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infernal-fire · 3 years

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Long Forgotten

I am choosing to not use warnings. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with themes of infidelity, angst, swearing and sexual innuendos.

Summary: Your Steve isn’t yours anymore and you’re beginning to understand why.

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairings: Steve x reader and a surprise appearance ;)

Disclaimer: this is set right after Endgame

A/N: this story was inspired by @nsfwsebbie’s fic please don’t take him (even though you can). it was so damn amazing. i thought of how the situation would go under different circumstances, and added a more strong willed reader into the mix :)

i tried to proofread but im sort of posting in a rush so all mistakes are my own!

(This GIF does not belong to me)

Your head was nestled in the crook of Steve’s neck and his arms were cradling your tired form. Dried tears left your face feeling dry and your up do from the funeral was now tousled. Steve let out a heavy sigh and held you a little tighter.

You could fall asleep if it weren’t for the looming stress of returning the stones so you decided to bide your time by focusing on the super soldier’s unnaturally slow heartbeat.

“We should go, sweetheart. They’re waiting for me.” his voice broke the placid silence that had enveloped the room.

You silently got off the bed and Steve’s hand nudged yours, stopping you from reaching the door.

He slowly pulled you towards him and you met him halfway, face-to-face.

“I know things aren’t great right now. But we’ll get through this,” he spoke lowly as his large hands cupped your face. They felt rough against your supple skin, but his touch was as tender as ever.

You stared into his eyes for a moment before speaking. "I’ll come with you,” you offered.

“No,” he affirmed. His tone was firm yet a touch of softness was reserved in there somewhere, just for you.

“I love you Y/N. I’ll love you no matter what,” he said as he pulled your head into his chest and engulfed your body into his.

You reached the new, mini version of the previously destroyed time travel contraption Tony made. Sam, Bucky and Professor Hulk were engaging in light conversation that clearly, none of them were interested in. You look up at Steve, who was as tense as ever, clutching your hand like a vice. He let go and glanced back at you before joining Sam.

You knew deep down that Steve would never be the same anymore. Hell, after the Battle of Wakanda, Steve almost ended the relationship because the Avengers lost.

But the Avengers won this time, and things should feel different. So why did it feel like he was leaving forever?

You recalled the very short conversation you had with him about Tony’s snap.

“I should have snapped,” he sobbed.

“You’ve always been selfless your whole life. This was Tony’s time to be selfless, and you don’t get to take that away from him.” You hugged him and cried with him.

There was nothing else to be said.

How much you wished no one had to die.

He stood on the platform and nodded at Bruce before locking eyes with you.

Apologetic. He looked apologetic.

At the time, you thought he just looked sad. You assumed it was residual sadness from the funeral but looking back, you realized he looked apologetic for what he was about to do.

Rebuilding your relationship wasn’t easy. Tony and Nat’s death and the trauma of the battle were overshadowing both of your feelings. You salvaged what you could and life returned to a “normal” that never existed.

Being an Avenger means your living costs are covered by Tony, basically compensating for the missions. Only there weren’t any missions anymore. You were grateful but it meant that you had a lot of time on your hands.

You took up a job as a waitress and Steve continued running sessions at the VA with Sam. It was humbling to be serving people at a diner after fighting alongside some of Earth’s mightiest heroes. But you needed it. And slowly but steadily, happiness crept its way into the tower.

You didn’t see Steve around anymore though. You weren’t sure if you were even together anymore, aside from the forehead kisses and lingering glances.

You and Bucky set the table while you heard Sam and Steve banter over who gets to choose the movie today. Bucky chuckled and called them to eat.

There was relentless teasing, jokes being tossed around and big smiles everywhere.

“The nurse had poked him 2 times at this point and there was no blood coming out of him.” Sam laughed.

“So she asks me if we can do the other arm.” Bucky snorted through breaths of amusement.

“This guy pulls up his sleeve and the girl faints.” Sam howled as everyone doubled over in laughter.

You wiped a tear from your eye and you look over at Steve who was laughing as well. It had been a long time since you’ve seen him so happy.

Sure, he’d been distant. He hadn’t touched you since he came back. It had been 2 months though, and you wondered if you should try again tonight. You put a hand over Steve’s and he snapped his head to you. He gave you a small smile before slipping his hand out from under yours and picking up a napkin.

He needed the napkin, you told yourself.

You went up to change into something that he might find more appealing. You were torn between the red lace set or the black corset. You settled for the classic red lace and tied on a robe before heading downstairs to tease him a little.

“You’re going to tell her before you go right?” You heard Sam’s voice and broke your stride to the kitchen.

“She won’t be happy.” You swore it was Steve’s voice but it was a little too quiet to be sure. You silently padded toward the kitchen, standing right outside the entrance to hear better.

“Of course she won’t be happy. You went back to be with a girl from 70 years ago and spent 4 months with her. You sort of cheated on her Steve.” Bucky’s voice quipped at Steve.

You couldn’t be hearing right. Steve went back and got together with Peggy?

“It’s not sort of cheating, he almost got married to her,” Sam remarked in rebuttal.

He almost got married to her.

There was so much information to process. Your shoulder sagged with the weight of the news and you cupped your mouth before anyone could hear your sob.

“But I came back.” Steve countered.

“Do you love her?” Bucky lowered his voice and inquired.

“I don’t know anymore.”

Your chest heaved and eyes burned. You wanted to gasp for air but you knew if you breathed, you would let out the anguish building in your stomach.

Your back hit the wall and you slid down, not caring if he hears anymore.

In moments, Steve, Bucky and Sam appear beside you with startled faces.

You didn’t look at them as you got up and paced to your room. You thought you heard Steve’s voice calling after you but your thoughts pounded and clawed at the insides of your head. You couldn’t be sure and you weren’t going to turn back now.

He didn’t run after you. You had predicted that he didn’t want to deal with your hysterical crying which surely could be heard past your room walls. When you considered it, this new Steve was actually quite predictable; you knew he wouldn’t bother bringing it up to you until you brought it up yourself. Because he was a coward like that, you decided. All of his actions spoke for themself and the one true motive behind his cheating is cowardice. You don’t know if you would have been okay with him going back to Peggy, but if he talked about it, things not have ended the way they did.

After 2 days of not leaving your room, you knew that there was a better way to handle this. It wasn’t you who should be embarrassed; instead of sulking, you marched to his room with newfound determination.

You threw open his door that he didn’t even bother locking. Steve was mid-speech with someone on the phone, seemingly a conversation that wasn’t going his way. He seemed tense, his muscles protruding from the tight white t-shirt pulled over him.

Your jaw ticked as you shifted your weight onto one foot and rested on the doorframe, waiting for him to end the call.

“I’m sorry to cut this short. We have a lot to talk about but it’ll have to happen in-person.” he concluded the phone call and sat on the bed with his head in his arms.

“Seems like you planned it all.” you commented, trying to sound like you didn’t care. In reality, the wound was still very fresh. Even though a part of you had known that the relationship was over for some time now, you were only coming to terms with it now.

“I wanted to tell you before I left, but you were just so upset and I couldn’t …” he trailed off.

“All of a sudden you care about me? And now this is somehow my fault that you were too chicken to tell me,” you retorted, unimpressed with his answer.

“I have always cared about you and always will.” He got up and walked towards you. He cupped your face but you pushed his hand off, glaring up at him.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I admit I could’ve handled everything lot better but Y/N. When you told me Tony’s snap was his moment of selflessness, I realized that all I’ve ever done is be selfless. And I don’t regret any of it. But it was time I chose to do something for myself. Then I remembered Peggy and the life I left behind and I just knew this world would be okay without me so I chose to be selfish. I chose to be selfish, Y/n, and I don’t regret that either.”

You were crying now, and Steve reached to wipe it off, but you smacked his hand.

“You used to choose me. You woke up everyday and chose us. The day you decided you didn’t want this anymore, you decided you would just go ‘fuck all’ and cheat on me? You couldn’t have ended it like a normal person?” you questioned through your tears. Your vision was foggy but you kept wiping your eyes, trying not let him see your tears.

He sighed and let a few moments stretch on before he answered.

“We both know that this relationship was over a long time ago Y/N.”

You noted his use of your name and not the usual pet name ‘sweetheart’ or ‘love’. It saddened you even more to think that he doesn’t associate those words with you anymore.

“You’re a fucking bastard Rogers. You are the biggest coward I have ever met in my life. You may be the Captain America, but you are the biggest wimp in real life.” You could tell he was fuming because of your comment but you continued your spiel.

“I tried everything to make this work. The moment that the thought of cheating crossed your mind, you should have broken my heart. Because all you did now was rip it out and stomp on it before spitting on the what’s left-”

“I can’t believe you’re standing here accusing me of not trying to make this work. You know what Y/N? I fucking left Peggy because I thought about you and thought I could make this work. And then I came back and remembered all the reasons why this wouldn’t work and now I regret it. I wish I could go back to Peggy.”

“Go fuck yourself Rogers,” you muttered and turned to leave. “Actually, go fuck Peggy’s skeleton Steve. I curse you with every cell in my body. I hope you never get to see her again. I know you’re trying to go back,” you added before wiping you final tear, once and for all. There was no way you were going to shed another tear on this asshole.

Except, it wasn’t that simple. You did cry over it more, but if there’s anything you did right, it was making sure he never saw your tears.

You also found that post-break up glow up’s were a real thing. The lack of missions means you didn’t need to see Steve unless you chose to be in the same space as him. So you chose to make new friends and bring new light into your life. There was no dread clouding your judgment because for once, there was no impending threat on the future of Earth.

You cut your hair, you changed up your wardrobe and got as fit as you’ve ever been. Your friends made frequent stops at the Tower which eventually turned into dragging you into their bar hopping.

On the other hand, Steve was doing everything he could to go back to Peggy, just like you had predicted. You manifested his downfall. Hank Pym refused to let his work fall into the hands of the Avengers and Steve was having a very hard time convincing him otherwise. The final nail in the coffin was when Hank decided that Pym Particles should not be produced anymore. As long as the world didn’t understand the entirety of the quantum realm, no one should have access to something that could mess with it. No arguments could ensue because there was nothing anyone could say to change Hank’s mind.

As much as Bucky and Sam wanted him to go back, they knew he deserved it for everything you were put through. When Steve found that his friends weren’t on the same page as him, he spiraled deeper into regret and depression. There wasn’t much to be done in terms of world-saving, which is what he was made for. The person he thought was the love of his life is gone now. When the dust settled, he realized that you were the only thing that kept him going for so long. But now he lost you too, and there was nothing he could do get you back.

While you were out living your new life, Steve was trying to find a life for himself. He would see you around the compound and wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of your love. What he would do to feel that again, he couldn’t explain to anyone.

Your escapades were at an all-time high. You knew that single life is the life. Just when you finally concluded that all men were trash, Ransom came crashing into your life. Although he only reinforced this belief, this man wasn’t just any trash. He was your trash.

He was the mutual of your friends and you seemed to never be able to escape him. Moreover, your friends decided that you wouldn’t escape him.

The teasing and playful banter between you two turned into something more serious about a year after your break-up. Ransom was everything Steve wasn’t.

Steve was a gentleman. Chivalrous. Gentle.

Then you reminded yourself that he had proven to you that he wasn’t any of things anymore. Ransom was the exact opposite, but he wore it on his sleeve. After all the lies and cowardice, Ransom’s blunt and bold attitude was exactly what you needed.

There were moments you found yourself comparing the nature of the two relationships. With Steve, a lot of it was gentle and soft with some roughness around the edges. Life alongside Ransom was nothing short of callous, but that’s why soft, vulnerable moments felt even more extraordinary and special.

If you made a judgement based off first impressions, someone like Ransom seems to be more likely to cheat than someone like Steve Rogers. Upon deeper analyzation though, Ransom doesn’t have any skeletons in his closet. He doesn’t claim things easily, but when he does, he would go to any length to make sure what’s his, will stay his. Soon after you realized this, you began abandoning thoughts of comparing the two relationships.

There was a party at the Tower for Sam’s birthday. It was the first time in a long time that you were going to be around Steve for longer than 10 minutes. Doubt began seeping through your determination; how well would you fare under the pressure of pretending to be okay around him?

“Do we have to match, sugar?” Ransom whined from your bathroom.

“Why would you even go to an event as a couple if you aren’t matching?” you hollered back.

You heard Ransom grumble as the bathroom door swung open. The emerald green dress shirt with small gold polka dots complemented his eyes so perfectly. Ransom was about to complain again before seeing the look of awe on your face. He decided right then that he could suck it up for the night.

You were wearing an emerald green cocktail dress with sheer black net covering your shoulders, your sleeves reaching your elbows. The material was different, but the print was the exact same as Ransom’s. He couldn’t help but wonder why you put so much effort into such little things. He made a mental note to do something like this for you another time before wrapping his arms around your frame, burying his face into your face.

“Ran! My hair!” you squealed as you tried to push him off.

“Usually it’s me that takes this long to get ready. You trying to impress the Captain?” Ransom winked and sat on your bed.

“Oh fuck off.” you rolled your eyes and added the big bow to your half up hair-do.

“You look so innocent baby. How angelic would you look with my cum dripping out of your mouth?” he smirked as you dropped your mouth, looking at him through the mirror.

“My god Ran, this is not the time.” You shook your head and pulled him with you, finally making your way to the party downstairs.

You were breaking out into cold sweat for some reason. Part of you really wanted to show Steve how happy you were now, but you felt that it meant you weren’t truly over him. Were you making a mistake?

Right before you opened the door the common room where the party was ongoing, Ransom stopped you and looked right into your eyes.

“You know, as much as I’d like to make your ex jealous, if you don’t want this, I could think of a lot of other ways to spend the night,” he winked and you blushed. This is exactly why you liked him so much. There was no pressure to be anything but yourself around him. Even if you told him you wanted to go back to your room, there would be no judgement on his behalf. He wouldn’t ever bring it up as a joke either, because he just knew what he could and couldn’t joke about.

“Let’s do this, bubbles” you giggled. He groaned at the nickname and pulled you into his side with one arm, opening the door with the other.

One of Ransom’s many talents was making an entrance and this event was no exception. As you walked through the entrance, Ransom kept his head high and pulled you along with him. His confidence began rubbing off you and within a few steps, you stopped slouching. Straightening you back and tossing your hair behind your back, you bathed in the glory of the looks you and Ransom were getting. He took you straight to the bar, smiled at you and ordered drinks.

“You know, your ex was fuming in the corner,” he remarked as he sipped on his drink.

“No!” you laughed incredulously, unable to imagine Steve begin angry over Ransom’s presence.

“It’s true, look for yourself,” he calmly retorted. His eyes flicked to a corner of the room and you followed his gaze there. Steve looked away upon seeing you look at him but it was clear that he was flustered. Bucky stood beside him, entertaining a gaggle of girls, but Steve’s attention was clearly elsewhere.

“He’s actually pretty hot in person, it’s making me jealous” Ransom nonchalantly mentioned.

You threw your head back and laughed. Your doubts of whether this was a good idea were dissipating very quickly.

Ransom chuckled and then looked at you intently. You looked back at him, the high of the laugh wearing off because of his intense stare.

“I think I’m in love with you.” you blurted.

“You know, I’m glad you said it because I did not want to say it first.” he snickered and you playfully punched him.

“Ow! I’m just kidding, don’t go all Avengers-mode on me!” he fussed.

You pulled him into a tight hug. He peeled your head away from his chest to cup your face and give you a light kiss before whispering ‘I love you too.’ You started to tear up, thinking of all the pain you had to go through to get this moment of tranquility with your favourite person in the whole, wide world.

He cooed and kissed your forehead.

“I always got you.” he assured and pulled your head back into his chest. You smiled and broke away from the hug, sitting back on the bar stool.

“I think you transferred your lipstick because you have a dark red lip mark on your forehead.”

You groaned and frantically wiped your forehead.

“Hey,” he caught your wrist. “Why don’t we go back up and fix that?” His eyes glinted in the dim lights and you giggled like a schoolgirl as he pushed through the crowd.

In that moment, and every moment after it, Steve was long forgotten.

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27emailsicantsend · 5 years

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Ok so I read ur muffy second kiss fic thing and I got an idea but I suck at writing so I thought I’d ask you to write it lol but like the idea is that Marty is always trying to be the brave one bc that’s his way of showing Buffy that it’s ok to be emotional but one day Marty has a bad day and it’s Buffy’s turn to be the comforter (this idea might suck oop)

Marty’s Loss: A Muffy One Shot

“Yeah, ok, thanks for letting me know,” Marty said as he hung up the phone. He turned around to see all of his friends laughing and having a good time. They had decided to go bowling again, but it was starting to feel the bowling alley was jinxed. He watched as the rest of the world faded around him and his friends seemed to be in slow motion.

Andi was making jokes, smiling wide as she watched Cyrus roll the ball granny-style down the lane. TJ playfully smacked Andi’s arm with the back of his hand telling her to “cut it out”. Jonah was sitting opposite them, talking to Amber. They were having a light-hearted conversation. And then there was Buffy. She was so relaxed. Her black curls bouncing as she held herself laughing with Andi, TJ, Cyrus.

Buffy was so real and raw. Marty couldn’t believe they had already been dating almost a month. Ever since she admitted she liked him, she became more available emotionally. She was never really bad at this, however. She was honest when she rejected Marty (Marty shuddered as he pushed this thought away), bold when it came to standing up for her friends, straightforward with liking Marty, and he’d even seen her get teary eyed when she was afraid he rejected her.

All he did was joke with her or get serious, but never really spoke about what upset him. Even when he was rejected (shudder), he just pushed her away and moved on quickly to Rachel. Which he now acknowledged was an extremely bad idea.

Rachel was here last time and made the bowling alley an extremely uncomfortable place for him to visit due to the bad memories. He agreed to come though, in hopes that his bad memories would be replaced with new ones. They were new memories, just not new good ones, after this phone call.

He continued to watch from a distance when suddenly he saw Buffy smile at him and wave him over. He smiled and walked up to her. She placed her hand on his arm and quietly asked, “hey, everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. Whose turn is it?” Marty said quickly, faking a smile, hoping to brush past having to talk.

The kids understood he wanted a change in subject and Cyrus said, “yours!”

Marty looked up at the score board. He and Buffy were about tied (since it was obviously a competition), TJ was in second, and Amber was doing surprisingly really well. It’s not that he didn’t think Amber would be good at bowling... well, actually it was. She seemed a little preppy for his taste and Rachel was too. Rachel wasn’t good at bowling because “germs” and not the right color of bowling ball, so Marty was surprised Amber was taking to it so naturally and easily. He liked this side of her, she showed progress, unlike his ex.

Marty bowled a strike with no hesitation. He walked off the platform as Buffy walked on for her turn, saying competitively, “Weak. I’ll do better”.

Marty tried to be flirty, but he knew that his comeback had a layer of sadness in his voice. “Nice try, Driscoll”.

The gang continued to bowl a couple more turns for each person. Even in one game of bowling, with this many people playing it took forever. They should have split the amount of people into two teams to make it quicker, but they all wanted to be on the same game, so it took a lot longer. Because of the time, Marty started to get pretty hungry. He walked up to the food counter and ordered some taco tots, Buffy’s favorite.

While he waited for the food, he heard a voice next to him, “one order of taco tots, please”.

Buffy.

“Hey, Driscoll, couldn’t stand to see my score so you had to walk away?”

“Wasn’t that what you were doing?” Buffy said with a polite grin.

They stood in silence for a second and Buffy turned to look at him again. “Marty, are you sure you’re ok? You’ve been really quiet since that phone call. I can tell something is up”.

“Buffy, I promise, I’m fine. Let’s just enjoy this time with your friends, ok?”

Buffy bit her lip, contemplating. She nodded and said, “ok” quietly.

Both orders of taco tots were set on the counter and they both walked back together in an awkward silence.

Marty continued to watch and smile, trying not to seem too obvious he was sad. He noticed Buffy look over at him a few times and even thought he heard Andi and Cyrus discussing him and Buffy having relationship problems at one point. They hadn’t had any relationship problems so far and Marty didn’t consider this one at all. He was just sad and needed space and he wished his friends respected that a little more.

The game was finally starting to come to a close and so he thought everyone was going to be done. They all wanted to play another game, however.

Marty pretended to check his phone and said his mom needed him home, but that they should all stay. He walked outside and around the corner of the building where no one could see him. He slid to the ground, pulled his knees to his chest, holding them with his arm, and then buried his head into his knees. He began to cry. A lot.

He sobbed and sobbed. It was a quiet alley way, thankfully. The bowling alley was far from a lot of people and he was hidden behind a dumpster.

He couldn’t stop crying.

He didn’t really have thoughts except for how sad he was and wondering how this could happen to him.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps. He panicked, thinking it might be an employee and that he wasn’t supposed to be there. He wiped the tears off of his face quickly with his sleeve and stood up. The moment he stood up he came face to face with Buffy.

She looked at him tenderly and then wrapped her arms behind his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began to cry again. He sobbed into her shoulder. He didn’t feel embarrassed at all by this, surprisingly.

He was scared to be emotional in front of her because she already carried so much of that weight on her own. She dealt with so much. School, friends, Andi leaving, coaching... he just wanted to root her on and be a good boyfriend. He was afraid if he was too dramatic it might chase her away. That she couldn’t handle him being sad, because she already had too many emotions of her own and with her friends she had to deal with.

But this felt different. He felt a unique comfort in her embrace. One that said she wasn’t going anywhere- figuratively and literally. She continued to hold him until his crying slowed. When it started to slow down, he pulled away, their arms still locked in their same positions however.

Buffy gave him a small smile that seemed to say, “I’m here. I understand. You don’t have to talk, but if you want to. I’m here”.

Marty smiled at her and said, “thanks”.

She gave a polite chuckle and said, “anytime”.

Marty loved that about Buffy. She knew what to do and what to say. She knew her limits with him. He felt comfortable opening up to her. He had to at some point. He sat back down against the wall, extending his legs. He looked up at Buffy and patted the ground next to him, furthest from the dumpster.

Buffy slid down next to him, this time her knees to her chest, arms wrapped around them. She laid her head down on her knees, looking at him with sincerity.

Marty let out a small breath through his nose and looked ahead of him as he spoke. He knew that if he looked at Buffy, he wasn’t going to be able to keep his emotions in tact.

“My mom called. My grandma has been in the hospital the last two weeks. She finally passed”.

Buffy could have said something during the silence, but didn’t. Instead, she just kept listening.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do without her, Buff. I mean, I knew it was getting close, but I spent almost every weekend growing up at her house. Since my dad isn’t around anymore, she helped my mom to raise my sister and me”. Marty giggled. “She used to have a cookie jar. It had the same cookies in it my whole life, but my sister and I would fight over them every time we got there. We would race into the house. I remember grammy saying, ‘if you wanted the cookies so bad, you should have gone to the store and gotten them yourself, instead of running like heathens through the house’. Sometimes it had more colorful language than that, but you get the gist”.

Marty’s face dropped again. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, Buff. I am going to miss her so much. My grandpa is gone too, so now we have to clean the house, go through their belongings, my mom is going to have to do the work... on her.. own..” His voice began to trail as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Why did this have to happen?” He asked, rhetorically.

Buffy finally answered. She didn’t have to, but it helped. “I don’t know, Marty. I don’t know why these things happen,” she said as she scooted close to Marty, wrapping an arm around him. “But, what I do know, is that I’m here for you. We are all here for you. You don’t have to fight your battles alone. In fact, remember when we first started talking again?”

Marty began to chuckle, “yeah and I wouldn’t stop blowing up your phone? I had it so bad”. His face began to turn red.

Buffy laughed with him, “yes, you were pretty smitten, but I don’t blame you because I’m pretty awesome”. Marty rolled his eyes, grinning. “Anyway, that day I kept telling you I was busy because I was at Cyrus’ grandma’s Shivah. It’s a long celebration or ceremony they do in memory of someone who has died. It was a beautiful event and I think it really helped people to mourn the loss. What I learned the most from it, though, was that it was ok to talk about your feelings and to remember those people for who they were. It’s ok to be sad, but also don’t be afraid to remember her either. She would have wanted that from you, I know it. I also know she loves you very, very much and is so proud of who you are today. I couldn’t be more proud”.

Buffy learned over and kissed him on the cheek. Marty smiled at her, as a way to thank her.

“I appreciate you telling me that, really. I needed to hear it. I don’t think too many people will see this emotion out of me, though. That’s not really who I am and it’s why I kept so quiet today- sorry about that, by the way. Thanks for listening to me, Buffy”.

“You’re welcome. I can see how hard this must be for you and I appreciate you being vulnerable. Don’t worry, I’ll keep this between us until you’re ready. You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone”.

Marty knew that was true, and he knew she wasn’t going to run in and tell everyone what she just talked to him about. She was the only person who seemed to understand what it was like not to want to cry in front of everyone, because she didn’t do it often either. She was the only person who gets that.

#sorry this took so long to write but here it is!#andi mack #muffy #marty from the party #buffy driscoll #tyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #am #amber #jonah beck #rachel #fic #one shot #anon #ask #send me asks

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totallytubulargirl · 5 years

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Aversion (Donatello X Reader)

Rating: R for rusty crusty and dusty (lmao also for the sex)

Universe: 2016

Who: Donatello x Reader (oneshot)

Age of the TMNT: 19

Authors note: Hi! I have lots of stuff done but have been feeling really insecure about my writing so I haven’t posted any of it, sorry ! This was steamy to write also thanks to everyone in the discord chat for taking a look at the rough draft :P You can DM me for an invite link! Also I’m messing with the text to see if it adds to the reading experience, let me know (:

Summary: You seek refuge from the heat above ground but find the same heat between you and Donatello underground. He’s afraid to hurt you but wants to make love to you so badly, how will you relieve the tension?

It was a hot summer day, the ground was sticky and the earth seemed to be radiating heat from the skies and beneath the dirt. The city was the meat in between, compressed into a heat sandwich. [Y/N] hated to be out and about in the concrete jungle that was New York City with this kind of weather but she was seeking refuge, where she knew it might be cooler. She walked into an almost empty alley, skirt still against her thighs as sweat beaded down her neck onto her chest. She panted heavily as she removed the heavy metal plate that lay on top of the manholes. An old man stood at the back door of his small apartment watching the girl climb into the sewers, but it was too hot for him to care and too bizarre a sight for him to even know if it was real, or just an illusion that came and went with the heat. She climbed down the damp steel ladder, and almost immediately felt better. There was a light next to her, but the rest of the sewer was cold and dark. A good sign; usually lights meant sewer maintenance people with questions. She ignored the awful smell and stood a moment to catch her breath. Her lungs filled with the cool air and she felt better. She stood on a platform, looking around, just above the running stream of gross things. God I hate the dark, she thought.

“Boo!” Yelled Michelangelo, pouncing on her from the shadows. She screamed, punching his chest in self-defense, before she knew what she was doing.

“Ow!” She yelped. His plastron felt like rock and her small knuckles were no match.

“Are you ok!?” He covered his mouth with both hands, a little out of shock but mostly so he wouldn’t laugh out loud at her misery. She rubbed her knuckles and whimpered, although her ego was more bruised then her hand.

“Mikey!” She scolded, “what are you doing here?” He giggled a little before composing himself.

“I was riding my skateboard down here when I saw someone coming down,” he explained. “Sorry.” She smacked his arm lightly and he lost his composure, breaking into laughter once again,

“Oh whatever, you are not sorry,” another whimper escaped her thin lips. Michelangelo was still stifling laughter.

“Let me walk you to our place to make up for it,” he grinned. She intertwined her arm with his,

“Well it would only be fair,” she looked at him content in making him suffer by taking the long walk back. He slid his skateboard onto his shell, clicking on a light attached to his side, so they could see where they were going.

“So is it getting hot up there?” He casually asked.

“Unbearable,” she gasped, grateful to be underground where the air didn’t seem as thick.

“I’ve heard things are getting pretty hot down here too,” Mikey teased and she rolled her eyes. She knew he was referring to her and Donatello. She was glad for the darkness lest Mikey see her cheeks giving away her embarrassment.

“I mean hot enough,” she bit her lip nervously. It wasn’t that there wasn’t anything going on. “I know we’ve been dating forever,” she sighed, unable to explain it to Mikey. “But it’s really not like that.”

“Why not?” Mikey asked, kicking rocks at his feet as they walked, not really paying attention. She took a deep breath in preparation of the emotionally exhausting mess she was about to dump on Michelangelo.

“It’s not like we haven’t done stuff,” she looked down at her flip flops scraping against the damp cement in the dim light of the sewer. “We do lots of stuff,” she sighed hesitantly. “Just not it.”

“Oh, I know,” Mikey giggled, focusing on his rocks. “Donatello talks about it all the time,” he glanced at her for a second before losing focus again. “Trust me, he really wants to do it,” he said bluntly. Michelangelo was never one to keep secrets. She blushed but needed to know more. [Y/N] could hear her own heart pulsating loudly in her ears, she wondered if Mikey could hear it.

“I’m the one who keeps-“ she cut herself off before looking around, hoping no one else even had the chance of hearing her. “I’m basically begging him to sleep with me at this point,” she whispered. Mikey burst out laughing. “You’re rude!” She let go of his arm and smacked it.

“No,” he stopped, bending over to laugh. “I just-“ he wiped a tear from his eye. “You beg Donnie for sex?” He questioned her. She felt so embarrassed, hating to repeat it,

“Yeah so?”

“The thought of you begging anyone is ridiculous,” he couldn’t help it. “But especially Donnie?” He wiped a tear from his eye. “He’s such a dork!” He exclaimed, “I would betray my brother and have sex with you right now,” he chuckled, “and I still think it would be worth it.” She laughed, knowing that he was just trying to cheer her up.

“He’s just afraid of hurting me,” she said as politely as she could. Donatello was afraid that he would be too eager too soon, that she would never be able to handle a being of his size, and he would never be able to control himself. Mikey laughed some more,

“You should see Raphael!” She laughed, knowing that Mikey was just trying to get her to smile, or was he? She shook the thought from her head as they finally approached the entrance of the lair. “Listen,” he said, with steady eyes. “I know Donnie can be weird but you should remember,” Mikey crouched down and finally picked up the rocks he had been kicking down the sewer the whole way home. He suddenly took on Master Splinter's accent, “In matters of style, swim with the current,” he let a couple of stones go with the stream that ran at her feet. “But in matters of principle, stand like a rock.” He placed the heaviest rock in the water and she watched the stream run over it, but it sat, unwavering.

“Damn, Michelangelo!” She exclaimed, impressed with the wisdom he was able to convey. He laughed, suddenly himself again.

”Wait, what just happened?” He pointed to the inside of their home before she could say anything else, “pizza?”

“Actually,” she walked in, seeing Raphael and Leonardo sitting at the table right away. “Hi guys, I’m just going to go see Donatello.” She waved to the three boys and walked towards his lab, where she assumed he would be. She could feel her heartbeat speeding up and her toes instinctively curl in her shoes and she stopped in her tracks. What would she even say to him? She wanted him, she wanted him so bad she could practically jump out of the clothes she was standing in. She took a deep breath in order to slow her heartbeat down. She didn’t know what she would do or say when she saw him, all she was sure of was what she wanted from him. She forced open the rusted door that seperated Donatello from the world, the one that always kept him in his lab for so long. [Y/N] could hear soft muffles coming from somewhere in the darkened room. She stepped in as Donatello fumbled off of his chair, things crashing onto the floor around him, “Donnie!” She reached for him but he stood up, his shell turned to her. The door shut behind her and a table lamp lit the room poorly.

“Uh- I didn’t-” she could see him buttoning up his pants up and looked to his screen only to see a picture she had sent him of her in the bath earlier in the week.

“Donatello!” She exclaimed when she realized what he was doing. “This is crazy!” She approached him. He turned towards her, unable to make eye contact. “I’m here for you,” she blushed. “I can be what you want me to be.” She could feel tears burning behind her eyes but she refused to cry in front of him, especially because of this. She crossed her arms. Michelangelo was right, she shouldn’t have to beg anyone for anything.

“You’re everything i’ve ever wanted,” he said softly, still staring at the ground. “That’s the problem.” She took a step towards him.

“But Donnie,” she cooed. He knew what that voice mean as it had led to so many things before. He stepped back and fell onto his chair. She reluctantly sat on top of him, reaching into his already unbuttoned pants, gripping him at the base of his cock, and running her palms along his shaft. Her hands were damp but it came in handy. “I want you so bad.” He could feel the heat in her breath against his mouth. Donnie was afraid but he wanted her too,

“I want you too but-“ Donatello could almost fall for the hypnotizing way her hair swirled up and around his shoulder. He shook his head but even that wouldn’t clear away his thoughts, “I can’t,” he gasped as the tip of his cock poked through her hands again and again. “We can’t,” he balled his fists and his toes curled. “It’s a physical-” his head spun. “It’s a physical-“ She went for his neck dragging her tongue up his jawline as her hands went faster and faster,

“Please Donnie.” She whimpered and his heart swelled with need. She just wanted to try; he leaned back allowing her to spread her legs wide over his lap. Her pink skirt gave way against her thighs but her panties were stuck around her knees.

“Here let me just-” Donnie fidgeted with her panties before deciding it was ruining the mood and just ripped them off, “there.”

“Fuck.” She tried to hold back but she couldn’t help it.

“Sorry,” he feigned but could see the thrill in her eyes as she giggled slightly. Donatello softly took a hold of her chin, looking her in the eyes. “You’re sexy.” He smirked, driving her crazy all over again. She kissed him, slowly dropping herself onto his cock. She could feel his width at her opening and she could already tell he was way bigger than anyone she’d ever had before. With a slight buck of his hips, he broke her threshold.

“Oh fuck!” She couldn’t help it. She dug her nails into his firm biceps, grateful for the scaly armor that kept him from bleeding. His girth pulsed inside of her, pushing her to her limits, but it felt oh so good. She could feel his liquid against her walls, paving the way, melting like warm butter between them. She got halfway down his dick before she lifted herself up and down a few times for relief. She could feel Donnie tighten his grip around her,

“Am I hurting you?” He groaned, genuinely concerned but unable to put many coherent thoughts together. She bit her lip,

“No it feels-,” she let out a moan. “It feels really good.” She said, her face flush with desire. Donatello’s heart swelled with courage and he dared to push a little deeper into her, she slowed her hips down again and rolled into him, taking in all of him. She could feel a slight twang of pain but every other nerve in her body sang of ecstasy, “Don I think I’m gonna-” she raised her hips up and down again making him curse softly. “I’m going to orgasm Donnie.” She whined, trying to keep the rhythm of her hips slow but failing. He wrapped his large hands around her plump ass, grabbing a handful and helping her lift up and down faster and faster, “oh fuck.” She moaned, getting louder. Donatello could feel a warmth balling at the center of his body, “Shit!” She yelled as sweat melded the two into one, bodies entwined with each other and arms wrapped around one another. The heat she had been so desperate to escape manifested itself in her body. Donnie felt an explosion coming from within, as [Y/N] screamed her orgasm into the night. “OAH FUCK DONNNIIIIEE!”

He groaned as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, cum springing from him like a fountain into her warm pussy. He slipped out of her and she slumped against him, panting. She sat with, wrapped in his arms until their breathing matched in rhythm. [Y/N] closed her eyes, laying her head against his plastron as he played with her hair. She felt warm and safe in his arms,

“I love you Donnie.” She said quietly.

“I love you too, darling.”

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bvckysmanbun · 6 years

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Isn’t It Lovely [1/7]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: “So...what are we know?”

Written for the 2.5k Challenge by @wehaveabucky

A/N: So...this is the start of a new series and I’m really excited for it and I hope you guys enjoy it! All feedback is greatly appreciated and congratulations once again the 2.5k, Emmy! (I reference a lot of Captain America: the First Avenger. Adapted it for the use of the story, I do not own it)

Warnings: Just a little bit of angst.

Word Count: 1.958

Masterlist - Series Masterlist - Part (1) - The Triple Threat

Bucky Barnes. 1917 – 1944.

His picture one that brought a small smile on your face. He wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t stern. It wasn’t an image that captured him surprised, but it wasn’t one that he was necessarily prepared for. Her eyes connected with that of the black and white image of him.

His hair wasn’t in the usual slicked back style from before the war. No, it was after he cut his hair and the air, wherever he was, blew the short locks in every direction, as if it had known that he was getting his picture taken. You looked down and your smile grew.

Below where videos playing throughout the war. Little moments between Steve and Bucky. Bucky’s laugh where his eyes squinted as he tried to finish his sentence while bursting out into laugher. His eyes and nose did that crinkling thing you loved whenever you made him laugh after he picked you up after a shift at the hospital. The little head shake made your heart soar and your head hurt.

You couldn’t help but wonder whether he sounded the same, at least from the last time you heard him. Liquid velvet you had once told him when he asked once on why dames had been so attracted to him, outside of the physical aspects.

A sharp pain shot through your head and you couldn’t help the little gasp as you leaned onto the glass, your hand smack in the middle of Bucky’s face. Murmurs echoed all around you and your heart began to beat at an inhuman speed.

It hurt. It hurt to know that everyone thought they knew the lives of Steve and Bucky before the war. It hurt because they didn’t know the entire truth. It hurt because just like that, you were forgotten.

“Buck, please tell me you told Steve before you told me,” you called out to him as Bucky pushed through the crowd of people in the late afternoon. If your hand wasn’t on the crook of his elbow or if he wasn’t so tall, you would’ve lost him.

“Where’d ya think we were headin’, doll?” Bucky chuckled as they branched away from the crowd and brought you next to him as the two of you neared the theatre. The sound of a metallic object being hit against sounded through the alley and caught both of your attention. Bucky gave you a knowing look before he broke the contact between the both of you and sped walked to the origin point of the sound.

“I could do this all day.” You followed after Bucky, keeping your distance for when Bucky jumped in or pushed whoever decided to pick on Steve away. Just as the man’s fist was about to strike down, Bucky yanked him from Steve’s still figure.

“Hey! Pick on someone your own size!”The fat-head made the mistake of trying to fight Bucky only to result in a punch to the face and a literal kick to behind. The fool scrambled past you as he ran back to the main street. You turned your attention back to Bucky as he offered a smug smile, Steve getting up behind him.

You pushed past Bucky as he claimed how he thought Steve enjoyed getting punched. “You alright, Steve?” You asked gently as your hand enclosed around his small bicep. Steve wiped the blood from his lip with a gleam in his eyes and you gave him small smile.

“Seriously, Jersey?” Steve’s attention moved from your face to Bucky, eyebrows scrunching up in confusion as he took in the sight of the Bucky’s war uniform. Steve’s eyes went back to you. You offered a smile and mouthed “sorry.” Steve had been fighting to find a way to get into the army, he’d been figuring out a way to join the war and of course, of course Bucky received his orders.

Knowing Steve and Bucky for so long, you knew the look in Steve’s eyes meant that as much as he loved his best friend, he couldn’t help but be envious. He wasn’t envious because you knew before him. Steve was just…he wasn’t surprised that of course Bucky got his orders. It still hurt him nonetheless.

It was one of those things. Though it was the three of you, Bucky would rant to you whenever he didn’t want to offend Steve and Steve would do the same. You were made the group’s mediator by default.

“You get your orders?” Steve asked as he stood himself up, his tone soft yet firm. You watched as Bucky straightened himself out as a sly smile spread across his face.

“The 107th. Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out for England first thing tomorrow.” Your eyes settled on Steve, a small and sad smile on your lips. Steve looked at you, his eyes saddening. He knew he wasn’t the only one hurt.

Steve was about ready to excuse himself until Bucky claimed that Steve needed to get cleaned up. You raised an eyebrow as Bucky wrapped his arms over both Steve’s and your shoulder, twirling you around to face the alley’s opening. His arm stayed over your shoulder as his other one dropped from Steve’s.

“Why? Where are we going?” Bucky shot you a smile before handing Steve the newspaper.

“The future.” You looked over and read “world exposition or tomorrow.” You looked up at Bucky with a small smile.

“Isn’t this the one that Howard Stark is holding?”

“The one and only.” Bucky grinned as he kept walking. You glanced over to see Steve walking behind. Steve gave you one last before pointing at his watch. Your eyes widened as you pushed Bucky’s arm and rushed towards the open street. The cons of Bucky dragging you around? He always, alwaysdid it before you had to head to work at the hospital.

“I’ll see you boys later,” you smiled at them before hurrying off.

“Still need a ride from the hospital?” Bucky called out. You quickly turned around and sent a smile as confirmation before running off towards the main street that led towards the hospital.

New dress, comfortable shoes, the sweater you had from your shift and your purse. You had changed for tonight’s event, Bucky’s last night before becoming a soldier. Your eyes scanned around the area until you noticed Bucky and Steve strolling off the steps towards you.

You grinned to yourself as you waved back at Bucky only for him to give you a quick hug and walked past you. You tensed and looked at Steve, which he returned with the look, the one look you knew so well. Of course, Bucky Barnes set himself and Steve on a last date.

“Hey Bucky!” one of the voices called. You didn’t even want to turn around to see who it must’ve been. Steve stopped beside you before he offered you an apologetic look. He was about to say something, but was stopped when you whispered, “I should’ve known, it’s not your fault.”

You inhaled and exhaled deeply, preparing yourself for the night. This wasn’t your first rodeo, but because it wasn’t your first, didn’t mean it hurt any less. It didn’t mean that the small ache in your chest when you watched Bucky’s left arm wrap around a girl’s shoulders or waist, didn’t go away.

You turned around to see which two girls out of the three billion in the world Bucky had chosen. Steve put his hand on the small of your back and walked with you towards the girls and Bucky. The closer you got, the clearer you could see that the brunette already had her hands intertwined in Bucky’s.

You bit your lip as you offered the girls large smiles, introducing yourself as the boys’ friend. They offered curt nods and friendly smiles before they pulled Bucky towards the Stark Industries area. You glance over at Steve. “Wasn’t the blonde your date?”

“You know how the jerk is,” Steve murmured. You laughed to yourself quietly as you placed your hand on the crook of his elbow. Steve looked down as his face reddened just as he began guiding you through the crowd to follow Bucky and the girls.

Throughout the evening, laughs were exchanged between Bucky and his dates. Steve and you kept each other company with little jokes, quick memories, and little shared stories of your days. The blonde, whose name you chose to forget because she was just so incredibly rude to Steve, would laugh loudly as she wanted Steve and you to pay attention to the three of them. You simply rolled your eyes or laughed with Steve in response.

You noticed Steve’s attention was on Uncle Sam during Stark’s car demonstration. You followed close, but not without glancing back at Bucky who didn’t even realize you both had left. You watched as Steve stepped onto the platform in front of the reflective picture. There was no head on the shoulder, or rather no face, because it was for the viewer to envision himself as a soldier.

“Steve,” you called out quietly. Steve stepped off and offered a smile, one that didn’t quiet reach his eyes. “I know you’re upset, but we’ll find a way to get you into the army.” Steve chuckled sadly as he shoved his hands into his pocket.

Steve was grateful that you helped him with getting different enlisting forms and identities. You understand his reasoning and for that, he was forever grateful. Just like you understood him, he understood you.

“You were going to tell him tonight, weren’t you?” Your eyes automatically shot down to your shoes as your face heated. Steve’s hand took yours, his thumb rubbing in a circle. “You can still tell him.” You shook your head.

“No, it’s…it’s okay, Steve. The last thing he needs before going to fight the war is about me and my small infatuation towards him.” You gave Steve a reassuring smile as both walked towards the recruiting building’s entrance.

“Of course, you two would be here! We were just about to leave for the night!” Bucky called out. His body came closer and his voice was no longer distant. You looked at Steve with a knowing glance and he looked over at Bucky.

“We’ll catch up, Bucky.” Bucky looked at both of you as he lost his smile. Bucky sighed.

“You two…” Bucky glanced at Steve. “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” Steve chuckled as his eyes met with Bucky’s.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky’s jaw clenched as he walked towards Steve.

“You’re a punk,” Bucky stated as he engulfed Steve in a quick hug. Steve called Bucky a jerk as he moved back and turned his attention towards you. His eyes softened, and his smile returned. His arms stretched out and pulled you to his body. You quickly wrapped your arms around him and hid your face in the crook of his neck.

“Be careful, please. And please make sure you come back to us,” you whispered.

He pulled away and wiped the tears you hadn’t even felt from your face. “Keep this punk out of trouble okay?” You nodded with a smile and a sniffle. Bucky brought you back in one last hug and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I’ll come back to you, you have my word.”

You pulled back and sniffled as Bucky’s hand cupped your cheek one last time before he turned back towards.

“Don’t win the war until I get there!” You smiled sadly at Steve and watched as Bucky spun on his feels to give you two one last salute. Well, at least a last salute to you. Bucky never was one for keeping his word.

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themurphyzone · 7 years

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All Time Travelers Go to Heaven Ch 11

This is a shorter chapter, but I hope you enjoy! New episodes hype!!!

Ch 11- The Restaurant

They walked in the opposite direction from the abandoned pistachio warehouse, not stopping for anything. They couldn’t take any chances. A few times, Balthazar heard the roar of a vehicle and panicked, only for the sound to come from a few hooligans on motorcycles.

Milo trudged on, not complaining but visibly fatigued. The boy would need food. Living as a fugitive was no life for a child.

He deserved better.

But that was something Balthazar and Vinnie couldn’t grant.

The sun was beginning to set. They would need to find a place to stay the night soon. Balthazar didn’t want to resort to the nearest bus stop to take shelter in. He could do without the germs and people trying to rob him.

Trekking through town wouldn’t be so bad if Vinnie had been his talkative self. But he was still furious, only speaking when asked a question. His replies were oddly curt when Balthazar asked him questions, but he managed a cordial tone if Milo asked.

Balthazar would’ve given anything to hear him ramble about food again.

Milo entertained himself by making it a point to avoid the cracks in the sidewalk. “So is it true that if you step on a crack, you break your mother’s back? Because I wouldn’t want that to happen to my mom, whoever she is.”

“For people with dead parents, I don’t think it matters much,” Balthazar replied.

“But that would still hurt,” Milo said, tripping over a crack but managing to catch himself before he fell and scraped something.

Balthazar nodded. “Most likely.”

The conversation dulled quickly though. How did Vinnie handle rambling about nonsense all the time?

The buildings were steadily showing their age as they pushed deeper into town. Some had faded signs, others with ivy hanging off the sides. Several apartments didn’t look that stable.

They were wandering around in one of the poorer neighborhoods. With a child. And only a crude form of protection with the brass knuckles.

The city wasn’t known for a high crime rate, but there were likely some opportunists lurking around.

And Balthazar didn’t want to take any chances. Not when his watch could be potentially considered valuable.

They passed by a man who was fumbling with his keys as he attempted to lock the door of his restaurant.

A restaurant. That meant food. And a place to stay the night that experienced agents were likely to overlook.

Balthazar tapped the man on his shoulder. He whirled around, quivering in fear. “I don’t have any money!” he yelled.

“I’m not interested in money,” Balthazar said. “My companions and I need a place to stay the night, but we’re too poor to find a motel.”

The man stared at him suspiciously. “You;re the craziest robber I have ever come across.”

“We have a kid with us,” Vinnie clamped his hand down on Milo’s shoulder for emphasis. “He’s not sleeping in the streets tonight if we can help it.”

“All we ask is access to your kitchen,” Balthazar said. “If you’re still suspicious, then we will allow you to take out any money you have in the register or safe without a fight. In return, you must hand over the keys.”

“Sounds more like a ransom with all your demands,” the man grumbled.

“It’s not a demand,” Balthazar said pleasantly. He shifted to the left to block Milo’s view of his glinting brass knuckles. The man took a step back. “Call it a request you can’t refuse.”

He flinched, handing over his keys quickly.

“Now, take your money and leave,” Balthazar said.

He cleaned out the register in less than five minutes and took off without saying another word.

Vinnie and Milo went inside, and Balthazar locked the door once they were all inside. The blinds were thick enough to prevent anyone from seeing activity after closing hours.

The interior of the restaurant was rather tacky for Balthazar’s liking. Fake sea bass and salmon lined the walls, and their beady eyes followed him with every step. He pushed down on a seat cushion next to the wall, a spring bouncing out of the fabric.

It wouldn’t be the comfiest sleeping arrangement, but it would be better than being out in the open. As Milo passed by the security cameras, they ripped from the wires and fell to the ground.

Balthazar ripped the inside of the cameras apart. He was definitely being more careful about possible surveillance.

“Good thing you reminded me,” Balthazar said, dumping the remains in the trash can.

Milo frowned. “How is he supposed to keep an eye on things?”

Balthazar shrugged. “Invest in better quality. That model was flimsy. Stay out here. I’m going to check on Dakota.”

Milo nodded, though he still seemed to disapprove of destroying the security cameras. Balthazar opened a door that was across the hall from the restrooms, the smell of seafood hitting his nose.

Vinnie was in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets until he brought out a large frying pan.

Balthazar stayed back in case Vinnie had the urge to smack him with it. “Making something?” he asked lightly.

“We’re all starving. Taking advantage of it while I can,” Vinnie said.

Well, he responded.

“That’s good,” Balthazar said.

“Yeah,” Vinnie replied.

Balthazar never realized how much he missed their usual banter until now. It was awkward when both of them were giving short replies.

He tried to peer over Vinnie’s shoulder as he placed a fish on a cutting board. “What are you cooking?”

“I’ve got a knife. You should be careful,” Vinnie said as he filleted the fish. Balthazar winced at his choice of words, his hand flying up to his watch out of habit.

A really bad habit, he thought.

He sighed. “Look, I shouldn’t have run off, like I did. Shouldn’t have lied about the watch either.” Vinnie grabbed several spices out of the cabinets, not turning around. “I-I just didn’t think that-” he swallowed “-I didn’t think. There. I’ll just leave you alone then.”

Balthazar quickly left the kitchen, putting his head down on a table.

That apology went south.

Milo climbed into the booth next to him, concerned. “What’s Mr. Dakota doing?”

Not speaking to him, not listening when he actually forced an apology, too focused on his stomach to pay attention, Balthazar fumed. “Cooking,” he said simply, deciding not to unload his worries on Milo.

“I never cooked before,” Milo said. “I’d love to try though.”

“Ask Dakota to teach you,” Balthazar said. “I’ve never gotten the hang of it. It’s an art form that requires dedication and an iron stomach.”

Milo reclined against the back cushion. “So how bad is your cooking?”

“It’s not bad!” Balthazar protested. “It’s British. You Americans are so reliant on processed food now.”

They were so caught up in their conversation about Balthazar’s peculiar tastes in food that they almost missed Vinnie bringing out three plates.

“You give yourself too much credit,” Vinnie said as he set the plates on the table. “Your cooking is bland, burnt, or dry. Sometimes all three at once.”

Balthazar glared at him. “Just because you don’t like your steak medium well-”

Vinnie sat down, throwing his hands up in resignation. “Can you believe this guy?” he jerked his thumb at Balthazar. Milo stifled his laughter, though it still came out in short huffs. “He thinks normal people actually eat their steak medium well!”

“I can’t be the only person in this time period who eats steak medium well!” Balthazar exclaimed.

Vinnie scoffed as he passed the silverware. “Yeah, you’re right. The only person in the past two centuries. That’s more accurate.”

This was what he’d been missing. Balthazar looked at his plate, which had the green beans arranged to spell out ‘We’re cool’ and a smiley face carved into the rice.

He almost felt bad for ruining a masterpiece.

But he needed the sustenance. He had no idea where the next meal was coming from.

And it was Vinnie’s cooking. Couldn’t let that go to waste.

Milo practically inhaled his fish, then attacked his green beans with the same ferocity. He started to cough, so Vinnie thumped him on his back, forcing him to spit it out.

“Thanks,” Milo gasped.

“You’re welcome,” Vinnie said. “And try to slow down. It tastes better when you savor it.”

Balthazar agreed. He would savor this moment forever.

“Milo, I’m not asking again. Go to sleep,” Balthazar groaned as Milo continued to squirm around in one of the booths. The springs squeaked with every slight movement, adding to Balthazar’s irritation.

“Sorry, I keep hitting my knee against the boards,” Milo said. “Have you ever slept in a restaurant before?”

“No, this is new to me. But at least try to rest no matter where we are,” Balthazar replied. Milo had it easy. At least he could actually curl up. Balthazar’s legs hung off the side so he couldn’t change position without knocking into something.

Vinnie had claimed the circular booth by the kitchen. It was tempting to get up and force him to trade places. Balthazar wondered how his partner always managed to be a deep sleeper. A tornado could hit them and Vinnie wouldn’t even wake up.

Then he felt someone’s hands on his knees. Balthazar jerked, scrambling into a sitting position. His bare feet kicked out, brushing something soft. To his relief, it was just Milo standing on the wooden platform that held the booth.

Balthazar was glad he’d taken off his socks and shoes. “I didn’t kick you, right?” he asked nervously, hoping he didn’t have to explain anything to Vinnie if Milo had a bruised face in the morning.

Milo shook his head. “You grazed my cowlick,” he said. “No harm done! Could I ask you one more thing?”

“One more question,” Balthazar said. “That’s all you’ll receive. After that, go to sleep.”

Milo shifted on his feet. “Do you think we could start looking for my parents? My real parents. Just so I know what they look like.” His voice grew so quiet, Balthazar had to strain to hear him. “The scientists said they abandoned me because accidents kept happening. And that the Bureau took me in for the greater good.”

Pushing down the strange feeling in his gut, Balthazar nodded. “Yes. That should be doable.” He would think about it later when his brain was more alert.

“Okay, good night then,” Milo said.

The cushion squeaked as Milo settled down once again.

Balthazar yawned, closing his eyes and drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

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"He's real he has to be real." The blonde paced back and forth pink fluffy rug cushioning her toes with each movement. "Aaron, please�sit down your pacing is making me nervous." Strawberry blonde scrolling through out the internet looking for any trace of the male the two were sure who had been a large part of their lives. Aaron's eyes bugged out yelling, "Well if you would of FOUND SOMETHING, maybe I wouldn't feel so helpless!" Lydia eyed her - annoyed. It was a funny sight the queen of beauty and the goddess of goth working together attempting to use their similar powers to break the other side's walls. "Maybe we were wrong�" Lydia finally admitted, "You know that's crazy right, you feel it too. You know he's real, you loved him princess. Clearly I did too, I just have this gut feeling he's someone important to me�to you. We have to find him okay? We can not give up on this." Aaron felt a hand upon her shoulder, "We need to find a way to stop the ghost riders." His finger tips squeezed the necromancer's shoulder, tilting her head slightly. "If we do that we may never get Stiles' back, or any of these people�" Scott shook his head, "I tried to tell you two he can't be real." The blonde ripped herself away from the alpha. "Bullsh*t! You know I used to respect you guys�I used to look at you and think wow, I wish I could be apart of something so great� So strong, I wish I had a family like that." Her blue hues flickered like a candle flame between Lydia and Scott. "But now, you're all just bullsh*t, this is bullsh*t. He was one of you, and he loved you. Now you're just gonna give up on him?" Aaron's jaw clenched, grinding her teeth. "That's not what I'm say-" Cutting the werewolf off, Aaron's shoulder smacked into Scott's passing him. "No I get it, you don't believe in something because you can't see it. But I see things neither of you do�I'm going to find him, and I'm going to bring them back�all of them. You can stay on this side of the tracks fighting something you don't even understand�. I'm going to fight them from the inside out." Hues shifted to Scott's browns. "Don't even try to stop me."

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Aaron was aware of her plans to be caught - eh - taken by the ghost riders was insane, dangerous, even stupid maybe. Although the others probably were more level headed than the blonde; Blackburn tended to follow her gut rather than her beautiful brain. Fearful of the outcome, none the less she had finally arrived to the school's full parking lot. A misty rain begin to cover the already cold streets of Beacon Hills. Perfection, Aaron thought dragging a palm into her hair to scratch her scalp. Rain drops beginning to gather in her thick beach wavy like hair. She shoved her palms into her leather jacket pockets as she moved toward the school's front entrance. Her plan involved finding a student who had seen the riders and using him as bait to catch one of the men. Scott wouldn't like that not one bit; at this point Aaron didn't care. �She was reckless, and the entire group would attempt to stop her. Yet she continued on her quest, watery palms shoved open the double doors. No longer was she in a school hallway she had stepped into a vacant town. "What the actual hell?" She mumbled curiously, it wasn't like the place Lydia had seen; Aaron felt a chill shot up her spine twisting around she caught a peek of one rider. One single rider darting from house to house. Was this even real? She thought. To her advantage it was, she wasn't sure what it would feel like to be taken�to be struck by the phantom bullet or whip. Fear started to bubble up in the blonde stomach. To late to turn by now. Rolls of sweat gathered across her forehead and already rain wet body became heated, in that awkward hot/cold stage. Swallowing the lump in her throat Aaron's finger tips curled into a fist standing her ground like a wolf in protecting it's young. "Come on!" She shouted, the rider's horse paused his head tilted in an unhuman-like way it gave Aaron a uncomfortable feeling of dread and guilt. What do I do? She breathed uneasily. A flash of lightening, a bolt of thunder clapped. He was right in front of her but in a blink he stood behind her. Shoving his gun into the small of her back, This was it. Blackburn would finally be where they were and she would find a way to set them all free�right? She questioned herself scared - shaking in fear she heard the click of the gun it's bullet plunging deep into her stomach. The cloud of smoke covered her frame she nearly vomited from the smell of burning flesh and rotten meat. The pain; it was unbearable as if all the muscles in her body were on fire. The lightening clapped louder almost as if it was in her ear drums, Aaron wanted to scream but no sound came out. Am I dying? No. She thought, you feel no pain in death I suppose. The blonde clamped her eyes shut and all at once the pain, the smell, the noises, and the rider was gone and she was alone in some kind of dark tunnel.

The darkness made the blonde feel unsafe, it was to late to turn back now. She knew her fate, she was completely aware everyone, Lydia, Scott, Malia, Liam, even her friends in other cities had probably forgotten her. Aaron's chest sank, what I have done? Tears welled up in her icy blue eyes but a voice in the back of her head pushed into her ears. "Quit crying little girl, start walking." Aaron's brows pulled together the voice was her own, eyes flicking between blue and gray. "Shut up, and go�find him we can figure this out later." The necromancer inside her howled; the blonde shook her head, "No no no no, you know what happens in the darkness I can't! I can't go in there!" She felt her frame jerk forward uncontrolled, if anyone saw her right now it would appear she was talking to herself. Maybe she was, Aaron still had zero clue what she could actually do with her powers� Or who she was for that matter. Wrapping her arms around herself she began to walk deep into the darkness of the tunnel. Maybe this is a dream� She thought; but it wasn't.

The darkness seemed to go on forever, she walked aimlessly bumping into the wall ever so often until a peek of light caught her blue hues. Aaron broke off into a sprint, rushing for the flickering dim light. Abruptly she stopped once the light hit her smack dab in the face, she stumbled forward her eyes catching a handful of people sitting on benches. Brows pulled together, shifting her gaze to the train tracks underneath her boots. "What the�" She trailed off, quickly pulling herself upon the platform. A voice coming through the speakers, a high pitched squall caused Aaron to shove her finger tips over her ears. �"The next three stops have been cancelled." A couple people stood up, the blonde ducked behind on of the pillars observing the crowd. "What is this place?" She said out loud, catching a glimpse of a couple of teens from Beacon Hills she remembered being taken. Aaron swallowed, eyes darting to the ticket booths�and than the train seclude marked on top of the wall. She squinted trying to get a better look; it was no use. She caught ear of a couple horses trotting from the tunnel; Aaron had no choice but to come out from her hiding spot and enter the crowd of people. That's when her eyes caught the males, black short hair. She wasn't sure if it was him, her memories had been stripped but something about his frame made her body tense up. She choose to calmly move over to him taking the seat beside him. "Are you�.I mean�" Blue hues trailed from his lap to his shoulder finally meeting his hazel - hopeless eyes. "Stiles?"

Once her eyes met his, the memories began to flood her brain as if a switch had been flicked. How could she forget him? �He helped her in Echo House, he took her under his wing. He believed in her, he attempted to help her with her powers. Than she abandoned him, she abandoned them all. Shame, no guilt swept over her; Aaron's face burned red hot. She felt like her heart was going to explode, she could hear it beating in her ears. Her throat became tight; no not now�not here. She pled with herself; but it was to late the panic had swept over her and she began breathing a rapidly - uncontrollably. "Panic attack." The memories were too much for her, so many memories at once. Did he know her? Would he remember her? Why did she even think this was a good idea? �So many thoughts at once screamed in her ears� but one reigned louder than all, the gray eyed girl inside her spoke clearly. You are stronger than you think, you see things other can't�and know things you shouldn't know. Take a deep breath, look at that boy and calm down.

Aaron's hues uneasily moved as she kept heaving and trying to breathe correctly. Carefully she shuddered but finally the words formed and her breathing slowed. "St-Stiles�we have to figure this out together. Do you even know who I am?"

#the zeppo memory meltdown 2

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