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Rocking the House Chapter 1

Filler time! For those who weren't aware, the first five chapters of Defeating the Androids has been changed to Act 1 (for those who are afraid of a housetrapped situation, there will only be one more act, the finale after these potentially three filler stories) This first one revolves around Charles starting a band with Dave and Amelia starting a band! But before that, Amelia has a confession to make... a really big one!

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Amelia let out a small groan as she pushed her way out of the store, the shopkeeper calling out to “Come again” in a fake cheery voice. She had been tasked by Scottie, the head Toppat chef, to bring back some spices from the store. Since they had greenhouses that grew vegetables and fruits and anything else they just got delivered, they had to actually go into town to buy them.

Most of the time they “borrowed” it, but her father insisted on making sure they at least had a good image. Amelia let out a small sigh as she tried to balance the bags to carry them back to the car. June was starting to prove that it had teeth to bare, as the heat bared down on her like needles. She hated it because her nanites had to work overtime to keep herself cool.

“Geez, a perfect lady such as myself shouldn’t be subjected to this,” Amelia muttered as she tried not to drop the bags.

“You’re absolutely right, you know.” Amelia jumped a bit as she carefully turned around, looking to see Dave standing behind her, smiling gently.

“Ah, well, I’m just saying that you know… do you want any help with your bags?” Dave said.

“Uh, well, I�� I was just being hypothetical you know! I’m far from perfect,” Amelia said.

“Well, you know, I was just hoping that maybe I could help you carry one of your bags? I mean, I don’t mind. If I get caught, I guess you can… um…”

“They aren’t hot, I actually paid for them, you know,” Amelia said, “But I’d love some help carrying them. If it’s… not too much trouble.”

“Of course!” Dave said, grabbing two of the bags. Amelia felt her inseams steaming a bit as she took the other two bags in her arms, feeling herself getting a bit dizzy as she led Dave to the car, helping her set everything in the trunk.

“Well, that should be it. Did you drive this car?” Dave asked.

“Oh no, I can’t drive. Dad says I have… problems…” Amelia glanced to the side as she said this, before she noticed that her driver was missing.

“Huh, what the heck?” Amelia said, “Where did Jacob and Pinkman go…”

“C’mon, Amelia, we gotta go!!”

“Huh?” Amelia turned to see Jacob and Pinkman running towards the car, a couple of bags of stolen notes in their hands. Pinkman quickly opened the trunk and deposited the cash as Amelia stomped her foot.

“YOU GUYS WENT AND ROBBED A BANK WITHOUT ME!? NO FAIR!!” Amelia shouted.

“DOESN’T MATTER, C’MON, THE COPS ARE ON OUR TAIL, WE HAVE TO GOOOO!!” Jacob shouted as Amelia jumped into the car.

“Ah, bye Dave, see ya later!” Amelia shouted.

“WAIT! No witnesses…” Pinkman shouted, reaching over to grab Dave. Jacob suddenly grabbed him and hoisted him into the car.

“NO TIME! That guys timid as hell anyway, what’s he gonna do?! Let’s just go!” Jacob shouted as they sped away. Dave ducked into an alleyway as the cops turned the corner. He hid behind a trashcan, counting the seconds until the shouting suddenly went away and he heard sirens in the distance before letting out a small sigh.

“For a princess, she sure gets in a lot of trouble…” Dave said softly, coming out of the alleyway and heading towards his next destination.

Meanwhile, in the getaway car, Amelia was pouting a bit.

“C’mon Amelia, you said you would take care of the groceries. Plus me and Jacob thought we could make up for some of the extra funds that you spent, you know,” Pinkman said, “Too bad we had to leave that witness though…”

“It’s fine. I’m pretty sure Dave found a hiding spot,” Jacob said.

“Whatever. I still can’t believe you guys did something fun while I had to do the boring shopping,” Amelia muttered.

“The princess is pouting…” Pinkman teased.

“Ah, she’s just like this all the time, huh?” Jacob said.

“Shut up, you two!” Amelia shouted.

“What were you talking to Dave about anyway?” Jacob asked, “You looked pretty nervous when you were talking to him.”

“N-nothing!” Amelia said, “He asked me if I could drive and… well…”

“You?!? Driving?!? Let’s see, what’s the current ransom for teaching you again?” Pinkman asked.

“I think it was ten billion notes last time I checked,” Jacob said, “But I’m new to the clan, so that could have been a rumor I heard.”

“Man, I could have sworn it was five billion. Reg must be getting desperate,” Pinkman said, stretching, “Well, let’s head home and deposit our loot, ill gotten or otherwise!”

Pinkman parked the car in the garage, taking out Amelia’s groceries and the bags of money.

“I’m gonna deposit all this in the safe. Jacob, you help Amelia get that to the kitchen and put that away," Pinkman said. The two them nodded their heads as they headed to the kitchen, Jacob chuckling to himself.

“We should get something to eat after this. What are you having for lunch Amelia?” Jacob asked.

“Uh, probably roast beef sandwiches with a salad. A salad with olives, tomatoes, paper clips and… ah what else sounds good…” Amelia said, sighing a bit.

“Ah, well that sounds… nice I guess…” Jacob said, “Roast beef sandwiches sound good. How about we eat in the garden today? It’s a pretty nice day.”

“This is a nice day to you Jacob? It’s hell for me!”

“Ah, it’s because you’re a princess right?” Jacob teased.

“No, it’s common sense. I’m a computer, so I overheat easy, especially on hot days like this. I usually do heists farther up north if I’m gonna be out and about… ah, I miss New Stick City and Manhattan so much…” Amelia said as she set the groceries on the counter. The two them than entered the kitchen and got to work organizing the spices, making sure everything was in the right place and putting the older spices in front of the newer ones.

“Ah, so that’s where you guys were before everything happened, huh…” Jacob said, “I’m sort of jealous. I heard New Stick City is a pretty exciting place to live.”

“It has it’s ups and downs, I suppose,” Amelia said.

“So, what were you really talking to Dave about?” Jacob teased, poking Amelia’s cheek.

“Ah, this again? Seriously?!” Amelia shouted, stomping out of the kitchen in a huff as Jacob followed her, laughing a bit.

“Man, you sound just like my younger cousin. She got all pissy when I made fun of her crushes too,” Jacob said.

“It’s not a crush, it’s just…” Amelia glanced to the side as she placed her order and put it in the inbox.

“I mean, what’s wrong with liking him, you know?” Amelia said.

“That’s an awful lot of roast beef sandwiches you just ordered…” Jacob said.

“I’m thinking of bringing some to Harold and Ezhno down in the archives. They get so caught up in their work, they sometimes forget to eat you know,” Amelia said.

“Ah, that’s true,” Jacob said as he placed his own order. The two sat in the cafeteria to wait while they talked about other things until their order was brought out.

“Alright, let’s get these sandwiches down to the archives,” Amelia said, taking the platter carefully as Jacob followed behind her.

“This is super nice of you,” Jacob said.

“I just need to distract myself for a bit,” Amelia said, “I have to set a good example for the clan after all.”

“Wow…” Jacob said, “You shouldn’t over exert yourself too much, you know. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“It’s fine. I can go for about twenty four hours without having to boot up into sleep mode,” Amelia said, “And I usually sleep for about eight hours… but Charles…”

“Charles?” Amelia let out a small sigh as Jacob tipped his head to the side.

“Without military discipline, he seems to be getting close to about ten to eleven hours of sleep. What kind of dreams does he have, I wonder? Maybe it’s a bug?” Amelia said, “Maybe those backwards scientists back in Project SAI were onto something when they declared him defective...”

“Or maybe he just likes sleeping? I tend to sleep in every now and again,” Jacob said weakly.

Amelia hummed as she tilted her head to have Jacob open the door for her. They walked in, making their way through the maze of curved bookshelves until they eventually reached the middle of the room, where Ezhno was currently absorbed in his work. Harold (or Handsome Harold as he was commonly called) was there as well, sorting through a couple of files.

“Harold, do you have any references for this bank here?” Ezhno asked.

“Hm… let’s see… there might be a file or two on that bank in the back or… oh Amelia!” Harold said, “Hello there! You know, I have a few files that might go good on those sandwiches you brought…”

“Well, I brought enough for everyone,” Amelia said, “Ezhno, how long has it been since you’ve eaten?”

“I… ate a granola bar earlier…” Ezhno said.

“That’s not good…” Jacob muttered, “Hey, move the papers over, I wanna eat.”

“Here, Amelia, these files need to ‘disappear.’ If you know what I mean,” Harold said, setting some papers on the table and winking.

“Ah, sure thank you,” Amelia said, folding the papers and putting them between a few sandwiches, “I’m pretty sure you can squeeze in some time to eat. C’mon Ezhno, a granola bar isn’t enough for you humans.”

“Ah, well, I guess I can step away from work for a little bit,” Ezhno said as Harold took a sandwich himself.

“Ah, man I have so much work to do after all these. I have to admit, Pinkman is actually a pretty harsh mentor. I thought he was pretty easygoing around everyone, but he tends to be pretty pushy around me,” Jacob said, taking a bite of his own meal.

“Well, it’s because he wants you to be the best to the clan that you can be you know,” Harold said, “After all, the Toppat Clan has to remain on top!”

“Hmm…” Jacob placed his elbow on the table, causing Amelia to flinch a little.

“Actually, I was thinking about joining the detectives division once I get my basic training out of the way. I heard they do cool stuff, plus it’s not any different than the work I did before,” Jacob said.

“The detectives division is full of snobs though,” Ezhno muttered.

“Ah, they’re not all snobs! They’re just dedicated! Like Bloodhound for instance! He’s super good at chasing down crooks!” Amelia said.

“It’s too bad we have to turn them in now. Back than, we were pretty good about faking the death of those souls and of course allowing them a place in our clan. But now we have to worry about our PR,” Harold said.

“Is that why dad’s been stressed out lately… ah jeez…” Amelia let out a sigh, wishing she could help a bit more. But her dad had told her that it was higher up business now and she should take advantage of the punishment she had received to relax a bit more and act more like a young lady.

Is having a crush like that? Do ladies worry about whether boys like them or not?

“What are you so deep in thought about Amelia?” Ezhno asked. Amelia smiled weakly. It seemed like ever since she had met him, Ezhno was able to read her like a book.

“Well, what do you think, Ezhno?” Amelia said. Ezhno laughed and was about to respond when Jacob pointed with his fork.

“AH! I know! She’s all flustered about her crush!” Jacob shouted.

“Jacob!” Amelia shouted, slamming her hand on the table as Harold laughed a little.

“Ah, so you have a crush on someone! That sounds wonderful! Who is it? Is it someone in the clan? Don’t worry, we won’t tell your father,” Harold said.

“Yeah, we know how he gets when you’re around boys…” Ezhno muttered.

“Oh, well,” Amelia glanced down shyly before looking up again.

“It’s Dave Panpa. You guys probably don’t know him.”

“Dave… Dave, Dave, Dave… that name does ring a bell,” Harold said. Jacob slumped in his seat a bit, trying to avoid eye contact as Ezhno shrugged.

“He was that prisoner we kept here for almost a year. At least until the government broke him out. Remember, after the archives were infiltrated?”

“I don’t need a reminder of that,” Harold muttered, “I can’t believe you have a crush on him!”

“Ah, well, it’s just, he’s just, it’s just…” Amelia stuttered as if trying to come up with a good reason, “You shouldn’t tell my dad OK?! If he found out I liked a boy, he’d go all shotgun mode, trying to find out every little detail about him.”

“And freak him out, too. I mean, the guy is seriously a wimp,” Jacob said, rolling his eyes.

“That’s not true! He can actually be pretty brave when he puts his mind to it! And he’s kind and wonderful and sweet…” Amelia thought back to the incident when Charles was infected with the mega virus the N.E.R.Ds had injected in him.

Amelia approached Dave with a washcloth as he flinched, looking at her nervously.

“Your arm. It’s been bleeding for a while now. I just wanted to clean it up and dress it properly so it doesn’t get infected,” she said softly.

“Ah… fine fine, make it quick,” Dave said. Amelia pulled up his shirt sleeve a little as she started to dab the wound in water, causing the blood to run a bit more as she carefully cleaned it up. Than she dug through the first aid kit, applying the bandage and wrapping it up nicely before nodding her head.

“All done,” Amelia said, “Are you alright? That was quite a fall from the apartment window.”

“Yeah, Henry and Ellie are gonna be pissed if we ever find them. But I think Charles will be more pissed that his piano is broken… he said he got that for Christmas from Santa,” Dave said.

“I’m pretty sure Santa will send him a new one. Like one time I broke something that I got from him and he managed to bring a new to me,” Amelia said, “And it wasn’t even Christmas.” Dave chuckled as he smiled at her gently. Amelia felt herself overheating at his smile as she waited for Burt to get done with preparations.

“There she goes staring into space again,” Ezhno said.

“Shut up!” Amelia said, her inseams steaming up once again.

“I guess I really haven’t seen him action, huh?” Jacob said, “Well, maybe you’ll get another chance to talk to him.”

“Yeah, maybe…” Amelia muttered before standing up, “I’m gonna go see if the weapons division needs some help with organizing. We just got a new shipment in and I have a feeling they’re going to need all the help they can get.”

“I, uh… gotta get going too! Can’t miss training, hahaha!” Jacob said, shooting up as well, “Don’t worry about the tray guys, I’ll bring it back to the cafeteria for ya!” He carefully took the remaining sandwiches off the tray before running off with it, obviously in a hurry. Ezhno and Harold exchanged worried glances as they got back to work.

Meanwhile, Jacob was running off the communications division of the manor. He weaved through several Toppats as he finally approached the door, knocking on it as he opened it up.

“Hello?” Jacob said, “Is Burt here?”

“Nah,” he heard a bored voice pipe up. He looked to see the familiar top hat shifting a bit as Burt peered over his computer, smiling at him mischievously.

“What’s that tray for?” Burt asked as he motioned for Jacob to come closer.

“Uh, oh, I forgot to return this uh…” Jacob clutched it tightly before he looked at Burt with determination in his eyes.

“I wanna do something for Amelia!” Jacob said. Burt tipped his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes at Jacob.

- - - - -

Sven glanced down the alleyway, a little nervous as he glanced at Jacob.

“What the heck is the point of all this again!?” Sven whispered sharply as Jacob smiled.

“C’mon, Amelia clearly wants to get to know Dave better, but between her trying to keep herself busy every moment she’s awake, it’s not gonna work out,” Jacob said, “I figured this would be a nice surprise for her.

“I would say kidnapping him seems like the worst idea, but than again, this is what we do best,” Sven said, “But won’t it look bad if we just kidnap him for no reason?” Jacob shrugged.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” Jacob gazed down the street and looked to see Dave heading down the sidewalk, listening to Rupert ramble on and on about something. Great, they would have to do something about him. He could have sworn he looked familiar, but he shook the thought from his head as he gazed at Dave.

“Alright, so you know the plan, right?”

“What about that guy?”

“Don’t worry, hopefully things will work out.”

“Than you distract him while I grab Dave.” Jacob burst out from the alleyway, smiling as Rupert flinched, running towards him. Jacob instinctively ran away as Dave wrung his hands together nervously, wondering if he should run too. Sven creeped out of the alleyway and grabbed Dave, causing him to shout a little as Rupert turned around to notice that Dave was being captured.

“NOT THIS TIME!” Rupert shouted, grabbing some pepper spray. But he was suddenly overtaken by Jacob as he jumped onto Rupert’s back, grabbing the pepper spray and spraying it directly into Rupert’s eyes. A couple of bystanders stared worriedly as Jacob followed Sven back into the alleyway, Dave knocked unconscious as Rupert knelt down on the ground, cringing from the sharp stinging in his eyes.

“Damn… damn it damn it damn it ALL TO HELL!” Rupert shouted as a couple of passersby tried to help him.

- - - - -

Dave had just woken up in one of the guest rooms of the Toppat Manor about an hour ago and was now pacing the floor, trying to assess his situation. He wasn’t always the best when it came to other circumstances, but he was a master of escape… at least in his own mind. He wanted to be as excellent as Henry, but right now, he had to consider his options.

Going out the door wouldn’t work. If he heard correctly, there was a guard out there and of course picking the lock to be faced with a brutish dude who he probably couldn’t take down on his own was not the best option. The window could work, but after gazing out and seeing how high he was, he had to find a way to climb down safely.

Unfortunately, it seemed like they had planned ahead for this as while there were curtains, they were far too flimsy to make into rope and the bed sheets on the bed had been completely stripped. If he had the strength he could probably jury rig a makeshift landing spot with a trampoline, a couple of cushions from the two chairs, the throw pillows, and of course the pillows themselves, but he didn’t trust his luck with hitting the mark. Especially considering how far up he was. He was on the fourth floor of the manor, so it would be a miracle if he managed to get off with a broken leg.

And even than, where would he go? It was very clear he was in the middle of nowhere. He could see Lake Mesa off in the distance, not too far from their general location, but far enough to where a hike to a campsite near the area would take a toll on him.

So what was left? The vent was too small to crawl through, even if he had the tools to pry it open and the bathroom was devoid of anything he could use as a weapon in case he needed to get past the guard (there was no plunger, which severely disappointed him).

So he had to consider his next best option. Wait… and hope. He felt a surge of panic wash over him as he realized this, sitting down on the bed and bringing his head up to his knees. Wait and hope… the same thing he had told himself over and over again as he was locked up in the airship, wishing and wishing for someone, anyone to save him.

He let out a sort of shuddered sigh as he tried to stay calm, not worrying about the camera or the fact that the Toppats who were watching him were probably making fun of him.

Luckily that wasn’t the case. From the communications room, Burt could only glare at Sven as he shrunk back a bit, trying not to be seen.

“Maybe this was a bad idea…” Jacob whispered as Ezhno peered over the monitor, trying to get a good look at what was happening. Keegan, Ezhno’s roommate, chirped a bit, tipping his head to the side as Burt started to type a message on the other monitor.

“The girls are taking Amelia to the room right now. Than we can watch and see what happens,” Burt said.

“Isn’t this a little… prying? I mean, we really, really shouldn’t be spying on them like this,” Ezhno said. Burt stared at Ezhno, a sort of concerned look in his eyes.

“Amy is like my little sister dude. I have to make sure that scared or not, Dave doesn’t hurt her,” Burt said.

“If he does, that prison cell that he was in is going to feel like a luxury cabin compared the hell I’ll put him through! Jag ska få honom att lida! Helvete!” Sven shouted as Keegan backed up a little, letting out a few concerned chirps as Ezhno reassured him.

“I can only assume you two are here for that reason as well. If you’re bothered by it, you can always leave.” Keegan shook his head while Ezhno shrugged.

“Amelia’s kinda like my little sister too! She kinda reminds me of my younger cousin actually,” Jacob said.

“Ah, she’s going in… I think…” Burt said, leaning forward.

Back in the hall, Carol, Earrings, Matilda Ivy, and the Witch were practically begging Amelia to go in the room.

“C’mon Amelia, it’s OK!” Carol said.

“But my outfit-”

“What you’re wearing is fine! He’ll love it!” Earrings said, pushing her closer.

“C’mon, all you’ve gotta do is talk to him, you talk to the boys around here all the time!” Matilda said as she pushed her further inside.

“But that’s different! This is-!” Suddenly Amelia felt herself levitating a little as she shivered, trying to break free as the Witch used her magic to put Amelia down inside the room before slamming the door shut, locking it tight.

“I’M NOT AFRAID TO BLAST MY WAY OUT OF HERE, YOU JERKS! LET ME GO!” Amelia shouted.

“One hour! That’s all we’re asking darling!” the Witch shouted, “If you hate him, you can message one of us and we’ll be more than happy to let you out!” There was silence on the other side as Amelia let out an exasperated sigh.

“Fine,” Amelia said softly. She looked at Dave, who looked a little afraid as he tried to smile at her.

“Um, hey Amelia. I understand that you’re a Toppat and all but… but… PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!” Dave shouted.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. But if anyone tries to, I’ll deck ‘em,” Amelia muttered, sitting down next to him, “I’m sorry about all this. They could have just asked you to come over. Or I could have invited you over. Or, well, uh…” Amelia’s inseams started to steam a bit as she placed her hand down next to her only to see that it was on top of Dave’s hand. Part of her wanted to flinch away, but the other part wanted to at least hold it for a while longer.

“Yeah, that would have been the more… normal thing to do,” Dave said. The two of them glanced down at the ground as they tried to come up with something to say to fill the awkward air.

In the communications room, Burt was gritting his teeth slightly as Keegan pressed his palms together rapidly, gritting his teeth as Sven clenched his fist.

“C’mon, say something to each other already!!” Sven shouted.

“This really was a bad idea…” Jacob muttered.

“Hold on, let me motivate her,” Burt said, beginning to type on his keyboard.

Amelia suddenly heard a ping in her messenger app and she opened it up, letting out a small groan as she read the message.

Burthalomew9000: What are you waiting for? Talk to him!

GlitterToppatGirl: SHUT

“Are you OK?” Dave asked. Amelia’s inseams steamed as she shook her head.

“I highly doubt they got daddy’s permission to do this…” Amelia muttered, “I’m so sorry about all this. I can understand where these guys are coming from, but I wish they hadn’t done it the way they did…”

“It’s alright!” Dave said, “In all honesty, your presence is actually keeping me calmer. It’s keeping me grounded you know…”

“Thank you,” Amelia said, “I’m glad that’s the case.” Amelia glanced down at Dave smiled at her.

“If you’re worried about what to talk about, than how about I go first? Um… do you um… like… um… oh greater ones above, I don’t…” If Amelia still had a self destruct function, it would be ticking down, he was just so cute!

“I like writing stories,” Amelia said.

“OH! Uh… what kind of stories do you write?” Dave said.

“Um… silly ones…” Amelia said softly.

“They can’t be that silly. Send me what you’ve written, I wanna know,” Dave said, pulling out his phone.

“They didn’t take away your phone?” Amelia said. Dave’s face turned bright red as he slapped his forehead, realizing he could have texted someone to let someone know he was alright.

“DANG IT!!” Dave shouted.

- - - - -

Ellie leaned back against her chair, propping her broken leg up as she scratched at the cast, whining a bit.

“This is so stupid!” Ellie shouted, “My leg is ITCHY!”

“That cast isn’t coming off until your leg is healed Ellie, that’s how it works,” Charles said, gathering some dishes as he turned on the stove, “Until than, I’ll take care of all the cooking. Along with Henry of course!”

“I think I trust you more than Henry… ugh what I wouldn’t give to be an android like you. If you break your leg, all you have to do is get it fixed up by a scientist. I have to wait for my body to actually think about repairing my bones…” Ellie said.

“Being an android isn’t exactly the best thing in the world…” Charles muttered as he suddenly heard a ping on his messenger.

TheFinalBastion101: EMERGENCY!

xXBold_Action_ManXx: What does the general want?

TheFinalBastion101: NOT THAT! DAVE HAS LITERALLY BEEN KIDNAPPED BY TOPPATS AGAIN!

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Uh, hold on a sec…

Charles flitted through his contacts before pulling up Dave’s message box.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Hey, Dave, are you alright?

DaveyBoy500: I’m busy!

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Not too busy to text me back I see…

DaveyBoy500: I’m fine! I’m talking to a Toppat right now actually!

xXBold_Action_ManXx: About what exactly?

DaveyBoy500: Nothing much… Is Rupert OK?

Charles flipped back to Rupert’s message box and typed a message.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Dave’s alright. As far as I can tell. Are you alright?

TheFinalBastion101: I had to spend the past 20 minutes pouring milk into my eyes because one of those darn Toppats pepper sprayed me… But otherwise I’m doing GREAT! 😡

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Got it, I’ll grab Dave than.

He closed the windows, letting out a small sigh as he let Dave know that Rupert was fine and that he was on his way to pick him up.

“HENRY!!” Charles shouted. Henry walked out of the hallway into the kitchen, a dazed look on his face.

“I’ve got some business to take care of. Do you think you can look after Ellie while I’m gone?” Charles asked. Henry nodded his head as he walked over to Ellie, sitting down next to her as he leaned his head against her shoulder.

“Glad to see ya too, Henry. So what’s this business that you need to take care of?” Ellie asked.

“Uh, it’s fine, I think I can handle it!” Charles said, “In the meantime just relax. I’ll bring back something to eat.”

“What happened to cooking?” Ellie asked as Charles started to head out the door.

“Don’t worry about it!” Charles shouted as he slammed the door behind him.

“If it’s Toppats…” Ellie sighed as she leaned her head back, “So, are you hoping that Charles’ idea about being all ‘friendly’ with them will work?”

- - - - -

Charles hovered the helicopter above the Toppat Manor, looking down to see a couple of Toppats already on the roof, talking among themselves. He decided to radio the communications center. If this worked, maybe he could get out of here scott free without any bruises. He located the helipad on top of the building and got to work.

“Hey, this is Charles Calvin, requesting permission to land, over,” Charles said. Luckily, Charles managed to get in contact with one of the Toppats in communications that was Burt, a Toppat by the name of Mikey.

“Uh, hey… who is this? Is this a government vehicle? If you try to land, we will hurt you,” Mikey said, trying to sound intimidating.

“I’m not government… um, maybe I can talk to the leader, if that’s OK?” Charles said, “Look, I just wanna land.”

“Uh, hold on, lemme ask Burt.”

Burt, meanwhile, was watching as Dave and Amelia were laying back in the bed, talking excitedly to each other as the others watched. As happy as they were that they were getting along, they were starting to get bored of them talking and giggling among themselves. There were a few exciting moments where they held hands and Dave got bold enough to even kiss Amelia on the cheek, but in the end they were pretty bored.

“Well, at least he’s not trying anything on her,” Sven said, “But this is really boring.”

“Welcome to my world,” Burt muttered as Keegan leaned on top of Jacob, much to his discomfort.

“Maybe we should just stop watching. I mean-”

“Hey, Burt. Uh, we have a… person named Charles here requesting landing. He said he’s not government, but I’m looking at the cameras and in all honesty, I can’t say I trust him.” Burt jumped, almost spilling his coffee as he glanced at the others, a look of worry on his face.

“What’s going on?” Ezhno asked.

“One of the Triple Threat is here to grab Dave. What should we do?”

“He wants to speak to Reginald…” Mikey said, panicking a little

“Um…” Burt tried to think about the possible options before he suddenly heard another voice over his headphones. It was Charles, obviously getting impatient.

“Hey, Burt. You guys kidnapped Dave and hurt my boyfriend. And while I’m REALLY pissed off about that last part, I don’t to put up a fight. I just wanna talk, so can you put me through to Mr. Copperbottom? Please?” Burt let out a small sigh, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I have no idea who that is,” Burt said in a deadpan voice before hanging up. Charles groaned as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“Uh, hey, uh… Mikey was it?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m landing anyway. Once again, not here to fight, I just want to talk. I want to get my friend and get going. I’m not gonna do anything drastic and I’m definitely not gonna crash into your manor. BUT-!” Charles’ voice suddenly got low “-I’m not above self defense…”

“Wait, I can put you through to Mr. Copperbottom, I just need the head of communications permiss-” Charles cut him off as he began to carefully navigate his way down to the rooftop. He landed squarely on the helipad as the two Toppats approached the helicopter, taking a defensive stance as Charles tipped his head to the side. He recognized Carol already and his facial recognition program managed to identify the girl next to her as Annabelle Kensington, AKA The Witch within the clan.

“Hello,” Charles said, “Listen, I don’t want any trouble. I promise.” Carol backed up a bit, but she was still ready to fight.

“I just want to pick up Dave, alright?”

“And what makes you think we’re gonna make it that easy?” Carol shouted.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you see?” Charles said, tipping his head to the side. The Witch rolled her eyes as she flung a huge magic blast at Charles. A strange shield popped up around him as the attack was absorbed within it, causing Charles to vibrate a bit.

“Wow! This is interesting!” Charles shouted, “Very interesting. Let’s see how you like it…”

“Wait, wh-?

Before any of the girls could respond, suddenly Charles aimed his blaster at them, firing the magic attack back full force. The Witch put up a magic shield as Carol hid behind her, gritting her teeth as they looked to see that Charles had managed to do substantial damage to the top of the manor.

“Shit…” Carol said, “OK, look, listen, we only kidnapped Dave because we’re trying to play matchmaker.” Charles tipped his head to the side once again, giggling a bit as he approached them.

“OK, which Toppat has a crush on him?”

“Oh, that’s easy, it’s-”

“WHAT’S GOING ON UP HERE!?!” The three of them flinched as they looked to see the Right Hand Man, standing at the roof’s exit.

“Charles? What are you doing here…” the Right Hand Man, turning his new cybernetic arm into a laser cannon.

“Listen, I don’t want any trouble. I just wanna grab Dave and head home,” Charles said.

“Dave? Who?”

Carol winced as the Witch suddenly tried to hide her face.

“Uh, Dave? You guys kidnapped him again? For no reason other than to play matchmaker apparently?” Charles said. The Right Hand Man transformed his arm back as he glared at Carol and the Witch.

“What’s this all about, than?” the Right Hand Man asked.

“Uh, well, you see, your daughter… she was acting shy around this one guy and one of the Toppats…”

“Jacob!”

“One of the Toppats decided to kidnap Dave so he could talk to her one on one,” Carol explained, cringing a bit.

“Amelia likes someone? How come she didn’t tell us?” the Right Hand Man said softly.

“Maybe it’s because every time a new recruit of the male gender joins, your husband feels the need to threaten them,” the Witch said.

“Can’t help if we want to keep her safe!” the Right Hand Man shouted, “Alright, Charles, give me a second, I’ve gotta call Reg. Just follow me… And as for you two, you and Jacob are in big trouble…”

“Don’t try anything funny…” Charles said as he followed Right Hand Man back into the manor.

“Only if you don’t. Hey Reg, we’ve got a bit of a situation here…”

- - - - -

DontCrossCarol: The mission has been compromised! What do we do?

Burthalomew9000: Nothing. Nothing we can do.

“That’s our cue to leave,” Ezhno said as he grabbed Keegan, who looked a bit disappointed, but he followed nonetheless.

“We were never here!” he shouted as he headed out the door.

“Maybe I should get going too!” Jacob said, starting to sneak away.

“HOLD IT! You talked us into this and now you’re going to take the brunt of the punishment with us!” Sven shouted.

“Oh come on! Dave’s a security guard! The less of him around, the better, right?” Jacob said.

“There’s a form of etiquette the Toppat Clan that we have to follow. You literally kidnapped that guy for no reason…” Burt said, “We can’t have witnesses sure, but that was back when we could actually get away with crimes. I’d say the punishment you’re going to receive is far greater than anything you could ever conceive.”

“Oh nooo… I’m not gonna be kicked out am I?!” Jacob asked.

“No, but I imagine it might have to do with deep cleaning.”

“GREAT! And I’m still considered a new recruit thanks to that punishment a while back!” Sven shouted, “THANKS A LOT! Uuuuugggghhh….” Sven crumpled up as he put his head into his knees.

“Well, at least Amelia finally got over her nerves. She seems to really like Dave now…” Burt said, staring at the screen.

Meanwhile, Reginald was practically yelling on the phone as the Right Hand Man let out a small sigh.

“Love, listen, this wasn’t planned at all. I don’t know how or why it happened, but Charles is here so we might as well-”

“HOW DID ANY OF THIS HAPPEN!? Who was responsible for this!?” Reginald shouted as the Right Hand Man pulled the phone away from him, giving Charles a pleading look as he shrugged.

“Listen, I’m taking Charles to one of our lounges right now. I promise you I’ll have a few Toppats in there to keep an eye on him until we get Dave,” the Right Hand Man said.

“Fine, fine. I’ll go see about my daughter. I don’t believe she had any involvement in this, but I wouldn’t doubt that she’d take advantage of this situation.”

“Alright.” The Right Hand Man hung up the phone, motioning for Charles to follow him into the manor just as he saw Keegan and Ezhno rushing down the hall.

“OI!” The Right Hand Man shouted.

“NOTHING! I mean, yes sir?” Ezhno said nervously.

“You two keep an eye on him. Take him to one of the lounges and watch him carefully. Make sure he doesn’t try anything funny,” the Right Hand Man said.

“Yes sir. Um, and you’re…”

“Charles. That’s all you need to know,” Charles said.

“Cha… Cha-rl…” Keegan tried to say, looking a bit frustrated.

“It’s OK, if you can’t say it properly, just call me CC,” Charles said.

Keegan shook his head, his mouth making a flat little line as he said "No. No."

"Ah, oh, well... how about Char? Like the fish!" Charles suggested.

“Char...” Keegan giggled as he motioned for Charles to follow him. Ezhno followed behind, trying to rush as far away from the Right Hand Man as possible as he started to text Burt, asking for the location of Jacob Rose.

Meanwhile, Reginald was doing the same thing, only he was asking which room Dave and Amelia were in. Heading down the hall with Matilda and Earrings, they lead him to the room that Dave and Amelia currently occupied.

“Any socks?” Matilda said, snickering a little.

“Don’t be gross, Matilda…” Earrings muttered as she knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Amelia asked as she opened the door.

“Amelia Abigail Copperbottom, what the heck is the meaning of… this…” He looked up to see Dave towering over her behind him and felt a bit intimidated.

“Goodness gracious me, you are taller than I remember…” Reginald muttered, feeling a bit helpless.

“Mr. Copperbottom, I’m sorry if I worried you. I feel like all of this could have been avoided if well… umm…”

“If I had been brave enough to actually talk to Dave to begin with,” Amelia said, her inseams steaming up a bit.

“Well, you were brave! You just needed a little push!” Matilda said, “Sometimes that’s all that matters!”

“Yeah! And since Dave wasn’t hurt and Amelia is still safe, maybe we can-” Earrings started before Reginald gave her a cold stare.

“You two are still in trouble.”

“Darn,” they both said as they headed to Reginald’s office.

“Dave, I think you’ve overstayed your welcome. I’ll call Right and let him know to escort you to the lounge so you can leave at your leisure,” Reginald said.

“Ah, well, that was fun. How about we meet again soon? Say, around seven this Sunday?” Dave asked.

“Oh, uh, definitely! Definitely,” Amelia said, “No promises I won’t try any five finger discounts though.”

“Or a dine and dash?” Dave joked as Amelia giggled. She motioned for him to lean down so she could plant a kiss on his cheek as Earrings and Maltilda jumped at the loud THUD they heard.

“What happened?” the Right Hand Man shouted, rushing down the hall to check on his husband, who had passed out on the floor.

“Ah, well…” Matilda said softly, rubbing the back of her head.

“AMELIA’S GOT A BOYFRIEND!” Earrings shouted. Amelia hid her face in her hands as Dave turned bright red, trying to not be seen as the Right Hand Man gave him the most hard look in the world.

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It took about a few minutes, but eventually Dave was reunited with Charles, who was more than happy to leave the lounge he was forced to wait in. The only pleasant person there was Keegan, but even than he could tell he was getting a hard look from him. Everyone else practically either pretended he didn’t exist or gave him a glare so sour, he was getting viruses in his programming just from them alone.

He paid no mind to it as he headed to the roof to retrieve his helicopter, doing a full scan of it to ensure that nothing important was taken in the thirty minutes he had spent on this excursion.

“Be careful going back. Don’t be afraid to take shortcuts!” Reginald said as they were escorted to the roof.

“Sorry about all this. If you don’t want me to-”

“I think it’s for the best that Amelia starts growing up a little, don’t you think Reg?” the Right Hand Man said. Charles perked up a bit when he heard this, feeling a strange sense of deja vu as Reginald nodded his head in agreement.

“I suppose so… she can’t our little princess forever…” Reginald said, “That being said…” Reginald grabbed Dave’s shirt and pulled him down to his level, his stare quite cold and determined.

“If you do anything and I mean anything to hurt my sweet little girl, I can guarantee you that the cell you spent almost a year in will be a luxury paradise compared to the hell I’ll put you through!” he whispered softly, a wicked grin on his face as Dave nodded his head rapidly, backing away as Reginald and the Right Hand Man waved at them.

As soon as Dave was secure, Charles lifted off, doing his best to get the heck out of dodge.

In about an hour, he landed back on top of his apartment building, looking back at Dave, who seemed a bit shaken up.

“Are you OK? Did Reginald shotgun dad you?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, definitely…” Dave said, “Amelia’s alright, but the Toppats still kinda scare me a little bit… I guess I’ll have to start really getting over my fears if I wanna date Amelia.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Charles said, “If you’re that worried, you don’t have to always meet at the manor, you know.”

“It’s fine. I’ll never get over my fears if I keep hiding away. I’ll never be brave like you or tough like Ellie or as clever as Henry if I don’t try. I’ve spent my whole life skating by by hiding behind somebody. It’s time for me to be a little braver. Starting now, I’m a whole new Dave!” He strutted out of the helicopter before letting out a high pitched scream and running back in.

“What’s wrong now?” Charles asked.

“There’s a wasp out there!” Charles shook his head, chuckling as he turned his arm into a blaster.

“Well, it’s a good thing I have a plasma cannon!”

“NO WAIT, CHARLES DON’T KILL HIM, JUST LURE HIM AWAY!” Dave rushed out of the helicopter after him as Charles rushed out the door.

- - - - -

Amelia plucked at the strings of her bass guitar as she sat in the office with her dad and papa. She had acquired it in a heist about two months and had started taking lessons from Burt, who was more than happy to show her the ropes. Thanks to a couple of Youtube videos and Burt’s sort of laid back teaching style, she was starting to slowly but surely become a master of the instrument.

She wanted to at least show her dads what she had been learning and while they were very busy, they were happy to listen to her while they worked. She let out a small sigh as she looked up at them, stopping for second.

“I’m sorry about all this,” Amelia said, “I should have know that this was going to happen…”

“Well, I don’t exactly blame you for keeping your little crush a secret. After all, every time you so much as bring up dating anybody, I get a sort of head rush,” Reginald said, sitting down next to her.

“Why’s that?” Amelia asked.

“Well, it’s just that… I know that you were technically built to be an adult android or whatever, despite your age, but in the end, I always saw you as my little princess, you know,” Reginald said, ruffling her hair a bit, “And in a way, I wanted you to stay that way. I guess I should have known that under my nose you were growing up. You had to be all on your own for over half a year without us… that must have been devastating…”

“Well, Burt was there,” Amelia said, “But yeah, I was… kinda on my own.”

“I’m not saying you’re all grown up now and all that, but… I really hoped that I could keep putting it off you know,” Reginald said. Amelia looked up to see tears in his eyes as she flinched. She looked to the Right Hand Man, who was trying to concentrate on his work, but even his eyes were a bit wet.

“I’m always gonna be your little princess you know. Nothing will ever change that,” Amelia said, “I have a feeling that you’re going to rag down whoever I end up marrying though.”

“No, you know what I’ll do when you eventually get married?” Reginald said, “I’ll take one look at your in your wedding dress and I’ll cry with joy, because than I’ll know that I raised you right and I’ll be so, so, so proud of you.” Amelia felt herself overheating with joy as she hugged her dad tightly. The Right Hand Man came over to join them and soon they were in a big group hug.

“We love you a lot princess. Just promise us if Dave gives you a hard time, you’ll come to us?” the Right Hand Man said.

“To be honest, he’s kind of meek, but… he’s a really sweet guy who’s really smart and kind and gentle…” Amelia said.

“I think that’s why I preferred to scare those new recruits. Because I would rather you pick someone you want to date rather than someone else deciding you’re good enough for them,” Reginald said. Amelia nodded her head as she smiled.

“So, since I’m technically grown up now… do you think I could get a body modification?” Amelia said.

“Amelia, bigger breasts won’t make him like you more. He’ll stare at your chest so much he’ll burn a hole in it,” Reginald scolded.

“And than I’ll burn a hole in him…” the Right Hand Man growled.

“No, no, not that. I want to be a little taller. I look like a twelve year old in the wrong light and I really don’t want that to be a thing anymore. Please please please! Just a few inches!” Amelia begged.

“Well, how about we call Dr. Vinschpinsilstien first thing tomorrow morning and we’ll see about getting you those extra few inches?” Reginald said. When Amelia nodded her head eagerly, he planted a soft kiss on top her head.

“Good girl. Well, how about we get back to work, Right?” Reginald said, standing up to stretch. The Right Hand Man only let out a small groan as he stood up.

“Are you sure you guys don’t mind if I play?” Amelia said.

“You’ve worked so hard and you want us to hear, right? If we’re annoyed, we’ll let you know, I promise,” Reginald said.

“What you were playing earlier was alright, sweetheart. Do you know anything by Dim Lighthouses? They’re my favorite band,” the Right Hand Man said. Amelia nodded her head, recalling listening to a few songs online while she was practicing her bass. She began to tune her instrument again before starting to play again.

#the henry stickmin collection #charles calvin #amelia copperbottom #fan fic #fanfiction #the narrators stories #finally getting the courage to post this... aaaaaaa 😖#ocs are as follows #kee and ezhno belong to ashkie #scottie is mentioned and belongs to jay #i might have accordion and violin make an appearance in the next chapter but i gotta get confident with writing them 😫

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guardian-rocket · 2 years ago

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I have been RPing Rocket since 2014, and over the time my multiverse version of him has been more fleshed out. I have taken things canon from all media forms to create the version I play. I try to make sure he fits the MCU most, but I have taken some liberty to figure him out a little further too.

Various canons I may incorporate - Rocket loves duct tape (canon from cartoon series)

-He loves music (MCU but I was RPing this before it was even hinted)

- Rocket has a pocket dimensional vial that he can use to store things too big to carry (canon from cartoon series)

-He will lie to save face (MCU, comics, cartoons)

-He enjoys vices like gambling, drinking ect (comics, games, MCU)

-He sometimes goes to junkyards to get parts (cartoon, book)

-He flies off the handle when feeling insulted (MCU, cartoon, Games)

-He has the prosthetic leg Peter got him in the Kyln (cartoon)

-The original Groot was his best friend/partner and the young Groot is the original Groot’s son who Rocket is the adopted father to/primary parent (but co-parented by other Guardians) (MCU)

-He has Bucky’s arm (holiday special)

-His legal name is 89P13, which he resents and never uses (MCU/Cartoons)

- Rocket will put tracers on things or sneak tracers into food of people he thinks he needs to trace (this is canon from the cartoon, comics and the games)

- Rocket is overcoming an overarching hatred of humanoids through his timeline

- His willingness to steal is biological and instinctive (MCU, comics, cartoons)

- Rocket is multilingual beyond language packages in his translation implant (game, MCU)

-His favorite food is probably sandwich (comics)

-Rocket is farsighted and will sometimes use readers (I am Groot series)

-He will say ‘scoff’ at people instead of scoffing (game)

-Rocket carries a torch for Lylla’s memory, but will rarely discuss her (games, comics, ect)

-He likes Christmas (Holiday special, various holiday specials on several cartoons)

-He will lick the back of his hands to clean his face (MCU)

-He has a ‘thing’ about his feet being touched (comics)

-Rocket sometimes drinks/smokes (MCU/comics/Games)

-He likes McDonalds McMuffins (comics)

-In his mind, the ships belong to him (games, comics, MCU)

-He likes the movie ‘Beaches’ (comics)

-He has an ebay account (comics)

-Rocket is connected with Earth’s internet (MCU/Holiday special)

Various canons I reject - Rocket has had many girlfriends (Scottie Young comics; hell, just put anything he wrote about Rocket in here) By default my version of Rocket has never dated.

- Rocket has a sentient raccoon family (cartoon) Rocket’s immediate family is most likely dead

- Rocket as a female clone named Shocket (comic)

- Rocket is an alien that just happens to look like a raccoon (comic, cartoons) He’s an experiment and the only one like him

- Rocket was created to take care of the ‘Loonies’ (original comic) This was never a good plot

-He is bad with money (some comics/cartoons)

- Rocket was in a romantic relationship with Lylla (comic) Rocket’s feelings for her are up to debate but they were never an item for my version

- Rocket would eat from a literal trashcan or bin (comics and cartoons ) My version of Rocket may eat trash-like things, but never out of a trashcan unless he was literally homeless and had no choice

- Rocket is the least empathetic character in the MCU (MCU) this has been stated before, I reject it with a passion. Rocket doesn’t completely lack empathy for being outside his friends, he just doesn’t have much. He’s self interested and for good reason.

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bailey-the-narrator · 1 year ago

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RETRIBUTION: PROLOGUE

It's them versus the world.

[NEW NARRATOR LETS GOOOOOOOO]

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“BAD!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THIS WHOLE TIME, SCOTTY???”

Scott rolled his eyes before his gaze returned to his editor, who slammed his papers to their desk, creating a mess. The words inside the documents were all hand-written with newspaper cutouts attached to some of them.

“You want a story, chief.” The journalist scoffed—his voice low, almost like a deep growl. Hands pushing the messy pile of papers back toward his boss. “So I got ya a story.”

The chief pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling loudly. “Your story? It’s great, like usual. But you’re not writing a factual story, Scotty.” They took the paper piles before crumpling them all and throwing them into his trashcan. “You’re writing a whole-ass conspiracy. A FUCKING SHIT ONE!!!”

There was something shifted inside Scott’s chest. As if his heart had dropped to his stomach, his eyes widened as he stared silently at his papers in the trash bucket.

“Just give it up, pal.” Chief stood up from his seat and walked past him, their hand resting on his shoulder for a while. “You kept showing this story to me, and I’m getting sick and tired of this.” With the end of the speech, they let him go, leaving the office room.

No. He couldn’t just give up.

Not again.

Not like this.

Deep breaths. Ignore the spiking violent urge. Let them pass.

He bent down to dig through the trashcan, gathering the crumpled papers and their attachments.

“It’s not a conspiracy. I was there…” He muttered, his expression darkened.

Scott “Scotty” Shaw. A journalist from Exemplum Publishing Company.

Currently, he’s on a warpath against the people who covered up the truth away from the world.

#tsp #the stanley parable #tsp au #stanley parable #tsp fanfic #tsp narrator #retribution tsp

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impalaanddemons · 7 years ago

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I'm still looking for requests, prompts, etc! I'll do drabbles on monday :) Please send all your requests in!

#Requests open #Drabbles #Supernatural fanfic #Star trek fanfic #Mckirk #Destiel #scotty trashcan #scotty x reader #Reader insert

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fanficimagery · 3 years ago

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The Alpha’s Sister

Imagine coming home for Thanksgiving break and letting your family know you're moving back home. Life in Beacon Hills ends up being a rollercoaster, but what a fun ride it is.

Words: 9.3K Author's Note: Um, excuse me.. but how the hell have y'all let me go so long without writing anything for Derek Hale?! I wrote three books, each book having 77 chapters, and not a single imagine for my favorite werewolf. Warning for this..? Some violence though it's not detailed. And Scott's pack only consists of his inner circle (Stiles, Derek, Lydia and Malia). I wasn't a fan of the baby beta or his friends.

Waking up only after a few hours from when you've finally fallen asleep is not your most favorite thing to do, but given that you never really caught the name of your bed partner you're grateful to have woken up. You don't have a problem with one night stands, but for a moment after you woke up your shyness always seeped back in after the deed had been done. Especially if your partner was attractive as hell and way out of your league.

So after collecting your clothes from around the random motel room, you hurriedly get dressed in hopes of escaping before the handsome stranger wakes up. However, as you're reaching for the door handle, you spot his phone sitting there on a small table. You glance at it, then glance at your bed partner, and decide to be bold one last time.

Picking up the phone, you quietly scoff when you realize it's not password protected. You enter your phone number into his contacts, wondering if he'll ever see it, and then open up his Notes app to leave behind a message- Tonight was fun. If I'm ever passing through again I wouldn't mind a repeat performance. Goodbye for now. YN.

Nose wrinkling at the note, you lock his phone without closing out the app so the next time he opens his phone the note is the first thing he'll see. Leaving behind a message and hoping to bump into someone again is quite ballsy for you, so you quickly make your escape before you have second thoughts and erase all traces of you being there.

Safely outside the room then, you stumble over to your vehicle and already have plans in mind to find the nearest early morning café so you can get your caffeine fix and a drink for your mother before she leaves for her shift at the hospital. After all, you were only a couple miles outside of Beacon Hills when you had stopped to blow off some steam at a bar and had met your latest fling.

By the time you're pulling up to your childhood home, your mother is exiting the front door. She walks halfway towards the driveway and a beaming smile breaks out when she sees you exiting your own car. And with two cups of coffee in hand, you shut the door with your hip and start towards her. "Hey, mom."

"YN!" Melissa McCall says. "I didn't know you were coming in today." You hand her the full cup of coffee before kissing her cheek and hugging her. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I wanted to surprise you and Scott. And speaking of, where is the little miscreant?"

"Oh well Dr. Deaton had an emergency at the Vet Clinic so Scott went in to help." Melissa frowns. "He'll be back later, but if you need someone here I can call in-"

"No," you immediately cut her off. "I'm okay, mom. Really. You go to work and I'll just- I'll head in to shower and then catch some Z's before Scotty comes home."

"Okay." She smiles at you. "We've kept your room nice and tidy so you should be fine."

"Are you kidding me? The mattress is probably stiff," you tell her, grinning. "I'm totally crashing in your bed."

Melissa chuckles. "If you say so. I'll see you after work and hopefully Scott will see you sooner."

"Mhm. Bye, mom." You kiss her cheek one last time, watching her get in her vehicle and take off for work.

Once your mother's vehicle is out of sight, you finish off the last of your coffee and head towards the trashcan by the curb to toss the empty cup. With your hands free, you open up the back door to your car and reach for your duffel bag of clean clothes. Then after the bag's strap is draped across your body, you grab the two trash bags filled with dirty clothes so you can start your laundry as soon as possible.

Inside the home is just as you remember, with the exception of a few improvements here and there. You leave the duffel bag of clean clothes on the couch before making your way to the laundry room and starting your first load of laundry. Then when you're back in the living room, you dig around for a clean set of clothes before setting out to take a shower and grabbing a few more hours of sleep.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You're not sure how long you've been asleep when you're suddenly disturbed, someone or something landing on the mattress next to you and bouncing you awake. Your heart pounds furiously as you try to get your bearings and you exhale a huge sigh of relief when you see your idiotic brother beaming at you.

"Scotty," you sleepily smile at him. "What time is it?"

"Just after three. I came in earlier, but you were truly out of it. I thought I'd let you sleep a little longer."

"So considerate of you." You yawn and stretch, and then sit up while trying to tame your hair. "Are you busy for the rest of the day?"

"Nope. What do you have in mind?"

"Food. I want a cheeseburger with fries and a milkshake."

"Alright, but you're driving. All I have is my bike."

"Done. Let me just put my clothes in the dryer and the other into the wash. Give me about fifteen minutes so I can change as well."

Scott gives you enough time to tend to your laundry and change into appropriate clothing for being out in public, and then the two of you are in your car and driving towards a diner you used to frequent when you were younger.

When you get to the diner, Scott settles into a booth and you sit across from him. The waitress is surprised that both of you already have your food order when she stops by to take your drink orders and then you're left staring at your brother.

"So how's New York?" He asks.

"New York is fine," you tell him, grinning, "but it's not home."

"Beacon Hills is hard to duplicate."

You snort. "You're telling me." He chuckles along with you. "And speaking of, how is Beacon Hills faring this time of year? No.. issues as of late?"

You had known all about Scott's little secret, but you'd only found out after you had left for schooling all the way in New York. He had wanted to keep you in the dark, but since you visited every now and then your mother had him tell you. It was a bit hard to believe, but everything you knew about the world changed the moment your brother's features shifted into something animalistic one night. Since then you knew all about the shenanigans he and his friends got up to.

"Beacon Hills is good," he tells you. "It's quiet for once and we can actually focus on our studies and prepping for college."

"Well that's good. Are you going to be staying close to Beacon Hills?"

"I am. I'm going to be able to keep my part-time job at the vet clinic and then go full time alongside Doctor Deaton after I'm done with college."

"That's great, Scotty! I'm happy for you."

"Thanks."

Your food comes out quicker than expected and the next few minutes are spent savoring the first few bites. Scott wrinkles his nose when you dip some of your fries into the milkshake, but then ends up enjoying the combination himself when you make him try it. You end up talking a bit more between bites of food, he wanting to know all that you were up to in New York and he telling you all the drama that Stiles still dragged him into.

After you're done eating, he takes you to surprise Stiles and his father Noah, and then you're reintroduced to Lydia and introduced for the first time to Malia.

By the time you get home, your mother is off from her early morning shift and already scouring the pantry for something to make for dinner later that evening. Leaning against the kitchen island, you smile at your mom and brother. "Hey, so before I forget, I have a huge favor to ask." Your mom and Scott come to a stop, staring at you. "What do you guys think of me moving back in? I can cover a portion of the bills and throw in some cash for groceries. I can pull my own weight around here."

Scott blinks and then slowly grins. "You wanna come back?"

"Well I mean, yeah," you muse. "I already have a job lined up and I'll be starting around the middle of December."

"Oh? Where at?" Your mother asks.

"Beacon Hills Memorial."

"You applied at the hospital?"

"I did." The two of you start to smile at the same time. "And I got the job. I just need a place to live now."

"Of course," she says. "You're more than welcome to move back in."

You chuckle in relief. "Thanks, mom."

Over the next few days, you're in planning mode with your mother and Lydia about what's going to be done about Thanksgiving. Stiles and his dad are going to be joining your family, as well as Lydia and Malia. Your mother had also invited someone by the name of Chris. No one had a big enough dining room and it was Scott who suggested his friend Derek's place since Derek's loft was big enough for everyone. And after getting Derek on board, a list was made about who was going to take what.

On Thanksgiving day, you're riding with your mother and Scott to the building Derek apparently owned, two dishes of green bean casserole sitting next to you. "So who is this Derek again?"

"Derek Hale," your brother says.

"The werewolf, right? The one who was trying to help you, but going about it all wrong?"

"The one and the same."

A moment passes and then your mother glances at you in the rearview mirror and asks, "Didn't you used to have a crush on Derek Hale?"

Scott whips around in his seat, a look of betrayal passing over his features as you blink innocently at him. "Is he still as cute as I remember?"

"Oh gross!"

Your mother laughs in the driver's seat as you tease your brother. "What about Peter? He was super cute if I remember correctly."

"Absolutely not!" Scott practically shouts. "He's a psycho! He took mom on a date after he bit me so I'd join his pack."

"You went on a date with Peter Hale?!" You glance at your mother then. "How come I didn't know about this?"

"Because it wasn't really a date." She laughs. "Your brother and Stiles ruined it before it even started. And there was only ever that one because Scott's right, Peter's a psycho."

"Well damn. I missed all the fun stuff."

You and your mother spend the rest of the ride laughing at Scott's disgruntled mood, and when you get to your destination Lydia and Malia are just pulling up as well. Lydia gets off her car with two dishes of macaroni in her arms and Malia is holding boxes upon boxes of pies.

"Stiles and Noah are inside with the second turkey already," Lydia informs you and your family when you exit the car. "Stiles is getting started on the mashed potatoes and I still have to make the yams."

"Well these casseroles need to go in the oven for about half an hour or so, so that's perfect timing."

"Then let's go because I'm starving," Malia says.

The five of you head into a building that's seen better days, but you're surprised at the cleanliness on the inside. The cage-like elevator is one of the sketchiest you've ever seen, but Scott assures you it's more than safe. The seconds that it takes to rise all the way to the top floor seems like a lifetime and you breathe a sigh of relief when you finally step off.

The door to the loft where dinner is to be held is wide open and immediately you're taking in your surroundings. The loft is an open floor plan, so right away you can see the living room portion of it, the dining room, the kitchen, and even a bedroom. There's a metal spiral staircase that leads up somewhere and a hallway that leads to God knows where. The walls and pillars are all brick, but your favorite part of this place is where the bed sits beneath a large wall of windows.

There are two tables set up- one with numerous chairs surrounding it and decorated for a Thanksgiving feast while the other is filled with all that fancy paper and plastic dinnerware so it'll be an easier cleanup afterwards. You continue on to the kitchen, kissing Noah Stilinski's cheek in passing and hip checking Stiles as he stands by the oven.

"Where do you want these casseroles?" You ask.

"Go ahead and slide them into the oven," he says. "It's already all warmed up."

Settling the dishes on the countertop next to the oven, you take off their coverings before opening the oven and sliding in the dishes so they're side by side. When you close the oven door and turn around, your mom surprises you with half a glass of wine.

"Oh. Thanks." She smiles at you as you take a sip, leaning against the counter and letting yourself breathe now that all the prepping for dinner is just about done.

"YN! Come here for a sec," Scott calls out.

You glance over at your brother to see a new individual with him and figure it must be Derek Hale. His back is towards you as he carries on a conversation with Malia and you can't help but appreciate his shoulder to waist ratio in the tight shirt he's got on. As you near, you go to take a sip of your wine just as Derek turns around and.. you inhale sharply and promptly choke.

You haven't seen Derek Hale in years.

Scratch that.

You haven't seen Derek Hale since you left him in bed the other morning.

A hand comes down on your back a few times until your airway clears, and when you can finally breathe again you glance to your left where Stiles is standing. "You good?"

"F-Fine! I'm fine," you say. "Wine just went down the wrong pipe."

"If you say so." Stiles pats your back one last time before he leaves and when you finally brave a look at Derek's face, dread fills you at his amused expression.

"So you're Derek Hale, huh?" You nervously ask. "Gotta admit, I would not have recognized you had Scott not mentioned we were coming to your place."

Derek huffs a brief laugh. "And you're YN McCall. I didn't know Scott had a sister."

"That's because I kept my nose out of everyone's business and left Beacon Hills as soon as I graduated."

"But now that YN has landed a job at the hospital, she's moving back," Scott proudly states while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Isn't that right, sis?"

"Yep." You gulp under Derek's gaze and then quickly chug the rest of the wine in your glass. "Oh would you look at that," you say. "I need a refill."

You quickly turn around and make your way back to the kitchen, taking the wine bottle from your mother and pouring yourself another glass.

Lydia glances at you, eyebrow raised. "You okay?"

You shrug. "Sure."

Feeling your phone buzz, you take it out from your back pocket and see a text message from a number you don't have saved. When you open it up, your heart starts to beat double.

You didn't tell me you were from Beacon Hills or related to Scott.

Eyes narrowing, you set down your glass of wine to text back.

Yeah? Well you didn't tell me you were from Beacon Hills either! Or that you were Derek Hale. I don't remember you looking like this.

When you meet Derek's gaze from across the room after he reads his text, he slowly smirks and it makes you feel all sorts of things. Quickly you squash down those fluttery feelings because you're in a room with two wolves and a coyote, and you know they can hear and smell all sorts of things. His nostrils flare before his smirk widens even more and you pick up your glass of wine once more before chugging its contents.

Stalking towards Lydia after setting your glass down, you grab the banshee by the wrist. "Come on. Show me where the bathroom is in this place."

As Lydia leads you through the room, you watch as Malia narrows her eyes on you as you pass. You gesture for her to follow and she's quick to abandon Scott in favor of following you and Lydia. Then when you get into the bathroom, you shut and lock the door behind the three of you and immediately turn on the water faucet.

"Alright," Lydia sighs, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the sink, "what's going on with you?"

You open your mouth to answer, only to snap it shut and pull out your phone instead. Opening up your Notes app, you type out your response instead. When you turn your phone around so they can read it, Lydia and Malia put their heads together as they read: I slept with Derek the morning I showed up here in Beacon Hills!

Lydia's eyes widen, but it's Malia who snorts in amusement. "Oh hell. This Thanksgiving just got a hundred times more interesting."

"Malia," you whine, stomping your foot when she starts to giggle, "this isn't funny!"

"Why are you freaking out?" Lydia muses quietly.

"Because I didn't know it was him at the time!" You squeak, voice equally as quiet. "The Derek I remember didn't look like that!" You gesture wildly towards the door as if he were just outside.

"His name didn't ring a bell when you were hooking up?" Malia asks.

"Well, uh, I was a little too preoccupied with what his tongue and fingers were doing to remember whether he said his name or not.

"This is both disgusting and entertaining as hell," Malia says. "Leave it to my cousin to bang Scott's older sister."

A moment of silence passes before both girls erupt with laughter. Your eyes widen and you quickly swat at their arms. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"Don't be so worried," Malia murmurs. "If it makes you feel any better, he didn't seem disgusted or disappointed when Scott introduced you. He seemed surprised."

"I.." Your mouth shuts and you take a brief moment to think about it. "Yeah okay. That does make me feel better because I might have left him a note on his phone saying I wouldn't mind a repeat performance if I ever passed through again."

Malia bites her lip to keep from laughing and you can't help the blush that erupts. Lydia sighs, amused, and wraps her arm around your shoulders. "What are we going to do with you?" She muses. "Now come on. Pull up your panties and get back out there. You and Derek are both adults."

"Yeah, but.. Scott. And Stiles," you frown. "I remember vividly everything they ever said about Derek Hale after Scott had been bitten."

Lydia waves you off. "Derek wasn't as bad as they made him out to be. He was just trying to make the best of whatever situation he found himself in. Your brother and Stiles can just get over it."

"And if they don't," Malia's eyes flare blue, "we'll take care of them."

With the two girls in your corner, it's easier to leave the bathroom. Scott immediately looks at you, expression curious, but you paste on a smile and assure him everything is fine. You just needed a bit of girl talk. Your mother pulls you aside for a quick conversation to make sure you're okay as well, but you promise you'll tell her when you get home later. Then when you catch Derek's gaze, he raises his eyebrow at you and you smile, biting the corner of your lip to keep from laughing when he starts to smile back. The last thing you need to do is nervously giggle and draw even more attention to yourself.

Chris Argent is the last to show up and you're surprised to find out he's actually your mother's boyfriend. You politely greet him and then glance at Lydia, mouthing what the fuck? before subtly high fiving your mother for a job well done. Scott was not impressed.

When all the food is done and laid out along the countertops, Noah and Chris carve up both turkeys. Everyone grabs themselves a plate and forms a line to serve themselves before taking their plate to the table. As Derek and Noah each sit at opposite ends of the table, Stiles, Lydia, Scott and Malia take one side of the table with Stiles closest to his dad and Malia closest to her cousin. On the other side sits, Chris, your mother and then finally yourself with Chris closest to Noah and you closest to Derek. Malia can't help but wiggle her eyebrows at you and you quickly kick at her shin under the table.

Dinner goes surprisingly well, especially when the wine starts flowing between all the adults, yourself included. Chris and Noah are interested in knowing all that you've been doing in New York, and congratulate you on getting a job in Beacon Hills when your mother gushes about it again. You poke fun at Scott and Stiles about their younger years, and it's Chris who brings up the question about you knowing Derek while he was in school. Your eyes had subtly widened at being mentioned in the same sentence as Derek, but Scott still caught it and started to choke on his own tongue. You stammered through the excuse that you knew of Derek, but the two of you had never spoken. Derek had backed you up on that statement, admitting to knowing of you in school but he had never connected the dots to you being Scott's sister.

The conversation moves on to what everyone else's plans are for after high school, then all too soon everyone starts grumbling about getting back to their respective houses before they go into a food coma. You quickly help your mom clean up a bit so Derek doesn't have to while several others pack themselves some to-go trays. Everyone thanks Derek for hosting before leaving one after the other. You manage to catch his eye, tapping your phone when it seems like he wants to talk with you and you mentally sigh with relief when he nods.

Outside, Scott leaves with Lydia and Malia so he can spend a bit of time with Malia and her adoptive dad. Stiles plans to drop off his dad before heading to Lydia's and even your mom makes plans with Chris after she drops you off at home. You had offered to take the car so she could leave with Chris, but she had mentioned wanting to have a quick conversation with you.

Inside the car, you've barely gotten out of the parking lot before your mother says, "Spill."

You nervously shift in your seat, pasting on a smile you're sure she sees right through. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Mhmm," she muses, lips twitching. "So you didn't nearly asphyxiate yourself when you laid eyes on Derek Hale? Not to mention that he couldn't keep his gaze from darting to you every other minute. And the fact that you dragged Lydia and Malia to the bathroom wasn't suspicious at all," she drawls.

"Okay. I get it. I wasn't exactly subtle." You frown as she laughs and it takes you a moment to think about what you want to say. When you have it all figured out, you sigh. "So remember how you encouraged sex positivity so long as everything was consensual and everyone was safe?"

"..yes?"

"Well as you know.. everyone has their needs. I've never been a relationship type of gal because I knew New York was never going to be permanent, so I had flings here and there." You pause, nose wrinkling when you hear your mother gasp as she immediately pieces the rest of the story together. "I needed to blow off some steam right before I entered Beacon Hills, so I stopped at a bar. The pickings were very slim and I thought I was just going to come straight home before this guy started chatting me up. Immediately he gave off frat boy vibes so I wasn't interested, but he wouldn't take a hint. Enter Derek Hale."

"Oh my god."

"Only I didn't know it was Derek Hale at the time because he grew up so goddamn fine and I wasn't paying attention to whether or not he said his name."

"This is my Christmas present, just so you know. Nothing you tell me ever again is going to top this."

"You're a horrible mother," you deadpan and Melissa absolutely loses it. "Anyway, Derek stuck around because the frat boy was keeping watch, and then before we knew it hours had passed. We got a room, we hooked up, and then a few hours later I was sneaking out of the motel room after leaving a note on his phone that I wouldn't mind a repeat performance if we ever ran into each other again."

"YN!"

"What?! I didn't think I actually would run into him again or that he was Derek freakin' Hale who lived in the same town as I did. I was just feeling bold and running off of very little sleep when I left that note."

Your mother starts to laugh and you slump in your seat as her laughter just seems to go on and on. And before you can say anything else, your phone chimes in your lap and your heart beats triple as you see Derek's number sitting there. Opening it, you quietly read it to yourself.

Are you free tomorrow? I think we should talk.

Quickly typing back, you tell him you're free and ask where he wants to meet up.

A few moments later, his reply comes in.

I'll pick you up around six. We can grab a bite to eat too.

You text back that that's fine with you and then save his number.

As you set your phone down you can feel your mother glancing at you, but you don't say anything. "Was that Derek?" She asks after she realizes you aren't going to say anything.

"Yeah," you admit. After all, there was no use in hiding it. "He wants to meet up tomorrow and grab a bite to eat."

"Ooohh. Is this a date?"

You shrug. "Doubt it. He probably just wants to clear the air between us since he and Scotty have their whole werewolf pack thing going on for them. Better to make peace with your one night stand than part on iffy terms and have her werewolf brother pissed off with you."

Melissa snorts. "Derek Hale is many things, but being scared of Scott is not one of them." You chuckle. "He definitely wants to clear the air, but I doubt it's just so you can part ways. You didn't see the way he was looking at you, sweetheart. That boy is definitely interested."

"Well I guess we'll see tomorrow," you say with a soft sigh.

The rest of the ride is silent and then you're being dropped off at home. With your mind running a mile a minute and your anxiety trickling in about your imminent talk with Derek, you keep yourself busy by picking up around the house before showering. Then once you've gotten yourself under control, you pull up Netflix on your TV and put on a baking show you binge every now and then while attempting to paint your toenails before climbing under the covers and drifting off to sleep.

The next day you're so fidgety that Scott can't help but wonder what's going on. You try to feed him excuse after excuse, but his damn wolfy senses know you're not being truthful with him. Eventually you figure you should tell him, but not before dragging your mother into the room with you so your brother doesn't blow a gasket. And surprisingly, Scott finds amusement in your hook-up story with Derek. The way he sees it, you're both adults and he doesn't care who you spend time with so long as it doesn't interfere with pack dynamics. It also kind of helped that you were the older sibling and a threat here and there curbed his more negative thoughts.

Your mother eventually has some errands to run and Scott gets called into the vet clinic. He promises to not breathe a word to Stiles about you and Derek until the two of you come to an understanding about whether you want to keep seeing each other or not, and then you're left all alone with your thoughts once more.

It's a lot harder to keep your mind off Derek Hale now that you know what you know, but you manage to hold yourself together long enough to take a shower and find a decent outfit for the evening.

When 6:05 rolls around, your heart practically leaps from your chest when your phone chimes with a text from Derek. I'm outside is all it says and you quickly grab your jacket from the hook by the front door before exiting the house. You're expecting Derek to be waiting for you while sitting inside his car, so you're not expecting to see him casually leaning against the hood of his black Chevy Camaro.

When he sees your startled expression, Derek slowly smiles. "YN McCall."

"Derek Hale," you muse, slipping your arms into your jacket. "Don't you dare make this weird."

He huffs a laugh as he pushes off the hood of his car when you approach, walking to the passenger door and opening it for you. "I think if anyone is going to make this weird, it'd be your brother and Stiles." You roll your eyes, lips twitching as you fall into the passenger seat. Derek shuts the door after you as you buckle up, walking around to his side of the car and dropping into the driver's seat after he opens the door. "Does your brother even know who you're with right now?"

"First off, how rude of you to assume that my brother needs to know who I'm spending my time with."

"That wasn't a denial."

"Because I wasn't denying it. I just said it was rude to assume." He chuckles as he starts his car, reversing out of the driveway and readily heading down the street. You sigh softly, grinning as you stare out the windshield. "Scott knows exactly who I'm with. I ended up having to tell him about how we had already met before Thanksgiving and he.. he took it surprisingly well."

"So I don't have to be looking over my shoulder anytime soon?"

"I mean you'll probably have to deal with Stiles' remarks when he eventually finds out, but Scott's made it clear that I'm an adult and I can handle my own business."

"You threatened him, didn't you?"

"Just a little." When you briefly meet Derek's gaze, the two of you laugh out loud. Then once your laughter calms, you ask, "So where are we going?"

"There's a diner I found a few miles out of town. Figured I couldn't go wrong with a place that offered a variety of food."

You groan in happiness. "I love diners. And if you're taking me there then that means it's passed the test with your wolfy taste buds and is actually good food."

Derek shakes his head in fond amusement, the rest of the drive mostly silent with the exception of the radio playing softly so it's not totally silent. The drive is fairly quick and you can't help but give a little happy dance in your seat when you see the diner lit up in all its glory.

You and Derek don't waste any time climbing out of his car, and he walks a little ahead of you to open the diner door. You grin up at him, stepping into the diner and then letting him choose where he wants to sit. An older waitress brings over two menus and takes your drink orders, she beaming the entire time at you and Derek. You place your drink orders and quickly scour the menu before opting for chicken and waffles.

Your drinks are quickly brought out and your food orders placed, and the two of you make small talk about your experiences in New York and the favorite places you visited while waiting for your food to arrive. In a brief lull in the conversation, he sips his Cola before staring right at you and getting straight down to business. His hands clasp together in front of him atop the table as he asks, "So.. about us? Now that we're aware of each other, what do you want to do about it?"

You splutter a little seeing as he asked while you were sipping your own drink, and weakly glare at him when he smirks. "Why.. why are you leaving this up to me? What do you want to do?" You ask him instead.

"Well you did say you'd be up for a repeat performance."

Your words being thrown back into your face makes your nose wrinkle and you kick at his ankle under the table when he laughs. "To be fair, I just thought it would be another hook-up with a stranger. I didn't actually think I'd personally know or get to know the guy I was sleeping with."

"Does that change anything?"

"Honestly?" Your eyebrow raises at him and you shrug. "It's a little weird considering I'd been hearing Scott and Stiles complaining about you for years, but other than that.. not really. Does me being Scott's sister change anything for you?"

Derek mimics your shrug. "Not really. You're a consenting adult, but it does make things a little easier knowing that Scott won't interfere."

"Nor will my mom, Lydia or Malia." Derek's eyes narrow and you laugh at his expression. "What? I panicked on Thanksgiving and needed to get it off my chest in your bathroom."

"Which explains Lydia and Malia knowing," he says. "Why did you tell your mom?"

"That's actually your fault," you tell him. "Mom noticed you kept staring at me throughout dinner and knew something was up. She thought it was absolutely hilarious when I told her my predicament."

"So what I'm hearing is that there's nothing holding us back should we want to continue this thing between us."

"The only thing that would be holding us back is ourselves," you muse. "So what do you say, Derek? Wanna see if anything truly blossoms between us or just leave it at the one night stand?"

Before Derek can answer, the waitress is dropping off your food and asking if there's anything else you need. When all you ask for are refills for your drinks, she quickly gets those for you before you dig into your food. "I'd like to continue talking."

You slowly smile. "Awesome. Me too." You unwrap your utensils from it's napkin, reaching for the bottle of syrup to pour over your waffles and bite-sized pieces of chicken. "And fair warning, if you eat off my plate before I've finished what I'm capable of, I will stab you with my fork. Food stealing is a deal breaker."

Derek chuckles. "No food stealing. Got it."

As you take your first bite, you groan in complete satisfaction and immediately cut yourself off another portion. "So are we taking things slow or not? Because bringing me here for this deliciousness has definitely earned at least two sexual favors."

Derek chokes his bite of food and you quickly cover your mouth with a napkin as you cackle at his reddening ears.

With the couple of weeks you have off before you start your daytime shifts at the hospital, you find yourself seeking out Derek's company when he's not busy with the pack. Sometimes you join your brother and his friends, learning about pack dynamics since you were going to be spending a lot of your time with them and would eventually pick up their scent. The last thing any of them wanted was you being approached by a visiting werewolf and you being out of your depth because you knew nothing about werewolf politics.

Things between you and Derek are surprisingly easy and fun, and not even Stiles can put a damper on things. Not when he sees Derek actually smile for the first time when you had tackled Scott for daring to grab one of your egg rolls from your plate, sitting on his back and pressing his face into the floor while making him promise to never steal your food again.

Then when you start work and things between you and Derek are a little more solid, it starts getting harder and harder to leave his loft at night. And when Derek finally asks you to stay the night, you promise that the nights where you're off the following morning are all his. Other than that, you'll be staying at your own house since you'd be tempted to not get out of bed for work if he was lying next to you.

Life back in Beacon Hills is easy. It's even fun!

Until one day it isn't.

You'd stayed the night at Derek's, sleeping in the upstairs room because Derek had mentioned an early meeting with a visiting pack from the northern part of California. You were to stay in bed upstairs while they had their meeting downstairs, so you're surprised to get a sudden message from Lydia telling you otherwise.

Put on one of Derek's shirts and pretend you'd forgotten about the meeting going on. Just play along. Don't ask questions.

Sighing softly, you quickly and quietly get out of bed to do as you're told. You strip off your shirt in favor of the dark gray henley Derek had dropped on the floor on his way to bed the previous night and strip off your shorts since the shirt was long enough to have you covered. Then pulling the tie out of your hair, you ruffle it to give yourself the bedhead look and then grab your phone.

Phone in hand, you pull up social media and randomly scroll through the newsfeed as you carefully take the stairs one at a time. The talking ceases, but you don't raise your gaze from your phone until you're on the last step. "Oh." You owlishly blink at every gaze directed at you, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at the amusement dancing in Lydia's eyes. "Today was that meeting, wasn't it?" You wince. "I'm sorry for interrupting. I just needed a glass of water."

Three newcomers are sitting on the couch, one male in the middle with another male and a female sitting on either side of him- the female looking rather put out about something. Scott sits opposite them with Derek and Stiles on either side of him, and Malia and Lydia perched on the back of their couch, but Derek looks tense and annoyed. You can see it in his eyes that he's over this meeting already.

You only make it a few steps toward the kitchen before Scott stands and you freeze. He gestures you over as he clears his throat, only introducing you when you're close enough. "Alpha Lewis, this is YN McCall. My sister. YN, this is alpha Lewis, his daughter Denise and his beta Travis."

You smile politely as the alpha stands, reaching forward to shake hands with him. "Hello."

Alpha Lewis finally smiles and you have a very unsettling feeling about the way he's looking at you. "Sister? I didn't know you had a sister."

You pull your hand back and step just behind Scott's shoulder as your brother shrugs. "I didn't think I had to announce every family member I had."

"I've been away since I graduated," you say. "Just recently came home for a job opportunity."

"That's wonderful," Alpha Lewis says, eyes glinting. Then he meets Scott's gaze. "Well if Mr. Hale is no longer available for the alliance we had in mind, I'm sure the sister of the alpha will do just as nicely."

His words confuse you, but you know they mean nothing good when Derek suddenly snarls and you're being pulled down onto his lap, his arms wrapping protectively around your waist. The visiting pack's eyes widen, you tense, and Scott pinches the bridge of his nose.

As you glance around for someone to explain what the hell is going on, you find Stiles smirking. "We weren't lying when we told you Derek was no longer an option for the proposed alliance. Neither is YN, as you can see."

The alpha holds himself a little taller just as his daughter Denise scoffs, eyes narrowing. "And how long has this been going on? It's quite the coincidence Derek's dating the sister of the alpha all of a sudden."

You raise an eyebrow at her, grinning as you settle back against Derek and cross one leg over the other as you run your hands along his arms. "I'm sorry, but I don't see why me banging Derek is important here."

"It's important because Derek was promised to me!" Denise's eyes flare yellow in her annoyance.

Scott growls in response, eyes flaring red in warning. Denise glares at Scott until her dad- her own alpha- snarls at her to back down. "Derek was not promised to anyone." Your brother glances between you and Denise before settling his gaze on the other alpha. "When you came to me with the proposal of an alliance with my pack, we said we'd think about it. No promises were made. Now as you can see, the alliance through marriage is off the table. There are other ways to broker an alliance."

Alpha Lewis' lips purse. "Hmm. But the marriage proposal was more iron clad."

"I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to take my word," Scott says. "Alpha to alpha, whatever we come up with, my pack and I will abide by it so long as your pack does the same."

"We'll see."

The two alphas continue to stare each other down before alpha Lewis tells his daughter and beta that they're leaving. He tells Scott that they'll be in touch to hammer out an alliance pact and then Malia is quick to escort them out to the elevator. The loft is left in a tense silence and you shift around on Derek's lap until you're sitting sideways, one hand resting on the back of his neck since he still seems more than a little agitated.

No one says anything, though Stiles looks like he's about to verbally burst, but your brother has this look of concentration on his face that's keeping everyone quiet. Then finally Scott's whole demeanor relaxes, however you beat Stiles to the punch. "What the hell just happened?"

"You totally just pissed off a werewolf," Stiles blurts.

You huff a laugh. "Why? Because she wanted Derek?"

"They're a new pack." Derek's chest rumbles as he speaks. "Our pack is apparently the strongest on the West coast and everyone wants an alliance with us."

"Denise set her eyes on Derek the moment she saw him," Lydia says. "We spoke to them a couple months back and she willingly offered herself up for Derek and Derek only. It's why I told you to get your butt down here drenched in his scent."

"So I basically just put a target on my back."

Your nails lightly dig into the back of Derek's neck and he exhales softly, resting his forehead against your temple. "If she or anyone from her pack comes after you, I will personally rip her apart piece by piece."

"Me too," Malia volunteers, looking a little too giddy at the prospect of a fight.

Scott shakes his head, amused. "Just.. keep your eyes open. If anyone disobeys Alpha Lewis, it'll be his daughter."

"Well that's comforting," you muse.

"You don't worry," Derek says. "Just continue on as you have been and we'll-"

"Keep your noses to the ground?" Stiles snorts and leans across the sofa for a high five that you happily oblige him with. Derek nips your shoulder in retaliation and you laugh as you settle back against him. "I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. But okay. I will keep my eyes and ears open, and report back to you guys with any suspicious activity."

Over the next few days when you can't shake the feeling of being watched, you and Derek come up with a specific set of text messages to be traded when you got to work, before and after your lunch break, and when you got home from work. Surprisingly you took being kidnapped very seriously and you wanted the pack to know something was off if you missed a check in or a non pre-arranged text had been sent to make it seem like the pack was speaking with you when they weren't.

Stiles was all for the covert texting, even if the others thought it was just a little much.

Fortunately for everyone, especially yourself, your paranoia pays off one day when you get home from work and are immediately slammed up against the door when you turn to lock it. "Ow." Thankfully you had turned your head at the last second so the side of your face hit the door, but the intruder has a really good grip on your ponytail as they press you harder into the door's surface. "What.. the hell."

"You thought you could take away my only chance at making my father proud? Huh?!" You try to glance out of the corner of your eye.. and oh. It's the she-wolf Denise and she does not look happy. Now this sudden attack makes sense. "All I had was one job- marry the last of the Hale line and unite my father's pack with the McCall pack." She pulls you back slightly, only to forcefully slam you against the door again. "But then you come waltzing in-" Pull back. Slam! "-and take the Hale wolf right from under my nose!" She slams you once more, growling for good measure.

You groan. "And you're attacking me because..?" You brace your hands on the door. "Breaking into Alpha McCall's home is a no-no, Denise. You can kiss any alliance with my brother's pack goodbye." Then pushing with all your might, you manage to shove both yourself and Denise away from the door so you can turn around, but she's quick to backhand you. Your head whips to the side and blood slowly trickles into your mouth. You spit. "And that calls for retaliation."

When you meet Denise's yellow gaze, she flashes you a fangy grin. "And that's where you're wrong. We've travelled all over the states, learning from werewolf pack after werewolf pack. And you wanna know what I learned?" She lunges at you, pulling back at the last second and laughing cruelly when you flinch. "I learned how to mask my scent. No one's going to know that I was even here."

Your phone chimes from your back pocket and there's a split second where the two of you freeze. You make a run for the living room in the next moment, but she's quick to push her leg out and sends you sprawling along the floor when you trip over her foot. You attempt to crawl away from her, only for her to scramble atop the back of your legs and grab your phone instead.

"No. Don't!"

"What's this? Hmm?" She releases you and you scramble away, getting your hands and knees under you so you can turn over. "It seems the other human wants to go out to a movie tonight." She sneers at the screen as she reads the message. "How cute."

"S-Stiles knows I'm off from work," you say. "If I don't reply, he'll come looking."

"Then we need to make sure no one comes to find you until that mother of yours gets off of work." Her fingers work fast as they type out a reply and you breathe a little easier. With Denise not knowing the correct phrase to reply with, the pack will be notified of something being wrong. All you have to do is stall now. "There." She locks your phone and tosses it onto the couch. "Now that you've asked for a rain check because you're feeling quite exhausted from a shift at the hospital, we've got about an hour or so to play."

You scoff. "Even if you take me out of the equation, Derek Hale will never marry you. He didn't want you then and he sure as hell doesn't want you now."

"We'll just see about that."

You try to hurry and stand up, but Denise kicks the coffee table into you. You fall back down and try to crawl away, but she swiftly kicks you in the abdomen. You shout out in pain, tears immediately stinging your eyes. You continue to crawl, whimpering each time her boot sends you sprawling.

For the next few minutes, you endure taunt after taunt and hit after hit. You're slammed into walls and onto the coffee table, even pushed into cabinets. A lot of stuff is breaking during her mission to make the crime scene the most brutal she can and you know you're in deep trouble when you feel something in your arm snap.

You scream, to the point your throat aches, and seconds later the front door is thrown open. You're huddled in the corner of the living room, so you're able to see Denise whirl around and have to face the wrath of Derek who had slid into your home, catching himself on the wall before leaping to his feet and taking a threatening step in Denise's direction.

Malia and Scott aren't that far behind Derek, and all three of them paint a terrifying picture with their eyes glaring red and blue.

"Huh. Well would you look at that," you deliriously mumble, your vision swimming and slowly darkening around the edges. "Your little scent trick no longer matters. You're fucked."

"You stupid little-"

A deafening roar erupts, making you wince and your teeth chatter. You hear a yelp and a scuffle takes place, but you can't seem to focus any longer and welcome the darkness that soon greets you.

The next time your eyes open up, you're staring at the all too familiar patterned ceiling of the hospital. There's a consistent beeping coming somewhere from your left and the telltale itching of tape's adhesive from where they've inserted an IV line into the back of your hand. Your right arm feels a little heavier than usual and when you glance at it you see it's been wrapped in a black cast.

The door to your room- a private room, you quickly realize- opens and a nurse walks in. She's one of your co-workers and she seems startled, yet relieved, to see you awake. She quickly explains that she just needs to check your vitals before alerting your family and you nod, knowing the routine like the back of your hand given you do exactly what she does when working.

When she's done and out the door, it's not long before your mom, Scott and Derek are entering the room. Your mom and Scott take up one side of your bed while Derek takes the other, immediately reaching for your hand and carefully holding it between both of his. "So I missed the ass kicking then?" Your mom chuckles softly as Scott weakly grins at you. "What did I miss?"

"Alpha Lewis and his pack are no longer welcome in the state of California," Scott says. "They've been exiled."

"And if I ever see any of them anywhere near Beacon Hills, I will personally rip them apart. With my teeth," Derek warns.

"Ooohhhh. Scary," you tease, lightly poking at Derek's cheek with your free hand. A small jolt of pain rushes up your arm from the tip of your finger and you grimace. "Ow. I think the pain meds are wearing off."

"Oh. Do you need more?" Melissa is quick to glance around for the remote that administers more medication, but you're quick to wave her off.

"No, mom, I'm good. It's not that painful." She immediately stops fussing. "What's the damage then?"

"Your most major injury is the broken arm," your mom tells you. "You were very fortunate to just have bruises and cuts."

"Mhm. And what's the story?"

"Home invasion gone wrong," Scott admits. "The Sheriff and deputy Parrish know the real reason though, so they have pictures of all known pack members from the Lewis pack in case any of them come back."

"Good."

You yawn and shift around in bed, and you catch your mom glancing between you and Derek. You gesture towards the door before glancing at Scott and she seems to get the message. She's quick to make an excuse for Scott to leave the room with her and he does so, even as he looks at you so it's acknowledged he knows exactly why your mom is making him leave. You huff a quiet laugh and blow him a kiss, and then you're left alone with Derek.

"Will you stop looking so glum," you tell him. "I'm fine."

"You weren't fine when I nearly had to break down your mom's door."

"I bet you no one will mock my coded text messages now, huh? I knew that would come in handy someday."

Derek finally chuckles and you pull your hand from between his own to lightly cup his cheek. "And to think we were concerned about either of us causing drama. Nope. The drama came from an outside source who wanted the D."

He grimaces. "Can you not joke about this? I'm still a little shaken at how far she was willing to go all for an alliance through marriage."

"People do stupid things to make their parents proud. Bagging the last of the Hale line was just what her dad wanted and well.. I kind of threw a wrench into their plans by dating you."

"Still doesn't make it right."

"It doesn't, but what's done is done. Scott's exiled them from California so now we can all just move on from this."

You sleepily smile at Derek and he shakes his head in disbelief at you. "I don't understand how you're so okay with this. I'd be livid if I were in your place."

"Oh I will be," you say. "Eventually. Most likely when all these damn drugs are out of my system."

"Still flying high?"

"Like a kite."

Derek snorts. "Go back to sleep. You're being discharged later."

"Mmm. Okay."

As your eyes slip close, you smile as you feel Derek press a kiss to your forehead. This was your first taste of what being part of Scott's pack consists of.. and you wouldn't have it any other way. Especially if Derek, in all his wolfy glory, came to your rescue.

You definitely wouldn't mind seeing that again.

#derek hale imagine #derek hale x reader #teen wolf imagine #derek hale #scott mccall

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beauty-grace-outer-space · 7 years ago

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Happy Secret Santa!!

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the newest of my Star Trek fics, “You Shant Go Alone Into Darkness”, written for @trashcan-to-end-all-trashcans for the @startreksecretsanta Fic Exchange.

I hope you enjoy it!

As always, let me know what you think-- I’m always happy to hear feedback, constructive and otherwise.

Merry Christmas!

#star trek secret santa fic exchange #star trek #star trek aos #scotty #jim kirk #fanfiction #my fanfiction #trashcan-to-end-all-trashcans

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shotorozu · 4 years ago

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Can I request Class 1A x Reader hcs, platonically of course, where the reader has a really dark sense of humor. Like they make lots of self-deprecating and suicidal jokes (like Scotty Sire suicidal jokes). And they just be caCkLiNg at them. Like, their pretty nonchalant about the whole thing and everyone is like: ?!? There fine mentality and emotionally, they just like making dark jokes, but they usually have to reassure people because they get asked about it... A lot

reader with a dark sense of humor

character(s) : the entirety of class 1-A

headcanon type : fluff to crack (hurt/comfort if you squint)

legend : [Y/N = your name, L/N = last name] they/them pronouns, you have a strong quirk, but the details aren’t so specific

disclaimer/warning : self deprecating jokes, sewerside jokes— feel free to skip this post!

note(s) : you know, at first i wasn’t going to do this because you said s*icidal jokes but then i was like WAIT i can make jokes like this, bc i tried commiting before but besides that, i want to apologize for the wait!

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class 1-A

okay, but all of them were caught off guard by your sense of humor at first, because.. it’s dark humor— they weren’t expecting it

the first time the class got experience of your humor was when the class was watching an important documentary about safety protocols

“oh, that’s me!” you comment, when the shot of a piece of rubble appeared on screen— this comment catches your classmate off

“what do you mean, L/N?” iida asks, not really understanding “that’s not you! that’s a piece of rubble.”

“exactly.” then you laugh it off like it was funny?? but the entire class was just in pure disbelief.

your quirk was so strong?? i mean.. you’re a strong person in general but they weren’t really expecting the self deprecation from you

then, you did it again, before homeroom started— uraraka asked if you ever went skydiving before, because it reminded her of a practice exercise that happened hours before

“ah, yeah i have! i didn’t really like it though. it’s because i had to wear a parrachute.”

silence

minus the wild laughing that was hard to contain from your lips

the final straw was when bakugou asked you why you weren’t working at a funeral home— which is a rather sad place

and you just answered with “because i’d be jealous 🙄 duh.”

okay. maybe it was time to stage an intervention

they all end up asking you if you were doing okay first, and if you needed help, they’d all be willing to give you that.

turns out that was just your sense of humor, and that you’re actually doing good mentally. “i appreciate the concern, but my sense of humor has always been like that!”

sigh of relief

they’re glad you’re doing really good, but they’re just wondering— what caused you to have a sense of humor like that??

they all eventually get used to it, it wasn’t like you were spouting jokes every 5 minutes but that doesn’t mean all of them get the punchline-

like when it was your birthday, and they were all asking you if your day was nice, and if you enjoyed the day

“i’d say it was fine, i don’t enjoy the fact that i was born today though.”

iida and midoriya choose to not laugh at your jokes, because they think it’s wrong of them to laugh at jokes with that kind of nature

kaminari just laughs at your jokes, but kirishima and yaoyorozu just stare with concern, smiling like 😀

“they’re actually okay?”

“yeah! i think..”

todoroki still tells you that you’re not trash though, shaking his head whenever you compare yourself to a trashcan whenever you guys pass by one in public

“that’s my mood for today!—”

“L/N,”

“sorry, sorry.”

the contrast between your quirk and your sense of humor is HUGE. whenever people get shocked by your sense of humor

the class is just like 🤷🤷‍♀️ “this is the normal”

aizawa wonders why he chose to be a teacher every single time you make a joke

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei. i only own the writing and i do not profit off of my hobby

do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, or use my works in audio readings without my permission

felt cute, might delete in a few hours

#class 1 a headcanons #class 1 a x reader #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha x you #mha x you #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha x y/n #bnha fluff #mha x y/n #todoroki x reader #midoriya x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #yaoyorozu x reader #kaminari x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons

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rainbowderpturtle · 7 years ago

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WHATS THAT? ITS TIME FOR IMPROMPTU CLOSET COSPLAY, FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY

#the top middle is my spiritual twin sister hisbondgirl and the rest are me and my pet lizard #scottie made a thing #stranger things #cosplay #photos #its been FIVE THOUSAND YEARS since ive touched a cosplay but the weird stuff show fucked me up and now here we are #characters in order are: eleven joyce hopper dustin steve bob DART and trashcan

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to-pick-ourselves-up-7 · 8 years ago

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The sure are doing an awful lot of running! Running to ruin my heart and sanity!! I love your Scotty but you are killing me woman!!!

Upside Down (part 5)

Intro: We are getting there folks - ALMOST THERE. The last part, this part, and the next part are my favourite, I think. So I hope you enjoy (mua ha ha)

Notes on this part: GET IT TOGETHER

Pairing: Scotty x reader (and best friend!Jim Kirk)

Word Count: 902

Warnings: totally 100% fake engineering everything, (I was too lazy to actually come up with proper terms so I just made up words), eventual injury, swears.

Summary: The starting point for this fic was Scotty x reader who loves engineering as much as he does. So that’s where I went with this fic. You are second-in-command engineer and Scotty one day ends up being in charge, much to your chagrin. You butt heads. Scotty gets hurt. Feelings get hurt (mostly my own). Welcome to my trashcan.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

-Enjoy!-

It had been two weeks since the crash, and Scotty hadn’t come to see you, and you hadn’t gone to see him since you told him about the letter. He was finally released from the medbay, but not cleared to work yet, that started tomorrow, so you thought you’d best find him before you had your first shift together.

You found him heading into his quarters.

“Hey.” You said, your hands nearly shaking from nervousness as you wrung them, “Can we talk?”

Scotty pursed his lips, his eyes meeting yours fleetingly before gesturing you to go into his quarters. When the door slid closed behind you, you almost stopped breathing, and you turned slowly to face him.

“Listen, Scotty…” You started, having practiced the speech that you would give him over and over the past two weeks.

“No, you listen.” He interrupted, his eyes boring into yours, “You were never supposed to see that letter.”

“I know…”

“Lassie, will ye shut up for a minute, I’m tryna tell you something important.” Scotty snapped and you gulped, staying silent so he could continue.

“From day one you have been nothin’ but a pain in my hide, a misplaced cog in a sea of gears, a nuisance t’say the least. But after the first time you nearly tore my head off over the tiniest string of programming, I knew you were something special. And then I was done for, lass. I wrote that letter because I couldn’t keep all my feelings inside, I needed to get them out, and maybe then I could go back to hating you, but I never stood a chance, ya see. I never stood a chance because every time you waltzed through those doors, with your big brain and… and that look of determination on your face, every time you looked at me, I fell further.”

He took a breath, you had stopped breathing.

“And then I go and get hurt and who is at my bedside? You. So you cannae blame me if I thought for a wee second that you might actually may have returned those feelings. I poured my heart into that letter and you basically told me it meant nothing t’you. What am I suppos’ to think abou’ that?” Scotty’s tone was a mix of frustration and desperation, and his eyes raked your face as if searching for something.

“You’re supposed to think I’m an idiot.” You blurted, and his mouth pressed into a tight line, his eyes falling to the floor.

“Which I’m pretty sure you do. And I’m pretty sure I am. But you have to know why I reacted the way I did because I can’t stand the thought of you hating me, Scotty. I just can’t.” You shook your head, emotions flying through you at the speed of light, barely controllable.

“Nobody has ever said anything like that about me before. And it scared the hell out of me, Scotty. The things you wrote… I-I never thought anyone would ever write such beautiful words about me. Especially not you.”

You paused, wringing your hands in front of you tightly, your eyes now falling away from him.

“I tried to force myself to hate you, tried to tell myself that you were just something in the way of me becoming chief of engineering one day. Because that would have been easier than feeling the way I do about you.”

Scotty’s eyes flicked up and you met his gaze, his mouth fell open, “And how’s tha-”

“You almost died.” You looked at him desperately now, tears perched on your lids, and you wanted to reach for him so bad, but you were still scared.

“You almost died and I thought my heart was going to grind to a halt like a C3 engine with no pipe oil. And that’s when I realized how I felt. That’s when I realized I wanted you looking over my shoulder and criticizing every thing I do, I wanted to hear your insane yelling when something wasn’t working like we wanted it. We should be a team. We are the exact same, you and I. We should be inseparable. And I’m sorry it took me so long to figure that out, but here I am, now, all figured out.”

You shrugged your shoulders, your hands tucked into your pockets, feeling like he could see each and every emotion written on your skin, like it was that easy to express all the things you wanted to. You were surprised to find a look of confusion on his face.

His brows furrowed more than you’d ever seen them furrow, and his gaze was hard, distant, "I need some time to think.“ The words fell out of his mouth and suddenly you were staring at his back.

"Scotty, wait…”

And he was gone.

-Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it!-

P.S. I know I’m a tease mua ha ha

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#scotty #scotty x reader #star trek #fanfiction #montgomery scott #scotty trashcan

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allyougottado · 3 months ago

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okay so the initial thought was like “what if CTHYLLA was a NORMAL COACH and MOTHIGAN was a COOL MOTHMAN-LIKE MONSTER GIRL” but then i somehow derailed to just dance kawaii nonhuman anime highschool or something….. yeah sorry UGH damn you freudian slip!!!! i really wanted to draw kogyaru mothigan okay

my only vision with human cthylla was that she needed floppy sleeves to match the tentacles on the OG tbh. moe sleeves were the only way to achieve this……..

i dunno how “just dance-ish” these designs are and if they would work as actual coach designs…. whatever lmao

headcanons under the read more

i hc mothigan and cthylla to both know like. everything abt the danceverses and stuff cuz mothigan is literally the grim reaper and has to go across danceverses all the time to reap souls and cthylla sees lotsa ppls dreams… even tho mothigan is very well secluded and hidden cthylla knows where her crypt is and goes there to like. harass hang with her LOL. she’s all like “heyyyy wassup mothigan #girlpower u know u can chill with me cuz we’re the most badass powerful ethereal beings in eternyx 😍🔥🔥🔥” and mothigan thinks she’s so annoying cuz all cthylla does is ask her to kill ppl for her cuz cthylla is actually super evil, and mothigan isn’t supposed to like interfere with stuff like that lol

i think cthylla is seriously a threat but it never looks like she is, because she is a stage actor and is good at hiding her intentions by being 🤪super silly🤪 and 💖cute💖 but she can also #getserious……

#just dance #just dance fanart #mothigan #cthylla #scotty #gijinka #humanization #wtf do i call the opposite of that. whatever #trashcan #this was rotting in my drafts before i got artblock surprisingly #lets see how poorly this post ages 😜

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rescue3000 · 5 years ago

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Hey guys! It's that time again! IM ACTUALLY GONNA WRITE MORE!!! Please be specific with promts/songs!

Who I'll write for:

- Ellick

- Slibbs

- Tom Holland

- Harry Holland

- Harrison Osterfield

- Peter Parker

PROMPTS:

1. "You deserve someone who values you."

2. "I've known you since...forever. I cant imagine my life without you."

3. "[X] has no idea what [they're] missing."

4. "Sure there are people out there that love you. I do."

5. "The guy who wins your heart is so lucky."

6. "Can you picture it? You and I together?"

7. "Us'...I like the sound of that."

8. "My family thinks we're dating."

SONGS:

1. Please Remember Me by Scotty McCreery

2. Angel With a Shotgun by Symphony Soldier

3. Diana by One Direction

4. This is it by Scotty McCreery

5. You're Still The One by Shania Twain

6. Fast Car by Tracy Chapman

AUs:

- Mob!au

- Roommate!au

- Royal!au

- Friends to Lovers!au

Tags: @skymoonandstardust @hellokaelyn @tomshufflepuff @hazmyheart @hazinhoodies @ellieandnick @ellick-trashcan

#michelle writes #tom holland #harry holland #harrison osterfield #ellick #ellie bishop #nick torres #peter parker #leroy jethro gibbs #jack sloane #slibbs

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haydenbarnes · 5 years ago

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Terminus | Self Paragraph

TRIGGER WARNING: MURDER

In the half light of the alley, Hayden’s body casts disfigured patterns on the grey walls. The only change in them is his chest rising and falling, and his hands that he hadn’t even realized were shaking so badly. His jaw stung, he could taste the metallic blood that dripped from his nose. His right eye was barely able to stay open but it had to because he couldn’t stop staring. He couldn’t stop himself from staring as the blood matted itself into his hair or leaked out onto the ground. Hayden knew he should be running right now, he should be getting to a car and driving south never stopping for anything but gas. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t even move.

“I’m just going down to the 7/11, Riss, you need anything?” Hayden shouted as he sat on the browning, beat-up, second-hand couch and tied the laces of his boots. Since the fire, Hayden and Marissa had started to put patches over the last few years. They’d talked things out properly and had come to a mutual understanding with each other to let things die; to turn to a new chapter. It was refreshing having his best friend back. But, he was worried about her mental state, and after Scotty’s house party where she had been beaten up by some jumped up ex-business associates son he was worried about her safety too. He knew better than anyone how the past can come to haunt you.

There was no reply to his question, he furrowed his brow. “Marissa?” He called out as he moved through the apartment towards the room she’d been staying in. His fist rattled the wood before slowly opening the door. “Riss--” he said gently as he put his head through the crack and then saw she wasn’t in. “Weird...”. He was sure he hadn’t heard the door open. Hayden went to the front and sure enough, her keys were gone. Not giving it too much more thought, he grabbed his own set and threw them in his pocket before heading out.

Phone in hand, Hayden texted whilst he was walking into the center of Dayton. Let me know if you want anything in for when you get home, I’ll be at the 7/11 in twenty minutes so you got until then. You good? He pressed send and slid his phone back into his pocket, replacing it with a cigarette and lighter. There was always a sense of satisfaction as his thumb rolled over the metal flint wheel and created a spark first time. It wasn’t as good as that first lung fill from the first drag, but it was a close second.

For being in California, Dayton had an eery chill this late at night. The wind whipped around Hayden and caused him to pull his jacket tighter around his body as he jogged across the road onto the other sidewalk and turned the corner. He could hear the buzz of life ahead of him in the nightlife district. He looked down at his wrist; 11:09. It was the hour of the night that determined the following seven. Either you were calling it a day and heading home to bed, or you were committing to seeing the sunrise. There were no half measures in Dayton’s scene; all in or all out.

Hayden didn’t want any trouble, and he certainly didn’t want to be roped into staying out any longer than he had intended to be away from home for. He was trying to sober up a little bit, trying to stop taking the edge off every five hours which was the state he had got to before Marissa had moved in. So, he decided to take the back alley route through the club scene, a concrete maze he had worked his way around when escorting bloody, beaten and bruised patrons of The Labyrinth away from the business without drawing any untoward attention.

He was just getting to the back of the business in question when his attention was taken away from his path by the backdoors flinging open followed by a young man being quite literally thrown out into the alley. “If you show your face in here again, you won’t be able to walk for a month! You’re being watched, dickhead.”. The venomous tones of one of Ainsley’s other henchmen spat before slamming the doors closed. The man stumbled up to his feet and staggered to the doors, smashing his fists on them.

“I didn’t fucking cheat! Since when is being more clever than the dealer cheating?!” He shouted with pain, panic, and fear clear as day in his voice.

Hayden sighed and shook his head, dropping his gaze and composing himself as he felt that guilt begin to flood through his body. He could deal with it when he was involved. When he was the one throwing the punches and making the decisions. When the adrenaline was coursing through his veins, causing a better high than any combination of cocaine and heroin. He could deal with it then. But, watching and hearing the aftermath of actions he too committed was almost too much. It pulled at his moral heartstrings. Especially today. The anniversary of his Father getting murdered for mistakes he made.

“You’ll pay for this!” The guy carried on, clearly on some kind of adrenaline side effect where things were coming out like word vomit. “This whole place will pay for this! I-- I-- I’ll go to the press! Ainsley FUCKING Slater is going to be on every newspaper front page tomorrow!”

Hayden’s eyes flicked open, darkness flooded into his pupils. His chest dropped and his hands curled into fists. His jaw tensed, teeth clenched. Open the fucking doors. Bring him back in. Take him out of my reach. He prayed that if anyone was on the other side of those fire doors that they heard his threats, and would take him in for round two. Please.

“No-one fucks with a Weston and gets away with it!”

Weston.

Rage consumed Hayden, it was an amber that constantly burned in the pit of his stomach but the moment he heard that name it was like someone had doused it in oil and sent it blazing. His head snapped up and across to the sound of the voice and sure enough, there he was; Tate Weston, the red-head that beat up his best friend. The little brat who thought he could steal from his place of work. The fucking dead man walking who threatened Ainsley.

“You think you’re so big and hard, don’t you?” Hayden yelled as came out of the shadows of the joining alleyway into the dimly lit backway of the casino.

“I don’t think, I know. You think this place can stand up to the power my family has? This place won’t last a press campa--” Smack.

His fist smashed across Tate’s nose, the cracking sound of bone echoed in his ears. The red-head whelped in pain as crimson leaked from his nostrils. Hayden pulled his fist back and plowed it straight into Tate’s stomach like a hitting a train head-on. When Tate coughed, dark purple sprayed out over Hayden’s lower leg and his shoes. He staggered backward, holding a hand in the air like a white flag. “Okay, okay, okay, s-- st--” he coughed again, blood splattering up the side of a trashcan he used for support. “Stop--” Tate shallowly panted as he collected himself.

Hayden’s hands were shaking as it began to physically hurt to hold himself back. “Is that what Marissa said to you?!” He yelled. “Is that what she begged after you hit her the first time?! What about the second?! What about when she was laying on the floor and you laid your foot into her ribs for good fucking measure!” Hayden’s powerful voice boomed off the metal in the passageway. “I should kill you!” He swallowed, taking another step to Tate. “I should fucking kill you!”

Tate took a staggered breath before pushing himself up to his feet and squaring up against Hayden. “Yeah? Well th-- then why am I still alive?” He bit back through gritted teeth before making the last wrong decision of his life; fight back. Tate’s arm left his stomach and pulled backward before springing out to the others' cheek, sending Hayden’s head flying right. He staggered on the spot to keep himself from falling and after regaining his balance was able to get another hit on the bartender, cutting up through his jaw and eye socket.

The darkness completely shrouded Hayden. It consumed and took over him like a deadly virus, attacking every last good morale in his body. His mistakes had already cost his Father his life; was letting this rich kid go free going to ruin another person he cared about? Yes. It was time he took his own action, wasn’t it? He needed to make sure he wouldn’t speak to the press; that he couldn’t speak to the press. The was a primal sound that came from deep within Hayden’s stomach, a growl that took him back to the dark ages.

He grabbed hold of Tate’s collar. There was a rasp as the material ripped under the pressure of his grip. There was a ringing in Hayden’s head from the blows the ginger had managed, but that was all that was in there. Everything else was silent; focused on the task. There was no moral dilemma, no attempt to hold his thinking to account. He was going kill him.

Tate must have been able to see that in his eyes because the man suddenly changed his tune. He started begging, but Hayden couldn’t hear what he was saying, it was like he was speaking underwater or through soundproof glass. Hayden pulled his fist back and delivered a strike. Then another, then another until he was pounding at Tate’s face, breaking every socket and bone structure it held. His own knuckles popped at the force, the pain coursing through his arm but never slowing him down until the collar he had been holding onto snapped and Tate’s lifeless body fell to the ground in a heap. Hayden’s foot slammed into his chest before he stumbled backward, eyes open wide.

Everything stopped.

“Move... C’mon... Move...” He finally snapped back to reality, dropping down beside Tate’s face and taking it in his hands. Hayden tried slapping his cheeks, he lifted as much of an eyelid as he could find among all the blood and swelling. There was nothing. No movement, no pupil dilation. Hayden grabbed hold of his arm, his heart smashing against his ribcage as his fingers wrapped around his wrist. “C’mon, c’mon-- you bastard, c’mon,” he muttered as he tried to move his fingers around to find a pulse.

Nothing.

Hayden swallowed but there was nothing but blood to go down. His mouth was dry. His skin faded color and-- Fuck, he was going to be sick. His feet stumbled over themselves as he made his way quickly to a nearby trash can, pushed the lid off and threw up into it. What the fuck had he done? What the fuck was he going to do? He can’t go back to prison. He can’t go back to the East coast ‘cause he’ll end up like fucking Tate. Think. Think... Ainsley... This is her place, right? She could-- she could do something, right? Anything? Dylan... Dylan knew the streets, she knew Dayton, she knew the cops...

He nodded to himself as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and fumbled over the keys. He pressed Ainsley’s name and put the phone to his ear as the dialing tone came on. He paced. He made the mistake of looking back to the lifeless body and almost threw up again. Fuck. FUCK.

“Ainsley?” He practically whispered when the woman picked up the phone. “I need you-- I need you to fucking get Dylan, and-- Ainsley, just fucking listen to me! I need you to come to the back of the casino. I-- Ainsley, he’s fucking dead.”

He’s fucking dead.

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