#Though Daneel does stand out

[youngerfrankenstein]

I dunno that I’ll ever be entirely normal about R. Daneel Olivaw.

[imagining-imagines]

For the Better - Part 1[Peter Parker x Stark!Reader]

Requested by @daneel-the-sister-of-castiel

Word count: 6000+

"Moving?" you asked, appalled. You were sitting on your father's workbench as he worked in chaos around you.

"That's what I said," he confirmed, sifting through his hologram junk. "Avengers tower isn't exactly a beacon of hope anymore, but don't worry I've got a place for you I know you'll love because it was designed by yours truly." he said making sure to point to himself so you wouldn't mistake who he was talking about ."But in the meantime you're going somewhere else so we can get it all spruced up for you." He frowned at his work then looked over to you. Will ya' get off the diagram I'm using to put this together." You slid off the table in annoyance.

"But Avengers Tower isn't for me so why don't I just stay in one of your resorts like the last time you had to go away for work?" You reasoned. He pulled up a large screen where you were sitting that stood in between you two.

"Because, last time we left you alone, you reprogrammed Butterfinger to play checkers with you, and now look at him." You looked over at the robot which was still moving it's arm as if it was playing the game.

"I thought you didn't like Butterfinger," you mumbled.

"Yeah he's a real pain. Which, I guess, is what makes you two such good friends," he said. With a few quick swipes you lowered the screen in between both of you.

"This isn't your idea," you guessed.

He pulled the screen back up. "No, it was your mother's," he confirmed.

As if on queue Pepper walked in. You made your way over to her. "Mom, I can stay in one of the Stark resorts, right? I won't reprogram Butterfinger again," you promised.

Pepper scoffed, and looked over at Tony. "You're worried about that piece of junk?" she said in disbelief.  "I've already made up my mind, Y/N. You need to have some friends your own age who aren't robots, and you staying cooped up in a resort home isn't going to help you," she said. "Now let your dad work, and go pack your things."

You looked over at your dad, but he was too buried in his work to look back. You didn't notice at first, but it looked like he was designing a suit. A suit you actually recognized. You had found something similar to it when you were digging through his files. You wanted to ask him about it, but then he would know you were looking at his old work...again. So you left him to work on it, and went to your room to start packing.

You didn't know what you should pack so you filled your suit case up with bare necessities. You were looking around to see if there was anything else you would need when your mom walked in to see how it was going. Before she could say anything you spoke up.

"Yes I have all my outfits, though I don't know how long I'm staying. I have my toiletries, my electronics, and anything miscellaneous I could think of." You started zipping up your suitcase.

"Y/N, you're staying for the whole semester," she said. You froze.

"Semester?" you repeated. Surely she wasn't talking about a school semester. After a few years of high school your dad decided that you were ahead and had taken out of school so he could teach you what he knew about robotics. You never missed going there, and your dad letting you in his lab to work had brought the two of you closer together.

Pepper rolled her eyes. "He didn't tell you did he?" she questioned. "Y/N, you're going to school in Queens."

"School?" you asked. "In Queens?"

Pepper crossed her arms. "Did he tell you anything?" You unzipped your suitcase and flung it open.

"Apparently not!" you yelled over your shoulder as you dug in your closet for another suitcase. Without another word Pepper went downstairs, to talk to Tony no doubt. You put the other suitcase on your bed and ran your hand through your hair. This was going to be a long day.

The car ride to Queens wasn't enjoyable at all. It was mostly your dad explaining where you would be, and how you could contact him.

"I know you don't wanna go to school, kid," he was saying. "And we both know you don't need it after inheriting my genius. But your mother wanted it, and there is nothing on this earth that scares me more than your mother when she's angry."

"You could at least tell me why Midtown High," you said.

"Why Midtown High?" he said. "Why? Because it was the first one I saw that had a robotics lab, your welcome, and I'm busy and didn't have time to find another." You could tell that he was dodging the question.

"Is it because of that suit you were making?" you questioned. Before he could give his answer you continued. "Because I saw that you were remaking  an old design, and it looked too small to be yours."

"Have you been digging through my stuff again?" he accused. "You've gotta stop doing that. Y/N, you're going to this school because your mother and I picked it out. End of discussion." You slumped in your chair and looked out the window until the half hour it took for you to get to Queens was up.

You stood at the entrance of Midtown High School. Your dad rolled down the window to the car and tossed you a key.

"You trash the house, and you can stay here for the summer cleaning it up," he called to you.

You rolled your eyes. "Love you too," you said.

He revved the engine. "Can't wait to hear about your first day!" He rolled up the window and started to drive off.

"The day's almost over!" you shouted as he drove away. You looked around the school grounds. Kids were already looking at you like you were fresh meat. You sighed and hauled your bags inside. You had already sent most of them in another vehicle to where you would be staying, but you still had a decent number of them on your person.

There were kids roaming the halls and the sounds of lockers opening and closing rang through your ears. You tried to push your way through the human traffic, but you found it difficult with all the bags you were carrying. You were told there was a storage area where you could keep your bags until school was out, but you were having trouble finding it through the crowd. A locker slammed right in front of your face dragging your attention away from the signs you were reading.

"I am so sorry," the owner of the locker said. "I had no idea you were there."

"It's fine," you assured him. "I didn't see you there either." But you definitely saw him there now. He had dark brown hair that matched his eyes, and he had a sweet smile that made him immediately likable.

"I'm Peter," he said. A heavier set kid standing next to Peter (who you assumed to be his friend) pointedly cleared his throat. "Oh, and this is Ned."

"Hi," he said as he stretched his hand out to you. You adjusted the bag you were holding so you could shake his hand.

"I'm Y/N," you introduced yourself. "I'm just visiting for the semester."

"Do you need to drop those off?" Peter asked referring to the bags you were holding. "Because, you already passed the storage area." You turned around expecting to see it right behind you.

"You just need to take a left down that hallway," he continued. "I can--" Ned cleared his throat again. "I mean we can take you. You know if you want."

You nodded gratefully "Yes, please that would be great." Peter grabbed the handle of the suitcase next to your feet.

"Great just, uh, follow us." He nodded awkwardly to the other bag at your feet.

"Oh," you heard Ned whisper as he grabbed it and followed Peter. You smiled and followed the two. You dropped all your luggage off and the worker handed you your schedule.

"That's not a lot of luggage for a semester," Ned commented. You shrugged.

"Well, I already sent most of it home. I mean who knows," you said with a small smile. "I might need to stay the summer too."

"That's cool," he replied. "Well technically it's the opposite of cool. 'Cause you know, it's summer. I mean I could've said 'That's hot', but it's just an expression so it doesn't really matter."

"Right, it doesn't matter. We got it, Ned." Peter interrupted. Ned smiled, proud he could successfully explain that to you. "Do you know where you're going next?" he asked you.

You looked down at the schedule in your hand. "History," you answered. "I missed the whole day." Secretly you were relieved. You didn't even need to be here, it was just to keep you busy for a few months.

"Well if you haven't missed chemistry, you haven't missed anything yet," Ned remarked.

"I did miss chemistry," you said.

"I know. It's just one time, Peter was trying to perfect a recipe he had been working on, and he almost blew his eyebrows off."

Peter laughed nervously. "Yeah, well I didn't. I had everything completely under control."

"He set off the fire alarm and 4 sprinklers," Ned finished.

"Ok, well that was a long time ago," Peter half whispered.

Ned look at him confusedly. "That was last week." The bell rang right after Ned had finished.

"We're gonna be late for class if we don't get going," Peter squeaked.

Ned nodded. "Right let's get going." He started leading you down the hallways which were easier to navigate with the students in their correct rooms.

You wanted to talked to Peter as you walked, but you felt flustered. Every thing you thought of sounded stupid or awkward, but there was one sure fire thing you could say.

"Thanks," you said. "To you and Ned for helping me with my bags."

"Oh, yeah, you're welcome," Peter responded. "The signs were probably really confusing. They've been backwards for a year."

You furrowed your brow. "That does explain a lot."

There was a moment of silence before Peter spoke up again. "So, are you from Queens?" he asked.

"No, I'm actually from Manhattan," you said, relieved he had broken the silence.

Peter perked up a bit. "Oh, I--well, I know...someone from Manhattan," he stuttered.

"Oh, anyone I'd know?" you asked jokingly.

Peter fidgeted his hands and looked at the ground. "No, probably, definitely not. He's just a guy...who works on cars." He looked up when he realized you were outside of History. "We can talk after class."

"Yeah Peter and I were going to hang out at his place later tonight," Ned chimed in. "I don't know if you like Legos, but I got an awesome new set to build."

You look apologetically at them. "I'm sorry, I can't. I have to unpack."

Peter opened the door. "Maybe some other time then," he said.

"Yeah," you said. "Another time." With that you sat down at your desk, which was behind Peter, and tried to listen to the lecture. It was difficult to do when Peter kept looking at the clock or fidgeting in his desk. He obviously wanted school to end, but you couldn't imagine him wanting that more than you. But, you must have imagined wrong, because Peter lept from his desk and hurried out the door at the first sound of the bell.

"He's in a hurry to be somewhere," you commented as you shouldered your backpack.

"Peter's always running off to go do something," Ned explained.

You looked at the door as the rest of the students left for the day. "I better go too," you said. "I haven't even seen where I'm staying."

"Wow, ok, that's weird," he said. "See you tomorrow."

"Yep," you sighed. "And the day after that, and the day after that." You followed the stream of students out the door. "Unfortunately, I'm not going anywhere."

They say that you haven't had the New York experience until you've ridden the subway. You wouldn't be surprised if you were the first to prove that theory wrong. When you boarded the train the first thing that hit you was the smell. You might as well have been standing in between two sweaty middle aged men with bad taste in cologne. And while standing was on your mind you also noticed there was no decent place to sit down. Unless, of course, you wanted to sit on a seat with a mysterious wet spot. But when you grabbed onto the sweaty railing, you noticed the worst thing might have been the people. There were people yelling, snoring, whining, and, your personal favorite, singing horrible karaoke to songs you used to love.

Overall the best part about the subway was when you could finally get off. You gathered your bags (which didn't help your subway experience) and quickly exited the train. Now all you had to do was walk to your home, and you could finally start some work.

When you walked in the door, you ditched your bags and shoes in the middle of the floor. The rest of your luggage was tucked neatly against the wall with a note from your dad. You left it all where it was, dug your laptop out of your carry-on, and landed on the couch. You opened up your laptop only to realize you weren't connected to the internet, and didn't know the password. You tapped your fingers on the keys for a second considering if you needed the internet  for what you wanted to do.

You sighed, got up from the couch, and walked over to the note on your suitcases. You unfolded it hoping he left, at least, the wi-fi password in it, but there was only one sentence scribbled out in pencil,

Don't forget about your homework - Dad

You pursed your lips and stared at the scratchy handwriting. Of course. After a solid minute of staring that the note you decided you could work off of wi-fi for the night. You opened the files you downloaded from your dad's work folder and starting looking for the one you wanted. That suit he was designing had been in your mind all day, and you were going to figure out what it was for. You hoped it was for you, but you knew better than to assume what your dad had in mind as it was always starkly different than what you thought.

It took long time, sorting through everything, but you did come across a few things you found interesting; including an old file stating that Tony's original name for Friday was Emily. Finally you found one labeled "Spiderling MK 1" and tried to open it up, but it blocked you out saying you needed to connect to a network. You closed the laptop in frustration. You glanced over at your phone and considered calling your dad, but you quickly decided you would rather die. Instead you unpacked some of your things, grudgingly did your homework, and went to bed. Tomorrow you would open that file and find out what he was hiding.

A loud and grating beeping woke you from your sleep. You covered your ears and tried to sit up which was hard to accomplish doing both at once. Eventually you resorted to rolling out onto the floor still covered in your blankets.

"Shut up!" you yelled to nothing. And just like that the alarm stopped. You uncovered your ears and looked around room.

"Goodmorning." The voice scared you half to death and you bolted to your feet. "It's good to see that you're awake." You breathed a sigh of relief when you realized it was just Friday.

"I don't know how I couldn't be," you grumbled in a tired voice. "Don't ever wake me up like that again."

"I'm sorry," the computer said. "Mr. Stark informed me that you would want this alarm."

"Of course he did," you said as you got dressed. "Just change it to something calmer please."

"Right away," Friday replied. After you sorted out the alarm problem you went downstairs and packed your laptop into your backpack. "I have an incoming call from Tony Stark. Would you like me to answer it on speaker?" You grabbed a quick breakfast from the kitchen and headed for the door.

"No," you said. "Send him to voicemail with a message: I've got a train to catch." With that you locked up the house and headed for the subway.

When you got to school you basically just went through the motions. You jotted down a few notes, here and there but nothing was eventful. The only that caught your attention was Peter and Ned whispering all the time. You were in the middle of chemistry when Ned moved his chair over to Peter's and started talking in a hushed voice. You knew it shouldn't be bothered by it, but you hated it when people kept secrets from you. Admittedly you tried to eavesdrop a few times, but every time you would get close enough to hear they stopped talking. You swore it was like Peter had a sixth sense or something.

Annoyed that you couldn't figure out what they were talking about, you stayed in the locker room during PE and opened your laptop. If you couldn't figure their secret out you'd figure out your dad's. You connected to the school wi-fi and tried to open the file. No luck. You tried again, but this time a warning message popped up saying you couldn't open the file on a public network service. You closed the laptop in frustration and started to head out of the locker room. A bunch of girls swarmed through the door so you waited for them to pass.

"Did you hear what that dork kid said?" one of the girls said to you as she walked by.

You played along, wanting the gossip almost as much as she wanted to tell it. "I didn't," you said with exaggerated interest.

"He was pretending that Peter knows Spider-man," she laughed.

"Spider-man?" you genuinely asked. Did this have something to do with the Spiderling File?

"I know right?," she continued. "If I had to guess that one of the students secretly knew Spider-man he would be my last choice." She walked away leaving you with a lot of questions. You were starting to think that Tony chose this school for a reason. Not that you had ever really believed otherwise. You grabbed your laptop and backpack and left to find Peter.

When the school bell rang you just barely had enough time to get to Peter before he left the school grounds.

"Oh, hey, Y/N," he said as he realized you were trying to get his attention.

"Hey," you said. Before you asked him about Spider-man, you had to figure out who Spider-man was. "Is it okay if I come over to your place for a little bit? The wi-fi has been shut off at my house, and I can't do my project."

Peter glanced at Ned with a panicked look, and Ned reflected it back at him. "Uh, like today?" he asked.

"Yeah, if I can," you said.

Ned started tapping Peter's arm. "Well, actually we've got a thing..to do. It's boys--men only," he explained.

"What?" Peter asked.

"Because we're men," Ned looked wide-eyed at Peter.

"I wont be any trouble," you promised. "Honest, I just need a place to sit and work on my laptop."

They looked at each other making strange facial expressions and hand motions until Peter turned to you. "You can come over," he decided. "But, uh, like Ned said, we are going to be busy."

You smiled. Finally you were going to figure it all out. "Thanks, Peter."

"Yeah, sure thing," he whispered with a smile. On the way to Peter's home you noticed they were both fidgeting and whispering. They were definitely hiding something, but you were too caught up in your thoughts to care. You wanted to find out who or what Spider-man was. You made small talk on the way, and soon enough you were at Peter's apartment.

"May!" Peter called when he opened the door. A tall, thin woman walked into the living room while drying her hands on a towel.

"Hey, Peter," she said. Her eyes met yours. "Who's this?"

Peter looked confused. "It's Ned." You looked at the carpet, trying to hide the smile on your face.

May bit her lip trying to keep back a smile of her own. "So, you think I might be talking about the strange girl I've never seen before or--"

"Oh yeah, obviously, sorry," Peter said and pointed to you. "This is Y/N. She's here to work on her project."

"Hi," you said with a small wave.

May nodded slowly. "Alright," she said. "I'll be in the kitchen."

Peter turned to you. "Ned and I will be in my room," he said. "You can sit anywhere you want, but if you need to talk to us just... make sure you knock."

"Okay?" you said. With that Ned and Peter rushed off. You raised a brow and chuckled softly. After taking your laptop out of your bag and sat down on their couch, and tried to connect to the internet. Of course, a password was needed. "Miss Parker," you called. "What's the password to your network?"

Her head popped into the living room. "Oh, that's always too long for me to remember. Peter!" she yelled down the hall. You heard Peter answer from his room.

"What's the wi-fi password?" May asked.

Peter's door opened and he stuck his head out. "May, how many times; It's Emily." Emily? The name rattled around in your head as you tried to recall where you had heard that recently.

"Oh right, it's 'Enter Magic Internet Link Yottabyte'," she said and returned to the kitchen. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. It was from your dad's files. That's where you had heard about Emily.

"You got that?" You heard May's voice echo from the kitchen, but you weren't sure you completely got it. Surely that  couldn't be a coincidence. The acronyms were slightly different, but it was still uncanny.

"Yeah, I got it," you said as you typed in the password. You would look into that later, but you had been waiting all day to find our about the Spiderling/Spider-man.

It took hours for you to get by all the protocols that your dad had put in place. And while the computer was running decryptions you couldn't help but think about what Peter was doing. You heard practically nothing from him and Ned the whole time. Once in a while, they would leave the room for a snack, but that's all you saw them. And yet even that short time seeing Peter made you blush. You couldn't explain why you would get so nervous when you saw him. You were pretty sure you hadn't decided that you liked him, but then again, maybe it wasn't your choice.

The computer alerting you it was done, brought your attention back to the task at hand. You searched in the files for Spider-man and got plenty more results than when you had searched for Spiderling. They were all mostly suits or ways to upgrade the suits. Nothing all that telling; however when you searched the web, you found a video of the hero wearing the exact same suit that Tony designed. You also learned that he had an encounter with bank robbers just last night in Queens. You took a second to piece together the information.

A new hero appeared after the Avengers split, and your dad has been helping him by giving him a suit upgrade. He was working in Queens and the next day Peter claims he knows him? You smiled knowing what was up. Somehow Peter knew Spider-man and you were going to find out how.

You got off the couch and headed for Peter's room. Disregarding their no knocking rule, you swung the door open, and you almost couldn't believe what was in front of you. There was Ned, sitting on Peter's bed wearing Tony Stark's own Spider-man mask. Peter stood petrified next to him and they both looked at you, horrified.

"It's not what it looks like!" Peter squeaked. He looked at Ned desperately.

Ned slipped the mask off his head and nodded quickly. "He's right. This is just a misunderstanding."

"Big misunderstanding," Peter confirmed. Ned was Spider-man? That couldn't have been right. He was a completely different build from the Spider-man in the video you saw. Without another word you closed their door and went to find May. Surely she would know something about this. Peter ran out of his room and stepped in front of you. "Wait, it's just a costume."

You nodded sarcastically. "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense," you said. "You were trying to keep me out of your room, because you didn't want me to know you had a costume." You raised your brow as you waited for him to respond.

"Yes?" Peter said. Ned walked out of the room with the mask in hand. "Dude!" Peter yelled as he snatched it from Ned, and threw it back into his room. "Can we talk in my room?" You looked him in the eyes, and saw that he was legitimately worried. You slowly walked back into his room, and they followed shutting the door behind them.

"It's fine, Peter." Ned said. "We should tell her the truth."

Peter shook his head and kept mouthing "no" to his friend.

"Yes," Ned turned to you. "It's a souvenir from the Stark Internship." Did you hear him right? The "Stark internship"? You bit your tongue as you held back a laugh.

"Yes!" Peter said picking up his act. "You know, everyone who was part of the Stark Internship they, uh, they all got a fake Spider-man mask. T-thats how I got it."

"The Stark Internship." you repeated. They both nodded. "Ok, here's the problem. I know you're lying; and I don't care that you're Spider-man, Ned, I just care that the secret of Spider-man is in the hand of the two worst liars in the world."

"Ned's not Spider-man. I was just letting him try on the mask," Peter explained.

"So, you're Spider-man," you said to Peter.

"No, I got that from the Stark Internship--"

"No, you didn't, Peter."

"I did. I swear." he said in all seriousness.

Ok, now this was just getting sad. You figured you should tell him the truth before he got too desperate to make you believe him. "Peter, there's no such thing as the Stark Internship."

"There is! I applied to it--"

"There's no such thing as the Stark Internship--"

"How do you know? Have you--"

"Because I'm Tony Stark's daughter!" Everyone went silent.

Peter stared at you with wide eyes. "You're Y/N Stark..."

"Yeah, and you're Spider-man." you answered.

"Mr. Stark told you?" he asked.

You laughed. "No, you're just really obvious. Plus, your wi-fi password is my dad's original name for his computer system."

"Mr. Stark set that up for us so the internet was more secure," Peter said.

You looked over at Ned who had been quiet for a while. "How did you find out?"

"I saw him crawling on the ceiling," Ned said with a smile.

Your attention whipped back to Peter. "You can crawl on the ceiling?" you asked excitedly.

"Shhh!" Peter looked at the door anxiously. "Listen I know you think it's really obvious that I'm Spider-man, but my aunt doesn't know so please don't tell her." You couldn't imagine May not knowing, but you promised not to tell and Peter sighed in relief.

Ned looked at you jokingly. "I wouldn't get too excited; I was asking him earlier today, and he can't do anything cool, like spit venom or lay eggs."

Peter opened his mouth to defend himself, but his faced dropped before he could get a word out. "The tracker!" he whispered.

"What tracker?" you queried.

"I put a tracker on this guy who's selling dangerous weapons," Peter explained.

"We've tracked him as far as Maryland, but we can't get there," Ned added. He turned to Peter. "Sorry, Peter."

"No, there's gotta be a way to get there in time," Peter said as he paced the room.

"I have lots of contacts, if you can pack up and leave," you offered.

"Awesome," Ned whispered, but Peter shook his head.

"No, May would never let me go...unless..." Peter looked over at the wall where a poster for the school's decathlon hung. "Maryland isn't too far from DC."

The next day you, Ned, and Peter stood outside a decathlon bus that was headed for DC. You were surprised they let you there at all since you hadn't been studying with them, but they tested you, you answered correctly so there you were. Of course you were only a backup, but it didn't matter. You just needed a ride.

You all boarded the bus and found seats as far back as they would allow. Now it was just a waiting game. They set up a review for everyone to do, but you and Peter were mostly talking to each other.

"You know," Peter was saying. "The Decathlon is actually pretty fun when you're not using it to track down bad guys." "Are you kidding?" You laughed. "I can do school anytime, but I never get to do anything like this."

Peter turned in his seat toward you. "But you're Y/N Stark. I mean you probably know the rest of Avengers or something."

You sighed. "Yeah, but knowing the Avengers and working with them are two different things," you said as you brushed your hair behind your ear. "The most action I've seen is my dad testing his suits. It's embarrassing."

"No, no, even that's cool!" Peter assured you. "I mean I'm just a neighborhood Spider-man, you know? Well I did steal Captain America's shield once; that was pretty awesome, but I mostly stay in Queens."

"Still bigger than a basement," you mumbled. "It's cool that you look after your town though. The Avengers are so caught up with the big threats, they forget about the little things."

"Yeah, I mean the only other person, besides you and Ned, who knows about the guys we're tracking is Mr. Stark," Peter said.

"If my dad knows about this, and finds out that I'm headed straight for it, I'm in big trouble," You said almost to yourself. Your thoughts were interrupted when Peter's phone rang.

"I gotta take this," he said and excused himself further back in the bus.

While he was gone, you thought about what you had said earlier. You were taking a big risk following Peter to DC. Your dad always made sure you were far away from danger, and if he found out that you were waltzing right toward men armed with lethal, alien tech, you might as well kiss Midtown High goodbye. A few days ago you would've been happy about that, but now you weren't so sure. It was laughable how quickly you changed your mind, and for what? Different surroundings, a bit of adventure, or maybe a boy you couldn't stop thinking about who was right there with you from your first day. He couldn't even hear you and you were blushing. You looked out the window hoping to take your mind off your warm cheeks. All you were saying was, maybe going to Midtown High could be for the better.

Peter started walking back to you, while stuffing his phone in his pocket. "That was Happy Hogan," he explained to you and Ned. "There's a tracker in my suit, and who knows what they'll do if they see that I'm in Maryland instead of DC."

You opened your mouth to say something, but your phone rang before you got the chance. You looked at the others worriedly and showed them the caller ID. "Happy Hogan," you said.

"No way," Ned whispered. This time it was your turn to step to the back of the bus.

"Yeah?" you said as casually as you could.

"I just got a notification here that you left New York?" Happy said.

"Yes, it's for the decathlon at school," you started. "But, Happy, why and how are you tracking me?"

You heard him snort out a breath. "Are you kidding? You're swimming in your dad's technology how could I not track you," he replied.

"Ok...but still, tracking me is wrong and just plain--"

"Did you say it was for the decathlon?" Happy interrupted.

You bit your tongue before responding. "Yes."

"Your dad didn't sign you up for that."

"Well, I don't need him to sign me up for everything I'm going to be doing," you said. "Get off my back...and my computer...and my phone." You hung up and hurried back to where you were sitting.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked. You started rummaging through your bags for every piece of online electronic you had with you.

"My dad's tracking me too," you explained. You quickly and thoroughly shut down each device you had found. "I'll just have to be gadget free for a while."

You spent the rest of the bus ride talking, answering review questions, or thinking to yourselves. Despite the feeling that someone was watching your every move, it was actually enjoyable. When you made it to Washington DC, you didn't exactly have time to stretch. The three of you went to Peter and Ned's hotel room and immediately started working on the tracker in Peter's suit.

"I don't know exactly where the tracker would be, but from what I remember it's around here," you said as you circled a part of the suit.

"Right ok, so, how do we open it up?" Peter asked. You all stared at the suit, hoping it would magically open. No such luck.

After half an hour of trying to open the suit without ruining it, you located the wiring, and successfully removed it from the suit. In the process, however, Ned had also found a system called "Training wheels protocol" that was blocking the suits abilities. It took some convincing, but Ned disabled it and soon you were ready to be on your way.

"Ok, I gotta go," Peter said as he zipped his coat up over his suit.

"What do you mean you have to go," you questioned. "We have to go. I'm coming too."

"What? No, you need to stay here," Peter insisted. "Mr. Stark wouldn't want you to come with me."

"'Mr. Stark' wouldn't want you to go at all. There's no reason for me to stay here."

"There's no reason for you to go either. It just puts you in danger."

"I'm sick and tired of everyone trying to keep me out of danger! I want to help!"

"Guys!" Ned interrupted. "We aren't getting anywhere standing around arguing."

"I agree," You said. "Let's go, Peter."

"Y/N," Peter stood in front of you and looked at you pleadingly. "I know what it's like to want to help, but if something happened to you, I couldn't live with that. Not only because Mr. Stark would probably kill me," he added with a chuckle "But also because I don't want anything to happen to my friends. Please stay here with Ned."

After a moment of looking into his eyes you folded. "Fine," you breathed.

Peter sighed in relief. "Thank you! I'll be back soon!" he yelled before jumping out the door. Ned tried to talk to you, but you weren't in the mood. You gathered your things, said goodnight to Ned, and went to your room. Hopefully Peter would still be alive by morning.

***

"I'm so stupid! I should've gone with him!," you grumbled as you and Ned your anxiously waited for the decathlon to start. "Peter should have been here by now."

"I know," Ned agreed. "It would be so not cool if he died last night.

You raised your brow. "No kidding." The decathlon was about to start and one of your teachers tried to get you to replace him. You got out of it by lying that you were sick, but now your stomach was housing a kaleidoscope of butterflies that made it less of a lie. What if something had happened to Peter? For all you knew he could be dead in an alley, and it would be your fault for not going with him.

The decathlon started and ended before you knew it. Ned told you that their team had won, but there was still no sign of Peter. Your whole group was heading towards the Washington Monument to celebrate, and you made your way over to Ned.

"How is Peter going to know where we are?" you whispered.

"Oh," Ned said as he reached in his pocket. "I'll send him a text." You stared at the phone in his hand and then at him.

"You could've called him the whole time?" you said through gritted teeth.

"Oh yeeaah," Ned replied.

You snatched the phone away from him, but right before you could dial anything Peter called.

You answered as quickly as you could. "Peter?" you said.

"Y/N?" Peter sounded out of breath and you heard wind rushing by the phone. "Please give the phone to Ned, it's an emergency!"

"What happened?" you asked worriedly.

"I'll explain everything later, just give the phone to Ned!"

You grudgingly gave the phone to Ned, who was passing by the security search in the monument. You tried to hear what he was saying put you were pushed back as the students formed a single file line. When you made it by security you met up with Ned, but he wasn't on the phone.

"What did he say?" you questioned.

"He was just worried I forgot something at the room," Ned answered.

"He said it was an emergency," you said.

Ned shrugged. "He hung up after the security sweep. Listen I'm sure he's fine. He's at least alive. Let's just enjoy the tour." Ned walked off leaving you anxious and confused.

The same teacher who had tried to make you take Peter's place walked up to you. "Feeling better?"

You angrily grabbed your stuff off the security conveyor. "Hardly." You followed Ned into the elevator with the rest of the students.

The slow incline of the elevator made you more worried the higher you went. You fidgeted and tried to listen to the tour guide, but your mind was somewhere else. You just couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. Unfortunately, you discovered your suspicions were correct when a laser-like light  penetrated through Ned's backpack and the elevator ceiling causing severe damage to the shaft. You looked in horror at Ned who immediately dropped his backpack on the ground. After a moment of silence, the tour guide tried to assure you that you would all be fine, but it didn't take a genius to know that wasn't true. The students around you were in panic, and frankly, you were too. Your mind was so focused on Peter that you couldn't think about your situation until it was life or death, and now you were freaking out.

Some security guards had come to get as many people out as possible, but you could feel the elevator shifting every time someone moved. You felt like you couldn't breath, as you watched each student carefully make their way out. The elevator was emptying and your breath slowly came back to you. It was Ned's turn to leave, but before he could even make it through the hatch the elevator plummeted.

Everything that happened was a blur. You remember the the feeling of falling, and the screams of the other students, but you were just petrified. You didn't scream, and you didn't dare move. You shivered thinking about it again. You now stood safely on the ground looking up at the Washington Monument. Peter was there. It only just hit you. The reason everyone had made it out alive was because Peter had caught the falling elevator long enough to get everyone out.  You looked around, but you didn't see him anywhere. However, as you were looking for Peter, you did see someone else walking toward you; and as he got closer you realized exactly who it was. Tony Stark: your dad.

To be continued...

[disaster-child-and-cats]

Chapter 1: Meet Less Than Cute

Fandom: The Arcana

Word Count: 1,186

Summary: Wanting to spite your parents you go to make a deal but instead realize that your wish is already fulfilled in the attractive man that also showed up.

Warnings: Unedited for the most part, a bit awkward, nothing else

Quick A/N: This blog is now gonna be used for writing stuff that I want so if you don't want to read it then skip it.

You looked across the clearing and stopped. An equally startled man, probably about your age, stared at you. He was the one to gain composure first.

"Well isn't it... Odd to see someone out here. What are you doing?" his question trailed off as he gestured around the snowy and slimy landscape.

You shook your head before giving an even more confused look. "I'm just, you know, doing what people do in the woods. Stuff."

The two of you continued to give each other suspicious looks before you relented by giving a sigh. In a sense the scarlet clothed man was perfect for what you needed. He was attractive, in a bit of a wild and feral way. You seemed drawn to him but you decided to ignore that for a moment and focused on how he carried himself.

Confident to the point of arrogance. His posture was near perfect and he looked ready to fight at a moment's notice. His eyes were flirtatious and you couldn't stop staring at him.

"Seeing something you like, darling?" he asked with a wink. "I'm sure we could, how do you put it, come to some sort of agreement."

It was as if something out there had crafted a perfect looking man and ruined him by having him be kind of dumb. Not that you cared he seemed perfect enough to you.

"Well I was kind of hoping we could. I can offer you, uh..." you trailed off thinking about what you could give in exchange for a favor.

Pondering this you dropped your gaze to your feet. Being a noble had its perks. You had been able to gain the knowledge of this place to strike a deal and had been able to figure out what you could offer such a creature. What would a military man want?

A snapping noise made you lose your thoughts. Standing about twenty inches away was said man. With a confident smile, he held out his hand. You gave it a strange look before glancing back at his face. It took a lot of effort to not get lost in those pale and mesmerizing eyes.

"What's that look for?" He started to pout. "We were going to make a-"

You put a finger to his lips. "I can make you a noble but I need, um..." you trailed off suddenly shy. "Um, I need you to pretend to be c-courting me."

Both of you stood in the snow silently. Despite the cold, you knew that you felt increasingly warm. Why did you do such a thing? That was just really sudden, at least to him.

"I- you- me- You want me to what again?"

"I would like you to pretend to court me," you mumbled before taking a large step back. "I know that it's a bit strange and sudden, well very strange and very sudden."

"And I get to be a noble in return? Like, with land and a crown?"

By now he seemed to have gained his composure back. His eyes had lit up with something that you couldn't place. He excitedly grabbed your hands before giving you a wide and confident smile.

"Well then, if you want. Or should I say anything you want darling?"

You set your mouth into a line before trudging through the snow in the way that you had come. The man still held one of your hands and didn't bother slowing his strides. Anytime that he was off course you had to tug him back with a yank.

The only sounds, in the still night, were the crunch of snow beneath your boots and your breathing. Silence stretched between you and the mysterious man. You had to start some sort of conversation before he met your parents or they would never believe you.

"What's your name? You can call me (Y/N). If we learn nothing else of each other then we should probably learn each other's names."

He was silent for a moment as if deciding something that you didn't want to know. "Lucio. How does that sound? It's perfect for a man such as myself."

You rolled your eyes before halting. The perimeter of the city was close. If you were lucky, there would be no guards looking for you. If you were unlucky, then you would have some difficulty getting back into the city.

"You should probably be quiet now. I wouldn't, uh, want to get caught. Smuggling in strange men is a bit of a crime," you whispered. "Don't need you getting killed during this, you understand?"

You didn't wait for an answer and shuffled a bit further. From what you could tell it was probably just a normal patrol if there even was guards. Getting to the palace would be easy. Getting in would not be.

It didn't take long for you to reach the palace. You knew the city better than the back of your hand. You waited for Lucio to catch up before glancing at the wall.

"Do you think you could, uh, give me a boost? And not be weird about it?" You turned around waiting for his answer.

He gave a disgusted face. "You want me to lift you up?"

Giving an unamused face back, you nodded. Was he hard of hearing? For someone so young that seemed unlikely but you didn't abandon the idea completely.

"I guess I'll pick you up even though you look like you weigh more than me."

"Don't you have a key or something?"

You decided that arguing wasn't going to get the two of you on the other side of the wall. Instead you reached as high as you could and pulled with all your strength. It wasn't until about half way up the gate, which wasn't too high something that you would fix, that you regretted that decision.

"Um, I don't think that's a good idea," Lucio whispered as loud as he could. "What if-"

You could hear him suck in a sharp breath as you slipped a little. It was almost as if he was truly concerned. Almost.

Once you dropped to the ground on the other side, you fumbled with the lock. It some time, and a lot of patience, before you got it to pop open letting you swing the gate out.

Lucio quickly shuffled in. You knew you had to close the gate but you also had to bathe from the walk. With an uncalculated risk, you chucked the lock at the nearest guard and grabbed Lucio's hand.

The two of you sprinted up the bridge and through the front door. It wasn't until you reached your room that you allowed yourself to slow down.

"I take it you can bathe yourself? Uh, without my help that is?" you questioned. "Cause I don't want to take that step yet since we kind of only met today."

Sensing a retort you just pushed him towards the door that led down to the baths. You would use one of the other ones. After much complaining, Lucio obliged to your plan and the two of you parted ways.

Tags: @julians-chest-hair and @daneel-the-sister-of-castiel wanted to be tagged.

I'm super nervous for reasons and I'm sure this is trash

[earlgraytay]

as someone who's tempted to pick up dbh because of connor (though, not until i can snag it in a bargain bin for pocket change, because it's a david cage game) thank you for pointing me towards asimov (and giving actual specific titles to look at) I'm gonna go read those instead

Omg glad I could help!  

Asimov’s stuff is fantastic, especially for its time. There are some things that haven’t aged so well- it’s ‘50s SF, so Representation is at a minimum, and they’re very talk-y stories- but Asimov is great at writing mysteries and at thinking through the implications of Future Ideas.  

a couple things if you’re thinking about picking up Asimov’s stuff: 

a) read i, robot somewhere along the line. seriously. you don’t have to read it before the Lije books- they stand on their own - but i: robot explains how we got from the ‘50s to the Future History of the robot chronicles. it also does a really good job of spelling out how the robots in asimov’s world work, and it has Susan Calvin, who is a badass lady scientist even by modern standards. 

b) there are other robot short stories by Asimov that are not part of the ‘main’ robot canon. if you like the series and want more of it when you’re done, hunt down one of Asimov’s short story collections. Robot Dreams is the one I think has most of the not-main-timeline robot stories. 

c) my personal opinion is that the first three robot chronicles books (i, robot, the caves of steel, and the naked sun) are the best ones. as time goes on, Asimov started trying to cross his Robots universe with his Foundation ‘verse. i think these two great tastes do not taste so great together, mostly because it’s fanservicey and the universes work on very different rules. so if you start seeing Asimov drop references to things it seems like you ought to know about but don’t, that’s why. most of the fanservice is in the later Foundation books, not the robot books, but I know The Robots of Dawn has some.

but YEAH the Robot Chronicles are great and as far as i’m concerned daneel and his cop partner lije are a canon couple. 

i mean ffs there is a canon ‘there is only one bed what do’ scene. it doesn’t go anywhere, but that’s what fanfic is for. 

[firetrucksandflowers-blog]

BDRP Wrimo Day 19: Flip The Script: Change one DRASTIC trait about your character and write a one-shot. 

In which I’m predictable. 

Or: The one where Reese is an extrovert. 

It’s 3 o’clock on a Spring afternoon and Reese Burns is standing outside the fire station with a watering can. He’s bent over at the waist, the curve of his back making an arch as he reaches to make sure the nozzle is distributing the water directly at the roots. 

“Hullo, Reese,” someone calls to him, raising their hand when he looks up to see who’d said his name.

“Afternoon, Ms. Kirby,” he replies brightly, waving to her with a nod. “Where’re you off to?”

“Just the market, Matthew’s in need of bread for another one of his recipes,” she says, making a show of rolling her eyes. Reese tilts his head back and laughs. “Wish me luck!” 

“Good luck!” he replies, slightly louder as she walks further away, smiling at him from over her shoulder. “And tell Matthew I don’t want to be getting a call about him later this evening!”

He can hear the ring of her laugh, and watches her wave at him again before returning back to what he was doing. Reese moves along to the rosemary that’s in need of a trim. He sets the watering can down beside him in favor of pulling his clippers from where one of the handles is hanging from his pocket. With one hand he cuts the more unruly stems and with the other he hangs onto the excess. When he decides he can’t hold anymore he sticks the clippers back into his pocket and picks up the watering can on his way back inside. 

Using his forehead he knocks on the door when he sees Irving walking by. He chuckles to himself when he sees the other man look around for a moment, as if unsure as to where the noise had come from, before his eyes find Reese standing with his hands full on the other side of the glass door. Irving walks forwards and pushes it open, extending his arm to hold it while Reese side steps past him inside.

“Thank you,” he says, “what’d you think I was? The air conditioning?”

“I didn’t know what it was,” Irving says with a shrug. He points to the mass of green in Reese’s hand. “What’ve you got there?”

“Rosemary,” he replies. “Why, you want some?”

“Uh, no,” Irving says. “What are you gunna do with it?”

“Put it in the kitchen,” Reese tells him, already heading in that direction. “I’m sure Bobbo could use it for the meal tonight.”

Irving follows Reese through the door way into the Dining area onto the Kitchen where Bobbo is already getting the food prepped for tonight, turning this way and that as he bounces from doing one thing onto another. Matthew and Travis are sitting at the counter on the bar stools, tea mugs in front of them and paper work between them. Neither look up from what they’re reading when Reese and Irving walk in. 

Bobbo stops and puts his hands on his hips, eyebrows raising at the pair. Or so Reese thought, but as they approach he sees that it’s only directed at Irving. 

“Didn’t I just send you outta here to go help Michelle?” Bobbo asks. Irving points at Reese.

“He distracted me!” 

Reese opens his mouth, then shuts it, the air he was going to use to speak filling his cheeks. He turns to look at Bobbo, who is now pinning him with a stare. “I...okay, technically that is true. But-! It was only to open the door.”

Bobbo looks back to Irving who gives a sheepish smile. Quickly he gestures to the plant in Reese’s hand. “Look! Reese brought in rosemary! Nice, yeah?” 

Reese winces as Bobbo rolls his eyes. But he relents and waves Reese forwards. He pulls to stems from the bunch. “You can put the rest over there. Now, both of you can go help Michelle.”

“I’m already done,” Michelle tells them when they get in to apparatus bay. 

“Oh, thank goodness,” Irving sighs, flopping down onto the floor in the shape of a star fish. The ground, while not entirely clean, has just been mopped that morning so Reese supposes it isn’t too bad. It’s probably been warmed by the sun as they’ve had all the garage doors opened all day to let the soft breeze flow in and out as it pleased. 

Michelle and Reese look down on Irving, then share a glance with one another before smiling.

“What?” Irving asks, staining his neck to look up at them. “What’re you two laughing at because I know it can���t be me.”

“Oh, no of course not,” Reese says, shaking his head, waving his hand. “We’d never laugh at you, Irving.”

Irving smiles, letting his head back down. Michelle turns away, rolling her eyes at him in a way that eerily represents Bobbo’s motion earlier. 

“No!” Irving shouts, a hand shooting up, “Don’t go back to the kitchen! Then we’ll have to go back to, and I just laid down!” 

“Should have thought of that before, then,” Michelle says. Reese smiles at her over his shoulder. 

“Excuse me,” someone says, getting all three firefighter’s attention. 

“Hi,” Reese says, moving forwards before they can step further into the garage. People usually weren’t supposed to just walk into the apparatus bay, but it was a small town and the doors were open. It wasn’t unwelcome, exactly, they just didn’t want people wandering in and touching something they shouldn’t. “What can we do for you, Mr. Chandler?”

Of course Reese knew him, his sister was in the same year as his daughter so Mr. Chandler and his mum were friends by association. He came around to the house with his wife when Reese was younger, always commenting on how he’d out grown everyone even though Reese was the youngest. 

“I was wondering if you lot had a first aid kit on hand,” he says, then turns to point towards the park. “Anna’s just gotten a splinter on a bench.”

“Yeah, of course,” Reese says, then takes a few steps backwards. “Just let me grab it and I’ll meet you back over there, alright?” 

“Okay, thank you, Reese,” Mr. Chandler says. 

“It’s no problem,” he replies, turning to job off to get the kit from the locker room. 

As he’s jogging back through the bay Michelle is helping Irving to his feet and Reese tells them, “You can close the doors behind me, I’ll be right back.” 

“Good luck,” Michelle calls after him. It barely takes the breath out of him to run across the street to the park. 

“Where you off to?” someone yells at him, it’s Ms. Kirby, the loaf of bread peaking out of her brown paper bag she’s got an arm wrapped around. 

“Emergency splinter!” he tells her, holding up the first aid kit as further evidence. He doesn’t say anything more, and turns his head back to face forwards to make sure he doesn’t knock into anyone. 

He finds the Chandlers sitting on the bench, presumably the culprit of the splinter giving, not a second later. Reese comes to a halt in front of them, bending down on one knee to place the first aid kit down on the ground to pop it open. He looks around in it for a second before adorning a pair of plastic gloves, then tears open an alcohol pad. 

“I heard you got a splinter?” he asks, turning to Mrs. Chandler. She sighs, and he can tell she’s embarrassed by the way she looks exasperatedly at her husband before turning her eyes to Reese. She smiles at him and holds out her hand, pointing to the base of her forefinger where he can see the stripe of wood sitting below the skin.  

“Yes, dear, but you didn’t have to come all the way over here. I could have gotten it out myself at home.” 

“It’s no trouble,” he tells her, glancing up at her to smile warmly as he cleans the skin with the alcohol wipe. Reese turns back to the kit when he’s done, placing the wipe to the side to get a new one, picking up the tweezers. He takes off the plastic covering around them and rubs the alcohol over the ends thoroughly.

Reese can see Mrs. Chandler holding her breath, bracing for the pain, sees her pull her hand back towards her slightly. He takes her hand back gently.

“How’s Macy?” he asks holding her eyes for a moment when they pop up to meet his. He watches the breath leave her as she grins, lighting up immediately.

“Oh, she’s wonderful, she’s already grown up so much,” she laughs, then turns to her husband, touching his chest with her free hand. “Show him the video Kim sent us yesterday. Oh, Reese,” she sighs, “she’s just precious. I never thought I’d want to be grandmother, but Macy is just so beautiful, I baby sat her for Kim and Thomas last Friday and she’s so smart, too, already reading and trying to write her name. I had to keep her from showing me using the wall instead of the whiteboard we got for her.”

He chuckles, concentrating on the task at hand but asks, “When’s she starting school?”

“Oh, next fall, I can’t even believe it,” Mrs. Chandler says with a shake of her head. “Seems like yesterday Kim was down here telling us she was pregnant. you remember that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he laughs full out, nodding deeply as he remembers, “yes I do. I had to go round to my mum’s after she’d called me about it. She was on the phone with Daneel and Olivia for three after she heard, crying about how we’d all grown up too fast.”

“Oh, how are your sisters? Are they coming in any time soon?”

“Not that I know of,” he shrugs. “But Olivia likes to surprise us when she does.”

“She always did like to make an entrance, that one.” 

“Yes, she does,” Reese says, then pulls away from Mrs. Chandler’s hand holding up the splinter with the tweezers. 

“Oh!” she gasps, blinking down to look at her palm. “Well look at you. Thank you!”

“Yes,” Mr. Chandler chimes in, “thank you.”

“It’s not a problem,” Reese replies, pulling out the antibiotic cream and dabbing it on the spot, then rubbing it in. “It wasn’t deep enough to make you bleed, but if you feel you need it I can get you a bandage.”

“Oh, no, this will fine,” Mrs. Chandler says. Reese picked up all the garbage, grasping it in his palm so that when he takes off his gloves the trash is trapped in when he turns them inside out. He tosses the bundle at the bin next to the bench, watching it disappear over the edge. 

“Well okay, then,” he sighs, closing the kit and pushing himself to his feet. The Chandlers stand, too. “It was nice seeing you two. I’ll try to tell someone about getting this bench sanded down.” 

“Thank you, Reese,” Mrs. Chandler says, “and tell you’re mum we said hello!” 

“Of course, of course,” he nods then bends over when she motions for him to so she can hug him. 

“Your mum was right, you kids have gotten far too old,” she says when she pulls away, squeezing his arms and then stepping away so Reese can shake Mr. Chandler’s hand. He claps Reese’s shoulder and winks at him before joining his wife as they walk away. 

Reese returns back to the fire station, using the front door. He drops the first aid kit back off in the garage before walking into the dining room where everyone is playing cards at the table while Bobbo is still pacing around the kitchen. 

He settles in next to Travis, glancing over at his cards before sitting back. Travis eyes him and Reese just smiles, making a zipping motion over his mouth and tosses away the key. 

“Awh, come on man, he’s got the best poker face in here,” Irving whines,  “you gotta give me something!” 

“I’d rather live through the day, sorry,” Reese smiles. 

After a few minutes the buzzing from the front door echos through the room, telling them that someone’s in the front entry. Reese stands with a sigh.

“I’ve got it,” he says since he isn’t playing, just observing, and Bobbo is busy making them all food. As he passes behind Travis he makes a face at Irving that Irving, smartly, doesn’t acknowledge, and leaves quickly to go greet whoever is at reception. 

“Hello?” he says, leaning over the desk when he doesn’t see anyone standing there. He could have taken too long walking and they left. But in the lobby is a woman. When she turns to face him he recognizes her as one of the primary school teachers.

“Oh! Hi there,” she laughs, then walks over so he can fall back on his toes. Bailey is her name he remembers as she rifles through her purse. She’d been one of the chaperones when the classes had come through on a field trip. “I’m here to give you guys...oh, here they are!” 

She pulls a large folder from her purse, smiling as she places it on the desk. “My class wrote you all thank you letters. I was just dropping them off for everyone.”

“Oh,” he says, blinking as he picks up the folder because the sudden sting of tears is familiar, surprised by how heavy it actually feels for it to be just papers. “Wow, thank you so much. We’ll be going through these as soon as I get back in there.”

“Good! They worked hard on them. Well, some more than others, but everyone was very excited to write you something.” 

“Thank you,” he says again, smiling widely at her, blinking as his vision blurs a little. 

“It’s no problem! I’m sure you don’t get enough thanks as it is!” she sighs, then takes a small step back. “I’ll let you get back to it! I’ve got to get going. Have a good day, Mr. Burns!” 

“You, too!” he says, raising his hand. Reese holds up the folder a littler higher and gives it a shake, “And thank you again!” 

Over dinner they’re all reading the letters, laughing and passing them around the table. 

And Reese cries the whole time. 

[warriorqueen1991]

Part: One

Characters: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Hilarie Burton

Warnings: Drinking, Angst, Fluff and Awkwardness

Notes: There is another part to this coming out today so you guys won't have to wait too long lol

Now of course I don't know exactly what went down between these two but from the small amount of info given this is what I'd like to think happened ;)

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“So I've got a girl you should meet”

Jeff let out a deep sigh as he shoved another shirt into his suitcase holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder “what the hell does that even mean Jensen?”

He could hear the younger man let out an annoyed huff “n-nothing...I just...well...you just got over that thing with Mary and Daneel’s friend just ditched her husband and I figured…”

Jeff growled slamming his suitcase shut “you figured a good rebound is just what the doctor ordered huh?”

“That's not what I said, I know it was rough man…” he sighed causing Jeff to feel a pang of guilt for snapping at him.

“just come out for drinks with us, talk to her...who knows you two might hit it off”.

Jeff snorted “yeah cuz that's exactly what I need, find out I'm not good enough for one women just to get rejected by another”.

“It's just drinks man, just some alcohol with friends” he chuckled.

Jeff ran his hand down his face with a sigh “fine I'll go, but don't try any of that fucking matchmaker shit..”

“I won't, scouts honor!!”

“You were never in the fucking scouts!”

***

“Whoa slow down pops” Jensen chuckled as Jeff downed his fourth shot of whisky. The man looked like he was about ready to throw up, as he eyed the door. Jensen was nursing a glass of scotch as he eyed the older man with great amusement.

Pulling back his coat sleeve Jeff furrowed his brow “h-have you talked to Daneel?”

Jensen smiled raising his eyebrows over his tumbler with a hum. Setting it down on the bar with a wince “take a breath man, they'll be here”.

Jeff rubbed his hands together before ordering another drink, he probably shouldn't of been drinking so much but he couldn't seem to douse the damn butterflies in his stomach. It never failed, every time he opened his heart to a woman they crushed it before tossing it to the curb.

The thought of going through it again while the wound was still fresh terrified him, what would she think of him?

Did she even know he was gonna be here?

Just as he was about to ask, the door opened with a loud jingle. Snapping his eyes to the door his eyes widened, Daneel came through first followed closely by the most beautiful woman Jeff had ever seen.

She was tall and lean, with soft brunette hair that hung to her shoulders in waves. her smile lighting up the room as she followed Daneel, her happiness alone seemed to give the room life.

Jensen caught on to Jeff's enamored look with a deep chuckle “well that's a good sign”.

Jeff didn't hear him, he couldn't hear anything. His eyes locked with the goddess heading their direction, the world going into slow motion like some sort of cheesy romance flick.

Both Jensen and Jeff got to their feet as the two women came to stand beside them. Jensen leaning forward to give Daneel a sweet kiss as she brought her hand up to rest on his chest as she grabbed her friends hand. Her chocolate eyes darting to Jeff with a sweet smile before pulling her around making her giggle.

Daneel’s friend gave him a sweet smile “you ok?”

Raising his brow in confusion he suddenly realized his mouth was still hanging open like a freak. Shaking his head to knock the fog loose he cleared his throat with a soft smile, he could feel the blush working its way up his throat making him drop his chin “y-yeah...sorry”.

Jensen was smiling like an idiot, Daneel biting her lip with a pleased smile as she tugged him away from them “Let's get some drinks”.

Jeff scratched the back of his neck nervously before gripping his earlobe, the woman watched her friend leave them alone before returning her gaze to him. Dropping his hands to stuff in his pockets he shifted before blurting out “I-I'm Jeffrey…”

She smiled “Hilarie”

He smiled brightly, he doesn't know what to say.

He didn't want to blurt out something stupid like…

“you have beautiful hair”.

Jesus christ!!

Hilarie’s bubbling laugh made him chuckle, the deep blush he was positive was burning his dimpled cheeks broadcasting his embarrassment. She toyed with the ends with a smile “thank you, s’not my natural color though” she pouted.

He couldn't stop smiling “m’sure any color looks great on you”.

He felt a wave of happiness flood through him at the blush that dusted her cheeks “you're quite the charmer huh?”

He chuckled “nah I'm a dope, but I'm a happy dope” he loved that he could make her laugh.

“I've uh seen you before ya know!”

He bit his lip with a smirk “ya have?” she nodded poking his chest playfully making him chuckle “you play papa Winchester right?”

He grinned nodding his head as he ran his hand through his hair, just then Daneel and Jensen arrived back with a tray full of shots.

“Let's get shit faced!!”

The girls laughed at Jensen while Jeff shook his head.

****

Hours passed and soon they were all pretty buzzed, Jeff had his head leaning against his hand as Daneel and Hilarie giggled. Jensen was attempting to tie a cherry stem in a knot with his tongue and failing miserably.

“Jeff, jeffy...jeeeeffff you got tequila at home? We...we should deeeefinitely go to your place for tequila”.

Jeff chuckled at his friends drunken ramblings “brother I don't think you need anymore alcohol…”

Hilarie leaned back against his chest with an upside down smile “oh come on...everyone knows it's safer to drink at home anyway!” her pleading whine made him smile. How in the world could he say no to that, Daneel suddenly grabbed Jensen's face pulling him into a fiery kiss making Hilarie cheer loudly.

“Hey, whoa alright kids keep it PG” he chuckled getting to his feet to pull them apart as the kiss gained enthusiasm. Hilarie was laughing uncontrollably as he herded them toward the exit.

Hailing a cab he furrowed his brow, how the heck were they all going to fit in the same vehicle.

Sensing his confusion Jensen and Daneel piled inside the car, the younger man lifting Daneel onto his lap as they both laughed. Jeff shook his head with a soft smile as he gestured for Hilarie to get in next.

Taking a deep breath he pushed in next to her, his heart pounding in his chest as he shut the door.

****

“So exactly how many dogs do you want?”

Jeff laughed as she giggled dropping her head against his shoulder, they were sitting on his couch as Daneel and Jensen slept on the loveseat. He lifted his glass in his hand with a bright smile “all of them!!” his boisterous declaration sending them both into hysterics.

Rubbing her heated cheeks against his shoulder, Hilarie smiled as he bit his lip “s-so how long you...uh... gonna be in town?” Blinking at him for a moment she shrugged “I got this thing in Paris coming up”.

It was probably all the alcohol but Jeff was gonna ride this wave of confidence until it failed him. “Y-you should cancel” she cocked an eyebrow at him with a smirk “and why would I do that?”

He let out a nervous laugh “I uh got a thing in Mexico I gotta get to Monday”. Her face scrunched up in confusion “what times your flight?”

He chuckled “about eight hours from now” she snorted gripping his shirt as he laughed.

“You should come with me”.

Her face lifted from his shoulder, her face shocked before smoothing out with a soft smile “and what does Mexico have that's better than Paris?”

He blushed dipping his chin before he smiled “m-me”.

****

Jeff was honestly shocked Hilarie agreed to trade Mexico for Paris.

Who does that?

Especially for a guy she just met?

The thought alone made his heart clench and his lungs seize up.

Jesus, she made him forget how to breathe.

Hilarie had arrived on the set of The Resident every day since their plane landed, they got two rooms next to one another but ate breakfast together every morning.

They even drove to the set together most days.

Jeff looked forward to seeing her everyday especially at lunch during shooting.

She was like a ray of beautiful sunshine chasing away his worries and doubts.

She was perfect.

“Kinda a bold move asking a girl to watch you play a pervert”.

He chuckled as they ate sandwiches on set, he hoped she couldn't see the nervousness blooming in his stomach.

“Uh...speaking of which…” he mumbled running his hand down his mouth “a-are you enjoying yourself?”

She smiled brightly “oh absolutely, you're …” she trailed off rolling her lips before meeting his gaze “your really sweet Jeff”. His heart clenched “I uh...y-your amazing yourself Hil... seriously, I don't think I ever thanked you for coming with me”.

She smiled “you really are better than Paris ya know?” he blushed his voice coming out deeper than he intended “that so?”

His eyes darted to the floor as he tried to control the heat washing over his face.

The shout of the director made them both flinch as he called for everyone back on set, Jeff swallowed roughly the next scene was the goddamn tub scene.

What if he made her uncomfortable?

“You know you uh don't have to hang around here all day, I know it can get pretty boring”. She eyed him suspiciously “why so eager to get rid of me all of a sudden?” he gulped “I-I'm not...it's just…”

“Jeff come on!!”

He looked over his shoulder as one of the P.A’s waved him over, Hilarie smiled cupping his face “easy tiger, it's just a movie I'm not gonna judge you by a character you portray...what kind of girl would I be?”.

Turning him around she rubbed his back before shoving him forward playfully.

“Now go strut your stuff handsome!”

He swallowed audibly.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck... she was actually going to watch him!!

[mrsaquaman187]

It would be my absolute pleasure! ☺️

This whole party Misha showed a very dominant side to himself. And Jensen completely submitted the whole time.

What I love about this though is the very flirty eyes. You can see Jensen staring at Misha’s face, but Misha was fixated on the tie. It the very first gif you can see Jensen staring at Misha for attention. Misha makes quick but beautiful eye contact and immediately finds a reason to reach out. Causing a slight fluttering of Jensen’s eyes, a “stop it”, then an obvious blush! But Misha is perfectly calm until he sees Jensen blush. He ends up with a huge smile on his face.

I really wish this clip was longer because I’m sure you’d see way more touching. Jensen trying to retaliate maybe 😂.

What does it all mean 🤔? It means they spend a lot of time touching. And the fact that Daneel was there as well and it didn’t stop her husband from being that flirty with Misha. Means she acts the same way. Like here...

If you look at their arms they are standing shoulder to shoulder. They are very comfortable with each other! Also here...

Which she posted on instagram 😂 Jensen replied to. And this...

These moments were not rare on this night. Or anytime they’re on stage! They have a profound bond on screen and off screen 🥰

I hope that was the analysis you wanted ☺️✌🏽

@magnificent-winged-beast @verobatto-angelxhunter @emblue-sparks

It’s Cockles Christmas!

So today, besides being the first day after The Great Purge, will be forever remembered as the day after this footage was revealed to ruin us Cockles trash can residents…

I mean….

WHAT IN THE EVERLASTING F*UCK!!

It’s worse in full sequence…

Is with mixed emotions of Joy and gross happiness, that I share my version of the events. Yesterday, I had the luck to watch this images thanks to @verobatto-angelxhunter, and discuss this with some beloved members of the Dumpster Mansion, while logged off on the 17th. 

Personally I don’t know what it’s worse:

a) How Misha studies a way to unsettle his sub Jensen.

b) Jensen saying :”Stop it” while giggling like a flustered teenager. 

I think the only way is just enjoy from our bins and be happy that at least this was expecting for us to start this dark times, while we cover our ankles and learn new sings languages to express our kinks.

I’m tagging the usual Dumpster Mansion residents after the cut, sorry if you are being bombarded by this nasty images, but I believe that only for us this could be experienced as e*plicit images that slipped the censorship.

My dear @mrsaquaman187 if you do me the honor to analyze this ♥

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