#WELCOME TO HAT WRITING PROCESS WHERE WE SCREAM AND WHISPER IDEAS

[hatsbuckets]

Horny asks or som'n som'n I saw earlier and just, my thoughts went sideways earlier.

So som'n som'n a) vampires when they yawn do it like snakes where their fangs come out and stuff

Som'n som'n b) vampires who need extra salt in the winter, cause good vamplings that don't hunt humans, can gorge on animals they find all they want and desperately need more salt intake. What better substitute then salt or cum. Their body would happily, and kinda really needs it anyways, absorb it from any possible source.

C) little fat gorged vamplings all too happy to be dicked/pussied down and suck off anyone the little bloody sluts.

D( no I don't know where I was going with this, just woke up from a nap but enjoy that idea. 🙂‍↕️

Reading this was like getting punched in a boxing match but in like a really good way. Like Wham. But also wham ! And it kept getting better. About to CoD and 141 ur idea hottie nonny 🙏 this was so fun to write up omg it just got longer and longer. I want more.

I wrote this for the entirety of the last basketball game. Quick and unedited.

18+ smut at the end.

Imagine like, a world where Vampires are integrated-ish, vampires make up about so about 3-5% of the pop. (250-300 million), more than enough that they become a regular part of society. (pretend all the legal/cultural stuff solves itself mostly womp womp)

In this world, attack dog vampires are favored. Vampires utilized for military, policing, PMCs, security. Vamps have other jobs in the world of course, the notable ones include being paid universal blood donors (this is an idea I've been obsessed with since I've discovered vampires as a kid but idk how to explain my reasoning. Like you only get turned vampy with bite and blood, but blood alone is good), sex workers who know their niche, dangerous/high risk jobs, and an all-vampire UFC type fighting ring where fights are crazy and so cool.

Important note, biting & the biting vampire's blood turns people. Not just a bite. It takes both.

Anyway, back to our boys. Price, who's as human as they come ("booooo Hat whyyy" shhhhhhh). He's been in long enough to have seen his fair share of Vamps. They get treated pretty rough in the military, blood lust can become an issue if they don't train 'em hard and keep 'em on a leash.

Vampire Ghost who got turned by Roba. (Roba didn't know what he created. Thought he killed Ghost, turns out he made a vampire. Something something Ghost as Roba's spawn eats at Ghost for years). Ghost comes out blood fuckin' thirsty and raging. Kills Roba and everyone. He gorges for days on the bodies in his wake before Price finds him. Price helps him fix it as best he can. But Ghost's days on fresh blood in his rage is near irreversible. He can live on animals, needs human blood to thrive. Price let's Ghost use what he needs. Ghost is near toxicly dependent on Price for emotional, physical, and sexual stability. It's a dangerous relationship. Price knows that. But no one's denying that Ghost, flaring his fangs like a damn demon, mask cut or modified so that when it happens it works, is a scary, terrifying fucking beast in the field.

Vampire Gaz who grew up a natural born vampire. His family is ancient. Well known family, renowned for their service and deeds to humanity, and vampires. He knows how to take care of himself. Knows what animals are his favorite. He's a balancing force on the 141. He has his moments, like any vamp, but Price knows that a good meal normally calms him down. Or a good fuck. Gaz'll take both. Flares his fangs when he's feeling threatened, but grew up with the vampire culture to know, when how, and what it means. (Unlike Ghost, who's just a scary, biting dog)

Human Soap (I'm sorry I couldn't help myself) who grew up around enough vamps to not be worried about it in the slightest. Joining the military only exposed him more. And as he understands it, it's only right to let your vampire brother in arms suck your cock to make sure he's okay in the winter. (*Cough* Whore.)

Then he gets the invitation from the Captain. And joining the 141, full of the most elite vampires in the world, is a crazy time. These bastards are fun. They snarl at the enemy when shit hits the fan. Gaz's lip twitches when Soap annoys him, exposing his left fang. They fight damn fuckin' good.

And at this point, Ghost has chilled tf out and leads his unit well. But Soap notices the tension after missions. Soap notices when Ghost disappears for a night or three with Price. Soap knows, eventually, what it means. (Price either hides the bites well, or Ghost isn't biting his neck. (thighbitesthighbitesthighbites).)

As time passes, the vamps do get protective of their humans on the 141. Gaz does not miss the opportunity to explain that it's an instinct: protect your humans because they're your source of life.

And Gaz is protective at worst. A little defensive, but he knows how to control it, what it is. Knows that when he exposes his fangs at Alejandro (and Ale does it back) there's no hard feelings, it's just posturing, just making sure Ale knows that Price and Soap are his.

Price lets it go. Soap adores and teases the affection from Gaz.

Ghost, on the other hand, doesn't know better, well logically he knows, but damn if logic isn't stronger than his blood instinct. Damn if it isn't Price who keeps him fucking alive so any threat to Price is a direct threat to himself. (But also hnnnggg ghostprice)

And then, eventually of course, Johnny happens. In this universe, after an event like Alone in Las Almas, Soap and Ghost are exhausted. Ghost hasn't seen Price in at least 2 weeks, maybe more, he's itching for blood, for something. Soap's bleeding wound doesn't help at all. Ghost can smell him the entire truck ride. Hear his heart hammering to keep up. Can see how much calmer and dazed Soap is and something in him screams prey.

He can't, he won't. But Soap knows, and Soap might not understand it but he'll be damned if his lieutenant is suffering and holding on by a thread. He lets Ghost patch up his arm. Lets him lead and lead and take back the Vaqueros (or something) (haha slowburn). And when it's over. When they get someplace truly safe. When Ghost begins to retreat but Price has shit to take care of and paperwork to do before they meet with Kate later...

So Soap follows, and pesters. He's rough on Ghost, scolding for not taking care of himself.

Ghost is quiet, half flaring fangs just to warn Soap to fuck off.

But Soap won't. Of course not. But Ghost isn't going to drink Soap's blood. He won't. Refuses.

That's how John "Soap (whore)" MacTavish ends up braced against a wall getting his cocked milked for all it's worth.

He's come three times already, just Ghost's mouth around him, wet and hot. He's shaking, crying, whining, begging Ghost just to fuck him. To fill him. To finish this.

Ghost's only reply is lick from the base of Soap's cock to swirl at the tip. He knows his fourth orgasm is on its way, one thigh lifted on Ghosts shoulder. And when he shatters, not an ounce left to give, balls sucked dry, Ghost lets him collapse into his arms.

Ghost carries him to his own quarters. Lays him in bed. And holds the quivering, shaking, crying Scotsman in his arms. He can't offer much warmth, doesn't know how, doesn't know that Soap wants to hear they're both okay. That he's better. That Soap is an angel and more than Ghost deserves. How could he?

...

Soap wakes to an empty bed. But the nightstand holds a note from Price, just a "thank you" scribbled quick, and his favorite alcohol, the expensive kind.

...

note: this absolutely takes some inspiration from @/bluegiragi 's Monster AU. If you haven't read it FUCKIN GO READ IT. >Tumblr link< It's my favorite fan comic rn ngl

[smol-and-trashy]

Another JJBA vore fic? It’s more likely than you’d think (Vento Aureo)

A/N: I was going to write more, but died in the process. There might be another chapter after this... let’s see. Here’s some giorno vore because i hate myself ahah. It’s super OOC. GioGio’s canon fave food is chocolate and pudding sooooo….sorry for writing this. :) 

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Guido Mista was a man who preferred to live life stress-free. While betraying the mafioso boss wasn’t exactly the definition of living a peaceful life, when had his life since joining the Passione been totally easygoing? Ultimately, he trusted Bruno’s decision and followed suit. 

However, waking up in the dark amidst a sea of stickiness was more than he bargained for. Mista tried shifting his arms, but with each bit of movement, the substance would get heavier. His thick brows furrowed; whatever he was trapped in looked like mud, but... he sniffed. It had a cloyingly sweet aroma to it, almost chocolatey. That didn’t make sense though, did that punk the boss sent have a Stand able to turn liquid into food and then use it to trap their opponents? He couldn’t recall. Normally, he would prefer to not think of such troubles, deeming them as unnecessary worries, but being alone in strange terrain can do a number to a person’s mental state.

From what he could remember of the fight, the man they fought had some kind of defensive Stand. It shot some sort of unscented gas in his face before proceeding to punch him each time he tried getting near. He must’ve been off that day because even his Sex Pistols kept missing the man, he tried redirecting them, but they landed in various areas, everywhere but his target. Narancia was having the same problem, which made Mista begin to believe that this man had some kind of bullet defensive Stand instead. The only people who were able to get a solid hit on the user were Buccellati and Giorno. Though, for the life of him, he couldn’t remember who made the final blow. Was I knocked out? Mista remembered bleeding from his head and shoulders but never actually slipping unconsciousness. Shit, he must’ve been more formidable than I thought! Least we got him though! 

However, when Mista attempted to reach a hand to check if he were still bleeding or to at least wipe the crusted blood off, he found himself still unable to move his arms. They were submerged in the depths of the chocolate mud, he tried to at least wriggle his fingers, but the substance was unyielding. 

“Yo! Buccellati? Narancia? Giorno? Trish? Anybody?” he tried shouting but received no response. If he listened carefully, he could hear muffled voices around him, but no one was actively trying to break open his prison. Maybe they’re working on it? Or maybe I’ve been captured, and it’s one of the boss’ men around me? C’mon guys, where are you?

Suddenly, something metallic came from the sky and ripped the dark ceiling off. Mista’s heart jumped to his throat at the sight of a gigantic white-clothed table with various dishes surrounding his now broken prison. He could hear something shuffle from far above, and Mista looked up, way up, obsidian eyes comically widening as he caught a glimpse of a familiar pink suit and golden hair: everything began to click. 

Above was Giorno Giovanna, under ordinary circumstances, he would’ve welcomed the sight of his friend, but the young blond before him appeared to be reaching monstrous heights. 

His breath hitched as the metal spoon came closer, slowly digging near his shrunken body. How he wanted to maintain his cool, pretend like he wasn’t in any danger, and that Giorno would notice him with ease, but even for him, that was unrealistic. The teen’s sea blue eyes glazed over him, focusing more on a conversation from above than his dessert. Mista’s stomach turned, for someone as overly cautious as Giorno, especially after betraying the boss, he had to let his guard down at the worst possible moment. Mista couldn’t help but to let out a bitter bark of laughter, he could always count on his stroke of luck to get him into the strangest situations. 

“Oi Giorno! Look down!” While his hands were glued to his sides from the thickness of the pudding, he still had his voice. However, Giorno showed no indication of hearing him, not even taking a moment to look down as he took another truck-sized scoop of the pudding, thankfully missing Mista. 

“Watch it! This isn’t funny, man!” he snapped, desperation swirling with fear while his heart thrummed against his chest. How Giorno couldn’t see his blue hat contrasting with the creamy brown of the pudding was beyond him. 

“C’mon Giorno, please look down! I don’t wanna die!” 

He received no response from above, only the spoon coming back down. This time catching Mista and dragging the terrified gunslinger above. Time slowed down as Mista was brought up, moving past the teenager’s partially open chest and finally halting in front of slightly parted lips. 

Mista prayed that one of the other team Buccellati members could see his pathetic wriggles on Giorno’s spoon. Both Buccellati and Giorno had always been absurdly perceptive; they had to notice that Mista was amiss. Even though the latter was about to unintentionally kill him, they had to notice something was off!

While he couldn’t see much beyond the oversized blond and globs of pudding, his prayers were answered from a deep, familiar voice nearby: 

“Has anyone seen Mista?” Bruno inquired, and Mista thanked God, finally someone had noticed his absence! 

“Oh! He’s still passed out on the couch like a baby!” Narancia interjected. 

“In the turtle?” 

“Yeah—!”

There was a long pause, and Giorno thankfully lowered the spoon back down. Mista assumed one of them was peering inside the turtle’s pocket dimension. 

“Oh, it does look like he’s sleeping there. Giorno, you weren’t able to heal all of his wounds?” 

“He was badly beaten, he should be fully recovered in about an hour.” Giorno sounded apologetic, while the tiny brunette was about to have another panic attack.

What?! How could he be inside the turtle when he was clearly stuck in Giorno's pudding? 

The spoon shifted and rose up again, Mista’s blood froze. He was really going to die, and no one would notice he was gone. While he would be stewing away inside Giorno, they would believe he was healing from the previous fight. How could this happen? 

Unwittingly trapped in his increasingly negative thoughts, Mista didn’t even notice he was already pressed up to Giorno's lips. His eyes shot wide, cruelly brought back to his unfortunate reality. Before he could even utter a scream, he was promptly shoved inside the humid maw, darkness flooding his vision. 

As the light closed in, framed by rows of teeth and strings of saliva, Mista felt his stomach turn over. The sopping, crowded cavern of Giorno’s mouth was an experience Mista would rather die than relive. He was tossed and thrown about inside the stuffy mouth; trying to avoid sharp teeth from chewing him to bits but it seemed like the more he tried to struggle, the more soaked in saliva he got. Eech, this is so freaking disgusting! 

The tongue beneath him shifted and threw Mista towards the back of the throat along with the rest of the chewed-up muck. With a simple flick of the tongue, Mista was sucked down the crushing throat. 

He felt like a tube of toothpaste, squeezed until there was nothing left in him. The powerful muscles of Giorno’s esophagus were relentlessly crushing his tiny form. There was no room to squirm, so his cheeks were squished to the slimy, contracting walls. As Mista descended further down into the teen’s chest, he could hear a heavy, even heartbeat causing thumping vibrations all around him like an internal bass. 

For what seemed like hours, Mista was slowly descending down the tight gullet. He could hear the groans and grumbles of the acid pit below, and as he was about to let out a yell in retaliation, he found himself released from the suffocating constraints of the esophagus. 

Mista struggled in mid-air, one hand grasped on his hat while the other flailing about before dropping into a dark sea of stomach juices and masticated mush. Not taking a second to process his new environment, Mista swam to the nearest wall, banging and pleading to be released. The hot juices splashed at his bare midriff, while the walls constricted around him, unsure what exactly to do with him. He was thrown to the other side of the stomach, gasping for air, clean air, as he clawed onto the nearest wall, trying to maintain some balance, but failing as the stomach lurched unexpectedly and he fell face-first into the juices. 

“C’mon man!” he cries out, hoisting himself up and unsuccessfully trying to wipe off the gastric juices.

Mista sharply inhales, the creeping feeling of disgust cried under his skin, but he shoved it down; there had to be a way to get Giorno’s attention. He was not going to go down like this. 

Dark eyes nervously avert to his gun, his hands waver over the weapon. He didn’t want it to come down like this, but if there was no release in sight, and Giorno still had no idea where he was—what if he doesn’t realize by the time I become a pile of bones? Swallowing heavily and raising his gun, he takes a deep breath and finally pulls the trigger. Sorry, Giorno. 

“Sex Pistols!” 

—-

Pressing a hand to his flat stomach, Giorno paused, trying not to let his anxieties spike. If there were Stands who could spread viruses, produce mirror worlds, or even shrink themselves and others, surely there was a possibility that someone’s Stand may have infiltrated his own body. Giorno’s lips curled in revulsion. Activating Golden Experience, he tested for another soul. He knew the rest of the team were now shooting him perplexing looks and whispers at the notion of him bringing out his Stand, but right now, he didn’t care, he had to focus. Sure enough, he detected another life inside him. Giorno swallowed hard, trying to contain both his fear and anger into a mask of passive indifference. Useless, how could I let my guard down? It was an extreme invasion of his privacy and he wanted nothing more but to get this thing out as soon as possible. Now, it was more a matter on how to go about removing the Stand. He knew nothing about it other than it was currently inside him and wreaking havoc on his insides. Giorno had no idea if it was planting any explosives or plotting mind control from within. 

He looked up, finally facing the confused, worried faces of his comrades.

“…Is everything okay, Giorno?” Buccellati finally broke the silence, calm, slightly concerned blue eyes stared into Giorno’s uneasy blues. 

[cocastyle]

Silver Cat

Pairing - Steve Harrington x platonic!reader

Word Count - 4,730

A/N - just some cute Steve and Y/N dynamic duo going on :) my requests are still open, so you are welcome to message me if you would like something written! I write for so many different fandoms and there are some that I haven’t even written for yet that I plan on writing for so just let me know which fandom it is and I will let you know if I write for them :) I hope you all enjoy!

Request - hey if youre taking requests do u mind doing a y/n Fic where she’s part of the scoops troop in s3 and she helps them w the russian codes and stuff (with a lil platonic!steve and reader)? @the-story-of-the-tucks

"Have a nice day," Robin Buckley muttered as she stuck her stiff arms out to the couple in front of her, two ice cream cones in her hands.

The couple quickly grabbed the ice cream, ignoring the look of pure boredom on Robin's face before the girl exclaimed happily, "Thank you!" Robin just gave them a forced smile in response.

The couple moved out of the way to reveal the smiling face of a young boy, his curly hair sticking out from underneath his hat while his smile was so wide that Robin couldn't help but wonder if it hurt his face. "Hi!" the boy said excitedly.

Robin perked up slightly, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as she said back, "Hi."

"I'm Dustin," the boy told her as if it would answer all of her questions.

Robin just looked at the boy in amusement and confusion before replying, "I'm Robin."

"Pleasure to meet you," Dustin smiled. "Uh, is—is he here?"

"Is who here?" Robin questioned, her amusement fading as she gave the boy a look of pure confusion.

At that moment the back door to Scoops Ahoy shot open and Robin let out a small sigh as she realized who Dustin was talking about. "Henderson!" Steve Harrington excitedly exclaimed, the two boys instantly laughing in joy as Steve came bounding over to Dustin.

"Henderson! He's back! He's back!" Steve exclaimed, excited to finally see his young friend who had been away at camp for so long.

"I'm back!" Dustin confirmed, earning a huge grin from Steve. "You got the job!"

"I got the job!" Steve said before imitating a trumpet and rushing the rest of the way over to Dustin. Robin raised both eyebrows in amusement as she watched the two boys perform what must have been their handshake which ended with a lightsaber battle and Steve bleeding his guts out everywhere before the two laughed. Robin was about to question the older boy about Dustin when a voice broke out from the front of the store.

"Shit, is that you, Harrington?" a voice called out, amusement evident in their voice.

All three quickly turned to look at where the voice was coming from to see a young girl around Dustin's age standing at the front of the store, a fresh set of white converse on her feet, mom jeans, a yellow shirt and a denim jacket tossed lazily over one shoulder. The girl popped a piece of chewing gum and Robin chuckled, already liking the girl despite not even knowing her.

"Y/N L/N, well shit," Steve muttered, the two staring at each other in silence before breaking out into grins and running over to each other. Y/N was in the older boy's arms within a matter of seconds and Steve instantly spun her around, laughter escaping both of their lips as they hugged each other for the first time in weeks.

"Woah, how come I didn't get a welcome like that?" Dustin complained while Steve set the young girl back on the ground.

"When you've know each other as long as we have, you're bound to get a welcoming like ours," Y/N explained before she glanced over at her friend with a smile. "Besides, don't act like I didn't flip my shit when you got back yesterday."

Dustin chuckled and shook his head at the girl, memories of how Y/N had literally screamed before tackling the boy to the ground in a hug flashing through his head. Both of the teens had been away at camp for the past couple of weeks—Dustin having attended a science camp while Y/N went to a big music camp—so they had missed each other immensely.

Both had wanted nothing more than the get back home and reunite with their friends, but so far their friends had ditched them and left them to dry pretty much. That left just Dustin and Y/N and the two had decided to go see Steve that day after Dustin had mentioned needing to tell them both something. However, Y/N had to stop by the restroom before going to Scoops which was why Dustin had arrived before her.

"How many children are you friends with?" Robin suddenly asked, breaking the three from their thoughts and thus making them turn to look at the older girl who was looking at Steve in amusement.

Y/N chuckled softly and Steve sent her a small glare before he looked between Dustin and Y/N and then gestured towards Robin as if that was all the explaining he had to do.

This only made Y/N laugh louder and Steve rolled his eyes playfully before grabbing the girl and giving her a noogie which only ended up making the two laugh while Dustin and Robin watched the two interact in amusement.

Yeah, it was definitely good to be home.

- - -

"No, no. No way," Y/N muttered as she shook her head, shoveling some more ice cream into her mouth as she glanced up at her curly haired friend.

"Hotter than Phoebe Cates?" Steve questioned, his eyes showing Dustin his disbelief. The boy quickly shook his head and leaned back besides Y/N his arm around the seat behind her. "No."

"Mm-hmm," Dustin hummed. "Brilliant, too. And she doesn't even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth."

Y/N and Steve both scrunched up their noses in disgust and glanced at each other while Dustin wasn't looking. Y/N then just let out a small sigh of disbelief and ate another spoonful of ice cream, leaving Steve to deal with Dustin.

"Wow. Yeah, that's great," Steve managed to get out. "Proud of you, man. That's so—that's kinda romantic. That's like wow."

Dustin just smiled in response and Y/N and Steve shared another look before quickly looking towards the boy who had began to talk. "Hm. So do you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah. I mean, sure. It's not really a good idea for me, though. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies," Steve told them while Y/N raised an eyebrow at the older boy.

"Yeah, and how's that working out for you?" Robin called our earning a giggle from Y/N while Steve looked to his coworker in annoyance.

"I like her," Y/N said as she smiled in Robin's direction.

Steve gave them young girl a pointed look before saying, "Ignore her,"

"She seems cool," Dustin argued.

"She's not," Steve muttered quickly. "So, where are the other knuckleheads?"

Y/N huffed at that before sticking her spoon into her ice cream sundae and looking to Steve. "They ditched us yesterday," she said, a pissed off expression on her face as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"No," Steve said in disbelief.

"Yeah, our first day back. Can you believe that shit?" Dustin asked while Y/N let out another huff and leaned against the curly haired boy's shoulder.

"Whoa. Seriously?" Steve questioned.

"I swear to God," Y/N frowned, thinking of how the group had all welcomed her home with open arms before ditching her at home.

Dustin noticed the girl's long face and used his free hand to pat the top of head that was leaning on his shoulder. "They're gonna regret it, though, big time, when they don't get to share in our glory," Dustin assured the two.

"Glory? What glory?" Steve asked, his eyes flickering between the two before stopping on Y/N who merely shrugged in response, not knowing what Dustin was talking about.

"So, last night, we're trying to get in contact with Suzie-" Dustin began as he scooted closed to the two, leaning in slightly as he began to lower his voice. "And uh-"

Steve and Y/N blinked as they stared at Dustin who whispered something so low that they couldn't process it. Dustin glanced up at the two and he almost chuckled at how similar they looked. It was a surprise to all that the two weren't actually related, their mannerisms and even some of their features being quite similar.

Steve and Y/N continued to stare at Dustin blankly for a second before they both asked, "What?"

Dustin clicked his tongue in response and sighed as he whispered, "Uh-" His voice got low again as he whispered and the two were left staring at him blankly once again.

"Just speak louder," Y/N finally said.

Getting annoyed, Dustin looked at the row before yelling out, "I intercepted a secret Russian communication!" Immediately, all eyes were on him and Y/N and Steve both looked at the boy with wide eyes.

"Jeez, shh. Yeah, okay, that's what we thought you said," Steve muttered as they watched everyone go back to what they had been doing before. "What-What does that mean?"

"It means, Steve, we could be heroes. All three of us. True American heroes," Dustin explained.

"I'm in," Y/N replied almost immediately, the idea of getting to deal with Russians and hang out with her two best friends being enough to have her on board.

"Woah. Woah. Hold your roll, kid," Steve said as he placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "American heroes?"

Dustin nodded his head. "Just think, you could have all the ladies you want and more," Dustin told him.

"More?" Steve asked.

"More," Dustin said with a nod.

"I like more," Steve muttered.

"And you'd get to spend more time with your favorite person in the whole wide world!" Y/N exclaimed as she tossed her arms around Steve's neck and hugged him, squishing her face against his making Steve give her an annoyed look while Dustin chuckled at the two.

"Eh, you're okay," Steve shrugged making Y/N look at him in fake shock. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! All the ladies in the world and I get to hang out with you two knuckleheads? That does sound pretty nice." His eyes then flickered to Dustin. "What's the catch?"

"No catch, I just need your help," Dustin told them.

"With what?" Y/N asked.

Dustin gave her a soft smile before reaching into his bag and pulling out a small book, the sight of it making Y/N's eyes light up while Steve looked indecisive.

"Translation."

- - -

Y/N sat silently with her feet propped up against the table as she leaned back in her chair, Russian voices swirling into her ears and through her head while her foot lightly swung to whatever tune was in the background of the recording.

When the recording stopped, Dustin glanced up at his two friends and gestures towards the small recording device, "So what do you think?"

"It sounded familiar," Steve said making Y/N turn around to look at the boy in surprise.

"What?" Dustin questioned.

"The music. The music right there at the end," Steve explained.

"Harrington, you're supposed to be listening to the Russian, not the music," Y/N sighed as she shook her head at the boy. He only shrugged while eating his banana.

"Y/N's right! Listen to the Russian! We're translating Russian!" Dustin exclaimed.

"I'm trying to listen to the Russian, but there's music," Steve complained.

"You never could multitask," Y/N sighed earning a playful glare from the older boy that had her sending a sly smile in his direction.

"All right, babysitting time is over. You need to get in there," Robin announced as she walked into the back room of Scoops Ahoy. Her eyes then landed on the small whiteboard that used to have a bunch of tally marks on them, but now had translations. "Hey, my board! That was important data, shitbirds."

"I guarantee you, what we're doing is way more important than your data," Dustin assured her.

"Yeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyways?" Robin asked.

All three of their eyes widened. Y/N didn't take her eyes off of Robin as she whispered to the boys beside her, "How does she know about the Russians?"

"I don't know," Steve muttered.

"You told her about-" Dustin began, looking to Steve in annoyance.

"It wasn't me," Steve insisted.

"Hello, I can hear you. Actually, I can hear everything. You three are extremely loud," Robin told them making the three frown in response. "You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you're trying to translate, but haven't figured out a word because you didn't realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than you do. Sound about right?"

Y/N couldn't help but smile at that, already liking Robin more and more by the minute. "I've said it once and I will say it again, I like her," the girl said as she pointed towards Robin who sent her a small smile.

"Yeah, no," Steve muttered as he pushed Y/N's hand back down, not liking the idea of Robin being some sort of role model for the girl who he was used to having look up to him for so long. Maybe he was a little jealous, but he would never admit it.

Steve and Robin seemed to be having a staring contest before Robin suddenly lunged for the recorder. Steve was quick and had the device in his hands within seconds, "Whoa! What do you think you're doing?"

"I wanna hear it," Robin told them as if it were obvious.

"Why?" the trio asked, although Y/N's was more out of curiosity while Dustin and Steve wanted to know what Robin's motive was.

"'Cause maybe I can help. I'm fluent in four languages, you know," Robin told them.

"Russian?" Dustin asked, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

"Ou-yay are-yay umb-day," Robin replied.

"Oh-ho-ho! Holy shit!" Steve exclaimed making Y/N snort before bursting into a round of laughter.

The older boy glanced over at her and she pretended to wipe away tears as she said, "That was Pig Latin, Harrington. Not Russian."

Robin smirked and Steve watched with a frown on his face as the two girls fist bumped before muttering in unison, "Idiot."

"But I can speak Spanish and French and Italian, and I've been in band for 12 years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me," Robin assured them.

Y/N glanced between the boys and Robin before nudging Dustin who was sitting beside her. "Come on, let her help," Y/N pleaded before she looked up at Steve and gave him her best puppy dog eyes. "Please, Steve, please."

Dustin glanced back at Steve and gave him a small shrug to tell him that he really didn't care, that it was up to Steve. The older boy's eyes flickered over to Y/N and he sighed at the sight of her. "Fine," Steve mumbled causing Y/N to let out a squeal of excitement before she jumped out of her seat to hug the boy.

Steve's look of annoyance slowly melted away as he looked down at the girl. "Okay, squirt. No need to go soft on me now," Steve jokingly said as he patted her head. Y/N just smiled up at him and pulled away before returning to her seat. Steve glanced at her once more before looking to Robin who was holding out the scooper with a smirk on her face.

"Come on, it's your turn to sling ice cream, my turn to translate. I don't even want credit," Robin told him. "I'm just bored."

- - -

Y/N was half asleep by the time they finally started to make any progress with the recording. Her head was lying against Dustin's shoulder, the boy trying to move as little as possible as to not wake her up.

It wasn't until Robin suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, that last part, just one more time," that Y/N jerked awake and Dustin was finally able to move his arm which had started to fall asleep.

"Okay," Dustin said as he quickly rewinded the recording before letting it play again.

"Okay, that word," Robin pointed at the recording, Dustin quickly stopping it as the two kids looked up at the girl. "Um. . .It's pronounced "dly-nna-ya"."

"Dly-nna-ya," Dustin and Y/N both muttered as if they fully understood what she was saying.

"Which is spelled. . .D. . .D. . .D. . .D. . ." Robin muttered as she quickly ran to the table while Dustin and Y/N moved to the whiteboard.

"The. . .the chair," Y/N said as she pointed towards the weird symbol.

"The chair-looking thingy," Dustin agreed.

"Yeah, okay," Robin muttered as she flipped through the book. She then suddenly froze before looking up at the two in excitement. "We've got our first sentence."

"Oh, seriously?" Dustin said in excitement while Y/N shook the boy's shoulders and leaned against him, a huge grin on her face.

"Yeah," Robin told them before speaking in her best Russian accent, "The week is long."

Both Y/N and Dustin's faces fell. "Well, that's thrilling," Y/N muttered.

"I know," Robin told her, giving the two kids a sympathetic smile. "But, progress." The two nodded in agreement.

"Progress."

- - -

"The week is long. The silver cat feeds. When blue meets yellow in the west."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Y/N asked as she looked up at Steve who was standing beside her. The two stared at each other for a second before looking back to the whiteboard with their arms crossed in front of their chests and their heads titling to the side.

Shaking his head, Steve put a hand on the girl's shoulder and began to walk out of the store, knowing that it was late, the mall was closed, and he needed to get her home. Dustin and Robin followed behind and the four were all silent as they tried to figure out what it meant.

"I mean, it can't be right. Did we do something wrong?" Y/N finally asked as she watched Steve close up shop.

"No. It's right," Robin assured her.

"Honestly, I think it's great news," Dustin said causing Y/N to look at her friend confused.

"How is this great news?" Steve asked with a chuckle of disbelief. "I mean, so much for being American heroes. It's total nonsense."

"It's not nonsense. It's too specific," Dustin told them. Y/N's eyes widened in realization before she hurried over to Dustin's side. She grabbed his arm to stop him from walking any further before whispering to him, "You think it's code?"

Dustin nodded, "It's obviously a code."

"What do you mean, a code?" Steve asked, having eavesdropped on the two.

"Like a super secret spy code," Dustin explained.

"That's a total stretch," Steve muttered in disbelief.

"I don't know, is it?" Robin asked.

"You're buying into this?" Steve asked in surprise.

"Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, "Fire the warhead at noon"? And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so "The silver cat feeds". Why would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the meaning of their message?" Robin asked.

"Exactly," Dustin said whole Y/N just looked to Steve and muttered, "She's got a point."

"Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?" Robin asked again. "So I guess that confirms your suspicion."

"Evil Russians," Dustin and Y/N both nodded before giving each other a fist bump.

"I can't believe I'm about to agree with these strange children, but, yeah, totally evil Russians," Robin agreed.

"So how do we crack it?" Dustin asked.

"Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges," Robin replied.

"A pattern. Right, like maybe "silver cat" is a meeting place?" Y/N suggested.

"Or a person," Dustin said.

"Or a weapon," Y/N listed off.

"It's probably gonna take a super genius to crack it, but-" Robin began, but that was when Y/N noticed that Steve wasn't following behind them anymore.

"Uh. . .where's Steve?" Y/N asked. "He's kind of my ride home and losing him would be a bad idea right about now."

Not to mention she always got a sort of bad feeling whenever her friends disappeared. It had been happening ever since Will was kidnapped and taken into the Upside Down, but even though she knew the gate was closed, she still had a sneaking suspicion that something was going to happen. So Steve suddenly not being by her side was making her feel a little on edge.

Dustin seemed to notice this and he frowned before quickly looking around, his eyes locking on Steve who was a little ways away. "There he is," Dustin said and Y/N quickly turned before letting out a small sigh of relief. She didn't even hesitate before running back towards the boy who was kneeling down beside one of the kid rides that were littered around the mall.

"Harrington, what the hell?" Y/N muttered causing Steve to look up and see the small hint of relief and worry that was in her eyes.

"Sorry," he whispered once he realized what must have been going through her head. He then looked back to the ride and began to rummage through his pockets while Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Steve frowned as he looked at the change in his pocket. "Uh, it's a quarter. I need. . ." he paused and looked over at the girl. "Do you have a quarter?"

Roving chuckled as she walked up with Dustin by her side. "Sure you're tall enough for that ride?" Robin asked.

"Quarter!" Steve yelled in frustration before Robin tossed a quarter at him. The boy hugged and quickly bent down and put the quarter into the machine, the group of four watching as the machine sputtered to life before the horse ride began to move.

"You need help getting up, little Stevie?" Robin joked, not expecting Steve to turn around and shush her almost immediately.

Dustin chuckled, but Y/N could tell by the look on Steve's face that he was trying to think so she glanced at Robin and Dustin before whispering, "Guys, just shut up, okay? I think he's on to something."

"More like on something," Robin muttered before her and Dustin chuckled, but a deadly glare from Y/N had the two both shutting up.

The three then turned their attention back to Steve and the ride before they suddenly seemed to recognize the music that was softly playing with the ride.

"Holy shit," Y/N muttered before Steve looked up at her. The two both grinned before saying in unison, "The music."

"The music!" Dustin exclaimed in realization as he quickly took off his backpack and dug around for the recording. He eventually found it and began to play the recording again, the music instantly lining up with the ride in front of them.

"I don't understand," Robin told them.

"It's the exact same song on the recording," Dustin explained.

"Maybe they have horses like this in Russia," Robin suggested.

"'Indiana Flyer'? I don't I don't think so. This code, it didn't come from Russia," Steve told them. "It came from here."

"Well shit."

- - -

"God, my brain hurts," Y/N muttered as she stared at the paper in front of her. Robin chuckled softly as she took a sip of her drink before saying, "Same."

"How come Steve and Dustin get to go chase down Russian bad guys while we are stuck back here trying to crack the code," Y/N complained.

"Cause the world is sexist," Robin replied with a shrug. "But even if it wasn't, do you honestly think they would have a better chance of cracking the code over the two of us?"

Y/N chuckled at that, already understanding what point Robin was trying to make. "Okay, I see what you're saying. But still. . .I'm starting to get a migraine from all this thinking. It's supposed to be summer, so why do I feel like I'm still in school?" Y/N asked.

Robin gave the girl a small smile before nodding towards the paper. "Could you read it out loud to me again, please?" she asked.

Y/N sighed but nodded in response. "The week is long. The silver cat feeds. When blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly," Y/N said.

"Tread lightly?" Robin muttered as she tried to figure out what that could mean.

A knock on the back door made the two freeze and Y/N set the notebook down before following Robin over to the back door to find a man standing there with a box in hand.

"Delivery for you," the man said.

"Thank you," Robin told him as she quickly signed a paper and took the box.

"Have a nice day," the man said before turning to leave.

Robin was looking down at the box and absentmindedly muttered, "Yeah, you too." She then began to close the door, but that was when Y/N's eyes caught sight of something that had her gasping and going to open the door again.

"Hey!" Robin exclaimed as she watched Y/N run into the small alley that was behind the shops.

Y/N ignored the older girl, her eyes latched on the jacket that the man had on that had a silver lynx on the back. "Silver cat," Y/N muttered in disbelief before her eyes widened. "Silver cat!"

She quickly shoved past Robin who was looking at her confused before she grabbed the notebook and began to run out of Scoops Ahoy. On the way, she passed Dustin and Steve who were just heading back.

"Y/N! You're not gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian," Steve laughed.

Dustin looked to the boy in shock before pointing at him and saying, "You did too."

"No, I did not," Steve began to argue, but Y/N ignored them and ran right past them causing the two to fall silent and look after her.

Robin came running up at that minute and Steve looked to the girl with a frown. "What's wrong with the kid? What'd you do?" he asked a little protectively.

"I didn't do anything," Robin replied defensively. "She just ran out."

The three then looked back to see that Y/N was now standing on top of a sitting area in the middle of mall. She slowly spun around in circles as she mumbled to herself, "A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice."

Her eyes then locked on the Chinese food place and her eyes lit up, "A trip to China sounds nice!" She then glanced at the notebook for the next part and whispered, "If you tread lightly. If you tread. . .If you tread. . ." Her eyes latched onto a shoe store and she laughed softly to herself. "If you tread lightly."

"When. . .when blue and yellow meet in the west," Y/N muttered the last part to herself. She looked around before her eyes caught sight of the huge clock  in the mall that had a blue and a yellow hand. "When blue meets yellow in the west!"

"Y/N," a voice said and the girl looked down to see Dustin, Steve, and Robin standing there. Steve gave the girl a concerned look before saying, "Are you okay? What are you doing?"

Y/N smiled and quickly got down before going over to Steve and grabbing onto his arms. "I cracked it," she told him, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Cracked what?" Steve asked.

"I cracked the code!" Y/N exclaimed as she shook the boy's arms. She didn't even give him time before she let out a small squeal and hugged him. The boy stood there in shock before glancing over at Robin and Dustin who looked back at him with wide eyes.

Steve slowly wrapped his arms around the young girl to hug her back as he let out a chuckle of disbelief.

"Well shit."

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Revenge. 8

Pairing: Captain Hook x Reader

Featuring: Rumpelstilskin, Zelena, Evil Queen

Words: 1023

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Request: requested by Anonymous:

“can u please do a killian jones/captain hook (from outa) imagine pls :)”

Notes: okay so it’s been ages since I updated since story and I know you’ve probably forgotten about this. But I was going through requests and imagines tonight and I saw this one and felt so bad for abandoning it. So I thought it was time to finally write it. I don’t know if you will like the turn of events but I think it’s quite interesting, just let me know what you think! I already know how this is going to end so I think I’ll finish it during the Easter Break but I make no promises! Anyway, I’ll finish it, that I can say it. Hope you enjoy it and please, leave feedback!

MASTERLIST

You hadn’t been scared until that moment. Even when the Dark One kidnapped you and took you to Oz you had been calmed, despite knowing what your destiny there was. But now, standing in front of Zelena, the story had changed. You could feel the fear running through your veins, your breathing speeding up just like your heartbeat and your palms getting sweaty as you looked around, trying to find a way to escape. There was none. You gulped and looked back at the witch.

“What the hell is going on?” You finally asked, trying to keep your voice calmed.

“You have no idea who am I right?” She smirked after laughing.

“The Wicked Witch” you shrugged, that was kind of obvious.

“Silly girl” she sighed. “Welcome home, darling” she said.

“What?” You frowned.

It had been ages since the last time Hook had put a foot in Oz and he had thought he would never do it again. He was wrong. Walking that stupid yellow path brought some bitter memories to him but he wasn’t going to leave. Not until you were with him again, safe and sound. But first, he was going to kill the Crocodile once and for all, he wouldn’t get away this time.

In the distance, he could see the Oz’s castle, where he knew you would be. Of course the Wicked Witch would know about that stupid prophecy but he would have never expected she would ask the Dark One for help. That definitely wasn’t in his plans. On the other side…neither it was falling for you. But there he was, ready to let go of his revenge in order to save your life.

Definitely, love was a weakness, but it was one he was willing to die for.

“Home? What are you talking about?” You asked.

“Well, dearie, I’m not interested in family business and I have things to do” Rumplestilskin suddenly said before Zelena could say anything. “Where’s that hat?”

Zelena gave him an obviously annoyed look before huffing and with a movement of her wand, a big black hat appeared in front of the Dark One. Smiling widely and with that stupid giggle of his, he picked it up and disappeared, not saying another word. It was confusing, but you knew from stories that trying to figure out Rumplestilskin’s plans was impossible. So you looked back at the witch in front of you, with more questions than ever before.

“Definitely your mother made a great work with you” the witch said, not smiling anymore.

“You knew my mother?” You asked, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

“Of course I knew your mother. She was my sister” she said.

Silence came between you two as you tried processing those words, at the same time more images came to your head: this time it was you, with that woman standing in front of you, but you were little, you were in her arms and she was doing magic with you, making you laugh. You shook your head and held it since it had started to hurt a little.

“What are you talking about? My mum had no sisters and she definitely had nothing to do with you, or this place” you denied, but not being so sure anymore.

“Except she did” she replied. “You can be as stubborn as you want, kid, but that’s the truth: your mother was a witch, not a simple peasant like that stupid tavern woman made you believe. Although I have to admit, she did a pretty good job raising you” she added looking at you up and down.

“No…that’s not true…” you shook your head. “My mum’s name was Marilla, she worked at the mill and was killed by the Evil Queen” you shook your head.

“Well…one out of three, not bad” the witch shrugged. Before you could say anything, she kept on talking. “Your mother was Maleficent, she was a witch and she definitely was killed by the Evil Queen, or like you liked to call her: aunt Regie”

“Aunt…?” You gulped. Not being able to believe any of her words.

You had grown up hearing stories about the Three Witches Coven, everyone knew who they were: the Wicked Witch, the Evil Queen and Maleficent. But once Maleficent disappeared the stories stopped so everyone assumed it was all a myth. Everyone was wrong.

“Yes, stupid little girl: I’m your aunt, just like the Evil Queen, you can deny it as much as you want, but that’s the truth” she snapped, obviously sick of you not believing anything. “You were born and everything was perfect until that stupid Mother Gothel made that prophecy and everything went to hell”

“Prophecy?” You whispered.

“Yes, the prophecy” a voice said behind your back.

You turned around and you felt your face turning white as you the Evil Queen coming your way. You immediately tried to take your sword but then you remembered you had left it at the boat when you left for a walk, assuming you wouldn’t need it. But you always had a knife hidden in your boot so you bended down but you were stopped by a force you couldn’t fight. Magic.

“So you don’t know about the prophecy huh?” Regina said standing next to you with a sarcastic smile on her face. “You don’t even need to know it, dear. We just need your magic”

“I have no magic” you replied, venom in your voice.

“Yes, you do, it’s blocked. Your mother blocked it, too afraid you would use it against us” Zelena replied.

“What?” You asked with a frown.

“The prophecy she was talking about” Regina said serious. “It said that the daughter of the Thee Witches Coven would be the only one strong enough to kill the rest and raise as the Queen of All Realms” she quickly explained.

“I’M NOT THE DAUGHTER OF A FUCKING WITCH!” You screamed at the top of your voice.

“I’m afraid you are, love” you turned around, once again, to find Hook a few feet away from you, standing there like noting had ever happened.

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Baby Come Home

*It had been seven days since a garbage truck had crashed into a van and sent six people to the hospital.  Seven days since I’d held a screaming child as she tried to grasp what had happened to her parents until she could finally get to them.  Seven days since I had acted on desperation and grief, clinging to anything I could find to hide from my fears, only to have to confront even more of them. Seven days since Trick had been home.   It shouldn’t have been weird not seeing him, not really.  When I traveled for work, months would go by without us actually setting eyes on each other without the help of skype and a laptop.  But this… this was different. When we were apart, we always talked, in some form, every day.  Even if it was just quick, meaningless texts, there was always a connection in some way.  Plus, I wasn’t living at his fucking house. But this was different. I hadn’t heard a single word from him since he had left that night, not one.  He’d talked to Pan a few times, and because Pete was a good person, he relayed the message at least, that Trick was okay.  It was small comfort, but at least it was something.   I’d spent the last week alternating between nervously pacing the kitchen, eating far too much take out, avoiding the paparazzi, trying to edit together shots for an upcoming article and having sex with Pan. Only four of those things were really planned; just two of them were enjoyable. That situation, in itself, was sticky, unintended. No strings attached was an easy policy to establish, but when you add twenty-five years of friendship in the mix, well… it was a very fucking good thing that I compartmentalized well. To say that the distraction was welcome was most likely the understatement of the year and I entertained the thought for a brief moment while, shockingly, pacing the kitchen barefoot and eating cold sesame noodles out of the carton while the wind picked up outside. “Jesus Christ, Beary.  Just fucking go see him already.”  There was an edge of irritation in Pan’s voice and I stopped my pacing and turned to face him as he perched on the island and regarded me with something akin to frustration.* I didn’t mean… fuck. I’m just worried about him, you know? *I didn’t elaborate, even though I probably should have and Pan’s expression softened as he jumped easily down from his perch and plucked the carton of spicy deliciousness from my hands before pulling me into a warm hug and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I know you are, so am I.  This isn’t like him, and I know he isn’t happy about it. He’s okay though, I promise.  And he wants to see you. He may not have said that, but I know that pretty asshole and he won’t be happy until it has happened. So, you know, go change.  As much as I know you don’t give a flying fuck what anyone thinks, leaving the house in my boxers and Pattycake’s shirt is probably not a great idea right now, especially with the clouds rolling in the way that they are.* Wrinkling my nose, I stuck my tongue out at Pan and glanced over my shoulder out the kitchen windows; the weak light that had been struggling to break through the clouds had finally been eclipsed and the sky was nearly black with both the impending night and storm.* You know I’m not willing to say you’re right but… *I couldn’t help my grin even as Pete’s light up his face. “When I’m right, I’m right.  And I’m right.  Now git. The show thirty minutes ago.” Pan didn’t stand for any arguments, instead choosing to smack me on the ass and start eating what was left of my dinner.  I squealed and flipped him off as I headed for the stairs, earning a laugh. “Maybe when you get home, Beary. I’m still a little worn out from this morning.”  The words were delivered around a mouthful of noodles and chicken which was entirely unsurprising and weirdly comforting at the same time. Changing was not a long process in the slightest, mostly because the vast majority of my clothes were exactly where I was not; a limited selection made things easy. As I buttoned my black jeans and shoved my feet in a pair of batter Chucks that had absolutely seen better days, their original black faded to a deep grey, with the rubber starting to crack although the words scrawled there in stark black sharpie were still legible. I twisted my hair up into a messy knot and anchored it with a stolen pen, one of Pan’s if the sparkly purple rhinestones and ink were anything to go by, and shoved my wallet in my pocket as I dashed back down to the first floor, pausing in the kitchen to steal a pack of gum from the ridiculous stash that Trick kept hidden in his pantry. “Are those shoes from that night in Brooklyn?”  Somehow, most likely do to his weird, ninja skills, Pan had snuck up behind me and his words, as well as the warm breath brushing over my ear made me jump.  I couldn’t be mad though, not even if I wanted to, and settled for glaring halfheartedly over the top of my glasses.* They absolutely are. I left them with Trick after I nearly lost them thanks to some airport fuckery. *There was far more to the story than I had time to think about in this moment, although I tucked the memory away for the drive to wherever the fuck it was that I was going. “Good. Your Uber is on the way, and here. It’s going to rain soon.”  Pan draped a jacket over my shoulders with a small smile, tweaking the collar just slightly as the garment hung over my bare arms.  It was ridiculous and far too long, but it would at least keep me somewhat dry if I needed it. Pushing up onto the balls of my feet, I brushed a kiss against his cheek.*  Thank you, Pan. I promise I’ll bring it back.  I’m not a coat thief. *The laugh I received was loud and braying, one of my absolute favorites. “No, you would never steal a coat.  Just shirts. And hats. And ties. And boxers… shall I go on?”  His tone was teasing and there was a twinkle of mischief in his whiskey eyes. * I mean, you can but it won’t make any difference. You know that. * ”I do. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.” The words were almost solemn in the unusual quiet of the pantry, and I leaned almost instinctively into Pan’s hand as he straightened my glasses. Anything else he may have been thinking was cut off by the beeping of a horn outside, and he gave me a small smile and brushed his thumb lightly over my cheek. “Be good, Sweetheart.” The words were just above a whisper and there was something heavy in them that I couldn’t seem to put my finger on, although I didn’t have time to process it in the slightest as he stepped aside and ushered me out of the pantry, shooing me towards the front door and guiding me easily out into the beginning of the storm. The storm had picked up as we wove through the streets, finally stopping in front of the venue that Pan had obviously directed the driver to. I slipped out of the vehicle with a wave and wrapped my borrowed jacket tightly around me but, despite the length, it did little to safeguard me from the now pouring rain and I was drenched in a matter of seconds.  The sidewalk and alley were scattered with whom I could only assume were fans, seeing as they were slowly filtering out of the wide open doors. I caught a quick glimpse of a ‘sold out’ sign that still hung in the now darkened box office window. A quick flash of pride welled up inside of me and I was, not for the first time, absolutely thrilled for the attention that Trick was getting for his music, no matter what may have been done to ignite that interest. The press of bodies at the barrier surrounding the white van that I knew Trick used for his equipment was already several people deep, despite the rain, and I cast a glance at the back door as I settled just out of the way of the crowd, leaning back easily against a brick building across from the club.  I kept my head down, the rain plastering loose strands of hair to my cheeks and neck before slipping down beneath the collar of my jacket. I probably would have been better off with a hoodie but hindsight was, as always, twenty-twenty. Shoving my hands in the too deep pockets, I allowed myself a little time to get lost in my thoughts, ignoring everything except for the rhythm of the rain and the roll of thunder overhead as memories of the last week, month, year, decade flooded through my mind on an endless loop.  That was brought to a halt as cries and flashes of light filled the air,  ones that were definitely not a  product of the light show overhead. My smile was immediate as I barely caught sight of a familiar fedora and just the briefest flash of a smile just past the clamoring crowd, that all seemed to be calling his name. I stood back for a bit, the rain getting steadily heavier as the time passed, and simply watched.  Trick seemed, maybe not in his element, but happy at least, his smile bright and genuine as he signed autographs and posed for pictures under an umbrella that was dutifully held by a familiar looking man in an atomic yellow raincoat, ‘security’ written on it in stark black letters. I couldn’t help the smile that passed my lips as I leaned back, staying in the shadows as much as I could.  I could pick out a few brighter flashes, ones that absolutely didn’t belong to a phone and my stomach turned at the thought of having to deal with fucking Chad again, or worse, so sticking to the shadows it was, at least for now. My happy little bubble of isolation was shattered just a few moments later when a bolt of lightning sliced through the sky and illuminated  the tiny alley followed almost immediately by a deafening roll of thunder, startling whatever creature was hiding in beneath the stacks of crates to my left, sending them tumbling to the cracked, wet asphalt with a clatter that drew the attention of everyone left at the barricade, including Trick. My cheeks flushed, very uncharacteristically, at the half whispered murmurs and I forced myself to stop studying the writing on the toe caps of my leaking shoes just in time to meet Trick’s gaze. Even with the distance that still separated us, I could see his eyes widen behind his glasses, a flash of surprise crossing his face. I raised my hand in a small, silent wave and saw his lips twitch, just slightly into a frown before he turned first to the blonde fan he was speaking with and then Mr. Umbrella, his words to both lost on me between the rain and the distance.  The latter, however, was only an issue for a few more moments before Umbrella was easily moving through the crowd, Trick following on his heels.  My stomach turned, inexplicably, the closer that he got and I shifted my weight anxiously from one foot to the other, my bottom lip securely between my teeth as I studied my shoes intently. A two fingers, warm and familiarly calloused, gently tilted my head up until I met blue eyes, dark with emotions that I couldn’t place but even then, they were safe and home and just… Trick. The truly embarrassing noise that caught in my throat was choked back as I finally stopped fighting and almost lunged forward, throwing my arms around Trick’s neck and burying my face against his shoulder.  He was literally everything good in this world, except for Pan, and I’d be a fucking hypocrite if I pretended otherwise, for even a moment. I felt his quiet laugh, the gentle vibration in his chest, as he pulled me tight against him and brushed a kiss against the top of my head. “Teddy, I’m so-”  The words were quiet, for my ears only, but I still shook my head, looking back up at him.* Don’t, you don’t- it’s okay just come home? *My voice cracked far more than I would have liked, and the words were disjointed and tears fell, unbidden, mixing with the icy rain that was still falling, but he smiled softly with a nod of his head, rain falling from the brim of his deep grey fedora.  Trick’s gaze darted to the line of fans behind him, and the photographers beyond that, all with cameras pointed in our direction.  His question was unspoken and unnecessary, as I stood back up on my toes to meet his lips in a sweet, almost chaste kiss for the cameras. Although it was a show, one that we both knew we had to put on, that didn’t take anything away from it in the slightest, and I laced my fingers with Trick’s as he draped an arm over my black clad shoulders and guided me wordlessly towards the waiting car that would finally take us home.*  #BabyComeHome #TheKidsArentAlright