#recordings and notifications and memos. the only thing missing is him

[echos-gal]

Picture this. It's been almost a year since Tech's death. His siblings are still grieving as though it happened yesterday. They hang on to all his things, never modify the Marauder in a way he wouldn't have approved. The wall next to his bunk is still full of equations in his handwriting.

They miss his frequent chatter - it's too quiet without him. Omega frequently tears up when she's flying the ship, his voice in her head gently reminding her to check the fuel gauge and brake status as he always did while mentoring her.

One day Tech's datapad pings. It hasn't gone off in a long time. On the screen is Tech's notification to commemorate a year's passing since Wrecker ate a full meal during their first evening on Pabu.

It's almost like he's still with them.

[space-mermaid-writing]

House Arrest [Loki X Reader] Chapter 2

Summary: You are Clint’s 'little' sister and actually a trained Shield agent. But you gave that up a few years ago and became a Chef, because you wanted a normal live. Then one day Natasha shows up at your door and takes you to the Avenger Tower for a while for security reasons.

Tags: Reader is an former Shield Agent, chef!reader, Reader Barton, 2012 Avenger vibes, everything is still alright, Slice of Life, Avengers Family, Loki has a good heart, still the god of mischief, Slow Burn, mention of food and cooking

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Chapter 2: Not the new kitchen help

You can now call a cozy apartment with two rooms and a nice bathroom your own. You have stored your things in the bedroom and are now looking around the tower. The living rooms seem to be spread over several levels. Either there are really a lot of people living here or they tried to keep a little space to avoid stepping on each other's toes all the time. Living and working together can be quite a challenge for some people. The floors above consist - judging by the signs - of labs and various development rooms. Most of it is probably technical stuff, but some of the doors also have concerning warnings, and you don't want to spend your first day trying to figure out if they're genuine.

You find the outdoor platform with the big A and see, then it’s connected to some sort of party or lounge room. There are several couch sets and a rather nicely equipped bar. Overall, everything is very spacious and you're sure you can walk around here for a few days without anyone noticing your presence. At least once, you think you've lost your bearings for a moment, but then you find your way back to the elevators. On the other hand, there was surprisingly little going on up here.

All floors below the living area seem to be offices, at least the names of the elevator buttons suggest that. You don't feel like visiting them right now, because the exploration tour has left you pretty hungry. The last meal was also your breakfast this morning and now it's almost afternoon. So you look for the room that interests you the most anyway. And you find it near the lounge: a wonderfully large kitchen with fantastic equipment. You explore it with interest and notice that it‘s visibly little used. Among the people and other beings here, there seems to be no one enjoying cooking. Saving the world probably takes up enough of their time. As you open the refrigerator, a voice suddenly comes from somewhere, startling you briefly at first. "Good afternoon, Miss Barton. If you have any requests regarding the food or ingredients, please let me know." You look around, but can't see anyone. "My name is JARVIS," the voice explains. "I am an A.I. and I am available to assist you." "Uh-huh...hello," you merely reply, processing this information. Jarvis, meanwhile, continues talking. "Welcome to the Tower. The other Avenger members have been notified of your arrival in a memo." "Okay, thanks." It‘s a bit weird talking to a room, but apparently modern technology has already reached the next level here. Hearing nothing more, you start inspecting the contents of the refrigerator. The result is quite sobering. "It's all just fast foods," you grumble. "Would you like to suggest changes in the selection?", Jarvis asks. "Yes! Please and thank you." "You're welcome to make a shopping list, and I'll have everything ordered." Why not? Regardless of whether a computer can really do it, you nod. "Okay." "A personal tablet will be calibrated for you. You can pick it up from Mr. Banner."

A few minutes later you find yourself in the labs on the upper floors. The sterile lit hallway reminds you much more of Shield than the lower floors. You turn a corner and have to go down some stairs that lead you into a large room. Here, tables are jumbled with various types of modern computers and equipment. Further back is a robotic arm soldering a hard drive all by itself with a quiet whir. It’s a dream for any technology enthusiast. From one corner, you hear typing and beeping, followed by quiet murmurs. That's where you turn, looking at the whiteboards on the wall along the way, where complicated calculations and drawings could be seen. Then suddenly, right in front of you, a hologram appears in the air and you stop, rooted to the spot. "Oops!" "Oh, sorry." A head pops up from behind a nearby screen and you recognize Bruce Banner. His face is always shown on the news whenever there's been a shot of Hulk. But now you're more interested in the hologram as you take a closer look. It shows a nebulous, pulsating entity. "What is that?" you ask the scientist. "We got some cosmic stones. This was in one of them." "It's moving. Is it alive?" "Living would be an exaggeration, but there is energy present. My name is Dr. Banner, by the way." He reduzes the size the hologram so it's out of your way. "Barton, nice to meet you." "Clint's sister, I read the file. He never mentioned you though." "I didn't want any attention, but didn't quite work out, I guess." Bruce smiles sympathetically and reaches for a cup of tea, which, judging by his expression after the first sip, seems to be cold. You ask for the tablet you came for, and Bruce looks around searchingly. There are a few of them in the room, but the display of one lights up, drawing your attention. You see your name displayed and simply conclude that it's the right one. Briefly you say thank and goodbye, before you go back to your room and start making a shopping list. Please fresh ingredients and please deliver today.

Afterwards, you browse around a bit. The tablet, like every electronic device in the house, seems connected to the main computer and to Jarvis. You pull up a few files on your new housemates and read them curiously. At least the parts that are publicly available. You also take the opportunity to look for your own name. Because even though you know that your records were officially destroyed when you left, you know that no data is ever really gone. So you're almost surprised when you find only a few sentences about yourself and not even a photo. Mainly it was about your and Clint's entry into Shield at a young age as orphans. You had received a pretty good education, which may have also kept you from going off the rails. Besides hand-to-hand combat and firearms training, your specialty was handling knives, while your brother took up bows and arrows. For foreign missions, you had also had to learn various languages and had chosen the widely spoken Spanish and Russian. But you didn't work for Shield for a long time, instead opting out of your career early on. It just wasn't the life you wanted to lead. So you changed cities and mingled with the civilian population. And before you knew it, your talent with a knife led you into a traditional apprenticeship as a chef. You enjoyed this work more than having to fight to death, and you even expanded your knowledge and skills during a year abroad in France. But there is very little of all this in your records.

You set the tablet aside and stretch out on your new bed. Normally, you would be in full swing at work right now. A glance at the clock reveals that it's already early evening. Rush hour in most of the restaurants. But here? Without a task or a plan, there's not much you can do. On the other hand, a little vacation wouldn't hurt you.

At some point, the tablet gave a soft ping and when you checked, it was a notification that the refrigerator and all the pantries had been restocked. By now you are very hungry and you heard nothing about a joint dinner time, so you decide to cook yourself something. Out of sheer habit and to avoid getting your clothes dirty, you put on a chef's jacket and apron you brought from home and go into the kitchen. There's a radio in one corner that you turn on. Jarvis really did get everything you had asked for. It was a dream come true. Now in a much better mood, you grab a pan and get to work. From the freezer, you pull out a fish, which you gut and fill with fresh herbs. It goes into the pan first. Then it's the turn of the potatoes, which are peeled, boiled and rolled in rosemary.

You're so absorbed in your work - you've just poked a knife into the boiling potatoes to see if they're already done - that you don't notice a visitor, who had entered the kitchen at some point, until he makes himself known. "I'll have the course menu and a white wine to go with it." Somewhat confused, you look up as you hear the man's voice and see Tony Stark standing at the sideboard across from you. He notices your look and returns it with a smile. "I didn't realize we hired a new kitchen help." You frown and take a sharpening rod in your free hand to sharpen your knife while not taking your eyes off Tony. "Oh, I'm not a new kitchen help," you clarify. "I'm a chef." "Excuse me. Then would the chef please serve me the course menu and a white wine?" The trillionaire indicates a polite bow, but you merely turn to the stove and take the potatoes off it. You then retrieve a plate from the cupboard. "Jarvis", you direct your voice to the computer, hoping it’s still listening. "Would you please explain to Mr. Stark that I'm not here to cook for him and that he'll have to order his course menu, if he really wants one, from the Chinese place next door?" "Mr. Stark, I'm supposed to-." "I heard her, Jarvis," Tony interrupts the A.I., eyeing you a little more closely now. "That does make me wonder what you're doing here, Miss...? Aside from the fact that there's no Chinese working next door." "Then you should make one move in there," you replay amused. As you do, you wipe your fingers on the cloth you've hung on the apron at your hip and prep your dish. Just as Tony is about to say something clever, the door opens and another person walks in. You recognize Thor at first glance. "What's that delicious smell in the air?", he asks, looking around curiously. You smile and point to the stove. "I was just cooking. There's still some left for you to take." With that, you want to go to your room, but Tony stops you. "Oh, he gets something, but I don't?", he complains. You shrug your shoulders. "He didn't want a whole menu." With that, you disappear through the door and go back to your living quarters. There you quickly change into something comfy and make yourself comfortable on the couch, where you watch an episode of your favorite show while you eat. A little company would be nice, but you don't feel like meeting more people you don't know yet. And you don't feel like searching for Natasha in this huge complex. So you’re fine with being by your own right own.

After dinner, you continue watching the show, but eventually you realize you're getting tired. It really had been an eventful and long day. So you quickly take your dirty dishes back to the kitchen. But just as you're closing the dishwasher, Tony comes back in and leans against the frame with his arms crossed. "So… you‘re a Barton." Apparently he had spent a few minutes of his precious time gathering information about you and then waited for you to reappear. "Surprised there's another one?" you ask with a smirk. He takes that as a sign that you're not holding a grudge against him. He pushes himself off the door frame and comes closer, now leaning his arms on the kitchen island. "Nothing about Legolas surprises me anymore. Met his wife and kids the other day. Nice family. Are you guys a whole circus?" "Not anymore." You shrug. "So, what’s your deal?", he wants to know. "You left Shield in your early twenties. What's normal life like out there? No one waiting for you to come home?" You turn on the dishwasher and grab a water bottle from the supply. "Life is nice. Often stressful, but I have to worry a lot less about getting killed." You don't answer Tony's last question. It's really none of his business. "That is when you're not being yanked out of that life and brought into the house of superheroes", you add. "You'll get used to it. Both that we're super and that we're heroes. I promise." You laugh at his words. Tony seems to be a real egocentric, but also a humorous person. "Well, let's see", you reply, "Now if the welcome speech is over, I'd like to go to bed." "I won't keep anyone away from their beauty sleep. Good night." You wish him the same, then head back to your room, where you make yourself comfortable on the large bed. The strange surroundings were unfamiliar, but not you don't feel uncomfortable and so you soon fall asleep.

[katsukikitten]

I love your writing first of all *chef's kiss* they make my day when I see you've written a new chapter. I was interested in an angst to fluff scenario with Bakugo and his S/O where S/O hasn't been hanging out with him as much and more with Kirishima, but the reason why is because S/O has been planning to propose to Bakugo. The proposal day arrives, but no one can get in touch with him. Maybe Kirishima or S/O finds him. Or you can resolve however, I trust you completely! Much love!!!

Distant

Ask and ye shall receive!

Bakugou wakes slowly, eyes leaden with the weight of sleep as late morning sun dances across his flushed cheeks. His hand instinctively reaches out for you but when his wide palm finds cool sheets he shoots up. His ears perk as he listens for two of your tell signs that you are home. He does not hear the steady stream of water coming from the adjacent bathroom not does he smell your heavenly shampoo. He sniffs the air further and the missing notes of robust coffee causes a small tug in his stomach.

He pushes it away with a harsh growl as he reaches for his phone. Angry that you have not been staying with him at his apartment lately, leaving early in the morning. Not making his coffee or singing off tune in the shower.

Not even lightly snoring away after an exhausting night of hero work and fucking late into the early morning.

You were treating him like more of a one night stand than your boyfriend of three years. He bites his lip before unlocking his phone, or even passing his finger over the screen as he damns himself for being so soft, vulnerable.

And all for you.

The two of you have been through a lot even since day one. Meeting at a new years party at Kirishima's house. He had begged Bakugou to come and the ash blonde filled out his obligation as the ruby haired man's friend but little did he know he was playing match maker. Katsuki figured not seeing his closest if not only "friend" for almost a year was not good for the friendship. But the two of them had been busy with their first years of Pro hero work. Bakugou especially quickly climbing into the top five.

Katsuki wouldn't have gone if he knew Kirishima was going to convince him to get drunk.

Especially wouldn't have gone if he knew you were going to be there. The two of you getting off on the wrong foot from the beginning. An assignment gone sour due to you both being too headstrong.

His one and only failure as a pro hero, it haunted him. No one else cared that the perpetrator slipped through y'alls fingers the first time. The second time Bakugou went alone and bust the whole drug ring thinking that would rectify his record for himself.

But it hadn't not even after six months and there you laughed with Kirishima, leaning close, *blushing*. And oh did that last part piss him off. How dare you.

How dare you have a grand fucking time as if you didn't almost "ruin" his career. Frankly he had enough to drink to confront you. Kirishima silently panicking as he dragged an extremely perplexed you into a half bath. He had meant to yell at you, pushing you against the wall as an asshole power move.

He had meant to really tear you a new one, to tell you that you needed to listen to your senior and not go off on your own.

That your injury could've been avoided had you just fucking listened!

Instead he kisses you, fiercely. Honestly not knowing why he did. Something about your flushed cheeks, half mast eyes. Plump lips curved up in a cat smile as if *you* were the one up to no good in every interview or assignment news coverage you were in.

Maybe it was how hard you punched him after that fateful day when he called you a dumbass even with your broken ribs.

He honestly had no intention to bend you over that vanity in the half bath, glaring at you through the mirror as you took him so well.

You rasping out his name in a drunken hush, trying so hard not to let everyone know what the naughty deeds the two of you were up too causing him to pound into you harder.

Wanting the whole party to know what a beautiful little slut you were.

And all flushed just for him.

He told himself that he didn't really care about you. That he was sexually frustrated and didn't realize it with being so busy climbing the rankings. That you were an easy fuck, a one time thing he needed.

Yet at every party he found himself gravitated to you, pulling you into any secluded room he could to make you his.

And you happily let him.

Until one day you pouted in the same half bath the two of you started this little arrangement in. Blushing furiously and not from his wandering hands or tongue.

*"Bakugou will you go out with me?"*

He tells himself that he only said yes so he could fuck you more often.

If that were true then why was he so scared to even check his notifications to see if there was a text from you.

"Come on Katsuki you dumb dick. Man the fuck up." He tells himself as he unlocks his phone to see a text from you.

Kitten🐱: 'Good Morning my King Suki. I went out with Eji 🚒 this morning. We are most likely going to be out all day. I know you have a shift this afternoon at the office. I packed you a small lunch and hopefully I set the coffee to brew around when you get up ☕. Much love ❤💋🐱'

He glares at his phone before sending a one word message back to you, knowing it will irritate you to know end.

'Again?'

Is all it reads and he know you will be furious. He slams his phone down before opening the nightstand drawer to stare down at the little black box that has been haunting him.

The same box he has carried on the last three or four dates. Somehow talking himself out of asking you.

That you would never want to marry an ill tempered, pig headed man like himself.

So boyfriend was good enough for now, that's what he tells himself as he slams the drawer shut. He rises making his way to the small kitchen in his one bedroom apartment to your promised coffee.

He is sourly disappointed to see a cup already brewed. The coffee stale by an hour or two and he curses himself aloud.

"Did I really sleep in that fuck all late?" His dark eyes find the time and the clock does not lie. He only had about and hour and a half to get dressed for his afternoon meeting and paper work.

He only hoped you be home for dinner tonight. He had promised to cook you your favorite last night but he made a meal of you instead.

He cannot help the irritation that grows steadier as the day grows older.

His shower seems colder than normal although the steam fogging the mirror says other wise.

His room much too quiet for his liking despite the music he was blasting.

A song you had suggested to him with the sly remark of knowing he would just *love* it.

Even his commute to the agency was seems dull as he stepped on and off the train.

Walking up the seven flight of stairs to his office. The door sticking like normal causing him to blast it off its hinges.

And it didn't help that you left him on fucking read.

Where the fuck were your cute 😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬🤬 emojis you would spam him with until he replied to the whole text? Where the fuck was the 'Suuukkkiii?!?!?!?' that followed the string of messages that he could hear in your whiney tone clear as day in his head.

He purposefully loses himself in backlogged paper work that the Director demand he catch up on now.

He hated reports. What was the point? You knew the end result!! Why add complicated details and play by plays when all one really needed was the criminal was captured, this is the quirk they use, the information they gave, and the organization they associated with.

Not that it was 12:55am and the perp was interrupting the dirty texts you were sending him.

Reminding him of all the things you were going to do to him.

He was in the middle of reminding you of the sinfuly things he too was capable of when the perp landed hard on the steak out he and Deku were forced to share.

Recalling the night had him picked up his phone.

Two hours.

Two hours you had left him on read while spending your fourth day with Kirishima on some "errand".

He hates to admit but it had him thinking something horribly awful as of late.

Considering you haven't been joining him for these light lunches at the often like you used too.

The past few weeks you've been aloof, so much so that you'd even taken your cat back to your apartment.

And damn it he missed that furball asshole who was finally warming to him. Lying on him when he was on his phone or batting at the food headed for his mouth as the cat perched himself on the back of the couch.

He didnt like you and Mr. Grump being at your apartment when you belonged at *his*.

"Kaachan!" Izuku all but sings, he lets himself into his office, "Finished with the report?"

"Deku why dont you ever fucking knock?" Katsuki pinches the bridge of his nose wondering how this day could get worse. He was tired of thinking of you.

Tired of feeling like he was constantly chasing you recently.

And tired of the read status.

Even this late as his key slides into the apartment lock two hours later than normal.

Further fueling his dark thoughts as his mind wanders back to that new years party he first saw you out of hero work. Blushing and too close to Kirishima for his liking.

Still no fucking message. Still no voice memo or even phone call to say you'll be late or that you've even noticed that he was late, by accident not out of spite, and that you were missing his cooking.

Jealousy plagues him as he flicks on the lights in his apartment. He grips onto his phone tight enough that it groans from the pressure before furious fingers fly across the screen.

Your phone pings out on the coffee table in Kirishima's apartment.

"No I think this is a bad idea. Katsuki won't like it." You say before picking up your phone, "I'd have to do it differently."

Blood pounds in your ears drowning out Kirishima's retort.

SukiDaddy💣💥: "Made it home. Don't come over for the next week I'm too busy to give you time. Don't forget about our date this Sunday like you forgot about our dinner."

You bite your lip angrily as you slam your phone down next to a black box carrying a black band.

The little box weighs heavy on your mind.

The week passes slowly but it does. Its Saturday. You've packed your bag, gotten Mr Grumpy's things together all waiting at your house but you needed one final thing.

"Kiri I'm so fucking nervous." You jump from the nerves as you grab onto him. Blush dusting your cheeks as he cannot help but smile at you.

A scene to play out at the wrong time as Katsuki stops cold in his tracks. He was on his way to the flower shop to grab sunflowers, your favorite.

But no longer were those in his head. No only the image of you blushing towards Kirishima while he beams back at you. He takes a step forward. Thinking of confronting you and his supposed best friend.

He changes his mind last second, he watches you pull out your phone fingers flying across the screen.

Kitten 🐱: "Five right?"

He reads the message and crushes his phone in his hands. Hoping to never see your nickname pop across his screen again.

×××××××××

"Baby! I'm here early. I brought Mr. Grump!" You sing song as you waltz into Suki's dim apartment. When he doesn't answer you figure he got called into the office for a few. You turn on the lights, humming your favorite song as you let out your cat. He stretches before trotting into the bedroom to laze on Katsuki's half of the bed.

Three o clock is what your phone reads as you prepare some last minute stuff. You aren't sure where Bakugou is taking you but you know you're ready. You set your body con black dress that you wore to the first new years party onto the plush comforter. Cranking the hot water all the way up in the shower before taking your time to get ready. Blow drying your hair, braiding part of it. Applying lipstick that matches his eyes and lining your eyes with dark liquid liner.

The final touch of slipping into your dress has you smiling ear to ear in the long mirror. Your heels give you an extra few inches in height putting you close to Bakugou's eye level.

"I'm ready grump butt and just in time too." You say as you pet caramel fur glancing at the clock. 4:45pm. You set yourself down on the couch and wait patiently.

Time seems to tick by slowly.

5:00pm finally rolls around and your heart gushes when you hear a jangle of keys and the thud of boots on hardwood floor in the hallway. But the footsteps seem to bypass the door moving on quickly down the hall.

You frown, Katsuki left your message on read and never really confirmed 5 o clock. Nor did he tell you he was called in or anything of the like.

He could be running behind.

But he has never forgotten to text you that he would be.

5:15 turns into 530 then 545 accompanying several text messages and missed phone calls that go straight to voicemail. At first rage slithered through your veins as you tried to figure out where your boyfriend could be. But as 630 rears its ugly head on the clock your feelings begin to change.

Now worry starts to sink into your muscles, causing a severe ache to form in your chest as your mind began to play out scenarios in your head.

Dangerous ones at that.

Finally you break down and kick off your heels, phone in hand calling Kirishima.

"Have you heard from Bakugou?!?!" You scream into the receiver in panic.

"Ah no I haven't. Is everything okay? I haven't spoken to him in about aaaa....a week I think."

"He's an hour and a half late you know he's very punctual." You rush as you shove impatient feet into black converse. Grabbing your keys and jacket. The ring forgotten in the bottom of your pocket as you rush out the door.

"Alright. I'll call the agency and Izuku. You look in his usual spots."

"Eji what if..." Tears burn your eyes as you jump over the railing of the stairs landing hard on the bottom floor.

"Y/N this is Bakugou we're talking about." He says softly, "I'll send Izuku and others out if they don't know where he is okay. He's okay."

"He better be." You growl, anything to keep yourself from crying.

630 quickly turns into 7, 8, 930 and you're in a complete panic.

No one has heard or seen Bakugou all day. You stop at the mouth of an alley way as the large clock in the city rings out the time. You dry heave as a sob wretches your body, panic full on as thoughts bring you to dark places.

Him tied in a basement, his quirk being pulled from his body or his body contorting into a grotesque shape as more quirks are added until he becomes a shell of himself.

Or dead.

Your eyes find the full moon winking behind whips of clouds and then it hits you.

There is one place you haven't checked. A place you took him months ago, dragged him really when you saw an article about a super moon online.

You break out into a sprint, pushing through the crowd to catch a train. A train that moved too slowly at 80mph arriving an hour later. You push the doors open jumping onto the platform running full speed again.

Shoes echoing in sparsely lit streets as you smell the cleaner air and little to no light pollution to better see the moon.

A spur of a moment trip taken in leggings and basket ball shorts.

The moon was huge, so much so you felt as if you could reach out and touch it. You turned your head to gauge his reaction and when you caught him staring at you, as if *you* were the reason the two of you were here.

Not the freaking celestial body floating in the sky by mere fucking chance of placement.

That was the moment you knew you wanted to ask Bakugou to be your husband.

The cliffs edge could not come fast enough, the street could not move under your feet fast enough as you propel yourself through the biting night air of fall.

You begin to see a silhouette of a man, shrouded in shadow by the large moon. The muscular looking body seeming to throw something. You sob pushing yourself on. Talking your self out of the possibility that that might not be him.

But when you see a spark fly from deadly hands, illuminating his face for a fraction of a second you know.

You'd spot those blood eyes and ashen hair anywhere.

"BAKUGOU!" You scream anger catching up to you as you skid to a stop a few feet in front of him. His hands now dangling over the railing.

"Where the fuck were you?!" Voice raw as emotions fist fight in the pit of your stomach.

"Where the fuck was I? Where the fuck was *I*?!" Bakugou begins to heat up but makes no motion to move hands still dangling, voice dipping down dark, "I know where *you* were and have been for the past month."

"What?! I'm not the one who's gone fucking missing." You shout stepping closer, "You're not the one who fucking got stood up!"

"I'm not?! Really?!" He shouts, turning his face to you, his eyes are narrowed to slits, "I'm pretty sure I HAVE been the one being stood up for the last fucking month. Left behind after a good fuck so you could hang out with Kirishima!"

You take a step back as his voice gets dark once more

"Do you call him King too *kitten*?" He growls and it sounds animalistic.

It also cuts deep as tears well in your eyes, nausea ripping up your throat before you huff out puffs of heated air.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The little box in your pocket suddenly popping to the forefront of your mind. You rummage clumsily by way of anger through the jacket gripping onto it had enough that the points bite into your palm.

"I was asking him for help!"

"For what?!" He barks, "What would you be asking him for help for that you couldn't fucking ask me?

Silence settles over the air before you produce the box, slamming it into his bicep, hot tears falling down your tender cheeks.

This was not how you wanted to do this.

These were not the feelings you imagined either party to feel when you asked him.

Not jealousy that is swirling thickly in the air as Bakugou's eyes widen staring at the box

"Wha...what is this?"

"What is it? It's a fucking box holding something that I got Kirishima's fucking help with!" You shout, box still pressed hard into his skin, hard enough it leaves an indent. He laughs a bitter laugh as explosions dance over exposed skin. He holds up one of his dangling hands, a diamond ring that he twirls upright for you to see better.

A nervous laugh bubbles up your throat before echoing around the two of you. You pull the box back to you with red cheeks.

"You're fucking kidding. This WOULD how this played out for us?" You laugh again, he pulls his hands to him slipping on the ring before you slip on his.

"You mean dysfunctional as fuck?" He says coolly, eyes falling onto the ring. He loves it, it matches him to a t. Not flashy, simple, a black band that shines in low light but would not catch the eye.

He sighs, looking at you painted in moon light reminding him of the exact moment he wanted to marry you as your eyes rove over the ring happily.

He grabs onto your waist pushing your back against the railing trapping you between a death drop and his deadly, hungry, gaze.

"Were you that impatient to be asked kitten?" He smirks as you blush. Lips easily finding that tender spot on your neck. You attempt to swallow desire.

"Did...did you tell Eji you were going to propose?"

He stills agaisnt your throat before biting down hard enough to produce a moan from your plump lips.

"Don't say another man's name while my hands are on you." He squeezes your hip harshly as he speaks husky in your ear, "Got it kitten?"

"Ah...Yes king." You rasp back before he grips onto your chin, leveling your face with his

"If I told him do you really think he would have let you get a ring and let you beat me to the punch?"

You laugh before shyly saying yes, he probably would.

The moon paints you in the best light as it always does, it brings out that twinkle in your eyes. The curve of your lips and hips. Bakugou leans in and kisses you slowly, savoring one of the first moment that would lead to the rest of your lives.

Knowing he will never doubt your distance again.

[soldierallen]

Married. 5

Summary: you're in love with Sebastian and you're one of his three best friends however he finds a women he loves and marries her.

Featuring: Chris Evans, Alexandra Daddario, Robert Downey Jr, Tom Holland, (Henry Cavill & Anthony Mackie on the phone/ in a flasback) Sebastian Stan.

Warnings: a very villainous Alexandra, probably a few curse words?

Part 4:

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"I'm sorry I called I didn't know who else to go to" she paced her living room, the quiet settling in Chris looking at her as she paced and explained

"Its okay I'm always here for you, you know that" he smiled a reassuring smile at her he knew she needed the reassurance when she called.

she hated asking for help she wanted to be independent do everything herself however that wasn't easy for her when she was always shy and an only child she never had anyone growing up until she was 11, met Chris they became the bestest friends then soon met Anthony, a year later they met Henry and Sebastian.

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"Okay I've made a big mistake a huge one" she looked at the four boys on the couch pacing back and fourth they followed her with their eyes

"What did you do?" Anthony asked

"I told my grandmother I had a boyfriend so she could stop setting me up on dates with her friends grandsons you gotta help me" she stopped pacing, her knee bounced up and down waiting for someone to stoop in save the day, crickets.

"Oh thanks guys FUCK" she nervously fixed her hair in an angry ponytail

"There's a guy I know that would love to take you" Chris said, the other three not following because well they didn't know who he was talking about

"I have a friend named Tom he owes me a favor" Chris said tapping his fingers on the arm chair

"You're serious? He's human right?" She asked

"Yes I'll ask him when I get home" she hugged Chris

A day had passed and he introduced them

"Y/n this is Tom Holland, Tom this is Y/n y/l/n" they shook hands "it's nice to meet you" "You're even more beautiful in person" Tom blurted out she blushed profusely he was a charmer.

"Whatever you need, I'm ready to do it no excuses" he said, Chris smiled at the interaction between the two they looked really cute together he hopes they make it far.

And from that day forward she knew the lengths Chris would go for her.

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"I'm having a mental breakdown"

"Did you tell him about alex?"

"No I couldn't get to that part! I said I'm not going to your fucking wedding and I stormed off - I yelled at him i told him don't answer that fucking phone let me talk to you he answered it and my brain let hell break loose he never chooses me" She finally stopped pacing looking back and fourth as she stood up her nail digging into her skin trying to pull the skin off, a nervous habit she couldn't help it.

"Hey hey hey, you're stressing over nothing okay" he got up quickly to bring her to the couch " y/n You're in love with this man since I can't even remember how long, you can't stop loving him I understand one hundred percent you deserve to be happy" he cuddled into her on the couch her head on his chest his arm around her "but Whatever you think is right for you, do it you know yourself better than anyone else what you decide is purely what you know is good for you"

she closed her eyes and pulled in a breath letting it flow out through her nose "I think it's better if I just stop talking to him all together, I'm delaying it only because I don't want to lose him" he nodded he knows once this all blows over she'll lose him for good.

"I know" he held her stroking her hair "If you think that's good for you do it-" the door was knocked on

"hide" she whispered to Chris he stood up walking to her room closing the door behind him, she stood up fixing her clothes she had one of those chain locks, she opened the door the noise of the lock chain locking the only noise heard she looked out

The devil herself.

She shallowed not ready to face another problem today.

She opened the door fully but not letting her in, "what now?"

"I know what you saw, you seen me at the coffee shop and Henry saw me check in I know both of you know, you're not going to ruin my whole life that I built with one phrase said to Sebastian, we love each other"

"You don't fucking love him, you're cheating on him for God's sake!! you've been lying to him for months we caught you" Y/n was done being scared of her

"Well daddy knows you're CEO, you wouldn't want to loose your job at the company? Right? You're the creative director of the company. You wouldn't want to loose this opportunity all on a bad rep."

"Don't play dumb games like this were old enough to know right from wrong"

"Don't play god and you won't have to play games, Sebastian will find out sooner or later but If it comes out of your mouth you've got a lot coming y/n, if I go down you're going down with me" she said her piercing blue eyes staring right at her, getting closer to her face. this is what she was afraid of Sebastian and her job, Sebastian was going to end things with her whether he likes it or not and Alex was going to get her fired.

"Tell me one thing, why are you leading him on like this why are you... destroying him like this Sebastian could have such a full life"

"It's like playing with toys, you have the one toy you love bring it everywhere with you show it off it means the world to you without it you don't know what would happen, but then you come home and you see that one doll you bought awhile ago it's not the prettiest in the bunch, if anyone knew you liked the old doll better they would call you a hoarder you don't want to be a hoarder so you throw everything out and only have the nice pretty thing in front of you but right behind your closet door sits the doll you've loved your entire life" She said in such a villainous tone, y/n was taken a back

"Go home you nutcase" and she shut the door on her face, y/n held her breath and pulled out her phone clicking the stop voice memo the notification popping up

"new recording saved"

"CHRIS" she yelled out

"What the actual fuck" the door opened to her bed room he looked like nervous wreck, she locked the door behind her

"Is this women a villain from a comic book Jesus Christ" Chris said Clearly distraught from hearing that story

"I recorded the whole thing" she shallowed showing Chris her "New Recording" on voice memos he picked her up and sprung her around "you're a genius how did you know it was her?"

"I knew it was coming so I've been recording whoever comes to the door since the past four hours" she laughed trying to regain focus

"You're a sneaky little person" he smiled

"I learned from the best" she said his eyebrows furrowed

"Henry" she said nonchalantly

"Oh" he said

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"Mr Downey could I speak to you" she knocked on her boss's door she saw him her nerves circulating through her entire body they never truly spoke he asked for the work she did the work designing helping her team approving it and he was given the final approval and if he didn't like it all the work that everyone put since weeks could be thrown in the trash all in 5 seconds.

"You have the designs this early miss y/l/n?" He was confused looking at paperwork on his desk & back up at her

"Uh no not exactly I have to talk about something important" she was at the risk of losing her job if she had the wrong thing.

"If you want a raise I can't give it to you right now" he said "No sir i- it's personal."

"Okay shoot?" He said giving her his now full attention, "sir I've been at this company for three years as the creative director you don't understand how grateful I am to have this job, to be in this community to have you the giving and loving man that you are hire me"

"Y/n You put in a lot of hard work it was a crime not to give you this job you clearly deserved it" he said very seriously.

"Thank you sir, I have made myself an enemy in the higher ups, Mr Daddario's Daugther.."

He nodded "that man does whatever his daugther says it's a dishonor for everyone who works for him" he shallowed fixing his posture a little "she's trying to get me fired, she's going to ask her father to tell you to fire me and find some kind of excuse" she tried swallowing her nerves which wasn't helping "I didn't want to come and do this, however I don't want to lose this" she looked around at his awards for the magizne they produced the awards for articles, a whole segment he did in the New York Times.

"Please don't fire me over a phone call"

He sat back on his expensive leather chair, he loosened his tie.

"I respect you I've always have but this...ive never respected you like this ever before" she tried not to show her smile but her eyes told a different story "you really want this job?" "More than anything sir" she said being very serious

"Well, if mr Daddario tells me to fire my best CD I'll tell him to stick it where the sun don't shine" he smiled standing up "Mr Downey thank you sincerely" she went to go shake his hand "nope this is a hug moment" he said she laughed and gave him a hug, she walked out she's never felt so powerful in her entire life it was only 4 days until the wedding she knew it was over today it was finished.

She laughed in the hallway jumping, she heard someone laughing a man she turned around it was Tom...Holland

"You're back" she said with a smile, they broke up for one reason only he was leaving to another country for a job in entertainment he was a director for movies and tv shows I totally supported him however we knew the long distance wasn't going to last it's been a year.

"You know every time I see you, you have this glow you get more beautiful every time" he smiled getting closer to her her face blushed she wasn't prepared for the compilment

"What are you doing here" she said gesturing to her place of work & trying to weigh down the redness in her cheeks "I came to see you, I know your friends wedding is coming I thought maybe we could possibly...go together" he said still smiling ear to ear finally face to face to a women he did absolutely fall in love with, she fell in love with him to but she knew it wasn't right for her.

"I'm going to ruin the wedding tonight actually" he gave her a questionable look "his bride has been cheating on him for months I didn't have the heart to tell him." "That's horrible" he said "I know, you still have the same number" she laughed "yeah" he said

"Call me tomorrow we'll catch up" they hugged, everything went smoothly the entire day it was great.

It was a late night coming home, it was one of those days where it felt like you want to just be alone sulk she had a mission though..

Stop that god damn wedding.

She changed out of her work clothes into normal clothes which consisted of a sweater jeans and sneakers, she made a conference call to the three boys "Its happening I have the keys in my hand and it's happening im freaking out" "Don't be nervous it'll look suspicious" Henry said "like Henry said chill we're gonna get through this together" Anthony said "I just I'm- I don't want to break his heart.. I never wanted to break his heart"

"His heart was going to get broken anyways" Chris said "Yeah but not by me."

At Sebastian's house

"Why is she not coming why won't she answer my calls" he said to himself as he brushed his teeth

"Babe who are you talking to?" Alex yelled out

"Nobody" he yelled back she came to the door and knocked on it he opened the door she wore a silk lacey nightie it's like she wasn't even wearing clothes..that was the idea I guess

"Baby what's wrong?" She said he spit in the sink "I didn't want to tell you cause I didn't want you to know, she's not coming to the wedding" he was really upset "who" she asked

"Y/n she got angry she was trying to tell me something and I wasn't caring I answered your phone call and she blew up on me when we got here, she screamed I'm not going to your fucking wedding my heart broke she's been with me my entire life I'm getting married to the women I love and she's not coming?"

Alex thought here's her chance to ruin it all.

"Finish I gotta tell you something" she patted his chest and sitting on the bed, he rinsed and sat next to her

"What's up" he said giving her a comforting look his hand on her leg

"I didn't want to tell you this I've been keeping this secret it's been killing me for months, y/n threaten to ruin the wedding because she's in love with you"

Sebastian's stomach turned he felt like he was going to throw up his nerves circulating through out his entire body

"What are you talking about?" He said his voice coming out shaky his nerves getting the better of him, this wasn't what he was expecting.. she's in love with me? He thought...why didn't she tell me why was she doing this

"She told me she's going go ruin the wedding and and - I don't deserve to be with you" her fake tears about to well up "I told her you're trying to ruin our lives at what cost?"

"For him to be with me, she's a psycho I told her if you ruin my wedding he'll never forgive you" her fake tears ran down her face he was soothing her through her "grief"

"I didn't want to tell you because you love her like your sister I wasn't going to ruin it for you I'm so sorry" she cried "Its okay I'm going to fix this" he stood up "what are you going to do?" She said wiping her face "ruin her like she did to you." He called her on the phone he was angry she threatened his wife? What kind of animal does that!

"Where are you" he asked trying to calm his anger

"I was coming over to you?" She said

"Don't I'll be there in 20 minutes" he said

"Seb what is this about?" She said

"Me and you everything" he hung up ready to get into his car and end his friendship with y/n.

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preemptive write-up

because not knowing that Maevia’s alt-self would just be named Vriska proved to provide us with Maevia in the first place, I’m going to go ahead and write out a little bit of something before seeing what exactly goes down between Karkat & John with joining the fight against Jane being brought up in a version of Candy events that just so happens to be hosted on a server connected to  ‘homestuck.com’

and if this seems a bit indulgent, well... It is candy.

I’m going for Flavors, not fibers :3

Remember how it felt. Remember what you did. Remember what you still can do... People are dead because you were to selfish to try and come up with a plan... And even though it is easy to see Karkat’s Eyepatch as a bold and striking look that reflects his leadership abilities, you know that a patch is just a facade. Put up to prevent everyone from having to see how badly you hurt...

... Jane could have fixed this. She could have done something to help heal the Troll who has gone on record as being responsible for not one, but two Universes being born, and not getting the chance to have any say in what goes on in it. Not without needing to struggle and shout the whole way... You know that under that eyepatch, Karkat is missing an eye. you don’t need to see it to understand it. ... That’s it. You’ll do it. You’ll get it over with quickly so that you won’t be able to have any regrets partway through...

But you’ll need a little help setting up. The Stage needs to be set for the performance. Karkat... he’s bound to have a map of every sewer line and Pipe on the Planet... locations of every media station and factory Jane directly controls... you’re going to need a little help figuring this all out... and a heaping helping of time...

But no help spelling it all Out. Opening night of The Ultimate Show is soon approaching. much sooner than some are ready for. But you’ve got tickets reserved for them...

And when all is said and done, your performance complete, you’ll never let anyone, ANYONE, know how you did it...

A Good Magician Never reveals their Tricks.

And this was going to be one Heck of a Trick.

The sun has just begun to set when you get the memo; John Egbert has been located; past curfew no less. And, even better, he has resisted arrest.

there is always so much to be done, but, you’re sure you can spare the time to see the live feed for yourself. This is going to be fun to watch.

Oh, is he trying to talk his way out? Tough Biscuits cake hater. Imperial Drones are Machines. they’ll record your last words for review after your execution.

The bullets go Clean-through him, and his body seems to fall apart.

Melting into so much blue smoke. A bit disappointing that he didn’t have the common courtesy to leave a body behind. It would have made for a good example. footage of the event will have to do, once properly edited. Make it seem like...

Hmm? Ah. just a weather alert.  now, where were you? ah yes. Make it look like he was fighting the drones. resisting a little, but not to well, since the drones are supposed to be unquestionably strong... but maybe have him blow a few rocks at them and cause nothing but dents.

The alert again? You thought that such trivial happenings would have been barred from the urgency limit required to refresh notifications in your office...

Wait... there’s another one... And another one? what’s going on here? Weather is usually calm this time of year. It’s always Calm.

Time to check the Doppler. what is up with this... this weather...

on screen, clear as day. Jane’s Base of Operations, Dead Center of the Eye of The Storm. Burning its gaze upon her, and her alone; the single solitary focus of everything that is about to happen... this isn’t an ordinary storm, is it?

... John. What did he do? What did he say? time to check those drone recordings.

...

‘If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.’

really? his last words were some cheesy movie quote? And an actual classic at that? none of that trash he normally watched. It was something that you could immediately pick up on.

... No... It wasn’t possible, was it? you try and check the Doppler again, but things seem to be happening... To much is happening for the Doppler to get a proper read on it. all it can show you is that there is a perfect Circle directly above you, where the air is deathly still. what about the news? you’ll see what’s happening there.

some stations are going through so much that they can only relay broken static that sounds like a Howling Organ, playing The note that Devastation plays to get in tune.

Others are able to provide barely enough visual information to help one recognize how far outside the scope of their mortal comprehension this is.

WHAT DID HE DO?

WHAT DID HE DO!?!?!!!?

Reports are flooding in on your desk.

All aircraft has been permanently grounded, the same panicked reports of loosing all control of their Path through the air coming in from all squadrons.

Quick! This station managed to get SOME footage!

It is of one of your biggest Factories, being torn to individual pieces. All while that damned Organ Howls in the foreground. The Organ of some unfathomably Powerful Beast from beyond anything tethered to Reality. A Beast that had ignored Reality as being beneath it...

A Beast that you now have the full undivided attention of... Was it worth it?

Was any of this Worth it? It could always have ended your entire World with nothing but One Punch. You are nothing to this power. 

... No. How could you be thinking this? it has to be some sort of trick. there has to be something you can do to combat this... 

Something must be able to Combat an Heir of Breath; one that inherits/Becomes Breath... Becoming the embodiment of an entire Twelfth of All Existence there ever was or will be, given Focus at a single point.

Maid of Life? as powerful as that is, nothing there. Page of Hope? Mostly next to useless at even the best of times. Rouge of Void? Maybe... Void always has a trick... but what kind of trick could they even pull?

Muse? don’t bother even finishing that one... What about the less likely? Witch of Space? no... she had trouble combating John even when she had the Power of The Green Sun. Your Space Force?! They could fight this, couldn’t they?... There has to be something... It can’t just end like this...

With The Entire Material world you traded everything else on this planet for being torn apart...

With everything you set in stone being put in Motion.

Your house of Cards knocked over with a single Breath.

With the World of Capitalistic Industry ultimately being destroyed by the Atmosphere of the planet, and not by the society that it inhabits.

... The eye is closing... Closing in on you. Your Home being the last thing to be returned to the earth, the beast shifting as it returns to its slumber...

... Is it over? ... Has the World finally stopped revolving?

Is there something Left? ... Anything left?

someone searching the rubble? good response time, coming to get... Oh... It’s, You... of course you would be involved in all this Karkat... Are you here to Gloat? Here to try and kill me yourself? I knew I had to kill you before you killed me. All of you.

... Where are you going? You’re not even going to say anything? We’re NOT DONE HERE!

...

but they were done there. There was nothing to be said. Miraculously, no civilian buildings were damaged in the Storm... with the exception of a single window that shattered when someone had turned the news on at full volume.

Nor was anyone hurt. despite entire ships being torn to scrap, even all the Pilots somehow landed safely without a scratch.

But all the Factories, All the military bases, all the stores, all the security cameras, all the billboards even... wiped away... Looks like people will be using Alchemeters for a while... and get to remember how much easier it is on everyone to actually use the access to free resources that they’ll have again.

... There will still be things of a political nature to hold over everyone, but... Trolls probably have some sizable bargaining chips against warcrimes that courts couldn’t be threatened to overlook anymore... And it doesn’t help that it wasn’t a troll that did this...

I hope you think this was funny John, because I’m not Laughing. I’ll get you even if it’s the last thing I do.