happens to her, she won't survive him and she won't let him survive her either.

She and him.

They are monsters.

They will rip each other apart, limb by limb, drowning in destruction, before they'll let each go, before he'll be out of her system.

Author's Note:

This author is very lazy. Lovely Readers please have your patience. See you soon. Coming up next: a date night 😜.

@arshifiesta @featheredclover @phuljari @chutkiandchotte @jalebi-weds-bluetooth @simplycurlz @9artsdragon @chaiandtakkar

#arnav singh raizada #ipkknd #khushi kumari gupta #arnav and khushi #arshi #13 years of ipkknd #arshi fanfic #crimson_shade #ipk 13th anniversary fiesta

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papichulomacy · 1 year ago

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Make me cry

Pairing : Yuta nakamoto x reader (exes to lovers, forced proximity, enemies to lovers)

Summary: whereas event planner reader gets her big solo project after years of working beneath her superiors, the only problem? It's her ex-boyfriend's wedding who also happens to be the father of her twin children.

Word count : 7528 words, kinda long but y'all will live

A/n: I was feeling angsty while writing this lol, even made a playlist

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0K5bqgnpr1gKNITHBDeek3?si=7xSbPUlEQcuc6dmncVln0A&pt=8f0b8fd0de7b29d8e83096b4009ed6d5

"Mommy, wake up" an overly excited Seiji yelled jumping on top of his mother's bed "Huh?, What time is it" mumbled the 27-year-old as she rubbed her eyes "It's 10 Am Mommy" whispered shiho which caused Y/n's eyes to widen almost comically as she quickly got out of bed.

"Oh god, oh god" she yelled running around her bedroom, quickly grabbing whatever work outfit she could find throwing it on the bed and running out straight into the twin's room to grab their clothes.

Which luckily she had put together the day before, "Time for a bath you two" she mumbled filling up the bathtub as she quickly bathed the twins who happily obliged, "No time for duckies i'm afraid" she told them as Seiji pouted and shiho looked like she was about to burst into tears "but, mr quackles" she whined as y/n sighed grabbing the dumb looking duck and throwing it in the tub.

After 10 minutes they were done she quickly dressed them and showered herself while they ate cereal and watched Bluey on the TV.

After she was done she quickly did her makeup and got ready herself "OK babies, grab your overnight bags i'll be dropping you off at Granny's" she shouted putting on her flats.

Scrambling the twins put their cereal bowls in the sink and took their bags, locking the door she and the twins went downstairs and she quickly unlocked the car and strapped them in their baby seats.

Pulling up into her mother's driveway she rushed out and helped the twins out who as soon as they both were out of their seats ran straight towards the door, They adored their grandmother, and sometimes y/n joked they loved her mother more than her.

"There are my favourite grandbabies" Mrs. Kim Baby talked as the twins threw themselves at her, "Mom, they're your only grandbabies" She playfully rolled her eyes as she went into her childhood house and put down their bags.

"Now remember, don't trouble your grandmother too much, i'll be back tomorrow afternoon to pick you both up okay" She kissed their foreheads and hugged her mother goodbye.

After a 10-minute drive she practically ran towards her boss's office, "miss kim, just in time" smiled her boss, Mrs Martin, She was a woman in her mid-40s, who y/n greatly admired due to her work as an event planner.

"Since you've been working with us for almost 5 years it's time you get to plan your very own solo event" "You're not saying..." "Yes y/n, i'm assigning you a solo project" "Excuse me" she squealed due to how excited she got as Mrs Martin laughed. "I'll take that as you agreeing" "I've been waiting for a solo project for 2 years, of course, I agree. What is it," she asked sitting down.

"Well it's a wedding and not just any wedding, it's the wedding of the year apparently" she spoke as y/n gasped "Shut up" "No joke, it's the wedding of the CEO of Nakamoto corporations with his fiancè of 4 years" y/n's smile instantly dropped at the mention of the surname

"Is... Is something wrong?" Questioned Mrs Martin as y/n quickly put on a fake smile, "Nothing, I'd be more than happy to plan this wedding" she stated as her boss smiled "Lovely, here's the address of their house, they want it to take place on their property so you'll have to go there to check it out to plan and hear their suggestions" taking the binder she curtly smiled as she exited.

(T.w: mention of v@mit)

Walking into the restroom she felt bile go up her throat as she rushed into a cubicle, she threw up her entire breakfast until she was left dry and heaving until she felt someone gently grab her hair putting it aside.

"Feeling better?" Asked Sora as Y/n nodded getting up to wash her face and rinse her mouth "Here, take these mints" She thanked her as she put them in her mouth.

"Now are you going to tell me what happened? Are you sick?" She questioned sitting down beside her as she put down two coffees on the table.

"I got my first solo project" she stated, voice void of any emotion as Sora's eyebrows jumped up "That's something to be celebrating over, not throwing up over " she joked as y/n groaned slamming her head on the table.

"Oh, what am I going to do!!, Should I like quit? Yeah i'm gonna write a resignation letter" she rambled confusing her cousin even more who looked at her like she had gone crazy "And why the fuck would you need to do that?!" She questioned getting frustrated with her cousin/best friend who looked to be on the verge of a breakdown.

"They're getting married Sora..." She whispered trying to keep her emotions at bay as Sora sighed "Whose getting married hmm?" She asked rubbing her back as y/n's lips quivered "Yuta and Jieun, they're getting married "As soon as those words left her mouth she broke down and her cousin's expression softened as she tried to console her.

Taking in a deep breath she rang the buzzer as the intercom beeped followed by a voice asking "Name and business with the Nakamoto's ?" "I'm kim y/n and i'm here from Eden Springs, to work on the wedding" she stated.

The huge gate opened revealing the huge manor as she tried not to gap at it "This way miss" stated a polite butler who gestured for her to follow him, which she gladly did, he sat in the driver's seat of the golf cart as she sighed in relief "thank god, I thought I would have had to walk to the front door" and in a matter of 3 minutes they stood in front of the huge dark oak door.

Gulping down her nervousness she prepared herself to face whatever was behind the door, "Ah you must be Miss. Kim, I've heard a lot about you from Mrs Martin, i'm the groom's father if you have any questions please feel free to ask me or mrs sim, who'll be in the kitchen I suppose" he smiled at her politely as she bowed.

"Is the wedding planner here? Oh good, come with me as I tell you about the theme my daughter wants" spoke Mrs. Sim in her snobby posh voice which irked y/n but put on her best people-pleasing smile she went out following the old woman towards the huge backyard.

"This is where the aisle is supposed to be" "I was thinking we make it longer you know, the bride can enter from the back door directly? As the music plays" Mrs Sim looked at her with a sickeningly sweet smile "Is this your wedding? No? Then keep your suggestions to yourself" she stated as y/n pursed her lips and nodded.

"I'll come back tomorrow with my team to start working if you'll excuse me" She left the manor and went straight home. As soon as she did she broke down feeling broken and tired.

The next day she picked up the twins and called their nanny to look after them "Pumpkin, now I want you to behave with seolhyun ok, take your meds right after lunch " she told shiho who pouted "But they taste bitter" Y/n smiled as she kissed her forehead "I know they are baby, but please, for mommy?" "Okay, for you" She stuck her pinkie out which y/n linked with her own.

"Look after your sister," she told Seiji who nodded as she kissed his forehead. "Bye and the food is in the oven, I made lasagna" She waved them goodbye. Getting in the car she drove off.

When she got into the manor her team followed as she started ordering them to start working. An hour or so went by and they started working on the lighting arrangement.

When they were putting on the lights she noticed the servants of the house scrambling around due to god knows what she shrugged thinking it was none of her business until she was harshly spun around by someone.

"What the hell-" "What do you think you're doing here" he hissed standing there while having a tight grip on her shoulders which was hurting her as she tried to pry his hands off "My job, ow, Mr.Nakamoto can you let go that hurts" she whisper-yelled as his eyes softened for a second when he realised how tight his grip was letting go his scowl was unfaltering.

Dusting off her shoulders she glared at him "You can't just go around grabbing people, what manners!!" She hissed as he rolled his eyes "Oh please, manners are the last thing I want to talk to you about, I don't want to talk to you at all" he barked as she smiled at him, her work smile not the genuine one he used to get when they were together.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to work on your wedding" she hissed walking passed him, Meanwhile he rubbed his forehead already feeling a headache forming.

Y/n tried to avoid him at all costs at the manor, but seeing as he was everywhere she was it was impossible. But lucky for her he was resting in his room for the most bit due to the jet lag.

After hours it was 7 pm and she pulled up in her building's parking lot. When she got in she was greeted by her kids running up to her "Aww I missed you too" she cooed pecking their cheeks.

"Did you take your meds on time? Hmm." She asked as shiho nodded eagerly "That's my good girl" She smiled as she bid their nanny goodbye and quickly freshened up.

"Can we sleep with you tonight?" Asked Seiji looking down as she cooed picking him up "Of course, come on bedtime, tomorrow you have school okay". The twins rushed into their mother's room and lay in bed, keeping space for her.

"bedtime story!!" They yelled at the same time as y/n sighed, Despite the exhaustion she nodded as she started telling them a story, which in the middle of it she realised they had both nodded off, Seiji holding his bear plushie and shiho her racoon plushie.

When they were asleep she got out of bed to collect her thoughts, after all, he was the father of her kids and the man whom she once loved dearly.

Pouring herself a glass of wine she settled down by the window sill not being able to control her thoughts which were plagued by him, seeing the look of absolute disdain and disgust on his face made her heart feel like it was stuck in thorns.

The very same eyes that once used to look at her like she held the universe in her eyes.

(6 years ago).

They were both lying in bed cuddled up together while having talks about the future Despite being young they talked about marriage and kids of course y/n brought up the topic "How many kids do you want in the future?" She whispered, chin on his shoulder as he hummed.

"Well I was thinking two, a beautiful girl like her mother and a handsome young gentleman like me" he spoke while smiling as she too couldn't help but smile herself "That sounds perfect, ooh Can we name the boy Seiji? I love the name," she asked hopefully as yuta laughed softly. chest vibrating as she rested her head on it.

"Anything you want my love" he had stated and kissed her forehead, she had gotten up and kissed him, the innocent kiss turning more heated by yuta who just couldn't keep his hands to himself.

"What you say we start making one already" he had joked and she had hit his head "Dream on" she laughed trying to run away but had ended up getting trapped in his muscular arms "noo we're not done cuddling" he had then nuzzled his nose into her face, both ended up falling asleep holding each other.

(Present).

Sighing she washed the glass and got in bed with her kids "I wish he could have been there to see you guys grow up like this" she whispered kissing their tiny foreheads as she too let sleep consume her.

Days had gone by, and she had planned everything and made arrangements for the wedding and had done her best at trying to stay neutral around yuta who made her job harder than it was.

He had somehow found ways to sabotage everything she was arranging the flowers. He doesnt like them. the lights? Thinks they should be brighter, the alter? Should be placed in another direction.

She sighed as she held a bunch of fake peonies in her arms trying to get them to the decorators to put them near the back door. "You aren't good at this job, if I had known they'd be picking someone this... Incompetent I would have told them to change the wedding planner" he taunted as she rolled her eyes trying to go past the pool while he stood there with a smirk that made her want to slap him across the face.

"Can you move? I need to go past this way" she whispered as his smirk widened "Oh do you? i'm sorry here" he barely gave her any space as she grunted trying to move past him and the chairs as he rolled his eyes "Yeah well I don't like this either " she hissed as she pushed at his chest as a way of telling him to move which him being the hardass that he was he didn't.

She lost her footing and fell backwards right into the pool as he walked away.

"It's kinda funny how you're known for being on our high school's swim team while I don't know how to swim" she had said laughing as they both sat at the edge of the pool soaking their feet in, "well Why don't I teach you?" He had suggested while she hummed.

"Too slow" he had pushed her in and had jumped in straight after and held her up, keeping her afloat "You're such an ass" she whined hitting his chest as he laughed kissing her "i'm sorry".

His eyes widened when recalled that memory not missing another second he sprinted towards the pool while unbuttoning his coat jacket. Which he discarded while running and jumped straight in. She had stopped thrashing and was sinking to the end of the almost 8-foot-deep pool.

Grabbing her by her waist he swam up when he had gotten out he laid her down on the grass while she gurgled and coughed as she spat out water, she was beyond terrified, not because she wanted to live for herself, but rather for the two little kids that were at daycare at the moment, waiting for the time to be up so they could be picked up by their mother who'd take them to get ice cream.

It terrified her since she knew that she was the only parent they had ever known, and this caused her to feel horrible as a thousand thoughts ran through her mind while the water consumed her body whole, " I haven't even told him" she thought but when she felt him grab her shaking body she was forced out of the trance she was in while all these racing thoughts.

"Y/n!!, Are you okay?" He asked trying to get her attention She stared at his face calming down from her frenzy as she started tearing up, Looking around she saw all the servants and the decorative workers looking at her and she quickly got up.

She grabbed her bag and ran out of the house, She couldn't care less that her clothes were soaking the seats of her car as she drove back to her house, heart hammering she couldn't stop the sobs that raked her body and broke out like a terrible beat of unsteadily loud drums.

After all, it hadn't been like this for them, they were so in love If you had asked either of them about their future they both would have answered the same thing "Everything about my future, I can't picture without him" is what s/he would have said.

Not sure about that now she thought as she put her head against her steering wheel, She remembered that day so well like it was yesterday, she had repeated it over and over again in her head, not being able to forget the way he had looked at her then.

(6 years ago).

His mother had invited her over for dinner which was unexpected since the old woman made it clear that she didn't approve of their relationship.

Y/n sat in front of yuta's mother as she cut into her steak trying to keep her nerves at bay, after all, anxiety wasn't good for the child she was carrying that she wanted to tell her boyfriend about today.

"I'll cut to the case and tell you straight forward, I never really approved of this relationship, plus I can see that he's getting tired of your presence too" words thick with venom the older woman drank her wine as y/n gripped her fork and knife.

"I was a fool thinking that you called me here to apologise for treating me like shit for all these years but I guess some things never change huh, and for your information he loves me he is not tired of me" she seethed as Mrs Nakamoto smiled that devilish smile of hers that made her feel uneasy.

"Aw he loves you?, Are you sure about that? To me, it looks like he'd rather spend time with Jieun than with you" she spoke in a taunting voice as y/ns lips quivered, with both sadness and anger.

"You're lying!!" She yelled slamming the utensils on the table as the older woman wiped her mouth and pouted faking sympathy, Taking a tablet from her assistant she slid it over the table "Look for yourself" she stated as y/n hesitantly took the tablet in her hands.

And what she saw made her heart feel like it was squashed by a rock, for on the tablet were pictures of him with her, the pictures made them look like a couple "The last pic is of them at a jewellery shop" she fake gasped putting a hand up to her lips as y/n's grip on the tablet loosened "oh imagine if it's to get her a ring, I'd love to have her as my daughter in law" she stated.

Reeling back from her chair she stormed out of the house as she let anger cloud her mind and take over her actions, reaching their shared apartment she got in and was faced with a rather angry-looking yuta.

"Oh, you're back already?" He asked voice lacking any emotion She felt her heart fall as she realised the situation"I should be asking you that" she said accusatorily as she scoffed.

"I can't believe you " he yelled as she furrowed her brows "What do you mean?!" She asked calmly as she was practically fuming and she was trying not to lash out in her condition.

"Was I not fucking enough!!?, I gave you everything, my time my love heck I even stood with you when everyone told me you were just using me for money, guess I was a fucking fool" his words were like a slap to the face as she looked at him dumbfounded.

"What the fuck are you on about!?, You think I cheated on you or something!!" she yelled now getting angry How dare he accuse her of something he is the one guilty of

"Don't act dumb, My mother saw you, she saw you with the other guy you've been sneaking off to see" he unlocked his phone to show her the pictures which she looked at confused because they were of her with her cousin's husband, and heck she wasn't even alone with him sora was there with them just not in the pictures.

She wanted to explain that it wasn't what it looked like but all that came out was "What the fuck, she spied on us!!?" She scoffed as yuta looked at her as if she was crazy "You have no shame, does he know you're two-timing him? That youre such a slut opening your legs for every guy-" she cut him off with a harsh slap across the face which sent his face to the other side with the impact, red-faced he turned it around glaring at her with hatred.

Which she mirrored, while she felt more hurt than angry "How dare you ... I- can't believe it I should have known" Laughing incredulously she gripped her hair "You are just like your mother, the apple doesn't fall that far from the tree huh" "DON'T FUCKING TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER LIKE THAT!!" " fuck you" she yelled as hot tears poured down her face.

Storming into their shared room she quickly pulled out her suitcase and took out her clothes which she dumped into it and all her other useful belongings before leaving him.

Not forgetting to look him in the eye as she spoke "hope she makes you feel whole, since apparently, I failed to do so, goodbye yuta" Confused by her words he looked at her, not finding it in himself to call out to her, to beg for her to stay.

The whole pregnancy was a weird and lonely experience for the one she thought she'd be experiencing it with wasn't even aware she was carrying his child.

She remembers the way Sora had been there for her and so had jaehyun, her husband and their childhood best friend, the three had been inseparable since they were kids y/n thought of him as the older brother she never had and when he married Sora it was official.

And she was so thankful to them for putting up with her, she had refused to burden her mother by staying at her house, her being too old to stress about her daughter's condition.

Sora and jaehyun welcomed her with open arms and had been there for her throughout the 9 months every checkup she was accompanied by both of them.

And during her first checkup when she found out she was having twins she was beyond terrified taking care of one kid as a single mother was one thing, but taking care of two was beyond compare.

But now she could only laugh at the fact since she wouldn't trade either of them for anything, they were her world.

The day she went into labour was both funny and excruciatingly painful to remember, she had been quietly sitting in the living room, binging random romcoms as jaehyun walked in and sat down beside her.

"Watchu got there" he spoke licking his lips while eying the candy and popcorn on her side as she eyed him warily "Don't even think about it Jeong" she warned taking some popcorn and popping it in her mouth as jaehyun rolled his eyes "don't be such a hoarder, gimme some" "HOARDER?!? Mind your fat ass I'm eating for three, so fuck off and go bother your wife" she smacked him upside the head as he whined.

"Wait is that Sora holding muffins?" He whispered, loud enough for her to catch on as she whipped her head to look behind her which jaehyun took as an opportunity to grab a fistful of popcorn as she gasped.

"You did not.." She whispered staring at him as if he had just kicked a puppy "Oh yeah I did" he spoke with a mouth full of popcorn as she frowned deeply. Suddenly a painful contraction hit which caused her to grip his arm.

"Ow- fine, i'm sorry LET go- oh." His eyes shot up in worry when he heard her breathing pick up "Are. Are you okay?" He asked as she quickly got up.

"Fuck, this hurts" she cried out trying to walk to the nursery of her nephew where she knew Sora would be but halted when she felt liquid go down her legs.

"What's all the commotion about, jaehyun You better not have made her cry again- oh my god honey" Sora quickly rushed to her side as she cried out in pain.

"What the fuck are you looking at, go ready the car you dunce" she yelled at her husband who was standing there panicking "The car, yes!" He yelled rushing out.

As Sora quickly took the baby bag they had prepared for this moment and helped y/n into the car.

"Drop Chan at my mom's, and come to the hospital straight after," she told him as he nodded bidding her goodbye.

When Y/n was rushed inside she kept asking for yuta, god he was all she could think about at that very moment, "sora Please... Call him" she cried as Sora pursed her lips nodding.

"Pick up damn it" she hissed at her phone as the call went straight to voice mail "What is it is he not picking up?!" wailed out y/n as she looked at her cousin desperate.

"No, it keeps going to voicemail" "fucking hell, try his mother tell her to give him the phone" Sora quickly dialled the number and after a few tries she picked it up.

"What is it you, idiotic girl" came the shrill voice of the woman over the phone as Sora greeted her teeth "Where is yuta?!" She asked as the annoying voice laughed mockingly over the phone "At his engagement party, where else" she taunted as Sora yelled "Well tell him to come to the xxx hospital this instant it's y/n shes-" "Oh get over yourselves as if he'd like to see the face of that idiotic girl, don't ever call this number again or i'll have my lawyer on your good for nothing asses" she snarked hanging up on sora's face.

"Is he coming?" She asked staring at the older with a small bit of hope which disappeared seeing the look she received "Oh god!" She wept.

"Honey, I think it's time we take you to the operating room" came her doctor as she kept crying. Not being able to answer Sora nodded at the doctor "It's okay you can start now" and with that, she was wheeled away for the c-section.

When she had woken up the nurse brought in her son who had been crying She outstretched her arms as if on instinct to hold him and soothe his cries.

"Does he have a name yet?' Asked Sora as she looked at her sleeping nephew in her cousin's arms as y/n smiled tiredly yet tenderly "Seiji,.. Seiji Nakamoto" she whispered the baby stirred in her arms making a small noise that caused them to coo at the cuteness.

"Where is my daughter?" She asked the nurse who looked at her sadly which caused her to furrow her brows. "Your daughter, she is in the NICU" Y/n looked at her confused "Why is she there?" She questioned handing a sleeping Seiji to Sora.

"Your daughter when she was born didn't cry so we were doing a series of tests and checkups on her, the doctor found that her heart seems to have a defect" she continued as y/n sucked in a breath feeling lightheaded.

"Wha-what do you mean, I- I was sure both of the babies were healthy, I made sure of it Why" Just then the doctor came in as the nurse explained to him what was happening.

"Ms.kim, you see your daughter has a defect called Coarctation of the aorta a critical congenital heart defect, it's when a part of the aorta is narrower than usual. The defect occurs when a baby’s aorta does not form correctly as the baby grows and develops during pregnancy."

All she could do was cry as she took in the information "Can I see her?" She asked as the doctor tilted his head as if in sympathy "Please?!" She begged as he sighed "Okay, prep her and take her to the NICU nurse Jang" The nurse nodded and helped her off the bed, she was still in recovery from the c-section after all.

When she went to the NICU looking at her baby attached to all these wires made her almost lose her balance as she sobbed at the sight of her "Mommy is sorry for not being able to make your heart properly" she whispered as the nurse looked at her in pity.

"Your name is shiho, and i'll make sure nothing breaks your heart" and with one final look, she went back to her room.

It was the day of the wedding and y/n stood in the garden as it was filled with the chattering of guests as they arrived, greeting Yuta's father and him and congratulating him.

She felt overwhelmed and the fact that she stood here on the sidelines waiting for the wedding to start, to watch the man she still somehow loved swoop another in his arms and say vows to.

She couldn't take it, feeling nauseous She went inside, trying to find the restroom she wandered off, Opening random doors she stumbled into a bedroom, where sat his mother in a wheelchair, looking out the window straight at the altar where her son stood.

Hearing someone walk in she turned around and was faced with her standing there "I-I was just leaving" she stated turning around "No, wait, please" Hearing the pathetic tone of the woman whose voice used to make anyone cower caused her to halt.

"I want to talk" "Well I don't" She once again went ahead, almost out the door but stopped hearing the words that left the woman's mouth "i'm sorry" she cried out as Y/n stormed in, fuming as angry tears stung her eyes.

"You're sorry?!! For what? Huh, for treating me like shit for 4 fucking years, making me feel so fucking small just because I didn't have a father, or enough money to be deserving of your son?!, yeah well it's too late for that"I seethed as if the old frail woman in front of me pursed her lips.

"I didn't know about the kids, I swear whatever I did it was for the good of my son and his future " she cried out as y/n's lips trembled.

"Yeah well your actions caused my kids to grow up without a father, just like their mother, I hope you're fucking happy" Her voice was filled with all the pain she was feeling right now as the woman in front of her could only look down in shame.

After all, it was after 4 whole years did she showed up wanting to meet her grandkids, begging for her to hear her out but y/n's wounds were fresh and she wasn't going to let her rub salt all over them.

She had heard about her accident, and a small part of her thought she deserved it but the part of her raised by her mother that was taught nothing but love and empathy felt awful for thinking so.

Exiting the room she was faced with everyone running around the house "What happened?!" She asked one of the maids "The bride has run away, and we can't seem to find her " Worried she looked at yuta's father whose eyes found hers.

"You!" He bellowed as she looked around pointing to herself confused as he approached her "Please help me out here, and from the looks of her letter she isn't coming back, The garden is filled with guests, and this would be bad for my son's reputation as the new CEO".

"You can't be suggesting, what I think you are suggesting" She laughed incredulously but stopped when she saw the look on his face "Oh you're serious ..." Confused she looked at the older man who took her hands as a way of appealing to her as she pursed her lips.

"That is ridiculous, I can't just marry your son, I mean what if im already married!!" She screeched, her voice getting high-pitched and squeaky as the older looked down at her hands "Are you?" He quirked a brow as she looked away embarrassed.

"No" she answered as he sighed "So please, I- i'll give you anything you want, money, a house ANYTHING just please save my son a lifetime of embarrassment" She was going to decline straight away but the desperation in his eyes and the shake of his voice caused her to give in.

"Oh thank you dear," he gave her hands a thankful squeeze as the maids quickly rushed her into the room Jieun was supposed to be getting ready in.

When yuta looked at the back door of the house open he let out a sigh of relief seeing as the guests had started murmuring amongst themselves, which had caused him to get anxious.

But seeing as she was walking down the aisle beside his father confused him, after all, they weren't that close and the veil was rather heavy, shielding her entire face.

When her soft hand grasped his firm one he found out that the woman in front of him wasn't his fiancè but rather the woman who still owned his heart, his father quickly whispered something to the officiant who furrowed his brows but nodded nonetheless.

There weren't any heartfelt vows exchanged aside from the mandatory ones "Do you nakamoto yuta take Kim y/n as your rightfully wedded wife?" Yuta felt his heart jump hearing that as he felt a lump form in his throat until he felt his best man nudge him.

"I- I do" he managed to let out as the officiant looked at her "Do you kim y/n take Nakamoto Yuta as your rightfully wedded husband?" "I-" she paused staring at his face which was void of any emotion, feeling a whirlwind of emotions she contemplated if she did the shiho could have better treatments that she couldn't afford on her own.

Sucking in a deep breath" I do" she let out shakily as the officiant nodded "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride" and she felt her heartbeat pick up abruptly.

She was about to make an excuse, anything to get out of this but stopped as her eyebrows jumped up feeling her veil being lifted as yuta's hollow eyes stared right into her shaky ones.

Gently he grabbed her chin and captured her lips in a direct kiss as her heartbeat slowed down, she didn't even realise that she was tearing up until she felt him wipe away the ones that escaped.

Everyone clapped and congratulated the newly married couple as they both thanked them all with fake smiles "When are you going on your honeymoon?" Questioned his friend's wife as she came to congratulate them y/n pursed her lips and looked at him as his grip tightened around her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh as she tried not to show the fact that it hurt.

"Oh, we already have our tickets to our flight to Milan, which is in 2 days" The woman cooed at how romantic that was as y/n nodded along, excusing herself as she went to sit down as his father approached her.

"I don't know how to thank you, really" she sighed looking at him "Well you can start by paying for my daughter's treatment" She gave him a tight-lipped smile as he looked dumbfounded "YOU HAVE A KID?!" He whispered yelling as she rolled her eyes "Yell it out to the whole world why don't you" she hissed as he smiled apologetically.

"I have two kids, twins a boy named Seiji and a girl named shiho" she added smiling softly remembering her kids "Damn, I indirectly got grandkids..." He whispered to himself but she caught it and felt her heart pinch Ohh only if you knew" she sadly smiled looking at her "husband" who was conversing with the guest, stiff as a board, "god doesn't know what to do with that boy, he acts like he's 50" grumbled the old man as he looked at his son.

Y/n snorted "he wasn't always like that" she stated but seeing him whip his head in her direction she widened her eyes " I KNEW IT!!" he yelled triumphantly as she looked at him horrified.

"You do know each other" he wiggled his eyebrows as she stumbled over her words "You're hallucinating-" "I have 55 years of experience on you girl, don't test me" he fixed her with a stare which meant "spill the beans willingly or I will get them spilt somehow, and it will be hella messy" rubbing her forehead she stared at the old man pouting "you guy's are so alike, it's kinda annoying" "oh and so I've been told" he gave her a shit-eating grin as she started telling him about everything, minus the fact that Seiji and shiho were yuta's kids of course.

"Wait, wait... So you're the ex-girlfriend that cheated on him?!?" He gasped out as she bit her lip to stop the exphrastated scream that was building up at the back of her throat.

"Yes?, But for your information, I didn't cheat, I left. he just assumed the worst" she scoffed as the old man looked at her confused "But... My wife told me that you guys broke up due to you cheating-" "Yeah well your wife also made me believe that your son was in love with Jieun and wanted to break up with me".

"That's not- oh oh my god what am I supposed to do with that woman" he sighed avoiding her eyes as she pursed her lips "im so sorry" he whispered as she could only give a strained smile "It's in the past now". " but you- you guys are married" "yeah well, I can already feel a storm coming from his direction, and i'll be waiting for the divorce papers that your son will be arranging to get rid of me" she half-joked as he sighed rubbing his forehead.

"Looks like it's time for the dance for the bride and groom" he whispered to her as she listened to the song playing, Make You Feel My Love by Adele, the very song they once danced to in their shared apartment on a long winter night, both clad in sweaters as they embraced each other, swaying softly.

The very night they shared unspoken promises about a future they weren't so sure of, too in love at the moment to care as they smiled feeling each other's warmth as they stole a few chaste kisses.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted by a hand being extended in front of her face, and she looked at the owner, "People are expecting us to dance" he whispered, in a tone that meant she didn't have much of a choice, looking at his father who gestured for her to take his hand she shakily grasped it.

His grip not being soft to calm her nerves down, unlike all those years ago the embrace wasn't warm, and the man in front of her wasn't whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he swayed her gently.

"What are you pulling hmm" he whispered against her ear, his hot breath fanning it as she felt shivers go down her spine, gulping she looked him in the eye "What are you thinking? For someone whose bride ran away, you sure are being a stubborn git" she gritted out as her arms around his neck tightened.

He smirked, not the slightest bit amused "How much is he paying you? im sure it must be a hefty sum for you to agree to be tied down like this, after all, you aren't the loyal type" he taunted as she felt her blood start to boil at his audacity.

"Hah!, So you do know how insufferable you are, of course, Your daddy dearest offered me a lot just for me to put on a show tonight" she purred bringing her face dangerously close to his as his smile faltered a little as he felt his neck get hot.

"Oh, would you look at that, the song is over, i'll get myself a drink now, later, husband~" Pecking his cheek she walked away straight towards a server holding the champagne glasses, as yuta stood there both turned on and angry as he watched her walk away from him.

"Yeah no wonder you never introduced your fiancè to us, she's so mother" whispered a tipsy Johnny as he swung his arm around yuta who fixed him with a glare which at the sight of him, he pinched his lips together and walked away.

"Kim, y/n you are treading dangerous waters" he mumbled, A smack at the back of his head caused him to hiss turning around to yell at the culprit, probably cussing them out to blow off the steam he was feeling on the inside.

"Oh spare the poor girl, she's just doing what I asked her to do, You should be grateful to her, not act like a barbarian. Interrogating her like that " he berated as yuta's stoic expression didn't falter, but hardened even more "You seriously trusted this girl enough to present her as my bride?!" he whispered and yelled as his father rolled his eyes rather sassily.

"Don't play with me boy, i'm not the one, I know of your history together. The past is in the past I feel like you both have a lot to talk about, maybe some truths to unveil, besides that don't act like you still don't have feelings for her, and from the looks of it, so does she" all yuta could do was listen as his father talked, after all, he respected his father a great deal.

It was later that evening when all the guests had left y/n had found herself standing in the middle of the huge manor, beneath the magnificent chandelier that looked like it could crush a dozen people in a heartbeat.

"Are you going to stand there looking like an idiot the whole night?" Came yuta's booming voice as he came down the stairs, now in a pair of sweats, most probably to get himself something to drink after a long day.

"Well you can't really expect me to prance around in this god-awful dress as if I know my way around" she hissed as he snorted obnoxiously "Ah right, I forgot you don't belong, here, don't worry you'll leave as soon as my attorney gets our divorce finalized " he spoke, words flowing out of his mouth as if he didn't really care if they did any damage, or maybe he was doing it to hurt her.

He did, the fact that he could barely stand the thought of having her as his wife felt like she had been stabbed and had bled out of all her worth, his words causing her heart to shut down as her mind went into protection mode.

"I need clothes," she told him as he finished his glass of scotch slamming it down on the counter he looked at her up and down, then swiftly turned around to go up the stairs, "Are you coming or not?!" He yelled over his shoulder as she ground her teeth from irritation.

Following him up the stairs she was faced with a long hallway at the end laid his room, stepping in he went straight towards his walk-in closet as she tried not to gape at the size of it "Here" he tossed her a random Tshirt and sweatpants, hitting her in the face.

"Real mature Nakamoto" She rolled her eyes as he gave her a shit-eating grin, similar to his father as she rolled her eyes "This dress has a really low zipper help me with it if you're gonna just stand there" without another word exchanged he approached her back.

Gliding his hand down her back, along her spine she sucked in a shaky breath causing him to smile slightly as he bought down the zipper torturously slow causing goosebumps along her body.

When the zipper was down she held her dress from the front in case it was going to fall off "What?! Turn around" she barked as she felt his eyes over her body, drilling holes "Awh, insecure?" He taunted as she seethed letting go of her dress as it pooled at her feet.

If he was surprised he didn't dare let it show as he gulped the building lump in his throat, quickly grabbing the sweatpants she wore, She turned around to pick up the shirt.

When she picked it up she started pulling it over her head "What is that!?" He yelled approaching her as she looked at him confused as she continued to wear the shirt until she felt him lift it to reveal her stomach.

"That scar, what the fuck is that and where did you get it!?" He questioned as she pushed him away "It's none of your business" she hissed as he scoffed "Right, I forgot you don't deserve people caring for you" Trying not to cry she bit her lip.

"Where am I supposed to sleep?" She asked trying to keep her voice from trembling as he looked at her figure clad in his clothes, which still seemed to affect him as he resisted the urge to grab her by the neck and kiss her hard until she was begging for him.

"The room beside mine" he mumbled waving her off as she didn't spare another second in his room, Walking out she went straight to the room beside his and sat down on the bed, just when her phone rang.

"Mommy!!" Yelled an excited seiji bringing a smile to y/ns face and replacing the sour expression on her face "What are you doing awake bub" she whispered as he pouted "shiho was annoying and wouldn't stop crying over every little thing" he whined pushing his face close to the camera as she cooed.

"Where is your sister now? "Asleep, she was having pain where her heart is" he spoke sadly, feeling his twin's pain as she felt herself go into panic "Chest pain? How bad was it? Give the phone to your grandma Bub" His tiny feet padding against the wooden floor of her mother's house could be heard from across the phone as she waited.

"Y/n, I heard the news ... Are you okay?" I'm okay ma, how is shiho, seiji told me she was in pain?" "She's better now I asked my neighbour Mrs Shin who's a doctor as you know, and she told me it was just because she was worrying herself so I gave her the pain meds you gave her and she's sound asleep now, Are you okay?" Giving her mother a small smile she nodded.

"Lemme talk to her granma" fussed Seiji causing the woman to chuckle as he took the phone "Mommy I made pizza with Aunt Sora today!" "Really? Did you save me some" he smiled sheepishly at the camera as Y/n fake pouted "Don't be sad Mommy i'll make a whole pizza just for you!" He spoke promisingly as she smiled softly.

A yawn broke out of his small mouth as she couldn't help but coo at him "Go to sleep bubs" he rubbed his eyes nodding "Goodnight Mommy, I love you" "I love you too" he ended the call as she waved.

"Wow didn't think the word love was in your vocabulary" came yuta's mocking voice as she pinched her eyebrows "It's too late for your bullshit, go sleep or drink to your fake ego' she hissed as he gritted his teeth.

" don't be such a priss" Gaping looked at him "Does he know how unloyal you are? That love doesn't mean shit to you" he barked "You don't know shit okay!" "Oh but I do know you, you're a materialistic bitch who's so selfish she'd choose money over love" "Take that back!!" She hissed as tears gathered in her eyes.

"The truth hurts doesn't it" "No wonder Jieun ran away heck any sane woman would, you're unbearably suffocating to be around" she laughed incredulously "HOW DARE YOU!!" He yelled "HOW DARE I?!!, no, HOW DARE YOU" she yelled as the tears she had been holding in started streaming down her reddening face "HOW DARE YOU, you- you act like you're such a perfect person when you can't even fight to keep the people you love in your life, you're just so unbelievably fake, it's pitiful, I feel bad for you. No wonder your mother felt like she had to set a path for you, heck she even chose the woman for you to marry, but you screwed it up too" she pouted faking sympathy as her frown deepened.

"You- you didn't even take one moment to consider that maybe it wasn't true, that I love you, gosh I wish you fought for me, for us, yuta All you had to do was ask!!" She broke down as his eyes softened, he tried to approach her but halted when she raised her hand signalling for him to stand there.

She picked up her ringing phone and brought it to her ear "Y/N honey!!, It's Shiho...GOD she- I went to put Seiji to sleep and to check up on her in case she was running a fever and she was barely breathing!!" "MOM!! what!?, Can you calm down and tell me what happened to shiho?" She whisper yelled trying to stay calm as her mother sobbed on the other line "i'm at the xxx hospital, they rushed her into the emergency room- please hurry Seiji won't stop crying" The call ended abruptly "Mom!?, MOM" she yelled.

"Oh god!!" Frantic she looked around the room, spotting her purse she took it and wore her shoes She tried to run out of the room but stopped as yuta grabbed her arm "Woah woah woah, where are you going in this state What happened!?" He asked in a softer tone than before seeing her panicked state.

"My- ... Our daughter she's at the hospital GOD yuta I have to go" she wailed as his grip on her arm loosened "Our... daughter?" He trailed off in question as she looked at him desperately.

Deciding to drop it he nodded "Let's go" Without question she let him take her to the hospital, The car ride was silent, she was silently crying the whole way while a thousand questions were running through yuta's mind.

When they reached the hospital she rushed in, going to the receptionist She asked "Nakamoto shiho, where is she-" "She's in room 503" replied the receptionist "And your relation to her?" "I'm her mother' With that she ran to get to her daughter.

Yuta stood there trying to process the bomb that had just been dropped on him "Nakamoto shiho...." He felt his heart squeeze painfully as he didn't know how to feel.

When y/n reached the floor she went towards the room stopping as she faced her mother who was trying to calm down a crying Seiji "MOMMY!" he yelled as he threw himself into his mother's arms sobbing uncontrollably.

Yuta finally got out of the elevator and was faced with the sight of Seiji crying in your arms as you were trying to calm him down "is shiho gonna die?" He asked while sniffling as his mother sobbed shaking her head as she kissed his forehead wiping his tears.

"No no, she's a strong girl you know, just like her brother, She'll be all better and we'll finally go on that trip you both wanted to go to" she promised as he stopped shaking.

Yuta felt his heart tug at the sight of the little boy who looked like a perfect mixture of him and you, Seiji pulled away to stand next to his grandmother as Y/n went to the approaching doctor to discuss her daughter's condition.

Seiji peeked from beside his grandmother at yuta who was already looking at him, slowly The young boy approached him "You're him" he stated looking up at the man towering over him.

Curious yuta bent down to be at eye level with Seiji "And who do you think I am?" He inquired softly while drinking in the sight of the smaller boy who was looking up at him with a deep frown etched onto his face.

"You're my dad, I know because every time I saw mommy cry she had your picture in her phone. She doesn't keep any man's photo" he stated as a matter of fact as yuta felt winded.

This little boy spoke like he was in his 20s, maybe he was more of a man than he was, standing up for the ones he loved, At least he got that from his mother.

"I am" he spoke, more to himself than to Seiji who looked at him angrily "Why did you not call my mommy, You made her sad" he spoke with such anger that he felt small under the little boy's gaze.

"I was an idiot, I took your mother for granted, but i'm willing to make up for the lost time," he spoke determinedly Seiji's frown dropped as he looked at his father with starry eyes.

"You will!?" He gushed "Even if it takes me a lifetime" he stated as Seiji threw his arms around yuta who held him securely, he felt all sorts of emotions all at once, peace, contentment, sadness and love.

Love for this little boy he had never met nor knew the existence of a few hours prior, oh he was confused yet delighted, walking with Seiji in his arms he approached a rather upset y/n who was close to lashing out at the doctor.

"What do you mean the catheter needs to be changed ?, She just got it changed 2 months ago, " "i'm sorry Ms.Kim but the catheter we installed isn't working well for her, Pay the amount so we can start the surgery".

Frustrated she gripped her hair as yuta approached her "What's wrong" he asked as she looked at him, red eyes filled with tears "They want to change the catheter even though they did it 2 months ago, I- saved up for that catheter god where am I supposed to get the money-" "what do you mean where" he asked confused as she looked at him baffled "hold him" handing Seiji over to her he stalked over to the doctor "i'll be paying for her treatment whatever she needs, make sure she's situated in the best room this hospital has to offer" "and who might you be?" Questioned the doctor eying him oddly.

"Nakamoto yuta, her father" The doctor visibly paled as he nodded ushering the residents and nurses along to rush the girl into surgery.

Y/n couldn't help but pace around in worry as yuta watched silently, Seiji had gone home with his grandmother when Sora had arrived, "You're gonna tire yourself out, quit pacing around" spoke Sora as she held the girl by her arm as she looked at her "you can't keep pacing around it's a 3-hour long surgery" she stated as y/n sighed nodding.

She sat down as yuta stood against the wall, Sora went to call jaehyun about their son, leaving a fidgety yuta and an angry y/n alone. yuta opened his mouth "SAVE IT!" she hissed as he pursed his lips looking at her eyes filled with guilt and worry "If you had just listened IF YOU HADN'T JUMPED TO CONCLUSIONS i- if you hadn't put me through so much pain throughout my entire pregnancy my daughter would have been healthy!" She hissed as he tried to calm her down.

"Y/n please, calm down you're going to pass out at this rate" he whispered trying to reach for her as she held up her hand "Don't act as if you care, for fucks sake when I was giving birth I still tried to call you, I wanted you to be in their lives even if we weren't together but you were too busy throwing a party after proposing to jieun!" She yelled enraged.

All he could do was listen as she talked, "I was the one who was there for my kids, not you! I was there when shiho was diagnosed, I was there for her monthly doctor's visits, and I was there when Seiji wanted to join an Academy for Soccor you told me YOU promised me that if we ever had kids you'd be there for me and them and YOU WERE NOT THERE" she wailed as he quickly hugged her cradling her head as she shook with violent sobs.

"I was so alone" she whispered against his chest as he couldn't stop the tears that escaped his eyes "I am so sorry, i'm so sorry my love, please don't cry, not over me please i'm not worth crying over, i'll do everything I can to make sure shiho is better okay, she'll be on the top priorities of the donor's list, i'll make sure you and the kids go on the trip whether it's with or without me just. Please don't cry" he hushed her as she stopped shaking.

After a while when he was sure she was better and Sora had come back, he excused himself to go back home for an urgent matter

Barging into his mother's room he found her sitting and reading a book, being a terrible insomniac caused her to stay awake for odd hours until she was too exhausted to keep her eyes open.

"Why did you do it" he calmly said as she took off her glasses and put her book aside, "What do you mean?, What happened" she asked confused as he gritted his teeth together.

"Why did you play such a cruel game with me and y/n I- I could have been there for her and my kids" he spoke hurt and guilty as his mother's eyes became teary seeing her son in so much pain.

"Why!! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME MOM" he yelled hurt and betrayed as his mother sobbed "I'm so sorry" "My daughter is going through surgery right now, I could have been there for her from the start making sure she was the closest thing to being fully healthy there is!!" He sounded so defeated.

His mother looked away ashamed "I thought what I was doing was the best thing! I- you're my only child I was consumed by greed of having to shape everything about your life to the point I didn't realise I was ruining it for you instead! i'm so sorry" she cried out as he couldn't find it in himself to look at his mother.

"Yeah well you're right about ruining my life" he bitterly smiled as he left her room, bumping into his father who had heard it all, he looked at his father's worried gaze for a second before exiting.

When he went back to the hospital he didn't waste a second being by her side as she was alone due to Sora having to leave. Unknowingly she rested her head against his shoulder as he held her hand, rubbing reassuring circles on it.

20 or so minutes later the doctors came out as they both got up "How is she doc?" Questioned y/n, still holding his hand that tightened in hers. "She's a strong miracle girl, the surgery went well and we were able to successfully take out the catheter that was causing her discomfort and replace it with a new one, we're moving her to a private room now per her father's request" he smiled patting yuta's shoulder as he left.

She exhaled shakily as she tried not to collapse on the floor, Thankfully yuta was there to hug her close as she breathed in his scent, the same mixture of body wash and cologne he used back then due to them being gifts from her.

The next day when shiho woke up she was greeted by her mother's face which lit up at the sight of her small smile a rather excited Seiji barged into the room, "Dad and I bought shiho so many raccoon-themed things, and a wife for her raccoon plushie" he gushed as yuta walked in running behind him.

"Woah, goodness those short legs sure can run" he panted as y/n tried not to smile at the sight of the two, Seiji already being open to yuta was something she didn't bother trying to understand, "You're just old" teased Seiji as yuta huffed "oh i'll show you old!" He said as he swooped Seiji off his feet, "Noo" he giggled as Y/n laughed.

"Look who's awake Ji" Seiji's smile widened as he approached his sister, Putting her new raccoon plush beside her old one he softly kissed her cheek "That tickles" she giggled as he did it again "I love you Shi," he told her as she smiled wide "I love you to ji" and the parents couldn't help but coo at the soft display of affection.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" He gestured for her to walk outside the door, following after him she stood in front of him as he fidgeted with his cufflinks, "I don't know where to start, I- know I messed up so much, I was blinded she's my mother you know. I always trusted her blindly maybe thats why I couldn't even find it in myself to even for a second think that she might have lied" Inhaling he looked at her emotionless face he continued.

"To be honest I was gonna propose, jieun had been helping me look for rings, and I wanted it to be perfect, I spent days looking for the perfect ring, and when I did Mom just dropped that bomb on me- I know me being anxious and insecure isn't an excuse but please if it takes me the rest of my life to make up for the lost time i'm more than willing i-" he got down on one knee as she looked at him both surprised and touched.

"I know we're already married, that our wedding wasn't filled with the passion it was originally supposed to have. Despite all that I want you to wear the ring I've kept all these years with the thought that if you came back I wouldn't care about what happened and was more than willing to spend the rest of my life with you one-sided or not I would have done it, that's how crazy I am about you, please my love give me a chance to be the father shiho and seiji deserve, and the husband you deserve" he finished off eyes glossy with tears, a small crowd of hospital staff had formed.

Y/n looked into his glossy eyes as hers welled up with tears "You're such an idiot" she whispered as he looked at her, they communicated through their eyes as he smiled taking her hand and sliding the ring onto her finger, it fit perfectly as said.

"Oh thank you" he whisper-shouted picking her up as the crowd clapped, "I love you so much" he stated as she smiled pecking his lips "I love you, I always have" She smiled "OHMYGOD, I DIDN'T JUST MISS MY CHANCE OF SEEING THE GREAT NAKAMOTO YUTA ON HIS KNEES?" came sora's loud voice as jaehyun and y/ns mother followed after her.

"Haha, very funny snotty" he stuck his tongue out at Sora who gave him a middle finger, they were well acquainted. "You must be jaehyun" he spoke bashfully as jaehyun smiled his usual dimpled smile "Yup, i'm the supposed man she cheated on you with," he said while smiling, but his tone carried a warning meaning "Do that shit again and i'll have your head" all yuta could do was smile and shake his hand that gripped his rather hard.

(2 years later)

Sora stood in the kitchen helping y/n make dinner "Genuine question, what happened to make him grovel you know" she asked gesturing towards her baby bump.

"The man has his ways, he can be very convincing" She grinned sleazily as Sora made a disgusted face "Gross, keep that information to yourself" she scoffed as y/n rolled her eyes at her dramatic ass.

"Do you all have a package deal with the kids or what, You're having twins, AGAIN" she inquired as y/n laughed "Is the booger monster bothering you, my queen?" Questioned Yuta as he came to stand beside her, instinctively putting his arms around her stomach as she couldn't help but smile.

"You!!, Out of the kitchen before I light you on fire like a firecracker" she hissed pointing the ladle in his face as he blew a raspberry "She's mean" he stated as Y/n laughed at their bickering, jaehyun came in dressed in a pink tutu and glittery eye makeup.

"What drag show do you perform at?" Asked y/n seriously trying not to laugh, but hearing yuta and Sora cackle like hyenas caused her to laugh too "Oh, that's a good one" Sora cried wiping her eyes as yuta held his stomach.

"WHY DOES HE GET TO BE THE KNIGHT, WHY AM I THE PRINCESS" whined jaehyun stomping his feet as Sora tried to catch her breath "Hush princess, go back to your tea party" stated Sora shooing him away "Princess Jaeya, knight yuyu" came the voice of shiho as jaehyun was dragged back inside by an overly enthusiastic yuta.

Y/n and Sora looked at each other and laughed "idiots" they snickered.

The end .

#kpopimagines #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct #nct127 #nakamoto yuta x reader

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cashcart1er · 2 years ago

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Red - Handed

I guess I have to post this because all my other stories won’t post for sum reason🙄

IF YALL LIKE DIS ILL MAKE MORE PARTS

Summary: When she got back home from Wakanda, Shuri surprised Riri with her old suit. A couple days after that, a new student was introduced mesmerizing Riri. Riri had never felt like this before and she never wanted this feeling to stop. Riri was so obsessed to the point where she became friends with her and stalked her when they weren’t talking. No one is getting hurt…right?

Warning:Ironheart!Riri, Stalker!Riri ,Student!Riri Student!Riri, cuss words,violence, and mature language

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It’s been about 2 days since Riri came back home from a brawl involving 2 nations which one was under the fucking water. When she did get back all of her projects and other assignments were done thanks to Shuri. Even though that was the case, her professors were going to be on her back anyways just like how they are right now.

“Riri I think you should stay behind and help me clean up this place considering you haven’t been here to help at all.” Mr.Aston was the worst of them all. It was like her IQ was bothering him so much he wanted Riri to be bothered with him.

The bell rung shortly after he spoke to Riri and they started cleaning up some paperwork and cleared the board that was covered with lessons that were thought today. “Mrs.Williams I must ask, where have you been? If I’m being honest, MIT has been quite bland without you.” Riri chuckled because she knew that he meant he had no one to be all up on.

“Sorry I left you without someone to bother” She spoke sarcastically making him scoff. “I’m just harder on you because you’re smarter than all these other students.”

“Yeah ok. See you tomorrow Jeffrey.” He gasped as if she was trying to kill him. “It’s Mr.Aston to you-” “Bye Jeffrey” She closed the classroom door before he could get even more annoyed than he already was. Riri didn’t have any more classes that day so shenwas headed to the garage with Kehlani booming in her AirPods.

“Let me go ahead and add this to my playli-“ before Riri could even finish mumbling to herself, someone rammed into her shoulder like they’re at football practice causing her to fall in the middle of the hallway. “Have you lost your fucki- oh my” And there you were.

Usually in any other universe, the two soon to be love birds would become friends for a while until the have that mind blowing first kiss but this was different. You see this girl was not like any other girl. There was something about her mocha colored skin and they way her lip gloss was smoothly glistening on her lips.

This unknown difference sparked something in Riri. Something lovely yet something…obsessive. “Shit! I’m sorry I’m running late to a class” This girl helped Riri up with her soft hands as Riri could do nothing but stare. The was a small scratch on Riri’s forearm which the other female took notice in.

“Damn and I roughed you up a bit. I’ll make it up to you” The girl grabbed a piece of paper from her bad and began writing on it. “This..is my number. We could go out to eat sometime. I’m Y/N by the way. And you?” Riri snapped out the trance she was in to answer Y/N’s question “R-Riri uh Williams” Y/N giggled at her stutters as she put the slip of paper into Riris’ hand.

“I’ll call you soon Ri” It was almost like Y/N spoke in a flirty tone..then again that could just be Riris’ delusions. Either way, this wasn’t going to be Riris’ last time seeing Y/N even if her life depended on it.

Once she got to the garage she saw her boy best friend Q which she met in an engineering class. “Wassup Ri! The fuck you been? You know there has been some rumors about you being up in Wakanda and shit” Riri didn’t even acknowledge her friend at first as she was still replaying the conversation you and her had until he hit her on her shoulder.

“Oh what’s up” He scoffed at her dry response even though that’s how she usually is. “I said where the hell you been lil nigga?” Riri shot a mean glare at him due to the name. “First of all, why can’t I go somewhere without you asking where I was and Second, don’t call me lil cuz’ ain’t shit little about me nigga” He chuckled at Riris’ temper.

“Damn my bad. I see you about to head into the garage. Can I see what’s under that dusty ass blanket now?” Riri scoffed at his unnecessary insult to the cover that used to hold the original Ironheart suit. “No it’s been shipped somewhere. Even it wasn’t, I still wouldn’t let you see it because what’s under that is a secret.

Q whined at the shorter girl’s stubbornness. “Man whatever. Anyways after you done with whatever you gotta do, wanna get sum to eat?” Riri grinned a bit at the gesture. “If I’m not busy then maybe” Q was shocked because usually it was an immediate because she had ‘better things to do’ but Riri was in a good mood.

“For real? Cool see you later” Riri was about to remind the taller guy she said maybe but he was already running off. After that, Riri went into her garage ready to rebuild her suit that was already in the garage? “What the fuck?” There was a note on the chest area of the suit catching Riris’ attention.

‘Repaired your old suit! (Without using vibranium) I hope it’s the way you want it. You still need to lay low though. Those officers aren’t too happy about happy about Ironheart being back on the move’ - Shuri. This made the shorter girl chuckle. she was glad to be back to her old suit and anyone tell if they saw how she was embracing it right now. “Alright let’s get you updated”

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A couple hours had passed and it was about 10:45. Riri wanted to sleep in her dorm today instead of her trusty workshop just to worry about being late to class the next day. I soon as she stepped out her garage there you were again. You looked beautiful where you stood as your curly fro flowed in the crisp breeze. Before Riri could even get more lost in your eyes, you began moving onto your next destination which looked like the dorm A center.

Riris’ dorm center is dorm B but it wouldn’t hurt to make a small stop right? Riri began speed walking so she could close the gap slightly but left it open just a bit to keep her from getting caught. Riri kept a close eye on you as she slowly crept behind.

SNAP

Then just as things started to ease through, a fucking twig snapped. Riri dashed behind a trash can before you could notice her. “Yo anyone there?” You asked but no response was given back. “Let me just get to my dorm” you mumbled continuing your walk.

After a second or two Riri got right back up following you once again. If she was being honest, when she found out what dorm number you have she didn’t know what she was going to do with such information but she was going to see regardless.

They were just about there to the dorms but let you slip away slightly when you cut a corner. Riri was a bit behind so she needed to speed walk a bit. “Slow the hell d-“

SMACK

Riri were met with your fist as soon as she turned on the same corner as you. She fell down from the blow wincing. “Who are you and why the fuck are you following me perv?” You saw Riri and a look of confusion doused your face. “What the f-fuck? My nose is bleeding” Riri acted as if she was clueless why she was hit.

“You were just following me what did you think was going to happen?” “I wasn’t- shit following you! I was going to my friends crib and he’s in this dorm center” Riri was partially lying. Q did have a dorm here but that was definitely not the reason why she was headed here but of course, you became apologetic falling for Riris lie.

“Im so sorry I jumped to conclusions. Here come to my dorm I can fix you up” Riri accepted the hand you held out for her so you can help her up.

Now you’re really in it deep

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hawkogurl · 12 days ago

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hi! fem ock coming right up! i cant guarantee it'll all be cohesive with itself or articulated in a way that conveys how deep i am in the world/characterbuilding, but i'll try. very long, lots of spelling errors. god, its so early i should not be up. this is incoherent. sorry.

So all of this started while trying to find fem otto fics on ao3, just in general (there are so few that the tag "Female Otto Octavius" combine searches with "Original Female Character(s)" "AFAB Reader" any other genderbent character, ect ect. hell on planet earth vibes.)

ive only found two, one recently got deleted, and neither were rosie/otto.

I adore Rosie/Otto. I adore Rosie. Hands down my top favourite marvel character across everything. which is a damn shame that she gets two minutes of screen time across two scenes, one where shes shown shes in a beautiful loving relationship with otto, and then fucking dies in the next one (thank you novelisation for including more of her). But rosie/otto. there are 175 fics currently. I've read most of them, including suffering through the machine translations of the ones i couldnt understand (172 in english, 3 in russian, none in polish). a lot of them are "Past Rosalie Octavius/Otto Octavius". I'm getting off topic

Otto is a woman here. Her backstory is much like that of the comics: abusive father, overbearing mother, bullied in school, that sort of jazz. So is her movie personality: ego, scatterbrained, devoted to her work and rosie only, and not always in that order. very, very tamped down temper.

So I envision her going to MIT. did you know that MIT and Harvard have an exchange programme where undergraduates can take up to two classes in the other school for no extra charge granted that there is no equivalent class at their home school? well I do! cause ive read the course catalogs for both schools in the years i imagine them to have gone there! I'm still cross referencing them to find an appropriate class that both Rosie and otto would take, or at least one thats related enough they could have a conversation/help eachother about. Did i mention otto's name is Odilia, or the german feminine form of the name otto? she still goes by otto though, in professional settings to avoid the misogyny that comes with being a woman in a science field, and personally because its fucks hard, yeah? anyways otto is 16 when she's accepted into the school. due to being younger than 18, shes assigned someone older to help her. its curtis! yayy! they become friends or whatever, not important. Curt and emily, i like to think, grew up in the sane neighbourhoot. curt is slightly older, and would often have to babysit emily. emily chose harvard because they have good business courses, and also the arts (photography). Emily and rosie are assigned roomates. rosie eventually meets curt through emily, and through curts concern for otto not having other female friends and knowing she's taking a course at Harvard, offhandedly asks rosie if shes willing to maybe meet her.

which she does. on the steps of the library. instant hitting it off. <3

now, see, otto is lesbian. very explicitly lesbian. rosie i headcanon as being bi with a preference towards women. it isnt an instant fall in love situation like the movie/book implies. otto is somewhat ashamed (thank you period typical homophobia), and rosie is sort of maybe maybe not dating emily at this point? (lesbian emily. not important).

now, ottos mother. in the comics, shes overbearing. she wants to be the only woman in otto's life, and goes out of her way to sabotage and express hatred for mary anders, which ultimately leads him to breaking off the engagement. my au is much the same, but rather its "mary doesnt want some man to take my daughter from me." Lesbian otto. there is no man. there will not be a man. (fathers still dead, and she expresses joy from it. not changing that.) so otto and her mother's relationship,,, never atrophies in that way.

Otto and Rosie keep in contact after they graduate (not together yet). they regularly meet up when they can. And over time otto slowly realises the feelings for her are not strictly platonic. due to the publics feelings in the time, Otto's fears getting together and so never acts on it. but rosie knows, or at least suspects. (emily and rosie are no longer tpgether. I might as well bring in norman at this poiint because he's important in the plot. Norman,,, isnt as much of a raging misogynistic piece of shit as he is in canon, not that he didnt have every single influence as he did then in his life now. he and otto, at the urging of curt—norman is 14/15ish (based on that one newspaper that said he graduated MIT at 18, timeline shit, yeah), and for the first few terms basically stuck to himself. curt, though the unimaginable power of being in several of the same classes, forces a tentative friendhship with him, which becomes more soild with time—anyways curt basically foces otto and norman to meet. time passes, otto and norman are becoming something like friends. and then, while drunk on something curt got, norman tests the waters by saying some really misogynistic shit. and otto fucking decks him. she wont tolerate that. and she panics because she doenst want to become her father, and norman panics because amberson. otto evtually apoligises, but only after norman does, but she says he absolutely deserved that, which has norman trying to outwardly not be a dick, to learn to actually respect the women in his life (its really hard to unlearn biases. i dont think he ever got rid of them, just shoved them down real deep). anyways through otto through rosie, he meets emily, and instantly pulls an otto/rosie "meeting you completed me" thing. in a queerplatonic way (aroace norman (dont kill me for that) (i will force the quarplatonicism in fandom)). he married emily to keep her family from setting up some of of arranged marriage deal, which worked out in the end. off topic again. continuing)

rosie's had enough, okay? dancing around eachother? she full on makes a move on otto... and otto's receptive! it takes some more dancing before they start dating in private. mary starts to get suspicious though, and begins trying to keep otto to herself.

Have you ever gained confidence in things you didnt think were possible? I think otto gaining the friendship of otto and emily and norman and rosie, lovely rosie, helped her learn to stand up for herself. and she did, told mary to fuck off or something like that. big argument. mary has that heart attack. dies in the hospital. uninportant maybe idk. havent thought this part through. but rosie and otto are now together!

and they love eachother. they love eachother so much. they move around for work (nuclear physicist), and people are all sappho and her good friend-ing up their relationship. eventually otto gets so sick of it that she corrects them. publically. with a display of great affection. and realises, she doesnt care what anyone thinks anymore. rosie of course supports her.

something something emily/otto/rosie polycule something theyre all in some weird complicated polycule sitaution. but otto and rosie are Together. same sex marraige is still illegal, as are civil unions, but with some bribery of osborn money (shady), manages to get them some benefits. Rosie goes by the last name of octavius on everything she can get away with. i really need to study up on legalities surrounding marrage and spousal privileges in the US

emily dies, norman spirals hard eventually says some really unsavory stuff to otto, rosie, curt, and did i mention this curt is closested gay? martin for genderbent martha. he insults all of them, cuts contact for a good chunk of time, still hasnt unlearned all his biases and prejudices, picks up some new ones, is the absent father of the year. you get the jist?

otto is like, 190 cm (6'3"~). tall butch otto. very pretentious in that charming way the movie goes about. keeps her hair slightly longer than canon, but not much. dresses the same. Otto's pissed at norman. i need to be clear, they are good friends, but also their worst enemies.

Rosie/Otto. infinate clean energy. this has been a dream for otto forever. oscorp is out of the question right now obviously for funding, so she starts going othre places. nowhere will fund the reactor, but the arms and their ai get a chance at life. she takes it.

i havent talked about rosie. she has so little screen time, so im basically building her up from scratch while being as true to what we got as i can. backstory wise, i think she and peter would get along well in the "how many funerals for loved ones can i attend in one lifetime" category. treckking through the loss, not of just people, but places and things. Czechoslovakian rosie. im throwing things out here at this point, but ive gotten attached to that.

norman comes back. he's less happy. internalised the businessman grindset. internalised that time otto decked him and uses that threat of violence as motination. Otto is still mad at him, but rosie, too willing to give second and their chances, tells them to play nice. i think at this point she and norman are treading on thin ice around one another. and that never really gets better.

green goblin happens. norman, gg, theyre the same person but not really. gobby's just all those inner prejudices and rage and unaddressed trauma given free reign. its what norman wants, deep down, but is too afraid to fight for. and well, gobby isnt held back from those pesky things like morals and ethics. (NWH making the green goblin a completely separate entity from norman was an awful choice. no, stop setting up the perfect scenario to woobify norman. he's awful, make him culpable for all the shit hes done! its more compelling! please, i know what im takling about!)

but before he dies, he does it again, and completely butchers all relationship with the people he cares about, and this time, otto's not forgiving him. rosie and curt go to his funeral, but otto? nuh uh. no mourning in the slightest. but she realises that oscorp, under harry, might be willing to fund the reatctor. and it does!

otto and harry get along awfully. harry's trying to be a mini norman, and otto hates norman, so it goes without saying that they would clash. but things work out. i think at this point otto is trying to devote everything to rosie in an attempt to quell the grief of attending the funeral of another friend, while still making sure nothing goes wrong with the contruction of the rector and what remains of the arms.

anyways canon goes as normal. rosie dies, otto is denying her fault in it, and the actuators are taking that and creating that lovely feedback loop of "i wasnt wrong, spidey just sabotaged me. i can, i will do better."

i misread in the novel somehow, where otto is bying snacks from the newspaper vendor or whatever that she was 80% blind after the first accident, and didnt figure out that was referring to the vendor for some time afterwards. so,,,, mostly blind otto throughout this. uses the actuators as eyes. do you think that she gets so exhaused she just collapses unconscious, and the arms continue to work? i think she doesnt want to sleep, even beyond the arms influence, because she doesnt want to grieve rosie in her dreams.

it's all just one long elaborate tragedy, as is how i like my fics. The potential grief you could milk from all parties is wildly compelling. and also. femslash. you can never have enough femslash.

anyways genuinely sorry. i realised you wanted fem otto and lesbian relationships and ive just dumped... let me check ... oh wow, over 2000 words of sleep deprived characterbuilding into your askbox. have fun i guess. if you want any elaboration when im not so tired im seeing double, please ask.

Na na you are good I asked for knowledge give me knowledge.

Vey good. I approve. I'm still imagining Alfred Molina because most fat butch dykes I've met, including myself, look like that. Very cool. I will forever be a huge fan of how Molina Oak might be the only time in which people have been, en masse, enthusiastically and wholeheartedly sexually attracted to a fat person without their weight being made into a Thing.

You should make them take something super stupid together. Underwater basket weaving with the lesbians. History of Jazz with Sappho and her friend Doctor Octopus. Studying the Tain Bo Cuailnge with the dykes. I mean Otto already has Peter reading Yeats, Peter and them could reasonably both have read The Only Jealousy of Emer. Which has a remarkably similar plot to spider man 3.

Rosie, actively dying: bury your gays wow.

I think Curt should be a lesbian too /n

(I'll say this: my issue with gay Norman is mostly hey gang can we please think through implying that a character is violently misogynistic because he's gay. My issue with aroace Norman is more a matter of asking people to be sure to think through the implications that come with headcanoning a character who's callous, cruel and unfeeling towards his partners, abusive to his partners and his child, war profiteering, self centered and the like as aroace if they aren't aroace themselves. Not automatically bad, just an area where I think not aroace people have a responsibility to ask themselves why they think that.)

I do love the idea of tortured, melodramatic poet Rosie that's fucking awesome. Let them both be little weirdos.

I have gone on at length on my opinions on Harry having a complex around Otto because he's entirely capable of being normal around Peter, MJ and May.

Ignore the fact I put this in my drafts and forgot to post it.

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